#my red dead years are coming in handy now

[ato-dato]

One mans barber can be another mans nemesis.

[huramuna]

selkie's song - chapter 1.

night's watch aemond x wildling shapeshifter ofc work is 18+, minors do not interact, lest ye be smited.

this is wholly inspired by @lonelymagpies depiction of Night's Watch Aemond. please go check out their beautiful work here!

i am also partial to selkies bc irish 🤭 i'm going to take some liberties with wildling lore since we don't know too too much about them and mix some of my own heritage into it (indigenous american and irish) , which i feel would meld really well.

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content: smut (eventually, specifics will be under the cut of chapters with it), enemies to lovers, canon typical violence, canon divergence, ofc is a menace to Aemond and he kind of likes it

who is she? - I MONSTER • dead! - my chemical romance

The blood of the dragon runs hot and thick, pulsing through Targaryen veins like molten lava. His mother always snuggled him as a child, citing him as her own personal furnace. 

If only that would come in handy now. Aemond thought he knew cold, way up in the skies, skimming the clouds upon Vhagar’s back, feeling the chill away from the heat of the earth. A frigid autumn breeze going through his window, causing him to bundle up in two blankets— although he usually kicked them off sometime during the night. 

But this— this was cold. Ball freezing, bone chilling, blue lipped cold. He was stuck up in the ass of the North, stationed at the wall, dressed all in black. He puffed up the collar of his cloak, trying to find some respite from the gales of glacial air. 

“Saddle up, Targaryen,” the lord commander grunted. He was a broad man, some disgraced Northman who rose his way up the ranks of the Night’s watch. Aemond could hardly remember his name, “We’re goin’ beyond the wall. Scouts said wildlings gettin’ too close.” 

“Mm.” Aemond grumbled in response, not wanting to waste his energy talking to the ogre of a man when it could be better used for warmth.

The stable boy, no older than nine name days, tugged his palfrey to him, “I’ve got ‘em all tacked  up for ya, prince.” 

“Oy, Ryam,” the lord commander snapped. Lord Ennard Fir, that was the commander’s name, “He ain’t no prince anymore, so stop callin’ him as such. He’s just one of us now, eh? A man in black.” 

Ryam nodded slowly, handing the reins to Aemond. The boy’s face was tinged red as he puffed air into his cupped hands, trying to keep warm. He was a boy from the south, just like Aemond— a butcher’s bastard boy, Ryam Waters. He had accompanied the now scorned prince on his ride up the Kingsroad. He reminded Aemond greatly of Daeron.

“Stay warm, boy,” Aemond said, giving the youngster a stiff nod of his head, “Take the fur from my bed, it’ll help.” 

Ryam puffed out his chest, “Uh huh, your grace,” he giggled, speaking the title in secret. 

It almost made a smile come to Aemond’s lips. Almost. He tried to remember the last time he smiled– it was on that fateful day near Storm’s End, over Shipbreaker’s bay. He was taunting Lucerys, finally being the stronger one, the one who had control. He laughed and smiled like a madman, chasing his nephew on his puny hatchling of a dragon. He felt like a god.

Then Vhagar snapped her jaws, ignoring Aemond’s commands. The sickening crunch of Lucerys Velaryon and his dragon still lived in his mind. It played in his dreams, making them into nightmares. He constantly woke up in a cold sweat, muttering, “It was an accident, it was an accident, I didn’t mean it.”

His eye began to ache and he clenched his jaw as he mounted his horse. Glancing around, he saw that five other men were joining him. He tugged his hood up slightly before his hand rested on his blade. He donned two weapons; a standard issue castle-steel short sword, and the Catspaw blade. He had watched his father carry it for years, he watched his mother brandish it in his name and cut Rhaenyra— and now it was his. 

Not by precedent or bestowment, he actually stole it. When he was being sent to take the black, he pilfered it from Daemon’s chambers. The old fucker already had one ancestral blade, he didn’t need two. It was the only thing he had left of home, besides the sapphire in his socket and his eyepatch. It was gorgeous crafted Valyrian steel and he always kept it on his person. 

His thumb grazed over the ruby gem on the hilt of the dagger absentmindedly as they descended on their journey, spurring their horses further across the threshold of the wall. Lord Fir was at the front, with Aemond holding up the back in their procession of ingrates and outcasts. 

If he told his younger self that he was to be lumped in with bastards, thieves, rapers and ne’er-do-wells, he would’ve laughed in his own face. It was a ridiculous notion for a Targaryen prince to be even entertaining the idea. And yet, here he was. Living it out. 

He wondered what his mother was doing currently. Had she taken Helaena and Aegon to Oldtown with the children? Did she stay in the Red Keep to be squashed under Rhaenyra’s heel? 

“Aemond Targaryen, you stand before Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, protector of the realm,” Ser Westerling had shouted, “You stand accused of treason, conspiracy to commit usurpation, and nepoticide. You murdered Lucerys Velaryon in cold blood above the skies of Shipbreaker Bay.” 

Aemond had been in chains, his face haggard and stubbled from not being able to shave. They stripped him of his eyepatch and sapphire at the hearing, sending him down to his knees with his barren eye socket to behold. 

“How do you plead to these charges?” Ser Harrold asked. 

Aemond said nothing. 

Rhaenyra sat upon the Iron Throne, tapping her finger incessantly against the metal, “Brother. I’ve granted you the courtesy of allowing a hearing to your… crimes, rather than simply sending you to the block. Mayhaps I was too lenient on my decision to let you say your piece.” 

Aemond still said nothing, looking down at the ground. He heard his mother shuffling near him, off to the side in the throne room, murmuring something hurriedly to someone. 

“I have nothing to say. Lucerys is dead— nothing I can say will bring him back or undo what’s been done.” he finally grit out, his voice hoarse from disuse. 

“So, you have no objection to being punished for your crimes? The crime of Kinslaying is the most cursed,” Rhaenyra said, leaning forward, “Mayhaps I will grant you a death by dragon— I would honor you the same way you so graciously honored Lucerys, hm? Mayhaps have Syrax and Caraxes rip you limb from limb and scatter your parts over Blackwater Bay.” 

Aemond didn’t respond.

“Y-your grace,” Alicent spoke up, walking to Aemond and standing in front of him, “Please, have mercy upon him. Your son wouldn’t have wanted this—“

“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT MY SON WOULD’VE WANTED,” Rhaenyra bellowed, standing up from her seat, “Your son took away his ability to want anything, and for that there should be repercussions! A son for a son.” 

“Rhaenyra, please,” Alicent murmured, “Please, I can’t lose him— it… it was an accident. Aemond, tell her it was an accident!”

He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to admit their family’s greatest fear was true; they did not have complete control over their dragons. 

Rhaenyra gazed at Aemond’s pained expression, then at Alicent, “He will be punished. But I would not become a Kinslayer— I do not wish to be as accursed as you, brother,” she strode back to the throne, twisting the rings on her fingers, “He will take the black and be sent to the wall. He will have no titles, no land, no wife or children. He will have nothing for the rest of his life except for the Night’s Watch.” 

Alicent was stunned, as was Aemond. He wondered if he would’ve preferred death. 

“In addition,” Rhaenyra continued, “His claim to his dragon, Vhagar, will be severed. He will undergo the Valyrian ceremony for it.” 

“You can’t,” Aemond growled, “You can’t!” he panicked— Vhagar had been the only thing he ever achieved in his life, truly. He lost his eye for her. 

“Take him back to his cell and prepare him for the ride up the Kingsroad.” she said with finality, looking down at her hand as she sat back on the throne. 

Aemond saw— she had been pricked by the throne, blood beading at the tip of her finger. 

Mayhaps there are still small mercies in this world. 

A particularly strong gust of cold air snapped him back to reality, his hand still itching over his dagger. They reached the thick treeline that stretched out for miles, their horses trudging through the snow. 

They were at least ten miles out from the wall now, the Seven Kingdoms left truly well behind them. A small river trickled near them and Aemond saw the shadows of fish— large ones at that. 

He had been in the Night’s Watch for at least seven moons now, and this was his first expedition outside of the wall. It felt like a whole different world— a world without laws, without political duty, without fights of succession over a throne made of swords— there was something freeing about being here. It was only a remnant of what he felt soaring the skies on Vhagar, but it would have to do. 

The wind whistled through the branches of the trees, fresh snow beginning to fall. He heard a fly buzzing near his ear. No, that couldn’t be right. Surely there weren’t flies in the cold? 

It wasn’t right— another fly whizzed past him, sticking into the man in front of him. Those were the arrows. 

“Ambush! Wildlings!” Lord Fir shouted, reeling in his horse. 

Aemond went to unsheathe his sword when his horse went haywire, rearing up on its hind legs. “Lykiri, lykiri!” Be calm, be calm. He shouted at the horse, tugging at the reins as the wildlings descended upon them. He felt like he was above Storm’s End once more, screaming for Vhagar to heed his commands—

His horse bucked him off, sending him tumbling into a deep snow drift. He dropped his sword somewhere aside— his hand immediately went to his waist, gripping around the Catspaw dagger. 

A breath of relief washed over him as he rolled and hid behind a tree, unsheathing the dagger. He twirled it around, waiting for someone, anyone to cross his path. 

He then felt the cool pressure of a blade against his throat. 

“Don’t move, crow,” a voice said. It was almost diminutive, soft in tone— but it was threatening all the same, “I don’t need to paint the snow red with your blood just yet. Drop the dagger.” 

Begrudgingly, he dropped the Valyrian steel into the snow. 

“Now turn around, slowly. Keep your hands out.” 

He turned around, expecting to see an ugly wildling in his gaze. He had only heard the tales of them, that they were more ugly than not. 

His breath caught in his throat as he looked upon her— she was small, much smaller than he, her skin somewhat pale and cool toned, freckles dotting the bridge of her nose. It was her eyes that caught him— one was a deep, rich brown, and the other was a light blue, with fragments and shards of brown in it, like a mountain against a clear sky. Her hair, dark chocolate brown with one streak of white in it, was tied into a haphazard braid. She wore earrings made of the lower jaw of some small mammal, inlaid with opals. She was holding a dragonglass dagger to his throat, the hilt of it carved from a deer’s antler, encrusted with a matching moonstone. 

She wore a long, white coat— it looked to be the skin of some animal, but Aemond couldn’t tell which. It was spotted and fluffed. 

His brow narrowed as he noticed that she was soaking wet, dripping water from her nose and hair, the sheen of moisture shining from her skin.

He could only imagine how astonished he looked staring at her— but she stared back at him in the same manner, her eyes wide. She had huge eyes, Gods be good. 

“Fucking hell, you’ve got a purple eye.” she murmured. 

“You should see my other eye.”

A harsh crack across his face— she had slapped him, “Don’t be a pig.” 

Aemond blinked profusely, “By the Seven— I meant my actual other eye,” he grunted, “May I?” he gestured to his eyepatch. 

“… better be worth it, crow.” she murmured, nodding slowly. 

He lifted his eyepatch off, revealing the sapphire underneath. 

Her lips were slightly agape as she ogled at him, “You’re a fancy crow, aren’t you?”

“Hm.” he grumbled. 

She retrieved the Catspaw dagger from the ground, stowing it at her hip, “I’ll be keepin’ this for right now.” 

“Aren’t you going to kill me?” he asked, perplexed as to why he wasn’t dead yet. 

“Not yet— you got interesting eyes, I wanna show my papa,” she retrieved a leather cord from her belt and wrapped it keenly around his wrists, “Caught myself a crow.” she hummed, seemingly entertained with herself. 

Aemond rolled his eye, letting her hoist him up into a standing position. He towered over her, to which she didn’t seem too bothered about. 

She led him past the battle, which was now over. He saw three of his Night’s Watch brothers slain, and it looks like two others had run off like cravens, including Lord Commander Fir. 

“Where are you taking me?” 

“My tribe,” she replied, stringing him along. 

“Your… tribe,” he repeated, “And what is your name?”

“Euna. And you, crow?” 

“Aemond.”

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hiiioo!! Can I have trafalgar law with #13? Fluff and fem reader. Thanks 🎄

Hi and Merry (Early) Christmas. This was a little hard at first. These were two things that didn’t seem to go together, but hopefully I gave you something you will love. Enjoy!

Day 16: Law - Santa is Real, Who Do You Think Brings the Presents?

It was Christmas time, which meant everyone on the Polar Tang (even Law begrudgingly) was decorating.  Since you were all busy being a pirate crew, you waited till Christmas Eve to decorate.

You noticed Bepo leaving the port hole open, and whenever someone came over to close it, he told them not to.  “Hey Bepo,” you said, approaching him, “we should probably close the port hole.  We don’t want a draft to come in or anything.”

“No,” he yelled, blocking you from going up the metal ladder to close it, “we have to let Santa get in!  If we don’t leave it open, he’ll skip the submarine.”

“Oh honey, Santa isn’t real.”

“Of course, Santa is real, who do you think brings the presents?” Law, you boyfriend, injected into your conversation, “Bepo, can I borrow Y/N for one minute?”

Bepo nodded and Law led you into his room, which was covered in shiny silver tinsel.  You assumed Bepo did it based on the fact that if anyone else went in his room, they’d be dead.

“Bepo doesn’t know about Santa, so we do this.  Just go along with it.”

“Why not just tell him?”

“I can’t see him cry.  It’s one of my biggest weaknesses. That and your puppy dog eyes.”

You understood his reasoning.  Seeing Bepo cry was your biggest weakness as well.  A bright idea popped into your head.  “Hey Law, you know I love you right? I have a plan. You in, honey?” you asked with puppy dog eyes.  He sighed loudly, “I don’t like the sound of this.”

You and Bepo were up all night, the only light coming from the hundreds of Christmas lights and the starlight coming from the porthole door.  You convinced him that if you saw Santa, that you’d believe.  It was currently 1AM.  Bepo was so excited!  He was going to meet Santa!!!!  Not the fake Santas at the different ports, but the actual Santa.

Suddenly, someone started to climb through the porthole.  A pair of old black leather boots and a red velvet suit came down the ladder and into the Polar Tang.

“Ho ho ho,” said the man, jolly as can be, “looks like my biggest fan came to say hello this year.  I have a lot of presents for everyone on the ship.  Even that grumpy, annoying and beautiful nonbeliever.”

“Oh my god Santa!  Look, I told you he was real!”

You giggled, “I can see that Bepo.  Looks like you proved me wrong!  Now, go get some sleep, Bepo.  I need to apologize to Santa.”

You walked up to the white bearded man, as Bepo disappeared into the distance and into his room.  You two checked to make sure the coast was clear.  “Good job.  Looks like your Whitebeard impression really did come in handy for once, Captain.”

The man started to take his beard off, revealing Trafalgar Law, “you owe me big time for this!  You’re lucky I love you!”

“I know!  Thank you Law.  I think we made this the best Christmas for him.  I should get some sleep.  You have a lot of presents to deliver, Santa.”

“I take it back…you annoy me more than Kid and Luffy combined.”

Please do not copy, modify, translate, repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[girls4liyah]

welcome to my world ︴ning yi zhuo

ning yi zhuo x female reader ⬳ pair.

ningning gets dared to visit a cemetery, but she doesn’t expect to find a scary, horny demon with a penchant for getting into trouble there. she doesn’t expect to fuck you, either. ⬳ sum.

noncon to dubcon, demon!reader, dom!reader, human!ningning, mentions of murder, intoxicated ningning (this is mentioned once and never brought up again), cheating, anal sex, tentacle sex, none of this is ethical behavior ⬳ content.

3k ⬳ wc.

“And one more thing,” Yeji starts, throwing you a strict look. 

You groan, throwing your hands up in irritation, “I know, I know. Don’t get into trouble. You do not have to give the monologue again.”

“Do you know? Maybe I should give it again, y’know, for safe measure,” Yeji huffs, arms folded. Her yellow eyes are glowing in exasperation as the memory of the last time you went off-script unfolds behind them. “The last time we let you meander outside the underworld, you killed a human.”

“So? People die all the time.”

“You bit her. With your teeth. Injected venom into her bloodstream.”

“I’m still not seeing the issue.”

“We have unique teeth and venom from, say, earthly beings,” Yeji snaps, “People will get suspicious. You’re lucky we have connections or your ass would be hot. Literally.”

You throw her a wry smile. So maybe you got a little carried once or twice. Possibly five times. No big deal. At worst, all those humans would just start to believe in vampires. It’s not like they could prove random pretty girls were being targeted by horny demons. 

Humans don’t know anything about demons at all. There’s so much more to you than evil red horns and sinister faces. You live in a society with other demons and you’re much more familiar to humans than they believe.

“Relax,” you chirp in a way that has Yeji running her hands through her hair, frustrated. When you say it like that, she can’t help but not relax. “I’ll be an angel.”

Yeji visibly recoils at that word. Not the word itself, maybe, just the fact that it leaves your mouth of all people. “Just get out of my sight. I can’t save you if Hyungwon finds out you killed another girl.”

You scoff, “What’s he gonna do? Kill me? I’m already dead, babe.”

“Don’t press your luck,” a masculine voice says in a clipped tone from behind you.

You turn, spotting Hyungwon, grim as always. You’d say it would kill this guy to smile, but he, too, is already very dead. “Hyungwon!” you sing, “The man of the hour and just the guy I wanted to see—”

“Save it,” Hyungwon spits, having none of your acts, “You have twenty-four hours. If you’re not back by then, I revoke your privileges for a year. If you kill another human, I revoke your privileges for a year. Am I clear?”

You bite your lip to fight an irritated scowl, not one to be bossed around, but you suck it up. “Crystal, sir.”

Ningning waves the flashlight around loosely. It’s pretty thick; heavy, makes her wrist hurt. But it was big and she was surrounded by nothing but pitch black darkness and dead people who were probably a mere heap of bones by now. 

She hates her friends. All of them. She hates Karina for suggesting they play truth or dare. She hates Giselle for daring her to go to a creepy, dark cemetery after the sun has already set and she can’t even see the clouds. She hates Winter for not agreeing to come with her, letting her wander all alone.  

You won’t be alone, she said. You’ll have a handy-dandy flashlight, she said. 

On the bright side, despite the fact that Ningning can hardly see anything at all, the cemetery doesn’t look like something completely out of a horror movie. It’s not foggy out and the moon isn’t full. It’s not cold and the trees are thick with leaves that she’s sure are green. Instead, there are no stars and the moon is concealed by dark shrouds of mass. 

Which might be a little worse. 

Just an hour. She only has to withstand this torment for an hour and she can go back to Winter’s apartment—maybe without any severe trauma, she hopes. Checking her watch, the one her boyfriend got her last year for her birthday, she notes that she’s been here a grand total of five fucking minutes. 

I’m not gonna make it, Ningning tells herself, losing all hope within the first few minutes. I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it—

She hears a rustle, immediately turning on the balls of her feet, and lets out a tiny, shocked squeak. She waves the flashlight around but sees nothing. Because why the fuck would anyone be in a cemetery at three in the fucking morning? Hell, she shouldn’t even be here her damn self. 

It’s probably just some random critter, like a squirrel or whatever the hell else roams around at night. Maybe it’s a bird. Are they nocturnal? Ningning doesn’t really know. Bless her heart. 

She doesn’t even know why she agreed to this. She could have easily said no, though of course they would have made her down an entire bottle of disgusting beer and she’s already had three—so it’s even worse that she’s intoxicated in the middle of nowhere by herself, but it’s not like anyone in their right mind would be here. 

There’s another sound. Ningning turns again, shrilly shrieking out in terror, but when she tries to use the stupid flashlight it only flickers before rendering itself entirely useless. “Fuck,” she groans, throwing the flashlight. 

“Ow, shit!”

Ningning startles when she hears a string of profanities, because she’s not the one to say them. She can’t see at all now, but just the knowledge of someone being there alone has her shuddering. 

“Who’s there?” she asks, glancing around, trying to find the source of the noise, but she doesn’t really know where she is.

Suddenly, the flashlight flickers back on, but she’s not the one holding it. The light is shining at her. “You forgot to turn it on, dear. See, like this,” you demonstrate, “On, off. On, off. On—”

“I’m not stupid,” Ningning hisses, crossing her arms. 

You snicker, coming into view, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Ningning stills when she sees you, actually sees you. She sees your completely black eyes, lacking any color at all. She sees your long braids. She sees your horns protruding out of your head. She sees the lines on your skin that look like vines almost, and it chills her to the bare bone. 

She steps back, eyes widening, “What are you?”

“Nothing important,” you mumble, focusing on your prize. She’s got to be the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen — human or not. She has the prettiest round eyes, the sweetest quivering lips. You’ve been observing her in half amusement, half curiosity for the past ten minutes, and you have no clue why this random human girl is wandering around a cemetery in short, tight pajamas, but you won’t get caught complaining. 

Your tongue passes your teeth, and Ningning sees your eyes shoot pink with hunger. It frightens her. 

Ningning tries to run, but one of your braids fly out to grab her, pulling her back to you. She glances at you, cheeks wet with fresh tears and she frantically begs, “No, no, no. Please let me go.”

Had Hyungwon and Yeji not gotten on your last nerve earlier, you might’ve showed her some mercy — no you wouldn’t have, but having them to blame your urges on makes you feel better — but you’re just so angry, and she looks like the perfect way to blow off some steam. 

Swiping a tear out of her eye with your thumb, scalding hot skin and sharp talons gently brushing against her cheek in a way that makes her tense, you coo adoringly, “What’s your name, pretty?”

“Ningning,” she sniffles softly. 

Even her name is cute. You’re going to have a fun time with this one. 

Setting her on the dirt, watching her trying to get away again, you chuckle at her naivety and restrain her with the rest of your brains without moving a finger. You lower yourself to her body, ignoring how she squirms and pleas for help. Your attention is drawn to how the tight tee hugs her breast and you poke a hole into the shirt with your claws, stretching it until her tits pop out. 

“Stop!” Ningning cries. “I have a boyfriend!” 

“That’s cute. Don’t worry, I’ll send you back to him in good shape,” you whisper carelessly. Then your head tilts in thought, wondering if you can keep that promise. “Probably.”

Your uncertainty doesn’t console Ningning in the slightest, but she has to admit, it’s a little hot that you’re a… whatever you are. She’s never seen anything like you. She’s scared to death, but also a little turned on. 

Her tits are so soft, you realize while fondling them. When your fingers pinch her nipples, she accidentally moans, and she would cover her mouth if she wasn’t fully restrained by your braids. If she wasn’t powerless. 

She wonders why your hands are so warm, it feels like you’re burning her skin whenever you touch her. You wonder why you didn’t spot a find like her on your past visits to earth, but it’s probably a good thing. You, though not on purpose, would have killed her. She’s too perfect to die. 

Thinking about the girls you happened to have killed makes you remember why you’re so angry in the first place and you start to get irritated. It’s not your fault if you lose control sometimes when you’re fucking these girls. Fuck, not when they look so pretty, with their scared eyes and cute faces. Not when they taste so good and they’re so tight—now you can’t help but think of how Ningning tastes and how small her pussy must be. 

Ningning moves to her hands and knees but not on her own accord, but because your braids move her. “What are you doing?” She asks innocently.

“Don’t worry, Ningning,” you say, grinning cheekily. “It’ll feel so good.”

Ningning gasps when you rip her tiny shorts off, then her panties, and you find it so cute that they’re so wet, sticking to her cunt. Before you ripped them to shreds, at least. Ningning, against her better judgment, gets excited at the thought of you fucking her, wiggling her ass a little.

You growl, a sound that makes Ningning giggle, although a little terrifying. She’s oblivious, though, when you grope her cunt and damp your palm with her wetness, just moaning at the feeling of being toyed with. She’s oblivious when you spread her juices all over her ass. She’s oblivious when you slide down your pants, freeing a tentacle from your underwear. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” you warn while sinking to your knees, which is nice enough, although you’re feeling anything but. 

