#no matter what happens i'm gonna be gnawing both my arms off

[dylanconrique]

the promo for whatever episode it is that lucy gets hurt is gonna be sohohoho baller! .... like... it's gonna be so much better than any of us can even imagine... especially after seeing that 'i love you' clip... like... imagine saying that to your partner for the first time, and not too long after something dreadful happens to them. OH MY GOD I CANNOT BE SPIRALING LIKE THIS AT 3AM!!!!!!!!!

[onlyshestandsthere]

Holy fucking shit. That chapter was amazing!!!

All the Jade guilt and inner turmoil was really well done. I know she made her decision to get Kit away no matter what, but the weight of her thoughts when it came to the alliance, all those involved, the possible repercussions, her own moral boundaries, baby gay Jade with Kelina and her family (my poor heart) and mostly her trying to suss out how to get Kit away, and the disgust, anger and the frustrated helplessness she felt in those moments about Kit's treatment, damn, all of that was intense.

And I got teary eyed when Jade caught on that Kit was ashamed. Knowing Jade was seeing her like that compounded the heartbreak I felt each time Kit was being tortured. I kept thinking of that fox you wrote about who preferred to gnaw off its own leg and die free rather than be trapped. Kit mumbling at the end though about Alavesh being mad was really sad and disturbing to see just how far gone she is.

ALSO, JADE CUT OFF ALAVESH'S ARM!! (I realise as I type this, it seems like I'm telling you breaking news when you obvs wrote it. Sorry, I just get excited lol). My heart was pounding throughout that entire ordeal. Full on semi hyperventilating and everything. And I gotta admit, that was morbidly satisfying. Not the hyperventilating, but the Alavesh's arm bit. Also not just the fact that it was a limb being hacked off but that Alavesh was knocked on her ass by Jade down a ravine and she no longer has that evil bracelet. HA!! YOU GOOO JADE!!! I do wish that Jade had finished off Alavesh somehow though, because that character freaks me tf out, she's already psychotic and now she's gonna be even more evil and rabid on the torture if she ever gets her hands on them. I'm actually scared for both of them if/when she ever finds them.

And I love Lavan so much! She is all sorts of precious and so smart. I was snickering when she sneakily took advantage of Jade's inattention to go back in line and then tried to find apples lol. It was kinda grounding to be reminded of something so sweet and wholesome with all the terrifying shit happening around them.

So they'll potentially have months travelling back together now huh, that sounds like months to unravel their issues and fall deeply in love. Once Jade stops bleeding and generally dying. Oh yeah, YOU MADE JADE GET STABBED!!! 😱 And I know Kit has been through hell but I'm really looking forward to seeing her take care of Jade too and to finally have the upper hand for once.

Is she gonna think about just ditching Jade though, even if it's just for a split second, considering what she's been through? Also, is there gonna be any sexy sparring later on? Like when they've recuperated and had all the therapy in the world, do we find out who pins who? As always, I totally understand if you can't confirm or deny, I'm just having a blast with this fic, thank you!!! 😄

Dang these are some very complimentary words. Thank you!

Yeah, Kit is super ashamed for 'giving in' sometimes even though she was wearing a literal magic torture collar and had zero other options. And having Jade (and the others, to a lesser extent) see it was a big blow, so a lot of going forward is about Kit sort of regaining her confidence and self worth, which will be hard because this is Kit 'Mental Health Who?' Tanthalos. A physical injury, she'd give herself some grace, but PTSD? She should just be able to get over that right away, right? Otherwise she's weak and pathetic. But having to take care of Jade will help a little.

And yay for Alavesh getting her arm cut off and shoved off a cliff!

And my god I'm so excited for Lavan’s journey in this fic she is such a good horse.

There will be sexy sparring, but I'll say no more. And Kit will absolutely think about ditching Jade. She needs to get away and helping Jade means stopping.

[setsugekka]

i’m back 🤗

first of all, yeosang 🤬🤬

is he not using his brain? how tf is he gonna get mad that she don’t want a baby?? you’re hardly ever around and then get mad even at the thought of your own wife preparing to nicely ask you to be around more and you want a baby?? someone that would need even more than your full attention????? he didn’t think that through at all wtf

“‘…You're thirty now, I'm not saying that you're running out of time but—‘"

oh go tew hell. actually go past hell 🥊🥊

and then hongjoong omg. 

“I’m sure your girlfriend loves that,” you joke in response. Both of your eyes meet after, Hongjoong sets the sketchbook down onto the floor and slowly makes his way back to his work at the dress form as you continue to fumble over your words. “Or boyfriend, or whatever.”

“Don’t have one,” Hongjoong says, sticking a pin between his teeth to hold onto. His eyes narrow then in a way that you’ve become bizarrely accustomed to in such a short amount of time spent with him—devilish, something lightheartedly coy and almost flirtatious in delivery. “What about you? Betrothed to anyone or just this place?”

mc, look at me: STAND UP 

“Rather, there’s probably a part of me that’s absolutely terrified of the commitment of moving onto another chapter of my life.”

“Change is scary, unless it’s temporary enough that the only thing that results from it is blowing up some major facet of my life.”

get out of my head melty 😡

(even tho im the exact opposite now oof- long story)

“A baby? He’s never even here, what’s he want to have a baby for?”

EXACTLY

“College was a long time ago,” Seonghwa replies, knowingly perfectly well the implications of your past together with him that you are alluding to.

oh? 👀

(does… yeosang know about this or is seonghwa just “my wife’s best friend from college?” if I had to, i’d guess no considering how we’ve seen him react to things so far…)

so far hongjoong is keeping me on my toes, yeosang can stay gone on his business trip and seonghwa is oddly becoming a favorite of mine for some reason. and as for mc, so far i’d say I actually don’t have a good read on her yet so we shall see 😃🪑

also I am curious as to what hongjoong’s designs or art style look like? do you have any references or photos for what they possibly look like?

oh, you and your impeccable reads, as always 💗

the yeosang+wanting a baby thing is precisely why i wanted to write that storyline into this. i've heard it so, so many times about how men in heterosexual relationships will try to throw their money OR EVEN A BABY at a problem thinking that it's going to fix it, but even worse than that, is that even if it doesn't fix it, it doesn't even really matter that much because they're never around to deal with the aftermath anyway 😃

this hongjoong makes me wanna gnaw my arm off let's just pretend nothing happened here!!! ✋🏻✋🏻✋🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 nomnomnom.

seonghwa is funny. i think there's a comment somewhere in the fic that alludes(?) to the fact that yeosang does know about their past together and doesn't think it's a big deal, which i feel like is kind of typical of his arrogance that we've seen thus far! he's a good character though, i'm glad you like him 😘 i finally gave seonghwa the Good Character Arc...

also I am curious as to what hongjoong’s designs or art style look like?

i don't have anything on hand, i don't typically use a lot of visual mediums when writing outside of places. BUT! i imagine colorful stuff, a little eccentric, whimsical? those are kind of the first words that come to mind hehe

[metalbuckaroo]

505

Summary: "Stay this time."

Warnings: age gap, (reader is 24, Bucky is 38), smut, light praise kink, the slightest hint of a breeding kink (literally mentioned once), angst, 18+ only

AU: Dadsbestfriend!Bucky x Fem!Reader

AN: This is my first time writing for dbf!bucky, hopefully it turned out pretty nicely. I also hope that I did this request justice, it played out a lot better in my head.

This is based on this ask and the song 505 - Artic Monkeys

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

'Can I come over?'

You stared at the screen of your phone. Thinking over the four words that stared back at you.

Four words that held so much meaning, but, at the same time, didn't mean anything. The ones you told yourself that you wouldn't answer anymore. The last time was just that, the last time.

But, you still wanted more. More of the rush that was Bucky Barnes and definitely more than what he wanted. More than what those four words promised.

A few hours of intoxicating touches, then he was gone; sometimes leaving something of his, so he'd have a reason to come back.

You wanted to say no, it would save you more heart ache if you did. But just the thought of Bucky made you press your thighs together and gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

Just as you had expected when you didn't answer, his face and name lit up the phone; calling this time.

"Yeah?" You said when you answered. "I'm in town and missin' you. Can I come over?" The husky tone of his voice sent a shiver that went straight to your core, only adding to the anticipation. "Yeah, of course." You exhaled

Your stomach churned from the nerves, waiting for the sound of familiar footsteps outside of your apartment door before it was being shoved open by Bucky's shoulder.

"Should really fix that. Safety Hazzard." He laughed, pushing it closed before taking long strides to where you were leaned against the kitchen counter. "Missed ya, sweet girl. You haven't been around all week." He purred, placing two cool fingers under your chin to lift your head; pressing a simple kiss to your lips.

