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King of My Heart Chapter 28 - Dear Billy

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Steve x Summer Byers Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: canon violence and themes, language, mentions of death, dying, murder, mentions of cemeteries SERIES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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Max gasps awake loudly, jerking back in the chair she’s sitting in and looking between Dustin, Steve and I with her wide eyes.

Setting my hand on her shoulder, I raise my brows and ask her “Hey, what the hell was that? Are you okay?”

Max moves her mouth to respond, however, no words come to her as she looks around and gets up from the chair. She looks absolutely terrified and my worry for her and whatever she just saw grows even more.

“Max?” Dustin asks and she walks towards the door to the office, explaining to us “I, uh, I heard a voice and I saw something–”

“What did you see?” I ask and she looks over her shoulder at us, nervously looking around while she answers “A grandfather clock in the wall.”

“In the wall?” Steve repeats and she just nods and walks through the doorway.

Steve looks over at me and the three of us move to follow behind her out of the office and into the hallway.

Robin and Nancy turn down the corner at the far end of the hallway and start running towards us, both of them out of breath when they stop in front of us and say “What’s going on?”

Without saying anything other than "I need to check something," Max looks between all of us and shines her flashlight along the wall, slowly heading around a corner.

"What happened?" Nancy asks and I shake my head softly, nodding my head in the direction Max is walking "Come on, we'll explain in a second."

I shine my flashlight down the hallway and we all follow her, Steve walking beside me and setting his hand on my back.

Max stops her steps and looks down a side inlet little hallway to her right. She tilts her head to the side and breathes out shakily while she tells us “It was here– it was right here.”

Dustin, Steve and I move our flashlights around at the wall and notice how it's completely intact. I clear my throat and look at her standing just in front of us “A grandfather clock?” I repeat from earlier and Max nods, her flashlight moving over the wall while she tells us “It was so real– and then, when I got closer, suddenly I just…”

She pauses, taking a second before she says “I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something” Dustin says and I look over at Robin and Nancy, nodding and elaborating further “It was exactly like what Eddie said happened to Chrissy– we couldn’t get through to her at all and then all of a sudden she woke up.”

Max turns around and looks at us all, hesitantly telling us with a small shake of her head “That's not even the bad part...”

We all look expectantly at her, however, all she says is “Follow me” and she walks past us, heading back down the hallway that we just came from.

Steve worriedly follows her with his eyes, looking back at me and trying to offer a reassuring smile at the same time he's holding his arm out for me to walk in front of him. I set my hand on Robin's arm as I walk past her and we all follow Max.

We all walk back into Ms. Kelley’s office and we gather around the front of the desk while Max moves to stand behind it. She turns on the desk light while Robin sits down in the chair and I sit on the arm of the chair. I turn slightly to face Max while Steve stands beside me, bumping my knees with his legs while he drapes his arm over my shoulder.

Nancy and Dustin stand on Robin's other side of the chair and Max sets her hands on the papers of the files we were previously looking at. She takes a second before she explains “Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help,” she slides a piece of paper over for Robin and Nancy to look at, continuing “Uh, they both were having headaches... bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then… then the nightmares, trouble sleeping, they'd wake up in a cold sweat. Then they started seeing things– bad things, from their pasts. And these visions, they just… they kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually… everything ended.”

“Vecna's curse” Robin says and looks up at her, Max nodding ever so slightly before she continues “Chrissy's headache started a week ago. Fred's, six days ago… I've been having them for five days.”

Steve reaches up and covers his mouth with his hand while I stand up from my lean against the chair Robin is sitting in, my face completely scrunched up in my worry for her. Max looks between us, shrugging her shoulder as she stammers out “I don't know how long I have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than twenty four hours after their first vision– and I just saw that goddamn clock, so…” she throws her arm out to indicate the hallway we just came from and she breathes out matter of factly “Looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow.”

Before we’re able to fully process everything she just said we hear a loud shrill clang noise from down the hallway and we all stand on alert, looking towards the door.

Steve looks around at all of us, his hand grabbing my arm gently while he orders everyone in the room “Stay here,” and makes his way towards the office door.

Just before he walks out of the room he looks to his right and he grabs a lamp, pulling it towards him sharply so the cord unplugs from the outlet.

He walks out of the office and into the hallway and I give him exactly a three second head start before I ignore his previous command. I make a noise and turn my flashlight back on, quickly walking out of the office and into the hallway behind him. I hear everyone else follow my lead and Dustin walks beside me, shining his light around the hallway.

Behind Steve we all slowly make our way down the hallway in the direction of the previous noise and I shine my flashlight along the wall in front of him.

We hear another loud thud in the distance of one of the hallways in front of us and I jerk back from the noise, Dustin coming to a stop on one side of me while Max stops on the other.

Echoing footsteps sound next and when they sound like they’re rapidly approaching where we’re at that's the cue for my heartbeat to increase exponentially. We hesitantly continue to walk forward still until someone comes running around the corner and we all scream, my arms reaching out for Max and Dustin as we jump backwards.

Steve yells even louder than the rest of us, lifting the lamp up defensively, however, Lucas’ face being blinded by Dustin’s flashlight and his voice yelling “It’s me” succeed in stopping Steve from actually hitting him with the chosen weapon.

I stop screaming and breathe out a relieved breath the approaching footsteps belong to our friend, sharing a look with Max who shakes her head and tries to slow her breathing as well.

“Lucas?” Nancy says and takes a step closer, Lucas lifting his arms up and yelling out once more “It’s me”

“Jesus, what is wrong with you Sinclair!” Steve yells out, Lucas breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath “I’m sorry” he says and Steve huffs out in frustration, shaking the lamp around while he continues to yell “I could have taken you out with this lamp!”

Steve sets the lamp down and makes a face, breathing out harshly before he sets his hands on his hips and looks over his shoulder at me. I shake my head in disbelief, finally feeling like my heart is no longer in danger of expelling itself from my chest "Jesus Christ."

“Sorry guys–” Lucas pants, looking around at all of us while he tries to catch his breath. “Sorry, I was” he breathes out deeply and sets his hands on his hips, “I was biking for eight miles–” he lifts one hand up to point along with his words “Give me a second, shit”

Steve looks over at me and I lick my lips quickly, trying to calm my erratic breathing down from having the shit scared out of me. We look back over at Lucas who still hasn’t caught his breath from his eight mile bike sprint, however, he doesn’t waste any more time to tell us “We’ve got a code red”

Steve lifts one of his hands up as he asks “What?” and Lucas makes a noise, trying to keep his breathing even while he looks around at all of us.

Lucas walks towards Dustin, stopping in front of him while he elaborates further, “Dustin, I’ve been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy all day and they've gone totally off the rails. They're trying to capture Eddie, and they think you know where he is. You're in terrible danger.”

“All right,” Dustin nods, breathing out a deep breath “Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we've got bigger problems than Jason right now.”

“What do you mean?” Lucas asks and we all look over at Max, who looks away, hesitantly looking over at Lucas whose face completely falls "What's going on?"

"We need to stay together but we should probably get out of here" I interject, looking around at the group and Nancy nods, making a noise before she offers “Yeah, we don't want to get caught here so let’s go back to our house and we can catch everyone up and then we can get some sleep.”

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Early the next morning Nancy takes Robin with her to go to the school newspaper and enlist the resources there for the next part of her plan. However before they go, Nancy hands Steve, Dustin, Lucas and I copies of an article they found yesterday at the library from The Weekly Watcher with the title of ‘Victor Creel Claims: Ancient Demon Killed Family'. The article goes on to explain how Creel didn’t murder his wife and kids, like everyone has believed for the last thirty years, because he claims it was an exorcism gone wrong and it was actually a demon. A demon that made him see things while it was actually what killed his wife and kids.

Dustin and Lucas are sitting on the couch, I'm sitting next to them in a recliner chair and Steve stands beside me while we all read over this thing. I make a noise with the similarities of the trance and the seeing things and scratch the side of my head while I finish the article.

I lean forward and set down the paper onto the coffee table in the front of me, looking up at Steve who is pacing beside me. Lucas still has the paper close to his face while he reads and Dustin leans forward to set his paper next to mine on the coffee table, shrugging at me once he's done reading.

Steve makes a noise, gaining our attention while he says “Okay, be honest–" he sighs, walking back towards where we're sitting "Uh, you guys understand any of this?”

“No” Lucas answers at the same time I say “Yeah” and Dustin answers “Pretty straightforward.”

Steve scoffs and looks from me and over at Dustin, repeating “Oh, straightforward, really?”

“Well what’s confusing to you?” Dustin asks, lifting his arm up to point at the paper on the coffee table in front of him, not giving Steve a chance to answer before he explains “So far, everyone Vecna has cursed has died, except for this old Victor Creel dude Nancy found– he's the only known survivor. If anyone knows how to beat this curse, it's him.”

“That's assuming he was cursed, Henderson, which we don't even know” Steve counters, reaching up to scratch the side of his head as he looks back down at the paper in his hands, mumbling to himself “How can Vecna have existed in the fifties? It doesn't make sense.”

"This happened in 1959 so it's not even been thirty years" I say, shrugging a little as I lean back in the chair "If Vecna is some kind of inter dimensional spell casting wizard I doubt time affects him the same."

Steve makes a face like I've got a point and Dustin leans forward to rest is arms on his knees “As far as we know, Eleven didn't create the Upside Down– she just opened a gate to it” Dustin explains, looking between us and continuing “The Upside Down has probably been around for thousands of years– millions. I wouldn't be surprised if it predated the dinosaurs.”

“Di– dinosaurs? What are we…” Steve starts to say, however, Lucas interrupts “Okay– but if a gate didn't exist in the fifties, how did Vecna get through?”

“Oh and how's he getting through now?” Steve asks and I nod, asking further "And why is he doing this all now?”

“And why then?" Steve snaps his fingers, pointing over towards me and elaborating "Just pops out in the fifties, kills one family, and he's like, ‘eh I'm good’. And poof, he just disappears. Just… gone?" he moves his hand around, continuing "Only to return thirty years later and start killing some random teens? No, I don't buy it,” Steve looks back down to the paper in his hands and makes a noise, walking over to the chair on the other side of the coffee table from the couch “Straightforward, my ass,” he stops walking and points over at Dustin “You know what– honestly, Henderson, a little humility every now and then, it wouldn't hurt you.”

“Sorry” Dustin mutters and Steve sits down in a chair, crossing a leg over the other and looking at Dustin pointedly.

I chuckle quietly to myself and move over to sit on the arm of the chair Steve is sitting in. He breathes out a frustrated breath and sets his hand on my back while I set my arm behind his shoulders and move my hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. He drops his head back a little to look at me, smiling softly when he connects his eyes with mine.

Dustin leans over towards Lucas so he can look past the stairs in the gap next to me. He looks over at Max who is sitting down at a desk behind Steve and I, writing away like she has for the past few hours.

“Any idea what she's writing?” Dustin asks and we turn around to also look over at her, hearing him ask further “Did she sleep?”

“I mean, would you?” Lucas asks instead of giving an answer and Steve and I turn back around to face them.

We hear the door at the top of the stairs open loudly followed by two sets of feet quickly descending the stairs.

Nancy smiles when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, Robin stopping beside her while Nancy says “Okay, so… we have a plan.”

They hand Steve and I one folder and hand the other over to Dustin while Robin fills in “Thanks to Nancy's newspaper minions, we are now rock-star psychology students at the University of Notre Dame.”

