#to me he sounds callous- if that's the right word. he just didn't seem to care about what happened to predstrogen prior to her being banned

[juniperleafdelivery]

[floralembarrassment]

Let's see it (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was sitting surrounded by his family and friends, everyone warm and bubbly and happy. The sounds weren't too loud but the house was filled with laughter. The energy was palpable but Regulus didn't feel anything but a wonderful sense of home.

As he sat, his body remembered for him a time where he was sitting in a similar position, at a similar time, but any celebrations were clouded by disappointment and expectations so high he would waste away before he could ever meet them. A house that was so cold and callous, and the sounds were either deafening silence or screams. The fear that ruled over him in this memory crept up and up and up, until he was chocking on it.

And then he breathed. Closing his eyes he took two more steadying breaths. He opened them and looked around, taking in his present time. And then little hands were pulling at his shirt. Regulus looked down, a small smile turning up his lips.

"Papa are you okay?" Harry said with a tiny voice.

Regulus leaned down to pick his son up, already too intuitive for his own good. But Regulus held him tight and mused his messy hair, "oui mon beau, I'm okay."

"Were you remembering?" Harry asked. Regulus was proud that his son said that word finally without a stutter. It was the explanation James had given to Harry as sometimes Regulus gets pulled into a memory, and his whole body seems to return, and he often goes quite still.

"Yes darling, I was." Regulus said. "I'm okay, because I get to open my eyes and see all this love around me," he reassured. And he watched as Harry's eyes followed as he pointed around the full room. Together, they caught James watching them, and when caught decided to walk over.

"Alright?" James said crouching down and wrapping both of them in a hug.

"Yeah dad we are just looking at love, right Papa?" Harry said and then looked up at Regulus, who nodded in confirmation.

"Ahhh I see. Well there's lots to look at isn't there?" James chuckled.

Regulus leaned over to kiss James' cheek, "yes, yes there is."

[serioussali]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi x Reader (Practice post)

As Mayuri's dismissive body language and irritated tone filled the room, you couldn't help but feel your anger rise. "Care to explain why you're standing here with that idiotic expression? I don't have time for your antics nor your hormonal disputes," he spoke with a sneer.

You tried to hold back your tears as you explained the effort you had put into gathering materials for Mayuri's research, hoping to impress him. However, he ridiculed your efforts and dismissed your gift as useless.

"I am reasonably upset, Mayuri! Why did you embarrass me like that? I got something for you and thought it would make you ecstatic! I spent years gathering the material!" you pleaded, trying to make him understand your intentions.

Mayuri's scowl deepened as he moved closer to you, making you feel small and vulnerable. "And? I was giving you my honest thoughts, even though your attempts at gifting me such a useless specimen was insulting. I still can't believe it's taking you so much willpower to understand this," he retorted. Feeling defeated, you turned away from him and stormed out of the lab, keeping your promise to avoid him. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you thought bitterly about Mayuri's cruel words.

You found yourself alone in the forest with nothing but a bottle of sake and your own lonely thoughts. The silence was deafening as you drank the alcohol in large swallows, staring up at the glittering stars above. The tears came and went in waves, leaving you feeling drained and hollow inside. You muttered to yourself, berating your own weakness.

"I'm stupid," you whispered to the empty air. "So inferior with my stupid emotions."

It had been weeks since your argument with Mayuri, and he hadn't even bothered to seek you out once. It stung, but you realized that he was right about you being insignificant, just like he had said countless times before. It was hard to comprehend just how much you had put up with for his sake. You had always been patient with him and held him in genuine affection, but now it was all over.

You sighed and placed the drink down, hugging your knees tightly to your chest. The only sound was the rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a cricket. You gazed up at the stars, wondering what your life would have been like if you had behaved differently. Maybe the gift had been a stupid idea after all.

I watched as the stars in the sky started to sway, almost as if they were dancing. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that I couldn't take my eyes off of. As the alcohol I had been drinking finally hit me, I started to feel a sense of ease wash over me. It was a strange feeling, being so upset yet feeling so relaxed at the same time.

But then again, it was always difficult to mourn a relationship that was kept strictly private. It was as if it didn't even exist outside of the two of us. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the thought, imagining how Mayuri would instantly flip a switch and show no interest in me when someone came around. It was almost comical.

But then the reality of the situation hit me. Was I really that bad? That dim-witted? To have fallen for someone who didn't even want to acknowledge our relationship? I couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt and frustration in my chest. It was a feeling that had been there for weeks now, and it didn't seem to be going away anytime soon.

As I thought back on my relationship with Mayuri, I couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle. I had known from the beginning that he was a callous and unemotional person, yet I still pursued a relationship with him. I was fully aware that I was signing up for heartbreak, yet I couldn't resist the pull I felt towards him.

Now that it was over, I was left with nothing but regrets and self-blame. I couldn't help but wonder if I was the one at fault for falling in love with a man like him, who was notorious for devoting his entire being to his scientific pursuits. Perhaps it was foolish of me to expect anything more from someone like him.

Mayuri was annoyed that she had the nerve to question him like that. He was a respected captain, a brilliant scientist, and yet she dared to challenge him. He had made it clear that he didn't have time for trivial matters like her emotions, but now she was gone and he found himself wondering if he had been too harsh.

He would try to focus on his work, but his thoughts kept drifting back to her. He wondered how she was doing, where she was, and if she was thinking about him too. Part of him wanted to reach out to her. But another part of him couldn't bring himself to do it. He was too proud to admit his mistakes.

As the days passed, Mayuri found himself becoming increasingly restless. He couldn't concentrate on his experiments, and his subordinates noticed that he seemed more irritable than usual. He tried to push his feelings aside and focus on his work, but it was like a nagging voice in the back of his mind that wouldn't go away.

Mayuri was in his laboratory, focused on his work as usual. He had been keeping himself busy ever since she left, not wanting to dwell on the fact that he might actually miss her. But as he worked, he found his mind wandering to thoughts of her. He felt a strange emptiness within him that he couldn't quite explain.

As he was about to run an experiment, he heard one of his subordinates mention her name in passing. The mention of her name sent a jolt of anger through him and he snapped at the subordinate. "Don't mention her name in my presence again," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

His subordinate, taken aback by Mayuri's outburst, quickly retreated from the room. Mayuri continued to work, but he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that was slowly consuming him. He tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept wandering to thoughts of her.

As the days passed, he found himself growing more and more frustrated. He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. He had always been a solitary person, never needing anyone else in his life. But now, he found himself missing her presence, missing the sound of her voice and the way she made him feel.

It was a new sensation for him, and he didn't like it. He was angry at himself for feeling this way, angry at her for making him feel this way, and angry at the world for being so cruel. But despite his anger, he couldn't deny that he missed her terribly.

He tried to bury himself in his work, but it was no use. The emptiness within him only grew stronger with each passing day. He knew he had to find a way to deal with these new feelings, but he had no idea where to start. All he knew was that he missed her, and that he was angry and upset that he did.

Mayuri was growing increasingly frustrated with the absence of his secret lover. He had tried to dismiss her from his mind, but something kept pulling at him, urging him to seek her out. Unable to resist any longer, he decided to track down her spiritual pressure.

As he made his way through the dense forest, his irritation grew. Why did she have to make things so difficult? But despite his annoyance, there was a small part of him that couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that she was still alive.

Finally, he spotted her silhouette in the distance. She was sitting alone, hugging her knees, with an empty bottle of sake by her side.

 Mayuri's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, and he was suddenly filled with a mix of emotions that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He approached her quietly, not wanting to startle her. As he got closer, he could see the tear stains on her face, and his heart sank. He had never been good at comforting others, but seeing her in such a vulnerable state made him feel a strange sense of protectiveness.

"Hello," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I've been looking for you."

She looked up at him, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, both unsure of what to say. Then, Mayuri spoke again, his tone becoming slightly more assertive. "You can't keep running away from me like this. We need to talk."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anger bubbling up inside of him. He had grown tired of her evasiveness, and he was determined to get to the bottom of whatever was troubling her. But as he looked into her eyes, he could see the pain and vulnerability that he had caused her. He softened slightly, realizing that he may have been too harsh in the past. 

‘’ You told me to stay out of your sight.. I was just abiding by your rules so I don’t see that as running away ‘’ You spoke slowly as you tried to not feel overwhelmed from his presence .. you thought the gift situation bothered you but as time passed you realized it was  how he treated you. Maybe you finally grew tired of the insults and lash outs he would dish out towards you.