Ningning’s visibly anticipating it, her pussy still leaking with all her wet fluids. So much for her having a boyfriend. To be fair, though, the poor guy wouldn’t believe you if you told him that his sweet girlfriend was slutting herself out to a demon — in a cemetery, no less. So, really, there’s no point in confessing to the act. 

She’s disturbed when she feels it, the slick rod slithering around her rim, confused as it dips inside her ass and not her pussy. She gasps, but you don’t have the patience to stop, impaling her on your long tentacle, fitting as much as you can in one swift go. It’s too long for her pussy, especially as tiny and frankly tight as it is. 

Conflicted, Ningning stills in shock. She doesn’t know whether or not she should ask you what the hell that is inside her, or tell you that you’re in the wrong hole. She writhes, seeming to forget that there’s nowhere to go, trapped by every inch of you as you force her into a cage of yourself. 

“Where you going, pretty?” You ask, laughing at her desperation. You like that nickname on her. It’s fitting. 

“Wrong hole,” she exhales with half a breath, like you knocked the wind out of her. “No, pull out! Wrong—”

“Right,” you hiss, already drawing yourself in and out of her, face twisting. “It’s the right hole, baby.”

Tears prick Ningning’s eyes as you fuck her unprepared ass, her hand slipping out of the dirt as she reaches behind herself to make you quit it, but her arm is grabbed again by one of your braids that obey your every command like little serving serpents. 

“B-but,” she stammers, evidently worried. “I’ve never… I’ve never been fucked there before.”

Something about that just lights up the biggest spark in you. “Never?”

Ningning shakes her head, and you wish you could see her eyes, knowing that they’re so round with innocent twinkles. 

“Fuck,” you hiss loudly, but it’s not really an issue. What, are you gonna wake up the dead? “Guess I’ll have to break you in, huh? Send you back home with a couple of pointers for your boyfriend.”

Ningning only blinks at the mention of her boyfriend that she’d seemingly been so loyal to only moments ago, and she seems to remember for the first time in a minute that she’s vowed to a commitment, but it’s forgotten in the same instant as she feels you press inside her fleshy ass and her head tips back, a sweet-sounding, light noise filling your ears. 

Her ass is so pretty and tight, and it’s all that you can think about. It’s such a shame that her boyfriend’s never fucked her there, but not for you. Matter of fact, you love that you’re her first. You love that no one’s ever felt what you’re feeling right now, like it’s something especially reserved for you. 

You don’t want to send her back to her boyfriend, really. You want to keep her with you like a pet, take her to the underworld and fuck her holes whenever you please. Yeji and Hyungwon would never approve, though — guardians of the underworld and all — and somehow that only upsets you even more, fucking her sloppy holes rougher. 

She arches her back, and it’s the prettiest arch, too. The prettiest arch you’ve ever seen. You hiss, slapping your palm against her ass. Ningning cries out, and you’ve heard that blend of pleasure and pain before, recognize it as something all too familiar. It comes with the territory. 

You ease up, letting your braids slacken, knowing she won’t try to get away from you anymore. Not with the sinful sounds that sound like music to your ears and how she lets you use her ass, lets you have your way with her entirely, like every rational thought has been fucked out of her fuzzy brain and the idea of preserving herself for survival doesn’t even occur to her anymore. 

Instead she’s more focused on being such a slut, reaching behind herself again, not to stop you, but to spread her ass for you. The sight is something out of your dreams, you’ve never been more thankful for your excellent vision. That’s when you know she has you, and from her giggles, she knows it too. 

“You’re such a nasty little thing,” you chide, smacking her ass again. She whimpers, her soaked pussy tightening around nothing. “Spreading yourself for a demon?”

Finally able to put a name to the monster she’s exposed to, corrupting her. You’re so deep inside her, as deep as you can go, because if you could go any deeper without hurting her too much, you would. She knows that you have more to offer — she accidentally felt your slippery, slick tentacle when she reached behind her back. It’s raw and slimy, gushing inside her ass. She loves it so much now, babbling about how full she feels.

“Yeji and Hyungwon don’t know what they’re talking about,” you rant mindlessly, not caring that you’re exposing your world. Ningning can tell that you’re upset from the tone you ramble in, she could tell from the pace you fuck her with. “I can protect you. Other demons would only destroy your precious soul in minutes, I would take care of you. I’d never let anything take you.”

Ningning’s not sure what you’re going on about, but she’s gone too dumb to care, just agreeing, “Uh huh, y-yeah. Please.”

“Shit,” you curse, because she’s so much, but not enough. You extend another four tentacles that Ningning didn’t even know you had, stuffing two up her soaked pussy and forcing one inside her mouth. The other one joins the one in her ass, because they’re not too thick for her to take, too thin.

Ningning’s noises are muffled against your tentacle, but if she could, she would go on and on about how full she is. She thought she was full before, but that was nothing compared to now, how over occupied she is. You’ve filled all her holes and she feels like she’s floating. It hurts, but it doesn’t. There’s something so mysterious about it. Something so enigmatic that she’ll never understand. 

You desperately want to bite her, but for once in your life, you try to have some control. She can’t die. Not after you just went on your whole spill about how you would protect her, and you weren’t just saying words, you really, really do want to keep her safe. Even if it means from yourself. Yeji would be proud — if you left out all the other details of this tryst. 

In fact, there’s only one real reason why she’s less strict than Hyungwon.

Ningning gets the most surreal feeling and it’s not just the knot in her gut, growing with every thrust. She’s getting off to being fucked not just by some stranger, but by something she thought she’d only see in her dreams. A demon with horns and slimy tentacles that stroke her in all of the right places. Her pussy is gushing around you, her tongue is warm and flat, and her ass is so tight and small.

No human has ever gotten her this aroused. She’s dripping onto you and it’s borderline embarrassing, because all she can think about is the fact that you’re a demon using her holes. Fuck, she doesn’t know why, but that thought alone is making quick work of her. 

She shoves gently at the tentacle occupying her mouth, because she doesn’t want to hurt you, and asks sweetly with a hoarse throat, “W-what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you whisper. 

And she almost screams it. The last push hits, the waves come in, and everything breaks loose, and she cries your name in between a string of expletives as her pussy spasms around your tentacles in orgasm. It’s the most intense one she’s ever had, making her whole body quiver and the world around her reel as she starts to feel lightheaded. 

You’re not finished, though. She notices that immediately. It drives her mad, the overstimulation. She’s so sensitive that she thinks she can’t handle it, whining, “Too much—”

“Take it,” you order sharply. 

“I can’t.”

The tentacle is back in her mouth in a matter of seconds to shut her up, your braids back to restraining her as she attempts to sneak away, but you won’t let her go. Not before you’re finished with her, done using her. Ningning’s not used to this. Not used to the stretch, not used to pleasure to this extent, not used to the overstimulation. She just feels like a set of holes for you to fuck. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, pretty,” you convince her. “You can take it for me. It’s what you were meant to do.”

Ningning hums, bobbing her head around you as she sucks you off greedily. Gobbling is a better word. It keeps her attention while your thumb massages her ass, and she grinds her ass back against you, too. The most inconsistent girl in the world. 

She’s like a rot, corrupting you from head to toe. It makes you burn, makes you wish you could fuck her forever, because you would. She’s perfect, and you don’t throw that word around loosely. She’s making you lose your grip in a different way than any other mortal has, in a way that’s probably dangerous, too, but you can’t be bothered to care. 

Thoughts of keeping her consume you alive. That’s all it really takes for you to blow your load, a couple more slams before you halt entirely, moaning her name too loudly. “Shit, Ningning—”

She moans, too, you feel it around one of your tentacles. It fills her everywhere — sticky, gooey cum, seeping into her ass and her pussy and her mouth. Ningning tries to swallow all of your cum, but it’s too much, dripping down her chin messily. It’s why she doesn’t feel empty when you at last pull out of her holes, because this icky substance is keeping her nice and full. 

“Oh my god,” Ningning whispers. She’s ironically never felt more alive. “That was so…” Perfect. 

Her chest heaves, her entire body drenched in sweat and slime and goo. It’s nasty, she feels nasty, but she likes it, too. She doesn’t think of how she’ll get back to Winter’s apartment when she looks the way she looks and her clothes are nonexistent. Thanks to you. 

Then it hits you, after climaxing. It wouldn’t matter, really, if Hyungwon banned you from visiting earth, if you snuck Ningning to the underworld. 

Your world. 

“C’mon, pretty,” you say with a coquettish grin, helping her stand. “I just had a bad idea.”

[dianawinchester03]

Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot

Series Masterlist

Y/N’s POV

"Listen to me and listen to me good Y/N L/N. Don't come back if you go out there on your own, don't call, don't text, pretend I'm dead!"

I jolt awake, buckets of sweat pouring down my head. I don't realize I'm crying until I feel my eyes burn. A stinging migraine takes over, pressure building up in my head. I gotta stop dreaming about that over and over. It was probably one of the worst days of my life.

Checking the time I see it's 5 am. I'm only a couple hours away from Jericho now, I took a pit stop at midnight because I was exhausted and still kinda hungover from the night before. Which is weird because I usually don't get hungover.

More or less I'm trying to avoid sleep because of these stupid nightmares, as hunters we don't get much sleep regardless but we're only human...until we're not. Pushing the blanket off of me, I climb out of bed and get ready for the day ahead of me. My heart skips a beat for a second, remembering I'm gonna be seeing Dean....and Sam obviously. I'm more excited to see my best friend of many years.

I think about calling my dad. I initially decide against it but I give in. He's still my old man. Growing up my dad always had high expectations of me when it came to hunting. It's clear he expected me to be psychic like my mom but after I turned 18 and nothing came, his disappointment was clear.

Mom's abilities helped him out a lot when they hunted together, according to dad, she couldn't predict the future as much but she more or less communicated with the dead on ghost cases along with her telekinetic powers. It came it handy whenever they needed to gank a monster.

The look in my fathers eyes when he talks about my mom, breaks my heart everytime. You can see how much he loved her, I could only imagine how much she loved him.

After taking a shower I try to call Dean but it goes to voicemail. So I just shoot him a quick text that I'll be in Jericho before lunch.

I put my phone to my ear after dialing my dads number and hitting call. In seconds I get an answer. "Y/n/n? Is everything okay??" My dads voice is more rugged than usual, clearly he was asleep. Concern seeping through his voice. "I'm fine daddy, I just missed you. I called to see if everything is alright?" Tears sting slightly from my eyes. God I'm such a pussy.

"I'm great baby, I'm surprised to hear from you-not that I don't want to. I'm just happy you called" He breaths out relieved. "Great well Dean called me, told me his dad was missing. I just wanted to let you know I'm gonna be meeting up with them." I say quickly as I check out of the motel room and make way to my beautiful Quinn after checking out, doubling checking to make sure I have everything.

"Understood. Update me along the way? Maybe we can do a case of our own soon?" He asks hopefully. "Yeah maybe, we'll see. I gotta go daddy. Bye, love you" I shock myself saying 'love you' I haven't told dad that in years. I grew up always saying it to my dad and whoever we considered family. The habit just stuck.

Hopping on my bike and starting her, I'm off to whatever adventure awaits.

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Third Person POV

"Goddamnit Dean where are you?" Y/N mutters to herself after calling Dean for the millionth time only to go to voice mail. This feels like karma. She decides to say screw it and go herself, hopefully they show up within the time or Dean calls back. She's still in her casual attire. A grey tank top, layered with a red flannel covered in her favorite leather jacket. Paired with combat boots.

Currently on the Sylvania Bridge, a bunch of cop cars blocking a crime scene. A deputy on the bridge speaking to some divers down in the river asks them. "Did you guys find anything?!"

"No! Nothing!" The diver responds. The deputy turns around to see Y/N. "Woah miss no civilians" He goes to usher her out of the premises. She pulls out her fake federal marshal badge and flashes it to the Deputy Jaffe according to his name tag. He seems to take the bait with a nod.

A fake smile plastered on her face "Federal Marshal, got called in on my day off. So what seems to be the situation brothers in blue?" Y/N asks nicely. "Still trying to piece it together ourselves, pretty lady. No sign of struggle. No footprints. No fingerprints. It's spotless. It's almost too clean" The other deputy investigating the car in question answers her question.

Stooping down next to Jaffe, out of view to look at the car herself. She recognizes the roar of Baby's engine. Smirking to herself as the officers talk about the boy that's missing, Troy Squire. "So this kid Troy, he's dating your daughter isn't he?" Jaffe asks Hein. "Yeah" Hein confirms.

"Hows Amy doing?" Jaffe asks. "She's putting up missing posters downtown" Hein responds. "You fellas had another one like this just last month didn't you?" Dean voice booms, surprising the deputies. "Who are you" Jaffe asks suspiciously. "They're with me deputy" Y/N covers for them, now standing up in view. A shocked yet happy look takes over Sam's face and a smirk rising on Dean's, eyeing her up and down for a split second. They both quickly recover now back to their serious faces.

"You fellas took a pit stop? Was expecting ya earlier" She says to the boys. Crossing her arms over her chest "You lot a little young for federal marshals aren't you?" Jaffe says, still suspicious. "Thanks. That awfully kind of you" Dean chuckles cockily, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. "You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean presses his question, walking around the side of the car where Hein is.

"Yeah that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that" Jaffe confirms. "So the victim. You knew him?" Sam asks. "Town like this. Everybody knows everybody". Jaffe nods. "Any connections between the victims besides the fact that they're all men?" Y/N asks curiously. "No, not so far as we can tell" Jaffe says.

"So what's the theory?" Sam asks as he moves follows Deans movements to the side of the car in question and Y/N follows Sam. "Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" Jaffe says honestly.

"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect from you" Dean says sarcastically. Sam stamps on his foot and Y/N elbows him in his ribs the same time. A smile on his face towards the deputy while Jaffe looks at the trio suspiciously.

"Thank you for your time" Y/N says, a sweet smile on her face. "Gentleman" Sam greets the officers before walking past Dean. Y/N and Dean following behind. Y/N sees the seething look on Deans face. "Don't you dare think about it Winchester" She mumbles. Dean huffs, tapping his brother on his head and Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Sam mutters angrily to his brother. "Why you gotta step on my foot?" He says back angrily "And you missy, why you gotta elbow my ribs" He points his finger at Y/N, rubbing his right ribs. "Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Y/N retorts back angrily. The argument between the three subsides as Sam turns to Y/N, a smile on his face.

He wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug. "I missed you too Sammy" Y/N says chuckling at the sudden affection, though she meant it. "I didn't know you were coming" Sam says smiling.

He ruffles her hair as they pull away from the hug. "Dean called me, told me your dad hasn't been home in a couple days. Looks like I'm on the family emergency contact list" Y/N jokes, looking over at Dean, his head to the floor slightly. Indicating he's feeling a bit left out.

"Come here youuu" She says teasingly, wrapping her arms around Deans shoulders. His arms automatically go around her waist, burying his face in her neck, he smiles into the hug. Sam smirks at this and wiggles his eyebrows at his eyebrows at his brother suggestively. Knowing where Sam is getting at Dean flips off his younger brother the bird, meanwhile Y/N is oblivious to this.

"Still a short stack aren't ya princess" Dean teases. Y/N pulls away, tapping Dean on his shoulder while Sam laughs, agreeing with Dean. "Shut it you morons, I can still kick both your asses" Y/N threatens them, pointing her fingers at the brothers while they chuckle.

"Those cops don't know squat. If we're gonna find your dad, we gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves" Y/N changes the subject. Sam looks over her shoulder, clearing his throat. An man who looks like the sheriff with two real FBI agents behind him asks the trio. "Can I help you guys?"

"No sir, we were just leaving" Dean says and they begin walking to their respective vehicles. Not before mocking the two agents "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully" Y/N says. Dean biting back a laugh at her humor.

"You still driving that gorgeous 67' I see" Y/N eyes Baby up and down, wolf whistling. "Course I am, Baby's a chick magnet here" Dean smirks proudly, patting the hood of the Impala. Y/N snorts and Sam rolls his eyes. "Still riding that stunning Harley I see" Dean nods over to her bike. "Course I am. She's my pride and joy" Y/N smirks, echoing Deans words.

Picking up her helmet "Race you to town?" She challenges. "You're on, Princess" Dean retorts, jumping in baby and they're off.

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Now walking through town, Dean spots a young lady putting up missing persons posters with Tory Squire on them. Putting two and two together , this must be the deputy's daughter "I'll bet you that's her" He says. "Yeah" Sam agrees.

They walk up to her "You must be Amy" Dean inquires. "Yeah" she confirms. "Troy told us about you, we're his uncles and aunt. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and this is Y/N" Dean introduces everybody. "He never mentioned you to me" Amy says walking away, they follow behind her.

"Yeah, that's Troy. I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto" Dean lies causally. "So we're looking for him too and we're kind of asking around" Sam says and a young lady who seems to know Amy asks her "Hey you okay?"

"Yeah" Amy reassures. "You lovely ladies mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Y/N asks the girls nicely, hoping to make them less weary. They agree.

Y/N's POV

We're all now sitting in a diner booth. The girls across from us. Sam on the inner part of the booth, me in the middle and Dean to the end. His arm rests on the top of the seat, practically around me.

"I was on the phone with Troy, he was driving home. He said he would call me right back. And, uh, he never did" Amy explains the events of the night Troy went missing. "He didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" Sam inquires. "No, nothing I can remember" Amy shakes her head.

"Here's the deal ladies" Dean says leaning forward, arms now on the table. "The way Troy disappeared. Somethings not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean trails off and I notice the girls have a skeptical look in their faces. Looking at each other. They're hiding something.

"What is it girls?" Y/N asks. "Well it's just ....I mean with all these guys going missing. People talk" Amy's friend says. "What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean say in perfect unison, causing me to jump a bit. Jesus. Brothers.

She looks at Amy before continuing "Its kinda this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago. Well supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes. And whoever picks her up. Well they...disappear forever" She finishes and the tree of us share a look.

We're in the library now. Deans researching the info the girls gave us on the computer and sitting between me and Sam. No hits come on on 'Murder on Centennial'. "Let me try" Sam goes to take the keyboard but Dean slaps his hand away harshly "Got it" he says annoyed.

Sam pushes him away, rolling his chair behind his and I snicker at their childish behavior. "Dude!" He exclaims, tapping Sams shoulder "You're such a control freak" he grumbles, fixing his chair behind the two of us. And Sam types. Then something dawns on me.

"Wait, aren't angry spirits born out of violent death?" I ask. "Yeah" Dean nods confirming. I push Sams chair away "Dude!" He exclaims like Dean did, tapping my shoulder. Dean snickers at the instant karma. I type on the computer "Maybe it's not murder" I say and I type 'Suicide on Cenntenial' and got a hit on an article.

"Sharp thinking princess" Dean smirks, patting me on the small of my back. I smirk "Thanks charming". Sam begins reading the article. "1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in river" Sam reads out loud. "Does it say why she did it?" Dean asks "Yeah" I say. "What?" Dean asks.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back. They're not breathing. Both die" I briefly summarize the article, skimming through it. "Hmm" Dean hums.

"Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it. Said husband, Joseph Welch" Sam quotes the article and I notice a picture of the bridge we were on earlier. "That bridge look familiar to you fellas?" I ask rhetorically, pointing to the picture on the screen.

Later in the night we were at the bridge where Constance jumped to her death. We walk to the edge, looking down. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive" Dean says. I grimace at the sight of the dirty mucky water. The scent filling my nose and I resist the urge to gag.

"So you think your dad would have been here?" I ask, while we all look down at the river. "Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him" Dean says and we all begin to walk down the bridge. "Okay so now what?" Sam asks. "Now we keep digging till we find him. Might take a while" Dean says.

"Dean, I told you I have to get back..." Sam starts and they both finish "...By Monday" they say in unison. Brothers. Scares me everytime.

"Right. The interview. Yeah I forgot" Dean nods. "You're really serious about this aren't you" I ask Sam, crossing my arms over my chest. "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer. Marry your girl?" Dean says. "Maybe. Why not?" Sam shrugs.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? About what you've done?" Dean presses. "No and she's not ever going to know" Sam says, walking up to Dean and I. I stand in-between them, already knowing somebody's gonna either get pushed or punched. "Well that's healthy." Dean retorts sarcastically . "Come on Dean, don't start" I warn him calmly, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"No y/n/n, he can pretend all he wants. But, sooner or later, you're gonna have to own up to who you really are Sammy" Dean walks back down the bridge towards Baby after saying this. Sam follows behind "And who's that?" Sam queries, agitation in his voice. "One of us" Dean says as if it's obvious, gesturing between me and him.

"No, I'm not like either of you. This is not going to be my life" Sam says kinda disgusted. Ouch, but valid. "You have a responsibility" Dean says. "To Dad? And his crusade?" Sam says, his eyes welling with tears. "If it weren't for pictures. Me and y/n wouldn't even know what our moms look like." Ohhhh boy, here we go. The look on Deans face alone could scare a toddler.

"What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed them...they're gone. And they're never coming back" Sam finishes and Dean pushes me gently to the side from in between them. He grabs Sam and slams him against the edge of the bridge. "Woah Dean! Easy!" I try pulling Dean off of his brother but his grip is too strong.

"Don't talk about them like that" Deans tone is deadly. He lefts Sam go and turns to me. "Sorry for pushing you Princess" He says sincerely, I nod reassuring him. I look behind him and I see a woman standing at the ledge of the bridge in a white dress. "Uh....fellas...." I point at the woman. They look in the direction I'm pointing at. She turns to look at us for a second before allowing herself to fall off.

We all run towards the area where she threw herself. Looking over the edge, we don't see anything. "Where'd she go?" Dean asks. "I don't know" Sam breathes out. All of a sudden we hear Baby's engine starting. Her headlights flickering. "What the....." Dean says stunned.

Then Quinn starts, her engine roaring. The headlights flicker just like Dean's car. "Who the hell is driving your car and bike?" Sam asks us. Me and Dean hold out the keys to our vehicles, still stunned. Then the Impala and Harley tires start screeching, driving towards us. "Boys! Go! GO!" We all split into action, running away from the vehicles.

They gain on us and the three of us hurl ourselves off the edge of the bridge. Me and Dean end up slipping off the ledge, falling into the river while Sam grabs onto the ledge and pulls himself back up when the coast is clear. Baby and Quinn come to a stop.

Me and Dean fish ourselves out of the mucky water, laying on the shore edge. "Dean! Y/N!" Sam screams before seeing us. "Hey, you guys alright?" He asks worried. "We're super" Dean yells back sarcastically and I give him a weak thumbs up. Sam laughs at our state and we go to make our way back up the bridge.

I pull myself up and give my hand to Dean who's still laying on the floor like he's half dead. "Get up piglet, we gotta get back up" I tease him while groaning in pain, he huffs taking my hand and pulling himself up. "Shut it, you're covered too" He chuckles while groaning in pain from the impact too.

We're back up on the bridge checking on our vehicles. Quinn seems alright and I'm sure so is Baby. "Your car and bike alright?" Sam ask the both of us. "Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems alright now" Dean says. I nod assuring that my bikes ok. "That Constance chick, what a bitch!!" I scream out over the bridge in frustration because she almost hurt my girl.

"Well she doesn't want us digging around that's for sure" Sam says. Dean leans on the hood of the Impala, I follow and so does Sam. "So, where's the trail go from here geniuses" Sam asks the both of us.

Dean throws his hands up in defeat, grimacing at the smelly mud all over our skin and I scoff. Sam smells the air before turning to us "You guys smell like a toilet" Neither of us answer, Dean's head drops while I turn to glare at Sam. He smirks at me snickering.

