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The Trial of the Recipe Robber

D A I L Y F A B L E N E W S

Pinocchio Collodi, Folktale Crime Reporter Thursday, ‎August ‎29, ‎2024

THE 'GOLDEN LOCKS ROBBER' CAPTURED!

TRAGEN STREET - Last month, the infamous Golden Locks Robber was captured at her debut crime scene, the Kuma Household, after injuring herself jumping out of a window in an escape attempt, the Kuma secret recipe in hand.

Police were called to the Kuma household by concerned neighbors at Tragen St. at 2:00 AM. On arrival, the police entered the premises with the permission of the patriarch of the Kuma family, who was on a returning trip from a vacation with his family. After some investigation, the on-duty officers discovered Golden Locks in the Master Room, with the Kuma secret recipe in her grasp. Cornered with nowhere to turn Golden Locks hastily jumped out of the second-floor window, breaking a leg in the fall, prompting her swift capture by on-duty officers.

The Kuma family are well known for their family-owned restaurants and more specifically, their specialty recipes that are only known to them and their most trusted chefs. This was until the then-unknown Golden Locks stool two of Kuma's top-selling recipes at the time, 'Spicy Haferbrei' and 'Frozen O Kayu', to Kuma's competition, before publicly releasing the recipes on an anonymous account three months later. Since then, the robber 'Golden Locks' has gained infamy in the cooking community. If it weren't for the on-duty officers and the miscalculation of Golden Locks she would've stolen the third of Kuma's secret recipe, 'Perfect Porridge.'

Mr. Kuma, whose family was the first to suffer from the golden-haired criminal, had this to say, "I am grateful for the officers, who were able to bring to justice to the criminal who damaged my family's livelihood. I can now rest at ease that she won't be able to do such things anytime soon."

Ms. Boothouse, a neighbor of the Kuma family and one of the first to notify law enforcement had this to say, "When I first heard the break-in happening, I was hoping made! This 'Golden Locks' did enough damage the first time. … But when I saw the poor dear, limping into the police car, I couldn't help but notice she was no older than my youngest grandchild."

There will be a trial at the King's Courthouse next Saturday, August 31st, to determine the fate of the Recipe Robber, Golden Locks.

* * *

Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock.

Twas the moments before Court, and all through the house, barely a creature was stirring, not even a law mouse.

Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock.

That's not to say Gilda Southey didn't feel like fidgeting with every sound the clock made, an odd tune to listen to while waiting for your judgment, a mockery of the tolling silver bells of Mary's Burial Garden.

Twas the moments before Court, and all through the house, barely a creature was stirring, not even a law mouse.

Gilda knew that her streak of good fortune would end, it was only a matter of time. She was amazed by how far she made it with stolen plans, as heavily modified as she made them.

Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock.

But this was the end, she knew that her career as a world-infamous thief would not last, not when they knew her face. Not the first line of work she would have chosen, honestly, but her options were limited.

Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock.

It's been a month since her capture, a month for her to think about what she would say to defend herself since no one half-competent lawyer would be on her side. The judge, and her infamous history, made sure of that. And that's what made her so nervous.

Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Hickory, Dickory, Dock.

There is a light at the end of this tunnel, however. An Option only available to people like her. Story trials. If she can tell a good enough story, make herself look sympathetic, and play up her age a little, she could make her sentence light as a feather! But on the other end of the scale, if she tells her story poorly, or fails to fit in some important information, she could make time at prison a lifetime experience.

Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!

As the clock strikes 1, Gilda flinches, and a law mouse comes down to gather her.

Hickory, Dickory, Dock.

* * *

"Gilda Southey, the Golden Locks Recipe Robber. After four years, your crimes are as such; Twelve counts of recipe pilfering. Eleven counts of jewelry theft. Ten counts of breaking, Nine counts of entering. Eight counts of smuggling contraband ingredients. Seven counts of recipe forgery. Six counts of disturbance of the peace. Five counts of cooking sabotage. Four counts of defacement of public property. Three counts of identity theft. Two counts of highjacking of police vehicles. And one count of aggravated assault. Making a total of eighty-eight counts on your official criminal record. How do you plead, Misses Gilda Southey?"

Ella King. An ex-blade-for-hire, known as The Cinder, before she married into the King family. Now the Judge of the Kings Courthouse, with her band of mice following, working for the law instead of around it. And with the King's law in her hands, she and her law mice have cut down crime in several states in half, with only the smartest, luckiest, and sneakiest to survive her precision strikes. Now, all that skill and power is pointed directly at Gilda, a sneaky not so clever thief who's all out of luck.

It doesn't take Ella's trained eye to see the girl in crutches fear. The hesitation when she moved to the podium, the nervous twitch of her one good leg as if she was ready to run, her inability to look Ella in the eye until her last crime was counted. And in that eye, Ella saw fear.

But… she also saw hope and resolve. What is this girl planning?

With a deep breath, Gilda Southey spoke, "I plead guilty, your honor, all that you've said is true, but you're missing some parts."

"Am I now? This is your official record, as I stated before. I do not doubt we might have missed a few details. Do you care to elaborate? I'm sure such a successful thief, such as yourself, has a story to tell" Judge King stated before her own words caught up to herself. Ah, so that's what her plan was.

"Yes, your Honor! I do have a story to tell! If allowed, can we make this a Story trial?" The little blond asks, a little too excitedly In Ella's opinion. - A story Trial, something the Ella King has proceeded over, and, In Ella's professional opinion, are the bad joke of law. In Ella's career as a Judge, Story Trials either turn into bumbling pleas for forgiveness without real substance or devolve into boisterous brags. One time, it was even a clever distraction. In these types of trials, judges are supposed to ask disarming questions and poke holes in the story, to find the truth in the chronicle. But more often than not, many judges allow themselves to get carried away by the charm of the teller. Hooded Fox, once I get my hands on you and your bow…

"Very well" Judge King demurred. "If you so wish to turn this house of law into a theater, be my guest." She said, a cold harshness hidden within the professional tone. Not unnoticed by the golden-haired pilfer. Gilda nodded, swallowed her nerves, and began to weave her tale.

* * *

To start, let me take the story back before I became The Golden Locks Robber. My mother was not well and I had no father. She overworked herself for days till she collapsed in sickness. We couldn't afford a nanny, all we had was each other, so she had to trust me to not get in trouble. And I did get in trouble, often I did. She would've tanned my hide if she had the energy. Instead, she just hugged and cried, asking me to behave this time. And every time I promised I would, but never did. I just got better at hiding my childish crimes.

Though, I was not good enough not to be noticed by the experienced. I turned thirteen, pilfering some bread and meat, when a man in ugly clothes saw me. He took me, grabbed my hand, and dragged me away like I was his. His hands were oddly gentle despite their roughness, and I was shocked and a bit scared by the suddenness of it that I didn't make a fuss. I assumed he was taking me to my mother, or the bobbies of the time. Instead, he brought me to a dingy eatery and bought me food.

He told me that he noticed my skills and wanted me to work with him and his family, told me that I could be a part of that family. I knew that it was a bad idea, that he was a stranger, that he was probably a criminal, and that I already had a mom. But the food was so good, and there was so much of it. I was already doing bad things to survive, and working with this man could get me some money to help Mom. So I joined him. He dressed in raggedy clothes, taught me how to be better at what I do, and gave me money. For a whole year I ran with them. For a year, I was part of a family that was more than me and my mom. We were called The Ugly Ducks.

* * *

"The Ugly Ducks? You mean the gang of thugs and pickpockets that terrorized all of Swanston?" Ella King interrupts, regarding Gilda with curiosity. "What exactly did you do during your time with them?" She pressed.

"W-well your honor," Gilda stuttered, "I was mostly a pickpocket and shoplifter, s-sometimes a lockpick and sneak. I didn't do anything egregious if that's what you're asking." Gilda announced, nervous that she said something wrong, wondering if she ruined her chances for a light sentence.

"Hm." Ella pondered. "Very well, please, carry on with your story."

* * *

A-a-anyway's! As I was saying. I've been part of the Ugly Ducks for a whole year. I did little jobs. I got paid and I snuck some of it into Mum's purse. Everything seemed to be going well. That was till one day I found the nest in ruin. I didn't know at the time, but there was a bust. Everyone I knew was either in prison, in an orphanage, or… else-were. There was nothing left, except for some papers with plans on them. I took them, thinking they must be important. I ran back to Mum's house and found her dead.

I sat in that house for a month. I didn't know what to do, everyone I knew was gone, and all I had was myself. With nothing to do but survive, I read the plans. 3 Months later, with some adjustments, I barely managed to pull my first heist, all by myself. And That's what I did for the rest of my life. Following the plans of another, getting into close calls, and making improvisations when things go wrong. I'm not going to lie, it was fun, while it lasted. But I didn't want that life. I just wanted to be with my mom, with a dad who cared, and not having to struggle to live, paying most of what I earned for the next plan.

I know what I did was wrong, and I should've stopped when I was old enough to rent an apartment. But I had nothing else to do in life and I didn't know when to stop. But that's not an excuse, and I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused.

* * *

It was a long wait for the jury to come to a conclusion. Gilda was Nervous all over. Has she succeded, or is she going to live the rest of her life in prison? It wasn't till Judge King cleared her throat did Gilda noticed the jury made their decision.

"Gilda Southey. The jury has decided. While you are no doubt guilty of your crimes, It has been decided to grant you a light punishment. For the next twenty years, you'll be serving in community service. Failure to show up without a case will be treated as a dereliction of duty, and you'll spend the rest of your sentence incarcerated. Since you have no home to claim, you'll be kept a close eye on in the King household. I concluded this judgment." With a tap from her gabble, it is done.

Gilda couldn't believe her ears. By all counts, this is what she wanted. But this to her seems to be more of a gift than a punishment. A job that pays, a home and bed to sleep in, warm food and clean water, and nice clean clothes to wear. She couldn't help but cry, "Thank you! Thank you." Her sobs of joy drown out the rest of her thanks.

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H A L C Y O N: Frontier America

L O G 3

Pulling out small black boxes from their bags the group assembled the hovercrafts. They were small, flat disks that fanned out leaving just enough room for their gear and footing. From the center base, a stem ascended to the handlebars with a large console command. In unison, the group boarded their vehicles and quickly advanced deep into the desert wastes. The ground was burnt sienna in color and the skies were aquamarine with dots of indigo and antique white clouds. The heat radiating from the ground made the landscape ripple like a mirage. Dhyrek signaled the group to follow him as he leaned deep into an incline as he glided down the dunes to a small oasis. A brief reprieve in a hellish landscape. “We’re one click from the outpost. Let’s replenish our bota bags and rest.” He walked over to Maris asking about Jensen's condition because he noticed he was limping when he got off his hovercraft. “Well, in better conditions it would be no problem, but I haven’t a clue what type of sickness was afflicting those Woolly drakes. Our resident botanist recovered some samples before leaving. Let’s look them over.” Pulling out a vial of brain tissue Maris injected it with nanobots and attached it to her auto analyzer and after a few moments of loud humming, it projected a holographic showing a full report. “…a lot of issues. An obvious case of Verminous Intussusception. Exasperated by lack of clean water and heat exhaustion. Sepsis that lead to a severe case of Glarea Cerebralis, which explains the greyish color of brain matter.” Pointing at one area of the report she went on, “Colica Rubra and evidence of reto Lyssavirus.” Sighing Dhyrek knew the latter was near-fatal and if he died, he’d succumb to time-fall. “Does Star-fall station have access to a CPFI?” Dhyrek nodded in the affirmative. “Let’s not panic him, but we need to get there now,” Dhyrek told the ground to wrap up what they were doing and get ready to depart. In near moments everyone, including the struggling Jensen, was back en route to the station.

To be continued...

Copyright © 2024 All Rights Reserved. By Dhyrek Grigorieva.

[casspurrjoybell-18]

The Vanilla Scented Rogue

*Warning Adult Content*

B E N E D I C T - S T A P L E T O N

Chapter 45: Kissed

I walked past cells and cells filled with rogues, guards standing off to the side of each and every cell, bowing their heads at me as I passed them.

The rogues glared at me from behind the bars, their eyes filled with hopelessness and their clothes dirty with holes scattered along the fabric.

I walked past them with a blank expression, my eyes catching on a cell filled with three, of the rogues, stuck down here.

There was a boy lying on the floor, probably no older than eight, with a woman placing a rag on his forehead.

There was a bucket of dirty water beside her that she kept dipping the rag in once it had dried slightly.

She was crying as a man sat in the corner closest to the boy, his legs spread carelessly as he rubbed the boy's leg, the man fighting back tears as he tried to comfort the small child.

The young boy's eyes were closed and his heartbeat that looked unsteady, worried me.

I stopped, turning my head towards their cell.

"How long has the lad been like that?" I asked in a harsh tone, my mind still set on murdering the men who hurt my mate.

I immediately regretted my tone once the woman jumped and knocked over the bucket of water, letting out a cry as she tried to scoop the water back into the bucket with no luck.

The man simply lifted his head before looking back at his boy.

"Two weeks," she cried, falling to her hands and knees once she realized she couldn't scoop the water back into the bucket.

Her head was hung as I sighed, turning my body and walking towards the small family, I noticed once standing outside the cell that the man was injured too, a wound continuing to linger beneath his blood soaked shirt.

I took in a large breath of air before pushing my hand into my pocket and pulling out a key that was more than a hundred years old.

I pushed the key into the cell's key cage, walking in before shutting the door partly.

The woman looked up at me with tears in her eyes, the man's eyes turning to mine while continuing to rub his son's leg.

"You," I spoke to the man.

"Stand up and say your goodbyes, the doctors here will not let you leave their care until they're certain you're able to heal completely and correctly."

I walked forward, pushing my hands under the boy's body before lifting him up.

He was limp in my arms.

"I suggest you say your goodbyes too, you seem perfectly fine, health wise, so you're staying here, for the time been."

I watched as the man struggled to stand, immediately pulling his wife into his arms and kissing her before speaking a phrase in a language that I didn't know.

She repeated the phrase with a smile on her face, one of her hands wiping away the tears falling from her eyes.

I sighed before positioning the boy in my arms differently, his body limp but his arms wrapped around my shoulders loosely and his legs loosely pushed up against my hips.

My hand remained under him as my other hand started to open the door, locking it shut once the man and I were both out.

The other prisoners and guards were staring at me in wonder as I walked to the dungeons door, my eyes involuntarily looking back at the women who was grasping the bars while sitting on her knees, her forehead pressed against the bars as tears continued to flow from her eyes.

A smile was present on her face even though tears ran down her cheeks, it gave me pleasure knowing I could help a family when I couldn't even protect my own.

My wolf, Theo whimpered, as I looked back at the door with a hard expression set on my face, the child's breathless breathing encouraging me to dig in my pocket and pull the key out, turning it once it was pushed into the lock.

I never meant for a child to be hurt, especially a child as young as the one in my arms.

I never meant to take my anger out on my own mate who was just trying to cope.

I never meant to discriminate against rogues, Valeria has just been stuck in my mind, urging me to avenge her when I knew deep down that's not what she would have wanted.

If my life was a book and I was just following the words written in ink... would the readers think I'm the villain?

I opened the now unlocked door, my eyes immediately darting to a crying Ashton who was surrounded by Beatrix and Aaliyah.

My lips parted as I looked back at the boy's father, shutting the door behind him with my free hand before hearing it automatically lock.

The man stood in silence, looking down at the ground as he pressed a hand to his stomach.

I looked to one of the guards standing at their post, taking a step towards him before using both my arms to pull the child away from my body.

I held him up by his armpits before pushing him into the guards arms, the guards lips immediately parting as he held the boy awkwardly.

"Watch him," I spoke to the other guard, pointing at the boys father before turning towards Ashton.

I walked fast to the boy sitting on the floor, surrounded by friends.

I pushed Aaliyah and Beatrix away from him before immediately pulling him into a hug.

He felt awkward in my arms for a few moments before he started to slowly relax, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

I exhaled as I felt his body against mine, his forehead pressed against my upper chest as we remained entangled.

He sighed softly as he pulled away, smiling and laughing slightly as he wiped away his tears.

"I didn't expect that, when you rejoined us," he laughed before looking behind me, his smile slowly dying.

"Where are they taking them?" he asked in a quiet voice, so quiet I could barely hear him.

"They are going to the infirmary," I answered, smiling as I raised my arm.

I spread my pointer finger from my middle finger, pushing away a piece of stray hair from his face.

"The infirmary?" he questioned at first before yelling happily.

"They're being taken to the infimary?" he jumped at me, my back laying on the hard flooring as he laid on top of me with a huge smile on his face.

His cheeks were still wet as I gazed up at him, his eyes red as we stared at each other.

"I love you, Ashton," I say, watching as his eyes widened slightly.

"I may not understand why you did what you did and the act may haunt my thoughts for the rest of my life but as long as it's for you, I'm willing to accept every mistake, every decision you've ever made. I forgive you and I love you and seeing you today, facing your fears, made me realize that I can't live without you."

He smiled from ear to ear before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine, pulling away from our kiss all too soon.

"I love you too, Benedict."

[navalcriminalimagines]

Better than me

This is my very first Joel Miller x Reader work. And I completely got carried away. I may do a series, if you guys like it? Joel deserves all the love in the world 🥺Please, let me know what you think!

Summary: You live across the street from Joel. Every night, you watch him play the guitar on his porch and one night, you find the courage to go out and talk to him.