Mayuri carefully analyzed the woman's expression that clearly displayed frustration from his words.. His eyes narrowed as he loomed over the women with a scowl on his face.. his paint would have creased even more if she furthered her speech about leaving him.. “ You think you can easily just leave? I’d easily transfer you since your wretched emotions are nothing but a nuisance! but since I made so much accommodations for you, I will not have that thrown to waste.. “ His large figure towered over the women as his eyes twitched from agitation.. “ Your modifications belong to me and now that they are apart of you.. well then I’ll gladly take them back, leaving you in a pitiful state that you came to me in the first place “ 

“ . . . “ You felt yourself trembling from his intimidation as you struggled to find the words and it made you wonder if you could truly leave him. He was very adamant on keeping you by his side.. but you felt the need to finally stand up for yourself.. “ I.. don’t care “ 

You spoke defiantly with a newfound confidence but it was quickly shattered as his eyes glinted with.. a familiar stare that you knew personally. You stumbled back from him as his silence worried you.. you were watching his actions carefully as his hand slipped into his pocket “ Oh~? Is that so? Then let me show you why you should care '' His voice was chilling as his eyes widened with glee.. he pressed some sort of device that made you gasp.. You fell to your knees as your modifications vibrated on your cunt. “ W-What? “ You mumbled as your thighs began to tremble from the vibration.. you could only stare up at Mayuri with a helpless pleasured expression as you parted your lips.. His eyes were glinting with a knowing smile as he watched you writhe on the ground.. you couldn’t believe that he added this sort of function to your modifications! “ M-Mayuri '' You whimpered as you crossed your legs and tried to keep some sort of dignity.

‘’ I have done my research.. Multiple times on your body ‘’ Mayuri spoke slowly with a grin on his lips as he walked forward and knelt down to meet your eye level ‘’ I know you better than anyone else.. I will exploit it to the fullest  and show you why you mustn’t be so open to your superiors ‘’  He chuckled as his anger returned ‘’ You are one messed up harlot that continues to manifest in such inconvenient times like this. ‘’ He growled lowly.

Mayuri knew himself that he couldn’t toss you aside so easily but he deemed you worth the trouble as his hands reached lower to grasp your chin.. His golden eyes narrowed with his own lust emitting in his gaze ‘’ Now don’t give me anymore of your pathetic excuses Women.. The moment you decided to openly pursue me sealed your fate ‘’ His voice was cold yet.. So arousing.. You thought as you stared up at him with a glazed over stare. 

You wanted independence from your obsession but with him always around.. You were no better off and it thrilled you on how much control Mayuri could take and give on the whim.

You didn’t know how to respond as your face was flushed heavily and you could only whimper softly. . he was right.

[char-chats]

Confession

CW: S3xua1 themes, alc0h0l beverages and th!gh gr1nd1ng

You had a crush on Aki and it was a pretty big one at that, you admired everything about him from his determination to his coldness. Not to mention he was your best friend you first met him when you came to work for Makima as your first mission was done with him and ever since then you two have grown your relationship together and bonded . Sure you've had crushes before but this one was different. It seemed like everything he did made you have butterflies in your stomach and cheeks turn red. From the way he spoke so soft and kindly towards you to the way you felt his warm callous hand on you when he touched you. You kept telling yourself that 'I'll get over this small crush' or 'Im just over thinking things!’ Yeah none of those excuses worked. It didn't help that Makima kept putting you two to work together for mission, it felt like she was doing this on purpose. And this occasion was no different Makima put you and Aki together, "you and Aki will be working together for this mission for this devil, this one will be easy and the last one for the day.." she said in her normal blunt tone as she handed you and Aki a file about the Devil you two were up against. Just hearing those words made your heart race and those same stupid butterflies in your stomach come back once again like they often did. Without any objections from the either of you, you headed off to complete your mission safely and quickly... An hour or two later and you both were out of breath, sweating and trudging back to the car out of exhaustion. You breath a sigh of relief as you sit in the car seat as Aki starts the car up and begins to drive off. "So tired" you say as you look out the window, "yeah me too.. Just wanna go home" Aki mumbles as he stares straight ahead at the road, it was getting pretty late. You both continue to make small conversation about what happened and things that happened throughout the busy day. Eventually Aki pulls up to your apartment as he always does after every work day. You give him a soft tired smile as you thank him "thanks Aki as always..." You then step out the car as you grab your satchel you "no problem" he says in a happy but tired tone. You could already feel your cheeks burning up from how he looks so cute. You look away as Aki continues to speak "text me if you need anything [Name]" you nod gripping the strap of your satchel out of nervousness not really hiding your blush as it was now dark out and he couldn't see you thankfully "yeah g-get home safe" and with a thank you from Aki he drives off back to his place. You quickly turned and opened the door and pressed the button to the elevator ' I'm so stupid, why did I stutter? I hope he didn't notice ' you think to yourself as you step in the elevator, sighing... As you open the door to your apartment you toss your satchel off to the side, loosening your tie and taking off as well as tossing your blazer and pants off Into a random spot on the floor. This leaves you in your bra, underwear, socks half unbuttoned up uniform shirt and loose tie. You trudge to your kitchen, open the refrigerator and take out a twelve pack of an alcoholic beverage. You sigh as you take the pack and place it on the coffee table and plop yourself on the sofa opening yourself a can and taking a sip, a nice way to unwind from a tiring day, right?...

You're startled awake by the sound of loud knocking at your front door. You're laying on the sofa on your side your arm hanging off the edge of the cushion and there's even slight drool at the corner of your mouth. Your don't even remember falling asleep the TV was even on playing some random show. You slowly get up taking in your surroundings it was dark out and there was many empty alcohol cans all over the coffee table not to mention the huge headache you have. Your thoughts were interrupted by and another loud set of knocking at your door. "Going!” you shout grogily as your wobble to the door and open the door, you felt your heart skip a beat as you see Aki standing in front of you holding a plastic bag with some food and bottles of water. " A-Aki?! What are you doing here?!” you say in embarrassment as your cheeks are now bright pink. Aki takes a good look at you taking note of how your appearance is blushing and turning his head away as he notices that your button up shirt is open and you're in underwear with messy hair. "Y-You texted me random things about how you miss me.. And just babbling nonsense.." You stand there dumbfounded "I.. Uh i-" but Aki cuts you off "but considering the strong alcohol smell that's coming from you and your texts I'm guessing you're drunk" Aki explains as you let him and locks the door behind him, turns on the lights. He then sets the plastic bag down on the coffee table, and sits on the sofa. You follow along as you sit beside him your cheeks red from embarrassment as you up button up your shirt and stare up at the TV so you don't have to make eye contact with Aki. He sighs as he takes the water bottle out of the bag and hands it to you still looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. You take it from him and start to drink it sobering up quickly from the tension in the room and the little nap you unintentionally had. "Sorry.." you mumbled looking down at your exposed thighs. Aki then gets up and starts to clean up the empty cans "it's fine you just... Worried me for a second.." He mutters. 'He looks so cute.. Fuck it.' You lightly grip the sofa cushions out of nervousness, Akis back was turned to you and the words seemed to just spill out, like it was natural to say. "I like you Aki."

Aki stops what he's doing and it felt like an eternity of silence the he responded sounding a little upset "... Your just drunk stop saying those things..", "no I'm not Aki..". To be fair you were telling the truth, you've sobered up at this point from the water and sleeping it off. You stood up and grabbed Akis wrist to turn him around. "[Name] what are yo-” you cut him off but by cupping his face in your hands and pressing your lips onto his soft ones. He was surprised, his eyes widened, he can faintly taste the alcohol on your breath. Aki slowly closes his eyes as he begins to melt into the kiss. You pull back out of breath as you begin to whisper, your face inches away from his. "I like you.. No I love you.. I liked your from the first day, I admire everything about you i-its just.." Your voice began to shake and crack from the fear of him rejecting you. Did you just fuck up your friendship by kissing him right now? Does he hate you now? Did you really just throw away years of friendship just for a kiss? "Your a really great person... You don't have to accept me but if you want to remain friends we can, but you don't because you can't see me the same w-way or beca-” your sentence was cut off with Aki cupping your face and pulling you in for another passionate kiss. " I like you too.. I love you" Aki whispered in between kisses. Your hands slipped around his waist as you could feel your face heat up, this has to be a dream?...

Next thing you know your straddling Akis right thigh grinding your needy wet pussy on it as Aki means back on the couch his callous hands on your waist as he watches you needily grind yourself on him. It was beautiful sight to see he's always fantasized about this..about you, this makes him get an erection grow in his pants. "You look so pretty grinding yourself on me" he says in a lustful tone. You place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself moans spilling out your mouth "A-Aki~". You started to rub faster making Akis boner grow even more "s-shit [name] such a slut for me aren't you" Aki groaned out. Suddenly Aki grips your hips making you stop. "Stop don't cum yet" he says in a stern demanding tone, he slowly undoes his belt and zipper finally letting his hard cock pop out, to be quite honest he was big but not too big about 5.8 inches. He stroked himself slowly pre-cum slipping out and dripping down onto his pants.