Steve opens the folder up and I look over his shoulder at the letter of recommendation from some professor at Notre Dame, along with a page summarizing the thesis outline and another page with transcripts.

“I'm now Ruth” Nancy explains and Robin continues with a bright smile “And I'm Rose.”

“Rose and Ruth?” Steve repeats and Nancy shrugs as an answer while Dustin admires the folder in front of him, stating “Nice GPA.”

Nancy smiles over at him and nods her head once “Thanks” she says and continues to explain to us the plan “So we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we'd like to speak with Victor Creel for a thesis we're co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics…” Nancy pauses and Robin interjects “To which they said no” before Nancy continues “But we landed a three o'clock with the director.”

“Now all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor” Robin explains and Nancy looks over at the desk where Max is still sitting, thoughtfully adding on “Then maybe we can rid Max of this curse.”

“Yeah, uh, about that, we've been doing our Victor Creel homework, and, uh…” Steve sighs and hands the other folder over to Lucas before he finishes with “We’ve got some questions.”

“Lots of questions” Lucas says and Nancy nods “So do we and hopefully, Victor has the answers.”

I look around at the folders and notice how there's only two, so I clear my throat and indicate Steve and I "So just you two are going? What's the plan for us?"

“Wait, wait, wait a second" Steve scoffs, looking around at the folders as well "We're not going with you?”

Nancy makes a noise and nods her head to the stairs, pointedly saying "I'll explain the rest while we're getting ready."

Steve and I follow Nancy and Robin up the stairs and we make our way through the house and up the next set of stairs towards Nancy's room. She opens her door and walks in first, Steve following and being quick to argue “Nancy, you're outta your mind if you think we’re babysitting again.”

"They're not really babies anymore" I offer gently and he sighs, spinning around to lean back against her smaller dresser while Nancy nods "Exactly and besides Max is in real danger and she needs people around her," she says and opens her closet doors to look through the clothes.

"I know she is but why does it always have to be us? It’s like–” Steve starts, however he stops when I look at him and he shakes his head softly "What?"

I shrug and cross my arms over my chest, apologetically looking up at him “We’ve made a good team with the kids before, besides I'm kind of fine with not going because I want to stay with Max.”

Steve sighs, nodding his head in understanding towards me while Robin runs into the room with us “Oh my God, you have a Tom Cruise poster–” Robin exclaims, stopping and turning around to look at Nancy while she repeats in a more teasing tone “You have a Tom Cruise poster.”

She laughs and kneels down in front of the side table while Nancy defends “That's old– it’s just–” she stops looking through the closet and faces Robin again “Can you please not touch anything?”

Robin looks over at her for a second before she goes back to flipping through the cassettes. I laugh quietly and turn away from her, facing Steve again. He holds out his arms for me and I smile softly at him, slowly making my way towards him. I walk into his arms and he sets them on my waist, moving me gently while he asks"You sure you don't want to go? They might need our charm to woo this guy?"

Nancy snorts and looks at one shirt before putting it back and telling him "That's not really the kind of charm we need.”

“Ouch” Steve grumbles and I chuckle wrapping my arms around his shoulders and hugging him to me. His arms wrap around my waist and we look at Nancy when she sighs and backtracks “No, I just… I did a little digging last night, and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay? This is a lifelong student of the world and if we're gonna win him over, we're gonna have to convince him we are too," she goes back to flipping through the hangers in her closet "That, like him… we are true academic scholars.”

“Holy shit– there's a little ballerina in here” Robin whispers behind us. We turn around to face her at the same time she turns around and shows us Nancy’s jewelry box with said ballerina in it and Steve rolls his eyes, pointing over at Robin while he directs his words to Nancy “Academic scholar? She's giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah.”

Nancy sighs and pulls out two hangers from her closet, lifting up a pink blouse while she says “No, but… she will.”

“Oh, please, tell me that you're joking” Robin grimaces and Nancy shakes her head “I’m not”

“Then Summer is your Rose” Robin states and I quickly shake my head, grimacing over at her while I counter “I’m like fully okay with babysitting the non babies and being nowhere near Pennhurst actually.”

Robin playfully glares at me and I smile brightly at her, stepping back from Steve as I reach out for the shirt from Nance and tell Robin “Now, lets give you that full academic scholar makeover.”

Steve hits his hand on his thighs and announces "That's my cue" he steps over and kisses my temple, heading back towards the door "I'll go check on them."

Once Robin and Nancy are dressed to impress they leave and I head back down the stairs to the kitchen to try calling mom again. I dial the number and immediately sigh when I just get the busy tone again. We've been trying to call them since last night and every time it's just a busy signal and I'm really trying not to add being worried about them to my list of things we've got going on right now.

Sundays are my day to call them and in the entire time they've been in California I have always gotten through, even with mom's new job selling encyclopedias over the phone. That is until yesterday when the phone was busy every time I tried calling.

I hang up the phone, the ball of dread starting to form in my gut as I walk towards the basement door. I walk down the stairs and notice that Max is still writing whatever she’s writing so I walk over to sit down in the chair next to the couch where the guys are sitting. Steve's sitting in between them and he's got a baseball that he's gently tossing up above him, "They leave already?"

I nod and look between them, "Yup, Robin looks great and incredibly uncomfortable."

Steve snorts and tosses the ball again while I look over at Max's back. The three on the couch look over at her as well and like she can sense us she barely looks over her shoulder, announcing “I know you guys are staring at me”

We jerk back with being caught “What, sorry?” Steve mutters, Dustin continuing “You said you needed something?”

“Just hanging out” Steve mutters and looks up at the ceiling while he again throws the baseball up in the air. I laugh under my breath at just how desperately they're trying to make it seem like they're not looking at her while Lucas and Dustin grab magazines to read.

Max sighs “How you think your eyes boring into the back of my head is protecting me from Vecna,” she chides gently, tapping the envelopes in her hands on the desk to organize them in a stack while she continues “I don't know,” she stands up and walks over towards us.

Lucas and Dustin remain super focused on what they’re pretending to read and Steve's got his head all the way back in his effort of trying not to look at her while he throws and catches the ball above him.

I slowly look over at Max from the chair I’m sitting in and she rolls her eyes, sharing a look with me before she's telling the three on the couch “You can look at me now.”

“Thank you” Dustin mutters, all three of them saying “Sorry” at the same time while they put down the things they were trying to be distracted from looking at her with.

Max sighs and looks at all of us while she steps forward “For you” she reaches over and hands Dustin an envelope, shaking it a little when he doesn’t take it right away.

I then realize she's been writing letters this whole time and it's like a little stab in the heart as I wonder why she felt like she needed to do that. Dustin looks at her and hesitantly grabs the envelope from her and once he does she turns more to her right so she can hand an envelope over towards me, saying a quiet mutter of “Summie.”

I look up at her and smile softly, taking the envelope from her gently before she hands one over towards Steve “For you” she says before she grabs another and looks at Lucas “And, um, you.”

“Oh, and, um,” she quickly looks over at me and flips through the envelopes still in her hands. She grabs a few and lifts them over to me, explaining “Give these to Mike, El, and Will. If you can ever get a hold of them again.”

I grab the three other envelopes from her and lift them up, acknowledging that I will do just that. I set them on the seat beside me and the four of us move to open the envelopes she gave to us, however, she makes a noise and stops us “Hey, whoa– what are you doing?” we stop our movements and she explains further “No, don't. That's not for now– don't open it now.”

“Don't… okay,” Dustin mutters and I lower my envelope back onto the pile with the others.

Dustin looks around and lifts his back up while he asks her “I'm sorry, what is this?”

“It's, um…” she looks down, scrunching her nose up a little before she looks between us and answers “It's a fail safe… for after. If things– if, you know– if they don't work out”

I make a face and Steve looks over at me, Lucas finding his voice first “Wait, whoa, Max, things are gonna work out–”

“No!” she interrupts him, shaking her head once “No, I don't need you to reassure me right now and tell me that it's all gonna work out because people have been telling me that my entire life and it's almost never true,” she pauses and I soften my face towards her while she continues “It's never true. I mean, of course this asshole curses me. Should've seen that one coming.”

We’re quiet with her words, not really knowing what to say and she breathes in deeply. She makes a noise and walks over to the square table where the guys used to play D&D. She picks up the walkie and with her back still towards us she asks “If we go to East Hawkins, will this still reach Pennhurst?”

“Of course– yeah” Dustin answers and Steve makes a noise, looking over at her “Wait, why are we talking about East Hawkins?”

Max looks over her shoulder at him and he raises his brows as he slowly starts to realize it’s because she wants to leave “No– no,” he looks between Dustin and Lucas and back over towards Max, stating a little louder “No”

Dustin’s answer seems like all Max needed to finalize her decision so she walks over and shoves the other envelopes of letters into her backpack. She zips it up and throws the strap over her shoulder and nods towards us before she heads up the stairs "We'll be quick, Steve– let's go."

Dustin and Lucas follow behind her and Steve stands up, looking at me and trying to argue, "No, we are not leaving.”

“Well they are so we probably need to as well” I point towards the stairs and Steve groans . He grabs his jacket and mackes sure he has his keys before we quickly head up the stairs to follow behind them. They’re already heading out the front door by the time we walk out of the kitchen and Steve rushes after them, yelling at her “Max, Max. Seriously– seriously, I'm not joking, okay? I'm not driving you anywhere.”

We quickly keep our feet in pace with her deliberate ones and she rolls her eyes telling him over her shoulder “Steve, if you think that I'm going to spend what is likely the last day of my life in the armpit that is Mike Wheeler's basement, then you're out of your mind,” she looks right at him, never once stopping her steps, as we make it out onto the sidewalk. She walks over towards where Steve’s car is parked and she keeps going “So either take me where I need to go or tie me down, which is technically kidnapping of a minor. And if I live to see another day, Steve, I swear to God, I will prosecute” she finally stops her steps beside his car, reaching out to try the handle on the backseat door. When she finds it locked she lets go and faces Steve, promptly ordering “Open the door.”

Steve stops in front of her and scoffs, looking over the top of the car towards Dustin, Lucas and I as he answers her incredulously “Uh, no.”

“I know a good lawyer” Max states simply and Steve just continues to look at her. He takes in her not backing down stare and he scoffs, shaking his head a little. He digs the keys out of his jacket pocket and looks over at Dustin, pointing at him “Henderson, that super walkie of yours better reach Pennhurst.”

He unlocks the doors and we all climb into the car, Steve starting up the engine and looking over his shoulder at her "Where are you so desperate to go right now?"

"I need to go to my place" she answers and Steve sighs, sharing a look with me before he grabs the wheel and puts the car in drive, heading towards the trailer park.

After a few minutes of complete silence in the car, Steve pulls into the driveway of the trailer park. He follows the gravel road, taking directions from Max on where to park while my eyes land on the picnic table we sat at yesterday when he drives past it.

He parks the car and pulls up on the emergency brake, sighing and telling Max “Alright, this better be fast, Mayfield.”

“Twenty seconds” she states and quickly climbs out of the car, shutting the door and walking up the steps to the trailer she shares with her mom after Billy's dad left them high and dry.

Steve looks in the rearview mirror and turns to look in the backseat at Dustin, asking him “That thing's got batteries in it, right?”

“I'm not even answering that question” Dustin shakes his head and Steve frowns, looking at me and I try not to laugh before we hear Dustin actually answer “Yes, it has batteries.”