Songs: Future days ; Better than me

Warnings: Smut, oral, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, a bit of roughness

Words count: 5k

Jackson, Wyoming

Just like every night, your neighbor Joel Miller was sitting on his porch, playing his guitar. Just like every night, you stood by your window, listening to whatever he’s playing, tonight he settled on ‘Future days’. You remembered this song from a long time ago. And just like every night, you hoped you’d find the courage to go out and talk to him.

But you never really talked to him. You crossed paths every now and then, barely exchanging two sentences. It’s way much easier to talk with Ellie, the teenager living with him. One day, you were actually talking with Ellie inside the house and when he got home, you found a stupid excuse and disappeared pretty quickly.

You haven’t been able to find the courage to talk to him. Until that night. It was 2am, and you could still hear him play. He was trying to be silent, even though that’s not really possible. You quickly checked yourself in the shitty small mirror of your bathroom and got out of your house. Joel noticed you only when you were standing right in front of him.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” he gently asked.

“Nah, don’t worry. Couldn’t sleep,” you waved off. “Thought I’d enjoy the music from closer,” you were thankfully it was dark outside, so he couldn’t see you profusely blushing.

“Take a seat,” he offered, showing off the chair next to him. “I’m not sure we’ve ever been properly introduced?” he said, after you settled next to him.

“Yeah, me neither,” you smiled. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’m from Nevada, I’ve been in Jackson for a few months and well-- what else can we say?”

He chuckled. “Fair. Joel Miller,” he said, extending his hand to you over his guitar and you shook it. “I’m from Texas. And I play the guitar,”

“Noticed. You actually have been my personal radio for the past months,”

“As long as you enjoy it. Do you play?”

“Unfortunately not. I used to play violin though,” you confessed. “Long time ago,”

“I wish I could find one, just to hear you play,”

That night, most of the conversation turned around music and instruments. You were a teenager when the virus appeared, and you were a music junkie. You didn’t know why but you confessed to Joel that your dream was to be a rockstar and tour all around the world with a band. He told you about his favorite artists back then, and how he started to play the guitar. He confessed about writing songs when the inspiration hits. Which hasn’t for a while.

The next day, you happily joined him again. This time, you talked less about music and more about yourselves. Joel told you about Ellie, how he met her and how that teenager made her way to his heart. For a moment, he considered telling you about Sarah, but what would be the point? You don’t know each other enough, and he didn’t want to look like the man stuck twenty years prior. Even if you all are, somehow. You told him about your family, that you lost a while ago and how you ended up here in Jackson.

For weeks, meeting Joel on his porch became a thing. You were there almost every night, even when there were some sorts of events in town. You enjoyed his company way more than you should and so did he. But neither of you would say so. Some nights, he didn’t even pick up his guitar, it was just you and him, right there, talking. Falling.

One night, Joel’s heart rushed into his chest as he saw you walking with a limp, up to your house. He put his guitar down and jogged to you, right before you slammed your front door. “Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, clearly worried.

“Huh, yeah, yeah. My knee didn’t appreciate today’s patrol,” you told him, motioning him to join inside your house.

“Were you attacked or something?” he asked, watching you collapsing on your couch.

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m just a klutz,” you tiredly giggled. Joel wanted to laugh too but he was still very worried. He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your leg to put it under.

“I’ll be right back in ten minutes, okay?”

You didn’t have time to overthink. Joel left your house in a rush and true to his words, he came back ten minutes later with something in his hand. You hadn’t moved a bit, and you watched him approaching. What he had in his hands was ice. “Do you mind if I bounce back your pants?” he asked and you nodded.

Ever so gently, Joel freed your injured knee and put the ice on it. You hissed at the cold and thanked him anyway. “I’m gonna let you rest,”

You didn’t want him to leave. Not just yet. “You know, the pain will probably keep me awake for a while. I wouldn’t mind a private concert by my favorite guitarist,”

Joel chuckled at that, trying to avoid how it made his heart melt. “Fine. I’ll be right back,”

That night, Joel played ‘Future days’ over and over after you asked him to. He kept playing and singing until you fell asleep next to him.

It took a few weeks for your knee to heal, during which Joel had been nothing but an angel. He was over your house every day, checking on your knee to make sure it was properly healing. He made sure you have enough ice and he brought your meals to prevent you from going to the self. Even while being on a patrol, he found a way to have your meals being brought to you.

“Must be nice to be Joel Miller’s favorite,” Jesse joked as you opened the door. He was holding your dinner in one hand and some ice in the other. “God I wish someone would home delivered for me,”

You let your friend in, and settled back on your couch with your leg up. “I can injure your knee for you,” you offered with a grin.

“Wouldn’t work. I’m not cute enough to get Joel’s attention,”

“Shut up!”

Jesse sat next to you. “His guitar’s here. Is he living here? Oh my god, are you guys dating?”

“No! We’re just friends,” you explained. “We just share the same love of music. So, yes, he does come here and plays,”

“Wow, you really think I’m gonna buy this?” Jesse raised an eyebrow at you.

“Jesse, I swear. Nothing is happening between me and Joel,”

“But you wished,”

“Just leave already.” you retorted.

“Y/N, be careful, okay? The man is broken,”

“Yeah, so?”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Right. Cause you surely stopped loving Dina when you found that she was a lesbian!”

“I’m just saying, Y/N.”

“Thanks for the home delivery,” you don’t want a cold to stand between you and Jesse, “If I had money, I’d tip you,” you smiled at him.

“You know, you could pay me in nature,”

While that sentence made you laugh, Joel didn’t have the same reaction. He was standing right behind Jesse, his arms crossed over his chest. Your friend didn’t see him at first, still waiting for you to say something, “Hi, Joel,” you said, embarrassed.

Jesse didn’t turn around immediately. He knew Joel would kill him if he could. “I’m just gonna go and avoid your eyes, Joel,” he said, leaving the house in a rush, his face buried deep in his shoulders.

“Good call,” Joel muttered.

“It was just a joke,” you said as soon as you heard the door closing.

“I wouldn’t be sure about that, Y/N. He was just waiting for you to say yes,” Joel was still standing with his arms crossed.

“So, what if I agreed?” you teased him, hoping it would make things move forward a little. But it didn’t.

“Do you want me to call him back? He isn’t far, yet,”

“Just come here and give me my hug, would you?”

Joel’s anger - and obvious jealousy - evaporated as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He isn’t much of a hugger, but you are and you managed to make him addicted to your hugs. He loves being intoxicated by your scent, he loves how you hold him tight, he loves how your fingers always find their way to the small hair in the back of his head. And you love how he buries his head in your back, how his strong arms wrap you so perfectly, how his hands sometimes grab your clothes in a fist.

A few weeks later

Your knee was completely healed and you were back on patrols. Things were moving in Jackson and you and Joel spent less late nights together. You were missing him and he was missing you.

One night, a ball was being held. Everyone here needed that every now and then to cheer up and have some good time. Jesse, Dina and Ellie convinced you to come. You did and as predicted, you spent the entire night waiting for Joel to appear, but he never did.

You were walking back to your house around 3 in the morning. As you approached your street, you could hear the music. Instead of going home, you stopped in front of Joel’s porch. “You said you’d come,” you told him.

“I know, I shouldn’t have. Those aren’t my thing,” he apologized. “Are you mad?”

“No,” you said, lying just a little and sitting next to him. “Just disappointed. It was really nice,”

“No doubt. I’m sorry,”

“I’ll accept your apology with you show me how to play,”

Joel chuckled and handed you his guitar. Then, he moved his chair closer to yours. His chest was literally against your back, his face a few inches from yours. You tried to focus on the instrument, but he made it really hard as his hand covered yours in order to show you where to put your fingers. He started with the easiest chord, E.

As you played violin, it wasn’t completely new to you. But you’d have played dumb if needed, as long as he stayed right where he was. When E sounded good, Joel turned his face to the side to look at you. You were already staring. His lips were so close to yours, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips, from your lips to your eyes.

It was now or never. You took your shot and crashed your lips on his. Thankfully, he eagerly responded to your kiss. One of his hands moved to your neck, his beard was gently tickling your skin and he parted his lips, letting his tongue out. You happily welcomed his tongue into your mouth and moaned. The kiss was passionate and intense, Joel couldn’t get you close enough to his liking.

But eventually, he broke it off. You whined, and when you opened your eyes again, you couldn’t see it caused him physical pain to break the kiss. “Don’t you want—“ you start to say.

“I do,” he cut you off. “God, how I do,” his nose was brushing against yours, his hand still in your neck.

“Then why aren’t lips on mine anymore?” You gently nipped his bottom lip and that made him chuckle.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” He had to ask.

“Fuck, Joel. I’ve been simping over you for ages,”

“Simping?”

“Right, sorry I forgot how old you are,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m gonna show you how old I am, babygirl,” he groaned.

In a flash, Joel grabbed his guitar and your wrist. You’re actually not sure which one he was holding the softest. He put the guitar in the living room and took you to his bedroom. As soon as he kicked the door shut, he spinned you around, holding you against the door and his lips crashed on yours, roughly.

He didn’t kiss you long enough, though. He quickly drifted south, and assaulted your neck. You moaned in his hair, and you could feel the obvious bulge in his jeans against your thighs. His hands traveled under your top and you tried to palm his erection, but he immediately stopped you.

Joel grabbed your wrists into his hand and pinned them above your head. He just stared for a moment. Stared at your swollen lips, at the marks he already made in your neck and in your eyes. You were looking at him with both killing desire and love. It confused him for a brief second but he shut his brain and kissed you again.

You were desperate to touch him, undress him, feel him. But he was strongly holding your hands, all you could was grinding your center against his thigh. “So needy,” he whispered in your ear before nipping the lobe. You swallowed thickly and let out a loud moan.

“Yes, I need you Joel. Please,” you begged him. When was the last time someone beg for him?

“It’s been such a long time, I probably won’t last,” he breathed out, shamefully.

“We have a lifetime ahead of us, who cares,”

That sentence didn’t have the impact you were shooting for. In a second, you were completely free from Joel’s grip as he took a big step back. He was panting. “That’s not—“ he whispered, trying to put his thoughts into words.

“Aw baby, did you already come?” you teased him.

“That was a close call, but that’s not my point, Y/N,” you could see he was getting angry. But why? At who?

You took a step forward, your hands tenderly cupping his bearded cheeks. “Then what is your point?” you asked, genuinely concerned.

“This—is a bad idea,” Joel struggled. He leaned into your touch but frowned as he knew he couldn’t enjoy it too much. “You—you should leave,” he wrapped his hands around your wrists, forcing you to let go of his face.

“Not until you give me one good reason, Joel.” Now, you were getting angry. Hurt. Frustrated. All of that.

“You deserve better—“ he whispered. “Better than me,”

“That’s not a good—“

“That’s good enough for me. Please, Y/N.” He begged you, pain clearly written all over his face.

“You’re making a big mistake, you know that?” Joel heard your voice cracking and you had barely finished your sentence, that his thumb was softly brushing your lips.

“That’s my jam,” he sadly tried to joke.

You have no idea what happened in his mind in a brief period of time but for whatever reason, Joel wanted you to leave. He had changed his mind and you’re not the kind of person to force people. If he doesn’t want you like this, if he doesn’t want you around him, you’ll let him be.

You left his house. Leaving you both broken-hearted.

A year later

Avoiding someone in Jackson isn’t an easy task, but somehow, Joel managed to do it pretty well. He always disappeared when you showed up, no matter where it was. He managed to never stare at you from afar when you were definitely staring. The only moment you could’ve walked to him and asked for explanations was at night, as he kept playing the guitar and all of those songs you kept talking about. But he asked you to leave and never apologized. Why would you be the one to make the first move?

As Joel checked his next patrol, he noticed he’s set on a patrol with you the very next day. Completely pissed off, he bursted into Tommy’s office and slammed the door behind. He planted his fists on the desk and stared at his younger brother. “Why the hell am I teaming with Y/N for tomorrow’s patrol?” he barked.

“What’s wrong with her?” Tommy asked, genuinely curious as to why Joel was that mad.

“Nothing,” he said, raising his hands defensively. “I just don’t want to team up with her,”

“I’ll consider making some changes, if you give me a good reason,” Tommy stood up and got closer to Joel.

“I--I almost had sex with her,”

“Almost? Couldn’t get through with it, brother?” Tommy teased him.

Before answering, Joel threw himself on the worn out couch and Tommy sat on the armbar, waiting for explanations. “We were--at it. But I had to stop,” Joel admitted, growling at himself.

“Couldn’t get it up?”

“Tommy, fuck off,”

“I honestly don’t understand how in the world you couldn’t have sex with one of the most beautiful women in Jackson,”

“Cause-- she deserves better than this. Better than me,”

“Bullshit!” Tommy shouted.

“Listen, I’m an old grumpy and lonely guy--” Joel trailed off.

“Cut the crap, bro. I’ve always wondered what her deal was, since she’s turning down all the guys around, but now it makes sense. She clearly wants you,”

“She shouldn’t,”

“Don’t you think that’s on her to decide? So, please, get the hell out of my office, go on that patrol with her tomorrow and take things back where you left them,”

“You’re the worst brother ever,” Joel rolled his eyes.

“I know. I want my brother to get laid, how horrible of me,” Tommy sarcastically answered, before giving his brother a tap in his back.

The next day came way too fast for Joel.

He was late and people were pressing you to do the patrol. You took the two horses with you and walked up to his house. You knocked and let yourself in immediately, “Joel, you’re late,” you called out for him, “I know you don’t want to spend the day with me but we don’t have a choice,” you spoke loudly, not knowing where he was. As you walked to the kitchen, you saw Ellie packing her bag. “Oh, hey El!” you greeted her, hoping you weren’t blushing.

She smiled at you. “Joel’s in the bathroom. He should be down in a minute,” she told you before walking out. “He brought some coffee. Help yourself,”

“Oh, nice!”

Upstairs, Joel couldn’t decide what to wear. Why did it matter anyway? Why did he want to look...good for you? He didn’t have much clothes and all of them were used and dirty. But he settled for his green shirt, as he remembered you telling him it looked good on him. He checked his hair and beard one more time, he even checked his breath before cursing to himself. And he joined you downstairs.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee in Joel’s used mug and started to look around, waiting for him. You hadn’t been there in a year, you hadn’t even approached the porch. You missed this, you missed Joel.

A paper on the coffee table grabbed your attention. You took it in your hand and started to read what was on it, but you heard Joel’s footsteps coming down. You only had a glimpse of it

“The bed I'm lying in is getting colder

Wish I never would've said it's over

And I can't pretend

I won't think about you when I'm older

'Cause we never really had our closure

This can't be the end

I really miss your hair in my face

And the way your innocence tastes

And I think you should know this

You deserve much better than me”

You recognized Joel’s handwriting. This really sounded like a song, but no time to analyze it, as he took the paper from your hand and folded it in his back pocket. “Is that a song?” You asked.

“Really don’t want to talk about it. Let’s go,”

“Haven’t finished my coff—“ you didn’t have time to finish either your sentence or your coffee. Joel grabbed the mug from your hand and drank the rest of the brown liquor.

“There. Finished.”

“Wow, it’s gonna be a long day,” you mumbled in your teeth as you were walking out.

“What?” Joel asked from behind.

“It’s gonna be a wonderful day!” You sarcastically exclaimed.

It was indeed a long day. You and Joel barely talked, only exchanging about your ride of the day. You tried your best not to look much at him, but it was hard as he was looking this good with his green shirt. The worst was when he rolled up his sleeves, showing off his strong and veiny forearms.

On the other hand, Joel spent the entire day looking at you. Most of the time, you were riding the horse in front of him. He had a perfect view on your ass and he loved how it bounced. You were wearing an old tank top, letting him see your tattoo on your shoulder. He wanted to press his lips against your skin again. He missed you like hell.

“Are you mad at me, Y/N?” he asked, while the two of you had gone down from the horses. You turned around to face him.

“Mad?” you sounded angry but somehow, your body language and the sadness on your face said otherwise. “No, I’m just--lost. I still don’t understand, Joel.” you shrugged. There was something in your expression, on your face, that broke his heart all over again.

“I told you.” he just answered.

“Well okay, let’s say that it doesn’t make sense to me,” you corrected yourself, “We spent so much time together, and every second was amazing. Then we kissed and--you took me inside your house, you pinned me against your door, I thought it was going really well and all of the sudden, you backed off. And--and you spent the past year avoiding me, but somehow, you still play your fucking guitar on your porch, knowing that I can hear you. Hell, you spend a serious amount of time playing ‘Future days’— and what you wrote—”

You hadn’t realized you were rambling until his lips crashed into yours. Rough but tender at the same time, his beard tickled your nose. He was holding your face in his hands, making you as close as possible to him. It stayed a chaste kiss until he pulled back. “And now you’re kissing me again,” you said, a bit shaken in a beautiful way.

“I just wanted you to shut up,” he smirked.

“Please, make some sense, Joel,” you pleaded him. “Because I really don’t understand and it prevents me from moving on,” you paused, “Not that I actually want to move on,”

“You never shut up, do you?”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t stop kissing me,”

Back at your house

This past year was long forgotten when you and Joel reached your house. You locked your door behind and basically ran to your bedroom, taking him with you. You were so fast, Joel almost tripped in the stairs. Once in your bedroom, you threw him on your bed and straddled him. You were not going to let him escape this time.

You crashed your lips on his, and you kissed him feverishly. You never unbuttoned a shirt this fast in your life. Joel’s hands got under your tank top and quickly got rid of it, along with your bra. Joel cupped one of your breasts in his hand and brought his mouth to the other. He played with your nipples for a moment, while you freed him from his jeans and boxers. You stroked him a few times, feeling some precum on your fingers. Joel let out the biggest moan he ever had. It’s been so long. So fucking long, he couldn’t stand the foreplay, “I need to be inside you, sweetheart. Like, right now,” he growled.