You just stood there, making Bucky pull away with a confused look. "What's wrong? You're usually jumping my bones by now?" He questioned, wondering where the fire in you every time he got you alone had went.

"Stay this time." You said softly, looking at him through your eyelashes. "I can't do that, Sugar. Your dad has a key-"

"He calls before he comes over." You said, cutting him off. "I thought this is what you wanted, just sex."

You shook your head and pushed his hands away from your waist. "No, I want more. But, you don't. That's the problem." You took a step away from him and his arms fell to his sides. "You're dad would kill me. Hell, he will kill me just for the last two months if he finds out."

You could feel the tears burning at your eyes. Even though you knew this is what was going to happen, you weren't truly ready for it to end. Bucky saw the pooling tears and reached out towards you.

"Just leave." You scoffed, shaking your head. "Wh- no, I'm not just gonna leave when you're crying. I-" His tongue jutted across his bottom lip, a hurt look etching across his face. "I'm done, James. I'm not a toy."

"I know you're not... You're not gonna tell your dad are you? He'll have my head on a platter."

You breathed a dry laugh, running a hand through your hair, aggravated with his reactions. "Fuck, no. Do I look stupid? Is that all that's mattered to you this whole time? How my dad would feel about you fucking his daughter? Not how it would make me feel?"

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say anything that would stop the tears that were threatening to spill onto your cheeks. "Get out." You ordered, voice shakier than you'd hoped it be.

Bucky nodded, jaw clenched as he gave you what you wanted and jerked the door open, leaving you in silence as the tears fell to your cheeks.

He wanted it, more than anything he wanted to wake up next to you; to take you on real dates. That's why he took every chance he could to be around you, even steal kisses and touches when your dad would be just a few rooms over.

The heartbroken look on your face was all he could think of when he got to his car, fiddling with the keys in his fingers. He couldn't just let you go. He wouldn't.

The walk back to your door felt longer than before, hoping you'd let him back in as he lifted his hand to rap his knuckles against the door.

"I'll stay." He nodded when you opened the door, pushing his way in as he grabbed the sides of your face; his lips engulfing yours in a hungry, messy kiss that made your skin heat up.

Your hands pawed at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders as he fumbled with his belt. "Really?" You asked, leaning back to look at him. "Yeah, really." He huffed, bending down enough to lift you onto the kitchen counter.

"How could I want anyone else when I've had your sweet pussy, pretty girl." He cooed, tugging your underwear down your legs before shuffling his jeans down. "Just tell me you want it, and I'll give you anything. I'll even fuck a baby into you if it's what you want." He promised, eliciting a whimper from your chest when he buried himself in you with a guttural moan.

You don't think you'd ever truly get use to the stretch his girth caused, bucking your hips to tell him to move as you slipped your hands under his shirt to feel the flexing muscles; your lips attaching to the sweet spot at the base of his neck.

He found a pace that made your head feel fuzzy; short and hard, his tip brushing the sweet spot that was deepest in your walls.

Bucky's head buried in the crook of your neck, warm hand going up your shirt to knead the supple flesh of your breast as he drank in every vulgar sound the relentless thrusts pulled from you.

"Fuck- so close-" you mewled, nails dragging down his abdomen when he jerked your hips further off of the counter; fucking directly into the rough patch that knocked the breath from your lungs and sent you over the edge, stars blurring your vision.

"All mine, no one elses. Ok, sweet girl? No one else gets to fuck you like this." He panted, lifting his head to look at your blissed out face. You nodded, barely able to hear him, let alone answer. "Wanna hear you say it." He grunted through clenched teeth, thrusts becoming sloppy and fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"All yours." You whined, the feral look on Bucky's face nearly enough to set you off again. "Gonna cum again already? Can feel your milking me, sugar. Go ahead." He moaned, pressing a finger to your still sensitive clit as he chased his own orgasm with quick thrusts.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck!" You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you released around him again. Bucky's hips stilled as he came with a low groan, each twitch of his cock painting your walls with his release; thrusting through both of your highs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he rested his chin on the top of your head, chests heaving and hearts pounding away as his hand trailed up your back to tangle in your hair; pulling it so you'd tilt your head back.

He had a lazy, yet cocky, smile on his face as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Just don't tell your dad."

[sweettodo]

a simple competition.

⟿ Hisoka Morow x freader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Includes : threesome, toys, smut, not even a good plot but yk, consumption of alcohol

word count : 2,7k.

my last little surprise for you guys, some more threesum action .... here you go puppies. THX FOR 300 [ almost 400 rn :) ] <3 !!! your favorite men at your disposal... [y/n is aged].

fun fact, I'm eating takis rn, are these spicier than usual or am I imagining things ? i’m also watching ‘malcolm and marie’ AMAZING movie, i highly suggest it, the dynamic of the two is so detailed, such a good movie.

••

Maybe it wasn't a clever idea to drink, but once you attained that nice and warm sensation in your gut, there was certainly nothing stopping you from finishing the already half-empty bottle of pink whitney.

Laying sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the room slowly spins around you. Content and relaxed with your position.

It wasn't your fault, Pakudona reassuring you that it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun tonight, that Chrollo wouldn't heed if you crashed here for the night, he was tipsy, manspreading on the other end of the couch, eyes puffy and glossed over, enjoying the quiet.

Music was playing thirty minutes previously, but as the night went on, one by one, the others hit the road to sleep off their intoxication, it was already past midnight.

One person had yet to leave, that was Hisoka... of course.

He wandered back into the living room, plopping down next to you and your friend on the couch, "leaving anytime soon? Y/n?"

You shook your head, "staying the night." Hisoka's arched eyebrows rise, a little smile tugging at the niche of his mouth.

"Is that so?" Chrollo sits up, staring at the kaleidoscopic man, a sarcastic undergone on his tongue.

"That's what happens when you drive here, and drink" You nod, "although I didn't quite intend on you staying the night, Morow." He hums, Hisoka pinches the corner of the thin card, waving it back and forth teasingly.

"I can't let you have our playmate all to yourself," you roll your eyes.

"It's not like that," you mutter, staring the magician in the eyes, "I couldn't leave if I wanted to."

"That is true," Chrollo interjects, "that doesn't mean you want to leave though, is it?" you shrug.

"No, I wanna stay, got an issue with that?" you ask, he shakes his head.

"Of course not- although, I suppose Hisoka would be better off on his way."

You estimated things would only get progressively worse from here, the moment Hisoka's bloodlust began to fill the air, you felt this was your cue; before you're able to leave the room, Hisoka's hand is fastened around your wrist, sitting you back down.

"Oh, you can't flee now," dread fills your face, "come on, we might as well finish the conversation."

You and Chrollo both knew what he was talking about. No matter how petty or pathetic, it appears to be that the rivalry between the two never seemed to subside, even drunk.

"Go on, since you have so much to say."

"Am I wrong for thinking my friend is a pretty girl? I seem to remind her more than you do."

"You seem to think you own her, it's pitiful honestly, " Blushing, you look down at your thighs, "do you think she's pretty, Chrollo?"

"I do. I think she knows that right?" you peek up at him, he gleams and tilts his head.

"Look at her, my, you must like us flattering you." You shake your head.

"That's because you neglect to tell her more often, does Chrollo ever call you pretty?" with Hisoka pushing Chrollo's every button, tensions were surging, both men now at the edge of their seats- literally.

"No, he doesn't," you speak, the magician letting out a deep chuckle, you felt like you were being scrutinized, the eyes burning into you felt poisonous and dour, you felt minuscule compared to them.

"I could do so much better than call you pretty, right kitten?" your heart sinks to your stomach, gulping hard. It was too hard to look at them in the eyes as you sunk further into the couch.

"Are we making you nervous?"

The inquiry continues.

"Yeah- you are." You retort, "you guys are talking about me like I'm not here."

"Then let's ask the lady herself, y/n." Looking up to meet Hisoka's gaze, "who do you think could take better care of you?"

Heart pounding out of your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies, "I- I don't know, I've never thought about it." Laughing, you look to see Chrollo, who's standing to his feet.

"I think I know a way to help you decide," smug smile peeking from his face, "unless you don't want to?"

A single nod is all they needed to know, Hisoka standing to his feet, seeing how you sat on the couch as still as a statue, "please don't be so tense, you know how good we are to you." Hisoka slowly picks up your hand.

He's steering you to your feet, "what do you have in mind, Chrollo?" the man leading you two upstairs.

"I think I have something that'll work out for all of us."

The dress you wore to this get-together now seemed like you were exposed, bare, and vulnerable, you knew what their agenda was, you didn't fancy the idea of being the center of attention.