Now at a motel, Dean plops his credit card on the book in-front of the receptionist. "One room please"

The man picks up the card, looking at it in recognition. "You guys having a reunion or something?" The age-able man queries. My eyes cork up at this. "What do you mean?" Sam asks now curious. "That other guy Burt Aframian, he came and bought out a room for the whole month" The man tells us whilst typing on his computer to book us a room. The boys and I share a knowing look. John was here.

We find out what room John was in. Currently I'm on my knees picking the lock to room 10. Sam and Dean have their backs turnt to me, looking out incase someone sees us. After about a minute, I hear a click and I slide my trusty hairpin out of the knob.

I open the door and walk in but Sam and Dean don't seem to notice, still looking out. I grab them both by their collars and roughly pull them into the room, locking the door behind us. We look around the room for a couple seconds and Dean goes over to the lamp, turning it on.

I notice the walls lining with paper of what seems to be Johns research on the case he was working here. Dean spots a day old sandwich and sniffs it. Gagging at the smell. "Ugh" He plops the sandwich back down. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least" He states the obvious.

"Yeah, no kidding Sherlock" I say sarcastically and Dean rolls his eyes at my dry tone. Sam stoops to the ground, dusting it with his fingers to find "Salt. Cats-eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in" Sam says getting back up. Dean notices what I'm staring at, it's the victims.

"What do you got here?" Sam asks, walking over to us. "Centennial Highway victims" I state. "I don't get it." Dean says and I see Sam walking over to the other side of the room. "They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection right? What do these guys have in common?" Dean ponders.

I walk over to Sam, my eyes scanning for the lord written in the wall. I catch something at the corner of my eye, walking a couple steps I turn on the lamp and I nudge Sam to check it out. I internally laugh, shaking my head. John Winchester, you smart son of a bitch. Of course you figured it out.

Sam chuckles ironically "Dad figured it out" he says. "What do you mean?" Dean asks. "He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's our woman in white" I say. Dean turns back to the wall looking at the pictures of Constance's victims. "You sly dogs" he says almost as if he's complimenting the unfaithful presumably deceased men.

"Alright so if we're dealing with a Woman in White. Dad would've found the corpse and destroyed it" Dean states. "She might have another weakness" Sam says. "No. Dad would wanna make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asks walking over to us, looking at the notes on the wall.

"No, not that we can tell" Sam answers. "If I were your dad though, I'd go ask her husband" I say, point to the picture of Joseph Welch on the wall. "If he's still alive" Sam adds. "Alright why don't you see if you can find an address. Me and y/n gotta get cleaned up" Dean says and I clutch my duffel bag with my clothes on my shoulder.

"Hey guys?" Me and Dean turn to Sam. "What I said about Mom and Dad earlier. And your mom, y/n. I'm sorry" Sam says guiltily and sincerely. Dean puts up his hand stopping Sam. "No chick-flick moments" Dean says and Sam chuckles, I shake my head laughing. "Alright, Jerk" Sam says. "Bitch" Dean retorts.

"Oh shut it, you're a sucker for Notting Hill" I quipped teasing him, bumping Deans hip with mine causing Sam to laugh. "Hey! Julia Roberts don't count! That woman is a national treasure!" Dean exclaims defending himself. Sam bends over clutching his stomach in laughter. "Yeah...sure" I laugh ironically before pushing him when he least expects it.

"DIBS ON THE BATHROOM!" I yell, bolting to the bathroom whilst Dean stumbles on himself trying to catch his balance. I lock the door behind me quickly and Dean bangs on it. "Ahhh screw you ya nutcase!" He yells frustrated. "You wish asshat!" I retort back laughing and getting ready for my nice hot long shower.

After my shower, Dean goes in and me and Sam are left outside. Sam tried calling his girlfriend and I'm on the chair, smoking a cigarette by the window. Texting my dad and updating him about the case. Dean walks out of the bathroom, putting on his jacket and takes off the light.

"You used up all the hot water y/n" Dean says. I chuckle, taking the last puff of my cigarette and outing it. "Snooze you lose, Winchester" I smile widely at him, winking. He scoffs and chuckles at this. "I'm starving, I'm gonna grab something to eat at that diner down the street. You two want anything" He asks the both of us.

"No" Sam says. "Aframians buying" Dean says smiling and Sam shakes his head. "I'll take my usual please" I smile. "(Your favorite food/usual order) and (Your favorite soda/milkshake) coming right up, Princess" He smirks at me, winking. My heart flutters at that smile he gave me and the wink he sent my way. The fact that he remember my order. But I cover it up with returning the cocky wink "Thanks charming"

When Dean leaves I turn to Sam. We haven't really been alone for us to talk like we usually do so I take the chance now. "Hey Sammy?" I say softly. "It's Sam" he groans in annoyance at me calling him Sammy. "Whatever you say Sammy" I grin widely at him, getting back to my serious expression. He looks at me curiously. "What's wrong y/n/n?" He asks.

"I just want you to know. I don't blame you for going back to college after this case. Your brother might not be very warm and cuddly about it but you know how he is. He loves you and misses you. You're making the right choice" I say. He sighs sadly and I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You of all people deserved a shot at the Apple pie life. So does Dean. He would never admit it because he's too stubborn but he'd kill for the apple pie life you're hoping to achieve." I reassure Sam, he looks at me smiling sadly.

"You do too Y/N." He says softly. I take my hand off his shoulder shaking my head. "I don't want that. I'm where I need to be" I assure him and Sam chuckles shaking his head. "You're just as stubborn girly" He teases me and I lightly punch his shoulder. "Shut up dipshit" I say laughing.

"Never, crackhead" He laughs punching my shoulder back. God I missed my best friend. "I gotta say though" I say, a smirking taking over my face. "Jess is quite a foxy lady" I compliment his girlfriend and he smiles proudly.

"I'll never get what she sees in you" I added causing his smile to drop and me to laugh. "You're dead to me" he said flatly and I laugh louder. "I love you too Sammy" I pat his shoulder. I go to sit back down but my phone rings.

Metallica blurring from the ringtone of my phone. Sam gives me a "really?" look and I just roll my eyes taking my phone out of my pocket. It's Dean. "That's some speedy delivery. You're in for a great tip." I tease him over the phone but he doesn't respond with his usual banter.

"Guys. Five - 0. Take off." Dean says quickly. Me and Sam stand up now panicking on the low. "What about you?" Sam asks his brother concerned. "Ah, they kind of spotted me. Go find dad" Dean says and abruptly hangs up. Son of a bitch.

Me and Sam tiptoe over to the curtain by the front door. Pulling it open slightly we see a deputy walking towards it and Jaffe, the deputy from the bridge, questioning Dean. We hurry to the window I was smoking by and we open it up, grabbing our stuff we shimmy out fatasses out of the window and make a break for Baby.

We decided to go to Joseph Welch's house, husband of Constance Welch, the Woman in White, and question him. I settled for leaving Quinn at the motel as much as it broke my heart. The cops would've heard her if I started her.

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I knock on Mr. Welch's door. Within a couple seconds he opens it. He takes a second glance at me before looking at Sam. "Hi, are you Joseph Welch?" I ask nicely. "Yeah" he confirms, eyeing me up and down.

We're now walking through his yard and Sam shows him a photo of him, John and Dean from the 80s, asking Mr. Welch if he had come by at anytime. "Yeah. He was older but that's him" Mr. Welch confirms that John was here. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter" he said.

"That's right. We're working a story together" Sam lies to keep our cover. "Well I don't know what the hell know of story you're working on. The questions he asked me..." Mr. Welch trailed off and I injected "About your late wife, Constance"

"He asked me where she was buried" He said. "And where was that again?" Sam asks and I mentally facepalm. Real smooth Sammy. Real smooth. "What? I gotta go through this twice" Mr. Welch said slightly agitated. "It's just fact checking sir, if you don't mind." I say calmly, he eyes me up and down again before nodding. Sam notices this too.

"In a plot, behind my old place over on Breckenridge." He tells us where she's buried. "Why did you move?" Sam asks. "I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died" Mr. Welch stated obviously. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" I ask him.

"No way, Constance. She was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I've ever known" He assures us as if he's trying to convince us and himself. "So you had a happy marriage?" Sam asks and Welch hesitates for a second before saying "Definitely" he says.

Sam and I share a look before he takes a deep breath. "Well that should do it sir. Thank for your time" I say we pretend to walk off. Sam takes out the keys to baby and I look at him with a "I'm gonna do it" look. He nods and I call out for Mr. Welch.

"Mr. Welch, you ever heard of a woman in white?" Welch turns around confused. "A what?" He asks. "A woman in white. Or sometimes a weeping woman" Sam repeats my words, explaining it further. "It's a ghost story. Well..." I start to explain and I chuckle. "It's more of a phenomenon, really" We start walking back towards Mr. Welch.

"They're spirits. They've been sighting for hundreds of years. Dozens of places" I say, looking over to Sam to continue. "In Hawaii, in Mexico. Lately in Arizona, Indiana." As he lists the places I hold up my fingers, counting them. "All these are different women you understand but all share the same story". Sam says

"Kids, I don't care much for nonsense" Mr. Welch says now aggravated, turning to walk off but I stop him. "See when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them. And these women basically suffering from temporary insanity murdered their children. Then once they realized what they had done. They took their own lives" I explain and Sam takes over.

"So now their spirits are cursed. Walking backroads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man. They kill him. And that man is never seen again" Sam further digs. "You think.....You think that has something to do with....Constance. You smartasses!" Mr. Welch, now horrified at the possibility, breathes heavily.

"You tell me. You hesitantly claimed you had happy marriage but by the way you were checking out my friend here... I'd beg to differ" Sam says, his gaze soft. Ohhh that's cold. "I mean, maybe, maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance, she never would've killed her own children. Now you two get the hell outta here! And you don't come back!" Mr. Welch shuns us angrily, shaking trying to hold back tears.

"Jesus Sam, that was a bit cold" I say as we walk back to the car. Sam sighs opening baby and jumping in, opening the passenger side from inside for me. "One man was unfaithful and now people are dying. I'm not saying they're saints but it's messed up" He says putting the car in reverse driving off.

I sigh, "That's the job for ya, hey, gimme your phone" without hesitation he gives me his phone "Sure, what for?" He asks while in dialing. "You'll see" I smirk putting the phone to my ear. I take my gun out from my waist, rolling down the window and aiming it out the window to the sky.

"Y/N what're you doing?" Sam questions now worried. I shush him with a finger to my lips. "911 what's your emergency?" The lady operator says on the line. I let out a fake scream and Sam now realizes what I'm doing, holding back his laughter.

"Help!! Please!! My husband and the neighbor are f- " I pull the trigger before I could finish the sentence. A ear piercing scream leaves my throat "HE HAS A GUN PLEASE!! HELP US!" Sam is biting his fist from laughing. "The blood!! Oh the blood! HONEY!!" I quickly give the operator address on the other side of where we are and hang up handing it back to Sam who is hysterical.

"You..really are ...a crackhead.." He says in-between laughs and I chuckle. "Whatever dipshit" I retort. Within a couple minutes my phone rings. I answer putting it on speaker. "Fake 911 phone call, princess. I don't know. That's pretty illegal. Aren't you a bad girl?" Dean teases me from over the phone.

I scoff rolling my eyes as Sam chuckles, grimacing at the last part of Deans sentence. "You're welcome, charming" I chuckle. "Listens guys we gotta talk" Dean starts to say but Sam interrupts. "Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a Woman in White. And she's buried behind her old house so that should be our next stop."

Dean cuts Sam off "Sammy would you shut up for a second?" Dean tries to interject but Sam continues "We just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet" Sam rambles. "Well that's what I'm trying to tell you two. He's gone. Dad left Jericho" Dean says.

"What? How do you know?" I say surprising, my mouth agape. "I've got his journal" Dean says. My jaw falls further, practically on the floorboard of Baby. "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing" Sam says. "Yeah, well, he did this time" Dean says. "What's it say?" I ask. "Same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going" Dean explains what's written.

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam confirms. "Dean, what the hell is going on?" I question now confused and irritated by the vague messages John's leaving. Suddenly Sam hits the brakes of the car and my phone slips out of my hand. I catch a glimpse of the Woman in White infront of the car before he hurls straight through her.

"Sam! Y/N!?" I hear Dean yell for us from the phone that's now on the floorboard. Me and Sam try catching our breath. "Take me home" is all we hear, the woman in white appears in the back of the Impala. Looking at Sam. We don't answer and she says again, more irritated this time.

"Take.Me.Home" I can see her ghost flicker, I reach into my boots to grab to iron knuckle cuffs, gripping it in my hand "No" He says sternly, holding his ground. The doors of the car lock automatically, trapping us in. We try opening our sides but it's stuck. The Impala is now driving itself to Constance's old house where she killed her kids. Me and Sam still trying for the doors.

"GODDAMIT!!" I yell in frustration, punching the window with my iron knuckle cuff but it barely cracks. We pull up to her house, against our will, and baby shuts off. "Don't do this" I plead with her but she doesn't seem interested in me, expected. "I can never go home" She says in a somber voice, her ghost flickering.

"You're scared to go home" Sam says and it clicks. She's scared to face her kids. In a split second, she was in the middle of me and Sam. A force throws me to the backseat, pinning me down and she jumps on top of Sam, straddling him. "Get off of him you bitch!" I scream at her. "Hold me, I'm so cold" she breathes out needy.

I cringe at this and break out of her hold. I reach over and punch her with the iron knuckle cuff ring. She disapparates, but not for long. "You okay Sammy??" I reach over to help him, before he could answer. She appears back on his lap. Backing handing to the back seat. The knuckle cuffs fly out my hand and onto the floor in the back seat.

"You can't kill me, I'm not unfaithful I've never been" Sam argues, groaning in pain as she passes her hand along his skin. "You will be" she says before kissing him. "YOU SICK BITCH!" I try to get out of her hold but the force is too strong.

Sam struggles to turn the keys in the ignition. She disappears for a quick seconds and we both look around. Sam starts screaming in pain "SAM!!!" I yell, feeling powerless that I can't do more, I see the knuckle cuffs at the corner of my eye, I try reaching for it but it's too far.

She appears back on him, her face now decayed. Her fingers digging into Sam's chest. "NO!!" My voice is pained, still attempting to reach the cuffs. I finally get a hold of the cuffs, gunshots ringing through the driver seat window. I see Dean outside of the Impala shooting Constance.

"My hero" I grumble sarcastically to myself at the fact that Dean is shooting a ghost. I throw the iron cuffs at her again, this time seems to work a little better. Sam gets up and starts the car. "Take her home Sammy" I say and Sam nods curtly. Driving Baby head first into Constance's house to face her kids.

"Sam! Y/N!" Dean yells but the impact from the crash, throws me over into the front seat. How? Don't ask me. "Guys!?" Dean yells for us. "Here!" I yell back to catch his attention. "You two okay? Can you move?" He asks, moving a piece of wood from infront the window. "Yeah, help us" Sam says groaning in pain.

I feel a bump starting to form on my head. Dean pulls me out from the passenger side and I lean on the side of his car. Next taking Sam out. "There you go" He says holding Sam up and checking on me, I give him a thumbs up and we see Constance infront of us, holding an old picture of herself.

Her eyes flicker up to us angrily, she tosses the picture aside and a chest of drawers come hurling towards us, pinning us again the wall by our mid regions. We groan trying to push it off but it wouldn't budge. The lights in the house start flickering and we all look around.

The stairs starts leaking water, assuming that's foreshadowing the water she used to drown her kids. The boys and I look up the starts to see the shadow of two kids holding hands. "You've come home to us, Mommy." They say in unison, reminding me of when the boys speak in perfect unison.

Shit gave me the heebie jeebies.

They appear behind a terrified Constance and they start hugging. Constance is a screaming mess, her spirit flickering from decayed to her normal self. She and the kids spirit diminish, melting to the ground where the water from upstairs is leaking. That has got to be where she drowned them.

Once her spirit is gone, the boys and I look at each other. Grunting from the pain, we push the chest of drawer over with an ease compared to earlier. We walk towards the puddle of water. "So this is where she drowned her kids" Dean states the obvious. "Thats why she could never go home" I say and Sam nods. "She was too scared to face them" Sam confirms.

"You guys found her weak spot. Nice work kids" Dean pats Sam on his chest and me on my head and we laugh in pain. "Yeah I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam mocks his brother and I laugh rubbing my head. "Hey. Saved your asses" Dean defends, pointing at us.

"No smartass, it was my ironcuffs" I snort holding it up to show him, joining in on making fun of Dean. "Whatever" Dean grumbles. He puts his hands to his knees bending down. "I'll tell you another thing. If you guys screwed up my car....I'll kill ya both " He threatens me and Sam and I snicker.

"Yeah, be sure to burn my body. Before you shoot my ghost when I haunt ya" I quipped, Dean glares at me and Sam laughs and we high-five.

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Third Person POV

Sam and Dean are driving down the empty road. Y/N on her bike side by side to the Impala. Dean glances at her, admiring her physique. He admires her a lot, the way she handles herself on hunts. She did a hell of a job today. Growing up together he watched her go from a timid shy girl to a confident badass woman.

He holds her in high regard, never backing down from a fight. Her smartass mouth keeps him on edge, she always finds a way to keep him in his toes. Sure he dropped his flirty comments here and there and so did she. But Dean would never do anything to mess their friendship up.

He cherishes their friendship too much to allow himself to let his little crush ruin that. Even if he doesn't accept his feelings for her. Growing up together he protected her the way he did for Sam.

Feeling a sense of responsibility for her. He missed her this past year. He doesn't regret calling her to come on the search for their father, he feels bad never called before even though he wanted to.

She wanted her space to grow and he respected that, unlike her father.

Sam is talking Deans ear off about some place their dad should be after analyzing the coordinates he left in the journal for them. He realizes his brother isn't paying attention to him, looking over to see Dean staring at Y/N riding next to the Impala.

He smirks at this, knowing his brother has had a bit of a crush on Y/N for a couple years now. Y/N has liked Dean basically her whole life but would never admit it to Sam. To protect their friendship but he doesn't mind. They're good for each other. Too damn stubborn to admit it though.

"You're still crushing on her" Sam teases his brother, this sentence snaps Dean out of his daydreaming and his head spins to his younger brother. "The hell are you talking about? I do not have a crush on Y/N dude. She's like my little sister" Dean scoffs denying the fact.

Sam chuckles shaking his head. Stubborn ass.

"Yeah, sure" Sam says ironically, changing the subject, he tells Dean that their Dad went to Blackwater Ridge Colorado.

"How far?" Dean asks. "About 600 miles" Sam tells him, flashing the light on the map. "If we shag ass we could make it by morning" Dean says looking at Sam and back to Y/N next to baby.

Sam looks at his brother awkwardly. "Dean, um...." Dean turns away disappointed, staring at the road. "You're not going" He says turning back to Sam. "The interview is in like 10 hours. I gotta be there" Sam tries to reason with his brother.

Dean nods sadly, "Yeah. Yeah whatever. I'll take to home." He says and Sam turns the light off. Dean makes a turn to lead onto the highway.

Outside, Y/N notices this turn and follows them, she assumes they're dropping Sam back to Stanford. It saddens her to know she might not see her greatest friend for a long time but she knows it's for the best. It's what he deserves.

They arrive in front of Sam's apartment. Y/N parks her bike infront on the Impala and turns her engine off. She takes off her helmet and hops off her bike at the same time Sam is getting out of Deans car.

Taking her time to walk towards the brothers she hears Sam say, while he's leaning down to face Dean in the window after he closes the passenger door. "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam half promises. "Yeah all right" Dean nods, not convinced and Sam taps the door twice.

Dean starts his engine while Sam turns to Y/N. "Sam? Y/N?" He calls out for his brother and best friend. They turn to him. "You know we made a hell of a team back there." Y/N nods sadly "Yeah" he responds. Turning back to Y/N, he smiles at his longest friend sadly.

"Don't give me that look boy, you better lawyer it up when I call your ass from jail to bail me out" Y/N attempts to ease the situation by joking. Sam chuckles and pulls her into a hug. Wrapping his arms around her shoulder, she wraps hers around his waist.

Quickly wiping the tear that's been threatening to fall from her eyes so they don't see. He ruffles her hair for what he thinks is the last time and says "Hang in there kid". She scoffs lightly punching his shoulder.

"You're only a couple months older, now go before I kick your ass" she pretends to chase him while he walks to his apartment. Y/N sighs sadly, turning to the Impala and jumping in the passenger seat. She sees Dean isn't facing her, his eyes on the driver side window and that could only mean one thing.

Placing her hand on his shoulder she says, "He'll be okay Dean". He turns to her, his face stained in a couple tears. Her heart breaks seeing this "Come here" she ushers him to hug her, he leans into her chest. Allowing a couple more tears to fall from his eyes to her chest.

She comforts him as he always did her, reassuring him that Sam will be alright. That his little brother loves him. That she will always be there for him. Stroking his hair, she feels butterflies fill her stomach now realizing their position. She tells herself now is not the time or place.

Ignoring it but she can't help but feel something is wrong. Like if something is going to happen. It's been bugging her all day. Dean starts chuckling a little at her words earlier to Sam.

"Don't give me that look boy, you better lawyer it up when I call your ass from jail to bail me out"

Even in a time like this, Y/N is the only person who could put a smile on his face. "What're you laughing at" Y/N asks, chuckling with him, confused how he went from crying to laughing. Before he could tell her, they hear Sam scream "NO!!" Pain in his voice.

They snap out of it, bolting out of Deans car. They kick the door down to Sam's apartment. A blast of heat gushes out through the door "Sam!" Dean yells for his brother. Y/N smells smoke.

'Oh no. This is it. This is the bad thing that was going to happen'. Y/N thinks to herself. "JESS!!" Sam screams in agony, Dean and Y/N rush to Sam's room.

Upon running in they see Jess pinned to the ceiling, engulfed in flames. No fucking way.

"Sam! Sam!" Y/N and Dean yell. "NO!! NO!!" Sam screams still on the bed, blocking himself from the flames.

"We gotta get out of here!" Dean screams, he and y/n pull Sam off the bed. Hauling him out of the room. "JESS!! JESS!! NO!!" Sam screams in shock. They make it out of the apartment in time before the blast takes over the whole building.

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Hours have passed since Jess' death. Dean is looking at the burning building being sprayed by the firefighters. His mind flashing back to that unfaithful night when his mother was killed. His heart grieves for Sam knowing that pain is now twice as hard on his little brother, who he fought so hard to protect.

Sam spent the first hour crying into Dean and Y/N's arms. Currently at the trunk of the Impala, he's loading his rifle, a grim look on his face while tears still fall from his eyes.

Y/N's heart pains seeing her best friend like this. Leaning against Baby's boot, taking a drag from her cigarette in this stressful time. A habit she picked up from her father. Sam ushers her to pass it. She looks at him surprised. "You sure?" he just nods curtly.

He hands Y/N the rifle, as Dean approaches them, so she can finish loading it. Passing the almost burnt out bud to him, Sam takes a few pulls, letting the smoke out. Before finishing it, flicking it to the ground and crushing it with his boot.

Turning to face his elder brother. Y/N throws the gun into the trunk. "We've got work to do fellas" She says grimly and Sam shuts the trunk.

Authors Note

So this chapter was supposed to be uploaded since last night but right after I finished proofreading and editing. My dumbass accidentally deleted the entire chapter!

The tears that were shed. Holy Fuckk. That's a pain I never wanna go through again. And I've watched all 15 seasons of Supernatural😂

Anyways. I hope whoever is reading that enjoyed the first episode. I'll try my best to finish the next one by Thursday for the latest. I'm planning to do a lot with Y/N's character. I'm trying to avoid leaving plot holes but I'm kinda new to consistent writing so bare with me.