“Yeah, I got it” Steve answers back without missing a beat, shaking his head and facing forward again.

After about a minute Steve sighs and with his hand on the steering wheel he turns his wrist towards him and looks at his watch “Well this is definitely more than twenty seconds.”

"Give her a minute" I say, however, I can't help but worriedly look over at the trailer. I slowly grab the handle of my door and open it, pushing the door out with my foot. I stand up out of the car, hearing the other doors open as the guys follow my lead and we all get out, however, we stay by the car.

“Do we go in there?” Dustin asks and Lucas makes a noise, repeating what I said earlier “Let’s give her another minute.”

“What if she’s in trouble?” I ask, looking back at them and over at Steve, asking further “What if she’s in another terrifying trance thing?”

"Mom" we hear Max's echoing of a voice coming from behind the trailer and I quickly look back over at it. I don't see her mom's car anywhere around, however, I guess that's not really an indication if she's home or not... though I really can't shake the worry feeling that comes over me after hearing Max's voice.

It's only a minute or two later when Max walks out from the side of the trailer, clearly upset and looking like she was crying. She quickly walks towards the car and Steve helpfully points out to her “Hey, that was way longer than twenty seconds.”

She doesn’t respond and just walks past the front of the car, Steve finally catching on to how upset she looks and he softens his voice “Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa– are you all right?”

“I'm fine– just drive” she answers while she opens the door and climbs into the backseat, the rest of us quickly following her lead.

“Did something happen?” Lucas asks her when we’re all back in the car and she looks out the window, answering with her voice cracking a little bit “Can we please just go?”

Steve looks at her in the rearview, his worried face looking at me before he starts the car and reverses out of the driveway.

He sets his hand on my leg and set my hand on his, moving my nails over the back of his hand in absentminded patterns. Steve follows the road out of the trailer park and turns back onto the main road, only driving for a few miles before Max says to him “Turn here.”

“Here?” Dustin asks and I look over my shoulder towards her, seeing her nod at him and look back out the window.

Steve looks over at me when I notice the sign for the Roane Hill Cemetery and he turns left onto the side road. He drives along the cemetery, Max giving him directions to apparently where Billy is buried.

Steve stops the car and Max unzips her backpack, grabbing another one of the envelopes before she opens the door and climbs out. She shuts the door and Lucas doesn’t waste a second before he’s opening it again and following her out, calling to her “Max?”

“Lucas, please, just wait in the car” Max tells him and keeps walking away from the car, Lucas increasing his speed as he runs over to her and says something to her that we’re now too far away to hear.

They talk for a little bit longer before she shakes her head and walks away from him, heading further up the hill towards the gravesite.

Lucas’s shoulders sag before he slowly turns back towards the car and walks back, hopping up onto the front of the car.

We roll down the windows and begin our waiting game for Max to come back, watching as she sits down on the grass in front of the gravestone for Billy.

Dustin gets out and walks over to stand by Lucas while Steve looks over at me and lifts his hand up to move his thumb along my cheek. I smile and gently grab his wrist, kissing his palm before I rest my cheek in his palm. The corners of his lips turns up, his eyes smiling as he looks at me and whispers "How are you holding up?"

I shake my head, not finding any words to accurately convey how I'm feeling right now. I flick my eyes past him to look out the window at Max, clear my throat around the emotion building up as I look back at him "We have to figure out how to save her."

"We will" Steve says with so much conviction I have no choice but to believe him. "Okay" I whisper and he smiles sadly, leaning over the center console to kiss me. He rests his forehead on mine, keeping his eyes closed as he breathes in deeply and just stays in this little moment with me.

After about five minutes, Steve turns his wrist and looks at his watch again, “All right, it’s been long enough” he says and opens his car door, climbing out and quickly shutting it behind him.

“Steve, just give her some time” Lucas tells him and he turns around, walking backwards while he argues “I have, all right, Sinclair? I’m calling it– if she wants to get a lawyer, she can.”

Steve turns back around and makes his way up the hill, walking closer to where Max is sitting down. Lucas makes a noise and looks over at Dustin and I while I also get out of the car and rest my arms on the top of the door and the hood of the car.

He sighs while I look back up the hill and watch as Steve kneels down beside Max, moving closer and setting his hand on her shoulder.

I slowly stand up a little straighter when I am just barely able to hear his echo of a voice as he’s yelling at her “Hey, hey, hey, Max, wake up! Max! Wake up!”

“Oh something’s wrong” Lucas mutters and I nod at the same time Steve looks down the hill at us and shouts “Guys!”

That’s all it takes before the three of us take off running up the hill and towards them.

“Come on, wake up!” Steve continues to yell as I run past the last gravestone at the top of the hill and I jump up onto the grave platform where Max and Steve are.

I kneel down beside Steve on the grass in front of her, Lucas and Dustin landing on either side of Steve and I while we notice how she’s sitting cross legged on the grass. This trance is different than last night's because her eyes are red and they have this glossed over look. I shake my head at a complete loss for what to do, however, the four of us waste no time in trying to wake her up.

“Max, you gotta get outta there!” Lucas shouts while I lean towards her and set my hands on her shoulder “Max, come on– can you hear me?”

“Max!” Steve and I yell, Lucas grabbing her arm and yelling “Max! You gotta get outta there!”

Steve reaches behind me and grabs the shoulder of Dustin’s sweatshirt, frantically ordering him “Call Nancy and Robin! Go get ‘em! Call Nancy and Robin and see if they found anything out! Go!”

“Please Max” Lucas says while Dustin rolls off the side of the raised grave platform we're on and he sprints back down the hill towards the car where his walkie is.

We keep trying to wake Max up, shaking her shoulders and screaming at her, however, her eyes stay the same glossed over red color and she makes no indication that she can even hear us at all

“Holy shit this isn’t happening– Max!” I yell, my voice cracking from how scared I am of watching her die in front of us.

I feel like there’s a vise grip around my throat, the terror mixing with the adrenaline while tears rush in my eyes and I feel like I can’t breathe. We cannot lose her– there’s no fucking way.

“You gotta get outta there” Lucas keeps shouting at her while Steve asks if she can hear us.

“Guys!” Dustin yells and runs back over, dropping down beside us and throwing Max’s walkman and cassettes down on the grass around us “Wh– what is this?” I quickly ask and Dustin doesn’t answer, instead asking just as frantically “Her song– what’s her favorite song?”

“Why– why?” Lucas stammers and Dustin closes his eyes, trying to quickly explain “Robin said if– if she listens–” he stops, shaking his head and instead looks between us while he rushes out “It’s too much to explain right now– what’s her favorite song?”

“Kate Bush” I say easily, remembering the day I took Max to get the new album and Dustin looks over at me while he lays out the cassettes. I frantically look around at all of them trying to find the right picture on the cassettes, all of us yelling over each other “Shit– no, no–”

"But what song?"

"Running Up That Hill"

“Which one is it?” Dustin moves them around and I gasp in triumph, grabbing the cassette case “Oh here, here, here– it’s right here, I got it!”

“Go, go, go!” Lucas yells while I open the cassette case up and Steve reaches over “Here, give it to me, babe–” he says at the same time I hand it over and he immediately pops it into the walkman and closes the lid.

“Okay, headphones!” we yell and Dustin places them over her ears, shouting back “Now” and Steve hits play on the deck, the notes of Running Up That Hill barely being heard from the headphones as they blare in her ears.

When she doesn't immediately snap out of it the hope in my chest threatens to fizzle a little and we keep trying to get her to wake up.

“Max!” Dustin yells, “Wake up!”

“Come on Max, we’re right here! Wake up!” I shout and Steve sets his hand on my back, also yelling at her “Come on, Max!”

“Max!” Lucas yells and in the next second Max’s body slowly starts to lift up off the ground. I widen my eyes as I lean backwards, falling into Steve’s chest as we watch in complete horror as she levitates above the ground. Her body lifts so high up in the air that we all have to strain our necks back to look at her above us.

“No” I whisper out harshly and move to stand up, the guys following me as we continue to yell up at her just floating in the air at about the height of a fucking house “Max!”

“Max, come on– break through this!” I shout and Steve sets his hands on his head, “Holy shit– what do we do?”

I cover my mouth with my hand, shaking my head as an answer as I croak “Max, come on!”

“Max!” Lucas and Dustin shout and out of nowhere her body falls back down to the ground with us.

“Holy shit, Max!” we all shout as she crumbles to the ground, fully awake now as she cries out from the landing.

“Oh my god, Max!” we kneel down with her, Lucas pulling her back into his chest as he holds onto her.

She cries out, her quick panting breaths mixing with her cries as she realizes she’s safe and no longer seeing whatever she was seeing in the trance.

“Max! It’s okay– it’s okay” Lucas tries to calm her down from her hyperventilating. She reaches up and grips onto his arms while he cradles her to his chest, leaning the side of his head on hers and telling her brokenly “I thought we lost you.”

Max continues to cry around her quick breaths and she tells Lucas shakily “I’m still– I’m still here.”

The tears that had gathered in my eyes fall while I try to breathe out a calming breath and set my chin on my shoulder as I look over at Steve. He's also trying to calm his breathing, connecting his eyes with mine and shaking his head as he licks his lips quickly and grips my shoulder reassuringly.

Lucas mutters “Holy shit” quietly while she tries to calm her breathing down and I look over at her again. She quickly looks at me and reaches one of her hands over towards me and I just as quickly grab onto her hand, nodding towards her and keeping my voice as strong as I can for her "You're okay, just breathe."

She squeezes my hand, her breathing still sounding like she’s on the verge of hyperventilating while she cries and I squeeze her hand back, crying right along with her and repeating "We got you, you're okay– you're still here."

Dustin sets his hand on her other shoulder while Steve wraps his arm behind my back and leans his forehead against mine, breathing out his own calming breath while Max nods and croaks out once more “I’m still here.”

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Wedding Night

Daemon x Stark!Reader (OS)

Y/n Stark only knows the Rogue Prince from tales and can't help but fear her wedding night with the King's brother. But he turns out to be not only an attentive and gentle but also a passionate lover who starts a fire in her when she feels his hands on her for the first time.

Contains: detailed smut, fingering oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, kissing, breeding kink, praising, dirty talk, arranged marriage, soft!dom Daemon, virgin reader, inexperienced and nervous reader, angst

Wordcount: ~4.65k

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You had your head lowered so you could only see the stone ground underneath you.

You felt a pain on your scalp as your handmaiden was undoing your braided hair but then she was done and your hair fell down your shoulders. You wanted to step away and preferably sit down but suddenly another servant girl started to unlace your dress in your back and you twitched.

"What are you doing?" you snapped and the girl looked terrified. You felt a little bad because you had scared her but you had bigger problems right now so your eyes flashed at her.

"A-Apologies, my lady," she stummered and looked at you with big eyes.

Your handmaiden, a warm woman of about thirty years old patted the young girl's shoulder and turned to you.

"Do you wish to leave your clothes on? So that your husband can remove them?"

You looked stern and felt numb as the handmaiden observed you and didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do either, seven hells, you didn't know about Targaryen tradition or anything about marriage or the act of bedding. You didn't even know your husband.

"I-I don't know," you breathed and suddenly your new handmaiden looked pitiful.

"It is tradition for the bride to take off her clothes before the ceremony, my lady. So she can wait in the bed for her husband to claim her maidenhead."