You blush seeing how excited he was "don't stare at it, it's embarrassing" Aki said in a embarrassed tone mumbling that last part. He looked so cute cute all blushy, you began to kiss his cock softly up and down. This makes Aki let out soft whimpers as he gently places his hand on your head. You continued to teased him kissing his cock ever so softly, your warm wet lips pressing against his hard cock even rubbing your thumb over the head smearing the pre cum slightly. Aki let out shakey breaths "Come on~ stop teasing me" he whined. You couldn't help but to give in since he looked so cute. You got up and straddle over him, your wet pussy hovering over his cock and slowly lowering yourself down on him. You felt Akis warm hands on your hips "yeah just like that baby~ good girl~" you gripped onto his shoulders as you felt your cheeks warm up as he continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Soon enough you were sitting on his cock. You started to bounce slowly up and down on his cock. You couldn't help but to let moans and heavy breaths fall from your mouth "ngh~ f-fuck" as you ride his cock, Aki unbuttons your shirt exposing your tits. As your bounce up and down Aki massages your tits "such pretty tits" he mumbles as he even pulls you closer kissing your chest softly. He couldn't take it anymore you just looked like such a slut thrusting yourself down on his cock while letting out such lustful moans. You're just as pretty as he imagined. He couldn't hold himself back... His hands moved back to your waist and gripped your hips harshly and began to thrust up inside you hitting that sweet spot, making you let out a loud surprised gasp along with you digging your nails into his shoulders. Wet noises and moans filled the room "ah! f-fuck! Aki~" you moaned out with hot tears running down your cheeks as your head tilted back in pure pleasure.

Aki grunted as he felt your walls tighten "fuck, you're doing so good~" Aki moaned as he kept thrusting up into you. You felt as if you were at a breaking point the pleasure was too much and you were going to cum soon and Aki knew that. "C-come on cum for me [Name]~ be a good girl and do that for me" He praised he slightly whined out. All you could do was nod your head with tears down your face and moans spilling out . And with one good last deep thrust up, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over as you as warm thick cum filled you. You let out a loud moan throwing your head back "Aki!~" . Your legs were shaking as your juices were running down your legs and his cock even getting some on his pants. As for Aki he let out a grunt even a few moans as he felt your walls squeeze his cock as he came deep inside you... You lay against him your bare chest pressed against his as you both try to catch your breaths. He didn't pull out he loved how you felt so warm around him. "Are you okay?" He asked still a little out of breath, you pulled yourself back to face him as you noded "yeah I'm fine just my hips hurt a little" you chuckled. Aki then cupped your face and pulled you in for a soft loving kiss "I'm sorry" he whispered softly against your lips making you blush. This was only the first of many rounds..

[okadaizoirl]

self-indulgent one-off under the cut

no smut (yet), literally just self-insert interviewing to be saul's PA lmao

"Alright, prior experience?"

"Unpaid. Intern, PA, whatever, but I didn't see a dime."

"So I don't have to pay you?"

Cold, grey pools behind circular lenses narrowed in disapproval at the man behind the desk. Synonymous in the eyes of the public only with the words 'kitschy' and 'hoaky', this guy seemed like the best choice for an easy job with decent pay-- Or so Alex thought. As he stared at his prospective boss, Saul Goodman, he was finally met with a belly laugh to kill that deafening silence.

"That's a joke! Just a joke, lighten up a bit."

Sighing, Alex still didn't seem so much amused as much relieved that he didn't have to get out of his chair to walk out. Instead, his hands stayed resting on the cheap plastic arms of his seat as he finally spoke up once more.

"Yeah, well, that's my experience. Everything else is on the resume."

"I can see that," Saul mutters in response, looking over the papers handed to him just moments before. "Let's see... Retail experience--" He looked up briefly to give Alex a look-over-- "Yeah, I'd figure. Fast food, same deal. Unpaid PA! There it is, looks like you only recently stopped."

All the while, as Alex slumped back in his chair, one thought kept burning hot in his mind: This guy loves the sound of his own voice, huh? But he wasn't going to stop him anytime soon, he could tell it'd just be an uphill battle. At least the jokes, pointed as they were, brought an air of levity to an otherwise stuffy affair. The timbre and rasp to his tone felt like worn sandpaper, something scratchy under a smooth, callous-free fingertip--

"Alex? Helloooo? Earth to Alex?"

Oh, holy shit, he'd forgotten what he was doing. With a quick sniff, readjusting in his seat, his head tilted back just so as his brows raised. "Hm?"

"Did you even hear me? I asked who you were a PA to."

Yes, that's right. He was interviewing. Yeah.

"Um-- It was mainly for family. Hence, unpaid, y'know?"

There was a pause-- Short, yet uncomfortable. It was cut off at last by Saul shrugging his shoulders, looking back at that paper. "Haven't we all been," he quips, just a bit too loud to be under his breath.

"And... Music. What, were you in a band, thought it'd be a good idea to put on your resume?" Alex rolled his eyes as he reclined in his chair, arms falling into his lap. Great. He forgot to delete that bit.

"Look-- I left it in on accident, that's all."

But, of course, that wouldn't be enough to shut Saul up. "Accident? Says here you've done it for what looks like half your life." His fingertip laid just beneath the years listed, still so amused with what he found-- But Alex certainly had had enough of this.

"Just ignore it, okay? Let's move on. You have to have other questions."

Perhaps he was imagining things, but he could almost swear to seeing a glimmer in Saul's eyes as they finally locked back onto him.

"Right, of course. There's this, for starters-- Just some documents talking about a little something called confidentiality." As he spoke, weathered yet dexterous fingers flitted through some files in a drawer to procure the documents in question.

"Since you're working in a law firm, you're going to be overhearing a lot of stuff you can't repeat, got it? That's basically all that's saying, there. If you hear anything, just don't say anything about it to anybody. Except me. And I can't tell you anything you didn't overhear..."

There he went again, rambling on. As he spoke, Alex scanned over the document: Sandwiched between paragraphs of legalese was a bullet-point list detailing more or less what was being loosely described aloud-- So it looked good enough to sign. Saul wasn't even finished speaking, and here he was, reaching for a pen already.

He certainly took notice of it.

"--Whoa, wait, you're already gonna sign it?" Alex just glanced up at him over the rims of his glasses, taking in the incredulous look on that usually so-smug face. Sure, something in the back of his mind now screamed the word 'risk', but even so-- He just gave Saul an assured grin.

"Hey, I can read, y'know. And I read faster than I hear." His pen glided across the paper with only the gentle scratching sound of its nub echoing through the office. With a flourish, the forms were handed back, leaving Saul dumbstruck.

He didn't think it'd be that easy.

Even so, Alex remained blissfully unaware, eager to keep an open mind in exchange for a fat wallet. He looked up at Saul expectantly, hands open as he gives a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"So? When do I start?"

"...Tomorrow," Saul mumbled, looking over every fine detail Alex missed. "You start tomorrow after we, uhh... Process your background check. Alright? It's just a formality."

Alex gave a nod as he stood from his seat, offering his hand to shake. "Right. What time, then? I'll probably even show up 15 minutes early."

"Uh-- 9:30," Saul answered absentmindedly, "In the morning. If I'm not there, wait until I get there, alright?"

"Yep," Alex called back, already walking for the door. As he reached for the handle, Saul's eyes trailed down as a concerning thought crossed his mind:

He's got one nice ass.

Saul caught himself-- He just meant a nice ass for a man, right? Surely. Once he saw Alex walking back to his car, he dug around in his suit pocket for his cell phone, hitting one of his speed-dial buttons and putting it up to his ear.

"...Mike! Heyyyy, yeah, it's about the PA job. We got an applicant. Look up what you can about a, uhh... Alexei Lobelia, would you? And if I'm right about that last name being fake, get his real one for his tax forms. Oh, and, uh... Humor me, see if he has any history in music. ... No, it's not important, I just wanna know, okay? Just-- Can you do this for me?... Fine. Alright. I'll wire it to you ahead of time if you're so insistent, I just need it by 8:30 tomorrow morning. ... No, 9 at the latest!..."

As Alex turned the key in his car's ignition, Mike Ehrmantraut snapped his phone shut.

[dxy-drxxm]

⭐ | COMMISSION II : Scammed By A Fortune Teller

"Are you sure you're going to take that, Navina? It's not like he's to be trusted—"

"For the last time, Kuni, it'll be fine," Navina cut him off, glaring at the blue clad wanderer. "I've got this. After all, it's not the first time I have to deal with people."

"Hmph, and it won't be your last, that's for sure," he muttered, earning a sigh and a look of disapproval from his partner. "Alright, fine— but if they start calling us a sham like that fortuneteller he mentioned, we'll be in trouble."

... right, like they'd ever deal with that. Well, maybe now, they have to— after all, Kunimitsu was not one to hold his tongue very well against strangers.

Turning back around, the duo saw the person that needed a consultation, and from the exasperated look in his face, they knew it was going to be a long, long day.

"Good morning, sir," Navina said, putting on their usual smile as they approached the man. Raising their hand, they placed it on their chest and bowed, speaking, "I'm Navina— I've seen your commission on board and decided to help you out on your dilemma. Oh, and this is my partner, Kunimitsu."

Kunimitsu simply tilted his hat, his eyes narrowing a bit, but he did say a hello. Although, knowing him, it sounded less genuine than they'd like.

"... I apologize for his behavior, he can be quite callous," they sighed, gesturing for him to follow them to someplace where they can speak more comfortably. "Say, let's go to a cafe. I'm sure we can talk there and you can explain to me the issues about your job."