Update

I forgot to add in the fact that Sam and Deans mom grew up with Y/N's parents. I added into the prologue. Please forgive my lack of planning. Xoxo

[ladydostoevsky]

𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍

male!reader

TW: J*n W*, abuse, spoilers to the 5th novel? and Jun Wu backstory, DARK CONTENT

Jun Wu or now known, Bai Wuxiang, could see the rebellious fire in his eyes. Y/N or now known, Bai Wu, glared at him, his eyes full of betrayal, hurt, sadness and anger. "I trusted you. You were my third father after my real father and Mei Nianqing. I followed you, I wanted to be like you. Now I know that you were the one who tortured us and made me and Xie Lian suffer for years. You are worse than a monster."

Tears started to flow one by one from his eyes making his cheeks pink. Jun Wu tried to touch his face for which Y/N dotched away a little. With a shaking voice he said, "Don't you ever, try to touch me again." Jun Wu looked at him with a natural face like the situation didn't bother him at all. "I see myself in you. You are the perfect image of me, I wanted to make you even more perfect ruler." Y/N, through his tears, looked at him with disgust. He moved closer to Jun Wu to look him dead in the eye. "I'm not you. I will never be you. And I don't want to be you, Bai Wuxiang. Do you know what's the difference between us? My body may be in abyss, but my heart will always remain in paradise."

Jun Wu, with anger grabbed his wrist and yanked him against his front with force. "Do you know what happened to Xianle 800 years ago when he said that to me?" he said with a low voice. "I would rather suffer in the mortal realm with Xie Lian for 800 years, than be with you in Heaven." Y/N said with confident voice.

Next thing he knew was the aching pain on his left cheek. His wrist was painful and Red from the Emperor's iron crip and now he had slapped him. Jun Wu shook him with anger, "You dare to rebel against me? I am your ancestor. I have guided and helped you for hundreds of years. I wanted to make you the most powerful being in all three realms. This is what I get in return? I knew these two boys would be a bad influence on you." Jun Wu stopped shaking and let go. He reached for Y/N hair to rip out the beautiful glass butterfly clip, which Hua Cheng Gifted to him. Y/N looked in horror at how he threw the clip against a wall and shattered into pieces. More tears started to flow down his cheeks and he ran to the broken gift on the floor. "NO!" Jun Wu followed him behind.

"NO! no no no no no." He took the pieces and looked at them. It couldn’t be fixed. Hua Cheng had Gifted it to him when they were in the Ghost City with Xie Lian. It was his handy work. It could never be replaced. Y/N turned his head and looked up. Before he could do anything Jun Wu had him already in a tight grip again and lifted him up to drag him away. "Let me go! LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!" Jun Wu said nothing and only dragged the shaking and tossing Boy farther away into his palace.

They came to a stop in front of a beautiful tall double doors with many locks. 'What's this room for?' though Y/N. Jun Wu opened it and threw him inside, on the floor. The Boy looked at the man standing at the door. "What do you plan to do?" he asked with a scared and shaky voice. Jun Wu smirked darkly. "I'm gonna make sure that they will never see you again. You are gonna be my successor, I'm gonna make you one. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian will never even dream about touching you again."

After that, Jun Wu closed the door. Y/N could hear many locks which means he was now locked up in the Emperor's palace. He ran to the door and banged with all his might to get Jun Wu's attention to let him out, nothing. "Your majesty, please! Please let me out! Uncle! Uncle I beg you, don't do anything to them!" He cried all his frustration and stress out against the door. Thinking about what is gonna happen with his two lovers now? What in the heavens was he gonna do?

He was scared. He was afraid of Jun Wu, afraid of their future. Now he could only pray and hope that Xie Lian and Hua Cheng wouldn’t come to save him.

Oh how wrong he was...

[jinxedwood]

List your nine most favourite books

Tagged by @arenee1999

Listen, there are books I think are good, and books I like, and sometimes that list doesn't overlap. This was a tough list to compile and I reserve the right to disavow it at a later date!

All Systems Red by Martha Wells. This is a novella and the first of the Murderbot series. It’s an action story about a sentient robot that has broken free of its programming and has developed free will. This is a recent read and I loved every moment of it and it was so awesome to find a series and go ’wait…there are four more books already published? Its my Birthday!’

A Player of Games by Iain M Banks.This was the first of the Contact books I read, and while there are more sophisticated books from this series, this book deftly introduces the Culture  and its universe and ethics while still giving you a gut punch to the stomach. It also gives you a surprisingly modern take on gender and identity considering it was written over thirty years ago. 

Orlando, by Virginia Woolf. A story about a nobleman born in England during the reign of Elizabeth I, who  wakes up a woman one morning and then goes on to live for another 300 hundred years - although others are too polite to mention this. I fell in love with this book as a teenager and that hasn’t changed. 

Witches Abroad, by Terry Pratchett. This is the 12th Discworld book and the 3rd of the Witches books, but it also happened to be my first introduction to Granny Weatherwax and I will love her always and forever. 

The Robber Bride, by Margaret Atwood. Listen, I know the Handmaid’s Tale is awesome, but she has written a whole ton of other books in a ton of different genres that are also awesome. This book is about friendship and betrayal (and that one crazy fucker who meandered around your friendship circle when you were in your twenties and left carnage in their wake)

The Assassin's Apprentice (First of the Farseer Trilogy) by Robin Hobb  Epic Quest Fantasy, except the primary character is not who you’d think he’d be. Loved this series from the beginning to the end.

The Rivers of London, By Ben Aaronovitch. First of an Urban Fantasy series in which Peter Grant is a beat cop with the London Met, who has an encounter with the supernatural and suddenly gets seconded to the in ‘The Folly’, the officially unofficial branch of the London police that deals with the freaky side of things. Also, he’s now a Sorcerer's apprentice.

This is such a beautifully crafted world and the characters are perfectly rendered. If you haven’t read this series, you’re missing out. 

And two old faves that probably wouldn’t pass the smell test nowadays.

The Many Coloured Land (form the Saga of the Exiles Series), by Julian May.

 Listen, the 21st century is a rough place for a lot of humans. First the Aliens came, and then all those super powered humans came out of the woodwork and your average Joe just wanted to go back to a simpler world - so that handy time gate back to the Pliocene Era will come in dead handy, am I right? A new virgin world that's just a younger version of the present, and it will be all theirs and only theirs.

Except for the Fae, who already live there and are in charge, and all of you would-be frontiersmen are now their serfs and slaves. Good times.

I don't know what this writer was smoking when she dreamed up this series but it must have been some serious shit (and I still love these crazy books) 

The Chrysalids, by John Wyndham. You know this writer, you really do. This is the Guy who wrote Day of the Triffids and the Midwich Cuckoos. Like most British Sci Fi writers from this era, he leans more into the eerie and creepy rather than epic and operatic. I came across this book in my School Library (back in the OLDEN TIMES) It’s a post apocalyptic future that we assume happens after a nuclear winter.

This was written in the 1950s but gives a good stab at describing what this kind of world would look like, warts and all and it's one of those stories that kind of stuck with me through the years so I thought it might deserve a spot on this list. 

And because it's Wyndham, there are telepaths.  

Tagging in a non compulsory sort of way: @cbk1000, @hellsbellschime, @yamimana-ramblings, @pers-books, @lilbreck @randomkiwibirds @galvanizedfriend @garglyswoof @manicpixiesdreamdragon

[ameagrice]

Capsize

chapter thirteen | the lotus casino

percy jackson x fem reader

Clothes irritating the skin under your arms, your shoes sopping wet, you walked back the way you came, looking like a drowned rat. Upon reaching the car park of the diner, you saw a tall man leaning against his Harley. Ares.

You practically saw red.

The man smirked and clapped sarcastically as you approached. “Well, well. You didn’t get yourself killed.”

Stepping forward, Percy spat, “You knew it was a trap.”

Ares gave a wicked grin. “Bet that old blacksmith was surprised when he netted a couple of stupid kids. You looked good on tv.”

Percy thrust his shield to him. “You’re a jerk.”

Annabeth and Grover caught their breath. You glared, humiliated.

Ares grabbed the shield as if it were a piece of paper, spinning it easy as anything. It changed form, into a bulletproof vest that he slung across his back.

“See that truck over there?” He pointed to a long-haul truck. The letters spelt out ‘Kindness International: Humane Zoo Transport: WARNING WILD ANIMALS’ . “That’s your ride.”

“You’re kidding,” said Percy.

Ares snapped his fingers and the latch on the back doors unlocked. “Free ride west, punk. Stop complaining. And here’s a little something for doing the job.”

That perked your interest. Ares tugged the strap of a blue nylon bag from the handlebars of his bike and chucked it over to Percy. At his side, you watched as he pulled the drawstring top and dug around. Inside were clothes, twenty dollars, a bag of drachmas, and and Oreos. And, at the bottom, a circular bottle containing a baby-blue glinting liquid, and a pure gold cap. You held it like it was a newborn baby.

“Hey, I don’t think—” Annabeth started.

“This is the perfume I was talking about, isn’t it?” You interrupted, turning it carefully in your hands.

“It is indeed. She says it’ll come in handy.”

“So she’s just doing it for entertainment?” You voiced.

Percy shuffled awkwardly. “What are you talking about?”

“We should go, right?” You looked up finally, into Percy’s eyes. He furrowed his brows, but nodded slowly.

Grover’s timid voice came next. “Thank you, Lord Ares. Let’s get going, guys.”

You turned to leave, to start walking, but was pulled back by a hand on the strap of your backpack. Percy.

“Hang on. You owe me one more thing. You promised me information about my mother.”

“You sure you can handle the news?” His thick-soled boot hit the stand on his bike. “She’s not dead.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she was taken before the Minotaur could kill her. There was a shimmer, right? Gold colour? That’s metamorphosis. Not death. She’s being kept.”

“Kept? Why?”

Looking between Ares and your friend, you watched the former’s growing smug expression, and the latter’s heartbroken one, waiting in anticipation.

Ares shrugged his shoulders, grinning like he had a secret to withhold. “Leverage?”

-

Despite the bad smell, and the fear chewing at your stomach of the lion by your side, you found that sleep took over you quickly. You had an awful dream, where you felt your stomach drop and your body become weightless. All was dark, and your heart thrummed in your chest like it knew something you didn’t. 

“Time to go.”

“Are you alive? Oh my God, guys, she won’t wake up.”

“Give her a shove, she’s a deep sleeper.”

You blinked one eye open, looking up at Grover’s too close and panicked face. “Get away from me right now.”

“Come on already!” Annabeth snapped. “They’re coming!”

You scrambled to sit up as Percy pulled on your arm desperately. You tried to blink the sleepiness from your heavy eyes. “Who’s coming?”

Banging on the side of the trailer jolted your senses to wake up. “What do you want, Eddie?”

“Maurice?! What’d ya say?”

“What are you banging for?”

Despite your tough exterior, you panicked. “This is it!” You fretted, “we’re done for! They’ll send us to jail for life?”

“Nah,” Percy shook his head and exhaled. “Not life, just a few years probably.”

You almost screamed as Annabeth literally popped up in thin air. As if this was normal, she said, “This transport business can’t be legal.”

You flicked your eyes around the trailer, at the zebra in the corner chewing on bars. “You don’t say.”

“The lion says these guys are animal smugglers! We’ve gotta free them!”

And, without another word, Percy raised his sword in the air and brought it down on the latch of the cage. Instantly the zebra ran, barging through the loosely open doors and over the head of one of the guys in uniform. It took off down the street, over cars like something from the ballet, and the two guys in uniform took off after it. A cop car sounded and pulled up on a curb before its inhabitants began to run after them. 

“We gotta go,” you urged, looking out at the crowd of slowing vehicles. 

“Free the animals first,” Grover instructed firmly, and despite you beginning to walk towards the exit, the sound of Percy bringing his sword down on chains didn’t let up. An antelope galloped on by you and off through the street. The sunlight you stepped out into hit you with warmer air, easily into the hundreds. 

It was going to be a long day, and you knew it. 

With Annabeth and Percy leading the way, you walked what felt like miles. Your watch told you it had only been thirty minutes. You passed the Monte Carlo and your nose scrunched; a pyramid caught your eye and you wondered. It wasn’t a very boring trip perse, but it definitely tested your feelings. Worn out and too damn hot; you prayed in your mind to whoever would offer help to do so already and save your sorry self from this form of torture. 

And then...

“What about this place?” You slowed to a stop, looking up at the entrance and the gleaming neon lights:

THE LOTUS CASINO

Instantly, the others stopped too a few steps away from you. The entrance was a huge neon flower, with petals bright pink and lit up. Nobody was going in or out, but the glittering, reflective doors were pulling you in, and before you knew it, you’d already made it nearly to the doorman, Percy calling behind you to wait for him. Your heart leapt with childish love; any attention from Percy was good attention, and maybe this was how you could redeem yourself in their eyes. Up close, the building almost seemed to smell of something pretty, sweet. 

“Hey kids, you look tired. You want to come in and sit down?”

“Depends on what’s in there,” you folded your arms across your chest. The sound of the others getting closer almost pulled you away from the desire burning in your chest. This place looked and smelled amazing. And you were going in there no matter what your friends said.

“Refreshments, an all-you-can-eat buffet, arcades and rides. Trust me, you’ll never want to leave.”

You turned on the spot and clasped your hands together, beaming excitedly at Percy. “I don’t see why not.”

He looked a little sceptical, but he sighed. “I mean, it’s the closest we’ll get to relaxing for a few minutes, right?”

“I don’t know about you guys, but those doors are shi—ny.” Grover sighed.

You turned again and began to walk forward, sharing a smile and a nod to the doorman. “You, sir, are a legend.”

Hands on the doors, you gave a hard shove. They opened with a flurry of fresh air and that sweet smell, and the sound of rollercoasters on tracks, the sound of air hockey, and a lot of laughter. The whole room, as the doors shut behind you, was bathed in neon lights of pinks, oranges and blues, with video games and interactive ones lit up flashing and playing music. The place was massive, with a ceiling so tall you had to lean your head back to see it completely. To your left was a glass elevator, big enough to fit at least twenty or so people, and it went up as you watched. An indoor water slide snaked around the room. 

“Hey!” A man in a brightly coloured Hawaiian shirt appeared, smiling. “Welcome to the Lotus Casino! Here are your room keys. There’s a single on the blue card and a double and single on the green. Take your pick, kids.”

Percy spoke first. “Um, but...”

“No, no,” he said, laughing. “The bill’s taken care of! No extra charges or tips. Just go on up to the top floor, rooms 4008 and 4001. If you need anything just call the front desk. Here are your LotusCash cards. They work in restaurants and on all the games and rides.”

Your head was starting to feel a little fuzzy, but you took the green card anyway. Hungry and with your sights set on that waterslide, you started to walk off from the others in search of these restaurants the guy spoke of. Pure happiness, that’s what this palace was made of. 

Before you knew it, you’d lost your friends, and you were sitting in what looked like an expensive food place with neon, light up signs on the walls shouting things like ‘yeah, dude!’ and ‘can’t beat the music!’. Ironically, music played in the background, some kind of upbeat lofi music. You ordered a triple cheeseburger and fries with a strawberry shake, and after that, chocolate fudge cake and ice cream. And then you took to wandering the place. After a good few minutes on a Pac Man game, a round of clay pigeon shooting, go-karting with some random boy named Jonathan wearing a waistcoat, and five go’s of the water slide (which didn’t take that long to queue for, you felt), you decided to make your way up to your room and check it out.

The elevator was packed, with a guy in uniform manning it. You didn’t really see the point, but as two kids at the back argued and shoved one another into the sides, you sort of got the gist. Finally you reached the top floor, and didn’t have to walk far as your room was the very first on the left. The floor was quiet considering how busy the place was, but maybe, you thought, everyone must have been downstairs still. After all it was still early in the day, right?

So why did you feel so drowsy all of a sudden?

You slid the keycard along the scanner and the door clicked open.

Inside was your own personal heaven.

“Ohh, what a beauty,” you muttered to yourself, giving the door a good kick behind you until it clicked shut and the scanner beeped locked. Before you was a huge flat-screen tv, a mini fridge under a desk, a double bed with thick, fluffy white pillows and covers, and to your left a brightly-lit bathroom with both a tub and a walk-in shower. Outside the window you faced when you walked in, the sky was pink, and you briefly wondered for a moment how it could be the colour of morning when morning had already been. You threw your bag down on the floor by the door and sauntered to the curtains, pulling them shut. The wardrobe at the end of the bed was sleek and shiny and white, and upon opening it you found three different fluffy bathrobes and slippers, complimentary pyjamas, and a dozen bottles of shampoo and conditioner and soap.

Tv on in the background, clothes strewn everywhere, you took the best shower of your life. With four different settings (you settled for tropical waterfall) and vanilla shampoo and conditioner, you felt like a new woman stepping out and into the thickest towel you’d ever touched.

You weren’t shocked to fall asleep soon after with the room service number scrawled on a crumpled piece of paper in your hand.

No dreams. You really thought you had gone to Heaven.

Waking up was peaceful. Somewhere on the landing somebody laughed loudly and another person hushed them, but you ignored it as best you could. The tv had turned off automatically, which made you try to think of how long you’d spent sleeping.

It took a long time to persuade yourself to actually get up, but it happened. Eventually. You dug out a denim skirt you’d stolen from Cora and a turtleneck and tights, ordered breakfast with room service, and start to head back downstairs.

Out on the landing, hand behind you pulling close your room door, you stood still for a second. Weren’t…your friends on this floor, too? And if they were, where the hell were they? And come to think of it, you hadn’t seen them in maybe an hour or two. You should definitely go find them.

Footsteps loud in the otherwise quiet corridor, you looked left and right at the gold numbers on the doors. Far down on the right-hand side, sat room 4008. You planted your feet in front of it and raised your hand to knock firmly, listening carefully. No sounds came from inside, so after knocking again—harder this time—and waiting a few more seconds, you sighed. Downstairs you went.

In the elevator, a woman excitedly told you in a western accent all about how her wedding was tomorrow. She wore the strangest looking bell bottom jeans you’d ever seen—seriously, the pattern was hideous, you thought, and she needed to buy a fashion magazine. Still you congratulated her, watching the room come into view, neon flashing lights and rollercoasters whizzing by.

It didn’t take long to get back into the groove of things. Game after game, food, more food, a rollercoaster that tipped you upside down fourteen times, and some more food to settle your stomach.

You stood up, straightening your skirt, and left the restaurant. The place was booming now, even busier than a few hours ago, and you practically had to shove your way through people to get to the shooting game you’d been dying to get to again.

Near the entrance now, you were ready to beat some kid up if he didn’t get off the gun you wanted—it was your turn after all. The doors you remembered walking in through flung open as some tall guy in a white suit and a woman in a purple dress—very modern and sleek—sauntered in, looking around in wonder. Rain dripped from the woman’s hair.

You couldn’t look away from the doors. How was it thundering? You could have sworn it had been bright sunshine all day. Just this morning you’d been sweating walking here, skin warm and beginning to tan. And now the world was trying to tell you it had done a 360° in just a couple hours?

You let the boy take the gun from your hands, you practically gave it away. Another guy carrying a backpack and headphones around his neck came in next, pushing the door open wider than the couple before him. Bright sunshine.

A chill settled over you, you made eye contact with the doorman, and he looked away as the door slowly closed again. Something wasn’t…

“Hey!” You yelled, tripping over. “Watch it moron!” You lifted your head and scowled. The blond boy in front of you laughed wickedly and ran off, much older than you.

Suddenly you remembered what you came over here for.

“Give me that, stealer!”

And the game began again.

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Thoughts are appreciated for this one! I wasn’t sure where to go with it with work and motivation and ideas for a few months butttttt here it is, and the next one is already planned.

For the lofi music mentioned, think Gucci Louis Rapbeat 2.

[sonia-kate]

Theory: Shugoddom lineage is all clones

Not sure if I posted that already, but whatever, we got some new info to put in here anyway

Ok, so thanks to Kyoryuger crossover we got it confirmed that people of Chikyuu came there from Earth (which was also speculated by many people but now we have it rock-solid)

Now, this also confirms that people of that era had the technology advanced enough for space colonization. We know that at least Caucasus Kabuto Castle was built back on Earth but most likely so did King-Ohger Zero, given that it is a prototype for King-Ohger, as well as it having a matching colour pattern, plus both can only be operated by Hastie blood

Ah, yes, the Hastie blood. Given that Reiniol Hastie became one of the first kings and, de facto, the most important one, combining it with his exclusivity of using the mecha, he was most likely the captain of the ship and was in charge of the whole project. The DNA lock most likely served as a security measure, so only the captain would be able to control such a crucial element of the expedition

But how come, that over 2000 years, those precious genes didn't dilute and Racules is still able to use OhgerCalibur Zero? Hell, how come Gira could bypass the DNA lock calibrated to Racules? Sure, they are brothers, but there's still a very high possibility that they could have inherited different genes from their parents. On top of that, there are those suspicious red markings, that both Gira and Racules have, as well as Reiniol himself

How to make sure that next generation of Hasties maintains a genome that would allow them to still use ZERO and Caucasus Kabuto? That's right - cloning! But I don't think it would be straight up cloning. All the Hastie family members differ in their appearance and one could say that they couldn't use one the same actor for all those roles for obvious reasons, but that's no fun, so let's look for an in-universe explaination

My guess is that 100% DNA compativility is not necessary, but only specific DNA string exclusive to Hasties and, most likely, related to their red markings. What's more, slight randomisation of the genes that aren't part of that specific string would be welcome, especially that people might freak out if all the people in the dynasty look exactly the same

One could argue that space travel and building mecha is a different kind of advanced tech than cloning. It's true, but we've also seen that Shugoddom possesses the technology to revive the dead! Or maybe, it wasn't revival of the original Daigorg, but rather his clone that was supposed to have the same properties and serve the same purpose as the original?

We've also seen inplications, that the Bugnarok used to be humans that mutated from absorbing shugod souls (I suspect some accident that led to it, hence why we got so many so quickly). Not only it means that DNA alteration plots are on the table, but since Gira is also implied to have absorbed God Kuwagata's soul, yet his body wasn't affected at all, which may suggest that the special genes of the Hastie family allow them to safely connect with Shugods

Speaking of which, Reiniol was said to be chosen by tge shugods, just like Gira was. Not only would it work as another security measure, but would be quite handy. Imagine you can just tell the ship how to maneuver itself, or ask it exactly which part of it got broken

But of course, you wouldn't trust so much power over such an important mission to a single random person. Of course, Reiniol could have been some renowned pilot hence why he was trusted with such responsibility but... it could have been that he himself was created as some sort of experiment, and for his whole life he was trained to wield the responsibility over the colonisation mission. It brings to mind Jerami's story of how the first king of Shugoddom defeated all the other kings in their respective fields of expertise. It could be because he's been trained his whole life to be prepared for anything when he'd lead humanity in the uncharted territories in the space

One could say that he was a specifically crafted tool, that would be able to deal with any hardships that a leader/ruler may face... and we know whose trademark is comparing people to tools

[drades-lair]

A Royal Night

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/OC, Stella/OC

Rating: M

"Calus, what are these messages?" Striker inquired holding up the Dracony's phone that he'd lent the imp.

"Hmm?" Calus hummed, furrowing his brow as he looked up from the book he'd been reading. On the screen was a series of messages with none other then Stella's name on top.

"I didn't know Ya did business with the harpy as well," Striker continued with a smirk.

"Shit, I forgot about that," Calus groused, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperation.

"She ask Ya ta kill Stolas too?" Striker chuckled, putting his mate's phone to sleep then handing it back.

"No, that was before she got into the whole 'I want my husband dead' thing," Calus briefly explained taking his phone back.

"Really? Then why did she contact Ya?" Striker persisted, arching a brow in confused curiosity.

"You sure you wanna know?" Calus checked, arching a brow back.

"Now I'm not so sure," Striker shot back, smirk dropping slightly.

"Guess cats outta the bag anyways...I had sex with her," Calus bluntly stated instantly earning him a surprised, shocked look from Striker. The pale imp's brows flew up at this admittance, a small twist forming in his gut from the instant jealousy that settled there.