You nodded but had your head lowered and the maidens took it as a sign for them to slowly take off your gown. It fell down to the ground and you felt exposed and vulnerable under their gaze even though they were professional and didn't look at you a second longer than necessary. And then they were done. It happened so quickly, the servants curtseyed in front of you and then left the room and you truthfully would have wished for them to stay longer. Perhaps never leave because now all there was left for you to do was wait.

You stood naked in the middle of your new chambers and felt so horrible and cold that after a few moments you grabbed a night gown that laid on the table that the maiden had probably prepared for after the bedding ceremony. And though you feared that your husband wouldn't approve of what he might regard as a disrespect towards his family's customs you couldn't help yourself and wrapped the gown tightly around your body even though it didn't hid a lot of you.

Then you sat down on the bed and stared at the door, waiting for Daemon Targaryen. The Rogue Prince. You had met him three days ago but the first words you had exchanged were your vows under the eyes of the sept. All you knew about him were the tales the small folk as well as the highborn ladies in court told about him. He was famous for sleeping around; you had heard that there wasn't a brothel in King's Landing that he hadn't visited. And he was known for being a warrior. The commander of the city watch who was as fine a knight as he was brutal and violant and was feared by his enemies. This you could say already: Your husband had seemed rather cold during the celebrations of your wedding and the feasts in the red keep.

And there was another thing: You had heard the rumours about the Rogue Prince and his niece, the Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. No details had reached your ears but they were supposedly more than only an uncle and niece to one another and even though that didn't shock you as the customs of House Targaryen weren't new to you, you still feared that your brown hair would not be to your husband's pleasing.

You were a Stark after all and couldn't look more different to Rhaenyra Targaryen. You had thick dark brown hair and greenish brown eyes and you just hoped that Daemon would be pleased with you. Because this far there hadn't been anything in his words or actions or even face expressions that hinted you that he was any more delighted by this marriage than you were.

You were torn from your thoughts when the door suddenly opened and there he was, your new husband who slowly walked into the room. You had expected him to be drunk as you had seen him sipping on his wine all night but he seemed to be sober when he approached you. His eyes met yours without saying anything and you immediately stood up.

"Husband," you said and lowered your head.

He chuckled which made you lift your gaze and his eyes looked curious while you tried to appear less nervous than you truthfully were. Your hands were shaking and you could feel your lower lip tremble with anxiety. Daemon watched you for a moment, then turned away from you all of a sudden and your eyes followed his movement.

"You're nervous," he spoke while slowly pouring some wine in a cup.

You helplessly stood in the room with your bare feet beginning to feel cold and didn't know whether to follow him or climb on the bed so you remained in your position. The Rogue Prince turned once again and his eyes slowly traveled down your body.

"And you're still dressed."

These words and the realization what was to happen now made your eyes teary and your face was drawn with fear. Your husband sighed and slowly approached you.

"Do you know what happens between man and wife in their wedding night?" he whispered.

You nodded, that much knowledge you had. He raised his eyebrows and gently put his hand on your shoulder that was only covered by the thin gown.

"Are you scared of me?" Daemon asked softly and you didn't know if you were supposed to answer him truthfully or not. So you didn't answer at all and he smiled softly.

"I will not hurt you for telling me the truth, little girl."

This gesture made you exhale slightly and you felt some of the heaviness on your heart vanish. You nodded, it was very slight and yet he noticed it.

"I will not harm you, you understand me?" he said and made sure the two of you had eye contact.

You nodded again though the anxiety hadn't vanished entirely yet. Daemon sensed it too and sighed while gently caressing your shoulder with his thumb.

"What are you scared of, little one, mhm? Tell me."

You gulped and slowly raised your gaze.

"That you don't like me," you breathed. "And that it hurts too much. And that – that I won't know what to do and that you'll be angry."

Daemon almost couldn't hear you because your voice had gotten so quietly and in the end you had lowered your head again. Tears threatened to fall onto your cheek and you bit your lip nervously.

"Shhh...," the Rogue Prince made and lifted your chin with his finger.

"I think worrying that I don't like you shouldn't be an issue," he spoke and smirked slightly. "And I will be gentle with you, little one. I'll go slow and prepare you for me."

His hand wandered up to caress your cheek and it felt surprisingly soft.

"I willl help you, sweet girl. I will guide you and show you how to do it. Sit down," he said and took his hand off you.

You stumbled towards the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. Daemon drank the remaining wine in his cup and then slowly put his cup on the table and walked towards you. He took his seat next to you and watched you mischieviously.

"What do you like to do? What are your passions?"

You frowned, feeling surprised about the change in topics but smiled.

"I like to read. And I like to dance and listen to music."

"What kind of books?"

You thought about it for a second.

"I like to read about dragons. Targaryen history."

Daemon's smirk intensed and he rested himself on his arms behind him. "Have you ever seen a dragon?"

"Only from the far," you said shyly.

"Well what a great coinicidence that I have a dragon."

You nodded excitedly. "I know. Caraxes. I've read all about him. And about the dragons of the Conquerer and his sisters. Balerion, Vhagar and Maraxes."

Daemon couldn't surpress a smirk seeing you finally showing another side of you and listened to you speaking about his ancestors, stories that he had heard a hundred times already. But then after the two of you had spoken a while about all sorts of things Daemon thought it was time to perform your marital duties. It was late already and the Rogue Prince and you couldn't spend the whole night talking. So he smirked at you and his eyes traveled down your body.

"Are you calm?" he whispered and you nodded slowly even though you didn't exactly know what he meant by asking this.

You were still nervous obviously and though Daemon had proven to be a nice person this far you were still a little scared of him. Your husband leaned down to you and pressed his lips on yours. You tried your best to copy him and kissed him back as you felt his hands on your waist. It wasn't unpleasant actually; his lips felt soft on yours and you felt your heart beating a little slower.

But then Daemon slowly began to pull down your night gown and you tensed. He didn't notice your discomfort until you clung to the fabric and stopped him from exposing your body. He looked at you with a frown and your lip shivered.

"You don't want to take it off?" he whispered and you shook your head with teary eyes. "Why not?"

You just shrugged your shoulders.

"Please," you pleaded and unlike what you had expected, the Rogue Prince nodded and just pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Eventually I'll see all of that but we can make it slow," he whispered and you felt relieved.

So his hands remained on your clothed body and he stroke your skin through the fabric in order to get you calm. After a while you relaxed and got used to his soft lips on yours and Daemon's hand wandered up a bit until he touched the underside of your breasts. It was a little odd at first but his touch was gentle and soothing so you let his thumb run over your body.

"Do you like that?" he mumbled against your mouth and you nodded.

"Good."

Then you could feel his hands traveling further up to play with your breasts and nipples. But shortly after he grabbed your waist again while this time his mouth explored you and he kissed down to your neck. You liked what he was doing this far, at least you didn't feel disgusted or uncomfortable and you started to feel like this might not be the worst night of your life. And yet your heart was still beating loud as thunder and you feared you might do something wrong.

Now Daemon's hand pushed you towards the bed a little.

"Lay down," he whispered and you moved backwards to obey him.

While you got comfortable, your husband took off his shirt and revealed his strong and muscular chest that was beautifully lid by the candle lights. You gulped and unconsciously bit your lips which didn't go unnoticed by Daemon. He slowly approached you and climbed on the bed to lay on top of you. He was careful not to press you into the bed with too much of his weight so he partly rested on his knee next to you. Daemon moved the hair out of your face and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"I want this to be nice for you, my sweet Stark girl," he whispered and his pretty eyes so close to you made you feel intimidated and you could feel yourself blush.

"I won't hurt you," he futhermore spoke and toyed with some strays of your brown hair.

And your husband's words actually helped your hasty heartbeat to come down and your tensed muscles relaxed a little. Seeing his face so close to yours, his weight on your body and his hand by the side of your face made you feel heated, almost as if the dragon lit a little fire in you. But that fire would increase highly in the next minutes as Daemon started to kiss your swollen lips again while his hands caressed your waist and breasts.

But soon he was eager for more and kissed his way down to your neck where he found great delight in nibbling at your skin and soothingly kissing it afterwards. You twitched a little when he pulled at your skin with his teeth and your husband smirked up to you. Then his journey led him farther south and soon his mouth brushed over your breasts though still covered by your night gown. Daemon looked up to you, questioningly perhaps, and now you decided to let him undress you. Not because you were convinced that he would love what hid underneath but rather because he seemed to be of gentle nature, different to what you had heard before in the tales told by the ladies in court. You kind of trusted that he would be kind to you and accept your body the way it was. So far he didn't seem like the kind of person to insult or complain, but was affectionate and caring.

But all your worries had been entirely unnecessary anyhow. After you had given him a small nod, the Rogue Prince pulled down your gown to reveal your bare chest. He looked down with a lustful glare in his darkened eyes and his mouth changed to a smirk.

"You most certainly didn't have to feel doubtful about this."

You smiled and blushed and Daemon lowered his head to lick over your pearky nipples that looked so innocent and sweet to your husband. His tongue drew patterns over them and he took them into his mouth to suck on them. You grew more and more lustful and the fire in you became hotter. At some point you reached out to grab at the back of his head and Daemon smirked against your chest, noticing that you finally became a little bolder. Your fingers toyed with his hair and your breath went faster as well.

"Such sweet tits," Daemon whispered and lifted his head again. His thumb ran over your chin and he smirked down to you.

"You're very pretty, little one. There's no reason to feel frightened."

You nodded and finally also opened your mouth.

"Yes," you breathed and then your husband started to further pull down your night gown and you lifted your hips to help him.

Once you lay entirely naked underneath him you pressed your thighs together feeling ashamed to be bare in front of him but Daemon wouldn't have this.

"Ugh uhm," he made and pushed his knee between your legs.

"Don't hide from me, sweet girl," he whispered close to your ear which made you shiver. "I'm your husband now. And you shouldn't hide from your husband."

So you let Daemon run his hand down from your breasts to your belly and then between your legs. He cupped your sex which made your eyes widen at the new feeling and Daemon then ran his finger through your slit.

He was experienced, of course he was. At no point did you doubt the obscene stories about him visiting the brothels of King's Landing to fuck, celebrate and drink even at the young age of 15 years. He was older now, 24 to be exact, mayhaps too mature to live in this overflow and ecstasy and yet he had bedded countless of whores who each had contributed to his knowledge and skill. But of course your lack of inexperience didn't lead back to your younger age, 17, but the duty you had as a woman in this world. Your maidenhead was to be saved for your husband and this moment your deflowering grew closer and closer as your husband's finger ran from your hole up to… you didn't know what it was in truth.

His finger touched a spot that you hadn't know to exist but it sent shivers through your body. Daemon was content when he saw your reaction and pressed into that spot.

"Uhmm," you whined because it really was an indescribable feeling.

He was beyond satisfied and watched your every facial expression as his finger drew circles and different patterns over your little pearl.

"I know, my sweet wife," he whispered and kissed your cheek when you let out a particular loud cry.

"I consider this little pearl to be holy," he spoke with lifted eyebrows. "A holy gift by the mother, so sweet innocent maidens like yourself can be pleasured. Though I don't believe in the faith."

Daemon smirked widely but you were too far gone in your desire to answer him.

Restlessly, you shifted on your back but the weight of his body that pressed into you heavier the more you moved around didn't grant you a lot of space. You whimpered and sighed, panted and exhaled until his hand come to a stop and you immediately missed his touch. You were curious what he would do now and just wished he would continue but to your surprise Daemon kissed his way down on your body until he laid between your legs.