Well, it wasn't long for Navina to figure out the root of the problem.

The individual they're currently consulting with was talking about the problem with their current job. Yes, it offered good pay for their living expenses, but it seemed that working there wasn't much of his benefit. To them, it sounded less beneficial.

However, going to a new job was another thing entirely— he mentioned that he enjoyed the work, but the pay was less than he had thought. Because of it, it didn't seem to work in his favor if he moved now.

So, that's why he moved to consult to a fortune teller...

"—and like I tell you, she was a fraud! She said that it would be great to go to that new job, but in order to find out more, I have to pay her an additional fee!"

Navina kept a straight face as they heard their client complain about the fees and how unfair it was. Although they were used to it due to their experience, Kunimitsu was a man with little regard to his patience.

And after a while, he silence the client and offered his own two cents on the situation.

"Look," he began, already growing annoyed with the situation at hand. "If you're gonna start complaining about the fortune teller and how you need an astrologer to find out if what you'll do is right or not, guess what? Fate will just change, and your choice won't even matter if you think it's right or wrong."

The client seemed offended, and Navina wanted to butt in to apologize, but Kunimitsu simply continued with a sneer.

"What matters more here is if you really want it. What are we going to do? All we can do is offer you advice and what we think, and although my lover would say something nice, I won't."

Pausing, the puppet concludes, "To be completely honest, do whatever it is that matters to you. You'd be a complete moron to go after an astrologer or some sham of a fortune teller if you're just going to ignore what they'll tell you. Just do whatever that you want, but be prepared of the consequences if you do it. That's our only advice."

...

Navina could tell the silence was deafening. They placed a gloved hand on their temple, knowing that Kunimitsu has taken it too far with his sharp tongue.

"I'm so, so sorry, sir," they apologized, a frown resting on their face. "Please don't take his words to heart, he really doesn't—"

"... It's fine," the client answers, sighing. "As much as I'd be happy to know you two are astrologers, having someone to knock reality is... Good enough, I guess."

... oh, dear. I fear we won't be getting paid for this.

"I see... Well, if anything happens, you're free to contact us. We'd love to help you in any way we possibly could!"

Alas, it fell on deaf ears as the client stood up to leave without offering a goodbye.

"Kuni... You're a lot more harsh with him. He just wanted someone to help him decide whether to go for the job or to stay in the same one he's in," Navina said, sighing as they watched him turn to face them.

"And? I don't see the point of waiting to choose for either," he rebutted, making them smile nervously.

"Well, what if the don't want to switch jobs? We'd probably be paid less because of what you said to them, you know."

"Hmph," he scowled, shaking his head. "We got more commissions to take in, so I doubt that'll be a concern for us."

Well, mostly for him, anyway.

"... Right," they muttered, walking to his side to pat his shoulder. "Well, whatever— let's just not screw up the next commission, okay?"

"Not if you do it first, loser."

"Hey!"

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I hated the whole “Jon doesn’t forgive Sansa” thing because if what we’re led to believe is true, that Jon bent the knee because he fell in love with Dany, his betrayal was greater and then he lied to Sansa and his people.

However, if PolJon was the plan (even if ultimately it went unconfirmed) it makes a lot of sense that Jon was hurt that Sansa questioned why he bent the knee in 8x01 and that’s why he didn’t offer a verbal explanation. He didn’t know how to explain his behavior to someone who thought that badly of him since it sounds like a very callous thing to do. Then, Sansa breaking her word would seem like such a betrayal, because he had the situation handled and he was working to keep Dany stable and the info about him getting out contributed in a big way to Dany going nuclear. So, not only did he have to kill Dany to protect Sansa, Sansa’s actions are part of what got Dany into the headspace to do such a thing (burning KL) which is part of why Jon had to kill her.

The idea that Jon fell in love and gave away her freedom and then fucked this conqueror/invader and was mad at Sansa makes him sound like such an ass, but if the idea is that he listened to Sansa’s advice and she distrusted him and then she betrayed him….sure, of course he’d be upset and have a hard time forgiving her.

I guess I shouldn’t ignore D&D’s anti Sansa thing, but honestly, the second option makes sense of a lot of their season eight interactions. It makes sense of their s6-8 relationship in that, the problem isn’t that the other isn’t worthy of their trust, but that their own issues, their own fear of rejection, prevents them from being totally honest about how underhanded they each are willing to be to protect each other and the North.

I feel like that makes sense of why Jon is tormented too. I don’t buy that Jon would be that tormented after killing someone who burned hundreds of thousands of people alive and didn’t care. I do buy that he felt awful he led this woman to believe he cared and that his people would accept her when neither was true and then he not only misled her to get her help fighting the others, he killed her. Pol Jon just makes Jon’s choices and feelings make a lot more sense. Without it, he’s pretty awful in s8.

Hey, Anon! Sorry for the delay in my reply.

I hated it, too, tbh when I read that in the script that had been released. I was angry, thinking how dare he? When, like you said, he really put her at risk and betrayed her trust. And after he promised to protect her! Like I get that the NK was coming and he had to be dealt with but damn.

But after rewatching and rewatching and rewatching everything (and realizing we didn't really know what draft that script was), I have to say that pol!Jon was absolutely a thing. And you're right, it's the only thing that makes sense in the end. It's the only thing that justifies some of his choices tbh. The thing that D&D did in the end that really hurt Jon's incredible storyline was they didn't confirm it. They literally built up to this big reveal and then...poof, they changed it in the eleventh hour. I'm convinced this had to do with partially Emilia and the other part due to the public backlash the network knew they would get when Dany went full on dark. And since they already had Jon doing the stabby-stabby, imagine the full force of that backlash if it was revealed that he had been manipulating her this whole time. Which to me doesn't make sense given how we know how GRRM works and how this show set up all the clues along the way, that Jon's wildling arc would come back into play at some point, just like every other character's arcs. But I'm convinced this is why they backed off of pol!Jon. I also believe there were reshoots that were done, the throne room scene dialogue was changed up (though I think Emilia copped to that one iirc), there were rumors of possible network interference (not sure if they're substantiated though but I think when it came to Dany they absolutely had notes), and I firmly believe this is why Kit was not happy with how the whole thing went down. He was alright with Jon's ending but not the killing Dany part. But of course, none of us will ever know 100% until one of them talks. Instead, you just had D&D later on that year in a film festival stating that they had no idea what they were doing and them's the breaks pretty much.

But as much as I despise what D&D did for other characters such as Jaime and Cersei for example, I don't feel that they were complete idiots. I think their egos just got too massive and they wanted to hurry up and be done with the show, and move on to Star Wars (which they didn't even end up making, which is just ridiculous). So they basically threw in the towel and let bygones be bygones. I mean, look at what happened with 8x03, you can barely see anything until fire happens and even then... And then you had the lighting director defending what happened. Like, no dude, when you can't even make out the character's face due to how dark it is, never mind everything going on around them, that's too dark. You fucked up; own it. Even though allegedly Dan lost his shit when he saw the episode (and Dan was very attentive to the small details like David has said in the past so something this big naturally would have caused a near meltdown mode most likely so I believe the rumors), they have never gone back and fixed it for streaming. (I just rewatched it and it still looks like shit, well it would if I could see anything lol) And they wanted that episode to be the TV version of Helm's Deep? Yeah, okay, at least in LOTR we could see Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, the soldiers, and the orcs. So we knew who was fighting who. And they had rain mixed in! And you can't tell me that GoT didn't have enough of a budget when HBO revealed they were willing to throw tons of $ at D&D to continue the series past season 8, not to mention the budget they allocated for the dragons' CGI. And the night shoots, Miguel Sapochnik directing (who was responsible for some of the highest rated episodes of the series), the Helm's Deep reference the show kept going back to in the press, the deleted scenes of Ghost and other wolves fighting in the battle that was shot but never used, and you're telling me that HBO didn't give them enough of a budget? Come on.

So, I think when it came to the whole Dany dark turn vs pol!Jon thing, I think they also threw in the towel when it came to Jon. Which really hurt Jon's character and story. And then they decided to negate Dany's entire arc by giving into the throne room scene dialogue change. Such a shame. Because they had the opportunity to make history imho. But also because they ended up sacrificing the story to make either network execs or masses of Dany stans or both happy. And the editors made sure to put the scene of Jon walking past those Unsullied guards before the throne room scene - that man is on a mission and he's going to handle business (which gives creedence to what Emilia or whoever said about the change in the throne room dialogue). The darkness surrounding him, and then Jon melting/appearing from the dark while Dany looks at the IT. Not to mention the whole scene with Drogon where he lets Jon pass after he inspects him (though we don't get a closeup, because he's still keeping something hidden). It was all leading up to a reveal...that never happened. They literally followed the season 7 playbook with the Littlefinger/Starks reveal but this time didn't do a follow-through. Just sad.