You got off his lap just to take your pants and panties off. Joel’s eyes darken at the sight of your naked body. He could’ve come just from the sight.

You pushed his shoulders so he was completely laying on the bed. Joel felt your wetness when you started to grind your center against his hard cock. It was killing him.

“Just for my peace of mind,” he managed to say, “You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked, his hands resting on your hips.

“Would it change something if I was?” you answered, pressing your body against his.

“Yes. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. I would take my time with you,” he gently said, planting soft kisses around your mouth.

“I’m not a virgin. It’s been a while though, does hymen grow back?”

Joel laughed at that, but his laugh quickly turned into a deep growl as you made him penetrate you. You slided onto him so slowly, it took everything in his power not to shove his length as deep as he could. You felt his fingers digging so hard on your hips, you’ll probably wake up with bruises in the morning. It’s been such a long time, it almost felt like it was indeed your first time.

As he bottomed out, Joel kissed you roughly. He’s not going to last. This is too much. “Fuck, Y/N! You’re so tight,” he groaned in your ear, holding your hair in his fist.

You pulled out slowly and got him to bottom out again. You rode him with this killer pace, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He made you roll over and pinned you down onto the mattress. Again, his fingers dug into your skin, and his lips crashed on yours in a rough and sloppy kiss. Joel quickened the pace, fucking you relentlessly. He could hear you cry his name and it quickly became a blur to him. It was so much for him, he completely forgot about your pleasure and after a few quick and hard thrusts, Joel came deep inside your pussy, crying your name out loud.

This was too quick, you didn’t have time to cum too. But you didn’t mind, you knew he was going to get even. Plus, seeing him falling apart on top of you like that was the most sexy and erotic and amazing thing you ever witnessed. That image only could get you soaking wet. Pretty much like you were at this moment.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he said, collapsing on you.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, stroking his hair and kissing his temple. He was sweaty as hell, but you loved the taste of him on your lips.

“God,” he panicked, “I came inside you,” he looked at you with wide eyes, realizing the risk it was. He should have never come inside you. This is way too risky. There are no birth controls and no condoms. He can’t do that again. The panic washed him over, but you stayed pretty calmed under him. “Why are you not freaking out? Yelling at me?”

“Is there anything we can do about it?” you asked, steady.

“Well--” he trailed off. Obviously, there’s nothing you can do about it. He came, it’s too late.

“I’ll be careful next time, I promise.” he apologized and kissed you.

Once the panic disappeared, Joel remembered that you didn’t come. He got carried away by his own pleasure, he completely forgot about yours. “Don’t move,” he ordered you and made a trail of wet kisses down to your core. You moaned when his lips reached your clit and he smirked. He licked and sucked on your clit for a moment, one of his arms around your waist to keep you still. When he felt your hand running through his hair, and your nails digging on his scalp, he moaned himself. “Fuck, you’re tasting yourself,” you breathed out.

“I couldn’t care less.” he muttered.

As he kept eating like a starving man, Joel surprised you with a thick finger entering your core. “Jesus, Joel! Yes!” you cried and he didn’t waste time adding another finger. His fingers were curling inside you, hitting exactly where they were supposed and he remained sucking hard on your clit. “Just like that, yes! Fuck!” he felt your body shaking under him and his free hand immediately rushed to your breasts, pinching your nipples between his thumb and index. He didn’t stop, not even slowed down until you came hard on his face, crying his name so loud, all Jackson probably heard you.

As you were catching your breath, Joel got back on top of you and wrapped an arm around your neck. He held you so tight, you almost couldn't breathe but you loved every second of it. You were surprised by his length teasing your oversensitive entrance, “I’ve never recovered this fast in my life.” he growled in your ear. “Can I?” he asked for your consent, gently kissing your temple.

“Yes please! Give it to me, baby. Fuck me!”

That was all he needed. He didn’t need his hand to slide inside of you again. In one thrust, he bottomed out and cursed. “You were made for me,” he said, huskily, before kissing you, all teeth and tongue.

As he thrusted hard and deep inside your pussy, you grabbed his ass and squeezed. He chuckled against your mouth and quickened his pace. He fucked you relentlessly again but this time, he took his time. There was less urge, he was thinking about your pleasure too.

He finally let go of your neck, and got on his knees, lifting your hips a little. Your ass was resting on his thighs as he kept thrusting. That angle drove both of you crazy. While one of his hands was holding your hips hard, he furiously rubbed your clit with the other. He could feel you're losing it. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” you told him. “Fuck, you feel so good!” you cried his name again, coming and creaming on his cock.

“God, I’ll never get used to that sight,” Seeing you losing it under his touch sent him over the edge. He managed to withdraw just in time to come on your stomach, he didn’t even have to give himself a few final strokes.

He collapsed on top of you again, not caring about the sticky mess between your bodies. “You’ll be the death of me, Y/N,” he said and you chuckled.

“I love you, Joel. There’s no better than you,”

[candystudios11037]

Overheat (N x Reader fluff)

Context: it's been a good while sense you, Uzi, N, and V we're banished from the Robo bunker, and we're now on your own. V sees Uzi as their new leader sense she killed J and might be turning into a murder drone herself, that's my theory at least.

Now with that context out of the way, let's get to the story!

Enjoy

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We last left our robot team at the pilot. You all know how it happens so I'm not going to explain it. Uzi, holding her sick as hell rail gun out ready to shoot any other murder drones that show up, V who is now on their side, Y/N who had tagged along, and N who was not doing so hot. His face is was starting to turn red. Was was it?

Uzi looks back at the team and noticed this.

"Hey, N! Are you doing ok? Your all red."She asked him.

N all hot and woozy responds "Y-yeah! I'm totally fine, don't worry!.." As he said that a red explanation mark-triangle appeared on his face , indicating that he was not fine.

Y/N looked at him with concern then looks at V, "What's wrong with him V?!" You asked concerned, looking at the only other murder drone here.

"Worker drones are so stupid. He's overheating dumbass!" V said annoyed, as if we should have known that already.

"N-no guys!..- I-I'm fiiiine-...."  N said all glitchy, with his face switching back and forth from the red mark, his normal eyes, and a yellow X.

"Oh yeah, he did mention that before. Shit, we need to find one oil soon before he dies-"

"Or he kills you both!" V exclaimed, rudely cutting Uzi off.

"O—oh Ri-ihht! Forgot-t to men-men-mention that! Haha-ha." N said even more glitchy.

"Wait, what?!" Y/N said while moving slightly away from N.

V rolls her eyes. "Do they teach you Robo rejects anything in that bunker?! It's sort of like a humans "Fight or Flight" instinct, except if we do end up going feral and not get any oil, then we will die." Uzi's and Y/N's eyes widen and they start to panic, Uzi keeping a level head while Y/N is very expressive with their panicking.

"Alright then! Before N turns on us, we need to find some left over Worker Drones and extract their oil for you and N. Y/N and I will he's out, V, stay with N! I'm sure he won't hurt you sense your also a disa-"

"OH HELL NO! I AM NOT TAKING CARE OF THAT PIECE OF SHIT!" V unfolded her wings grabs Y/N and shoves her towards N and stands next to Uzi. "Y/N is gonna babysit him. I wanna go hunt!" She yelled. N feeling a bit sad after hearing that, but can't express it at the moment. Uzi stepped back a bit.

"That's not a good idea V! N could kill them if we take to long!" V scoffed, "Is that really a bad thing? I mean, they could be a necessary sacrifice!" Uzi looks at Y/N. "I'm not gonna make them stay with him if he's gonna kill them!-" Y/N cute Uzi off.

"No, it's ok. I can stay with N. Besides, I'm a lot stronger than I look!" They said with pride while Uzi looked at them with an "are you sure about that" face.

"Are you sure? You might die." Y/N nods at Uzi.

"I'm sure! You two should get going! I don't wanna die here. Haha..." They said jokingly.

Uzi, reluctantly agreed and her and V left. After they left N's legs went limp and he fell face first into the snow. Y/N quickly turned around.

"Oh god. Here let me help you up." Y/N said as they put N's arm around they're shoulder and lifted him up. "You can walk, right?" They asked.

"L-Legs are all n-n-mu-num...- S-sir-sorry..." N apologized. Y/N smiles at him. "No, it's alright. It's not something you can just control. We should find some shelter though. I mean, your out of commission and I'm just a worker drone." Y/N starts looking around for a cave or something. "Ha-Haa-ha. We-were like sitt-shit-sitting Duc-Ducks..-"

"There!" Y/N points to a cave. -which is an old building- They both went in and Y/N gently sits N down then sits across from him. A few minutes of silence and glitchy noises pass. N hands start glitching. Switching from his knife hands and his regular one. Y/N starts getting nervous.

"Y-you- sho-shooBZzz..-should Lea-leaf- leave me..- I-I ao-wouldn't..- w-ant to kil-hurt- bzzz- YouBzzZ!-...-" N said even more glitchy. Y/N looked at him with concern. "No way! Your my friend, and I would never just leave you when you could die!"

"B-but if yo-yoZzz- you st-ay yo-u cou-BzzZz-ld d-sit-die!..-" N was really concerned, and was clearly holding back. It won't be long until he goes feral and kill Y/N. Y/N felt a chill run down they're robot spine, they hate seeing N like this, and seeing they're guys spread out across the snow. Then Y/N has an idea.

“Hey, N. If you want, you could have some of my oil.” They asked nervously. N was shocked for a moment. “Bzz! A-re yo-you sir-sure!?..-“

Y/N nods at him, holding out their arm for him and bracing themselves. “J-just be sure to use your saliva to fix it, ok?” They said all nervous. Without a word N hungrily made his way to

Y/N and used his tail needle to make a puncture into their arm. Y/N winced in pain from it as oil starts to flood out, which made N’s face go from that red glitchness to red with the yellow X and he hungrily starts licking and sucking it. Y/N felt both a pain and another feeling rise in them. Somewhat fear but also a bit of arousal. N gripped into your arm, then the grip got tighter. He seems to be losing it.

Y/N took note of this.

“H-hey, you ok N- ACK!-“ N’s tail struck Y/N’s shoulder and made a slash! Y/N yelps in pain. “N! W-WHAT ARE YOU-“ Before they would say another word, N launched himself on top on Y/N and started to lick and suck the floods of oils just pouring out of Y/N shoulder. His wings start twitching as if he was ready to start flying. Y/N tried to push him off but he was much stronger. Groaned and winched as N starting biting at the slash, then sticking his though tongue in the slash, Y/N felt his saliva start healing the slash but with N’s constant biting, it keeps getting damaged. Y/N started to feel weak. Was this it? Was this their death?

As Y/N started to fade back and forth from blacking out, N’s face turned back into its normal color and his eyes returned to normal. He takes a minute to realize what he had done and starts to panic. “Y/N! I-I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me!” He apologized while starting to sit up. “I-it’s fine… you didn’t have control over yourself. Hahe…”

N sits Y/N against the wall. “Here, let me fix these for you.” He said as he took Y/N’s arm and starts to lick it, and they’re arm starts to mend back together. Then moves to their shoulder and fixes that.

“Again, I am so sorry. You must have been terrified. If I hadn’t snapped back, I would have killed you.” He kept apologizing, a tear starting to form. Y/N’s strength started to come back, they wiped away N’s tear. “Hey it’s ok. You had no control. It’s all good!” They give him a reassuring smile. N then hugs them tightly. Y/N pats him on his back.

“Y-you know. If your low on oil… you could always have some of mine.” They told. Slightly blushing. N looked back at them. “Are you sure your ok with that?” Y/N nods. “Of course. I like you a whole lot, and I don’t want to see you hurt. Much like you don’t want me hurt!”

A hue of blue formed on N’s face. “O-oh! Uhh! Sure, I-if it’s ok with you that is!”

Y/N pats his head and N moves to sit next to

Y/N.

After all that, the one thing going through

Y/N’a mind is {WHY WAS THAT KINDA HOT?!}

And hour later.

Uzi and V came back and found them in the cave. And saw That N was back to normal.

“He-ey! Your not dead! Good for you.” She said sarcastically. Uzi looked at N confused. “How did you turn back?” Y/N looked at N, wondering what he would say.

“O-oh! Uh- Y-Y/N found some while we we’re looking for shelter! Hehe…”

“She Found some?” Uzi questioned, is suspicious of the two of them.

Y/N chimed in, “Y-yeah! While looking I found some corpses with oil in them.”

“And you didn’t leave me any?! That’s bullshit!” V yelled all angrily. “Sorry V, N had all of it. But hey he’s back to normal now! Hehe..”

“That’s true. We should be sure to have some oil on hand in case this happens again.” Uzi ordered, N and Y/N gave her a salute. “Yes ma’am!” N said with a smile.

Uzi then grabbed both N and Y/N and brought them up. “Let’s get going!” They both nod and they all set off on another adventure!

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The End!

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[the-broken-truth]

Donna getting a oblivious s/o who saves her from wolfs?- 👫⚔

Broken Truth: A Warrior of No Gender? What an interesting request. Let the words weave together and tell the rest.

[The Forest of the Valley of Mist]

The panicked panting of Donna Beneviento weakly echoed through the suffocating mist of the forest she called home but she was not the only one who called this forest home; alas, she realized this too late. Donna had just stepped out of the house for a moment to search the forest for any kind of new plants, but there were none in the areas she was familiar with, so she decided to venture into the darker area of the forest. She left Angie & her veil at home and went on her way - she did found what she was looking for: A new breed of plant that looked like a mixture of Nightshade and Wolfsbane. She picked a few and placed them in her basket...only to hear growling behind her.

That resulted in Donna running for her life from the pack of starving beasts that were gaining up on her - she could feel the vibrations from their barks and snarls as if they were right in her ear. She turned corner after corner, trying to shake them off but her ignorance of the forest ended up trapping her when she came face-to-face with a large stone wall.

Nowhere to climb.

Nowhere to run.

And when she turned around - the wolves were already stalking towards her.

She was trapped.

She was going to die.

One of the smaller wolves must have gotten bored of waiting for the alpha to signal - hunger must have made him stupid - for he barked and ran at the 2nd Lord before jumping in the air to fall upon her and snap her neck. Donna crouched and closed her eyes, waiting for the impact...but it never came.

What did come was the sound of a crack, followed by a small wolf whimper and then silence. Donna opened her eyes, they widened at the figure standing before her.

A tall cloaked figure with [H/L] [H/C] hair, and [S/C] skin stood there with a sword in their right hand and the limp body of the small wolf in their left - it was clear they snapped the wolf's neck but...

'Where did they come from?' Donna questioned herself.

"Ya know..." The person spoke as they threw the dead dog's body aside before pointing their sword at the other wolves, "Usually, I wouldn't care what you dogs do in my forest but the moment you try to sink your teeth into a Royal One, then I have no choice than the tan your hides." The stranger said - anger dripping from each of their words. A light blush crept on Donna's face at those words.

'Someone wants to...protect me?' Donna wondered.

The wolves had enough - hunger and anger made them stupid - and they all lunged at the stranger who charged at them. The Stranger's sword sliced through the first wolf like a hot knife through butter. The second one tried to attack from behind and their airflow was cut off as the stranger lashed out their scarred left arm and grasped the wolf's neck before shattering it until its body when limp before tossing it aside. The 3rd & 4th wolves thought that if they attacked at the same time then if the human attacked one the other could catch them off guard - they theory was discarded along with their lives as the human's sword lashed upward upon the wolf on the left and downward on the wolf on the right but both of their stomachs were sliced opened and they both feel to ether side of the human.

All that stood was the Alpha Wolf and The Human, whose sword was still calling for blood. The Wolf looked uncertain - his entire pack was dead - he knew he was too tired to fight but he was so hungry. What if he got lucky and was able to bring the humans down and feast on both of them? Would he be willing to try his luck?

The answer was no.

He turned tail and ran back into the darkness of the forest.

"Tch. Coward." The stranger scoffed as they placed their sword in the sheath around their waist before walking over to Donna, concern in their [E/C] eyes, "Are you alright, Lady Beneviento?" The stranger asked.

"Y...You know who I am?" Donna asked.

"Yes. I've lived in this forest for many years. I've often seen you and your companion - Angie - in the forest but never this far off. Just what were you doing here?" The stranger asked.

"I...I was looking for new plants but...I didn't notice the wolves. I'm sorry you had the save me." Donna looked away.

"It was not a problem, My Lady. I would come to save you as many times as you need me to...even when you don't. It would be an honor to, Lady Beneviento." The stranger smiled. Donna's heart was beating faster than before, but then she found herself picked up bridal style in the stranger's strong arms; her hands resting on the stranger's chest - their strong chest. Donna was almost red.

"It's not safe for you, My Lady. Let me get you home." The stranger said as they turned on their heel and began running from the wall and right before they reached the trees - they leaped upward and landed on the branch on the first tree and jumped to the next one, and the next.

Donna looked at the stranger's face as they leaped through the trees - their face...it was breathtaking. With the focus of the eyes and the way the moonlight was shining off their face; Donna was at a loss for words. When they did touch the ground again - they were at the porch of Beneviento Estate. The Stranger placed Donna on her feet and took a few steps back.

"You're home safely, My Lady." The stranger said.

Donna had her back to the stranger with her hands clasped over her head and her face red - she turned to thank the stranger and offer them something for their held only to find she was alone.

When did they leave?

How were they so quiet when doing so?