Chrollo slowly clicking open his door, walking in, and promptly turning on the light, you're led to the side of his king-sized bed, his room was both contemporary and warm, comforting feeling; the walls a deep vermilion, the sheets plush, soft and black tones.

"We should leave it up to our little kitten to decide," the buttons on his shirt slowly coming undone, stopping at his sternum.

"What do you think, Morow?" Hisoka looks at you with low eyes.

"I'll go first."

Chrollo stalks towards you, sitting there falling apart at the seams, Chrollo's large and reaching behind your ear, thumb gently caressing your jawline, side to side, "you okay with this? Sweetheart?" you nod, the name sending jolts between your thighs.

Hisoka's rubbing your bare leg, sitting next to you on the mattress as his fingertips trail up and down, his hand stopping inside your thigh and pressing a leg open, Chrollo clasping your other knee and you lay on your back

"I'll get some time to please you, Hisoka gets the same when I'm done, yes?"

You're breathless, Hisoka grabbing you and pressing your back against him, his hands pinching the seams of your dress, "cute little dress- you should wear it more often for me." He hums, rolling it up, your thighs buckled together while lifting your back off the mattress, the dress sitting bunched up at your hips, the panties you wore sitting on your hips.

"My, who knew she would wear something so- revealing." Arms linking around your own, Hisoka keeps you completely locked in place.

"Did you wear these for me? Kitten?" Chrollo asks, shaking your head no.

Tugging at the little strong which hardly kept you covered, “I'll keep these, yeah?” you nod, the pants of Chrollo’s fingers barely ticking you, brushing against your already anxious body.

"Stay still for me, okay?"

"Okay." You breathe.

Hand leaning over past Hisoka, he's opening up the drawer beside his bed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the little pink toy, compact in nothing bugger than four inches long, he sits on the bed in front of you, bringing the little object to your core.

He switches it on the lowest setting, the only noise in the room was the quiet buzzing of the vibrator as he barely touches your clit, the tiniest contact with the toy having your chest rise and fall, "keep these open for me, okay princess?" his fingers hook below your panties, pulling them down and placing them beside him.

"Such a pretty pussy, don't you think, Hisoka?" You're gnawing on your bottom lip from the teasing little touches with the toy, he was doing this on purpose; your legs laid open, the other man holding your arms to where you couldn't do anything if you wanted to.

"It is, I'm sure it's even prettier when it's cumming,"

Chrollo finally presses the vibrator onto your clit, he leans over your cunt, spitting, your mouth opens, the saliva hardly cooling your excited cunt.

He uses his free hand to finish unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it on the floor, he leans down leveled to your cunt, holding your leg over his broad and muscular shoulder, his tongue licking a stripe towards your occupied clit. Your body shakes, digging further into Hisoka's chest, he holds you tighter.

"Fuck, p-please!" you gasp, wanting to dig your hands into his hair, thrashing against Hisoka's arms, "let me touch-" your pleads fall on deaf ears, Chrollo’s tongue swirling into you in sinful ways, your legs twitching, the toy too much to handle.

The euphoric feeling of the overstimulation sending a pool of cream right onto Chrollo's tongue, lapping up every drop of you.

You were dizzy, Chrollo drinking up all of your essences, his hand pressed into your thigh to keep you from buckling onto him, your back grinding against the pressure of Hisoka's growing erection, his hands had grabbed the straps of your dress, one by one pulling them down and releasing your tits from the braless dress.

It's almost too good to be true- the man spending a dangerous amount of time eating your pussy like it was his very last meal, tasting everything he possibly could, the vibrator maintaining its spot in little circles around your swollen and screaming clit.

Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of your body, you're dripping sweat, he pulls off of you, your cum covering his reddish swollen lips, chin soaked. You looked a wreck, makeup streaming down your face, legs numb, his head coming to yours, he kisses your panting lips, releasing you from Hisoka.

The taste of your cum filling your mouth, his tongue licking past your bottom lip and into your mouth.

"Take this off." tearing at your dress, peeling it over your head, unzipping his pants, "you're gonna straddle me and stay still, is that okay with you, kitty?"

"O-okay, what about Hisoka?" Grabbing your hips, you straddle him. He raises you a little.

"He's gonna watch me make you cum a few more times-" hissing in the air as he assists you to slide down onto his cock, the stretch was unbearable, but you push through, trying not to slouch over in pain.

"-hurts, bad!" You sob.

"You take me so well, it'll only hurt for a second, promise."

His hand's move, one to your waist and one loosely around your throat as he holds you up to get a better grip on your already weakened body.

Keeping eye contact with Hisoka as your body is demolished by the man beneath you, eyes boring into you seductively, captivated by your mess of a face.

You felt as if you were being torn in half, crying out his name as he knew just how to fuck you; fucking your pussy just right.

Fucking you so hard you were going numb.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum again!" you screamed, head falling back as you searched desperately for air, Chrollo rolling his hips into you as he released you, slumping to his chest, his chest stick from sweat.

"You wanna be filled with my seed, kitty?" Nodding in his shoulder.

"Please fill me- I want your cum,"

The feeling of his cum seeping down his cock and deep into your beaten-up cunt, his breath heavy against your ear.

You sit up, large arms wrapping from behind you and pulling you off of your straddle, Chrollo getting off the bed to clean himself off as Hisoka sits you on the bed, tucking your hair behind your ear gently, smiling as you look up at him, blurred eyes.

"My my, I don't think she can handle it, or can you?"

"I-I can, trust me." He smiles, pleased with your answer, his soft hands taking up your arm before leaning you back, onto your back, he was sweaty, so his shirt was clinging to his body, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, pulling his tie loose while standing between your open legs, "let me see your wrists, princess."

He's leading you against the bed frame, linking your hands together and finishing off the knot around the post of the frame, the man getting on his knees between your legs, letting his shirt hand open as his hands work at his slacks, unbuckling the leather belt and tossing it to the side, "you look so innocent, tied up and quiet as a mouse, even after you just got fucked out," he pushes down his pants, erection throbbing from underneath his underwear.

The area between your legs throb, he was beyond ready to feel your walls tighten around him, he was ready to hear you begging for more.

He needed to one-up Chrollo.

He lifts your hips, your legs propped against his thighs while remaining restrained, his tip aiming into you accordingly before pushing into your beaten cunt.

His arm propped, flexing as he grips the headboard, drilling into your cunt with no tenderness, he spares you no pain as he ruts into you, ready to split you in half the instant he saw you spilling cum at the hands of his rival.

The size of him left you perplexed, the way he was splitting you open while bringing you to an indescribable state of heaven had you a sloppy mess, the thick cock he had with his veins filling in the little nerves you had yet to feel seconds earlier. He filled you, and he filled you well.

Hisoka fucks you until your head is blank, eyes seeing white, one of his hands gripping your hip, keeping you from laying fully on your back.

You try to cry put to him, and he notices.

He slows only slightly, rolling his hips back and forth into you so you can speak, "s-so good, it feels so good!"

Each rut of his hips sends you into oblivion, the way his hips bumped and clashed against your body left you spitting out a mantra of his name, Chrollo inches away from you, rolling your perked nipple in between his fingers, sending chills up your body.

Hisoka brings his eyes to you, "joining in, my friend?" Chrollo pulls his hand back, you almost find yourself whining.

“Did I fuck you better, y/n?” Chrollo taunts, his lips barely pressing against the life of your ear, “is Hisoka making you feel good?” Hisoka's beautiful golden eyes stalk you, waiting for your answer; stabbing right into your soul.

“Answer him, go on, kitten; did he fill you as good as I am?”

The questions were throwing you in for a loop, your stomach twisted, digging your head back deeper into the pillow of Chrollo’s bed.

“Fill me, please- daddy.” You cry, you longed to touch him, to feel his soft hair as he pummeled into you; you tugged on your wrists softly, already weak, the tied limbs going numb and tingling.

Before you know it, another orgasm is torn out of you; groaning out as you tightened and clenching around him, body once again convulsing, legs tightening around Hisoka’s waist. Each time they made you cum, the more came spilling from your cunt, it was almost unreal how much the bed was soaked, how soaked your thighs were, Hisoka’s pants being stained in the process.

This pretty little soaked pussy, sucking me in so good.” Panting, his head falls back, his dick quaver’s while his thrusts become more staggered, hand gripping tighter around your already sore hip.

His seed bathes both you and his cock, hips sputtering as he slowly slips out of your abused cunt. your head spinning, a panting mess at you blink and stare at the ceiling.

You could barely move, the men in the room throwing on clothes, hearing zippers, you lift your head.