"What are you doing?" you asked breathlessly and your husband smirked.

"I'm preparing you for me, little girl. And I'll give you pleasure that will have your soul leave your body," he whispered and his words made your breath go faster.

And yet you weren't convinced because what you believed he was about to do didn't seem… appropriate. And yes, he lowered his head and kissed right next to your pearl which made you grab his hair.

"But… With your mouth?" you breathed quietly and the Rogue Prince raised his eyebrows.

"Yes. It is one of the finest arts, my sweet love. Just relax and you'll see how much you'll like it."

And he was right, it only took him a few twirls with his tongue around your little nub and you saw stars.

"Mhmm…," you moaned and your husband simply loved how responsive his new precious wife was to him.

Daemon truly took your breath away and tears welled even up in your eyes as his tongue did magical things on your little pearl. It just felt so good, so overwhelmingly good that you never wanted it to stop. He grew even more lucious hearing your sweet noises and at the same time was motivated to let his tongue dance quicker on your nub.

His hands were on your hips, holding you down so you wouldn't be so restless and his eyes remained on you all the time. Sometimes Daemon demanded of you to keep your eyes on him and you tried your best to do as he said but every now and then you couldn't help but let your eyes roll back, so overwhelming was the pleasure. And yet so taunting… It felt as if you were being driven closer and closer to something you couldn't name. And you were eager to find out what it was.

"Daemon," you whimpered and the Rogue Prince smirked, hearing you say his name.

You were begging, pleading for him to get you there, to this place that felt close and yet so far away from you.

"Please, Daemon," you whined and moved your head from one side to the other. "Please."

He couldn't get the smirk out of his face and teasingly flicked your pearl.

"What is it, my sweet girl? What do you wish me to do?"

You couldn't bring yourself to answer. You simply didn't have the power at this point and even if you did, no intelligent thought remained in your head. You just hoped that he would know what it was you desired without words and you were certain that he did but merely wanted to tease you. But then he kissed right on your little pearl and drew tight circles with his tongue around it.

"I know what you need, little one," he whispered with his husky voice and this sound alone made you blush. It sounded filthy and obscene for some reason.

"I'm gonna get you there, love, I promise."

And he did. His tongue didn't come to rest for a second and at the same time Daemon inserted a finger in you. It felt a little uncomfortable at first but you got used to it and after some time he even added a second. You couldn't say that you loved the feeling of it because it burned a little but Daemon made sure you were relaxed and calm by the movement with his tongue on your pearl and you were beyond soaked so his fingers could slide into you without problems.

The noises leaving your mouth were growing louder as well and you couldn't stay still. Without Daemon holding you down you probably would've fallen from the bed by now. And at the same time you felt getting closer and closer to the edge, everything inside of you tensed, a warm feeling spread throughout your body and then… the knot in your belly exploded. The feeling took away your breath and you widened your eyes in shock. This was something you had never felt before and you didn't even realize that you held your breath.

"Daemon," you cried out, your hands tightly grabbing the bedsheets. Your husband was still occupied by licking up every drop of your sweet juices but now soothingly caressed your thigh.

"Breathe, sweet girl," he spoke against your cunt and you inhaled deeply.

You felt your heartbeat slow down and soon enough air was entering your lungs again. And it seemed like Daemon was also done with savouring your cunt now because he licked up your slit one last time and then lifted his head. You were a little relieved because your pearl felt so swollen that his touch had made you twitch after you had reached your high. Daemon crawled up to lay on top of you and kissed you. You were able to taste yourself which made you blush.

"So sweet," he hummed. "Never tasted a cunt sweet like yours, little wolf."

His thumb ran over you lower lip and you shivered. Slowly your mind fully came back to you and when Daemon once again parted your legs with his knee you nervously bit your lip. You knew what would happen now. And you were scared of the pain. What if there was something wrong with your cunt and it just simply… wouldn't work? But the Rogue Prince caringly stroke your cheek and kissed you on your nose.

"It'll be fine. I'm gonna be gentle."

With these words he removed his pants until you saw his cock that stood hard against his stomach. He looked so big and thick that you wondered how he was supposed to fit in your hole. But his cock was pretty though. You wanted to know what he felt like in your hand but that seemed to be a matter for another night because Daemon wrapped his hand around his cock and ran its tip through your fold stopping at your clit to rub against it. You moaned and your eyes fluttered. And then after another few seconds the time had come. Your husband circled your entrance.

"Breathe in, love," he whispered and watched your face for reactions.

You obeyed and inhaled while you felt him thrust into you. There was a barrier and you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen which made you hiss out. The pain made tears well up in your eyes and you held on to Daemon's arms in an attempt to support yourself.

"Shhh," he made and caressed your hair. "It's alright, I know it hurts."

He didn't move yet and gave you time to get used to the feeling which you were thankful for because only slowly did the sorrow fade.

"Doing so well for me," Daemon breathed, feeling overwhelmed by the tightness of your cunt. Your veins were pulsating and you panted uncontrolled trying to perceive your surroundings.

"It hurts," you breathed and your husband immediately reached out to remove the tears from your face with his thumbs. He kissed your cheek while his hands soothingly caressed your shoulders.

"It'll be better in a moment. Just breathe."

And you did, you inhaled and exhaled and after a time you started to feel better. It was such an odd feeling to be filled by his cock. Daemon now pulled out of you only to thrust back in and even though he was gentle, you once again whimpered at the pain.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled against the crouch of your neck and your hands reached out to grab his hair.

But this time it hurt less and soon your husband slowly thrusted in and out of your cunt. His eyes fluttered and it was clear to you that he received great pleasure from being buried in your cunt. By now the pain had also vanished almost entirely and yet you weren't stimulated as amazingly as you had been a few moments before when Daemon had used his mouth on you. Your husband panted heavily and kissed you hungrily while moving inside of you.

"Oh seven hells," he moaned and held the side of your face.

"Are you alright?" he asked and you nodded with big eyes.

"Yes," you breathed and your husband smirked while traveling his hand down between your bodies.

You only knew what he was doing when you felt his hand on your pearl and your mouth formed an 'O'. He went around it in tight circles and you felt your knees getting weak. Together with his deep thrusts inside of you the stimulation was almost too much and your eyes rolled back. The two of you got closer and closer to the edge and his thrusts became sloppy.

"Look at me," Daemon moaned when you closed your eyes. You did as he told you and tried to concentrate on his pretty face in front of you.

"Daemon. Please," you whimpered and your hands helplessly clung to his back.

"Yes, my sweet girl. I'll make you feel good. I'll fill you with my seed until you'll have my babes inside you. Now and every night from now on," he whispered against your ear and it only enhanced your desire.

The feeling in your tummy got more intense with each moment passing and then the two of you came simultaneously.

Daemon grunted deeply and collapsed on top of you while you arched your back and felt you legs shake in pleasure. His seed filled your cunt to the brim and then you laid with him on top and you both tried to catch your breath. Your heart was beating fast and sweat was covering your forehead. After a while Daemon lifted his head and looked at you. Your face was reddened, your eyes swollen from the crying and your hair was sticking to your forehead. You thought that you probably looked horrible but your husband had never seen a prettier sight so he smirked and kissed your lips.

"So sweet," he grinned and you smiled weakly. "My little wolf. I can't believe this beautiful girl is mine now."

You were too exhausted to answer him but your eyes glistened and it was answer enough for Daemon.

As much as you had feared that night it had turned out to be one of the best of your life and you only hoped that many nights like this would follow.

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marvelfilth · 1 year ago

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A Demonstration (18+)

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f!reader

Warnings: smut, pet names

Summary: you've been pining over Ellie for years, what happens when you walk into her in a very... compromising place

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Your whole body trembles by the time you finally find the courage to open the door, the provocative sign making you blush furiously. You're thankful no one greets you when you step inside, the silence allowing your nerves to calm a bit. You look around the shop, sensual lighting enhancing the mood, showcasing various rows of toys.

You clear your throat and take a hesitant step further, looking around wildly in search of something inconspicuous and small. There's a stand full of dick shaped lollipops that makes you bite back an amused smile, and right next to it is a stand dedicated to vaginas. You look to the other side and pass the shelves full of flavored lube, eyes zeroed in on small bullet vibrators.

The sizes vary, but you're not sure you'll be able to take something bigger than two of your fingers, so you take one in the closest size, turn around and bump into someone's chest, dropping the small box. Strong hands clasp around your shoulders, steadying you, captivating smell of tobacco and dark chocolate invading your senses. You mutter an apology, hurrying to bend and pick up the box before the woman notices, but she has the same thing in mind, her hand grazing yours as she grabs it before you could. You straighten, gnawing on your lower lip and looking away, too embarrassed to face the stranger.

"Y/n?" A familiar voice speaks. Your eyes widen comically, falling on the woman you haven't thought about in years. "Ellie?"

You've spent half of your teenage years pinning over the girl, desperately wishing she'd look at you, dreaming about her touch. Spending a fair share of time in close proximity to her (perks of being Jessi's friend) made you crave her presence at all times, which made the pain even worse when she decided to flee the city right after a nasty fight with her adoptive father. You've never told anyone about your feelings for her, keeping them buried deep in your heart.

You can't ignore them now, even after years of suppression.

“Hi,” she breathes out, a dorky smile on her lips, and offers you the box. “I was hoping I'd bump into you somewhere, and here you are.”

You blush under her watchful eyes, shifting from foot to foot, and take the box. “I didn't know you were back.”

She looks you up and down, her eyes lingering on the toy in your hands. “I didn't tell anyone.”

“Even Dina?” You can't help, but ask.

She huffs a quiet laugh. “Especially Dina. She can't keep shit to herself. Where do you think all the gossip comes from?”

You smile, shaking your head in amusement. “So no one knows you're in town?”

“No one, except for you and the people who've helped me put this whole thing up.” She spreads her arms wide, gesturing to the shop around her. Your jaw grows slack, your fingers clutching around the box tightly. She smirks, and your blush deepens, your heart almost bursting out of your chest.

“It’s- it's a nice shop,” you stummer.

She hums. “Are you going to be a regular?” she teases good-naturally, but there's a glint in her eyes that tells you she's actually curious about the answer.

“I don't think so? I mean, I've never actually been- um… I don't usually…” you trail off, closing your eyes. She grasps your wrist, her thumb drawing half circles over your pulse point, and the gesture makes you relax slightly. “Is it your first time buying a sex toy?” she asks, her voice raspy and deep. You nod jerkily, looking away from her prying eyes. “It's okay, I got it.” She whispers, before quickly walking to the front of the shop and turning the lock.

You shudder involuntarily, stepping closer to the register. She stops you midway and grasps your wrist, leading you towards the back. “C’mon, I think I have something you'll like.”

You gulp, wishing you never left your apartment, but follow her nonetheless. You enter a small storage room full of nondescript boxes, and she nudges you towards the only table in the room. You lean against it, watching as she rummages around in search of god knows what, your eyes landing on her lean legs before trailing up to her perky butt. You look away, biting on the inside of your cheek.

“What do you think?” She asks, and you're forced to look at her again.

She's holding some kind of a sex toy in her hands, one you're not familiar with at all. “I… I don't know what that is.”

Her lips stretch in a lazy smile as she walks up to you. She holds your chin between her fingers, tilting your head up. “Would you like to find out?”

You suck in a breath, looking back at the toy, and nod shakily. She chuckles and opens the box. The toy is small and elongated, with a few buttons on one side.