Donna walked to her door when she realized 2 things: She didn't ask for her savior's name and...SHE FORGOT HER BASKET!!! Donna groaned and just walked into her house - too tired to deal with anything else at the moment.

The next morning - Donna opened her door to water her flowers when she saw something on the ground before her: it was her basket! Did the stranger return it to her last night? Oh, there's a note on it.

'My Dearest Lady Beneviento,

Forgive me for writing you so casually but I wanted to make sure you were aware it was I who returned your basket to you. I made sure all your flowers were there & even added a few extras that grow around my home. I hope you are a wonderful day. Also, don't wear your veil so much - hiding beauty such as yours should be a crime but at the same time, too many people would want your hand in marriage; so do what you must with it.

~ [Y/N] of the Forest of Mist.'

"[Y/N]?" Donna smiled at the note before looking at the forest, "I hope we can meet again." Donna said as she picked the basket up and walked back inside - completely unaware of the shadow watching her from the darkness of the forest with a smile of their own.

[spcncershybrid]

She will kill us all- Fred Weasley Imagine

GIF IS NOT MINE

(Summary: Your two best friends rope you into their recent prank little did you know you would be hurt too.)

Fred Weasley X Reader

So basically I’ve seen a lot of people being like ‘oh just imagine Fred’s death being a prank and at the funeral George stays behind and Fred just wakes up saying what a good prank.’ so uh here is something similar. There will be a second part!

April 29th , 1998

“Hey Y/N.” The twins say in unison as I enter their shop.

“Hey why is the closed sign up?” I say pointing to the door.

“We have a plan-“ George starts.

“-a brilliant, heart wrenching, sad idea.” Fred finishes.

“The both of you and plans is never a good thing.” I say sighing.

“Also if it’s just the both of you doing it why did you guys call me?” I ask confused.

“Well our mother won’t kill you for the idea we have planned.” Fred says nodding over to his brother who agrees.

“Just spill your brilliant, heart wrenching, sad idea” I say looking at them suspiciously.

“Well so you know how the whole situation with the Dark Lord is happening.” George says.

“Yes?” I question looking at them.

“Well one of us is planning on fake dying-” Fred says.

“I already hate the sound of this.” I cut him off.

“So I can fake die then at the funeral you guys can hide my body then we can all go home.” Fred finishes raising his eyebrows at me.

I dryly laugh. They can’t be serious. That idea is insane.

“We know what you're thinking-” Fred starts.

“Yeah that you’re insane!” I exclaim looking at them.

“She will literally kill us when she finds out!” I say rubbing my eyes in disbelief.

They really want me to be a part of this!

“She won’t hurt a hair on your head.” George says as Fred nods agreeingly.

“You know what. The thing I get in return better be amazing for helping you gits.” I groan.

“Yes, she’s on board!” George and Fred cheer circling around me.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

May 2nd, 1998

Today’s the day. 

Instead of you-know-who killing us Molly Weasley definitely will.

I can’t believe I agreed to this.

“You ready guys?” George asks looking over to Fred and I.

“Ready to die at the hands of your mother.” I say sarcastically as I twirl my wand along my fingers.

They both laughed at my words and George headed inside.

Fred and I stare at the chaos engulfing around the school.

“After this we should go on a date.” Fred says swaying back and forth.

“Oh Fred Weasley you’ll be the death of me.” I groan softly looking up at him.

“Not if my mum kills you for helping us.” He says laughing as he stares back at me.

I roll my eyes at him and punch his arm.

“So will you?” He asked a playful smirk resting on his lips.

“Sure.” I say giving him a side hug as I notice Percy come upstairs.

“You go with Perce. I'll help fight inside. I promise I’ll be safe.” I say letting him go kissing his cheek.

“I promise I’ll stay alive for our date.” He says kissing the top of my head before going with Percy.

I run inside the building dodging the falling rocks and have my wand held high prepared for the fight of my life.

Little did I know it’ll be the one thing to fight for.

Later in the Great Hall

I walk beside George slightly limping as we enter the Great Hall. Immediately being met with sadness seeing our fallen friends whose lives have ended.

“Why is my mum crying?” George says as he stops abruptly.

“George who’s that on the floor?” I ask stopping next to him as my body grows cold.

Molly looks over at us, tears falling down her face.

We run over to her, dropping to our knees next to Fred’s body.

“There was an explosion that sent him flying into a wall. There was nothing I could do.” Percy said stunned as he watched the pair cry.

“No. You arse you promised!” I whisper angrily as I clutch his clothing tears already making its way down my face.

“Fred! Oh my gosh Fred!” I sob as I shake his body vigorously hoping his eyes would open.

”Come on brother please this was supposed to be a prank.” George whispered for only us to hear.

“He’s dead. My precious boy is dead.” We hear Molly say as we stand.

I look over to George and hug him. We both sob in each other’s arms, parts of us dying with the boy that lie on the floor.

One Week Later

I look into the mirror as I smooth out my black dress.

Today is the funeral. Fred’s funeral.

I take a deep breath and head down the stairs meeting the Weasley family.

We stand together mourning the loss of Fred, each of us nearly tearing ourselves apart as we look at his body lying peacefully in the casket.

“I wish this was a stupid prank.” I whisper to myself.

George walks up to me and stands beside me.

“So much for the plan.” George said sadly as we watched Arthur and Molly cry as they held one another.

“We’ll lay him down tomorrow morning. Morning was his favorite.” Molly said as she headed inside.

Soon enough the Weasleys head inside leaving George and I with the casket.

“You know he promised me he’ll stay safe. He even asked me out before the whole mess.” I say breaking the silence between us.

“Before the war he wanted to ask you out. He fancied you a lot. Ron and I bet each other a galleon if you two got together. I guess I owe him one.” George says laughing quietly recalling the memory.

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“They surely will get together.” Ron said as he stared at Y/N and Fred laughing and scheming together.

“They won't, they're both scared.” George said watching the pair.

“They would look cute together. Have you seen him when she’s near.” Ron said, staring at his brother sitting in front of him.

“You should’ve heard him yesterday talking about her. She walked in and he turned as red as our hair.” George says laughing.

“We should set a bet. One single galleon.” Ron said, smirking as he watched as Y/N slapped Fred’s arm playfully.

“You’re on brother. I bet that they won’t get together. This will be easy; they are both too scared to ask each other out. The Yule ball was pure luck for them. It’s been this way since second year.” George says confidently holding out his hand.

“I bet that they will get together.” Ron says matching his brother's confidence and gladly shakes his hand.

“Remember when he stepped on my foot during the ball.” I say laughing with him.

“I thought you would never walk again after. I was surprised he asked you seeing as you burnt the paper ball he threw at you to ask you in the first place.” George says laughing as we both reminisce on the events of the Triwizarding Tournament era of our lives.

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“He won’t ask me Angela, it's pure knowledge. Fred Weasley doesn’t like me.” I say sadly looking ahead at a Hufflepuff pair of students walking hand and hand after being asked to the infamous Yule Ball.

“He surely will. Just give him time.” Angela says comforting me.

“I sure hope so.” I say looking at her and get back to writing in my book.

Later on…

We all sat in the Great Hall as Snape walked past us, book nestled in front of his face. 

Fred has non stop been flinging paper balls my way nearly getting me in trouble.

Out of my peripheral vision I notice him ball up another piece of paper.

I pull out my wand concealing it under the table as Snape walks past up stopping right behind Angela, who might I add is sitting right next to me.

Fred chucks the paper towards me but I react quickly.

“Incendio.” I say pointing my wand to the paper watching it burn and the charred pieces fall onto the table.

“Fred Weasley if you throw another paper ball my way I will use that spell on you.” I say glaring at him as I naturally get fed up.

“Open it next time.” He hissed looking at me.

Angela and George snicker watching the two of us bicker at each other.

A few moments pass and I silently pray that he won’t throw another.

I look around the room and hear a small thud in front of me.

I look down noticing a scrunched up piece of paper in front of me resting on top of my book.

I look over to Fred who’s motioning for me to open the paper.

I uncurl the ball and read it.

‘Georgie told me you were complaining about not having anyone to go with to the ball. So Y/N Y/L/N I invite you a one night Weasley special. Will you go to the ball with me? As friends.’ 

I smile at the scribbled writing and look up at him. He’s mimicking a ball like dance and nods to me. I roll my eyes and nod back as he cheers silently.

Although it was only as friends I was overjoyed. 

“Told you.” Angela whispered to me as the twins get back to work.

Day of the Yule Ball 

“Does this color seem tacky?” I ask Angela as I twirl in the mirror.

“It’s simple and cute. Fred will lose his mind looking at you in that.” Angela says as she smooths out her dress.

The dress wasn’t too elegant but it wasn’t plain either. It was a simple blue dress with glitter cascading the bottom half reminding me of the night sky.

I link arms with Angela as we head down the grand staircase making our way to the twins.

George and Angela grab each other’s hand and walk away leaving Fred and I standing alone.

We stare at each other not sure of what to say.

“You look beautiful.” Fred said looking at me.

“Thank you. You don't look too bad either.” I say laughing as we head inside where the students gather waiting for the champions to arrive.

After a while everyone dances with each other. I on the other hand stay sitting down watching the night unfold before my eyes.

“Come on you said you’ll dance.” Fred said walking over to me holding out his hand.

I grab his hand reluctantly and he pulls me to him as we sway back and forth to the beat of the song. 

That was until we twisted too quick and his foot stepped harshly on mine causing me to wince in pain.

“I am so so sorry.” Fred apologizes profusely as he guides me to a table.

“It’s alright just remind me to never dance with you ever again.” I say jokingly as I slip off my heels noticing a large bruise slowly appear on it.

“Noted.” He said sheepishly as he helped me stand and led me to Madam Pomfrey.

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“You alright.” George says snapping me out of my memory.

“I will be.” I say sadly before turning on my feet and enter the Weasley home, leaving George outside.

I head upstairs not even bothering to stay down knowing I’ll break down at the sight of everyone upset.

Meanwhile...

George paces around outside staring at the open casket blankly.

What if the potion went wrong when he got hurt? He thought.

Yes he was scared that his brother was truely dead, the thought horrified him. The day their mum pronounced Fred dead he was scared believing he died.

But what if that wasn’t the case? He thought as he stopped.

He entered the house and looked around seeing if anyone was up. He quietly entered the different rooms noticing everyone asleep from the long day.

He quietly exited the home and went up to the casket staring at his brother's pale face.

Remember George just pinch him and he’ll wake up. We made this up ourselves. George thought to himself as he stood over the body.

His hand waved over his brother’s and pinched the back of Fred’s palm.

George stepped back and stared at him silently praying the potion worked. It had been a week at most since Fred ingested the potion. 

Slight movement was beginning to be noticeable and suddenly Fred’s eyes were wide open taking in the night sky. He coughed slightly as George silently cheered.

“Welcome back to the land of the living brother.” George said, helping his brother out of the casket.

“How long was I out from that awful potion?” Fred said his legs buckled as he stood up for the first time in a week.

“A week.” George said, stabilizing his brother.

“Oh man how mad do you reckon they’ll be?” Fred asked, getting excited to see his family's reaction to the whole ordeal.

“Very. Y/N and I cried a lot. Mum and dad cried enough to fill an ocean.” George said laughing.

“You and Y/N cried? You saw me take the potion and I told you to tell her.” Fred said, slightly confused remembering the moment like it was yesterday.

“Beware drinking this might taste like what cat litter smells like.” George said, handing a special blended potion to knock Fred out.

“We don’t even own a cat. How do you know what it smells like?” Fred asked, causing George to roll his eyes.

”I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Fred said as he stared at the bottle.

“Me neither.” George says smiling widely.

“So after I drink this what will you do to wake me up.” Fred said mixing around the liquid watching it swish together.

“All I have to do is pinch you and you’ll wake up.” George said.

“Okay so it’ll affect me later during the war and make sure you tell Y/N so she doesn’t think I died for real.” Fred said as he held the bottle to his lips.

“Of course brother.” George said as he watched Fred drink the potion.

Fred gagged as he drank the potion as the different flavors coated his throat.

“Of course we cried. Percy said you were hit by an explosion that sent you into a wall. I thought you died for real. But later on in the night I remembered the potion would have protected you from anything.” George said as his brother regained mobility.

“So why did Y/N cry?” Fred asked, crossing his arms.

“I never told her about the potion Freddie. She was worked up about the war and it slipped my mind.” George confessed causing his brother.

“She cried over my dead body because you forgot to tell her I wasn’t actually dead! George, that was one thing that wasn’t supposed to happen.” Fred silently exclaimed.

Fred never wanted Y/N to cry over the prank. They already dragged her into the idea he didn’t want her to be heartbroken over the fact that he wasn’t really dead.

“We both thought you were dead Fred. There was no way of telling if you were alive or not.” George argued back.

“Please tell me that she didn’t cry for the whole week.” Fred said, staring at his brother.

George stood silently.

“She will be furious you know. Oh gosh she’ll probably hate me after this.” Fred said, running a hand through his hair.

“She wouldn’t hate you Fred. If anything she’ll hate me.” George says laughing slightly.

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow for the big reveal.” George says shrugging as he guides his brother to a shed on the property.

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“Where’s my boy? He’s gone!” Molly Weasley’s shocked voice pierces through the quiet home.

I quickly get up and head downstairs.

What does she mean he’s gone?

“He should be in the casket Mrs. Weasley. I don’t think we have grave robbers.” I say rubbing my eyes as everyone comes down the steps.

“He’s not here!” She yelled, sounding shocked.

Ron and Harry ran into the living room in confusion as they heard the commotion.

“Who’s not here?” Ginny asked as she walked in.

“Fred.” Molly said as she clasped her hand over her mouth.

I furrow my eyebrows and look around the room noticing one person of the Weasley clan isn’t here. George.

I huff and stomped upstairs. I walk along the hallway and knocked on his door furiously.

“Come in.” I heard him say.

I open the door angrily.

“You better have one hell of an explanation Weasley.” I hiss.

“On?” He asked confused as he sat up from his bed.

“Where is he?” I say crossing me arms.

“Who are you talking about?” He asked as he stood up from his bed.

“The bloody grindylow’s. You know exactly what I’m talking about George Weasley. Where is he?” I ask my voice raising slightly as I tap my foot on the floor.

“Y/N I wanted to tell you.” George started.

“Tell me where he is or you're both dead for real.”  I say staring at him sternly.

“He’s at the shop. He’s in the flat.” George said as he stared down at his feet.

“This isn’t over.” I say as I walk out of his room.

I walk over to the room I’m staying in and grab my wand. I grab my old quidditch jumper and apparate to Diagon Alley.

I walked down over to the joke shop. I placed my hand on the handle and opened the door. I made my way towards the flat and opened it. Low and behold what do I see, Fred Weasley.

“Why are you here?” He asked startled.

“You’re lucky I don't have your head on a pike and because I know how to apparate properly.” I spat.

“Look, I know you’re mad.” Fred said as he put down a book.

“That’s not even the beginning Weasley. You had me worried sick you were dead for crying out loud. I cried for you, Fred and you’re here alive. Was the prank worth it? Was it worth the tears and the heartbreak? So help me on Gryffindor’s name was this whole thing worth it.” I yell at him as I bite back tears. Some cascaded down my face and I quickly wiped them.

“Y/N I’m sorry. I told George to tell you.” Fred said, his voice cracking.

“You’re sorry is all you have to say for yourself! You can forget about that damned date! Don’t even contact me!” I spat angrily as I ran out the room and down the steps.

I wiped away my tears and apparated back to my room at the Burrow.

“Stupid Weasley’s.” I muttered as I grabbed my rucksack off the bed. I began to fill it with my things.

After a few minutes most of my things were packed. I grabbed a fresh piece of parchment and sat down at the desk.

‘Dear Molly Weasley,

Sorry I won’t be here for the funeral. My condolences but I’m leaving. I wish you all the best. I'll be with my parent’s. Thank you for giving me a place to stay for the week I appreciate it.

                                                                                                                       Love,

                                                                                                               Y/N Y/L/N’

I sealed the letter with tape and placed it onto my desk. I grab at my broom and open the window. I hop onto the broom and clutch the top. I pushed my feet off the window sill and flew off. The trip won’t be too long but it’ll probably take a while.

I soared through the air and sighed. I am going to miss them.

[grimoireofwritings]

Hi! Could i get a nsfw scenario where William masturbates for one night thinking about his fem s/o?

.......

So here's me, casually appearing randomly from the void to finally post this months later 0_0

I'm so sorry y'all, mental health has been in the gutter lately and suffering from major heart and brain damage at age 21 is just not a fun gig. Nonetheless, I hope this was worth the wait, you thirsty hoes >.<

Warnings: smut, light femdom ( I headcanon William with a lean towards sub )

Scenario: William's female s/o walks in on him jerking off.

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Guilt.

It was all William could really feel in that moment. Well, aside from a general, looming sensation that had been plaguing the poor gentleman for a while now. It made his stomach all fluttery and nauseous with two completely contradicting urges... Which didn't result in a good state to rest in, as he lay propped up on his simple bedroom mattress. It had even prevented him from getting proper sleep lately. One such part of the equation was his complete and utter shame, which replayed punishing thoughts in his mind on repeat... Mentally battling with himself on how wrong it was to think such filthy things about a woman so pure and angelic. A body like that, he could easily imagine it sculpted from marble like the most honored and beautiful of Goddesses in ancient times. Every curve, and the warmth of that soft skin that he could dream of... How could he ever imagine desecrating it? Dirtying it, and perhaps staining it with his intent?