"Ya fucked her. Why?" Striker continued to ask trying to remain calm.

"Yes, you see..." Calus sighed out in preparation to tell the story.

...several years previous...

Calus strode into the Goetia Autumn palace, it had only two floors with 20 rooms total which made it a lot smaller than the main palace in Imp City. Duffle slung over his shoulder the Dracony made his way to the master bedroom where he'd been told to meet with his latest client. Most would find it unusual to meet a client in the bedroom but in a palace like this sometimes the elite had their office in the master or their personal papers. Upon reaching the ornate double doors of the master Calus knocked using the backs of his knuckles resulting in a female voice permitting him entry from the other side. Letting himself in Calus was greeted by the form of Stella Goetia whom he'd seen many images of over the years since she'd married the Goetia prince, Stolas. Stella stood by the balcony doors clad in a red robe that draped along her figure to about mid thigh.

"Stella Goetia?" Calus asked.

"Yes, you must be the Dracony," Stella smoothly answered, turning around to walk closer to Calus.

"I am, what is it I can do for you?" Calus inquired, casually tipping his hat in greeting.

"I won't beat around the bush, I want you to have sex with me," Stella bluntly stated catching Calus off guard.

"Pardon? I'm not a prostitute, ma'am," Calus retorted, furrowing his brow deeply.

"I'm aware, your advertisement says that you'll do anything though," Stella shot back.

"Within reason, I'm a handy man." Calus clarified.

"I don't see why that makes a difference," Stella irritably stated, coming to stand a couple feet from Calus.

"Ma'am, I suggest you hire a Lust incubus if that's what you need," Calus persisted, turning slightly in preparation to leave when Stella grabbed his sleeve of the duster he was wearing, a little haste evident in her action.

"Wait! Look...the truth is...I just want some decent sex. I... have standards that won't allow me to hire an incubus from Lust not to mention the fact I’m a royal Goetia who must protect the family name. Since I got married, I haven't had...good sex...please, you're a Dracony, a royal..." Stella trailed off upon realizing she was rambling, one hand coming up to rub at her upper arm on the opposite side in an awkward gesture.

"Sounds like you need to talk to prince Stolas about that," Calus insisted, this wasn’t the first time the Dracony had been asked to sleep with a client nor would it probably be the last however he tried to keep business and pleasure separate in order to avoid unpleasant situations.

"I already have...I don't want to go into detail...please, please, I just want to experience one night," Stella continued to plead in a desperate tone.

Calus inhaled deeply before releasing a sigh of defeat, royals slept around all the time, so he wasn't concerned with that, and Stella seemed desperate which was an oddity from what little Calus knew about the Goetia princess. Walking off to the side Calus removed his hat while tossing his duffle on the ground next to a high back chair, placing his hat on said chair before removing his duster to place on the chair next. Stella locked the bedroom doors then turned to Calus just as the Dracony was pulling off the black T-shirt he wore, if they were going to do this he might as well commit fully. The female Goetia inhaled sharply through her nose as her eyes looked Calus from head to toe, subtly pressing her thighs together as a tingling sensation reverberated between her legs in a way she'd not felt in a long time if not ever.

"Very well, what do you want of me?" Calus gently inquired walking right up to Stella.

"I want...my first night back...I want to experience what I never got to," Stella explained in a quiet almost mournful tone.

"Are you alright with me leading?" Calus inquired, reaching a hand up to tap the knuckle of his index finger under Stella's chin.

"Yes," Stella permitted in a breathy tone, inches from Calus' face.

"Very well," Calus confirmed, leaning in to press a gentle yet firm kiss to Stella's lips.

Calus slid his hand from Stella's chin into her hair feathers while his other hand moved around the Goetia's waist promptly pulling her against his body. Stella's hands moved to caress lightly along the expanse of muscle that was the Dracony's exposed torso. Calus deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue into Stella's mouth causing her to release a breathy moan into it as Calus slid his hand from her waist to her covered ass, kneading gingerly at it causing her to start rocking her hips against Calus'. Calus pulled the robe up that Stella was wearing revealing she was commando underneath, sliding to fingers downwards he pressed them into her already wet cunt from behind. Stella shuddered as she grabbed Calus' waist and pulled back with a breathy moan from the kiss.

"You must be pent up to be so wet from just seeing me shirtless and a little kissing," Calus coyly stated with a small smirk. Stella bit down on her lower lip as she squeezed her eyes shut, Calus' fingers shallowly thrusting at a slow pace.

Using this opportunity Calus slid his other hand from Stella's feathers to the belt of the robe, easily undoing it causing the robe to fall open. Calus pulled his fingers free to allow them to part slightly causing the robe to fall from around Stella's body, sliding down her arms from where it had sat on her shoulders till it pooled in the crooks of her elbows. Gingerly Calus maneuvered Stella around so her back was to the bed, pressing her back till her legs lightly bumped the mattress edge. Arching a brow Calus smirked as he glanced down at Stella's perky, firm breasts with their pink nipples and areola. Stella flushed, averting her gaze as she crossed her arms over her exposed chest in a shy manner that was more indicative of a virgin then a married woman with a two-year-old child.

"Relax...," Calus breathed, caressing his hands along her sides as he gently pressed her back as a prompt for the female Goetia to get on the bed.

Catching the hint Stella did so, crawling into the middle of the bed where she laid on her back still trying to somewhat cover herself by crossing her legs. Calus followed Stella up the bed where he settled on the right of her legs, gingerly caressing along her calves to her thighs with feather light touches. Leaning up Calus mouthed along Stella's abdomen up to between her breasts. Gently the Dracony brushed Stella’s hands away allowing him to cup her one breast while balancing with his free hand, kneading gingerly in a slow circular motion while occasionally taking her hardening nipple between his fingers. Once soft moans started escaping the Goetia, Calus leaned his head down to flick his tongue against Stella's other nipple before pulling it into his mouth. Stella started squirming a little as Calus sucked liberally on her one breast, other hand massaging gingerly at the opposite.

"Ready to show me more?" Calus inquired, pulling off Stella's breast.

"O-okay..." Stella agreed through panting breaths, face flushed bright pink with her hands tangled in the bedding.

Calus pulled back to rest on his heels, gingerly pushing Stella's legs till she began to part them. Stella once more averted her gaze at being completely on display for Calus now eliciting a soft chuckle from the Dracony. Once settled between the princess’ Calus made soothing little sounds as he placed his hands on her hips, caressing lightly up then back down, following the lines of her pelvis. Stella trembled slightly in anticipation when Calus caressed a cupped hand over her vagina, rubbing a few times before allowing his middle finger to dip barely between her wet folds. Calus continued his pattern till he allowed his ring finger to join his middle finger and applied the slightest amount of pressure. Stella released an irritated moan causing him to chuckle again in amusement, leaning over her a little to get a better angle at which point he slid his fingers to her vaginal opening and pressed inside gently earning him a groan this time from the Goetia princess.

Using the knowledge from having various partners Calus quickly located Stella’s G-spot, setting up a steady pace, rubbing his fingertips against that one spot with each thrust. Stella started open mouth moaning almost sounding a little confused in her euphoric state, but once her head started falling backwards with ragged breaths Calus used his other hands thumb to start circling her clit. Clutching at the bedding Stella exclaimed loudly as she lost control, orgasm wrenching through her body as she shook. Calus continued stimulating Stella making her squirm till a second wave crashed over her except this time Calus pulled his fingers free just as she orgasmed causing her fluids to spill free. Stella fell limply to the mattress, sweating while trying to catch her breath, still trembling when Calus leaned over her. True to fashion the Dracony was lightly caressing his hands over Stella's body in various spots, making soothing noises as she came down a little.

"Are you alright to continue?" Calus asked in a husky low tone after giving Stella a little time to relax.

"Y-Yes..." Stella confirmed through panting breaths.

"Okay," Calus simply agreed.

Sitting back on his heels again Calus undid his jeans, pulling the stiff material down just past his hips. Stella watched in excited anticipation as her eyes stared directly at the Dracony's bulging boxer briefs, eyes growing wider as he pulled free the impressive length from inside. Calus reached into his back pocket for the condom he kept there, undoing it's packaging with his teeth. Smoothly Calus applied the condom over his length then moved forwards to lean once more over Stella, positioning the head of his cock to stella's opening.

"Take a breath," Calus encouraged.

Stella inhaled only to release it with a whimpering moan as Calus pressed inside her. Like everything he'd done thus far Calus remained gentle, pressing inch by inch into the Goetia to allow her to adjust along the way to his girth. Once settled Calus hoisted Stella's legs up under her thighs, setting up a steady pace. Confusion briefly crossed Stella’s face as she felt something bulbous and firm hitting her folds with every thrust, glancing down she could see Calus had a knot at the base of his cock. Thoughts of that knot going inside her caused her to moan loudly, clenching slightly around Calus in anticipation eliciting a grunting groan from Calus.

"Do you...wanna...ugh! Take my knot?" Calus asked, having assumed that was why Stella had suddenly moaned.

"Yes, oh fuck yes! Please knot me!" Stella begged completely letting go of her regal prestige.

Calus nodded in understanding then pressed Stella's legs further up and apart allowing him to lean over her. Stella cried out as Calus thrust deeply into her sopping wet cunt, applying further pressure each time he pressed in till there was a wet pop and Stella shrieked as she orgasmed around the thick knot now settled in her. Calus groaned gutturally as he too fell over the edge, spilling into the condom inside Stella.

After regaining his composure Calus gently eased Stella's legs down making certain to be mindful of his knot still seated inside the Goetia. Waiting for his knot to recede Calus massaged Stella's thighs and hips to help her relax as she panted through the orgasmic high still running through her body. A short time later Calus pulled himself free with another wet pop and a small whimpering moan from Stella. Getting off the bed the Dracony tossed the condom away on the way to the bathroom where he returned with a washcloth that he used to clean Stella up with then returned to the bathroom to clean himself up. Stella basked in the after glow of what was possibly the best night of her life while Calus got dressed.

“I’m gonna take it we’re done here?” Calus chuckled softly, slinging his duffle back over his shoulder.

“Yes, payment is ready for you on the way out,” Stella confirmed from where she lay on her side on the bed, lightly covered by a sheet and a massive grin on her features.

“Fair well, madam,” Calus stated tipping his hat to Stella before exiting the bedroom.

…current day…

“That was it, I collected my money then left. Keep in mind this was before I knew anything about Stella or Stolas,” Calus finished explaining, leaning against the kitchen counter as he sipped his coffee.

“Humph, shit. Guess I can’t hold it against Ya, she does have looks,” Striker admitted, from where he was sitting on the kitchen island also sipping a coffee.

“Like I said this was before I knew anything about either of them,” Calus reiterated.

“Can’t deny I’m a little jealous hearin’ about Yer past exploits especially with that screechin’ harpy,” Striker continued to admit.

“Hmm, really? Didn’t think it was that easy to get you jealous,” Calus smirked coyly, pushing off the counter to walk across the kitchen to the island to stand in front of Striker.

“It isn’t, but I’m also no royal,” Striker briefly explained.

“Perhaps not, neither am I though.” Calus lightly chuckled, bringing a hand up to tap his index finger’s knuckle underneath Striker’s chin, rubbing his thumb gently along the imp’s bottom lip. Moments later Calus leaned forwards to capture Striker’s mouth in a passionate kiss which the imp returned. Setting down their coffee mugs Calus scooped Striker off the island to carry his mate towards the bedroom. 

[honeyypotato]

The Girl in the Woods, Chapter 15: Prejudices

Here's the link to the rest of the chapters!

Word count: 2,518

Warnings/Tags: profanity, people being racist (canon typical Marleyan/Eldian crap), y/n beats up a dude, I can't stop writing bad jokes in my fics

AN:

gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, punch racists?

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The two of you are still out cold when your friends come back to check on you. Pieck enters the room first and stops in her tracks, a hand flying to her mouth. The others rush in at her reaction, assuming something is wrong, and freeze when they see the two of you tangled in each other. There’s a heartbeat of dead silence in the room and Reiner snores softly. Then, the room breaks into chaos and shouts as Gabi climbs onto you and her cousin, poking him in the face. “Hey you big oaf, explain yourself! You think she’s pretty, don’t you–” she breaks her sentence to gasp “--YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON Y/N!” 

Falco is grabbing Gabi’s other arm, trying to tear her off and not wake the two of you up. “Gabi! Don’t bother them, come on! Get off!” He hisses, but it’s no use, the young girl had already shaken the bed violently enough to wake the two of you.

Pieck has Porco by the shoulders and is clinging to him, shaking him violently in excitement. 

“Yes! YES! I knew it, Porco, I knew it!” She exclaims. She had been trying to set the two of you up for years with no luck. 

“You’re shaking me so hard I’m gonna barf!” Porco swats at her.

“Oh come on, Pieck,” Zeke rolls his eyes, nudging Colt with his elbow.  “It was so obvious from the beginning.” He mutters.

“Gabi? Wha’s goin on?” You ask sleepily, disturbed by all the noise. Reiner is still not fully awake either, and is attempting to pull you closer into his chest away from the sounds.

You gasp a little for breath, Reiner is too strong. “Hey…big guy, I need to breathe, please.” Your strained voice causes him to open his eyes.

“Gabi? Falco? Oh, everyone’s back. Hey.” He releases his hold on you to rub his eyes with his hand. Free from his grasp, you sit up and notice your right hand has completely healed. 

“Oi, Reiner, look! I’m handy again!” You laugh, and he groans at your awful joke, shoving you away from him a little.

“Hey y/n, the festival is still going on, we’re gonna go hang out! You should come with us!” Gabi beamed up at you from where she was still climbing on top of Reiner in an attempt to shake the rest of the sleep out of him.

“I brought you some extra clothes, y/n, in case you want to join.” Pieck smiles softly at you, holding up a bag.

You grin at your friend. “Yes, I’d love to! Thank you!”

“Gabi, you’re too strong, kiddo, get off me before you break my ribs, please!” The poor man grunts a little in pain as she jumps off of him. “Give y/n a few minutes to get changed, and we’ll go, ok?”

Pieck reaches out to take the girl’s hand. “We’ll wait for you outside, okay?” You nod at her and she pulls the kids out of the room.

Reiner sits up in bed next to you, locking eyes with Porco, who smirks at him. “You two aren’t slick, you know.” He says quietly, trying not to catch the attention of the kids.

“If you say anything, I’ll have your head on a stick, asshole.” Reiner puts an arm around your shoulder and you lean into him.

Porco snorts a little. “Hah, you know I wouldn’t dare. I’m not scared of you, but y/n would definitely kill me.”

“I’ll do you one better, Porco. I know what magazines you have under your bed.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

His face goes bright red, eyes wide with fear. “Hey! Who told you that! You’re not supposed to know about those!” 

“I have ears, Porco.” You smirk at him and he shakes his head, stalking out of the room. 

Zeke is standing near the door, eyebrows raised so much you swore they’d blend into his hairline if they went any further. His eyes follow Porco as he leaves. “Now that is something I did not need to hear today.” He says quietly before nodding at you and Reiner, leaving the two of you alone once more in the room. 

You nudge Reiner with your shoulder a little and flash a mischievous smile. “I bet I can eat twice as much ice cream as you later!” 

He grins, pulling you in for a kiss, soaking in just how good it felt to be able to kiss you freely; how long he had been waiting to do something like this. He pulls away and winks at you. “We’ll just have to see about that, baby.” 

You slide off the bed and pick up the bag Pieck had left you. “Heh, I think Gabi will beat us both like last time.” 

The two of you clean yourselves up and you change into the clothes Pieck had brought you, noting that your friend had really good fashion sense, something you had never cared about until you landed in Liberio. You look up to find Reiner staring at you.

“Wow, y/n…you look really beautiful in that outfit.” He blushes at his own words, still quite a bit shy about his feelings being out in the open. 

You smile at him and spin around, showing off the clothes. “Pieck really knows how to put an outfit together!”

“And you know how to wear it well.” He catches you by the waist and pulls you in for another kiss before sliding his hand into yours, leading you out of the infirmary to where the others had been waiting.

“Reiner! Y/n! Finally, we’ve been waiting FOR-EV-ER.” Gabi was an ever so patient kid.

Porco sighs, rolling his eyes a little. “Gabi, it’s been ten minutes, give them a break. Besides, y/n just had to regrow her entire hand.” 

“Yeah, but it’s back now!” The young girl grabs your reformed right hand, inspecting it closely.

“Hey Gabi, Reiner and I have a bet that I can eat more ice cream than him tonight, do you wanna help me beat him?” You grin at the kid, and she beams up at you. 

“YEAH! LET’S LEAVE HIS BUTT IN THE DIRT!” She shouts and runs off while still holding your hand, pulling you along with her. You turn back to stick your tongue out at Reiner and he shakes his head before jogging after the two of you.

“Hey you troublemakers, don’t get lost!” He calls after you, but you’d been in the city long enough to have the streets memorized, and you and Gabi giggle as you run down the street.

An hour later, Gabi was sprawled out in a food coma across the grassy lawn of the city park, where your group had stopped to rest. You had your head on Reiner’s shoulder, and the two of you were watching the crowds of people pass by idly, enjoying the celebration that was being thrown as a result of Marley’s victory in the war. Falco and the other Warrior candidates were chowing down on sandwiches from a nearby food stall, and Pieck was deep in discussion with Colt. Zeke had opted to stay behind in favor of his research, and Porco was off in the crowd flirting with some Eldian girls who were mildly impressed that he was a Warrior. 

A live band had been playing music in the square, and Reiner stood abruptly, offering you his hand. “Would you care to dance with me, y/n?” You curtsy playfully at him and take his hand, letting him lead you out to where other groups of people were dancing. 

The two of you draw close and you smile up at him, staring into his eyes that sparkled with reflected light from the lanterns and streetlights around you. Reiner presses his forehead against yours.

“You know what?” You whisper, and he hums in response. “I’m really, really grateful I saved your ass in the forest.” You feel him smile and nuzzle his nose into your cheek.

“So am I, y/n.” He whispers back, kissing you on the cheek. “I love y–”

He was cut off by someone tapping on his shoulder, and the two of you turn to see a young man about your age, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“Can I help you, Sir?” Reiner asked and the two of you exchanged a confused glance.

“Miss, I couldn’t help but notice how stunning you are, and I just wanted to ask what the hell a Marleyan beauty like you is doing fraternizing with a devil.” The man steps forward, ignoring Reiner completely, and offers his hand to you. “Please, dance with me instead.”

The world around you disappears. What. The. Fuck? Your mind swirls for a minute until you shake your head to stop the vertigo that has overtaken you. 

You come crashing back to earth. “Like hell I would, fucking asshole!” You spit at him, face going red with rage. You step towards the man and ready yourself to fight him, as he had started to look a little upset. “Who do you think you are to interrupt me and my boyfriend!” 

“Your what, ma’am? You must need glasses, because that’s not a man, that’s a filthy animal! You must have escaped from the mental hospital or something, woman, for you to see anything but a monster in him.” He grabs your wrist to try and pull you away, and that’s the last straw. You twist in his grasp, positioning him at your back and tearing the man’s weight over your head, sending him flying into the ground. 

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” You scream at him, tears running down your face. You turn back to Reiner, whose face was completely pale, and you could tell he was on the verge of crying as well. You didn’t care that everyone around you was staring, all you cared about was getting the fuck out of there. You grab Reiner’s hand and pull him back to the others, who had stood in alarm when they heard you yelling.

“We’re leaving. Now!” You snap, and Pieck nods. You pick up Gabi, who was somehow still asleep, and walked off, muttering. “Who the hell does he think he is, fucking interrupting us. Fucking touching me, disgusting. Who’s the real monster, asshole? I swear if he ever even looks my way he’s gonna–”

“Y/n.” Reiner interrupts your monologue, placing his hand on your arm. “It’s okay.”

“No, it really isn’t! And it never has been! I’ve sat here for four years fighting for this country, when in reality every person here is a selfish pig! I’d gladly renounce my status as a Marleyan if it meant never having to talk to any of those pretentious bastards ever again. All we do is overlook the way they talk to all of you. You guys are my family. No one talks to my family like that!”

Your group walks along the road until you reach Reiner’s home to drop off Gabi. He stops just before the door. “Y/n, how about we stay here tonight? I…don’t really feel like going back to base right now.” 

You take a shaky breath. You had started sobbing somewhere on the walk back, thanking your lucky stars that Gabi was a really heavy sleeper like her cousin. “I’d like that.”

You nod at Pieck, who gives you a sympathetic look. “I’ll notify the Commander.”

You thank her, and Reiner knocks on the door as you compose yourself. His mother opens the door and you put on your best fake smile, babbling about how Gabi once again won your ice cream eating contest. Reiner pulls you upstairs as soon as you get a moment to breathe.

He closes the door to his room.

“Sit on the bed.” His voice was low, and you couldn’t tell whether he was upset or not. You sit on the bed obediently, and he walks to you, kneeling in between your legs and cupping your face in his hands.

“You can’t win every battle, y/n. There are always going to be people out there who hate me. It’s how this world is. If you try to fight all of them, you’re gonna lose. Please, don’t try to change people who refuse to see two feet in front of them. Please. It’ll only end with you getting hurt.” Tears run down his face. “I can’t lose you, y/n, even if that means the world doesn’t change a bit. I’d rather live in a shitty world with you than a perfect one where you don’t exist.”

You wrap your arms around him, wanting to comfort him, to stop his sobbing. “Reiner, I may be allowed to walk around without an armband, and to be spared from the insults, but I’m no different than you, no matter what they call you, we’re both just human. I’ll always have your back, I’ll always be on your side. The moment Franz took me from my parents, I lost my status as a Marleyan, even if people don’t see past what’s written on my birth certificate.” You ran your hands through his hair, and you couldn’t tell who the action soothed more, you or Reiner. “They don’t care who it is, Reiner. They just want someone to point at and hate to make themselves feel better.”

That was the one thing you missed about your life on the island. No one had hated each other for something as trivial as ancestry. Then again, no one even knew that other races of humans existed outside the walls.

“That’s one thing about people that will never change, y/n.” Reiner sniffs, looking up at you. “They’ll always find someone to hate. My mother hates the Eldians on Paradis Island, and they’re just Eldians too, no different from us. I used to want to change the way people looked at us, at my family. That’s the whole reason why I became a Warrior in the first place, so that I wouldn’t have to see my family suffer. I thought that Marleyans would look at me and see me and my family as different from the other Eldians, but they never will, and it took me years to understand that. Now I just want people to stop fighting about everything all the time; it’s so tiring.”

“We may never stop hating people, but there’s another thing that won’t change, Reiner.” He wipes his eyes and shifts a little to look up at you, lifting a hand to your cheek.

“What is it, y/n?”

“That I care about you.” You whisper.

He gives you a teary eyed smile. “You mean everything to me, y/n.”

You smile softly, feeling your eyes water, and wrap him in your arms, pulling the two of you backwards onto his bed. He shifts onto his elbows to kiss you, his lips against yours.

The two of you drift to sleep in each other’s arms for the second time that day.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S BLOOD - CHAPTER 32

*Warning: Adult Content*

Ian Foley drives in silence, concentrating on the road and the clock on his dash, his eyes constantly flicking back and forward between the two. 

Julian Hart keeps trying to think of a plan, some way to give them an advantage but he comes up with nothing. 

While quick with his fists, Ian dislikes guns and apparently doesn’t even keep a pocket knife handy. 

The best Julian can find is a plastic fork and a flashlight with a dead battery. 

Maybe MacGyver could do something with that but he can’t. 

The clock turns over the quarter hour and Ian swears under his breath and pushes his truck a little harder.

“You think he’s tracking the time so closely?” Julian asks.

Ian grunts and glances Julian’s way.