Chrollo hands you a blanket, draping it over your body.

Sitting up, the blanket around you, you look at the two men who were fiddling around doing nothing but looming around the room.

While Hisoka buttons up his shirt, he tilts his head towards you, “tired, princess?” you nod.

A devious smirk dances on your lips, they look at you confused, “perhaps though, I might need another round, you know- to decide who was better.”

[wolfish-trickster]

Liar

final part (I like number 7, let's end it at number 7)

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 2,9K

Warnings: angst, typos (not when drunk gods are talking, those are intentional), drunk god bros™, hangover

Tag list:@gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld @belovedadam @mascaracoffee @serebrum @myworldgoesboomz @lokis-leah @nickkie1129 @getyoutmoon @forevernthensome

A/N: thank you so much for reading this unexpected mini series❤️

Loki swayed from one side to another. His question still hanging in the air. Thor was struggling to get back up on his feet. When it looked like he's making progress, he fell down on his knees again and had to start over.

"Has any of you ever seen them like that?" Steve whispered.

Everyone shook their heads. Your eyes remained glued to Loki. He never drank. Well, if he had to he drank fine wine or some other 'fancy' alcohol from Tony's stash, but he never drank to the point of being drunk. Only slightly tipsy.

You remember the first time you saw him drink. It was a long time ago. Tony made him. He said it will make him 'turn that frown upside down'. You saw him drain the whole bottle that day and it did nothing to him. Only tainted his pale cheeks with slight pink. You've seen him drink more than a bottle since then, but it was never enough to make him stumble through his words, or sway around like Jack Sparrow. How much did he had?

Anxiety gnawed on you again. 'He drank because of you. Because of what you told him. Your words pushed a literal god to drink his sadness away.'

"Weeeell?" Loki asked again. When Thor fell down with a thud on the floor again Loki rolled his eyes and was at least pretending to help him stand up. You swear you heard him whisper something along the lines of 'get up you outgrown lightning mouse, don't embarass me in front of her', but that could've been just your imagination.

"For god's sake, how much did you guys have?" Sam asked and Bucky stole Rex from his lap while he was distracted.

Thor while leaning on the back of the couch was counting his fingers. After a while he gave up. "A lot. We made our anescesterors proud," he bared his teeth in a proud grin.

"You mean ancestors, right?"

Thor's head turned to Nat. "Yes! We had a whoooole barrel. One for me," he hugged his brooding brother around shoulders (more like leaned on him with his entire weight) "and one for Kiki," the childish nickname earned Thor a massive shove to the side. "Do not call me dat!"

Bruce facepalmed. "Guys, what are we gonna do with them?"

Clint pulled out his phone, recording everything. "Enjoy while it lasts."

You smacked his phone away, a sudden need to protect your (hopefully still) friend's dignity roused inside of you. "You can't!" you said louder than you wanted.

Clint just shook his head. "You're no fun Y/N," and put his phone away.

You frowned at them. "I know. I know I'm no fun, and I am annoying sometimes, and weak and dumb compared to all of you. I know all of that! I don't care!"

Bucky stared up at you. "What has gotten into you doll?"

"I'll tell you what. I was a bitch, okay? I was overthinking everything ever since I had that argument with Loki. His words started something inside of my head. I started to think they were true, that when my best friend thought those things what must all of you think. And even when I knew they were lies those thoughts stayed up here," you pointed at your head, "and I hate myself for still keeping them there. And just when I thought I'll finally make up with Loki and everything will be good again I fuck up!" you wiped an escaped tear, took a breath and continued.

"It's my fault he's like this. He was drinking because of what I said. All of this is because of me," you hugged your arms to comfort yourself a little. Everyone stared at you, including the drunk brothers.

What you were letting out of your mouth probably didn't make sense as a whole. They were just your anxious thoughts getting free, they didn't care in which order. All of that stress, everything that has been rotting inside of your chest is out now. You feel a little better.

"Daaaarlin', 's not your fault," Loki interrupted your train of thoughts, reminding you that just because you talked your heart out, it didn't fix your mistake of hurting him.

"Yeah, and whose then?" you said calmly.

Loki stood up straighter while still swaying a little. "The univers! She won't let us be toge'er, thas why I haf to make up with 'er," his british accent got deeper.

You slowly walked towards him. "No Loki, this is my fault. And I'll fix it too," you took him by his arm and slowly lead him away. To his bedroom. However, he protested.

"Wait! We have to give 'er flowerz," he leaned down to Thor and yanked some of the flowers along with his golden hair from Thor's head. "Y'kno, to makup."

You shook your head and walked with him a little faster. "You don't have to. All you have to do is go to sleep now."

When the Avengers finally came to their senses Bruce shouted after you. "Hey what about Thor?"

"He's all yours," you shouted back from the elevators and pressed button leading to Loki's floor.

*

'He's heavier than he looks,' you think as you get closer to his bedroom door.

He's been leaning on you for support the whole silent (mildly uncomfortably silent) way to his bedroom. He groaned and mumbled something undecipherable here and there. You wished to be already in his room, put him in his bed and dissappear for few hours. You felt so awkward helping your friend who can barely stand after he drank because of you.

"Can you lean on the wall please?" you asked him when you both stood infront of his locked door. He unhooked his arm from around your shoulders and practically threw himself onto the nearest wall.

"Lean, not fall!"

He chuckled. "Sorrey, is the gravity," he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and fished out a key from his bedroom door from your sweatpant pocket. When the thin metal slid into keayhole Loki threw his arms around you and gently squeezed you. "Are ya real?"

"Eeeh, yes? Why are you asking?"

"Because," he squished your cheeks together, "you're nice to me. And you're cute," he giggled.

You chuckled and removed his hands from your cheeks. "Thanks, but this isn't you. You need to sleep."

"Not me?" he asked, confusion all over his face. He ran his hand across his torso and settled on his face. "But this is my body and my face! It has to be me!"

"Yes, it is, but the acting isn't. Now come," you took his hand and gently lead him through his open door.

You pushed him to sit on his bed and wanted to walk out, but he won't let go of your hands. He studied them like a little child, turning them, looking at them from every angle. You blushed. He hasn't been this tender for a long time.

You cleared your throat. "You need to sleep. You're gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow."

His eyes left your hands resting in his and bore into yours. But they weren't as clear as usual, they were clouded and lost. "Why?"

"Eeeh, because you're drunk?"

"Why?"

"Because you drank?"

"Why?"

"Because-" no, you can't tell him. "It doesn't matter. Just sleep now," you tried to push him to his bed, but even in this state he was strong and unmovable.

"I don't wanna sleep. I need to find Univers!"

"Well, you can find your universe after you sober up."

"Noooo," he shook his head dramatically, his hair whiping around him. "I can't find my universe. YOU are MY universe," he held your hands close to his chest.

"But I need to find THE Universe! With the T'n'H'n'E infront of it," he started to ramble about Universe conspiring against him and you, but you didn't listen.

You stopped listening after he said 'you are my universe'. Did he mean it?

" 'Your' universe?" you asked and finally pushed him to lie down on his bed.

"Yea," he yawned, his eyelids became too heavy for him to keep open. "I know you hate me, but I.... I...," and he was gone. Off to the dreamland.

You stayed there for few more minutes in case he woke up and finished what he wanted to say, but no such thing happened. You could play on drumms next to him and he wouldn't move.

You softly brushed his hair from his face and covered him with his soft black blanket. "I don't hate you Loki. I never did. I just hope you'll be just as nice and calm when you sober up as you were right now," you caressed his cheek for the last time and walked to his door.

Before you closed, you looked back at him and softly whispered. "You are my universe too Loki."

*

Loki's head pulsed with pain. That's what woke him up, actually. Blindly, he felt around him with his hands, trying to find out where he was. Warm blanket, soft bed, his Asgardian armour still on. It was dirty from clay and smelled weird. Almost like.... alcohol?

'Oh,' he thought, 'that happened.'

He groaned and opened his eyes, only to instantly cover them with his palm. Light from the nearby window was stabbing his eyeballs causing him even bigger headache. All he wanted to do was get a big- no, giant cup of cold water and down it just as fast as he was doing with the alcohol yesterday.

But whenever he tried to use his magic only green and gold sparkles flew from his fingers and when he tried to stand up he got dizy and the whole room started to spin. He fell down onto his bed again. He felt as if his brother hit him with Mjolnir, his famous hammer.

If he wanted a cup of water, he will have to suffer through those few steps to his bathroom.

He reluctantly and slowly stood up and walking very close to wall he made his way for a drink. Or three, just in case.