Apparently he could, and he did... Quite frequently. Such horrendously ungentlemanly thoughts popping into his mind had him mortified with himself.

For this reason, he kept his uncontrollably growing desires a secret from his partner. It seemed to him that she was comfortable with their current level of intimacy in their relationship, therefore.. he would remain quiet and allow her to call the shots. It had always been this way, with him considering himself lucky to have her in his life at all, what with a face like his... As well as his history. So he kept quiet, allowing her to make all the first moves so as to not make her uncomfortable. Despite the longing and craving he had for her, and the shame it brought him, he would suppress every last desire, and would never utter a word or clue about it.

It was getting harder however, every passing day. More and more challenging not to notice the lump in his throat when he had to refrain from staring at certain parts of her in particular outfits, and keep his hands from wandering over the perfectly smooth plains of her thighs, or even passionately gripping on to those breasts that took his breath away.

He gave a slight audible whine, there in his bed, tortured by these thoughts popping up once again.. because once they started, they couldn't stop. This time around for some reason it was particularly agonizing to ignore the growing need in his pajama pants, which was legitimately painful to disregard at this point. He'd end up sweating, palms gripping on to the sheets, as he refused to touch himself to the thought of her. Absolutely not... Never.. he could never be so degrading and perverted towards someone who deserved only the highest respect.

Even as he told himself this for the millionth time, the words had been losing their influence that week, and it was at that moment that he caved, giving a strangled whimper of regret whilst his right hand crept under his waistband. From that point on his vision went blurred and brimmed with red, framing pictures in his mind that could only consist of her.

And goodness was that woman breathtaking. He somehow felt starved for a touch he'd never quite experienced before with her... A deep craving as he could practically feel those lips of hers, divine and smooth like rose petals, grazing over his sensitive neck. Would she perhaps moan his name out softly into his ear, as his hands wrapped around her rear to slip a finger between her wetted and ready slit? Yes... Not only could William picture it, but he could almost feel it, too.

Hands, on her velvet skin, squeezing and caressing here and there.. her labored breaths brushing past his cheeks. By this point William had thoughtlessly worked up the courage to start stroking himself, his movements terrified and shaky, slow but gradual. The tortured man could not help himself.. he really couldn't. Despite the fact that he felt like an atrocious person, that previously sick feeling in his stomach was being replaced by mind splitting pleasure.

Warmth.. so much warmth he was feeling down there, in fact it was warm enough now that it was exactly what he imagined her hot, inviting mouth would feel like. This time he let out a soft but much more discernable moan, a couple of lost syllables and stutters rolling off of his lips as he imagined her tongue massaging in place of where his fingers currently were. He vaguely had a couple of thoughts warning him he should stop soon... She'd be back in their shared room any moment now, after finishing up her nightly chores around the headquarters. But he was way too far gone, and foggy in the brain, to give a damn and have the self control to even do so.

Not to mention, the slightest surfacing of precum wasn't helping, given that it added a slight lubricant to the situation and really solidified the illusion in his mind he'd created for himself. His greatest fantasy would be to have her ride him, perhaps..

Absolutely. Just her, in all of her glory, above him and in her rightful place where he could worship and adore from below. The image alone of her hair framing an expression of ecstacy like a curtain, eyes hazy with pleasure all because of him, whilst he allowed his hands to boundlessly wander over every surface of her divinity.. maybe his lips would latch on to her skin and travel down to a breast, all the while drowning in her sounds.. it was enough to drive him mad in the most beautiful way possible.

By that point, poor William Vangeance was too far gone to even notice the barely audible creaking of the door whilst his girlfriend stepped inside their now shared room. A slur of pathetic, whiney mumblings and moans were leaking out into the air for her to hear in utter shock, as well as her name whispered breathlessly to confirm that he was, in fact, masturbating while thinking of her.

"William? What are you doing?"

It was about as sudden as flipping off a light switch. Light to dark in an instant.. except this time it was his voice and his movements. In the dim room, the only light source being a small candle which cast an orange glow on his face, she could make out a look of complete panic, his entire frame completely paralyzed in his position. Had he gone catatonic?

While she had found the display amusing, she was now distracted, more worried about him than anything else. "Love? Are you alright? This isn't very expected of you.." she trailed off, but before she could finish, William snapped out of his trance, causing her to gasp and glance up at the unexpected tone of his voice.

The poor man could hardly form any coherent words in his next jumbled sentences, sometimes the only noticable parts being things like "I'm so sorry for-" and "I will get my things and go out to the front room couch for the night-" to which his partner was dumbfounded by his amount of panic. In fact, William looked to be on the verge of tears, utterly destraught, much to his partner's worry and dismay. However.. she figured she could easily fix this.

Sauntering over to him, she sat beside him on the bed, placing a finger to his lips in an instant to hush him. Leaning forward to speak directly to him, she could tell he thought he was in for a scolding, but what came next had his jaw practically hanging from its hinges in a gape.

"Touching yourself without me here to take care of your needs? You've got some nerve doing my job for me, Captain William Vangeance. I was surprised you hadn't asked me sooner for favors quite like the ones you were probably just imagining.. but now that I know you've been naughty and doing this in your own time, don't expect any mercy from me tonight. I'll prove to you why I'm far more efficient than your right hand. And I'd better not see this again."

She gave a cheeky smirk, completely digging that expression he was wearing. He 100% never would have guessed such lewd words could ever come out of her, and honestly, it already had his entire body lighting up with heat. That confidence from her.. the domineering and sexy edge to her lips, curled into a dark sneer.. it was all blindingly amplified the moment she straddled over him, looming over his body to speak in a low tone towards his ear. "Are you prepared for me to devour you?" She asked.

This was really doing it for him, and he caved, his pent up desire mixing with his excitement and impatience of the moment... Unable to handle the anticipation. As a result, he resumed, feeling already quite close to an orgasm as he frantically jacked himself off with her weight and presence above him. He just... Couldn't wait anymore. And she was too dazzling, too seductive, much too hypnotizing with those devilish words.

"You have the audacity to continue right after what I just said? Bold move, Captain. Either I underestimated you or you're fucking desperate for me. Which one is it? Care to share with me? If you do, perhaps I will let you off the hook... A bit."

"Y-y/n... P-please! L-let me-"

His begs and pleas were interrupted by a deafening, breathless, gasping cry as he came on the spot, a few whimpers following in a perfect sequence as the white hot pleasure seized violent hold of his body, almost aggressive in nature after having been repressed for so long. Panting, he watched his partner witness his helpless and needy state, almost amplifying the experience to a degree.

She was dead quiet, watching with sharp eyes and an intensity in her stare as he slowly came down from the high, body naturally going limp with exhaustion and his breathing evening out. He chuckled sheepishly then, eyeing her with a noticable hint of anticipation and excitement in his gaze, slightly curious if she'd follow through with her previous promise. "B-better to ask forgiveness than p-permission, right?" He tried meekly, biting his lip at that irresistible smirk returning to her face.

"Incorrect" she stated, which set his nerves aflame yet again.

"See... You're the one who wanted me so bad, aren't you? I honestly had no idea... Especially with how shy you are, I was waiting, but it seems you've made me wait longer than necessary. Not to mention, after directly disobeying me, you owe me a couple rounds. Understood? You'll bear with it like a good boy... And I'll be sure you enjoy it too."

There.. that softer look in her eyes at that last statement, despite how perfectly and wonderfully dominant she was - it made his heart melt. William found it very comforting that he didn't have to take charge right away and that she was naturally the one in charge in such an environment - he spent so much time worrying, being afraid, stressing, overthinking, and telling people what to do... That giving up control to someone he trusted was just a complete relief.

"Yes ma'am," he stated, having gained back some composure. "I'll do my best to endure whatever my goddess intends to give me.. please allow me to touch and praise you."

"Good boy," she cooed, encouraging his words of loyalty, as she slowly lowered herself to gently and sensually take him into her mouth to start off. Almost immediately, a tortured cry of overstimulation escaped him, but at the same time it felt completely euphoric.

It occured to William that one of the best nights of his life was about to take place, so he closed his eyes, and placed a hand down on the head bobbing over him.

~end~

[willowandfog]

Taking Flight

Summary: Kagome has been struggling with her disability most of her life but she's never felt anything but normal with Inuyasha always steadily by her side. But when her neurologist approaches her with the chance to recover full use of her leg, she takes it.

A childhood friends to lovers, soulmates AU

Read on AO3 or Below the Cut

Sorry this is a day late, work got in the way and I literally fell asleep at my desk yesterday trying to write this chapter ^.^

See you soon for chapter six, first date!

Kagome would never let Inuyasha find out about the fact that she had brought work with her. It really needed to get done, and even though she was technically already on vacation she felt responsible for it. Besides, she knew that she would need the distraction it would bring. She was staying with her mother, Inuyasha and herself had reluctantly agreed to sleep apart for the night. 

Stupid tradition. She thought. It’ll be good for you guys, they said. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they said. 

Kagome rolled her eyes and sighed. Leaning back she tried to loosen her shoulders and relax a little further into the tub. She would admit that it had been nice to just sit and have some girl time over a lovely dinner with her mother and Izayoi, and her grandfather adding in cheeky commentary every now and then. Steam rose from amongst the lavender scented bubbles as Kagome closed her eyes and shifted her head, trying to get her neck into a more comfortable position, the loose tendrils that framed her face growing damp from the brief dip into the tub. 

The tension in her body began to melt away and she hummed in appreciation. 

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Inuyasha was in a daze as he sat on their comfortable tan couch. He was in Kagome’s normal spot because it held her scent more than anywhere else, other than the bed; but he decided he wasn’t going to be that guy, laying in bed missing her, yet. The television was on but he wasn’t paying attention, he was missing her; he’d been away from her before, obviously. But never like this, not in a long time, not since they had both turned eighteen and moved into the apartment together. They spent their work days apart but they always, always were together while they slept. It helped soothe them both, him more so with his youkai instincts screaming at him to bond with her. When she was safe and content in his arms he was settled, he was at peace with himself, mostly. He found that the youkai was most quiet when he was being intimate with Kagome and they had been abstaining from that for the past week. 

He sighed, throwing his head back. He felt like there were bugs crawling under his skin, like his youkai was going to claw out of his body and rip the door off its hinges and go find its mate. He knew where she was staying, of course; she was spending the night at her mother’s, but knowing he wouldn’t see her till tomorrow afternoon, and the thought of sleeping without her was driving him crazy. A knock on his door snapped him out of his stupor. 

Kagome! No, stupid, Kagome wouldn’t need to knock. 

With a sigh, he rose to answer the door. When the door swung open he let out an audible groan.

“What do you guys want?”

“Greetings, my liege. Thy fair maiden has bestowed upon us a quest.” Miroku grinned at him as he presented his arm full of liquor bottles. 

“What the hell are you talking about and why are you talking like that?”

“Because he already started drinking in the car and you pick the weirdest friends.” Kouga stated from his position behind Miroku, arms folded across his chest.

Inuyasha sighed. “So why are you guys here?” He stepped to the side to allow them inside.

“Thy maiden-”

“No.” Inuyasha said as he closed the door. “You, speak.” He pointed to Kouga before crossing his arms and continuing. “Why are you here? I’m not great company right now.”

Kouga raised a brow as he ventured over to the couch, just as he was about to sit Inuyasha let out a fierce growl.

“I don’t think so, wolf.” Inuyasha spoke through gritted teeth. “You will sit over there.” He pointed to the armchair. “Don’t think I don’t know why you zeroed in on that spot.” Inuyasha went over and sat in the spot Kouga had tried to claim. 

Kouga rolled his eyes before moving to the chair. “Kagome sent us over as the idiot said. She thought it would be best if you had friends over to help you make it through the night. Well technically she said ‘could you guys go over and have a guys night, Inuyasha might have a tough time by himself.’”

Inuyasha’s heart ached and he found himself rubbing a hand across his chest. Of course she would make sure he wasn’t alone without her. She was the most amazing, thoughtful person in the world. She was so sweet, kind, and never selfish. She should never have to do anything for herself, she should be taken care of, always. 

Inuyasha suddenly stood, he had to go to Kagome, she might need him. He had almost reached the door when Kouga was blocking the way, holding a hand up as if that would stop him. 

“Move. I’m going to Kagome, screw this sleeping apart shit.” 

Kouga didn’t move. “Come on, Inuyasha. It’s just one night, Kagome is safe at her mother’s and you’ll see her tomorrow. You’re getting married tomorrow, the next time you see her she will be walking down the aisle to pledge herself to you. You’re a man, not a wild animal, pull yourself together.” 

Kouga rested his hands on Inuyasha’s shoulders and turned him around, giving him a nudge back towards the couch. “Now go sit, let Miroku pour you a drink and we can hang out and be bros or whatever.”

Miroku handed Inuyasha one of the bottles of bourbon he had set on the coffee table before sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“Really?” Inuyasha questioned him, sitting. “You think trying to get me drunk will help with my decision making and that I might feel less like shit about the fact that she’s not here?”

Miroku shrugged. “Nah. Just thought a little might help you relax. Try not to be so aggressive, your mate is fine, you’ll see her tomorrow, and for now you sit and relax and hang out with your friends.”

Inuyasha sighed as he twisted open the bottle and took a swig. “So why are you here? We aren’t friends, acquaintances at best.” 

Kouga let out a chuckle. “‘Cause Kagome and I are friends, and she asked me to come over. She wanted someone that would be able to help in case you went all crazy youkai on Miroku trying to leave the apartment.”

“Ok, ok. Fine. I know that this is something that Kagome agreed to, and she obviously wants to stick with it, so I’ll try my best to reign in the urge to bolt out of here. Pick up a bottle Kouga, let’s get drunk.”

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Kagome sat on the guest bed, back propped up against the headboard, her comfortable Slytherin pajama bottoms on paired with one of Inuyasha’s shirts that was far too large on her small frame. Her damp hair was thrown into a messy bun on top of her head and she had her work laptop in her lap. As she typed furiously away on her computer her mind kept trying to wander. She wondered if Inuyasha was holding up ok, knowing that this separation would be harder on him with his need to bond. 

Checking the time, she knew that Miroku and Kouga must be there by now, she hoped they were distracting him. She contemplated texting one of them to make sure they were over there and that things were going alright, but decided against it since she knew that Inuyasha would have a harder time if he knew she was worrying over him. She was briefly curious to know what they were doing to occupy their time but decided against that line of thoughts so she tried to focus back on her work. 

When she found her thoughts straying again sometime later, she closed her laptop on a huff. Climbing from the bed, she placed her laptop back into her bag before making her way to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. As she was brushing her teeth she thought about Inuyasha, and how he had always placed her needs first. Hell, he had built his life around her, his career was even chosen for her benefit. Wanting to be able to take care of her the best that he could, he had gone into physical therapy, spending years in school and gaining his doctorate. 

The surgery she had undergone had worked as well as could have been expected, she could mostly walk correctly, she had a noticeable limp at times but never required her crutch, and when her leg would get sore or start cramping up, she would just wear her leg brace and everything would be fine. Now that she didn’t need constant therapy, she wondered if Inuyasha would think or want to change specialties. She hadn’t had the opportunity to speak with him about it yet, with her healing and rehabilitation after the surgery and with the upcoming wedding, but she made a note to do so soon. 

She would be forever grateful that he had chosen a physical therapy career, but it also caused her some guilt every now and then. He had picked his path because of her; if she hadn’t had her stupid injury, would he still have gone down that road? She didn’t think he would have, and she would make sure that he knew how much she loved him for his decision but that he didn’t have to stay in a career that he didn’t enjoy, especially if there was something else he would rather be doing. 

She snuggled under the covers, tugging the extra pillow over to cuddle with, wishing once again that she was back home with Inuyasha. 

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“I still can’t believe you tried to kiss her!” Miroku burst into another round of hysterical laughter, almost toppling off his seat. “You’re so lucky,” he sucked in a breath between his laughs, “that Kagome is so soft-hearted. Inuyasha,” more laughter escaped him, “Inuyasha would’ve killed you!”

Kouga tried to resist Miroku’s contagious laughter but couldn’t, finding himself chuckling even as he glared at him. “Well, i-s was worth it; I was a hair's breaths away from being Kagome’s fir-rsst kiss. If I would ‘ave kissed her and died as a result, it would have been worth it.” 

Inuyasha growled. “Watch it.”

“What?” Kouga gasped in feigned disbelief. “You should take that as a compl-lment. Your mate is highly dessirable and she wants only you. If the roles were r-reversed here, and gods do I wish they were, I’d be rubbing it in your face. If I got to touch that perfects body, and kiss those lus-...luscious lips and smell her delicious c-”

Inuyasha pounced, tackling Kouga from his spot on the edge of the chair and rolling with him to the ground. They rolled over one another over and over, both trying to get the upper hand, both too drunk and uncoordinated to function well. 

“Here’s an idea,” Kouga said between the rolls, “we should hav-a rematch, winner getsss to marryy ‘Gome tomorrow.”

Inuyasha jumped to his feet, swaying, and put his fists in the air. “You got it. Y-your’s so going dow..n” He tilted his head as if confused by his own words. “Kick yooour ass again.”

Kouga slowly rose, using the back of the chair for balance. “Dream on, doggie...dog boooy.” 

When Kouga took a wavery step towards Inuyasha, raising his own fists, a loud snore snapped both of their attention to the couch. Miroku lay sprawled out on the couch face down, arm dangling off the side, empty bottle dangling from his fingers. 

Inuyasha dropped his arms and straightened. “Better idea. I go lay on ‘Gome’s sside of the bed, and dream ‘bout how ‘morrow she’ll be my wife and my soul bond-ded mate.”