“That little guy can make you come in two minutes,” she starts, caressing the toy with her thumb, “you put it on your clit, and it'll suck it like there's no tomorrow.” She chuckles, seeing the look on your face. “Wanna try?”

“N-no,” you stummer, blushing furiously. “I think I'll just stick to this for now.” You hold up the box in your hand.

Ellie hums and makes her way to you, throwing the toy in her hand on the table. “Do you know how to use it?”

You freeze, not expecting the question.

“I- I guess?"

She chuckles, and takes it from you. “I'll give you a demonstration then.”

You choke on your spit. “What?”

She pats your cheek playfully, her thumb lingering on your lower lip, and you struggle to keep your tongue from darting out. “Hop up, babe.”

Your body moves on its own, and a second later you're sitting on the table, your back against the wall, holding the hem of your dress in your clenched fists.

She takes out a bottle of lube from the drawer, followed by a fleshlight. You gulp, noting how close to the real thing the toy is. Ellie looks at you for a moment, before squeezing some lube on her fingers and spreading it over the toy, her eyes returning to you. She slides her thumb over the fake clit of the toy, spreading lube, you can almost feel the ghost of her touch on your folds, your clit twitching. She looks at you like she knows exactly what's going through your head and places her hand on your leg. Your breath hitches and you clump your thighs shut, trapping her hand between your legs. She raises an eyebrow, and pushes her thumb inside, her dark eyes on you. You swallow, wishing she was pushing inside you instead.

"You have to listen to your body, if something doesn't feel good, don't do it." Her hand leaves your leg and you whimper at the loss, cheeks burning when Ellie merely chuckles. She takes the vibrator and slowly pushes it inside, her thumb painting circles over the toy's clit. "You think that'll feel good for you?"

You nod rapidly, not trusting your voice. She hums, thrusting it slowly and you exhale shakily, your pussy clenching around nothing. She continues, her chocolate eyes pinned to your face, catching the way your lips open, the way your eyes grow misty with lust.

"I think so too, angel, I think you'll take it like a good girl," she whispers, her hand returns to your thigh sliding higher, almost there.

You jump off the table, looking down at the floor as you stutter some made-up excuse. Your cheeks burn in shame, your thighs clenched. You try to walk past her, but she stops you, one hand on your waist, the other under your jaw, tilting your face up.

"Where do you think you're going, bunny? I don't think you've learned just yet." She guides you back on the table, toys forgotten as she chooses to stand between your parted thighs. She looks you up and down appreciatively, eyes lingering on your exposed cleavage, hands hot on your hips. "Why don't you show me how you do it? I need to know what I'm working with." She licks her lips, thumbs tracing circles over your thin dress.

Your cheeks heat up and you almost shake your head no, ready to bolt out the door and forget any of this ever happened.

"Hey, look at me." She tilts your head up, her lips inches away from yours. "I'm going to make you feel good, baby. But I want to see you first, okay? Show me how pretty your pussy looks," she husks, pupils blown with want.

You nod, ready to give it all to her. Her lips come crashing down on your own, pulling you in a bruising kiss. You gasp, your lips parting just enough to allow her tongue entrance, the wet muscle exploring your mouth before she bites on your lower lip, slowly pulling away. Your legs hook over her waist, trapping her in place. She takes your hand, her palm over yours, and you can't help but notice the difference in size. Her long, slender fingers wrap around your hand completely, leaving you to wonder how good they'll feel inside you.

"Do it or I'll have to punish you."

You blink, breath hitching. "P-punish me?"

She smiles. "See that?" She nods at one of the boxes on the counter. You gulp and look back at her, eyes wide. "Don't make me use that on you, baby. Do as I say."

You nod, and hitch up your dress, your legs parting. Ellie pulls away as far as your legs allow, her hands on your waist. You take a steadying breath, before exhaling and looking up to her gorgeous green eyes, full of hunger and need. You tug on your panties, slowly dragging them down, and Ellie takes them from your hand and shoves them into her back pocket, smiling at the way you gulp loudly. "You won't need them," she whispers, putting her hands back on your thighs, tracing circles over your heated skin. You nod, biting on your lower lip, unconsciously spreading your legs wider.

"That's right, spread em wide open for me," she whispers, hunching up your dress to reveal your glistening core.

She sucks in a breath, her eyes growing darker, and wets her lips. Your chest burns, and you're sure it's the same color as your cheeks, embarrassingly red. Still, her words ring in your head, making your cup your pussy. You stifle a moan, feeling just how wet you are, your folds drenched in your arousal.

“Good girl,” she hums, “go on, baby, push them inside.”

You do as she says without a second thought, your fingers sinking in your warmth. She bites on her lip, her eyes pinned to your slick folds, and places her hands over your bra, kneading your covered breasts. You moan, steadily pumping your fingers inside your clenching pussy, arching into her muscled form.

“You're not doing it right, baby.” She stops you, her fingers around your wrist. "You can't even take care of your pretty cunt without my help.”

You whine, hips buckling. “Don't worry, I'll help you out."

She tugs your closer, your heat snug against her lower stomach, and reaches for the toy she was using, pulling it out of the flashlight and pushing it down your folds, lube and slick coating the toy. You whine, burying your face in the crook of her neck, your nails digging into her waist. “Please, Ellie.”

She chuckles, circling your clit with the tip of the toy. “Please what?”

“Put it inside, please,” you whimper, chasing the toy with your hips.

She hums, her palm sliding up your chest to wrap around your neck with a barest hint of pressure. "Do you think you can take it, pretty girl?"

You suck in a breath, wiggling your hips to get friction, and close your eyes. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” She chuckles, nudging the tip of the toy against your entrance, before slowly easing it inside. She leans in close, her hot breath caressing your ear. “Good girl.” She presses the button, making the toy vibrate, and pushes it fully inside.

“Ellie…” You cry out, back arching into her lean body, your entire being on fire. You roughly pull on her hair when she starts moving the toy, bringing her face to your neck. She sucks on the tender flesh, fucking you slowly.

“I bet you taste fucking amazing,” she purrs, kissing the underside of your jaw before pulling you in a heated kiss.

You whimper, grinding against her messily, her front covered in your arousal. She moves the toy faster, pushing it deeper and deeper, the vibrations spreading pleasure over your body. She slides her thumb over your clit and you scream, eyes clenched tightly as you come.

“There's my good girl,” she praises, slowing down, her lips hot on your skin, tongue catching beads of sweat in the valley between your breasts.

You catch your breath, whining in protest as she pulls out the toy and grind against her front, but she stops you with a firm grip. “You made a big mess, bunny. It's time you clean it all up.” She tugs you off the table and pushes you down to your knees, undoing her belt buckle.

You nod eagerly, mouth watering at the sight. “Yes, Ellie.”

#ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams #tlou #the last of us #a Demonstration

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rabbidbunwy · 3 months ago

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First date with Konig,his love for you will overcome his anxiety! ...or so he tought at first.

Contents:fluff-first date-Konig x anon!reader-first date-anxiety-cussing-awkard-funny-comical writing-thoughts

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

p.s: this is just a rushed writing that i camed up with so sorry if it seems incomplete or missing something. And yes,i know that Ghost and Konig are enemies in canon but really idgaf,i find it funny thinking about them bheing frienemies lol.

I thought about Konig and his social anxiety and how it will work during dates,so i tought it about being funny and comical,doing things without thinking but then regretting it,both good and bad.

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

It was supposed to be simple,go to y/n,talk to them,know them and maybe complimenting them. That was it,that was what Ghost told him a first date was,no reason to get anxious b'out it no?

But no,as soon as he saw you,he off-tracked the dialogue that he prepared;as he looked at you,sitting on the table,sipping on a drink and with that,god beautiful,no gorgeousdress/suit that you were wearing,as you waited for him,meanwhile Soap and Ghost were watching from a distance.

Konig sighed breathing in as he sat on the chair beside you,as it creaked a bit under his weight,looking at you with love in his eyes,fumbling his hands switching to his sky mask and just like that,without thinking twice he declared in his thick german accent: "You are very schön[beautiful] y/n,as a rose in a vast garden of daisies". He said in the most lovey-dovey,amorous way. [wich got a disgusted reaction from Ghost,he didnt liked too shappy or cheesy stuff,but an "aww,cute" from Soap]

You almost spitted out your drink as you blushed immediatly at that statement,blinking your eyes a couple of times as you looked at him,incredously,replying with a shaky mumbled "w..what?"

Konig remained clueless for a couple of seconds,as he tooked in your beauty with lovey-doveu eyes,as it shattered in an instant as he realized what he had just said,blushing in an incredously amount of red under his tattered ski mask "Scheiße! Ich…ich bin hier, ich…" [fuck...i..well…i..i] he stummered out looking around frantically for a distraction and instinctively he splashed your face with thecup of water on his side of the table,regretting it immediatly,as he shouted out in shock,scrambling towards you panicking.

He gripped your shoulder searching a hint of discomfort or sadness as you wiped your eyes with your hand "scheiße!! tut mir leid! tut mir leid! i dont know what camed over me" [fuck! i',m so sorry,i'm so sorry!]

Bheind them Ghost and Soap were baffled ,the british man sighed putting is hand on his forehead,that was covered by his balaclava,shaking his head in disbelief meanwhile the scottish man,opened his mouth in incredulity as he gestured at the scene with his hands saying at Ghost "did you just saw that shit,charaid?" [friend].

Needless to say,after Ghost detached Konig from you,the latter was sobbing in embaressement and shame as the british man patted his shoulder,trying to comfort him..in a way "ich bin so dumm,how could i have done it?" [i'm so stupid] he bawled thinking that you would never wanted to see him again,wich he was SO wrong about it,meanwhile Soap was with you, drying your face with a handkerchief he had brought with him "i must say that was not a smart move,from Konig" but you interrupted him laughing which confused him "why are you laughing?" he asked and you replied "because his gesture was so sudden and sweet". as you suspired,immediatly falling in love at that cute dork,

You gaze at Konig who was arguing in german with Ghost,saying that it was his idea for this date,[comically thinking Konig is strangling Ghost or in a funny fight] "i think im in love" you declared and Soap looked at you and Konig,puzzled but went "eh,whatev." he shrugged. "you two would look like a cute couple anyway" he said patting your shoulder in approvement,smiling like a proud uncle. [you two were still watching Ghost and Konig fighting]

#writers on tumblr #cod x y/n #cod x you #cod x reader #konig x reader #konig x you #konig x y/n #konig cod #konig call of duty #cod konig #fanfics #cod fanfic

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forever-this-life · 3 months ago

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“Manchmal verblassen Erinnerungen, so wie alte Fotos, deren Farben die Zeit stiehlt. Erst verschwinden die kleinen Details, dann die Stimmen, bis nur noch ein schwaches Echo bleibt. Doch das Vermissen – das bleibt. Es bohrt sich ins Herz, ruft nach dem, was war, nach dem, was fehlt. Und wenn die Welt weiterzieht, als wäre nichts geschehen, bleibt die Sehnsucht als stummer Beweis, dass es einmal so viel mehr gab.”