After a long and unpleasant journey he fell onto his bed again, but not before he pulled blinds over the horribly bright window and rid himself of any dirty and uncomfortable clothes, leaving him only in his underwear.

With his head underneath his blanket, to block out any more light, he tried to remember as much of his actions from yesterday as he could.

From your room he went to gym to punch his frustration out. That's where Thor found him, interrogated him and then dragged him to Asgard to have a drink. Or a whole pub apparently. The rest is a blur. Something about garden, flowers and him and his brother crashing down to Midgard to look for someone. Who? He doesn't remember. Maybe you, since he remembered something about flowers. Maybe his drunk self thought it would be best to make up with you.

But that didn't make any sense, he had nothing to apologize for anymore. You were the one who told him those word. Where even were you anyways?

Just as he finished that thought he heard his doorknob move and his door creaked open.he slowly peaked out from underneath the blanket and in the dimness saw a familiar silhouette. You.

Carefully you put one foot infront of the other and walked straight towards him. You must think he's still asleep, that's why you're so careful. Oh, how he longed to pretend to be asleep and then jump at you and scare you. But he can't. He can't let his mischievious nature do that yet. Not when things between you two aren't like they used to be.

Instead he kept his eyes open and when you got close enough, he slightly moved. "Well look who showed up," he said.

You flinched a little. "Thank god you're finally awake. How are you feeling?"

"Horrible, to be honest," he rubbed his temples. "Why did you say 'finally awake'?"

You completely ignored his question. "Do you need anything? Water? Painkillers?"

"How about you give me an answer?"

You sighed. "You were out for two days Loki. I was starting to think you had alcohol poisoning and died in your sleep. I was checking up on you every few hours to make sure you're still with us," you confessed.

"Oh, alright. Thank you. And I don't need anything. I already obtained it," he pointed at his bedside table with three glasses of water.

"Still, your head must be torturing you. I'll bring you some painkillers," you ran outside before he could stop you.

You returned after few minutes with a small box of pills on one hand and a jar of water in the other. "So you don't have to stand up and go to the bathroom after you drink those three cups," you said and put the jar on his bedside table.

"Thank you. You are oddly kind to me," Loki pointed out.

You hummed and awkwardly stood infront of his bed, trying not to look at his naked torso. You fidgeted with the box for a while. "Just take one when you want," you said finally and put it next to the jar.

"Hey, can you tell me what happened yester- I mean two days ago? Was I and Thor a big disaster?" he asked, wanting you to stay with him.

"Well," you chuckled and scratched the back of your head. "It was a bit awkward and confusing. You and Thor appeared on the balcony and you were looking for universe for some reason."

Loki facepalmed. The pain from embarrassment was bigger than the pain his head was causing. "And let me guess, The Earth's Mightiest Heroes recorded everything, didn't they?"

You shook your head. "No, I didn't let them."

"Thank you," he smiled kindly.

You returned the smile. "Hey, can I sit here?" you pointed at the corner of his bed.

"Sure," he moved a little to give you more space. The bed dipped under your weight a little.

"I want to tell you few things," you said, your eyes watched how you fidgeted with your fingers.

"I'm listening."

"First I want to apologize for what I said. I was tetchy and I know it doesn't excuse what I said," you raised your eyes to his. "I just want you to know I didn't mean them. And I'm sorry. I would like to be your friend again. Please."

Loki bit his tongue from teasingly telling you 'no' and took a deep breath. "I would like to be your friend as well. I don't want us to argue anymore. So," he extended his arm towards you, "friends?"

You beamed at him. To him your smile shone brighter than the sun outside. You took his hand and shook it. "Friends."

"I'm glad," he squeezed your hand gently. He didn't want to let go yet. "And what about the rest of what you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh, right," you looked to the side. "You said something yesterday."

"Something offensive? If so, I apologize-"

"No! Not at all! It just..." you bit your lower lip and tilted your head, something you subconsciously did when you blushed. "Y-you said that... I am your universe," you said carefully.

Loki froze. Did he really say that? You didn't look like you were lying. Why did he tell you that? Why were you bringing that up? Did you possibly feel the same and want to be sure he wasn't kidding when he said it?

Loki must've took too long to respond, because you were trying to pull your hand from his and leave. This time Loki was fast to stop you. "I really said that?"

You gulped. "Yes, ehm did you mean it? Wait, you don't remember. Sorry," you chuckled awkwardly.

"If I said that while drunk, I meant it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I once heard 'alcohol reveals, who a person truly is', in that case I am a romantic," he winked and you giggled. He liked the fact you still giggle at his stupid jokes.

"For real now. You are my universe. My best friend. My partner in crime. And if you allow then I would like to add another title: my paramour. If you feel the same way, that is."

You smiled softly and intertwined your fingers with his. "You are my universe as well, Loki."

"Great," he lifted your joined hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "When I sober up and feel better I'm officially asking you out on a date."

"How long does it usually take for you to sober up?"

"A day or two," Loki shrugged and fell back onto his bed. His head started spinning again.

"That's too long," you said and layed next to him. "Can I watch over you while you sleep?"

"Sure thing love," he hugged you to him and kissed the crown of your head.

Bonus

"Darling, it's 2pm."

"Yes, so?"

"Aren't you supposed to take Rex out?"

"Bucky is training him."

"Oh, okay."

"You're so sweet to think of him."

"Hmmm."

*meanwhile*

Steve: hey, aren't you supposed to train him?

Bucky: *lying on the floor, Rex napping on his chest*

Bucky: uuuh, I gave him a break.

Steve: *raises one eyebrow*

Bucky: please don't tell her

Steve: only if I can join in

A/N: I was this close to write the angstiest ending, but I have a good mood today

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Beneath the Surface Chapter 3

This is going to end up being five chapters as even when I’m finished I can still read through and end up going, that should be a chapter break. I’m gonna post this morning, evening and tomorrow, though, so it’ll still end on time! 😊

Chapter 3

She became aware of the cold first.

It lay on her like a thick blanket, pushing through to her marrow until her bones felt frozen inside her. 

For a few seconds, she was convinced she was dead, a cold corpse upon a slab in some forgotten corner of a hospital morgue.

Then the dull ache and swelling on her face set in along with the burning pain on the soles of her feet and she realized she was still very much alive.

She hadn’t expected that.

There was metal under her fingertips, rough and unfinished, and the air had a strange, musty quality to it. Bilba couldn't hear anything so she forced herself to take a deep breath to calm her nerves and opened her eyes.

She was in a cage.

A metal ceiling hung low several feet over her head and she could see part of one corner where thick, iron bars ran down toward the base. Given the situation before she’d passed out it wasn’t a surprise, but it was still unnerving.

Her throat was so dry it burned, and she struggled to find enough saliva to swallow. Just how long had she been unconscious? Her stomach was trying to gnaw on her spinal column, and it felt like she’d had nothing to drink in days.

Carefully, she spread her palms flat on the ground and started to push up. A gasp of pain escaped her as bruised muscles protested. There seemed to be more than before, including what felt like long, thin scrapes and gashes along her bare legs.

They’d dragged her in here, she realized, with zero regard for her physical safety. It didn’t bode well for what they planned to do with her.

She managed to struggle to a seated position, only to freeze with a gasp at the sight of two men sprawled out unconscious on the other side of the cage.

Gingerly, Bilba scooted back the last few inches until she was pressed fully against the bars. It wasn’t very big, even back as far as possible left her only a foot or two of space and she doubted the taller of the two men (who appeared very tall indeed) would be able to even sit up straight.

Neither appeared close to waking up so she risked taking in her surroundings through the bars. It wasn’t very exciting, simply a large basement with all manner of industrial looking equipment. Most of it was covered in filth and some appeared to no longer be in working order.

The floor it all sat on was concrete and equally dirty with what looked like years' worth of dust, cobwebs and debris scattered about.

A low moan dragged her attention back to her two unwanted companions, and she tried to press back even further into the bars. She drew her legs up, balancing her feet on their heels; tugged her skirt down as far as possible and wrapped her arms around her knees.

The shorter man woke up first. Bilba wished he was actually short, and maybe a little less threatening, but the adjective only referred to his height in comparison to the giant next to him.

He was older than her, probably in his mid 20s, with short brown hair and a rugged looking face. He wore a button-down shirt over a black t-shirt, and a denim jacket over that.

He swore under his breath, one hand going to his head, before he started to push up to his feet. He caught sight of the other man and paused to check his pulse. Then, almost as if some weird alarm went off for him, his head suddenly snapped up and his eyes laser focused on her.

Bilba gasped and drew in tighter as if she could somehow magically make herself invisible through sheer force of will.