I never heard of a D&D anti-Sansa thing? Can you elaborate? Because I have to be honest, I never got that vibe. I know they tried to portray some ridiculous power struggle between Jon and Sansa at some point (they were doing PR once again, since they were trying to contrast Jon/Sansa to the upcoming Jon/Dany power struggle most likely - I'm telling everyone, you can't trust the PR surrounding this show, at the time they were trying to get people invested (so expectations could be subverted) and keep people's interest so they would keep watching, just look at their push for the Jonerys romance when they knew how it would end all along, just sayin') but other than that I thought they were pretty indifferent to Sansa but not anti her. I know they also adored Sophie, almost as much as they loved Emilia. But I haven't heard anything past that.

I do think Jon is regretting his whole "kind" manipulation of Dany afterwards, but I also do think that he regretted killing her. Not because he loved her. Not because he didn't see her for what she was (and what she had just done). But because she was family and he did care about her somewhat, and he didn't want to kill a woman. I don't think they threw in his inability to kill Ygritte (one of the enemy) and Melisandre (someone who committed murder, burned a child alive) in there for no reason, especially when it all led up to Dany (one of the enemy, Dany said it herself in 7x03, and someone who just committed mass murder, burning several children alive). Especially, since it plays into why he makes the choice he does: to protect Sansa. Even in the table read video, we hear "He looks down at what he's done, terrible and necessary." (And we also hear "Standing before the Iron Throne, Dany kisses the man she loves. The perfect kiss" And never anywhere do we hear about Jon loving her or initiating the 'perfect kiss'. We only hear about his regret, his being upset that he had to do what he did) So I do believe he does regret killing her for the reasons I stated above but not because he was forgetful of what she had just done.

Well also, tbh, I think Dany was already going there before Sansa ever learned Jon's secret nevermind told it. I mean, Sansa was definitely one of the tipping points for her but it wasn't just the secret. Each moment Dany saw that Sansa was a respected ruler by the North added to it, as well as Sansa's refusal to "respect" her aka bend the knee. I know the show only verbalized the secret and Sansa's initial icy reception of Dany but everywhere else they showed Dany was jealous of Sansa, just not as jealous as she was of Jon's claim. Between her seeing Theon's (Iron Islands) coming to fight for Sansa/Winterfell, seeing Ser Royce (The Vale) listening to Sansa's instructions in the library, seeing Sansa making the same point she herself did about the food shortage to Tyrion (while unknowingly pointing out her mistake), and then seeing what happened in the Great Hall with Jaime, to me it wasn't a huge surprise that Dany snapped at her in 8x04 in the library when Sansa made the very valid point about the men needing more time to recuperate. Sansa and Jon were better rulers than Dany; they both got along with their people and worked together with them. (which really is no surprise to me given they're both Starks plus Tyrion's line of: "A good relationship between the Iron Throne and the North has been the core of every peaceful, prosperous reign we've ever known.")

I kindly and respectfully disagree, they didn't show Jon's reaction in 8x01 because they were keeping something about Jon hidden (i.e. pol!Jon). They also did this when Sansa and Arya found out who he really was. And you had David Nutter saying they didn't show their reaction because "the audience already knew that information" which still just makes me...grr. I know why he said it but that man is a veteran of some of the most well known TV shows over the years, he knows better. Wow, 3 years later and I still get a little pissed about that lol. But going back to the season 7 playbook with the Starks, if we look at it a bit closer, we can see it happening similarly in season 8.

Season 7: we never see a conversation (about Littlefinger) happening between the Starks (other than Littlefinger giving Bran the dagger), we see them reuniting and of course Arya's and Sansa's arguments (the cover story or surface arc, sister vs sister), but we never see them truly discussing anything below the surface. Arya mentions her list but she and Sansa never discuss what she went through. Sansa alludes to what she went through, but it's never discussed. The closest anyone came to acknowledging it is Bran saying what he said to her. That's it. So the focus for the Starks all season was the tension between Arya and Sansa which also tries to suggest this power struggle between Jon and Sansa in Jon's absence (since they tried to initially suggest it in the season premiere episode with that whole 'undermining' scene though they dissolved that tension between Jon and Sansa pretty quickly with their convo as well as Jon trusting the North to Sansa's very capable hands while he was away), Sansa sends Brienne away (the person who would intervene between the sisters should something happen between them), Sansa makes a heavy decision and has Arya brought to the Great Hall, and boom! Switcheroo, Littlefinger is executed instead, and it's revealed that the Starks were working together all along.

Season 8: we see conversations happening between the Starks that do involve Dany and why he really brought her to the North but we never get them discussing while he's still continuing to blindly support her cause even though he knows she's a tyrant - it is never vocalized or explicitly stated why Jon is acting so OOC, with the Starks, Sam, Davos, or even Tormund. We don't get to see Sansa and Arya's reaction to his parentage reveal, nor do we get to see a goodbye between Jon and Sansa or Sansa and Arya or Bran and Jon or Bran and Arya when Jon leaves to go South in 8x04. The only time we see Jon really react (meaning acting in character that's overt enough that the audience can see it) are: the moment in the Throne Room where he snaps at Dany, where he snaps at Tyrion before leaving the jail scene, and his expressions when Dany isn't looking (like on the steps, after she walks away). That's it. Before that, the only real Jon we saw was in 8x04, when he says goodbye to Sam, Gilly, Tormund, and Ghost. And throughout the season, that's the only time we see the real unguarded Jon appear anywhere if you think about it, with Tormund (when alone or thinking he's not being watched in 8x04), with Sam (before the big reveal), with Edd (again, when Dany and her retinue are not around), with Arya (when they're alone in 8x01), and with Sansa (again, 8x01). This theme continues all season, and then boom! Dany goes dark (showing herself to be the villain we all knew was coming, well most of us who were paying attention to the clues along the way I should say), it's pointed out to Jon that if Dany isn't stopped that Sansa is in danger, Jon goes to the Throne Room to try to reason with Dany one last time, and when he can't, Jon has to make the heavy decision to kill her.

It's very similar and the proof is in the pudding. The show just refuses to give explicit confirmation, which to me, is very telling that it's possibly due to the network that his arc went poof! and not due to D&D or Emilia. Dany was their most popular and marketable character outside of Tyrion and Jon. They had other series already in the works at the time (in very early development) and even one show that they had started production on that was then cancelled. And then came along House of the Dragon (which obviously is about the Targaryens) and a sequel for Jon Snow was announced. Sure enough, people want to see Dany/Emilia return to the sequel no matter how they do it. They want to see her story "righted" (which, don't even get me started, they missed the whole point of her arc, and it doesn't help when Emilia keeps insisting that Dany never did anything wrong, SIGH). So I do believe the network told D&D/GoT to change something up there. But regardless, the proof is all right there for Jon and something being hidden a la season 7 style.

So my long point is I think Jon was at first hurt in the 8x01 solar scene when he sees how angry she is. But when she confirms that she has faith in him, he relaxes and even moves closer to her, indicating that he's coming off of the defensive. I think his lack of response was not due to him being hurt by her question, by her not being sure of what was going on, but due to the show keeping something hidden for him, and in the story, of him not really being able to answer. Not because he doesn't know what the answer will be, but because he doesn't want to put her in danger. Which is also why I think Bryan Cogman/GoT gave that confirmation to Sansa and the audience through Dany in the 8x02 library scene. "Tell me, who manipulated whom?" And then we see the realization play out on Sansa's face, and then she changes her approach. "I should have thanked you the moment you arrived." She's not as coldly professional as before, until it becomes apparent that Dany doesn't intend for the North to be free under her reign when she wins the IT.

And tbh, I'm not sure if Jon feels betrayed by her telling his secret. Meaning, I think he's more irritated with the fact that he had to choose to protect her because she would have never bent the knee, and that her telling his secret was one of many factors that did help to contribute to Dany's increasing paranoia. It's not until Bran gives him confirmation that he did the right thing, that he then realizes. But he and Sansa still have to work to overcome this rift between them now (something I hope they allude to at the very least in the sequel, even if only in dialogue). Though, as we saw, they still care about one another, and like you said, while Jon might feel the way he feels, Sansa has as much right to feel the same way. He brought danger to her doorstep, and she kept fighting for their family (like Arya said in 8x01). There's betrayal on both sides, even if they were done for the right reasons. And to me, while I wish they had that convo before the series ended so it could be verbalized between them and to the audience, it really just adds to them being paralleled to one another this whole time as well as being two sides of the same coin. A lot of the GA missed that: Jon and Sansa were the power couple that could have ruled the North peacefully. Regardless of any ship wars or romanticism attached, it makes absolute sense that they both were in a ruling capacity and they heavily paralleled each other as rulers. And that they both called back to Robb.

I'm sorry, Anon, I've rambled on and on. But my point is I truly don't believe Jon was awful in season 8. His arc got sacrificed for the greater financial good. (even today, with all of the HotD promo before it aired, they played on Dany and the dragons; they showcased her in the GoT-rewatch promo, etc. It makes sense due to it being a Targaryen show, but yeah) At least that's what I believe. And like you said, if we're led to believe that Jon bent the knee because he loved Dany, then that is what makes him truly awful in the show. And due to his character, how could anyone believe that? No matter what the show says. I swear, one of these days, I hope they release a tell-all book or do a podcast or something to tell us what really happened. But considering it's an HBO IP, I doubt even then we would get the deets without it being run through them first.