#leben #people #trauer #schmerz #sinn des lebens #freundschaft #freunde #schweigen #vermissen #gefühle #verblassen #zeit #schwach #welt

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kajaono · 3 months ago

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Everytime I movie features a eastern country they add eastern music

But when they feature Germany they never add German music. What’s wrong with our music?! We have „Ich und mein holz“ which translates to „me and my wood“ or „stummer Schrei nach Liebe“ which means: „silent scream for love“ and is an anti-nazi song

We have so many bangers to add. Hollywood is just weak

#Ich und mein Holz holzi holzi holz #German stuff #Germany #just german things

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opheliagreif · 2 days ago

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Beim ask game, dass du heute reblogged hast, würde mich was zur Nummer 18 interessieren👀

Huhu! 🤗

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

Oh ja, ich behalte die. 😄 Auch wenn ich nie wieder was damit mache, löschen kann ich die nicht!

Unter dem Cut gehts weiter. Ganz laaang, weil mein Englisch nicht so gut ist und ich da einfach mal Szene gelesen habe 😄😉. Ist aus der Anatomie.

„Dein Vater will dich sehen“, sagte Vincent mit sorgenvoll gerunzelter Stirn und Adam rollte mit den Augen.

„Das Arschloch kann mich mal“, sagte er mit mehr Widerstand in der Stimme als er wirklich in sich fühlte. Sein Körper war von den letzten Strafen, die er wegen seines Fehlverhaltens und seiner mangelnden Erfolge oder einfach so erhalte hatte, immer noch wund. Er konnte sich immer noch nicht wirklich anlehnen. Also würde es eine weitere Runde Strafen geben und Adam war schon jetzt übel davon.

Er erhob sich wie ein alter Mann und folgte Vincent hinaus zum Auto. Wie immer, wenn sie auf den scheiß Betonbunker zusteuerten, spürte er so brachialen Widerwillen vor den Mauern, dass es ihn ekelte. Wie immer konnte er sich nicht dagegen wehren, hierhin zurück zu kehren.

Im Gegensatz zu seiner Kindheit hatte er jetzt seine eigene Wohnung, seinen Rückzugsort. Er hatte Orte in der freien Natur, die ihn nicht an das Arschloch erinnerten. Dass er diese Orte mit Leo entdeckt hatte, stand da auf einem ganz anderen Blatt und mittlerweile hatte Adam es auch aufgegeben, sich gegen den Gedanken zu wehren, dass er mehr für den Polizisten empfand, der offiziell zwar immer noch unter seiner Kontrolle stand, dem aber inoffiziell keine Gefahr mehr von ihm drohte. Das würde er ihm natürlich nicht sagen, und bisher reichte es aus, um das komische Ding aus Anziehung, Nähe und Distanz zu begründen, was sie miteinander hatten und was immer ein Tanz auf der Nadelspitze war.

Adam hielt Leo dabei immer sorgsam auf Abstand, damit er nicht endete wie Elias und bislang funktionierte es sehr gut.

„Hat er gesagt, was er von mir will?“, fragte Adam und Vincent schüttelte den Kopf.

„Er hat nur ausrichten lassen, dass es um eine Routinesache geht, die deine Anwesenheit erfordert. Ich vermute Probleme mit den Lieferanten, die wir lösen sollen.“

„Als wenn der alte Dreckssack das nicht alleine kann. Oder Boris. Warum müssen wir dann ran?“

„Weil wir die Zukunft sind“, lachte Vincent und Adam machte Würgegeräusche.

„Ich wünschte, das Arschloch würde bald abnippeln, aber der überlebt uns vermutlich alle noch.“

„Nur noch zehn Jahre durchhalten, dann wird er alt und senil sein.“

Die Aussicht, das noch zehn Jahre zu machen, war ein Graus für Adam. Andererseits wusste er auch nicht, was er sonst machen sollte. Wenn das Imperium seines Alten fallen würde, würde auch ihr System fallen und damit wäre Adam auf Platz eins auf der Warteliste für Lerchesflur. Bestechung, Nötigung, Diebstahl, Steuerhinterziehung…um nur einige der Gründe zu nennen, warum man ihn einknasten konnte.

Wenigstens hatte er Körperverletzung, fahrlässige Tötung, Vergewaltigung oder Mord nicht in seinem Portfolio.

„Ich will das alles nicht mehr“, sagte er eher mehr zu sich als zu Vincent und dieser gab ein fragendes Geräusch von sich.

„Überlegst du Leos Angebot anzunehmen?“

Adam schürzte unwirsch die Lippen. „Kronzeugenregelung? Als wenn ich die bekäme. Und selbst wenn ich das Arschloch verrate, irgendwer im Knast wird mich umbringen dafür.“

„Wohl wahr.“ Beruhigend, dass Vincent ihm dabei auch noch zustimmte, befand Adam und schluckte schwer, als sie auf die Zufahrtsstraße zum Anwesen einbogen.

Als sie vor dem Haus hielten, war ihm so übel, dass er sich am Liebsten übergeben hätte und trotzdem stieg Adam aus. Er ging mit gewohnt selbstsicheren, arroganten Schritten zum Arbeitszimmer des Alten, Vincent als stummer Schatten hinter ihm. Adam ließ sich nichts anmerken, keine Sekunde, dass er Schmerzen hatte. Das würde dem Alten so passen.

Seine Mutter war auch da und bedeutete ihm, dass der Alte ihn im Keller zu sehen wünschte, nicht im Arbeitszimmer und Adam graute es. Der Keller war für renitente Probleme vorgesehen. So wie er eins war, wenn er besonders viel Scheiße gebaut hatte. Wenn er mehr bluten sollte als es der Teppich im Arbeitszimmer vertrug.

Adam rollte mit den Augen, als er Vincents Besorgnis nahezu spürte und ging voran. Augen zu und durch, je schneller er seine angebliche Scheiße eingestand, desto besser.

„Mein Junge“, gurrte die Dreckssau, als er die Kellertür aufstieß und tippte sich verächtlich in die Stirn.

„Was willst du?“, konnte er auch gleich mit Unfreundlichkeit zur Sache kommen, wenn er sowieso wieder verprügelt wurde.

„Dein armseliges Schwuchtelleben retten, was sonst?“ Adam sah sich um. Boris war da, Iwan, Steven. Der engste Kreis quasi, die schon wussten, dass Schürk Junior sich durch Saarbrücken und diverse französische Bordelle vögelte und dabei keinen Wert auf Frauen legte.

„Warum dieses Mal?“, fragte er und steckte seine Hände in die Taschen seines Anzuges, weil er genau wusste, wie das den Alten auf die Palme brachte. Der Keller roch nach abgestandenem Blut und Reinigungsmitteln. Adam mochte nicht bestreiten, dass die Dreckssau vor kurzer Zeit hier jemanden umgebracht hatte.

„Weil einer deiner Zöglinge plant, dich an die Seinen zu verpfeifen.“

Adam schnaubte. Unwahrscheinlich. Sein engmaschiges Netz aus Kontrolle und Bedrohung stand bombensicher. Vincent hätte ihm schon etwas gesagt und auch jetzt zuckte der andere Mann ratlos mit den Schultern.

„Wer?“

Die Dreckssau bedeutete Iwan und Steven, in den Nebenraum zu gehen und sie kamen mit einem Mann wieder, der im ersten Moment zu blutüberströmt, zu bewusstlos zwischen den Beiden hing um sein Gesicht genauer erkennen zu können. Sein grünes Shirt war wenig grün von dem Blut, das sich darauf befand und Adam hatte noch exakt drei Sekunden Zeit, sich über die Jeans zu wundern, die er irgendwie kannte, als die Männer den Gefangenen auch schon auf die Knie und seinen Kopf an den Haaren in den Nacken zwangen.

Die furchtbare Erkenntnis, dass es Leo war, der vor ihm kniete, kam nach einer weiteren Sekunde. Sie hatten ihm die Hände hinter seinem Rücken gefesselt und mit einem dicken Stoffstreifen geknebelt, die Platzwunde am Kopf war anscheinend für das Blut auf seinem Shirt verantwortlich, ebenso wie die Nase, von der sich Adam nicht sicher war, ob sie gebrochen war.

Bleib ruhig, schoss es ihm in der Sekunde darauf durch den Kopf. Blieb ruhig und lass dir nichts anmerken, sonst wird das hier wie bei Elias. Er wird ihn umbringen, vor deinen Augen und das stehst du nicht nochmal durch. Wie war der Alte ihm überhaupt auf die Schliche gekommen, er war doch so vorsichtig gewesen?

Adam merkte, dass er atmen musste und zog langsam Luft in seine Lungen.

Wie gut, dass er den Alten so hasste, so konnte dieser seine Wut für Missfallen und nicht für Angst halten.

„Was macht der Bulle hier?“, fragte er mit einem Nicken auf Leo, der ihn mit seinen unendlich schönen, grünen Augen ansah und dem Schmerz nur zu deutlich auf dem Gesicht geschrieben stand.

„Der Bulle“, lachte sein Vater. „Ach Junior. Glaubst du nicht, ich wüsste nicht, dass du ihn auch in den Arsch fickst?“

Adam blinzelte. Woher? Nun gut, vielleicht hatte einer seiner Handlanger Leo aus seiner Wohnung kommen sehen und die richtigen Schlüsse gezogen.

Auch damit kannst du arbeiten.

„Und wenn? Wer sich erpressen lässt, hält seinen Arsch auf für die Unversehrtheit seiner Familie hin“, sagte er das Erstbeste, was ihm einfiel, um die Dreckssau zufrieden zu stellen.

„Ist das so?“

„Ja. Soll ich dir jetzt erzählen, wie eng sein Arsch war, als ich ihn gefickt habe, während er an seine Familie gedacht hat oder was?“

War Adam vorher schon übel gewesen, so wollte er sich nun am Liebsten übergeben. Leo hatte keines dieser Worte verdient, er war freiwillig zu ihm gekommen. Adam hatte sehr deutlich gemacht, dass das keine Auswirkungen auf seine Familie haben würde. Er war kein Vergewaltiger.

„Nein, aber du könntest mir erzählen, wie dir das hier entgehen konnte“, erwiderte die Dreckssau und Boris überreichte Adam eine Akte. Unwirsch schlug er sie auf und ging durch die ersten Blätter und handschriftlichen Notizen.

„Was soll das sein?“, grollte er mit jeder Sekunde, die er hier mit dem Alten, seinen Handlangern und Leo in einem Raum verbrachte, nervöser und unsicherer, was geschehen würde. Alleine, dass sie Leo entführt und verletzt hatten, verhieß nichts Gutes und Adam brauchte jeden klaren Gedanken, den er übrig hatte, um den anderen Mann lebend hier heraus zu holen.

Und wenn er dafür doppelt so lange brauchte um sich durch die Unterlagen zu lesen, dann machte er das. Weil er einen Plan brauchte. Doch mit jedem Blatt Papier, das er las, mit jeder handschriftlichen Notiz, die unzweifelhaft Leos Handschrift trug, wurde ihm eine andere Sache deutlicher. Alles, was Leo für ihn hatte tun müssen, war minutiös dokumentiert worden. Datum, Uhrzeit, wer ihm den Auftrag gegeben hatte, welche Beweismittel er verschwinden lassen musste, welche Aktenpassagen fälschen. Fotos einer Einmalkamera von Ermittlungsvermerken, die nachträglich geändert werden mussten, Wort-für-Wort-Protokolle seiner Anweisungen. Das erste Monate alt, das Jüngste…von vorgestern.

Vorgestern.

„Woher stammt das?“, fragte Adam und er konnte die aufkommende Wut in seiner Stimme nicht verbergen, die ihn anhand er Notizen beschlich.