“He doesn’t have too. He poisoned my dad before I left and made me take the antidote with me,” he says reaching into his shirt pocket and pulling out a small dark bottle of brown glass. 

“He didn’t even tell me how I had. Not until I got to you. I mean thirty minutes,” Ian swears.

Julian remembers what he learnt from Agent Marsh...

“The first round of murders, the victims were poisoned. Henry did that?”

Ian Foley nods.

“There’s more to being a shifter than shifting,” he says, mouth twisted in a humourless smile. 

“Witchcraft, magic... I never had the mind for it. Henry is like my opposite. I can Shift easily... always have. It’s like breathing. Henry can’t shift worth shit but he’s a genius with the other stuff... especially poisons,” Ian shakes his head. “That is how he was able to sneak back here under our noses. All this time I though my Dad was just getting old, acting strange, forgetting stuff. But it was Henry making him do things and then not remembering. Like bring him food and supplies up here or at that bunker. If only I had realized sooner...”

“How could you even have guessed?” Julian asked, leaning against the door as Ian takes a turn too fast, pretty sure only half the tyres are in contact with the road.

“I should have recognized the signs. If I wasn’t so fucking dumb,” Ian bangs a palm against the wheel and his brow flush as red as his hair.

They are high in the hills now, nearly at the crest of a ridge and Ian slows and then turns onto one of the many innocuous dirt roads that lead off into wild tracts of land. 

This one is in bad shape and Julian clings to the handrail as the truck rattles and bumps over the rough surface, a cloud of dust rising in their wake.

“It’s not your fault,” Julian says, reluctantly offering comfort he doesn't want to give.

Julian: ‘I suspect that Ian’s problems go a lot deeper than an inability to control his temper and low self-esteem probably has a lot to do with it. Now’s not really the time to address his issues but I need him to tell me all that he can.’

“Your dad should have told you before it was too late to do anything,” Julian goes on. 

“I wish my dad had told me although he gets a pass on account of being dead.”

Ian glaces at Julian, his eyes flicking over his face, as though making a catalog of the young psychics features or really seeing him for the first time.

“Is it true?” Ian asks. 

“Was your dad really...?”

“Fey? Seems that way, but why would that matter so much?” 

Julian’s voice jumps with pitch and jolt of the road and the jostling isn’t doing the young man’s nervous stomach any good.

Ian looks ahead again, trying to avoid the worst of the rocks and pot-holes.

“About a hundred years ago, there was this war,” Ian says.

“The ‘Fey Wars’ conflict?” Julian says, remembering what Noah had said and Ian Foley nods.

“Yeah, that. My dad made me learn about it as a kid. It started out as a territorial thing, I think. I don’t remember all the details but I do remember one thing. There was this... kind of a sick game, really,” Ian hedges, looking uncomfortable.

“The Ritual Hunt?” Julian guesses, a sick feeling souring in the back of his throat.

“Yeah. It started with the wolves but shifters got on it too, eventually. The idea was that Fey blood had special properties, so it was a privilege to consume it. Deciding who got that privilege was another matter. It had to go to the best. So whenever a Fey got captured, the clan or pack would hold a hunt on the full moon. Five targets. Four humans and a Fey. All set loose, given a chance. Then the hunters...”

“I get the picture,” Julian says and Ian swallows hard.

“Whoever won was considered the best and the more humans they killed before the Fae, the better. A hunter who killed all four and the Fae last was... well they could challenge for leadership of the clan and take it as their right.”

“So Henry is trying to replicate that? Killing the four humans victims first and then...”

“I think so. That was his idea back then but your dad got way. Even though he died, Henry didn’t kill him so it didn’t count. But now, if you’re...”

Julian blinks and looks out the window, wishing his dad left him more than a book he can’t read. 

If not for Noah, he would have been totally in the dark.

“But why wait so long?” Julian asks. 

“It just doesn’t make sense.”

“Hunting is not a challenge unless the prey isn’t strong,” Ian answers.

“Shit. The timing,” Julian exhales sharply. 

“I turn twenty-nine in less than three weeks.”

Ian nods again.

“If you really are Fey, your powers are their full potential right now, just before they mature. And tonight is a full moon. His last chance at The Hunt.”

Ian’s breath catches and Julian looks over to see him blinking away tears.

“What now?” Julian asks, his patience long exhausted, left far behind them in the dust.

“He’s going to kill you, Julie,” Ian rasps in a broken voice.

“Yeah. I got that part,” Julian sighs. 

“Ian. Listen to me... this isn’t over yet. I’ve got something my dad didn’t had.”

“What?” Ian asks, looking at Julian as if expecting the young psychic to produce a secret weapon from thin air.

“I got friends on my side,” Julian says, meeting Ian’s eyes. 

“I got a giant werewolf, his killer sister super-smart brother, possibly the F.B.I. and...  I’ve got you. That’s a pretty crack team, I think.”

Julian: ‘Ian looks at me in surprise and gives me a very small self-conscious smile.’ 

The road descends from the crest of the ridge to the bottom of a long, flat valley. 

Thick trees line the edges and scale the steep boulder-strewn slopes to either side, while the center is a broad grassy meadow. 

Clusters of thick willow show were a water-course lies and sparse young pines break up the drier ground. 

At the end of the valley the land rises slightly then dips into a hallow just deep enough to hide it from view. 

The dirt track skirts the shallow, natural lake choked with water plants and then enters a dense corpse of evergreens where at last it ends. 

Ian pulls to a halt and turns off the engine and Julian hears the ticking of cooling metal in the sudden silence as they breath. 

Then as one they open their doors and get out. 

In the shadows beneath the trees, Julian sees a small, dark structure. It is a hunting cabin with plain wood siding fading to grey, a sloping roof of rusted corrugated tin covered in a layer of pine needles and a broad front porch. 

Between the way it blends perfectly with the surrounding trees, the messy pile of wood canting against one side and the single dark window, the creep factor is off the scales. 

Ian lopes up the low steps to the deck and pounds on the door.

“Hey, Henry. I’m here. I got him,” Ian yells.

Julian follows reluctantly and stands a few paces behind.

Julian: ‘If it was just my life at state, I would bolt for the truck, where Ian conveniently left the keys. But it’s not just me, Grace is here and George too, I can’t leave.’

“Henry,” Ian calls again, banging his fist against the door.

“Yes?” 

A soft voice speaks at Julian’s back and he whirls around heart in his throat. 

A man stands at the bottom of the steps, a rifle in one hand and a dead rabbit in the other. 

Besides these tokens, however, he’s about as far from the typical image of a ‘serial killer who lives in a cabin’ as it’s possible to be. 

Henry Foley has close-cropped grey hair, balding on top, with just enough colour to betray the family genes. 

He wears a checked cotton shirt, khaki dungarees and the arms of a cardigan are tied around his neck. 

The only odd thing about his attire is that he wears no shoes and his feet are bare, toes black with mud. 

His eyes land on Julian and his thin lips spread in a warm smile. 

When he speaks, his soft and wondering.

“Oh. My sweet David,” Henry says, dropping the rifle and rabbit.

He reaches for Julian, then snatches his hand back, with a quick drawn breath. 

“No. No. No,” he says, closing his eyes and pressing his fingertips to his brow, shaking his head. 

“It’s Julian. Isn’t it? Julian...” he adds, opening his eyes and smiling again, revealing a mouth full of too many closely-crowded yellow teeth. 

“You look so like him, my dear.”

Julian struggles against the urge to back away from him as he continues to draw near. 

Despite his innocuous appearance, there's something decidedly wrong about him. 

His face is lined but while Julian knows he’s older than George, he looks younger and there’s something unnatural about his face. 

It’s like a weird mask and Julian almost expects it to slide off at any moment, revealing something monstrous beneath.

“So beautiful,” Henry croons and reaches for Julian’s face. 

The young psychic can’t help the shutter of revulsion that shivers up his back and he turns his head as Henry touches him.

“Oh. But what is this?” Henry inquires, gently caressing the bruise on Julian’s cheek and then slides his fingers over his bloodied lip.

“Ian,” Henry sings. 

“I thought I said not to touch my prize.”

His voice is still soft but there’s an edge to it now that makes Julian think that his appearance is more of a disguise than anything else.

“I’m sorry,” Ian stammers, backing away. 

“Please. I didn’t mean to. Just let me help my dad.”

“It was my fault,” Julian interjects quickly. 

Julian: ‘It’s not true but I need Ian whole and sane, if he’s going to be any use to me at all.’

“Ian didn’t do anything wrong,” Julian insists.

“Oh?” Henry frowns, eyes scanning over Julian’s face and settling at the base of his throat. 

Julian sees Henry swallow and a weird expression twitches over his face. 

“Alright then, I’ll forgive my imbecilic nephew... if you say so my dear, sweet Julian.”

It makes Julian feel sick, but he nods.

“I say so.”

Henry tilts his head so far to the side Julian is surprised it doesn’t snap his neck.

“Very well,” he says, drawing a swift breath and regaining a crisp composure. 

“Ian. Be a good boy and put him with the others. Then you may give your father his... medicine... if you wish.”

Ian Foley casts Julian Hart a despairing and apologetic look and takes the young psychic’s arm. 

Then he leads the young psychic through the doorway and into the dark space beyond.

[heavensbeehall]

"Catching Fire", Chapter 23

Part 3: The Enemy

Chapter 23: Katniss has to wake everyone up to explain about the clock. Wiress is relieved someone understands her. Beetee wants his wire. Katniss and Johanna have a stand-off that Finnick has to diffuse. They go to the Cornucopia. Johanna gets axes.The Careers attack. Wiress dies. The island spins before they can give chase. Katniss swims out for Beetee's wire. They don't know where 12 is anymore. Finnick goes to tap a tree and Katniss hears Prim scream.

RIP: Wiress

-- This is the second time in as many Hunger Games that Katniss has to wrench a weapon from a dead tribute's hands.

-- It's REALLY lucky that Katniss can swim. Finnick had to go get Beetee, but the plan wouldn't work without Beetee AND the wire. Imagine if the wire was pulled into the hovercraft with Wiress' body and then everyone was like, "well shit."

Quotes:

There's something odd about Johanna not putting this together. Something that doesn't quite ring true. Suspicious.

Does anyone have a good read on this fight about the wire? Does Johanna really not know why Beetee wants it? Or is she trying to downplay the existence of the wire (for the cameras), and then gets annoyed when Katniss and Peeta think she's stupid?

Beetee and Wiress will probably find some way to die on their own. If we have to run from something, how far would they get? Johanna, frankly, I could easily kill if it came down to protecting Peeta. Or maybe even just to shut her up. What I really need is for someone to take out Finnick for me, since I don't think I can do it personally. Not after all he's done for dPeeta. I think about maneuvering him into some kind of encounter with the Careers. It's cold, I know. But what are my options? Now that we know about the clock, he probably won't die in the jungle, so someone's going to have to kill him in battle.

Again Katniss worries about her ability to kill Finnick. It's almost like she's going to have to make some choice related to this topic in the future. Because she doesn't want to think about killing Finnick, she then starts fantasizing about killing President Snow. And I think that's actually a very good bit of remembering who the "real enemy" is.

"[Wiress] can sense things before anyone else. Like a canary in one of your coal mines."

Another lady linked to a bird. Rue, Maysilee, Wiress.

I realize it's just another disadvantage the District 12 tributes have faced over the years. We don't go down in the mines until we're eighteen. It looks like most of the other tributes learn something about their trades early on. There are things you do in a mine that could come in handy in the Games. Wielding a pick. Blowing things up. Give you an edge. The way my hunting did. But we learn them too late.

Any thoughts on why District 12 doesn't have child labor? I know zero about mining coal but I would think kids could get into small places adults can't and we know the Capitol doesn't care if they die. (I don't know if this furthers my speculation that the Capitol really is just PRETENDING to need coal to give them busy work.)

I load an arrow as I twist and get a glimpse of a dripping-wet Gloss letting Wiress slide to the ground, her throat slit open in a bright red smile. The point of my arrow disappears into his right temple, and in the instant it takes to reload, Johanna has buried an ax blade in Cashmere's chest. Finnick knocks away a spear Brutus throws at Peeta and takes Enobaria's knife in his thigh.

I get that Wiress is in a vulnerable position--not part of the group. But why would you attack her first? There are four Careers and Six Alliance. They are already outnumbered. It would make more sense to take out the better fighters first. Maybe Gloss was hoping to do it silently? But I feel like this is another example of District 1 not being properly trained for combat. (I'm still upset about Marvel pulling the arrow out of his neck.)

I look at the others' sober faces. Now Finnick, Johanna, and Beetee have all lost their district partners. I cross to Peeta and wrap my arms around him, and for a while we all stay silent.

No thoughts just sadface.

"You had to tell us or we never would have moved our camp in the first place, brainless."

This is important to be because a) it's the beginning of Johanna and Katniss's term of endearment and b) Johanna is the only one who can comfort Katniss here. They are so similar.

Certainly he is brave, but we have all been brave enough to survive a Games. There is that quality of goodness that's hard to overlook, but still … and then I think of it, what Peeta can do so much better than the rest of us. He can use words. He obliterated the rest of the field at both interviews. And maybe it's because of that underlying goodness that he can move a crowd--no, a country--to his side with the turn of a simple sentence.

Everyone loves Peeta so much. He should be the new Supreme Leader. Maybe we should build a shrine to him?

She never once thinks it could have anything to do with her.

[lilyevanstan1325]

🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 11

Amaya POV

"Shit!" I exclaim.

"I feel like my head is going to explode at any moment"

I sigh without patience.

Nat and I are viewing all the video from the Triskelion surveillance cameras plus footage from all the neighboring streets.

We have been working on it relentlessly for 15 days now and nothing new has come up.

"Keep calm snow.I'm sure we'll find something” Nat reassures me.

Her eyes, just like mine, are red and tired too.

Even if in recent days Lucas has often stopped by to give us a hand, a gesture that the Russian and I appreciated, we are equally tired and exhausted.

James, on the other hand, is a little less happy with Lucas' presence but he too accepted willingly in the end, especially because he understood that his help is really coming in handy.

"Good news!" exclaims Lucas entering the meeting room of the Avengers Tower, where Natasha and I now practically live relegated to monitors and files.

He hands me a cup of hot black coffee and does the same with Nat.

I take a sip moaning with pleasure.

Last night I only slept for four hours and now at 7:00 am I already have 2 hours of videos seen and reviewed.

An agony.

"What's going on Scott?" Natasha asks after taking a generous sip of coffee.

"I discovered something about our friends in the red balaclava" he exclaims proud of himself.

"Really?" I exclaim excitedly.

This could be the first good track in 15 days.

"Mmh mmh" Lucas nods absently as he pulls dozens of files out of his briefcase.

I observe his movements with rapture.

The hands with long and thin fingers move with dexterity and elegance.

His square jaw is relaxed, his eyes bright and red from all the sleep he's losing from this case.

Lucas puts all the files on the table and pushes them towards us with his hand.

I grab one and open it.

Jhon Evans, former military man.

I take another one.

Robert Newton, former Navy Seal Corporal.

Christopher Miller former General of the United States Army.

I look at Natasha who returns my gaze, we are both visibly confused.

"What do you think these men have in common?" Lucas asks us, he does not seem willing to reveal anything to us on the contrary it seems that he wants us to understand it by ourselves.

"Are they all ex-military?" I answer uncertain.

Lucas nods.

"They are all ex-soldiers who in the last 5 years have all been hired by the same private security company"

"I'm sorry but I still don't understand" intervenes Natasha.

“I did some research and found out it's a fictional company.A cover.These men have never worked a single day in private security in the past 5 years" Agent Scott explains.

"And?What do these men have in common and the ones you and Rumlow fought that night at the Triskelion?" I urge to continue, my leg under the table began to jerk frantically.

“They are the same men.

These, my dear ladies, are the true identities of the men with the red balaclavas”

“It can't be possible” I murmur.

I grab the files that were delivered to us from the morgue and those brought by Lucas.

I compare some photos.

These men look alike but they don't seem to be them.

Lucas sees the doubt in my eyes and answers me even before I can ask.

"If we compared the photos with any software of S.H.I.E.L.D. it would turn out that they are not the same people for one simple reason...because these men have another thing in common..."

Lucas grabs some medical file from his briefcase and throws them on the table.

“All these men have undergone minor plastic surgeries.Nose reduction, ear repositioning, mentoplasty.Small changes that would have allowed them to no longer be recognizable, would always have been theirs but if subjected to facial recognition no one would ever have been able to identify them.And strange coincidence, these surgeries were all carried out by the same surgeon, another former General of the US Army who unfortunately was found dead in unknown circumstances ten days ago"

Natasha is speechless.

“So they also changed the name to be able to become ghosts” I'm finally starting to realize.

"Exactly" exclaims Lucas.

“Oh my God Lucas!You're a genius”

I feel excited, maybe we can do it.

I turn quickly towards him throwing my arms around his neck, he returns the squeeze laughing.

A footstep catches our attention, Steve and Bucky appear on the threshold of the door and witnessed the entire scene.

James's eyes glow with fury.

Shit.

I detach myself from Lucas's arms as if nothing had happened.

Because basically nothing happened.

We are friends, good friends and we are just working together.

“Guys, we have great news.Perhaps we have found a concrete lead to follow.It was Lucas who really found it” I explain to the boys as I approach them.

Steve smiles at me and then reaches out to Nat and gives her a sweet kiss.

James continues to look at me with his clenched jaw.

His gaze makes me feel small and helpless, it makes me feel guilty even though I haven't done anything wrong.

I prefer not to push it any further so I keep talking about the latest discoveries made.

We expose it all to the boys and repeat it all when Tony and Bruce join us.

"Who is in charge of this private security company?" Steve asks, voicing the question that each of us is asked.

“His name is Richard Masen.Born and raised in California.But he has only one problem...he died in 1953" Lucas sighs.

"Identity theft.Typical” grumbles Bucky.

"Exactly" Agent Scott echoes as he continues.

“I did every possible search and found nothing, no links.Richard was a simple farmer.No heir, his closest relative is a distant cousin of his mother who lives in Europe"

"We are at a standstill" I exhale wearily pinching the base of my nose between my fingers.

I feel like an epic headache is about to explode in my head.

"Nothing is lost" Tony encourages us.

"We have more information than we had yesterday and I'm sure there is something in those videos, a detail, that escapes us.Let's get back to work, come on guys”

So let's all start working together again.

"Shit!" Tony suddenly exclaims.

"What happens?" Steve asks him.

“Oh nothing.The paper ran out in the printer just as I was about to print the last file"

Tony is about to get up but I stop him with a wave of my hand.

"I'm going to the warehouse" I immediately volunteer.

"Are you sure kid?" Tony asks.

"Yes, I need to stretch my legs and have another coffee" I answer, turning my gaze just to see James who is intent on checking files with Steve.

I go away puffing imperceptibly.

He's been ignoring me for hours now.

Stupid idiot.

I head to the kitchen and after retrieving another cup of coffee I go to the room used as a warehouse.

I enter and turn on the light.

The closet is small and full of shelves where hundreds of stationery items are displayed.

With my eyes I look for reams of paper and after a few moments I find them.

I approach the shelf and placing my coffee on the nearby shelf I rise on tiptoe raising my arms to grab a stack but suddenly the light goes out.

I swear mentally thinking that the light bulb has gone out when suddenly I feel a hand pressing hard on my mouth.

The sheets slip from my hands and spread all over the floor.

"Don't scream" whispers a warm voice in my ear.

I relax immediately when I realize whose cold fingers are resting on my lips.

Fingers in Vibranium.

I get away from his grasp in a bad way.

"What do you want?" I spit angrily looking for the light switch along the wall.

“I came to help my girlfriend” he says simply.

As if everything was okay, as if he hadn't spent the last three hours ignoring me.

Finally I find the switch and turn the light back on.

"Oh really?Am I your girlfriend now?" I answer sarcastically.

Bucky approaches me, our chest almost touch.

"Oh c'mon...don't do that" he bends down to kiss me but I escape his touch.

“No Bucky, that's not how it works!I want to be treated with respect!The fact that I allow you to tell me or do certain things to me in our intimacy does not authorize you to treat me like a whore in our relationship.You can't pick up and fuck me when you feel like it.You can't pretend for hours that I don't exist and then expect me to fall at your feet just for your stupid whim” I spit the words out in anger, he looks at me as if he doesn't understand what I'm talking about.

He stands in front of me again raising his hand and placing it on my face.

"I'm sorry doll.I'm an idiot.Forgive me”

I remain staring at him with my arms crossed in front of my chest, my sharp gaze fixed and emotionless planted in his gaze.

He raises his arms to the sky.

“Ok I was a jerk.Is that okay?" he tells me letting his arms fall along his body.

"James..." I sigh but he cuts me off immediately.

"I'm jealous.I feel devoured by jealousy knowing that you are close to that man"

James can't hold my gaze and turns his towards the door.

"I'm afraid that sooner or later you will realize that you have chosen the wrong man.He is perfect.Flawless.An agent and a model man with his stupid briefcase and his stupid tie.With that stupid face of him”

His words are full of anger.

"I hate to see him buzzing around you, always ready to touch you at any opportunity"

I smile amused raising an eyebrow.

"What do you find funny?" he asks me in an offended tone.

“Lucas never even touched me with a finger.Earlier I was the one who hugged him, I was excited about the new findings on the case and I let myself go.But I assure you that there was nothing romantic about my gesture"

I grab his hands and put them on my hips, mine are fastened behind his neck.

His gaze is still unsure.

“Lucas and I are just good friends.I had my chance to get him but I chose you.I will always choose you"

"He is in love with you.I see it.I get it from the way he looks at you”

His words are just a soft whisper.

"But I love you James"

His gaze softens and I take the opportunity to kiss him.

A sweet kiss.

"How about you drop everything tonight and I take you out to dinner?" Bucky asks me suddenly with enthusiasm and a pinch of hope.

“James…it doesn't seem like the right moment…”

“My little robin you has been ignoring me for more than a week.In the evening you come to my bed at unrealistic times and turn your back on me.You don't let me touch you anymore…and I'm not talking about sex.Neither a kiss nor a caress.I feel like you are slipping through my fingers…” he murmurs on my lips.

"I'm sorry.My head is in the air…too many agents have died, too many innocents.We must hurry to find a solution otherwise there will be more victims.I will have other innocents on my conscience..."

"Amaya if you continue at this rate you will go crazy.You have to stop.Nobody will tell you anything.And I'm not saying that because I want to have sex with you!I say this because I want to see you peaceful.I want to see you smile again”

“I'm so stressed out” I whimper bringing my hands to my face rubbing my eyes hard.

“I know doll, I know.For this you need a few hours of leisure.We are all in the same situation but we try to move forward by finding a foothold in the little things.You know Steve and Nat spend a few hours on the terrace every night, hugging each other enjoying the view.Tony and Pepper watch a different movie every night, snuggled on the sofa.Each of them seeks comfort in their partner so as not to go crazy...Amaya, you are the only one who is pushing the limits...you behave as if everything depended on you.You do not have to carry all the weight on your shoulders, we are a team and in a team we help each other.Let someone else take care of it for a few hours”

I sigh wearily.

After all, Bucky is right.

"What do you think?You all dolled up for me and I take you out for a diner, for a dance.Just a little time for us.Agreed?"

Bucky's sweet voice prompts me to accept.

"I'm in" I reply smiling at him.

"I'm sure it will do me good to switch off my brain a little" I add.

Bucky walks up to me again, his arms closing around my waist.

I rest my hands on the back of his neck playing with his hair.

He reaches down and kisses me, his tongue enters my mouth massaging mine.

A sweet, sensual kiss.

Bucky's Vibranium hand grabs the flesh of my hip while the other grazes my belly and then slips inside my pants.

I just flinch as his fingers brush my pussy through the fabric of my panties.

"What are you doing?" I moan on his lips.