Thank you so much for the ask, Anon! I hope you have a nice rest of your day!!! <3

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Whispers in the Dark

Pairing: orc!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: past dubcon, slight Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, hopeless fluff.

Words: 2k.

Summary: You question the nature of your relationship with your neighbors' son, Steve, who comes to your room every time his parents visit yours.

P.S. When you wanna write porn, but your heart needs fluff too much 🥲

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"I'm glad you could make it!" Your aunt laughed as she welcomed your neighbors, a family of orcs who your parents befriended a year ago after moving here. "Steve, dear, are on your spring break, too? Our little girl over here kept talking about you all the time!"

You wished you could just die of embarrassment right here right now. No, you didn't talk about Steve Rogers, your neighbors' son, all the time. A couple of years older than you, he was constantly visiting along with his parents, and everyone would send you two to "play together" somewhere as if you were little kids, not college students. Of course, you realized your parents wanted to talk freely with their friends about things they didn't want you to know about - you were a greenhouse flower, in a way - but they couldn't possibly think a young orc like Steve would sit with you in your room and drink imaginary tea from a pink doll's cup. Judging by the way your parents brushed it off, it was exactly what they thought you two were doing.

As if, you thought nervously, biting down on your lower lip and staring at Steve. He wasn't worried even the slightest bit, instead smiling at you widely - you could see his gaze turning predatory the second your aunt turned away.

"Let's go," you murmured, keeping your head down and climbing the stares, silently cursing yourself for wearing a skirt - your parents speculated Steve was out of town with his friends, so you didn't have to go meet him.

You could feel him staring at your thighs. What a damn pervert, you thought as you opened the door to your room and let him in, feeling humiliated there was so much pink - you told your mother several times you wished to change the curtains and your blanket, but she refused, saying they were new and you had nothing to complain about.

"So neat and pretty," the man said, inhaling deeply and making your face burn in embarrassment. "I like that it always smells good in your room."

You wanted to tell him to shut up, but you lacked the courage as you looked him into the face and saw his cunning smile when he came closer - too close to your liking.

"S-so, what do you wanna do?" Avoiding his eyes, you turned your head away to your desk as if there was something worthy of your attention.

You wished you could just ask him to watch some silly cat videos on YouTube together or play Xbox, but Steve was a big boy, he told you once, and he had something better in mind.

As put his huge, callous hand on your shoulder, you shifted uncomfortably, trying to shy away from him.

"Please don't."

He looked a little surprised, probably not expecting you to fight back even if your resistance was so subtle.

"Are you not happy to see me?"

He sounded so innocent you immediately felt guilty. Judging by the expression on his face, Steve really didn't expect you to be so cold around him. Damn, how was he doing it? The second ago he was looking at you like a predator looks at its prey, and now he was going all soft and surprised at your reaction.

"I'm... you're making me a bit nervous, Steve," you murmured without even looking him in the eyes, hoping he would take a hint.

It had been more than half a year he started to be like this. Despite his kind smiles and polite behavior he showed you whenever his or your parents were around, he always seemed a little intimidating to you, making you feel uneasy when you two were alone. Steve... you always had a hard time with him. Unlike most orcs who were very straightforward with anyone, even their elders, Steve never talked openly about what he wanted from you. Instead, he preferred to show it to you.

"What are you saying?" Confused, he tilted his head to the side, baring his tusks. "Do you mean you're afraid?"

It was uncomfortable to admit it verbally, so you simply nodded, embracing yourself as if trying to protect yourself against him.

Steve wasn't a monster, but he was scaring you. Staying alone with him in your room, doing whatever he made you to... it didn't feel too bad, but you knew it was wrong. It was something you weren't supposed to do - even despite the fact you were an adult now, it still felt like something shameless, something your parents would be horrified of if they knew.

But when you thought of talking about it with Steve, you knew he wouldn't take you seriously. In the end, you couldn't say no to someone like him, could you? You would have to do whatever he says to you again, and the thought scared you. You wanted to be free of this.

You squeezed your eyes shut when he reached out to you, gently touching your head, "Why are you afraid of me?"

He sounded upset, and you stared at him in surprise, unsure why he acted so weird. Did he have no idea how intimidating he was? Did he think you'd do all those things he wanted you to on your own accord? While he certainly was more gentle than other orc guys you met, Steve was still an orc, and he could lift you from the ground with just one hand as if you weighted nothing. You couldn't imagine what could happen the moment he decided to be rough with you because you didn't do what he wanted.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Although you thought he was going to be mad, strangely, Steve seemed to be more upset than angry. All of a sudden, you felt guilty for starting this conversation. Was he trying to make you feel guilty on purpose, maybe?

"I just... it doesn't feel right," you said nervously, clenching the fabric of your skirt. "T-things we do secretly."

"Secretly?" He raised his blonde eyebrows. "Do you want me to make an announcement to everyone what we're doing in your room?"

"You know what I mean!" Getting angry with him, you slapped his hand away, finally looking him in the eyes. "Our parents can't even imagine what we're doing together."

"Well, maybe your parents can't imagine..."

You gritted your teeth, tears shining in the corners of your eyes. Was he implying his parents purposely sent him to you, knowing what he did to you when you were alone?

"It's disgusting!" Knowing you couldn't express your anger freely with Steve, unsure how he could react, you chewed your lips to bits, averting your eyes again. "You're just my neighbor, we aren't even dating!"

Clenching your fists, you turned your head away, listening to your parents laughing loudly at the jokes Steve's father kept telling. Did his parents really know about him and you? Were they bringing him here on purpose? No, it couldn't be true. Even if they thought you were dating, they wouldn't interfere - Steve was a big boy, graduating from college this year, and he certainly didn't need their help.

You just hoped he wouldn't get mad at you, and the two of you would simply go down to sit with your parents instead of doing what you always did alone.

"Aren't we dating?"

He caugth you off-guard as you stared at him, perplexed. What did he just say? Dating? Was he out of his mind? He was coming to you whenever his parents were invited to your house, and there were a couple of times when you went somewhere together, but it felt so awkward you would never call it a date.

"Since when?" You grunted, refusing to look at him even when he put both of his hands on your shoulders. "I don't remember you ever asking me about dating."

Suddenly getting embarrassed, he said, "I thought it was a given. We've slept together."

Watching him getting red, you thought he was playing dumb on purpose. Orc guys were all perverts, it was a given, and you would never believe Steve thought of you as his girlfriend just because you two slept together.

"If you didn't think we're dating, does it mean you slept with other guys too?"

Wow, that was it. That was the moment you were waiting for, you thought as you saw Steve quickly getting furious, his hands clenching your shoulders painfully, making you wince. Was he going to slap you? You felt scared instead of getting mad at him for thinking you were sleeping around.

"Sorry," he said grimly, letting go of you the moment he saw he was hurting you. "Please tell me you didn't sleep with anyone."

"I didn't! If you forgot, you were my first!" You bursted out, tears finally rolling down your cheeks from all embarrassment and fear. "But you never even once treated me like I was your girlfriend! Even my parents have no idea about... this."

When he saw you crying, something change in his face immediately as he grabbed you and made you bury your face in his chest, caressing your back. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood."

Not expecting him to be so gentle with you all of a sudden, you cried harder, frustrated with his and your own behavior. Why was everything so complicated with him? Didn't he just use you for his own satisfaction? It would be so much easier if you could make him leave, but you couldn't even imagine he thought you two were dating. What was inside his head, for God's sake? Was it because orcs had different customs or something? You had never thought about it before. Well, although orc guys were perverts, come to think of it, most of the time they dated on a long-term basis like your orc classmates... Anyway, regardless of your differences, Steve should have thought about you being a human! It was him who tricked you into sleeping with him in the first place. He should have taken responsibility for this.

"Do you want to go down and tell our parents we're dating?"

Groaning, you slapped his chest in return, unwilling to let go of him, nevertheless, so Steve had to take your face in his arms to make you look at him.

"I'm sorry, baby. I wanna date you," he left a brief kiss on your forehead as if you were a child who needed to be calmed down. "I didn't know I had to ask you verbally. I don't think I even know how to date a human, but I wanna learn. Will you teach me how to do it right? Please, baby."

You wished you didn't feel so happy when you heard him saying it. It was his fault all alone, he was making you worried sick every time he came to your room, and yet you felt like all your fears were gone just because it was a stupid misunderstanding, and he wasn't a scary guy who would force you to sleep with him if you refused.

Stupid Rogers, it was all his fault!

"I can't believe... I'll be dating an idiot like you," you sniffed, trying your best to sound angry, but Steve could see you were no longer mad at him, a little smile creeping across your mouth.