„Aus der Frauentoilette des Präsidiums, hinter einer scheiß losen Kachel. Dein kleines Bückstück hat, während er dir den Schwanz gelutscht hat, alles minutiös mitgeplottet und zu Papier gebracht. Er hat deine Schwäche für Schwuchteln ausgenutzt, um unter deinem Radar zu fliegen und den Fall unseres Imperiums vorzubereiten.“ Hohn und Spott lagen in der Stimme der Dreckssau und Adam wollte für einen Moment wirklich nicht wahrhaben, was er da hörte. Auch wenn alles, was in diesen Akten stand, wahr war.

Stumm reichte er sie Vincent, der ebenso so sorgfältig wie er auch durch die Blätter ging. Als er fertig war, nickte er unmerklich und Adam wandte sich langsam zu Leo, der bewegungslos und unter deutlichen Schmerzen im Griff der beiden Männer hing und seiner Musterung auswich. Schuld stand ihm ins Gesicht geschrieben, Schuld an dem was Adam so eben noch in seinen Händen gehalten hatte.

Die Wut, die in Adam hochkroch, war so zerstörerisch wie sie hilflos und gedemütigt war. Wenn das stimmte, hatte Leo mit ihm geschlafen und weiterhin seinen Niedergang geplant. Wenn das stimmt, dann hatte Leo vielleicht genau deswegen mit ihm geschlafen – um seinen Niedergang zu planen. Als er Adam endlich das gegeben hatte, was er wollte, hatte Adam sich ihm geöffnet und war unvorsichtig geworden. Er hatte nicht auf die Anzeichen geachtet. Er war weich geworden, weil Leo seinerseits weich geworden war. Weil er ihm gesagt hatte, dass ein Ausstieg möglich war.

„Ich habe dir so oft gesagt, dass deine unnatürliche Vorliebe für ekelhafte Sodomie dich ins Verderben führen wird. Ich habe dir so oft gesagt, dass dein Schwuchteldasein dich weich und dumm macht, aber nein, du wolltest nicht hören. Und nachdem ich damals deinen kleinen Schwuchtelfreund vor deinen Augen umgebracht habe, hatte ich eigentlich gedacht, dass du deine Lektion gelernt hast. Aber mein tumber Idiotensohn kann natürlich nicht anders, als zehn Jahre später einen Bullen zu ficken, der all das, was ich hier aufgebaut habe, einstürzen lassen kann. Wunderbar.“

Dass sein Vater Elias noch einmal erwähnen wusste, ließ Adams Wut nahtlos zu dem Dreckssack wandern, der ihn manisch grinsend maß. Mit der Wut kam die Angst. Wenn er vor Leo so freimütig den Mord ausplauderte, dann war Leo in höchster Gefahr.

„Nur dass es dieses Mal tatsächlich einer ist, den du nicht liebst und der dir schaden möchte, nicht, dieser Liebesunsinn von vor zehn Jahren.“

In seinem Augenwinkel sah Adam, wie Leos Kopf zu ihm ruckte und er grollte innerlich. Niemals hatte Leo es erfahren sollen, was damals geschehen war. Es war gut so gewesen, wie es war. Nein…war es nicht, sagte eine Stimme, die verdächtig nach Vincent klang. Es war nicht gut gewesen, denn Leo hatte ihn betrogen und hintergangen.

„Über Elias mit dir zu sprechen, macht mich wie immer froh und glücklich“, schnarrte er mit Hass in der Stimme, der seit zehn Jahren gährte. Elias war ein unschuldiger Mensch gewesen, ein junger Mann, der von einem BWL-Studium geträumt hatte. Adam hatte ihn wirklich geliebt und der Tag, an dem die Dreckssau ihm in seinem Beisein eine Kugel durch den Kopf gejagt hatte, war der Schlimmste seines Lebens gewesen.

Sich nie wieder zu verlieben, hatte er sich geschworen und doch kniete der Mann, dem er sich wieder und wieder genähert hatte, nun hilflos in dem Keller, in dem auch Elias unter Tränen und plötzlich ersterbenden Schreien gestorben war.

„Ich will wissen, was er dazu sagt“, deutete er mit Mühe ruhig auf Leo. Er musste es hören. Er musste wissen, ob Leo ihn tatsächlich verraten hatte. Er musste…er…konnte nicht…klar denken… er brauchte Zeit. Zeit für Leo.

Der Drang, Leo zu retten war ebenso stark wie die Wut darauf, hintergangen worden zu sein. Er wollte nicht sehen, wie die Dreckssau Leo eine Kugel durch den Kopf jagte. Er konnte das nicht akzeptieren. Er durfte nicht.

„Bitte. Lass dir von deinem Bückstück sagen, warum er die Notizen über dich angefertigt hat.“

Adam drehte sich zu Leo um und kam langsam auf ihn zu. Zeit schinden. Seine Wut in Schach halten. Die Wahrheit erfahren. Handeln.

Er hakte seine Finger unter den Stoffstreifen und zog ihn mit mehr Gewalt als nötig hinunter. Leo stöhnte vor Schmerz auf und Adam machte eine zweite Bestandaufnahme. Seine Lippe war aufgesprungen, seine Schläfe tatsächlich aufgeplatzt. Seine Augen mieden Adams immer noch.

„Sieh mich an“, befahl Adam leise und nur langsam erlaubte Leo ihm einen Einblick in die grünen Augen.

„Stimmt es?“, fragte er schlicht und Leos Schweigen, Leos verdammtes Schweigen, war Beweis genug. Er sah ihn an, nun offen und ehrlich, mit der sicheren Gewissheit, dass das, was sich in der Akte fand, ihn überführen würde.

Ihn, einen Polizisten. Saubere Beweiskette, hatte Adam zu Beginn ihrer Bekanntschaft höhnisch gesagt und nun konnte er es nur bitter wiederholen.

„Ja“, sagte Leo beinahe unhörbar.

„Hast du die Unterlagen zusammengetragen?“

„Ja.“

„In welcher Absicht?“

„Das Syndikat zu vernichten.“

Da hatte er seine Wahrheit. Die schlichte, schlimme, dunkle Wahrheit.

Hast du deswegen mit mir geschlafen?, stand in Adams Augen, doch er veräußerte die Frage nicht. Er wollte die Antwort darauf nicht vor seinem Alten haben. Sie war zu…intim. Zu…emotional.

Adam wurde sich bewusst, dass er reagieren musste um der Dreckssau nicht noch mehr Grund zu liefern, Leo zu einem zweiten Elias zu machen. Er wurde sich bewusst, dass er mit Gewalt reagieren musste, denn das war, was der Alte wollte.

Er schlug Leo ins Gesicht, bevor er es sich anders überlegen konnte und sah betäubt zu, wie dessen Kopf zur Seite ruckte. Sein schmerzhaftes Aufstöhnen hallte durch den sonst stillen Keller und Adams Hand brannte von dem Schlag. Am Liebsten hätte er sie solang gegen eine der Wände geschlagen, bis sie blutete.

„Ich kümmere mich um ihn“, sagte Adam mit einem Blick über die Schulter zur Dreckssau, doch der alte Man lächelte nur.

„Oh ja, das wirst du.“ Er kam zu ihm und streckte Adam seine Waffe entgegen. Adam starrte sie an als wäre sie Gift, seine Hände wie festgefroren an seinen Seiten.

Nein. Nein. Das würde er nicht tun. Nein.

Adams Augen irrten zu Vincent, der kreidebleich neben Boris stand. Geh da weg, er ist gefährlich, wollte Adam sagen, doch ihm fehlten die Worte.

Die Hand der Dreckssau auf seiner Wange schreckte ihn hoch. „Mit Elias habe ich dir einen Gefallen getan“, sagte er kalt. „Ich habe dir deine fehlgeleiteten Gefühle ausgetrieben. Und nun bist du dran. Du wirst diesen Bullen töten. Du wirst ihm eine Kugel durch den Kopf jagen für den Verrat, den er an dir begangen hat. Du wirst dich rächen.“

Das Arschloch drückte ihm die Waffe in die Hand. „Mach schon, du Versager! Richte ihn für den Verrat, den er an dir begangen hat! Besinne dich auf die Familie und die Werte, die ich dir gegeben habe!“

Adams Finger schlossen sich um die Waffe und seine Augen kehrten zurück zu Leo. Leo, der nicht wie Elias flehte, der nicht schrie und bettelte. Er weinte nicht. Er erwiderte Adams Blick und in seinem Gesicht stand Resignation vor dem Unausweichlichen. Es stand Angst in seinen Augen vor dem Kommenden und die Gewissheit, dass er eben Jenes nicht aufhalten konnte. Wenn Adam genauer hinsah, erkannte er auch die Bitte um Hilfe.

„Ich will es auf meine Art machen“, leistete Adam noch einmal den Versuch eines Widerstandes und sein Vater umfasste sein Kinn, bohrte seine Fingernägel in die Haut dort.

„Deine Art, mein Sohn, war schon immer unnatürlich, ekelhaft und verweichlicht, gerade gut genug, um dich um die scheiß Bullen und die Staatsanwaltschaft zu kümmern. Und nun hör auf zu quatschen und mach oder Boris wird sich um deinen weibischen Berater und ich mich um deine Polizistenhure kümmern.“

Adam erstarrte in all seinem Sein. Er hatte es geahnt. Er hatte alles davon instinktiv gewusst und es nun zu hören war…

Er wollte Leo nicht töten, trotz des Verrats. Er wollte nicht, dass Vincent starb. Er wollte…das alles nicht mehr. Er wollte das Richtige wählen.

Er…

Was er wollte, war in den nächsten Sekunden egal, als die Welt um sie herum mit lautem Getöse und Nebengranaten explodierte. Schreie gellten in seinen Ohren und es lösten sich Schüsse. Ihm wurde die Waffe entrissen und er wurde zu Boden gepresst, mit Gewalt dort gehalten und jemand brach ihm das Rückgrat, zumindest fühlte es sich so an. Dann wurde es dunkel, weil ihm jemand eine Kapuze über den Kopf zog und seine Hände in einem schmerzhaften Winkel auf seinen Rücken zog. Ihm wurden Kabelbinder angelegt und er wurde brutal hochgezogen, aus dem Keller seines Vaters heraus. Er stolperte mehrfach, hatte jedoch keine Chance zu fallen, als da immer brutale Hände waren, die ihn aufrecht hielten.

Adam war zu perplex, zu erleichtert um sich dagegen zu wehren. Wenn er richtig verstanden hatte, war es das SEK, das gekommen war um ihn vor der Entscheidung zu retten, Leo oder Vincent oder beide umzubringen. Daran hielt sich Adam fest, während er herausgeschleift und mit grober Gewalt in einen der Transportbusse gezerrt wurde. Es war vorbei. Leo…er war gerettet, oder? Oder? Der Schuss hatte doch nicht ihm gegolten? Oder Vincent, vielleicht war er…?

Aus der Erleichterung wurde in Sekundenbruchteilen bittere Angst und Adam kannte die Abläufe der Polizei gut genug um zu wissen, dass er erst in Stunden überhaupt die Möglichkeit erhalten würde, diese Fragen zu stellen. Ob er eine Antwort darauf erhalten würde…fraglich.

#writer's ask game #Anatomie einer Erpressung #Tatort Saarbrücken #♥️#wenn jemand noch eine Szene von Adam mit Handschellen gefesselt im Verhörraum haben möchte...ich hab da noch was XD

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