The man studied her for a second, and then slowly raised both hands, palms outward, “Hey there,” he said, his voice low and quiet. “My name’s Dean. What’s yours?”

Bilba hesitated but then decided it really didn’t matter if he knew her name or not. “Bilba.”

He gave a nod. “Please to meet you, Bilba.” He slapped the other man on the arm and grinned. “This here’s my brother, Sammy.”

Bilba’s lips twitched at the obvious affection in Dean’s voice. “Pleased to meet you.”

The other man, Sammy, chose that moment to groan and Dean shifted to help him sit up. That revealed the man truly was as tall as she’d thought, with saggy brown hair. He dressed similarly to his brother, if not a bit preppier, and appeared to be a few years younger.

Dean said something to him as he sat up and Sammy gave her a concerned look. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Bilba whispered. Her throat felt like she’d gargled with razor blades. She tried to clear it, only to immediately regret the action as it simply made it worse.

"Here." Dean tossed her something and she flinched, only to relax as Sam caught it midair with an exasperated look toward his brother. Dean shrugged and went back to examining the bars.

Sam handed her the item and Bilba saw that it was a throat lozenge. "Thanks."

"Can't vouch for its age," Dean said absently, without looking at her. "Been in there since the last time Sammy got sick."

Sam sent him another look. Dean didn't take his eyes off the bars but grinned as if he could see it.

"Better than nothing." Bilba unwrapped the lozenge and popped it in her mouth before adding, "my...friend, Fili, saw me get kidnapped. He might have gotten the license plate."

"Won't help," Dean said. "Car was most likely stolen." His eyebrows drew together suddenly, and he half turned toward her. "Fili Durin?"

Bilba's heart jumped and she nodded.

Dean frowned, and then snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "Bilba. You're that Bilba."

"That Bilba?" Bilba repeated blankly.

"Man," Dean shook his head, "you messed that kid up."

"Dean!" Sam's voice was sharp, but Dean simply rolled his eyes.

"You saw him. Kid's been moping for weeks."

"Was he?" Bilba was a little ashamed of the hopeful note in her voice. It wasn't that she wanted Fili to be upset, per se. It was just the thought that someone, somewhere out there had been upset over her, and that she hadn't been the only one miserable... "I thought perhaps he wouldn't care."

She hadn't meant to say that out loud, and immediately felt her face flush with heat as embarrassment crept over her.

Sam and Dean had both gone still and were looking at her with unreadable expressions.

"Trust me," Dean finally said, breaking the silence. "He cares."

Sound came from overhead, and Bilba flinched again, drawing into herself. "What were those things?" she whispered.

Sam sighed. "You probably don't want to know." He smiled at her. "Don't worry, all right? We'll get you out of this."

"If Fili doesn't get here first." Dean smirked. "That kid's gotta be pissed right now."

Sound again from overhead, and now the tortured screech of rusted hinges echoed through the small room as a door was wrenched open. Bilba clenched her teeth but couldn't stop the whimper that escaped.

As if on signal, Dean and Sam moved back to their original positions. Dean tugged lightly on the hem of her dress and Bilba scooted over to the far corner of the cage, behind them.

"All right," Dean said in a low voice as he and Sam sprawled back on the floor. "Try to make them come in after you."

Bilba wanted to ask how they were so sure the person coming in would want her, but then immediately decided she was probably better off not knowing that.

Sam and Dean closed their eyes and went limp. Bilba curled up in the corner of the cage, drawing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them.

One of the men she remembered from the house sauntered around the corner and Bilba stiffened and drew in closer, pressing against the bars until they dug into her back.

The man punched a code into a keypad set in the door of the cage and, with a beep, it clicked, and the door popped open. "Let's go."

Bilba shook her head but couldn't find her voice to say it.

The man scowled and slammed his hand against the bars, causing Bilba to gasp and jump. "You won't like it if I have to come in there, little girl. Now, come here."

Bilba doubted she could have gotten up even if she wanted too. She was shaking violently, and her legs had turned to jelly. Dean was closest to her and she curled her toes under his shoulder. They said they'd help her, she reminded herself frantically. They weren't asleep. They were just pretending. It'd be okay.

She hoped.

The...man...or the thing pretending to be a man had been insanely strong and had the ability to trick others into seeing things that weren't real. Did Sam and Dean know how to deal with him...it?

The man swore and crouched down. "Obnoxious bitch," he growled as he crawled into the cage. "I'm really not the sort you want to be pissing off right now."

The cage was so low he was forced to crouch. He did, and then went to his hands and knees. Bilba wasn't sure why until, without warning, he suddenly scuttled forward with unnatural, startling speed. He scrambled over Sam and Dean's bodies and reached out to grab her.

Bilba shrieked and tried to press back, but there was nowhere to go. She shut her eyes and tensed, waiting to feel his hand wrap around her arm and yank her forward.

Nothing happened.

Instead she heard a strangled intake of breath, similar to the sound someone might make if they'd been punched in the stomach.

Tentatively, Bilba opened her eyes. The man was still there, just in front of her, but his eyes were wide, expression frozen and he seemed paler than before. She looked past him, and saw that Dean was up on one elbow. His other hand held the handle of what looked like some sort of blade. She couldn't tell for sure, because it was currently buried to the hilt in the man's stomach.

"Correction," he growled. "I'm not the one you want to be pissing off."

He shoved the man off into another corner of the cage and pulled the knife out. He cleaned it off on his pant leg with a scowl and then slid it down inside his boot.

Sam had already sat up and was checking the man where he lay crumpled in the corner. "Looks like silver works."

"Usually does." Dean sounded overly cheerful considering the situation. He got up into a low crouch and held a hand out to her. "Come on, what do you say we get out of here?"

Bilba nodded shakily and took his hand, allowing him to help her out of the cage. "You just stabbed him." Her voice wavered. She'd never seen a dead body before, let alone someone killed in front of her.

"Trust us," Sam spoke up from behind her. "He was planning to do a lot worse."

"And he was going to die pretty soon anyway," Dean added. "Just as soon as his girlfriend got a snack."

"His girlfriend?" Bilba repeated blankly. "What was she going to eat?"

Sam shot Dean an annoyed look, and he raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes in an exaggerated inquiry.

Bilba's own eyes suddenly widened as the answer hit her. "Oh," she whispered. "That's why it mattered that I had no one, so no one would miss me."

Sam grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "They secrete a pheromone that lets them interfere with memory. They go after people without connections to ensure there's no lingering sensation of someone being gone. They just failed to realize that most people have at least some connection."

"Which means people noticed," Dean interjected, still strangely cheerful, "and we showed up, met up with the Durins and are handling the problem."

"By getting captured?" Bilba forced a small smile, trying for a bit of levity now that her nerves were beginning to settle just a bit.

Dean chuckled and shot her a cocky grin. "Worked out didn't it? We were here to keep you from being monster chow."

"Dean." Sam sounded exasperated but Bilba surprised herself by laughing, just a little. That laugh vanished as soon as they grabbed her hands just outside the cage door and pulled her to her feet. White hot pain blistered through her feet and she bit back a strangled cry as her knees automatically buckled, trying to take the pressure off. A wave of dizziness swept over her and, when it cleared, she was sitting back on the ground, breathing rapidly, with Sam and Dean both crouched near her feet.

"Don't--" Bilba started, panic settling in and strangling her voice. Don't leave me. That's what she wanted to say, but her mind was stuck on one setting and the only word she could force out was "Don't," over and over again.

Sam moved back to her side, slid an arm around her back and another under her legs and stood with her. "It's all right. We said we'd get you out, and we will."

Bilba was still too upset to speak but managed to nod shakily.

"I wouldn't want to be you if Fili sees you carrying her." Dean quipped as he led the way toward the stairs.

They made it to the top where Dean pressed against the door and tried to hear if anything was on the other side. "I hate bugs," he grumbled.

"They aren't bugs," Sam interjected. "And you're just sore they took your weapons."

"Shut up, Sammy," Dean said without heat. He pulled his boot knife back out and waved it. "And that's most of my weapons. You're just jealous they found all of yours."

Sam had carefully set Bilba on her feet against the wall, grimacing in apology as he did. When he turned back to his brother he'd somehow produced a massive hunting knife that he held up in a few fingers and waggled at Dean. "You were saying?"

Dean scoffed and went back to the door. "Whatever." He slid the door open, risked a look out, and almost immediately jerked back inside and shut the door. "Well, that's going to be fun."

"What is it?" Bilba asked, and then, before he could answer, amended, "never mind. I don't want to know."

"You really don't," Dean agreed. He nodded at Sam and went and took up position just behind Dean's right shoulder.