Bucky pushes his lips away from mine and rests his forehead on mine.

“I help you to relax.Believe me you'll feel better later”

His voice is low, hoarse.

I close my eyes and surrender to his touch.

His fingers continue to massage my clit through the thin fabric then he takes his hand out of my pants and a moment later he slips it back between my legs but this time inside my panties.

He presses his big palm against my clit and I, prey to a primal instinct, begin to move my hips rubbing my sex against his hand.

He stands still and lets me give myself pleasure.

He is letting me choose what I want.

I keep moving and the gentle friction of my pulsating clit on his rough, callused palm makes me roll my eyes.

We are still front to front.

I begin to gasp against his mouth.

I feel so free right now.

It seems that every thought has disappeared from my head.

My beautiful Sergeant was right, I feel much better.

My hands are still on his neck and I pull him more towards me.

Panting I whisper on his lips "Sir please...use your fingers"

Bucky's mouth crashes into mine claiming a kiss of pure lust, all teeth and tongues.

Continuing to keep his palm still, he sticks two fingers inside me.

I grab his wrist and push his hand.

"Push deeper" I order and he obeys.

His fingers push to the bottom moving with decision.

My legs are shaking but Bucky's Vibranium arm holds me up and keeps me straight.

I feel a fire starting from the center of my body and radiating along my whole being.

We moan mouth to mouth regardless that anyone joining us can hear us.

I close my eyes and throwing my head back I cum murmuring his name.

Bucky removes his hand from my pants and brings it to his lips, licks his palm while his eyes remain chained to mine.

His beautiful sky-blue eyes now look almost black, darkened by the passion that devours them.

I grab his wrist again and lick at the same time he does, our tongues meet on the skin of his palm.

Then I slip my hand into my panties and after wetting my finger in my sweet moisture I bring it to his lips that he opens pliable.

I feel his tongue curl around my finger and suck.

We both moan in ecstasy.

“I love you James.I'm sorry I neglected you” I whisper after taking my finger out of his mouth.

His eyes are burning, flames of pure greed dance within them.

“Don't think about it anymore my little robin.I love you and I just want your serenity”

Bucky's arms close around my body, rocking me in a hug that makes me feel safe.

It makes me feel protected.

"My coffee will be cold by now" I mutter on his chest.

I hear his laughter vibrate in my ear.

"It's better that way.You've been drinking too much coffee lately” he lovingly scolds me.

"That's not true" I protest, looking into his eyes.

Bucky raises an eyebrow skeptically.

“Don't make that face!This was just the second coffee"

"Amaya...are you kidding me?"

“Ok ok!It was the third" I reply but his eyebrows now both rise upwards.

“Ok!Was it the fifth, you are happy now?"

I walk away from him huffing and starting to pick up the papers from the floor.

Bucky bends to his knees to help me.

Once finished we join the others in the meeting room.

"Good time Snow!Were you lost?" Tony tells me in an amused tone.

I know where he wants to go.

"Tony shut up" I answer passing him by and giving him a playful shoulder.

Lucas's eyes stop in mine for a moment but they have the power to make me embarrassed.

He knows why I wasted my time, he understood it.

“Leave them alone Tony!They are lovebirds and it is normal for them to jump on each other every moment" says Sam with a wink at Stark.

Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Oh that's fine with me...as long as you clean up after that" Tony retorts with a shrug.

We all burst out laughing.

Except for Lucas, his eyes remain glued to some papers he holds in his hand.

"You're disgusting Stark" Natasha replies, who then winks at me.

"Ok now it's enough" I raise my voice to make me hear between laughter.

Bucky walks past me and slaps my ass.

"Let them have fun doll" he whispers in my ear.

And I turn red from head to toe.

"Idiot" I murmur under my breath rolling my eyes.

As lunchtime arrives, the room begins to empty.

It's just me, Nat and Lucas left.

I approach my best friend.

"Hey Nat, is it a problem for you if I go away for a couple of hours tonight?I know we're overworked but…”

She cuts me off right away.

"Honey, there's no problem.If you hadn't asked me tonight I would have told you about it.I see you too tired, stressed out.You need a break”

I sigh at my friend's words.

"That's the same thing Bucky told me" I admit.

"So night of pure and wild sex?" winks Nat in my direction.

Lucas's head turns towards us and when he realizes that I'm watching him, he brings his attention back to the videos he was watching but by listening, I can understand it from the stiffness in his posture.

“Bucky wants to take me out to dinner.A nice thing.Romantic I suppose”

I shrug because I actually don't know what awaits me for the evening.

“And rough sex at the end of the night” laughs Nat.

I laugh with her.

"Obviously" I reply with a wink.

We laugh again.

Lucas' voice puts an end to our laughter.

"I have to go.I will keep you informed in case of news.Bye”

He doesn't even wait for our answer, he turns his heel and leaves.

"Ouch...he didn't take it so well" chuckles Natasha.

“I'm sorry but he knows very well we're just friends”

“Really Snow?You will be his friend but he is in love with you” my friend points out.

"I know" I sigh.

"Come on forget about it!Go get ready and make yourself beautiful for your evening, I'll finish here" Nat tells me pushing me towards the door.

"Are you sure?" I ask her.

As happy as I am to spend some time alone with Bucky, I feel guilty about leaving my position.

"For the love of heaven Amaya!Go!"

I roll my eyes as I walk to my room.

"Yes ma'am" I answer her.

I feel thrilled and excited about the evening that awaits me more than I want to admit.

Bucky POV

"Is it alright pal?" Steve asks me, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Sure" I reply as I resume hitting the punching bag rhythmically.

After Amaya and I returned to the meeting room where everyone else was, we got back to work.

She continued to smile at me all the time, every time our eyes met a very sweet smile was painted on her lips.

My little robin is really beautiful.

And I'm not the only one who thinks it.

I have often bitten Scott to stare at my girlfriend for too long and it freaks me out.

I believe her when she tells me they're just friends.

My problem is that he doesn't see her as a friend, he is still in love with her.

We are now in the training room because Steve asked me if I wanted to keep him company.

I hit the sack violently imagining it's Scott's stupid face.

"Take it easy Buck" reminds me Steve.

"I'm fine.I just need to let off steam.I punch the sack and save his face, a great compromise” I gasp as I punch another volley at the poor sack which dangles dangerously as if it wanted to detach itself from the ceiling.

“You have no reason to be jealous.You know Amaya is crazy about you” Steve points out as he wipes his sweat.

I stop and grab the bag with both hands to stop his swinging motion.

“I know but it's not easy.How would you react if Nat worked closely with a man in love with her?" I gasp as I try to catch my breath.

"I would trust her"

I laugh at his response.

“That's why between the two of us you have always been the best.You are wise.I'm the wild one”

I chuckle as Steve rolls his eyes.

Then he approaches me handing me a towel and a bottle of water.

"Thanks dude" I smile at him.

I wipe the sweat from my face and after placing the towel on one shoulder I drink the water in a single sip.

"So where are you taking her tonight?" my best friend asks me curiously.

"Nothing special...I reserved a table at The River Cafe" I reply pretending indifferent.

"What?Nothing special?Buddy that's one of the most romantic and most expensive restaurants in New York” laughs Steve giving me a push.

"I know, I know.I just want it to be special.I want that she feel special for one night.That she understands that I love her.That I really love her” I murmur.

"Do you want to ask her to marry you?" Steve's eyes seem to want to get out of their sockets.

I choke on my own saliva at Steve's question.

I cough convulsively as I try to speak.

"What?No, no, no.I love her but I want to take things calmly. A step at a time" I reply.

"You rather" I tease him “When are you going to propose to Natasha?You have been together for 4 years now.Don't you think the time has come?"

I see him blush and look away from me.

“Oh man!You already did it?" I ask him incredulously that he hasn't said anything to me.

"No I did not.And do you think I would do it without first talking about it with you?" Steve replies pretending to be offended.

We giggle together.

"To tell the truth I have been thinking about it for a few days but first I want this case of the stolen Vibranium to be solved" he explains to me.

"Yes, I also think it is better to wait.This whole thing is already giving us too many worries”

Steve and I chat for a few more minutes then decide by mutual agreement to eat something together.

We head to the kitchen and as we walk down the long corridor Agent Scott comes to meet us.

"Hey Lucas where are you going?" Steve asks politely.

“I'm going away, I have some work to do”

Thank God he will finally get out of the way for today.

Maybe God doesn't hate me that much.

“Why don't you grab a sandwich with us?You too have been awake since before dawn and you will surely be hungry"

I am caught off guard by Steve's words.

Maybe God doesn't hate me but I'm starting to think that the one who hates me is my best friend.

Steve and his stupid kindness.

Fuck!

I just hope Agent Blondie has the good sense to refuse.

And as if he could read my thoughts Lucas' eyes stop in mine and with a big smile printed on that stupid face of him he exclaims “Sure, I'm hungry.Thank you”

I curse myself mentally and pretending to smile I walk towards the kitchen followed by the two blondes chatting behind me.

Damn Steve, he's paying for this.

Once in the kitchen Steve grabs everything he needs to make turkey sandwiches.

For a few minutes silence reigns.

Then an idea leaps into my head.

Let's play "pissing off Lucas".

I will have fun for sure.

“Hey Steve, can't you lend me your burgundy jacket tonight?You know dress code is required at The River Cafe”

Steve approaches the table with three sandwiches on his plate, hands us one each and sits next to me.

Lucas is on the other side of the table, right in front of me.

His eyes are scrutinizing me carefully.

"Of course.Oh and I'll also lend you the tie of the same color.You'll make a great impression!"

“Wow The River Cafe” Lucas interjects.

“Great place.A luxury venue.I didn't think you could afford it”

Lucas throws it there as if nothing had happened.

Steve's eyes immediately move to me, they are wide open and full of panic.

He surely fears in my violent reaction.

But it won't happen.

I imagined such a comment from him and I already have the answer ready for him.

“Don't worry man.I can afford more things than you think.

For example, I can afford to be with Amaya.Do you know her?Gorgeous, red hair?The same one you can't take your eyes off”

The jaw of the blond in front of me tightens, his eyes thin.

“Don't sing victory Barnes.She could always change her mind…” he is teasing me.

He wants me to lose my temper and then pose with Amaya as a poor boy who was attacked by the monster.

I smile at his words.

"Don’t hold your breath while waiting blond" I reply chewing a bite of my sandwich.

He seems to want to argue but something is holding him back.

What a shame.

I would have loved to have hit that perfect little face.

Steve looks back and forth between me and Agent Scott.

He seems ready to divide us.

But Lucas, much to my chagrin, gets up and leaves not before saying goodbye to Steve and ignoring me.

"For a moment I was afraid he would hit you" Steve smiles amusedly.

I smile slyly, shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't deny you that for a moment I wanted it.Having a pretext to punch him would save me unnecessary arguments with Amaya”

Steve shakes his head dejectedly as he finishes eating his sandwich.

"Ok I'm going to take a shower and get ready" I announce.

“Ok brother.Then you come for the jacket”

I go to my room and start getting ready.

I feel as excited as a fucking girl on her first date.

I know that's not the case with us, but it's still the first time I've taken Amaya out for dinner.

I want everything to be perfect, I want her to feel like a queen tonight.

When I get out of the shower, I position myself in front of the bathroom mirror and run a hand over the misted glass due to the humidity created by the hot water.

I look at myself for a moment passing my hand through my beard, I would like to cut it to have a more sophisticated look for this evening but I will not do it because I know how much my doll likes it.

I dry and fix my hair and beard and then go back to my room to get dressed.

I wear a pair of elegant black trousers and a shirt which is also black, I spray a little perfume and after wearing a pair of black and shiny Dior derby shoes, I go to Steve's room.

I knock on the door and Nat comes to open and greets me with a whistle of appreciation.

“Wow Buck!You are stunning man"

I blush embarrassed, I did not expect such a welcome.

Nat grabs my hand and pulls me inside laughing.

"Hey man!" Steve greets me handing me the tie and then the jacket.

I finish preparing myself under the watchful eye of my friends.

"So?What do you think?" I ask taking a ride on myself.

"Great!" Nat exclaims, clapping her hands like a child.

Steve raises his thumbs upwards smiling.

"Good.I'm going” I sigh.

I suddenly feel nervous.

I walk towards Amaya's room.

I take a deep breath and with a trembling hand I knock on her door.

When she opens the door my jaw almost touches the floor.

I've never seen anything beautiful in my life.

Amaya wears a very simple little black dress with a red belt at the waist, and at her feet she wears dizzying heels that bring to mind only unchaste thoughts.

On her face only a touch of make-up and her inevitable crimson red lipstick.

Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail.

This woman knows exactly how to make me lose my mind.

"What do you think?" she asks me making a turn on herself.

"You're perfect as always" I answer her grabbing her hips and leaving a kiss on her neck.

I don't want to ruin her lipstick.

Not yet at least.

"And sexy to take the breath away" I add with a wink.

She laughs just bending her head to the side of her, her wonderful green eyes like absinthe stare at me full of love.

"Let's go or we'll be late"

I grab her hand and drag her with me.

Amaya smiles in amusement.

"Where are you taking me?I'm curious” she chirps with sweet eyes.

Little temptress.

"Is a surprise.Trust me”

We leave the tower holding hands and with a small nod I stop a taxi.

I make my little robin sit in and after closing the door I go to the driver's window indicating the address and explaining that it was a surprise for my girlfriend.

We walk the streets of New York in pleasant silence.

Amaya's head rests on my chest as her gaze takes in the skyline.

I kiss her head breathing deeply the wonderful scent of her and I find myself overwhelmed by my own thoughts.

When I was living in the 40s and I was just James Barnes I just dreamed of coming back from the war, marrying a good girl and maybe getting a job in a factory.

I would have led a normal life.

Ordinary.

But then Hydra broke my dreams.

Hydra destroyed my life.

But ever since that day on the Helicarrier, when I rescued Steve from the Potomac, I began to realize the direction my life had taken and from that moment I have always felt a kind of emptiness.

A void that is difficult to explain.

I had lost everything.

My mother, my sisters, my brother.

Steve.

I had missed the opportunity to live my life.

Now I was just a danger, a monster that had to be hunted and killed.

For years I have thought that perhaps the easiest solution, the most obvious one, was death.

What life prospects did I have?

I was dangerous, the monster inside me could have jumped out at any moment.

I could have hurt other innocent people.

But then Steve came along.

A smile escapes my lips.

He always believed in me.

For him I will always be worth.

After Wakanda I started to hope again.

The Winter Soldier no longer existed.

I had my best friend again and had met others.

Natasha, Sam, Tony, Sharon...

I said to myself "Let's try it" and I tried.

I tried to integrate into the world, a world not mine.

Stranger.

A world that had evolved in my absence, a world that had moved on without me.

I tried to love, to have a woman by my side as I had always dreamed of.

I really thought it worked.

But at night, when the world slept, that little emptiness reappeared and grew bigger and bigger.

Everyday more.

And in that emptiness, between the screams and the pain, I saw all the people I had hurt when I was him.

The monster.

I didn't remember the names but I remembered every single face.

I remembered the fear in their eyes, those silent pleas.

How many fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, friends have I snatched from life?

Many.

Too many.

And in the end the void had become a chasm capable only of sucking into it what little hope I had allowed myself to feel.

Until she arrived…Amaya.

I smile and watch her as she is lost in her thoughts, the city lights reflecting in her green eyes.

Those eyes that have captivated me from the first moment, it took just a glance of her to understand how screwed I was now.

Gone.

Gone for that wonderful woman with sinful red hair and tempting beautiful lips.

Amaya feels my gaze on her and lifts her face to mine.

"Why are you smiling Sergeant?" she whispers to me, caressing my chest.

I smile even more.

"I'm happy"

I kiss her.

"I am happy and I love you" I repeat to her holding her tighter to me.

Her head comes back to my chest.

"I'm happy too and I love you too" I hear her murmur on the skin of my neck.

The taxi begins to slow down.

We are almost there.

I feel excited and scared at the same time.

I hope she likes this place.

The taxi stops in front of the restaurant entrance, I pay the ride and get off.

I open the door to Amaya and hold out my hand to help her.

She clings to my arm and gazes at the place in ecstasy.

I drink from the wonder that oozes from her eyes.

"Do you like here?" I ask her, a little agitated.

She doesn't speak, she clings to my arm with all the strength she has.

Her small hands, delicate but capable of killing, convulsively grip the fabric of my jacket.

I watch her as her gaze is lost in front of her.

This is one of the many reasons why I love her.

She too has her past, difficult and sad.

Her hands are dripping blood like mine.

Basically we are only two lonely and desperate souls that found each other.

Two souls who seek only to give each other comfort and love.

"James..." my name a whisper on her lips.

"Tell me my little robin" I urge her to speak.

She seems to have lost the capacity.

"This place…this place is great.Magnificent.But also too expensive.You shouldn't have”

In her eyes I can see some guilt.

“Hey don't think about it.This evening is for you.I want it to be perfect!Do not think about anything.Just relax” I tell her, kissing her temple.

She pulls away from my arm and turns completely to me.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me softly.

I reply to the kiss while my arms close around her waist by tightening her as much as possible against my body.

"I love you"

"I love you too doll"

We remain embraced some more moment then I grab her hand.

"Let's go" I tell her.

And together we enter.

The evening proceeds pleasantly, the food is superb and Amaya is a great company.

Let's spend time chatting with a breathtaking view to make us backdrop.

I tell to Amaya my childhood, of how to live in the 40s.

She talks to me about her childhood, tells me about his life and of what her dreams were.

Of how she had spent the last years looking for his parents' killer.

For the first time she talks to me about them.

"They were killed on August 20th.On my birthday" she tells me.

I am astonished in silence.

"Do you know?Every year, in that particular day, I make a madness" she smiles without joy.

"As if with a madness I could exorcise the pain.That pain always present but unbearable on that particular day" she murmurs.

"A few years ago I swam naked in the Hudson and I risked the assumption.A year I got drunk until I lose the senses.Last year I did something I had never done.I decided to have sex with a stranger"

She smiles in a clever manner by beating his long eyelashes sensually.

I am increasingly coated.

"Really?" I ask her.

"Oh yes!And you don't imagine my surprise when I saw you in that pub" she says.

She has a strange look in her eyes, as if she hids me something.

"You just don't remember me, right?" she suddenly asks me after a few moments of silence.

I look confused at her.

"What do you mean?"

Her sweet laugh resonates in my ears.

"We had already known each other.I doubt you can remember by the way" she says.

I think carefully about her words but I just can't understand what she's talking about.

I try to strive but I think I would remember her if I had already met her somewhere.

"A few years ago" she starts telling "Hydra gave you a task.Kill the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. but for your misfortune on the day you attacked him I was at his side"

She stops and grabs her glass of wine for a sip.

Her eyes don't even come off for a moment from mine.

"And...oh man I kick your ass that day, so bad!" she laughs amused.

But I can't laugh.

I feel panic assail me.

"I hurt you?" I murmurs in a trembling voice.

My hands close into fist under the table.

"Oh yeah...a lot!You fractured me the arm in three points, two ribs cracked, jaw displaced, you cut me a nerve of the thigh with a stab and I brought a cranial trauma.But hey!Don't do that face because you didn't go better"

I barely smile.

She continues with her story.

"I cut you your metal arm"

"You what?" I sweep away.

"You understood well!Fighting we ended up a window of a DIY store.You greeted me on the window and you were thrown up on me, I managed to beat your head against the wall and you fell to the ground stunned.Next to me there was an ax and so, without thinking twice, I grabbed it and I cut your arm.Just in the elbow's hollow.I took advantage of that moment to escape.You are the only goal I have ever failed.Before you no one had ever came out alive of a fight with me"

I looked at her.

I am absolutely speechless.

I don't remember anything about this.

"What do you think?Are you under shock?" she asks me laughing in a amused way.

How can I tell her?

How can I tell her that right now a thought is invading my head?

"Ok this will seem strange to you but...I'm horny right now" I admit.

The thought of her fighting me without a rememing, wildly, sends me out of my mind.

Imagine her covered with blood and dust, while she is indomitable make boil the blood in the veins.

Amaya throws her head back laughing heartly.

"Are you serious?" she asks between a laugh and another.

"Absolutely doll.Think about you fierce while fights is a somewhat exciting thing"

We laugh together and then return serious.

"I knew thet approached you that night would be a mistake" admits Amaya toying with a piece of bread.

"But I'll do it back.You were my most beautiful mistake"

"You too are my most beautiful mistake" I reply by grabbing her hand and holding it to my lips.

"What do you say if we go?Nearby there is a very nice bar.Let's go for a drink" I invite her.

She for her answering nods and after paying the bill we head to the bar.

We enjoy the hot air of this late July evening.

I pull the jacket and the tie and roll up the sleeves of the shirt.

Amaya stops and putting herself in front of me she unbutton the first two buttons of my shirt and her hands disorder a little my hair.

"So it's better.I prefer you more wild" she laughs and gives me a kiss.

Arriving at the bar we take up at the counter and order two beers.

We continue to chat, exchanging kiss and caresses all the times.

"I have to go to the bathroom.Excuse me" Amaya tells me kissing my lips and getting up from her place.

I look at her as she walks away from me, her hips swaying provocative to every step.

First go to the door that will take her to the bathroom she turns to me, she wink and disappears.

I lick my lips and after drinking another sip of beer I get up and follow her.

It's like a dejavu.

I enter the bathroom where silence reigns.

I don't even have time to look around me as a small hand grabs my shirt and drags me into the first cubicle.

Amaya's tongue immediately takes hold of my mouth.

She kisses me with fury, with passion.

Her hands immediately go to look for the buttons on my shirt.

"Ma'am please stop" I murmur, smiling on her lips.

“My girlfriend is waiting for me over there”

Amaya laughs amused and she kisses me again.

When her hands finish with my shirt she moves to my pants, she pulls them down with the boxers to mid-thigh, and then kneels at my feet.

I grab her face with my hands and with my thumbs I caress her lips.

"I love you" I whisper to her looking into her eyes.

She doesn't answer me, she grabs my erection in her hands and without ever taking her gaze from mine he brings it to her lips.

Her perfect pink tongue ends in her lips and she goes to lick the red tip of my cock, just teasing it.

Then her red, warm lips wrap around it.

I grab her head harder than and I guide her.

I fuck her mouth, moaning softly.

I move back and forth hard, I can feel myself hitting her throat.

But my little robin knows what to do and she tilts her head back to welcome me as much as she can.

She lets me do it and when I cum she eagerly drinks every drop of me.

Licking my entire length over and over again, sucking my balls making obscene sounds.

She lifts herself up kissing me while her hand starts to masturbate me, my erection begins to grow again.

I turn her back and lift her dress over her hips.

"Does it remind you of something robin?"

Amaya nods panting in anticipation.

I kneel behind her

and take off her panties I put them in my pocket.

I run a finger all the way down her slit, she's already soggy.

“Oh doll…I haven't even touched you yet and you're already all wet for me.You're so ready” I whisper on her skin that is covered with chills.

"I'm always ready for you" she gasps.

I pass a finger again and then leave her an almost impalpable kiss.

My hands rest on her ass, spreading it out, to get a better view of her beautiful pussy.

I lick her and her legs tremble.

I lick her again but this time I insert a finger into her warm flesh.

I feel it tighten around my finger, milking it.

I lift myself up and grabbing my throbbing erection, I guide its inside her body.

We both moan.

I grab her hips and squeeze hard, I want my fingerprints to stay on her body for days.

I begin to push hard by grabbing her leg.

I place my arm in the hollow of her knee, lifting her leg.

Her arm tightens around my neck while she holds herself against the wall with the other hand so as not to lose her balance.

My Vibranium arm tightens around her waist and my hand lowers until it reaches her clit.

I massage it following the pace of my thrusts.

Amaya's head tilts back, resting on my shoulder.