“Nooo.” Kouga whined as Inuyasha stumbled towards the bedroom. “Come back, fight. I wanna marry ‘Gome.”

“Dream on, wolf.” 

As Inuyasha dropped face first into the bed, he pulled Kagome’s pillow close, snuggling his face in deep as he held it tight to his chest. He breathed in a deep breath of her scent, missing the chirp from his pocket, as he quickly succumbed to his drunken sleep. 

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Kagome laid there, staring into the darkness, realizing that she couldn’t sleep without the sound of Inuyasha’s soft snoring and his warmth surrounding her. She groaned at herself as she felt the beginnings of tears start to form, swiping at her cheeks when they escaped. Giving in, she rolled over and grabbed her cell phone from the night stand. Rolling back into her spot, she sent a text to Inuyasha, telling him that she couldn’t sleep and that she thought hearing his voice might help.

She lay staring at her phone, waiting for almost an hour before she decided that he must have gone to sleep already. Putting Friends on the television, she laid on her side and hoped that sleep would come soon. 

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Obedient

Request: A/B/O dynamic, where omega! reader just agrees to everything her Alpha (Bucky) says, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating it is. Arranged marriage set up. Please.... Huge fan of your angsts. (He's embarrassing her on perpose, because he just doesn't like her at all. But omega! reader is just so docile and just won't talk back cuz she's raised like that. I think AU would be better, but I'll let you decide that. Happy ending. You are great. Thank you so much.)

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Characters: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Peggy, Omega!Natasha Romanoff x Alpha!Clint Barton Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow (oh look he’s not the bad guy this time), Sam Wilson 

Warnings: angst, humiliation, degrading, collars, obedient omega, starving, implied smut, snippets of smut, heat, pain, abusive relationship, arranged marriage, shitty parents, medical treatments, Bucky being a shitty partner and asshole, suicidal tendency (I think?), mentions of violence, mentions of biting

Words: 2,8 k

A/N: This one took me ages as it was out of my comfort zone to write Bucky as an abusive alpha. Honestly, I was tempted to let Steve rip him apart limp by limp, but I saw this one as a challenge. I left the ending open as I could not write it as a happy ending, not with the way he treated her. Sorry.

Please be aware of the trigger warnings and do not proceed if any warning offends you! This is a warning not an advertisement!

Steve feels uncomfortable, just like Peggy when you kneel next to your husband or rather master as he likes to be called by you.

While Peggy uncomfortably shifts in her seat, tries to not glance at you kneel next to Bucky in your underwear wearing a collar calling you slut, Steve glares at his friend.

“What the fuck, Bucky! I thought you wanted to introduce your wife and mate to us, not embarrass her,” Steve finally grits out. He may be a mobster, a hard man on the outside but Steve never liked alphas treating their mate like a piece of meat.

“I did, Stevie,” Bucky pats his thigh and you sit on his lap, not meeting Peggy nor Steve’s eyes.

You should protest, scream at the way your husband treats you but raised to an obedient omega who gets punished for misbehavior you hold back the tears and swallow the tiny amount of pride you had left.

“This is bullshit, James,” Peggy angrily tosses her napkin onto the table when Bucky pushes you off his lap. He even tosses food to your feet, smirking as he simply has to snap his fingers to make you eat the food.

“That is enough, Bucky,” Steve gets up to pull his wife’s chair, holding out his hand. “I know you like to be the dominant part like to show your power but treating your mate like a dog doesn’t make you a tough man,” Steve grits his teeth, looking at you with pitiful eyes, “it makes you look pathetic.”

“I didn’t want to marry her, Steve,” pointing toward you Bucky scrunches up his nose. “Look at that pathetic little omega eating food from the floor like a dog.”

“Steve, I want to go, now,” Peggy already walks toward the door, giving you a sympathetic look before she backhands Bucky.

“She may not fight back but I am telling you that she deserves better than being forced to bear you and your behavior,” inhaling sharply Steve watches Peggy slap his friend’s cheek again. “You are the lousiest alpha I ever met, James Buchanan Barnes, you make me sick.”

Steve nods in agreement, not meeting his friend’s eyes he sighs deeply. “I thought you are a better man, Bucky. I’ll need a few days or weeks without you. Call Sam or Clint of you need anything.”

The moment the door slams shut Bucky falls onto the chair. He does not recognize you didn’t eat the food or that you suppressed desperate whimpers.

“Great, you ruined the dinner too,” Bucky spats. “Get up, on the bed and present. I will fuck my frustration out before I hit the club to meet a real woman.”

It’s always rough, fast, and without any pleasure for you. “At least you are a good fuck,” pushing off you Bucky slaps your ass, smirking as you dare not to move. “On your place, leave my bed.”

You hurry to leave the bed to lie on the tiny mattress he placed in front of the large window. All you own is a blanket and a pillow, so you cover your bruised body with the blanket to hide your face in the pillow.

“Next time, you’ll look happy,” Nodding you try not to anger your alpha. Your father’s strong hand, the conditioning on turning you into a perfect obedient omega do not leave any room for arguments. “I’ll be back in a few hours; you will stay like this.”

“Great you come to movie night,” Bucky exclaims. He is in a good mood. The last deal with Rumlow was a success and now he wants to watch a classic movie with Clint and Natasha who look at each other, not daring to say a word.

“What? Does she disturb you?” Natasha eyes you warily. She can see the sadness behind the fake smile while you kneel next to Bucky, not daring to move a muscle as you try to hide your pain. “She can go.”

“Steve wasn’t joking,” Clint finally chokes out. “I thought that you had a fight or something and that he told us you forced your wife to kneel on the floor during dinner was a bad joke.”

“I want to go, now,” Natasha will not stay any longer in the room watching you suffer. “Let the poor girl sleep, James. She looks like she’s about to pass out any minute.”

“Did you ever treat the girl with kindness, Bucky?” Clint can’t believe the man who used to be his paragon treats his wife like that. “I have to agree with Steve, this is just not right. Arranged marriage or not, Y/N is a human being.”

“Asshole,” Natasha adds walking toward the door, not waiting for her mate. “I’ll find a way to help the poor girl. I’ll call her parents.”

“What the fuck do you mean with that’s her purpose?” Steve balls his hands into fists, glaring at your father. “He’s treating your daughter like a dog and you have the guts to tell me that’s what you want?”

“She got raised to become an obedient omega, Mr. Rogers,” your father explains, not intimidated by Steve’s demeanor. “James wanted an obedient omega, he got one. Everyone is happy.”

“Everyone but your daughter,” Natasha grits out while Peggy tries to talk to your mother. “Mrs. Y/L/N, please. We need to find a way to get Y/N out of the cycle of obedience. She looks sick, thin, and sad.”

“She will not answer you, omega scum,” your father dares to say and Steve’s hand twitches. “Now out of my house and stop acting as if it’s a crime to treat an omega as she deserves.”

Steve must hold Natasha back, grabbing her wrist carefully as she was about to slap your father’s face.

“Don’t, Nat. You know he has enough power to let all of us disappear. I just thought the great Y/F/N is a better man, someone to look up,” Steve shakes his head. “You’re all the same…”

“Any ideas?” Peggy sighs looking at Clint who tries to find anything in the papers your father signed to seal your fate. “Clint?”

“Nothing, Peg’s,” Clint sighs deeply. “The contract, the papers, and marriage are ironclad. There is nothing I could do.”

“This can’t be true, alpha,” Natasha looks over her mates’ shoulder, sighing as he points at the papers. “There is nothing we can do to help her?”

“We could just kidnap, Y/N,” silence fills the room as Steve quirks a brow at Sam who was silent the whole time. “Sam, anything from you?”

“I still got the keycard to his house,” Sam steps closer to the table now, looking at the papers. “We go in, get the girl, and are out without Bucky noticing us. Of course, someone needs to lure him and his men out,” Sam ends his plan and Steve nods, liking the idea.

“Alright, it’s settled then,” Steve clears his throat, pointing toward Rumlow who watched the scene, an amused smirk on his lips. “Will you help us or just grin like the cat that got the cream?”

“I hate to admit I like your plan, Wilson,” Brock smirks, eying Natasha’s ass shamelessly. “I like omegas, like when they are soft and obedient just like I love a feisty wildcat scratching my ass,” now he gets up to crack his neck. “But I do not like someone treating an omega like a dog. Let us fuck Barnes over.”

“We got a problem,” Rumlow whispers watching the guards open the gate to let Peggy in. “According to my information, Barnes is out of the house for at least three days. No reason for me to lure him out. What’s with the plan now?”

“They let Peggy in, Brock. Don’t pee your pants yet,” Sam muses pointing toward Peggy walking into Bucky’s house. “She’ll fake an emergency, the guards will check on her, while Steve, Clint, and Natasha will use the back entrance to get Y/N out.”

“Shit did Barnes make her kneel next to the table and dropped food on her,” Brock blinks as Sam reluctantly nods. “Such an asshole calling me a jerk. Who fucked with Barnes's brain, dude?”

“Can you not talk the whole time,” Steve groans via intercom. “I can hear you the whole time. Check on the guards and Peggy. Tell us when it’s time to,” Sam yells ‘now’ and Steve picks the lock to sneak into Bucky’s house.

“Y/N, hello,” Natasha can smell your distress before she can see your weak form. Lie on the makeshift nest on the ground you shake in pain. “Fuck, Steve she’s in heat. God, we need to get Barnes.”

“No,” it is a silent whimper leaving your lips when you shake your head until you feel dizzy. “He’ll not help me, refuses to knot me,” close to drifting into unconsciousness you give Natasha a weak smile. “Let me die, please. I don’t want to live like that, but I do not know anything else.”

Tears spill out of your eyes when you lose consciousness right when Clint sneaks into the bedroom. “We got to go, guys. Grab the girl and run!”

“Y/N said she rather dies than living like that, guys,” Natasha sniffles. “How fucked up is James Barnes to refuse to help his mate during her heat? That asshole didn’t even knot her as any alpha would.”

“We got no time to discuss Bucky is the asshole of the century. Let me get her and we bring her to a hospital,” Steve carefully covers your body with a blanket before he cradles you in his arms. “Lead the way Clint, Sam we are on our way, need back-up and the car. Y/N is in heat and it’s life-threatening.”

“I am on it, Brock already storms toward the,” Sam groans, “gate. Too late he’s taking Bucky’s men down, laughing like a mad man.”

“Got it,” Steve walks toward the door, followed by Natasha who tries to hold back the tears when her mate grasps for her hand. “We’ll help you, darling.”

“I sedated her, gave her something to ease the pain,” Bruce explains. “Her fever is still too high for my liking, but I got it under control. Did she eat lately?”

“We don’t know,” Peggy chokes out. “According to Brock’s information, Bucky was away for like three days.”

“I assume she hasn’t eaten for one or two weeks, at least not properly,” Natasha gasps while Steve prefers to ram his fist into the wall. “Her condition is still life-threatening, but I hope we can bring the fever down.”

“Can we see her?” Peggy pleas but Bruce shakes his head, sighing deeply. “We will wait then, right Steve?”

“We will wait and help her find a place to be after she recovered,” Steve declares. “Whatever we have to do to stop James' abuse.”

“Count me in, Rogers,” Brock smirks. “Whatever I can do to piss Barnes off floats my boat.”

“She’s my wife, let me pass!” Bucky yells through the hallway, gritting his teeth. He has Bruce pressed against the wall glaring at the man saving your life. “Where is she?”

“Intense care, Mr. Barnes. We still do not know if she is going to survive her heat. She starved too, this adds to her bad condition, followed by your treatment,” Bruce is, by all means, no coward, so he purses his lips, glaring at the mobster.

“Starving? No, she got food,” Bucky gasps. “Maybe she forgot to eat while I was away over the last three days?”

“I must tell you your wife,” spatting the word ‘wife’ Bruce clenches his fists hard enough to hurt, “starved for more than two weeks, maybe even longer. She must have barely eaten anything. If not for Mr. Rogers and his friends, she would be dead by now.”

Bucky drops his hands, nodding silently as he steps back to make space for Bruce to leave. “I must ask you to not be that loud at the hospital. If you at least could show some decency and leave the poor girl alone after almost letting her die, I would be grateful,” Bruce walks off to talk to Steve and Peggy about your condition.

“Doll,” Bucky whispers sneaking into your hospital room. His eyes widen at the sight of you. Barely breathing, IV at your arm you lie on the hospital bed, not opening your eyes. “Shit, omega.”

Feeling like someone stabbed his heart Bucky steps closer to your bed, carefully reaching out to stroke your hair.

His claiming mark, the one he left after your wedding is a reminder of the way he treated you. It’s messy, too deep and barely healed as he repeatedly bit you to remind you of your place.

“Doll, m’ sorry,” Bucky whines now, sitting on a chair next to your bed. “I hated you for messing my bond with Dolores up, Y/N. I wanted to claim her but that’s no excuse for hurting you.”

“What do you want here?” The door flings open when an enraged Steve Rogers enters your hospital room. “Didn’t you do enough? Do you want to end her right here to get your precious Dolores back?”

“Stevie, I didn’t mean to,” Bucky gasps when his best friend wraps his hand around his throat to slam him into the wall. “Steve…”

“No more Stevie, you monster. Do you know what she told Natasha,” Steve grits out as Bucky struggles against his hold. “Y/N preferred to die, Bucky. That girl over there chooses death over a life with you.”

“She…did?” Coughing Bucky falls to the ground when Steve lets go of him. He’s nervously running his fingers through his hair, pacing as he doesn’t know if he shall attack his friend again or just shove him out of your room.

“H…hello,” voice hoarse you blink your eyes open when your alpha hits the nearby wall. Steve just threw your mate across the room; not caring Peggy screams his name. “S…Steve?”

“We are here, darling. Do not worry,” Natasha whispers as you slowly sit up, looking at your alpha who crawls toward your bed.

Bucky gasps when you flinch away, not daring to meet his gaze. “m’ sorry for leaving the house. I swear I did not want to. I was not conscious when they brought me here. Please,” Steve blinks a few times when you start crying. “I’ll be good, daddy….”

“Why is she calling you daddy, Buck?” Ludicrous your mate shakes his head. “I don’t know, Steve. She never said much to me, to be honest.”

“Y/N,” Natasha tries again but you curl into a ball, whimpering silently. “Please, no more punishment,” your desperate sobs let Bucky get up to rush to your side.

“Doll, I am not your dad, it’s me, Bucky,” purring he tries to gently cup your cheek but you shake in fear. “Shhh, I’ll not hurt you, Y/N. You need to look at me and count to ten to calm.”

Weakly lifting your head you look at Bucky who counts for you. “1,” you take a breath, “2,” another breath and you feel lightheaded, “3 just like that,” Bucky praises while Steve runs out of the room to call for Bruce.

“She’s confused, disoriented and called Bucky ‘daddy’, Bruce. I think she’s…I dunno,” Steve watches Bucky sit on your bed to run one hand carefully over your hair.

“Just like that, doll. Look at me, no one is going to punish you, okay,” nodding you sniffle silently while Steve’s heart clenches in his chest.

“They’ll know you are not satisfied with me,” more tears run down your face when you hide it in the pillow.

“I am the one to blame, not you Y/N,” whispering the words Bucky grasp for another blanket to cover your still shaking body. “I’ll do anything to make you feel better, promised. Please, give me a chance.”

“Bucky, she’s confused, on strong meds to suppress the symptoms of her heat and starved,” Steve grabs his friends’ arm, tries to get him out of your room.

“If you want her to get better and start to act like an alpha, leave her alone for a few days. Let Peggy and Nat take care of her and if Y/N is willing to give you a chance, we will tell you so.”

Two weeks later…

“I think I am ready to talk to him,” whispering the words you look up at Steve and Peggy.

“What will you do now?” Peggy asks helping you into the chair to watch out of the window. “Y/N?”

“I don’t know yet, but I can’t let him do this to me again,” voice trembling you feel Peggy’s hand on your shoulder.

“Whatever you will decide to do, Steve and I will help you figure things out,” you nod, hearing the door open as Bucky silently walks into the room. He looks as if he did not sleep, eat, or shower for weeks.

“She’s ready to talk to you,” Steve says walking toward the door. “If she decides to go, we will take her with us.”

Nodding Bucky steps closer, looking at you before he kneels next to you, not saying a word he whines low in his throat. “I’ll do anything…”

Part 2

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Bokuto and Kuroo reacting to their s/o collapsing

“bokuto and kuroo with an s/o who passed out mid volleyball matxh? like shes playing a game and over worked herself and just kinda passes out?” -anon

Wow i should also rewatch haikyuu to get their personalities better shouldnt I? Definetly made bokuto more dramatic than he is(or did i? idk anymore)

Kuroo:

Kuroo watches your games as much as possible and you do the same

If he’s not busy with practice or his own games he’ll stop by to watch

Currently he was standing by the gym doors watching your team play

And you were winning too!

Though Kuroo noticed somethin was up

Yes playing sports was tiring but you seemed a bit too tired for his liking

Seeing you breathing super hard and slow movements inside his head he was growing more and more concerned

‘Why isn’t the coach taking her out? She’s clearly beyond exhausted!’

“One touch!” your teammates yelled

Kuroo watched as you looked up at the ball, managed to take two steps before completely falling limp

Immediately the whistle is called

Kuroo does not care anymore and jumps over the small borders and runs to your side

If you had collided with someone he’d wait till your out of the court but how could he just ignore you when you full on collapsed??