"You'll be safe here," he told her over his shoulder. "We'll clear out the corridor and then come back, okay?"

Bilba nodded, not because it was okay but because she really didn't have all that much choice. She wouldn't be able to walk well, or run at all, and there was no way Sam could carry her and fight at the same time.

Dean held up three fingers, then slowly curled one down, and then a second. When he curled the third down, Bilba's stomach clenched and she bit down hard on her lower lip as, together, the two opened the door. For the briefest second, she heard what sounded like a strange scuttling, skittering sound. Then the door slammed shut and she heard nothing.

She pressed against the wall, trying to brace her weight against it so she could balance on her heels and not touch her blistered feet to the ground. With death no longer imminent her adrenaline began to fade, and her body's complaints started to make themselves known.

For one thing, she was freezing. She'd been vaguely aware of it being cold but now the temperature was downright biting and the thin dress she'd worn did absolutely nothing for it. She'd lost her shoes and the floor beneath her feet was like ice, which numbed the pain a little but not enough.

After that she could feel the myriad cuts and bruises she'd picked up along with the burning in her throat. She was hungry, and thirsty on top of all of that and fatigue hung on her like a blanket, trying to convince her that lying down for a nap was a perfectly fine idea.

Looking back later, it was probably for that last reason that she utterly failed to hear footsteps creeping up the stairs from down below.

Rough hands grabbed her and, before she could react, a hand was clamped over her mouth, forcing her jaw closed against the scream trying to escape it.

"Your friend missed my poison sack by an inch," a, by now, familiar voice hissed in her ear. "A pity for you."

And, with that, he put his other arm around her waist, tightened his grip and dragged her through the door.

[dansphlevels]

Are you gonna publish part five to yellow roses soon? Because I'm in love with it.

Oh, I guess I could throw something together :)

Yellow Roses Pt. 5 of 6

Read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, or read the whole thing on Ao3 here!

Summary: Dan has a wife who just loves the flowers he keeps getting for her. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know about the attractive florist who sends hidden messages with each bouquet that her husband might just be falling for.

Length: 3k words

Themes: meaning of flowers, florbidden love, historical, flowershop au

The hickeys from the previous night were darkened into small bruises, their origin clear to anyone who might see them.

Because of them, Dan was forced to wear a collared shirt or jacket. After all, if Rose saw them, she’d know they weren’t her doing. Rose never left marks like that- they were much too rough for her liking- and besides, ever since Phil left, Dan had hardly touched his wife. After the party ended, the went their separate ways, Rose to take off the expensive makeup and clothes, and Dan to quickly shed his clothes and fall into bed, and hope that no one came in. They rose late and had a very quiet day, almost strangely so. The maids and servants finished cleaning up from the party, sweeping solemnly. Dan read his paper. Rose sewed. They sipped tea in the same room, though they hardly even looked at each other. Dan tried to read the paper, he really did. But he just couldn’t turn his thoughts off. The night before, he’d been so exhausted and it had been so late, that he had no trouble turning off his mind and turning in. But now, under the refreshment of daylight, Dan had to confront the thoughts gnawing at his mind. Phil’s voice in the closet, deep and sensual, though it could hardly hide his hurt. “You thought you could play us both?“Dan had felt line he needed to make a choice- Phil or Rose. And he’d made a choice, though perhaps ignoring the problem only added to it. Dan supposed that he had been cowardly, choosing the third choice that was never an option. It always came back to the same issues. Love or safety? Wrong… or right?Before Dan’s father had passed away, he’d been a list maker. He made lists for every decision, every occasion; bedtime, money, parties, gambling, books, clothes, people. So Dan sighed, pulled out a piece of paper, and began to write. RosePros:safe optionstay living at home richgood lifenicealready marriedIt was a pretty solid list. Dan moved on to Phil’s pros:PhilPros: -Dan grunted. This felt wrong, and he didn’t even know what to write. Closing his eyes, Dan forced himself to put the pen back on paper and write.PhilPros: - flowers- butterflies in stomach- love being around him- kisses- beatif-"Dan?”He almost jumped out of his seat. “Mmhm?” He mumbled, lips pressed together. Rose’s brows were creased. “I was just wondering what you were writing.”“Oh, just some ideas. It’s nothing.” It wasn’t the answer Rose wanted, but she mumbled an “oh” and went back to her sewing. Dan looked at his list. He felt like a kid again, weighing the pros and cons of catching a mouse from one of the gardens and hiding it inside, or stealing one of his father’s books to read. This was childish; shouldn’t he just know the right answer? Why couldn’t he have both?“You have to choose.” Phil’s voice resurfaced in Dan’s memory, making him shake his head in annoyance. If he chose to stay married to Rose, and continue his affair with Phil, then Phil would leave him. He was right back to where he started. The choice felt obvious. The problem was, Dan didn’t know which one was the obvious answer. He pulled out a fresh piece of paper, with no list on it, and scribbled down a new request for flowers- “something pretty with cattails in it”. He needed to see Phil, to talk to him about his struggled choosing. And that sort of talk could only be had in the dark, with no one around to see them. Dan looked at his lists again, realizing he hadn’t added any cons. He quickly scribbled in the headers, then slowly added to each list. RoseCons: -unsure about love?-arranged marriagePhilCons:-man-I’m married-we couldn’t stay here-abandoning RoseIt was a con that Phil was a man, of course, because no matter where they could possibly go, Dan didn’t know if they could ever be accepted living together. It truly wasn’t reasonable. Dan sent the request for flowers, and waited.—-“I didn’t know if I’d hear from you again,” Phil muttered, walking forwards. He wore a thick jacket that concealed most of his form. It was another full moon, with the light shining off of it just enough for Dan to see the shadows on his lover’s face, maybe just from the darkness, but maybe from lack of sleep. Dan knew the feeling; tossing and turning all night long, miserable in your thoughts. Dan stepped forwards too, until they were close enough to see the color of each other’s eyes. Less than an arm’s length apart, though they did not touch. “Of course you’d hear from me,” Dan said, answering Phil’s question. “Why wouldn’t you?”The dark figure shrugged. “Didn’t know. Thought that maybe, you’d made your choice.” It had been a few days since the party, and they hadn’t seen each other since. This night felt different from the other night, colder, more dangerous. Something was going to go wrong. The question was- what?Dan examined Phil’s face, pale in the moonlight. His blue eyes were grey in the dim, and yes, his eyebags were more present than usual. He was an ominous figure, though he smelt of flowers. “I wanted to talk to you, about that actually,” the brown haired man said, shifting uncomfortably. “I need help making the choice.” Phil looked up with an emotion that Dan couldn’t read - anger? Disgust? Lack of understanding? “You want me… to help you choose? So you’re saying there’s a choice?” Dan stepped back, his hands twitching nervously. “Of course there’s a choice! Phil, this is my life, I can’t just throw it away, just like that!” He expected Phil to retaliate. He expected to get in a full-fledged screaming match. Instead, the man stayed quiet. A few yards away, the river trickled quietly, and crickets chirped. Dan’s breaths were audible. Phil bit his lip, his face fully illuminated by the glow of the moon. “I have a life too,” he said quietly, his voice racked with pain. “I have a job. A house. Friends. And I’d give it up, for love. For you.” He turned away as if it were too painful to look at Dan. “At least, I thought I would.” A branch crunched somewhere nearby, and their gazes both shot up, looking for the source. No noises followed. “Probably an animal,” Daniel suggested, his mouth dry. “Dogs come out this time of night,” he added, unhelpfully. Phil shook his head, still upset. “I’m not a second option. I- I want to get married.”

Dan looked up, observing his features. “I want to get married, maybe not now, but some day. I want a family. What we have now, sneaking around, pretending…. it doesn’t work for me. I need something real.”“This is real.” Phil hesitated. “I need something… that I can count on. I’m done waiting for your messages, if I’m going to be in a relationship, I’m going to do it right.” Dan licked his lips, looking away. “How would we do it, anyways. Phil… we’re two men! We can’t get married!” His voice raised again, but Phil’s remained slow and steady, solid. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice firm. “But I refuse to keep doing this. You have to make a choice.” Anger filled Dan’s stomach, making him feel almost sick. Who does he think he is? Dan thought. I can’t just give everything I’ve ever known up!“Fine!” He spat. “Then I’m staying with my wife. Relationships are all about comprise, Phil, and if you can’t respect my needs, then maybe we should just leave each other alone!”Phil’s anger showed on his face, but his restraint showed in his hands curled into fists, his stiff posture. “You- fine. If you don’t want me, then I’m not sticking around. Find someone else to use!” “Fine!” “Fine!” Phil stormed away, before whirling around, and before he knew what happening, Phil’s lips were against his, so rough and forceful and angry that all Dan wanted to do was hold him. And then he was gone. And he could hardly breathe.