"I can't help it," he let out a laugh, grabbing you by the hips to lift you up in the air as you gasped, clinging to him like a little girl. "It's gonna take time to make me a decent guy for you, baby, but you'll wait a little, won't you?"

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Kim Sunwoo - Reflection [Requested]

Request: Strangers to friends (dom! Sunwoo), new kid Sunwoo meets the school troublemaker in detention. Tensions rise and antics ensue.

new kid! Sunwoo x bad girl! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), underage sex, semi-public sex, slight praise kink, slight angst, mentions of bullying/misconduct/mischief

Sorry for the wait @l0v3bugch4nh33 but I hope you enjoy it! Thanks again for requesting 💖

What do you do when your position as the baddest person in school is threatened by some obnoxious newbie with equally obnoxious pink hair?

Mr Lee sighs for the umpteenth time as you tap your foot incessantly. He glares at you, knowing full well he has no effect on you. Every teacher that's tried to talk some sense into you or punish you has given up and resigned to waiting for the day you graduate, which proves to be difficult since your grades were trash and your conduct was just as terrible. You had to repeat your senior year and it just meant you had more time to mess with the teachers and staff. Why hadn't they just expelled you? Well, you doubt it had anything to do with the fact that you'd been expelled from two other high schools already, and your parents had offered a large sum of money to the principal to keep you in this school until you graduate.

You hated studying, period. You hated how rigid the academic systems were, and you had little to no interest in anything. Not science, not languages, not arts. You just felt stuffy and controlled all the time. That was why you ended up terrorizing the other kids and even staff, just to feel alive and free. Smoking in the school bathrooms, skipping class, vandalism; just to name a few. You revelled in the way your juniors would scurry away if you so much as looked in their direction, and even some teachers would avoid you. You ran the school, and you were untouchable. Until about a week ago.

Some new kid transferred into your class with obnoxiously pink hair and a slight accent from the countryside. Who even transfers into a new school in their senior year? Anyway, some of the girls were immediately taken by his looks, whispering to each other about how cute he was, and your classmates began spreading mindless gossip about him.

I heard he was expelled for beating up some teachers

I heard it was because he set the school on fire!

I bet it's cause he slept with a teacher

You roll your eyes at their stupid words, effectively shutting them up with a glare. As your luck would have it, the new guy (Sunoo, was it?) was assigned to be your seating partner, something your teacher belatedly realized was a very bad idea. In horror, she reminded the class that it was a temporary arrangement and that she was revise the seating plan, internally vowing to keep you two as far away from each other as possible. It wasn't something for her to worry about, you thought. You had absolutely no plans to get close to the pink-haired fool who was not-so-subtly checking you out.

Days passed and you tried to assert your dominance by acting out even more than usual. You swapped all the locks to the gym equipment storage and started a food fight at lunch, earning you a week's worth of detention. However it didn't seem to faze him at all, and he went about his business, staying out of your hair, despite appreciating the view every time you walked past in your short skirt. So what if you weren't abiding by the school dress code? He himself had flaming pink hair, which apparently landed him in detention too, since he wasn't willing to dye it back to black or shave it all off within the stipulated time. That, and he was caught smoking in the boys bathroom. Detention within the first week of school? You had to applaud him, even if you decided you hated his guts for being indifferent and callous. Only you were allowed to be like that.

A knock on the door brings you back to the present, and Mr Lee huffs when he sees the fuchsia mop poke through the door. "So nice of you to finally join us, Sunwoo. Your seat is there. And I'm sure you're familiar with the rules of detention by now, most schools are the same," your teacher smiles, a fake saccharine tinge to his voice.

"Afraid not, sir, would you be so kind to inform me again?" Sunwoo drawls, his big round eyes blinking with faux innocence. You resist the urge to laugh at the way Mr Lee is fuming, sinewy arms ready to burst through his tight button-up and you swear you could see steam pouring out of his ears. "I do not want to hear a single word from either of you. Stay put, and maybe do some reflection on why you decided to be such menaces," he spits through gritted teeth, storming off through the door and slamming it shut, locking it from the outside. You groan, slouching into your seat as you fiddle with your phone, already bored out of your mind. Your eyes are on your phone but you can sense Sunwoo's gaze lingering on you again. It's not unpleasant, but it leaves you feeling hot, and you refuse to believe he's got that effect on you.

"You're an idiot," you mutter under your breath, your eyes still trained on your phone.

"Pardon?" his artificially sweet voice is back, taunting you with that drawl of his.

"Smoking on school grounds, getting detention in your first week? Rookie mistake."

"What if I did it on purpose? To spend some quality time with the mysterious bad girl everyone's been talking about?"

You scoff loudly and Sunwoo is still grinning annoyingly at you. He stands up and walks over to the teacher's table, plopping into Mr Lee's seat. "You're interesting." He stretches his long legs out, resting them on the table, putting his hands behind his head, sending a cocky smirk your way; and you can’t decide if you want to punch or kiss it right off his face. You roll your eyes, uncrossing your legs and you suppress a laugh when you notice Sunwoo’s line of vision goes straight to the spot between your legs. He licks his plush lips subconsciously, and oh, what you would give to feel those lips on your body. You spread your legs just a tad further, and the smirk on his face slowly drains away, eyes transfixed on the wet spot on your panties. “Fuck you, Sunwoo.”

“Yes, please,” he murmurs absentmindedly, his mind racing thinking about all the dirty things he wants to do to you. You scoff, crossing your legs again, about to curse at him. You’re no easy girl. Especially for someone like Sunwoo, with his stupid puppy eyes, fluffy pink hair, pouty pink lips, thick thighs straining through his tapered uniform trousers and- your thoughts were disrupted by his figure looming over you. He had crossed the room while you were busy listing off everything you found attractive hated in the boy. He stands before you, round eyes darkened with want, and his hand comes up to tilt your chin upwards, his thumb carelessly rubbing against your bottom lip.

"Are you really as bad as they say you are?"

"Don't try me Kim Sunwoo."

"No… I don't think you are. I think you're actually a good girl, hmm?" Sunwoo whispers, deftly unzipping his trousers and pulling his erect cock out, perfectly level with your glossy lips. He tucks a strand of stray hair behind your ear, and gently coaxes your head closer to his twitching length. Your mouth falls open unwittingly, and you can't help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

"Such a good girl only for me."

A shiver rolls down your spine at his deep voice, and you find your lips around his tip, lapping up his oozing precum, your hand grasping the base of his cock. Sunwoo lets out a shaky moan, his fingers twisting into your hair. “Fuck, just like that,” he gasps. You bob your head up and down, swallowing around his shaft, and Sunwoo’s pretty moans fill the classroom. He guides your head up and down his length, admiring the way your luscious lips are wrapped around his veiny member. Soon, he tugs you off by your hair, making a 'pop' sound as your mouth releases his dick. You look up at him questioningly, and his cock twitches at the sight of your spit-slicked swollen lips. "Don't wanna cum yet, cutie," he grins, dragging you by the shoulders to push you against the teacher's table.

You hop up the table and lean back, parting your legs wide to accommodate him. You pull your skirt up, and he pulls your drenched panties aside to dive in, licking ravenously at your slick folds, causing you to mewl and throw your head back, nearly hitting your head on the table. He slides your panties off and his free hand sneaks up your body to cup your breast, massaging it through your shirt and bra as he makes out with your pussy. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, feeling those plump lips close around your sensitive clit, and you can't help but writhe in pleasure. Sunwoo smirks up at you from between your thighs, balling up your panties and holding them in front of your face. "Open up~ can't be too noisy can we, or else the teachers will find out we don't hate each other as much as they think we do," he mocks you in a singsong voice. You open your mouth to rebuke, but he takes this opportunity to shove your panties into your mouth, prompting a disgruntled moan from you.

Your annoyance at being forcibly shushed fades quickly when he sticks two thick fingers into your pussy, clenching tight around the intrusion. He laps at your clit as he pumps his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you out, his other hand back to groping your other breast. Your mind is turning hazy from all the stimulation, and you can only grip onto the edges of the table as you drown in the feeling of Sunwoo's touches all over your body. He pulls away once he thinks you're ready, making you whine at the loss of contact. He straightens up and you wordlessly stare at each other with lust-filled eyes as he languidly lubes up his erect cock with your juices. You position yourself right at the edge of the table, holding your legs up and apart with your hands, presenting yourself to him.

Your pussy throbs as he approaches, lining up his cock with your entrance and he pushes in slowly. The stretch burns deliciously, and Sunwoo hurriedly pulls your panties from your lips, muffling your moans with his lips instead. The kiss is messy, spit and precum and teeth, as your pussy adjusts to having him fully sheathed inside you. You break apart, gasping for air, and Sunwoo is shaking from resisting the urge to pummel into you immediately. "M-move, Sunwoo, hurry," you whisper, and he nods, pulling out and slamming back in instantly, shushing you softly when you unwittingly moan out loud. He continues to fuck you at a brutal pace, balls slapping against your ass, and slowly you feel your arms start to give way. He notices this, and takes over, holding your thighs apart with a bruising grip as he drills into you. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath and warm lips on your skin bringing you close to climax.