He doesn’t necessarily push anyone out of the way, but he does make sure hes immediately next to you

“Y/n! Hey!” He yells holding your hand

Hes too scared to actually move you around 

His thoughts are a complete mess 

Kuroo may look simply wide eyed outside but he was screaming and freaking out inside

How could you just collapse like that? Are you okay? Is this normal?? You ARE still breathing right?!

The coach tells him to give you room to breath along with the other students and so they listen

He may have snapped a bit at the coach for not taking you out when you clearly were exhausted

By the time the doctors are running in you wake up and look around confused but still exhausted

“Huh? What happened??”

In a flash your pulled into a hug by Kuroo

“Tetsu? Why are you in the court?”

The medics take you away from the court and kuroo follows and explains everything that happened

Your not allowed to play for the rest of the game which makes you upset but you understand

You realize kuroo has been oddly silent

“Tetsu?”

“Do you realize how scary it was? To see someone you love randomly collapse in front of you? And having no clue what to do??” he says hugging you once again

You reassure him that your okay and give him plenty of kisses

After that he gives a very very long lecture on how you shouldn't over exert yourself like that again and why its so dangerous for you

He’ll eventually make light hearted jokes about it before games 

“Try not to pass out again” “tetsu that was one time!”

Bokuto(featuring Akaashi):

Similar to Kuroo, he’d do his best to watch every game

And boy is he a huge fan boy

Probably has a headband with your name on it and screams into a plastic cone

“GO GO Y/N!! LETS GOO!” 

Over all extremely hyped seeing you guys play

If you guys lose he’ll probably cry too

He had just finished his own game and immediately went to watch yours 

He was still covered in sweat and wearing his jersey but that didn’t stop him from very loudly cheering you own

It doesn’t matter what position you play, setter, spiker(he will extremely over the top hyped if your a fellow spiker),blocker or libero he will cheer you on like your in nationals

Akaashi had joined him to watch your games and this is one of those times

You cant date bokuto and not be friends with Akaashi sorry

“Doesn’t l/n-san seem pretty tired?” akaashi commented and bokuto simply smiled

“Well she is doing her best! She’s the number one player after all!” He said in a confident tone before going back to cheering you

Though bokuto did notice you were starting to look tired, he simply thought it was because you have yet to be swapped out with someone

Currently, you and the other team was going through a very very long ralley and every time the ball was hit Bokuto shook Akaashi around, eager to see the outcome of this rally

You guys managed to spike it down on their side and he let out a very loud cheer

But a sudden thunk made the court go silence

Watching you fall over bokuto swore his world literally shattered

The color from everything vanished and was replaced with a gray hue

Akaashi didn’t even have time to react to bokuto’s yell of your name

Bokuto took a fast bolt to your side and was literally sobbing as he clutched you in his chest

“Bokuto-san! You need to let the officials handle th--” “Y/N!!! DONT DIE ON MEE” he screamed shaking you around with tears just flooding out of his eyes

It took a teacher and akaashi to pull him away from you and oh my gosh he was just max depressed

Sitting outside the nurses office, It only took a few minutes for you to wake up and it took all of akaashi’s strength to hold bokuto back from tackling you into the floor

You had just woken up you don’t need to be knocked out again

Once the nurse and doctor clears you up, akaashi released bokuto and he just glomps onto you

Crying and sobbing he brings you into a tight hug as he nuzzles his teary and snotty face into your neck

“I-I thought you had diieed!” He sobbed and you could only quietly sush him and rub his back

“Are you alright l/n-san?” “I think so, the nurse told me im not allowed to play for the rest of todays game or next practice. Just need to rest and drink water and i’ll be okay” “Well thats good”

“Y/n-chaaan please never leave me!!” bokuto cries more

In the end its you consoling and taking care of bokuto instead of the other way around

[weasleytentia]

I’ll meet you there

 ↳ I’ll meet you there, Fred Weasley

fred weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: after the disaster at Bill and Fleur’s wedding you and Fred share one of the last tranquil moments together before the Battle of Hogwarts.

warnings: slight mentions of sex between consensual adults, almost non-existent, mentions of blood, violence, death and lots of angst. some fluff at the beginning tho <3<3

comments are very much appreciated!!

a/n: i cried writing this so i really hope u like this. i spent more than five hours working on this even tho i’m not satisfied at all. please lemme know if u like this, i may have changed some things in the story since i got pretty carried away haha. xx

Your fingertips traced circles of various sizes on his chest and you could still feel his fastened heartbeat through that touch, the love marks you had left on his skin were still of a very intense purple. His left arm was holding you closer to him while the other was calmly and tenderly caressing your hair, your messy locks were spread across the pillow. 

“What will be of us, Freddie, in a few years?” You hummed with a raspy voice while the first rays of the sun made their way through the curtains, and you could feel their timid warmness on your bare skin. “What will be of all of us?”

A few days had passed since Bill and Fleur’s wedding and since the Ministry of Magic had fallen. You had yet to recover from that night, Ron, Harry and Hermione had disappeared leaving you with nothing but worries, and the scars that event had left in your heart would probably never go away. Things weren’t surely going too well in the Wizarding World - well, actually - you couldn’t even force yourself to remember those days in which you had no worries at all: the only thought of you, an eleven-years-old girl, entering the gates of Hogwarts for the first time almost made you want to go back and live your first year forever. 

That year you had met Fred and George Weasley, a very odd couple of twins - you had thought - but since that day in the Gryffindor Common Room you became inseparable: there was no Fred and George Weasley without Y/N Y/L/N. You weren’t actually the type to pull pranks on other students nor the one to misbehave, in fact, you were quite a bookworm and had an obsession regarding Hogwarts’ rules - nevertheless - you still were their best accomplice. One time the twins had tried one of their infamous candies on a younger student and he had to immediately go to the toilet: needless to say, professor McGonagall had questioned Fred and George and before you could even say “Quidditch” you were in detention. “I can’t believe that I got in trouble with you guys.” you had hissed while writing the one-hundreth sorry on a paper. “The truth is that you just missed us too much.”

“I think we will be just fine, darling.” Fred murmured with a relaxed tone in his voice, never stopping to play with your hair. You knew he just said that to calm you down and to not cause you more stress, but how could you ever believe him? 

Your chin raised up just a little so that you could see the expression on his face, and you contemplated the man that had accompanied you for so many years, never leaving your side. His thin lips were still reddish and almost plumper, recalling the sweet night you had passed together, and his eyes were closed as if he had nothing to worry about, as if in the whole world there was no one but the two of you. His way of being impassive to difficult situations wasn’t really odd to you since he rarely showed any kind of concern, but there were times in which you had witnessed an unknown part of Fred: during your third year at Hogwarts you got seriously injured during one of your Quidditch matches, falling from your broom and hitting your head. You were asleep for a couple of days and when you woke up in the middle of the night, you were utterly surprised at noticing a sleeping Fred right beside you, barely fitting in the chair Madame Pomfrey had given him. As soon as your hand touched his thigh he opened his eyes wide, immediately reaching for your hand, and you almost remember seeing a different glimpse in his eyes as if he had cried, That night, you shared your first timid kiss and since that cool spring night, he never left your side.

“I don’t know, Freddie,” you slightly got up sitting on the bed that was never meant for two and turned your head to look at him. “Your brother has just gone poof” and you gestured that with your hands, “What if the-they are gone? What if they found them and, and we just don’t…”

“Love,” The redhead quickly got up too and came closer to your face. “They are not a bunch of idiots and they surely know how to protect themselves.” He took one of your locks and put it behind your ear, “What about us?” you asked, your eyes searching for a source of reassurance in his. “O-Our family, our friends…”

He parted your lips but your heart was burdened of so much weight that you didn’t let him speak, quickly talking before he could. “The battle is imminent, Freddie, we cannot pretend that everything is going to be fine,” Your eyes were now watery as his never stopped staring into yours, not even a glimpse of sadness or worry. “It’s just a matter of time and I don’t want to risk it.” You breathed out, “I don’t want to lose you.”

Fred was quick to wipe your tears away with his thumbs as he took your face into his palms, lightly kissing the tip of your nose as he always did when you were about to cry, which - in some way - calmed you a bit. As the warmness of his hands left your cheeks you felt the soft material of the blanket on your shoulders, which made a light smile appear on your lips. 

“You’re so beautiful when you smile,” he hummed, “that’s what makes me go through this shit, your smile Y/N, I never want you to stop smiling, alright? ‘Cause your smile it’s my only source of happiness now.”

“What if…”

“You won’t lose me, love, I promise you that.” Fred got up and picked up his shirt from the floor. “I’ll always stay by my pretty girl’s side, alright?”

From the first time in a few days you found yourself to smile sincerely.

You opened your arms demanding one of his tight and endless hugs, and as you snuggled more into his chest you closed your eyes, cradled by the same perfume you had smelled in your Amortentia during your fifth year: fireworks, candies and the familiar scent of the Burrow.

                                                         ∘◦❀◦∘

“Expelliarmus!”

Your right leg incredibly hurt as you limped into the cold and oddly emptied hallways, a few witches and wizards still battling against each other, throwing colourful spells from their wands that made the place look like a show of fireworks. Your leg had been cut by a spell casted by a Death Eater and was now bleeding uncontrollably, the aching pain made you bite your lip.

You couldn’t recognize which of the many hallways you were crossing which was odd since you had walked those very steps during your seven years there, but everything was chaotic and... different.

In fact, Hogwarts wasn’t the same place anymore: some of the walls had fallen down and the candles that once lit up the school were now extinguished, the same place in which you saw yourself and your friends grow up, full of happiness and friendship, was now a gloomy and cold grave. Although the thought of encountering another Death Eater made shivers run through your spine your main concern was not finding Fred anywhere, since you both parted ways just right after the beginning of the battle. 

“Stay with dad, you got me?”

Fred’s eyes looked at Arthur, his father, who was standing just a few meters away from you while the two of you had found a corner apart from everyone else. You had felt the urge to embrace him, squeezing the fabric of his coat. 

“Why?” you cried into his chest, “why can’t we stick together?”

“Y/N, love” he tenderly cupped your cheeks with his steady hands looking at you with the same Love with which he had looked at you during your first Yule Ball together. “I have to stick with Georgie, he needs me.”

You closed your eyes biting your lower lip.

“Dad will protect you, alright, darling?”

You nodded in response unable to utter a single word.

Chaos started to fill the room as Voldemort’s army broke the protection spell but you never stopped looking at Fred, still searching for that reassurance.

For the first time his eyes weren’t sparkly but had a glimpse of uncertainty and fear.

 “I’ll find you.” you murmured, “At the Great Hall.”

“I’ll meet you there.” You could feel the tension build between the two of you and in a matter of seconds, your lips crashed together, as he held you close to him as if he wished to do anything but to let you go. That kiss didn’t last long since, one moment Fred was standing right in front of you and after a few seconds you had lost him along with Arthur.

You were all on your own.

“Y/N.”

You heard a feminine voice that made you immediately turn around the corner, finding one of your close friends, Luna Lovegood, standing there. You instantly couldn’t think of anything else but to hug her tightly, her being the only familiar face you had seen in a while. You couldn’t say that you seriously understood Luna and her ramblings about weird Magical Creatures, but her personality and her immense loyalty to you had made you love her a lot. After breaking the hug you noticed a cut on her cheek and you sighed in relief. 

“I’m so glad that you’re alive.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, “Have you seen Harry?”

“No, I haven’t seen him at all, have you seen Fred?”

Luna looked at the ceiling as if she was thinking very hard to remember what she had seen, given that many things were happening at the same time.

All of a sudden, your head started to spin as you heard a hissing voice coming from an unknown location: then, you realised to whom that voice belonged. 

The words were very clear, the battle was now over and all of Voldemort’s minions had retreated. You glanced toward Luna who put her wand down and your brief moment of happines was soon replaced by a strange feeling.

“Luna, please tell me if you have seen him.” “I reckon he was with his brother, George.”

She then lowered her gaze to your bleeding leg as she started asking question on how you wounded yourself, but her presence was now minor, you had to figure out where your boyfriend was. Your brain was trying to work out a few places in which he could find him and suddenly, it hit her.

“The Great Hall.”

You murmured to yourself more than to Luna and quickly nodded a thank you to her before sprinting away toward the place in which you had spent most of your days. As you ran - trying to ignore the aching pain your body was in - all of the past years spent by his side started to resurface in your mind: the long walks toward Hogsmeade holding hands like little kids and the multiple butterbeers you would drink in just one evening, the various nights where you snuck out of your dorms and explored the castle using the Marauder’s Map, the hours of detention spent together cuddling and giggling at his jokes about Snape’s nose. The kisses he gave you everytime you won at Quidditch shouting to everyone in the Common Room: “That’s my girl!”

As soon as you crossed the immense doors of the Great Hall all of your thoughts vanished like dust in the wind. The first person you saw was Ron and you smiled widely limping toward him, but there was no smile, only a simpathetic sad expression. You felt a strange sensation at the tip of your stomach as something didn’t feel quite right.

“Ron.” You mumbled with a dry mouth. “Where’s everyone?”

Ron didn’t answer, instead, he just lowered his gaze and took a few steps to his right, revealing a scene you had only thought of in the worst of your nightmares. George was standing still, looking at you with tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably. His eyes were now void as if he had been deprived of his own soul. Molly was kneeling down just like Arthur and Percy, while Ginny was crying in Harry’s arms, and as you stood there all of their eyes were on you. 

Every step you took was like being stabbed in the heart, each time by a much sharper knife. You started to feel your legs go numb and you didn’t even feel the pain of the wound anymore, because the pain irradiating into your chest was much more stronger. You fell to your knees, arms immediately reaching for the fabric of his clothes, squeezing them tight making your knuckles become white, and you contemplated his face.

“Fred,” you whispered as your tears fell on his shirt, “Freddie please, please, wake up.”

His once brown eyes were now closed, his face was covered in ashes and seemed to be paler. He looked as beautiful as the last time you had seen him, but when you sweetly brought your hand to his check, you found it cold to the touch. “What happened, Molly?” It came out as an odd murmur, your brain still not processing what you were seeing, “Did he, d-did he hit his head? We should-, we probably should bring him to a muggle hospital.”

The woman couldn’t stop herself from crying as she reached for the top of your head, caressing your hair. “Oh, Y/N, dear...”

“Fred?”

You asked once again and checked for a movement, a wink, anything. 

Maybe he was just faking it to scare everyone and then, when no one saw it coming, he would stand up on his feet at laugh at all of you for believing such a stupid thing. Fred Weasley couldn’t have died like that.

The more you looked, the more his chest didn’t move an inch, but as you desperately searched for any sign you noticed his lips curled into a small yet visible smile, and then you realized.

He was gone.

Fred Weasley was gone and had left you in just a couple of hours. 

The one person who had never judged you, the one person who had planned a forever with you, had just left you and there was nothing you could do about it. 

Fred Weasley was dead.

The screams of agony were almost muffled by all of the voices into that crowded place and by George’s embrace. As he held you tight the both of you cried the unjust and unexplained death of a brother, a partner in crime, a lover.

Even in death Fred Weasley had left you with one of the best gifts you could have ever asked for and that had made all of your days bright... his smile.

[hotjellycow]

𝚈𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝙰𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚡 𝚂𝙼𝚁

𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍

Warning(s): none

3rd POV 

It was a normal day at UA, everyone was happy and talking amongst each other like usual, but one thing was off, Aoyama.

The class 1A students all noticed how he was smiling a very warm smile towards his phone on and off, it worried some and others didn’t care.  

“Do you think we should talk to him or something?” Mina asked to Uraraka, “I don’t know maybe we should just leave it he looks happy.” She said 

“But it's just so weird,” Mina said staring intensely at Yuga. 

“H-hey Yuga, a-are you ok?” Deku stepped up and asked him, “Of course! Moi is absolutely fine!” he responded but he looked a little... nervous? 

“O-ok” he said and went back to his seat, but everyone knew something was wrong. 

{After school} 

Yuga got up quickly walked out the door, he speeds walked to the restroom and changed into some a white button up shirt and black tight jeans.

He walked out and speed walked out of the school gate down the streets towards a park, little did he know he wasn’t alone. 

Mina POV 

Denki, Kirishima, Bakugo, Jiro, Sero, and I were all following Aoyama because he was acting way too suspicious earlier.

“Why the FUCK are we following this baguette!” Bakugo shouted. “Shhhh! Be quite we can’t let him hear us,” I whispered to them 

“Why are we following him Mina, its creepy,” Sero whisper asked me, “He was acting weird earlier, so I think he has a a girlfriend or something.” 

“He could also have a boyfriend, you never now,” Kirishima said. “SHHH! Look there's a boy!” Kaminari whisper screamed while pointing. I turned my head and saw a tall, handsome (Hair colored male) standing there in a black t-shirt and black jeans, he had many piercings and tattoos covering his body. Aoyama went up to him and hugged him and kissed him on. The. Lips. 

Your POV 

I was waiting for my boyfriend to come at the park then I felt small arms wrap around my torso, I look down and see Aoyama snuggling into my chest.

I smirk and hug him back; he lifts his head up and kisses me on the lips.

I kiss him back until we pull away, he was blushing but had a cute smile a little different from his signature smile, it was softer. “Hello mon amour,” I said, he blushed more and smiled, “Hello mon amour, how are you? We haven’t seen each other in a while.” He asked me, “Oh I’ve been fine my dear, but I've missed your dazzling self,” I said moving a stray hair from his face. 

“Would you like to get going now dear,” I asked, he nodded, and we walked off hand in hand, but I heard some footsteps and voices, I turned my head back and saw nothing.

“Is there something wrong mon amour?” Aoyama asked me tilting his head up at me, I shake my head and turn back continuing to walk. 