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6 days since he’d seen Phil. 6 days since he’d had a peaceful night’s sleep. 6 days since he’d been kissed. And 6 days since he’d done just about anything. A few weeks ago, Dan had liked his bed okay. It was a nice bed, who cared? But now, he loved his bed. “Who needs Phil,” he would whisper into the piles of blankets, “when I have you?”Despite all the time he’d spent in bed, his eyebags just grew. Rose had had a doctor come over and check him out, and the results were inconclusive. “You should try going for a walk, or having a nice meal,” the doctor suggested helpfully. Dan groaned and rolled over, yanking the covers over his head. “I don’t want to go on a walk!” He whined, the words completely distorted by the pillow he talked into. On the fifth day, one of the maids came in, a bright blush on her cheeks. “Mr. Howell?”“You woke me up!” Daniel complained loudly, though that wasn’t true. “I don’t care, just ask Rose.” “I don’t know if you want Rose to see this.” She explained nervously, holding a piece of paper. Dan narrowed his eyes. “What does that say? Read it to me.” He seldom snapped at maids like that, but he was miserable, and if he was miserable than everyone else should be too. The blush on the maids cheeks spread. “Um… ‘Rose. Pros. Safe option, stay living at home…”Dan’s eyes widened as he realized what it was. “Give that to me!” He ordered, practically yelling. The maid, a young woman- still a girl, practically- winced and rushed it over to him. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to find it, I didn’t read any of it but to see who it belonged to, I won’t tell-” Dan snatched the paper from her hands and stuffed it in his mouth, eating it while the girl watched in horror. “There!” He announced, as soon as he’d swallowed it.  How could he have been so stupid as to leave that in the open? “You are not to say a word of this to anyone, you hear me!” The maid nodded, almost in tears. Normally, Dan would feel remorse, but he was too busy being furious with himself to care. “You can go now, I don’t care.” She scurried away, closing the door quickly behind her. Dan rolled over so his voice was muffled by a pillow, and screamed.

—

“You’re being completely foolish, and it’s not to be tolerated any longer,” the butler said, fixing Daniels suit indignantly. Dan rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, just been a bit ill lately.”“You’ve been a complete twat, if you don’t mind me saying it,” the butler argued, continuing to find things to adjust on Dan’s suit. “Girls, get some powder or something for his eyes, he looks like he hadn’t slept for a month!” “I’m fine, thank you.” “You’re hideous,” the butler argued. “If you don’t mind me saying so.” “I do mind. I should have you fired,” Dan threatened, his voice plain and serious. The man’s eyes sparkled. “I’d like to see you try.” Dan was dressed in the most uncomfortable, unnecessarily costly suit that money could buy. In the latest fashion, it included multiple layers with a long, dark jacket on top- miserable for such a warm day- a buttoned, white shirt, a dark vest, long, well-fitted pants, and a top hat over his messy, coffee colored fringe. The suit was too warm, too stiff, too unnatural. There was no doubt in Dan’s mind that it was bought for him as a sort of punishment, for the way he’d been treating everybody lately. Makeup covered his dark circles, and when he looked in the mirror, it reminded him of what corpses look like, all dressed up in their caskets; tailored and nice, but definitely not alive. Dan was lead to his front hallway, where Rose was waiting. She looked as beautiful and tailored as ever, her maids having styled her nicely in the newest fashions as well. Ever stiffly, they linked arms, and walked out to the carriage awaiting them. They took a day trip to the city, going shopping in the stores and eating a small meal. Dan’s senses were heightened, and despite still being exhausted, he appreciated the fresh air, the good food, even the flowers they saw every so often. In fact, he was almost in a good mood when a police officer came jogging up to them as they window shopped, calling them over. “Is there a problem officer?” Dan inquired politely, though his heart raced. The officer breathed heavily, the smog of the city making exercise even harder. “We’ve been trying to get in contact with you, but everyone we’ve talked to has said you were sick in bed, and refused to have guests.” Dan cleared his throat awkwardly, “Yes, a simple ailment, I’m fine now. What seems to be the problem?”“We’ve arrested a man on… crimes of the indecent.” He lowered his voice, leaning in. “A Mr. Phil Lester was seen a few nights ago engaging in… homosexual activity. We apprehended him, and are currently holding him in a cell here in the city as we figure everything out. I understand you knew him?”Oh God, Phil. “He was just my florist.”

Dan’s stomach turned.

“Well we can use whatever help we can get to figure this out. Would you mind coming to the station and talking with us a bit?” “Of course not. Rose, you should-” “You’re wife too, if you don’t mind. We need a few different perspectives on the man, to see if perhaps whatever homosexual acts he may have committed, have been going on for a while now.” Dan nodded quickly, his entire being shaking. Phil, my Phil, in jail. He imagined the poor man hunched over in some too small cell, no sunlight, no flowers for him to tend to. Dan had been in bed for nearly a week- how long has Phil already spent behind bars?And then there was that other matter, the matter of his crimes. Someone must have been watching them that night they fought. Did they know it was Dan? The police didn’t seem suspicious of him, in any case, but anyone could have seen them, anyone could have been there. Phil’s voice had been quiet and careful, but Dan had thrown caution to the wind with his actions, loud, angry yelling at Phil. Whoever watched them likely didn’t see their faces, but they heard their voices and saw their figures well enough to know it was two men. Dan recalled his yelling, Phil this and Phil that, announcing his lover’s name to the world while he kept his own a secret.

And then they kissed, and it was clear what was going on to anyone who might have seen. Phil was in jail, and it was all Dan’s fault. —Phil was sat on the hard floor of the cell, wearing nothing but a simple shirt and pants, no jacket, no hat. His clothes had small rips in them, like moth holes, and his entire form was covered in a layer of dust and grime. Oh Phil, what have they reduced you to? The once cheery, colorful flower enthusiast was reduced to human waste. Dan scanned the cell, hoping to see dandelions poking through the dirt, something, anything for Phil to watch over. Any shred of plant life, Dan knew would give Phil hope. But alas, there was none. The battered and bruised boy didn’t look up when he and Rose entered, staring at him in quiet horror. Dan’s stomach felt weak, but he forced himself forwards. “Um…. Phil… Lester?” Dan started, not sure what to say. The man’s eyes shot up and stared Dan and Rose down, the blue so intense against all the grays that his gaze seemed to send chills all over Dan’s body. “We’re here to talk to you. We were asked if we could talk to you… about the other night, when you kissed another man.” Phil didn’t seem to hear them. He looked at both Rose and Dan with distaste, his eyes wandering over their forms, observing their clothes, their eyes. It felt as though those eyes could see straight through them, seeing past the eye makeup and fake formalities, reading Dan’s thoughts. Dan’s hands trembled. Rose clutched his arm tighter. “I’m supposed to ask you who the man you were kissing was.” Phil wouldn’t talk to the police. They were hoping someone else could get him to talk. “It was a boy from a brothel,” Phil grumbled quietly, his voice light and airy despite the disuse. “We met in the woods. We argued over prices, and then we kissed. I… I wanted to try it out, see if the reason I couldn’t find a wife was because I didn’t want one.” The statement was bold. But Dan couldn’t help seeing that despite everything he had done to Phil, the florist still protected him. Dan was dressed in the tight, restrictive yet expensive clothing, while Phil was dressed in rags and filth. Dan wanted to reach out to him and say “this is not who we truly are.” But he couldn’t. Dan looked back at the police, who motioned for him to continue. “Um, did you plan on meeting with this… prostitute…. again?” Phil shook his head. “It was a mistake.” Dan’s heart sank. “Right. Of course. And… Do you regret it?” Phil stared at him with such solidarity, it made Dan weak in the knees. “Yes.” Not even a little.“And you’re saying this boy meant nothing to you?”“Correct.” He meant the world to me.“And if released, would you engage in such behavior again?”“No.” Not if you’re still married.“It will be a while before he is released,” the officer interrupted. “My guess is two years, minimum. He’ll be moved to another facility Wednesday morning, a longer term one.” He eyes Dan. “You might want to get a new florist.” Dan almost threw up.“Let’s go,” Rose whispered hopefully. Dan nodded weakly. “Well… in that case, yes, I suppose we’ll just have to find someone new. It’s a shame, but I’m sure it can be done. Have a good day, officer.” “You too, thanks for your help.” Dan turned and left, refusing to look back over his shoulder. But even without looking, he knew Phil was still sitting there, watching him with those piercing blue eyes.

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