I turn my face in search of her lips and when I find them I bite its and then suck her lower lip.

"I love you" she moans on my lips.

"I love you" she repeats as the orgasm overwhelms her.

I keep pushing in her until I cum too overwhelmed by an orgasm that seems to shake up my soul.

I rest my forehead against her.

"I love you too doll"

We try to get dressed quickly before anyone can find us.

"James, I need my panties" Amaya tells me as I step out of the cramped cubicle to rinse my hands.

I pretend not to hear her.

"James!" she calls me back.

"Do you want to give me my panties back?"

"No, I don't think I will"

I laugh amused at her expression.

"Are you serious?And should I be without panties all evening?"

"I think so but do not worry...we are going home now and once there you will certainly not need it" I reply sensually as I wave her underwear in front of her face.

She looks at me with a mischievous smile on her lips.

She approaches and fiddling with the collar of my shirt she whispers "Aren't you done with me yet?"

"Oh doll...we are only at the beginning.For tonight you will be mine and only mine”

I kiss her with passion, our tongues dance together sensually.

We are interrupted by two girls who come in giggling, look at us and after exchanging a look they giggle again.

I think they have a perfect understanding of what just happened between me and Amaya.

We go back to the bar and pay for the beers, not before arguing with Amaya about who to offer.

In less than twenty minutes we are home.

We head towards the lift and once inside I grab her by the thighs and lift her, making her legs wrap around me.

I press her against the walls of the elevator and kiss her passionately, stroking her thighs left uncovered by her dress.

“James stop!You know there are cameras" laughs Amaya amused.

"I don't want to let Tony see us while we have sex"

"Why not?" I tease her.

She punches me in the chest.

“Stop it perverted” she laughs heartily.

"Ok" I give up and put her back down on her feet.

Once the elevator doors open, Amaya grabs me by the hand and takes me to her room.

The tower is dark and silent.

The only sound comes from my girlfriend's heels tapping rhythmically on the white marble floor.

As soon as I enter her room I take possession of her lips again.

"Are you ready?Because I will not stop until you are begging me to do so"

I take her in my arms and carry her to the bed, I lay her down on it and admire her in all the splendor of her while she eagerly waits for me to make her mine over and over again.

Her hair is scattered on the white sheets, the contrast between the red of her hair and the white of the sheets is hypnotic.

Her clear eyes seem to illuminate the entire firmament.

She is so beautiful that it hurts.

And I love her, I love her with every fiber of my being.

I feel my heart tighten to this sweet feeling of mine.

I feel happy.

I am happy.

I'm finally happy.

I look at her intensely and suddenly I remember.

"I have something for you doll.

Wait here, I'll be right back"

I bend down to give her a kiss and then I head to my room.

I hope she likes my surprise.

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A Bloom In Time Ch21 Witch Hazelle And Timmy

www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrkQpENoDkg

(So there's this witch NPC in Nyakuza Metro and thought she'd be a good addition to the story and by popular demand Timmy! As he's gonna be an important key to Moonjumper later. The pics ain't mine, got it from A Hat In Time wiki.)

Well this garden was starting to at least LOOK decent....ish.

The giant ghost hovered above the area he picked out with seemed to be a pretty decent size away from any cursed statues, traps, or talking nooses or swamps. But also close enough to his home that he could get here at a moment's notice. The area was a fairly large decent size circled in by giant rocks to make an almost perfect wall around it. PERFECT place to have a mushroom garden, so carefully all the minions would dig holes large enough for the mushrooms they were carrying and placed them into their new home before being replanted. All kinds of shapes and sizes were placed down with the stone walls and a line of bushes were planted along with them. Leaving a pretty big area in the middle he...was still trying to figure out what to put as a center piece in the giant opening but for now he'd leave it plan. There was also a small corner of the garden that wasn't mushrooms or bushes. There was planted at least seven of those giant apple plants that grew giant purple apples like once a day. Wasn't much but what else could he do in a cursed forest? Well, they were far from done as this whole thing would take a while to complete, until then he had a few other things to worry about.  Like a new way to keep those girls out of the forest since his original plan backfired. But right now he could start by fixing this one dress of hers.

Snatcher had it all laid out on the floor of his home. Laying a hand on the upper half, he neatly drew a straight line across the wideth of the dress above all the tears and holes using one of his feathered pens. The dress would be about a foot shorter than it orginally wasbut it would still be very much fine for her to wear freely. Once he got done he reached over to grab at a pair of scissors, but didn't see the smaller pale hand grab it and yank it out of his reach. When Snatcher didn't feel the scissors, he turned his head in that direction but stopped seeing it wasn't anywhere where he left it. 

"Looking for these?"

His face snapped to the female voice with a snarl but once the sight of the woman who DARED enter his home let alone his forest entered his vision he paused for maybe two seconds before that snarl turned into a deep scowl with narrowed eyes. "What are YOU doing here? Can't you see I'm busy?"

The brown haired woman shrugged twirling the scissors in her hand. "I could ask you the same thing, Snatchy." Her brow rose once her copper eyes glanced over at the dress he was attempted to fix. "You're a tailor now, or is this some kind of new hobby for you?"

"Neither! Gimme those!" He quickly Snatched the pair of scissors away from her still frowning and turned back to his work. 

She faked a hurt expression and put a hand to her chest. "That hurts Snatchy. It really does. In all the five hundred years we've known each other you're still that cruel spirit you've always been."

"And you're still that annoying witch." She finally got him to turn his face towards the smiling witch dressed in white and pink and groaned. "We both know you're not here for no reason. What ARE you here for, Hazelle?"

"You got me.~" She smiled real smug like and had the audacity to walk over to his large red arm chair and plopped down in it. Leaning her head in one hand and crossing her legs. "Well, the usual. I wanted to stop by and grab some of these cursed vines for my supplies. Maybe grab some swamp water for my famous grab-o-war spells, comes in handy when someone doesn't want to pay their side of our bargains. And of course I was wondering why you haven't come by asking for more blue potions of the dead. You usually get a big supply every few weeks."

After a few seconds of frowning at her, Snatcher turned back to the dress in his claws and took the scissors. Starting at one side he started cutting along the drawn line as straight as possible. "A lot of things have happened in the past week."

"Hm. Like what? Nothing has really happened since that little alien came back." Her eyes glanced down to the dress again he was handling. That certainly wasn't any child's dress, too big, but it was just the right size for a grown woman her size. Smiling wider she chuckled. "Unless it's because you've been distracted by a pretty lady?~"

"WHAT?!" Any dweller or minion within range of his voice fled at the flare up of anger coming from their boss and he sure showed it when glaring at the witch but the yellow flush to his cheeks gave her any confirmation she needed as Hazelle sat there smiling through his tantrum. Snatcher dropped the scissors with a thump and pointed at her. "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL PECK GAVE YOU THAT STUPID PECKING IDEA YOU FOOL!?"

"Well, considering that the dress you're working on is obviously a young lady's and the fact that your face is more yellow than a dandelion is telling me otherwise, Snatchy.~"

"DON'T CALL ME SNATCHY! YOU KNOW I HATE THAT,  WITCH!!" With a hiss he snapped back to the dress and continued on with his work as if nothing happened scowling...But Hazelle frowned.

"You know I was only kidding, Snatchy. I was genuinely curious about why you didn't come by to get any potions from me after saying you would. It's not like you." Her copper eyes glanced out of the ghost's home and towards the outside as if she was searching for something but didn't see anything beyond the normal dark cursed forest, and purple aura everywhere. " Some of your underlings out there have been gossiping." The ghost stopped but didn't look at her. "They're saying you have a new human girl working under you, which isn't too surprising since you've done this schtick before.....But I am finding it a bit strange you're helping one."

".....Where did you hear that?," he asked in a low tone.

"Like I said some of your little fellows out there are talking up a storm. And here I thought the dead all liked to rest in peace. But considering you're caught fixing an adult sized dress I'm assuming it's true?"

SNatcher went silent again. Not moving or looking at the woman behind him confirming or denying anything that was just asked. After a few tense silent moments of her staring at his back he began to move again but remained silent. His arms doing something she couldn't see since he had his back towards her but after a moment his arm made an upwards moment and she could see a large needle the perfect size for him and a light blue thread attatched to it. Which meant he was sewing some part of the dress after he cut some part of it off. Luckily for her, Hazelle was a patient woman and just kept silentlt watching him work from his comfy spot. After about ten minutes of this silence, the needle was bought down and he did something else she couldn't see. A moment later a sewing kit floated up from him and copper eyes watched it fly over to place itself on the book shelf he had in here. One moment later he leaned back up and his long arms held up the light blue dress, flapping it once to shake the loose dust off of it and looking over his handywork. The blue dress looked as good as new, no more holes or rips, even if it did have a few dirt and grass stands, but that was ok. It was a foot shorter too but all in all, not bad if he did say so himself. Once again his amazing skills had saved the day, Poppy should be happy she won't have to be needing to replace her old dress anytime soon. More relaxed, Snatcher hung the dress over one of his arms and turned to Hazelle still staring at him patiently. The two stared at each other for a moment, before she spoke up.

She pointed a hand at him. "Something big is going on here. I can tell by that look on your face, old friend. You can't fool me."

"Why would I tell you? Nothing's happened. 'Sides. Nothing here I can't handle!" He huffed and reached one of his long arms over to drop the blue dress over the back of the red chair above her head. It was a big armchair.

"Do you know how much you contradicted yourself in those few sentences?" She rolled her eyes and leaned over. "Come on. You KNOW I ALWAYS find out one way or another eventually whether it's by you or me prodding around a bit."

"Anyone ever tell you you're a pain!?"

"All the time, Snatchy.~ But, c'mon. You know I'm right anyways. I'll meet her eventually, so spill." She leaned back all comfy like in the chair smiling that grin. "I got all eternity now.~ Something about one of those minions saying time piece sounds interesting. What'd I miss?"

Well....She wasn't wring about that. Or the fact that if he DIDN'T tell her, Hazelle would most definately find out and it was ALWAYS more hard for him to deal with things when she found out things on her own, so.....He spilt the beans. All of it. From him stupidly 'borrowing' a time piece(which Hazelle called him a dummy for doing) to finally getting it all resolved, and now...His situation with Poppy and how exactly she ended up with them. Leaving out just a few details like his embarrassing crawl, or the fact he was planting a garden for Poppy. Hazelle would tease him for that for sure. She also DEFINATELY didn't need to know about his true feelings for her so he have told her about him being strictly friends with her and trying to make things right with her once and for all. By the end of his brief and blunt explanition Hazelle was giving him a surprised look.

"So...Let me get this straight." She pointed at him. "You had this great...*cough cough* dumb*cough* idea to use MAGIC ALIEN TECHNOLOGY that no one besides that alien to a degree can use to try and erase your ex-fiance from existance, brought everyone back to life, and discovered that the woman this alien saved happened to be your dear friend when you were both alive." She held up a finger. "BUT this is also the same woman who your ex got jealous and killed you over. And now you're clingy manipulating her into your servitude to keep her close. ......Am I hearing this right?"

"HEY!! I did NOT 'manipulate' her! It was an offer she couldn't refuse. And with me as her boss what could go wrong?"......A book was thrown square in his face. "OW!!" Clutching his face, he growled at her. "What is WITH you people and attacking ghosts?!"

Hazelle was standing giving him her own glare. "YOU. TRICKED. HER. Plain and simple! How do you think the poor girl feels about having her soul guarded by her long lost dead friend who CLEARLY has some issues with being clingy?" He stared at her for a moment. Words sinking infor a good long while before with a guilty frown Snatcher turned his gaze down in shame. Hazelle stood there for a moment watching him. Her brain whirling for the answers before her face became surprised again...Then worried. "Oh no...You DIDNT!!" He still didn't look up and she scowled again. "From what you've told me.....You haven't told her yet, have you?"

"NO!! OK!!" He looked at her with some kind of expression. Wasn't angry, or sad...Sort of a bit panicked and worried as he stared at her. "I ....I CANT!!" Hazelle's brow rose higher. "...A- At least not now."

"And why not? Don't you think she's going to have questions eventually?"

"YES!! But-...." He sighed and floated down until he rested on the floor of the home, his hands coming up to rub at his face. A moment of silence glanced over the two as he continued to rub his face. ".....I.....can't." He forced out in a small voice. It sounded really forced and above a whisper but she still heard it enough for her to drop the scowl she was giving him. He remained with his face buried in his hands for a good silent moment before he heard some shuffling sounds and felt a presence sit beside. And later felt a hand pressed up again his shoulder. .....Slowly looking up, he peeked out at Hazelle sitting next to him and giving him a sad look.

"Hey. Come on. You know what happened wasn't your fault."

"I KNOW THAT!! And you know that!....But the question is." He looked back down at his hands. Never wishing they weren't so purple before. "Will she think that? Will she believe it's....my fault?"

Hazelle hesitated...but gave a reassuring smile to try and ease her ghostly friend's worries. "Well, you never know if you never tell her. And...It's kinda unfair she doesn't get to know about you while you're having her work for you-"

"I KNOW!! AND I WILL TELL HER!!"

"When?" Hazelle asked back crossing her arms and raising a brow. "When are you planning on telling her the trueth, Snatcher?"

"I-....I-I don't know. B-But not right now. It's too early after everything that's happened. It's best to let everyone settle in with the reality of it first. Especially her." He jumped and blinked over at Hazelle when she grabbed his hand. 

Her face was worried but still stern as she gazed him directly in the eyes. "Take an old friend's advice. It's important she get's to know sooner rather than later, ok? The longer you take the more complications you're going to have."

"Yeah, yeah." He pulled his hand away to cross his arms again. "I get it!"

"How many people know of this?"

".....Just you and me. And maybe some of them." He nodded his head towards the outside of his home just as a few of his underlings ran by yelling. Oh. He must've meant them. "But they wouldn't say anything-.....WHAT THE PECK!?" A blur of white and color zipped by after the screaming minions and he instantly threw a scowl back at Hazelle who seemed a little bit surprised as well as Snatcher pointed a hand out of the entrance of his home. "You care to explain?"

"Oh. Shifty must be having a little bit of playtime. He was frozen for a long, long time you know." He turned back to her about to ask what the heck she was going on about when a sudden white rainbow blur lept into his home with a loud thud against the floor. He instinctively shot himself back a few feet from the massive pile of laundry that laid upon the ghost's floor. It looked like a badly sewn together white blanket that someone tried to fix by sewing all kinds of colorful patches to it.  After a bit it moved and he froze in surprised as the thing moved unnaturally up on four tiny legs under it and through it's head back revealing a darkened abyss inside the covers and many eyes blinking at him. He knew at once what this was and hissed as he pointed at it. "WHAT. IS. THAT. THING. DOING BACK IN MY FOREST?!" 

He shot Hazelle a look demanding answers but the witch shrugged and smiled happily as the thing crawled on it's four legs over to it's master and crawled unnaturally halfway onto her lap. She smiled like a mother would smile at her child and pet the creature on it's head. It made a rumbling thrum that he supposed was his form of purring and relaxed in her hold. "What's a witch without her familiar? Especially since he was frozen in that dreadful woman's home this whole time. Another reason I was so curious about what was going on." She cooed and wrapped her arms around the giant thrumming creature with a hum. "One day I just woke up and there he was sitting right outside! I was so happy to finally get my beloved Shapeshifter back! I was wondering how the world he escaped, but now it all makes sense." Her smile turned smug again. "But I think you left out the part where you and Moonjumper were sharing the same body."

Snatcher instantly bristled fluff shooting up. "HEY!! Not by choice!" He pointed a hand at the thrumming creature. "And you keep that voodoo whatchamacallit pecking thing AWAY from my soul stash! I swear it if starts playing with one like a toy again I'll send it back to that ice cube!"

IN response the creature's eyes narrowed and a growl came out but Hazelle patted his back to calm him. "Now, now. Shifty loves playing with spirits. He didn't know any better. Maybe keep your stash somewhere safer than trapped in the ground."

"What a minute....HOW THE PECK DID YOU KNOW ABOUT US SHARING A BODY?!"

"Well, you know I'm teaching that young man of his magic. He's been acting all nervous like and told be all about it.~"

He stared at her for a moment....before growling and shoving an accusing finger in her face. "YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME!!! AND TRICK ME INTO TELLING YOU!!"

"Hey. I didn't know everything," she retorted back, " I didn't know this lady was around or you have feelings for her-''

"SHE. IS. A. FRIEND!! STRICTLY FRIENDS!! ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE!!"

"Maybe that is the truth. Maybe you two WERE just friends," she pointed out seriously, "But thing's aren't the same as they were a thousand years ago, Snatchy. She doesn't know you are...well YOU. And she probably doesn't see you as a friend anymore because she doesn't know YOU you. She probably sees you as a 'boss' when you obviously see her as an old friend and like her more than that. You gotta get all this sorted out soon. Right now it sounds like a giant mess and you need to take a broom to it and sweep all the problematic dust away."

"I KNOW!!" He held his hands up. "I. Know. But like I said this is all happening too soon and too fast. I can't tell her right now." His light scowl came back as he pointed at her. "And you AREN'T either."

"Alright, alright. I get the hint. *sigh*" Hazelle rolled her eyes shaking her head before giving the ghost a serious look. "It's not my place to blab anything to her and honestly I'd be a bad friend, but AS a friend heed my warning. One day she's going to find out, and she's going to have a lot of questions you're going to have to answer. You made a big mess and with messes it's just going to get messier unless you deal with it."

He didn't say anything but huff and looked at the ground in a grumpy manner similar to a child. 

"MIsTRESS," the thing on her lap suddenly hissed out in multiple voices catching the two's attention as all the eyes directed outside, "THe bOY hAs ArRiVeD."

"Oh, that must be Timmy.~ The little dear." Gently pushing Shapeshiter off herself, the loyal pet hopped off her as she stood up, reaching up to straighten the large witches hat on her head and turning to Snatcher as it crept out of the ghost's home. "Sorry to have to cut our meeting so short, but I did promise some witchy lessons to the boy after all." 

"Hmph." The giant spirit watched as the witch walked out of his home and across the giant vine that lead across the small moat of water surrounding it. Poking his head out he saw the sight of that creature sat down and a small boy he knew all too well. As Hazelle approuched he huffed again. "Well don't be sticking around here to teach him!" His yellow eyes glanced around real quick to check for any signs of his dumb double. "And where's the corpse?"

The boy with dark purple eyes and black hair tipped his hat to the witch. "I'm afraid he's not feeling too well so I came on my own."

He huffed again. "Well good! He can stay out for all I care!"

Timmy scowled but Hazelle patted his head. "Now don't be mad at him. He's having some big trouble of his own." She looked back to Snatcher with a look and wave. "Bye, bye Snatchy.~  And....Please don't forget what we talked about. Alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just leave already!"

He crossed his arms and watched grumpily as Hazelle placed a hand on the young boy's back and began to steer him off in the direction of he guessed the way out of his woods followed closely behind by that creature. Huffing again and following them with his eyes until the three of them disappeared in the fog and dead trees- His looking was intrrupted my a small meow and something rubbing against him, the source quickly being identified as Rough Patch who decided to climb out from under his giant chair at last and was currently rubbing against his tail begging for pets. Purple claws gently grabbed him and brought him up to be held and pet. Rough Patch purring as he did so. Yellow eyes glanced back to the blue dress that laid upon the back of the chair and he sighed, Hazelle's words bouncing around in his head as he stared at it. Hazelle was right. But he could wait a little longer before telling her. He'd have to just wait and make up for everything first. 

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Great Lakes Engineering Works - Wikipedia

The most famous one was the latest one and it lasted 20 years it was not short lived and it was a great lakes engineering works company and Mr prasano he was my granddaddy it's Ken's father and he was a great engineer and knew tons of stuff and he's the star of that 70 show and his name was red and my husband knew him as red. And he's trying to confuse himself with mac and attracted too much attention and you do he really knew too much and got too much stuff done and engineered too much and is now in trouble in the museum now he's down below somewhere dead or alive and the person before that was my husband's great granddaddy and that will see father of George Herbert Walker Bush it's vernier bush and he was the head of the Manhattan project for real and of course he was an idiot and a general groves is an idiot and he's running it. We have taken over this company yeah we're going to it's just sitting there nobody's doing anything with it it's been laying there rusting for about 10 years we need the property of some of the machinery might work most of it is obsolete and broken but we're going to build yachts and some transports my husband says it's true too and I'll see you'll see it's a shipbuilding company and people go nuts for those and that's actually where James Bond who is Trump fights Mr wint and the other gentleman and they both lose one of them dies completely and their clones it's Tommy F and his head clone and Tommy off looks like an idiot cuz he's turned into one I think at that point is half of rain and James Bond buys one and it's Trump and he's still running around. And it's a big one it's over 800 ft likes it and he goes up and down the river and it's very nice too there's a lot of people who want to see that particular s*** and see it built you can look at it it looks a little old school but it works very well it's kind of my design and the interior is his looks old school too but it's nice and it's upscale and it lasts in the Ocean Air and a lot of people impressed it's a very nice ship and it has safeties and it has doors that you close to and it's compartment compartmentalized so it won't sink most of these ships don't have them and when you're underway you close them all. It's a very handy boat or shipped for going up and down that River and they want them now and we do need to talk to some people to purchase it like John remillard he says that's incredible I'm on your boat it's yours you bought it and he's going that's good and so what are you doing it for what usually do okay... So go ahead with it and we'll have to combine the names and it's not very hard but we're going to use the names and not the anachronism and we're going to use the old names and that's what we're going to do because it's an old ship building company and we want the respect we have some old softy dogs up there we want them to do some stuff they want to come down and get to work they said just tell him when and my husband says right now and I'm going to go down there and he will and will meet you I'm going to survey the place it says good we're going to go do that and it's probably nobody there just going to go look around it says this is going to be weird cuz it's old and he worked there they want to see who he is so I'm trying to arrange a meeting to purchase it and he says okay and we will send over a schematic for the yacht it says 1200 ft and that's about right and so see going vessel if you're lucky you can get to Cuba you wouldn't be able to get to Brazil I'll be closing compartments you can get there and he likes that and he's going to go ahead and try and get one if there's a wall it's going to be a little bit tough red mine is always Miami so he's going ahead with it and he's going to look at our offer and we're going to get him some ships and boats and as part of it and he's back to himself soon he's crazy man

Hera

So I guess you're going to have to say welcome aboard because you made most of the ship and I will she says

Zues

I have to tell you these catches on she's very proud of it too and they took over and they put a better motor in and made the sign better and he's a little bit pickier about that kind of thing but vernier was not applying himself but he made a decent design as a base it is a very very nice hold design I'm going to add to it a little but not much and I'm going to make a triple home and metal each layer is about an inch and a half thick it's very sturdy and we do use themes and beams and they're not wooden and they don't rust they're using inhibitor too and when impregnate him and pregnant this is going to be great I love this idea and we're going to make smaller yachts it's a yacht company the one in Brazil is a boat company and the one in China is a boat company this is yacht company and we're going to make Maggie odds too will try and make some people make this they make them in sections and they don't put the beam across the section it's terrible I've never seen anything as stupid as not staggering the beams not to mention not having a continuous one where you can make you can do that these days it's horrible what they're doing a son had an idea once to make a beam it was the center wall of the entire ship and he said you can make the whole thing beef here in the bottom but bring it all the way up in a flange and put stiffeners we did it and it never ever broke or bent they might do that when people who require it and for caring loads and people who want to go on the rough seas it's a special unique design that will offer actually says just make a line and we're going to do that and there's a name for it in the ocean it's not rough riders but it's kind of like that and so we're going to do that what a great idea just to make a line cuz we need that all the time

Thor Freya

This is intense it was an idea but it's been done before he just had it out of his own mind though he thinks it's before now he doesn't remember doing his here though so we get what you're saying it came from Thor and Freya and it is their idea

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