We arrived at the small café it was a tad bit fancy but calm, I ordered some tea and sweets for us, we sat at a booth and began eating while talking with each other, I looked up outside the window and saw a very pink girl, a guy with red hair, an off brand Pikachu, a tape dispenser, and an... angry Pomeranian? As soon as I looked at them, they hid out of sight which I found strange.

 I shook it off and continued focusing on the conversation until I had to use the restroom, I stood up and excused myself for a moment and went to the bathroom.  

Aoyama POV 

(Y/n) went to the bathroom and I kept eating and checked my phone until someone sat next to me and in front of me, I looked up and saw my classmates around me.

“Darling! What are you all doing here?” I asked getting a bit nervous, “Well we noticed you were acting suspicious earlier” Mina said, “And we got curious, so we followed you” Denki continued. I went a little pale, “Oh darlings I know I'm sparkling but there was no need to follow me,” I said maintaining a calm persona. “We’ll get to the point fucking croissant, who the fuck was that guy!?” Bakugo asked, “Oh him he was just a friend dears,” I replied, “Oh really, you know we saw you kissing him earlier, is he still your friend,” Mina asked with a smug smirk on her face.

I blushed a dark red and stuttered a bit “W-ell you s-see-” “Aoyama what's going on?” We all looked up and saw (Y/n) standing there with a confused face. “Hi! I’m Mina Ashido, that’s Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugo, and Sero, we’re Aoyama’s classmates” Mina said shaking his hand, “Oh you’re the people who were following us earlier, well I’m (L/n) (Y/n) Aoyama’s boyfriend.” 

“You knew we were following you the whole time?” Sero asked, “Well you guys aren’t the quietest people, and saw you all earlier outside the café,” (Y/n) replied. 

“Well sorry to ruin your whole date we'll get going now,” Kirishima said pushing the others out of the café. 

“Oh, thanks it was nice to meet you all,” he said smiling and waving to them, then he turned to me, “Well they seem nice, would you like to go to my place now?”

He asked me, I nodded, and we were on our way. Once we got to his house we cuddled and watched a movie together with some drinks and snacks, “I love you mon amour,” “I love you too (Y/n).”

He cuddled into my neck and peppered kisses all around. I was squirming a bit, “You know darling I haven’t seen you in a long time, it was pretty lonely,” He said to me. “I was quite lonely too dear,” I said, “How about I remind you how much I love you,” he whispered into my ear causing a breathy moan to leave my lips from his hot breath.

I nodded my head shakingly, he picked me up bridal style and took me to the bedroom where we spent the rest of the night. 

{The next day} 

“Aoyama has a boyfriend!” Mina announced loudly, everyone gasped and turned to me I blushed dark and just walked to my seat. 

“Well no wonder he’s limping,” Tokoyami mumbled causing me to blush even darker if possible. 

[naokik1016]

S/o with a quirk similar to his | Part Three

I wake up in an unfamiliar place, in unfamiliar clothes and next to a kinda familiar person. Burnt skin and many staples complimented the body of the  dark haired male. He looked down at me with his beautiful turquoise eyes that I have a good memory of.

???: Hey little birdie, had a nice rest, considering that you very much like my heat

I eye the dark haired male, before darting out of the bed, down the hall and to a room that seems like a bar, considering the rows of drinks and liquors that sat on the shelves.

A figure appeared from behind the bar, black mist covered their body and yellow slits appeared as eyes. Another person sat in one of the bar chairs, light blue hair fell upon the person’s shoulders, they turned towards me and gazed at me through the fingers of a hand the covered his face from my view.

Y/n: Y-you’re Shigaraki, leader of the, l-league of v-villains...

The light blue haired male sighed and spoke in a scratchy voice.

Shigaraki: Good, you know who I am, I didn’t really want you here, considering that you’re not really known to all of Japan, so I don’t really have a motive to kill you, but as long as you don’t get in my way, you fine

???: Chill out Shiggy, she’s not gonna be anywhere near you or your plans that always fail

The dark haired emerged from the hall and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I pushed the arm away and bound over to the other side of the room, away from the taller male. Cold sweat ran down my back, but then, my mind flashed to a certain person.

Y/n: Where’s Hawks? Where is he?

My feathers appeared on my forearms, the two men laughed.

Shigaraki: That’s cute, a weak hero threatening us, Dabi you have such poor taste

Dabi: I would like it if you don’t complain about my taste, hell you probably don’t even have taste

While the two men chatted, I carefully walk past them and to a door, trying to open it.

A spine-chilling laugh echoed out from the hall, stopping me in my tracks. A girl emerged from the hall, amber eyes bore through at mine. She smiled at me with sharp canines. 

???: How lovely, when one burnt toast asks me and Twice to go do something for him, he almost lets the girl leave because he was distracted by Shiggy

Dabi threw a glare at the girl, but she bounded over to me and threw her arm over my shoulder

Toga: Himiko Toga, nice to meet ya, oh yeah, don’t listen to these losers, they suck. Oh and don’t worry about your little boyfriend, he’s fine, just missing some feathers

I quickly push Toga away from me, she stumbled into Dabi, who stumbled into a wall. My feathers appeared again, and this time I pull one of my feathers out and harden it into a small blade.

Y/n: I swear to fucking hell, where the fuck is my damn boyfriend, if I see one god damn cut, bruise or scar on him, I’m letting loose..

Toga got up, her hand favored her head, she rolled her eyes at me.

Toga: Geez, you’re scarier than you look... Look, I would let you go see your precious boyfriend, but Dabi on the other hand, won’t allow you to see him

She spoke out of pity, it disgusted me, it made my blood boil. 

Shigaraki: This is getting boring, Kurogiri, put her to sleep

The misty figure behind the bar moved, its arm extended towards me, I tried to back away, but my back only met a wall. 

The black mist quickly enveloped my body, it made my head spin.

Y/n: T-too much...

My conscious faded, my body fell limp on the floor, the black mist disappeared from around my body. The trio looked down at my limp, frail body. 

Shigaraki: Good, now tie her up, I don’t want a pro hero roaming around freely..

Toga: Geez Shiggy, and you don’t even feel bad for the poor girl??

Shigaraki: All pro heroes are bad, no matter how good they can act, they’re still bad in my book

Dabi rolled his eyes and went over to me, he scooped me up in his arms and walked back to his room. Gently placing me on his bed, he took out a pair of handcuffs don’t question why- and cuffed one of my hands to the bed post.

Dabi: If only you just listened back then, then you wouldn’t even be in this situation right now...

_____________________________________________________________

With Hawks...

I woke in an unfamiliar place, in unfamiliar clothes and saw an unfamiliar person. I tried to flex my wings, but most of my feathers were gone.

Hawks: Where the fuck am I? And where’s my babybird??

???: Cool your jets bud, I don’t know who babybird is, but if you’re talking about (pro hero name), then she’s fine, the LOV taking care of her

The masked person was polishing a blade, not really caring that the #2 hero was in front of him. I growl in defeat, trying to flex my wings again, but got the familiar feeling that my feathers weren’t entirely gone, they were just missing from my wings.

I muster up most of my strength and gather up most of my missing feathers, the person noticed how much my wings grew and immediately panicked. I look up at them with a smirk as my feathers cut me free of my bonds.

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The person laid on the floor, I brush off the dust that was on the clothes I wore and opened a door that the person was standing by, it was a closet that contained some of my clothes, along with an insane amount of cleaning supplies and masques.

I change back into my clothes and fly up to a balcony window, a single feather smashed through the glass and a cool breeze flowed through.

Hawks: Wherever you are, I’ll find you, even if I have to kill everyone that gets in my way..

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[bakubitch-minusultra]

Not Alone: Chapter Four

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :3 this chapter is very short considering the other chapters but thats because a l o t of stuff is gonna happen in chapter five k bye

-> Word Count: 1k

-> Warnings: blood, y/n stiching herself

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat [if you wanna be added lmk <3]

“Seriously both of you have to be hurt? I’m gonna get Hades to bite me so someone else gets a turn to do the laundry.”

Pain shot everywhere. The light in the cabin felt like too much. Everything felt thick, like she was moving through mud.

“Oh you’re awake.”

Y/n batted her eyelashes in an attempt to make out the fuzzy being in front of her. She felt her hands around her face.

“But I’m still hot. Mina, what did the books say about fevers?”

“I never read that part.”

Y/n coughed and sniffled, “I need fluids- and salt. I need to get hydrated again.”

Kirishima brushed his hands over her face, “You look really uncomfortable. Want me to take you to your bed?”

Y/n sat up as best as she could. She felt weak.

“I’m okay here. Did my artery get shot?” Y/n asked as her vision cleared and Kirishima came into her view completely.

He shook his head, “We don’t think so but you lost a lot of blood. I think you’re anemic. My mom was anemic.”

“I eat a lot of meat.”

“She always ate a lot of vegetables though. Something found in radishes and purple cabbage and beets was what her doctor told her.”

“Well that would explain it,” Y/n felt crabby, her leg hurt bad. She looked at the huge white bandage covering her bullet wound. “Who did this? Did you get the bullet out?”

Kirishima limped back to his spot on the couch, “Mina did it. She did exactly what you did for me. Only you weren’t awake for it.” Y/n easily caught the bitterness dripping from his statement.

“Stop being a baby, I saved you. What about the guy?” Mina brought Y/n a glass of water.

“No one else had come by but at the same time we haven’t exactly been leaving the cabin.” Y/n looked down at Hades who was sleeping beside the loveseat she was stretched out on. She carded her fingers through his thick fur.

“Someone will come looking for him. We need to go to one of the other houses.” Y/n was shocked by her own statement. She couldn’t believe that she said that. She never helped anyone and the words felt unnatural to her.

Kirishima laughed, “You have other houses?”

“Supply houses where I’ve hidden food and supplies. They’re all farm houses with bunkers or shelters and cellars.”

Kirishima whistled softly, “You’re an amazing girl Y/n. How long have you been alone?”

Visions of her father crept into her mind, but she was too tired to fight them off; and suddenly her lips started to move on their own.

“The whole time. He died, my father died in the first month. When the panic hit the cities and everyone fled.” Y/n doesn’t tell them that he was the first person she left. The first person she ignored.

She saw the pity cross Kirishima’s face, “You were nine?” Y/n nodded. “How have you made it this far?”

“I don’t help people. I haven’t helped anyone. He told me to run. Always run. Don’t look back, Y/n just run. Then hide.”

Mina sat on the couch beside her friend and beamed up at Y/n, “Until us.” Y/n looked at her and began to think terrible things about being shot and the fact that the man had no doubt followed them to her cabin. But instead, she smiles.

“‘Till you.”

Kirishima read her thoughts, “And look where it got you. I think you’re right. As soon as we get back on our feet we should get moving.” Y/n didn’t respond. She needed to look at her wound. She needed to make sure Mina did it right. She lifted her leg and ignored the pain, tearing the tape off and wincing as she slowly peeled off the layers. Blood seeped through the closer she got to the wound and she felt nauseous seeing her own blood filter through the cotton. The top bandage was soaked. Mina hadn’t stitched her up properly.

She wanted to get angry with her but instead spoke in a soft tone, “I need the water boiled and the needle and floss.”

Mina looked at her with a hurt expression,” Did I do it wrong?”

“Yeah,” Y/n gritted her teeth and spoke through them, “But you tried.”

She passed everything to Y/n on a plate. Y/n wanted to chuckle at the fact that she had been downed by a sniper, but she couldn’t. She knew she should’ve noticed him, instead of daydreaming about Kirishima. She glanced up at him and saw his worried face.

“How’s your leg?” She asked.

“Fine. It itches but my fever is gone. It looked really red when Mina changed the bandage earlier.”

Y/n pointed to the bathroom, “Mina I have tea tree oil in the cupboard. It’s antiseptic and antibacterial.” She returned with the small blue bottle. Y/n’s father had left bottles of it when he was stockpiling his supply cupboards. Mina passed it to her and she dumped it all over her wound. It didn’t sting and it felt like nothing. But the smell burned her nose with mint freshness.

She put the lid back on and tossed it to Kirishima. He was sitting in his underwear on the blankets. After catching the bottle he undid his bandages and smothered his leg in the oil.

Y/n’s fingers trembled as she poured whiskey over them. She tried to thread the needle with floss but she couldn’t. She closed her eyes and sighed. Hades pressed his cold nose against her ankle and she opened her eyes and threaded the needle. It was the smallest needle she had. She gritted her teeth and remembered the day her father took her to a park.

She pressed the needle into her skin. She was somewhere else. She was the girl on the swings. Her smiled became forced as tears slipped from her eyes and landed on her pale yellow blouse.

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weewoo

[olivia200312]

Claimed~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon)

Plot: Optimus is in heat and Y/N lets herself to be claimed by the Prime ;)

This is a lemon!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Faceplate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eyebrow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Backplate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from overheating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

Note: the art goes to the owner!

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"O-Optimus... ah!"~ Y/N moaned in pleasure as Optimus sucked on her neck from behind.

You may wonder how all of this happened. Well, let me tell you one thing: heat. The leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, went into heat. He was dating a beautiful human femme named Y/N L/N, who was 18. Yes, she was an adult. They're sparkmates. They met each other when one day Cons decided to kidnap Y/N for tests and brought her to the Nemesis ship. Optimus found out that the Decepticons kidnapped a human girl that he rescued her with other bots. That's where they met each other. At the base, Optimus explained everything to Y/N and she understood him. Everyone liked her, even though some bots needed some time to warm up.

Optimus offered Y/N to be her guardian and she accepted. They started to talk to each other that they warmed up very fast. Optimus fell more in love with Y/N because of her personality. She was just so kind, funny, supportive... He then started to hang out with her more often that everyone noticed in the base. Ratchet, being a smart doc bot he was, asked Optimus the question: "Optimus, I noticed that you're hanging out more with Y/N lately. Do you like her?"

Optimus was surprised but he was also blushing slightly blue. He did start to feel warm around Y/N that he couldn't stop looking at her. Once Optimus told Ratchet what he felt, the medic was shocked: "By the AllSpark... You have fallen for Y/N."

Optimus of course understood and badly wanted to confess his love feelings towards his human crush, but he was scared to get rejected.

The story goes on and yadda yadda yadda. Ratchet created a device machine that could turn the bots smaller almost close to humans height. Optimus finally confessed his love feelings to Y/N and she accepted his confession. She was so happy!

And that's when like two months later, Optimus entered his heat. The bots knew and even surprisingly humans as well in the base, but Y/N was the one that didn't know. And now this is happening. Love~ ;)

Optimus continued to suck Y/N's neck while touching her entire body. He was exploring it with his servos. Yes, his mate was naked on his lap. Optimus was in his bipedal holoform (A/N: I'm gonna call it that now so that it'll be easy for a lot of fans)

Y/N was arching her back while one of her arms was behind his neck. She wanted Optimus to fill her up so good with his warm seed until she can't walk in the morning.

"I want you to frag me so hard until I can't walk and fill me up good." Y/N's eyes were full of lust and her human valve was throbbing, beging to be filled up.

Optimus hummed and he wanted to mate with Y/N so bad and he wanted to fill her up so good as well. His spike was in fact rubbing against her wet human valve, making Y/N wetter. His spike was also huge and was hard.

"What do you want me to do, sweetspark?" Optimus was teasing Y/N. He knew of course what she wanted.

"F-Frag me! Frag me so h-hard until I can't help!"

Optimus smirked and lifted Y/N up. He then placed his servos on her hips and watched as she slid right into his spike. She was tight, wet and warm that he grunted. He heard Y/N whimper in pain and Optimus, being a gentlemech (or bot) he was, waited for Y/N to get used to his size. His servos were still on her hips as he whispered sweet words into her ear.

Once the pain was gone, Y/N moved a bit, giving Prime a sign to move. Optimus gladly started to move. He was thrusting up gently at first, but then...

"F-Faster! Harder!"

Optimus growled and granted her wishes, moving harder and faster this time. He was thrusting up hard and rough that he slammed against her G-spot many times, causing Y/N to scream in pleasure. Who knew that sex could be this pleasurable? Especially when you're having sex with a handsome Cybertronian?

Optimus' servos were on Y/N's hips while thrusting up rough. Y/N was for sure not gonna walk the next day. The Prime even buried his faceplate in the crook of Y/N's warm neck and left love bites, more than one. Y/N screamed in pleasure as she felt a knot in her stomach. She was coming close. "O-Optimus, I'm cumming!"

Optimus then moved rougher this time than ever before. Heck, he even used his digits to rub Y/N's clit to make her come faster. Y/N panted and moaned loud as Optimus pleasured her more. The Prime was coming close to as well. Time to fill her up good.~

"O-Optimus, a-ah!" Y/N then finally came a lot and her juices even came over Optimus' spike, some even dripped out.

Optimus roared in pleasure and finally came too. His transfluid was hot and sticky that it reached even in her womb. A lot. He even claimed Y/N as his. She was now his and only his. He heard Y/N sigh in bliss and Optimus smiled a little. He was tired and he could tell that Y/N was tired as well. He gently lifted Y/N up as his spike was finally limp since the heat was over. His spike pulled out and he laid down on the berth and placed Y/N on top of him. Y/N smiled tiredly, snuggled, and fell asleep.

"I love you, sweetspark," Optimus said gently with a tired smile. He held Y/N protectively and he could swear that he heard: "I love you too, Prime."

Ok, I'll try to publish the sneak peek next since I posted it in the conversations. I'll try to publish more of RID2015 and Bayverse more since there is quite TFP already.