"You think you're so big and bad huh? The students fear you and the teachers hate you, but look how good you're being for me," he pants into your skin, groaning when you clench around him, clearly affected by his words. "S-shut it Sunwoo just- ahhh!" your words are cut off by a hard thrust into your g-spot. You hate him, for being a tease, for taunting you, for threatening to take your spot as the top dog in school, but most of all, for edging you. He chuckles darkly, pulling your hair so you look up at him with desperate, wild eyes. "Come on now, ask nicely and I'll let you cum, babe," he teases, hips still pistoning relentlessly into yours. You let out a frustrated groan, and you grab him by his collar, pressing your lips against his. "Let me cum, Sunwoo, wanna cum all over your pretty cock," you mumble against his lips, and it seems to do the trick.

His thrusts begin to stutter, and you smirk into the kiss, realizing that big bad Sunwoo likes being praised too. "Your lips were made to eat pussy, and you just love the taste of mine, don't you?" you continue, getting bolder, revelling in the way a shiver rolls down his spine at your words. He thrusts erratically, groaning lowly as you cling to his frame, burying your face in his shoulder to muffle your moans as you cum hard, clenching tightly around his cock. Sunwoo hurriedly pulls out before he cums inside you, jerking himself harshly to completion, growling and cursing as he paints the side of the teacher's table white with his cum. He falls forward, clutching the table as both of you gulp lungfuls of air as you come down from your highs.

"Fuck, that was-"

"Insane. We're insane for doing this, really." you finish his sentence. He snorts loudly, shaking his head at the sticky situation you had gotten yourselves into. Suddenly you hear footsteps and voices coming down the hallway, and you look at each other in horror. You quickly straighten your clothes, hurrying to put your panties on and wipe off Sunwoo's cum from the teacher's table with a gym towel you had in your school bag. Mr Lee opens the door to find the two of you sitting very peacefully apart, and with any luck, doesn't notice the messy hair, wrinkled clothes, flushed cheeks or the stench of sex and sweat in the classroom.

He chalks it up to you two delinquents being perpetually unkempt, and dismisses the two of you, as it was well past the time your detention should have ended. You and Sunwoo duck around him, uncharacteristically quiet and meek as you exit the school together. Once you make it past the school gates, you both break out into raucous laughter, still not believing how you went from hating each other to swallowing each other's faces in the span of one meeting. The smile on Sunwoo's face suddenly disappears as a thought crosses his mind. "Wait… was there a CCTV camera in that classroom?" he asks worriedly. "Yeah. There is." you reply casually, and a look of alarm crosses his face.

"Don't worry, it's broken though." you quickly assure him.

"What? Who broke it?"

A devious smile graces your lips and Sunwoo immediately understands, barking out another incredulous laugh. You two share stories about the trouble you've gotten into at your previous schools all the way home. Before you part ways, Sunwoo smirks cheekily at you. "So… Same time next week?"

You gnaw on your lip as you consider. Maybe there was space at the top of the food chain for two, and that you both aren't so different after all. You mirror his impish grin as you walk away.

"See you in detention, Kim Sunwoo."

[f4irycafe]

FAVORITE CRIME

chapter i

summary: A story between the forgotten Vanserra sister and her mate, the shadowsinger of the Night Court.

"The Autumn Court was silent. Completely and utterly silent, save for the ear-splitting screams coming from the Lady of Autumn’s bed chambers as she gave birth to the seventh and eighth children of the Vanserra line."

pairing: azriel x vanserra sister!oc

word count: 1.9k

series warnings: graphic sexual assault, mental illness, graphic violence, falling in love, soft sex, mentions/recalling of past rape, right person-wrong time, tragic love story, fluff.

notes: hehe. the way its actually hard for me to write this because of how sad it is. like im scared to finish this because then that means i'll have broken my own heart. i want some feedback here before i begin posting on ao3 and wattpad so please leave comments and reblog <3.

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The Autumn Court was silent. Completely and utterly silent, save for the ear-splitting screams coming from the Lady of Autumn’s bed chambers as she gave birth to the seventh and eighth children of the Vanserra line. After the birth of her first two sons - Eris and Damon - Beron had stopped showing up and had even ripped away her accommodations in the Healer's temple. Instead, he ordered for her to be confined to her room during the process, from the beginning of the labor until she has pushed the child out.

The brothers, however, went. Sat outside her room for hours as they listened to her screams. Beron had granted them this small reprieve, to welcome their new sibling into the world. Eris had watched it happen six times, each time harder and more complicated than the last. She had never come close to dying, thankfully.

Eris wasn’t sure he could say the same about this birth.

“That bastard is going to kill her, isn’t he?” Aliath, the youngest boy, asked. He was only six years of age. And at a time like this, Eris didn't have the energy to correct his language. This was the closest time frame in which two siblings had been born, the rest of the boys had decades, centuries even, spanning between them. His question went ignored as Odessa screamed again. You could vaguely hear the sounds of the midwives' attempts to calm her nerves by offering her medicinal herbs, ones they knew she would refuse anyways.

“Probably,” Damon sneered as he kicked a rock with the toe of his boot.

“What do you care?” Neels asked. He was the third-born son, not too useless to be forgotten, but not as important to be cared about. He and Finnagan - the fourth born - took after their father the most with their appetites for senseless violence and destroying anything good that came their way.

“Neels, he’s a child.” Johan chastised his older brother.

“And?” Eris rolled his eyes. Useless, callous bastards, the lot of them.

“You’ve been awfully quiet brother, what’s your wager? Do you think it's our dear mother's time to finally leave this world?” Finnagan asked him, that hellish smirk sitting forever plastered on his face. And just when Eris thought he would make it through the conversation unbothered.

“I wish she had died during your birth only to save us the misfortune of having to speak with you now.” He didn’t mean it...most of it. He did wish Finnagan a long and painful death, but not at the expense of his mother. His, because he, Aliath and Damon seemed to be the only ones who gave a shit about her. Johan cared more than the remaining brothers, but he kept his distance.

It wasn’t until Eris had said that did he realize that it had gone quiet, the rest of the boys seeming to catch onto that as well. He could feel the nervousness and possible regret as they waited for a sound to be heard from that room.

Maybe she truly had died.

Finn and Damon must have thought the same if their taut muscles were anything to go by.

A collective sigh of relief came from them when they heard the cries of a baby clang through the room. The door opened not a second later, the midwives scurrying quickly out of the room. That was also custom, for the women overseeing her to leave directly after delivery. Beron didn’t want to give her any more comfort than he had to, instead forcing her to wash and clean the babies by herself.

Aliath rushed in first, his little legs running to his mother's bedside. He tried to cover the fear on his face when he saw her, his body stopping short. She was pale, so pale. Blood stained her once white covers, legs, and arms. Her breaths were coming in in short, shallow pants.

“Mommy?” He asked, moving to get into bed with her.

“Get away from her.” Eris’s voice carried through the room. Aliath moved back quickly, stepping to the side so that Eris could inspect her. Her pulse was still there, and her chest was moving.

He didn’t know for how much longer.

“The twins.” His voice shot to Odessa at her barely audible words. “Where are they?” She questioned, weakly holding Eris’s shirt.

Twins.

“What the fuck?” Damon said from the other side of her chambers.

“Holy shit,” Neels said, standing over the two cribs with the rest of his brothers.

Aliath had joined them as well, awe written all over his features as he looked at his new siblings.

“There’s two of them.” He said dumbly, reaching into the crib on the right. The babe was wailing, its tiny hands balled into fists as he cried and cried. Aliath cooed at him, making faces that were doing nothing to calm it down.

Him. The baby on the right was male.

The one on the left was quiet, suspiciously quiet.

“Eris,” Johan called. Eris didn’t hear him as he tried to soothe their mother, pressing a damp cloth left by one of the healers to her head.

“Eris!” He repeated, louder this time.

“What.” He seethed.

Eris was scared. Odessa had never looked this terrible after a birth before, there was always a small kernel of light flickering in her as she beheld her new child. But now, there was nothing. No happiness or light shown in those eyes. Only exhaustion.

And dread.

“She’s not breathing.”

She?

“Who’s not breathing?” Eris asked.

“The child, Eris. She’s not breathing.”

Oh fuck.

Eris strode across the room, pushing his brother aside as he looked at the little one.

A girl. Odessa had given birth to a baby girl.

Beron would kill her. Hell, he’d kill both of them for this.

Maybe it would be better to not try and help her, allow her a premature escape from the hell that would be her life if they tried to revive her.

No. No, he would not think like that.

He had never been more thankful for the time he had spent in this bedroom on these very occasions, watching as the healers helped his mother. Aliath had been born like the girl as well, still until one of the females had revived him.

He began to gently press on her chest with two fingers, before bending down to blow oxygen into her mouth. He repeated those same steps multiple times. Give the child oxygen, then tap her chest. Next, he tapped her feet gently, flicking her skin with his pointer finger.

Again, and again, and again, until he was sure that there was nothing he could do to save her.

A soft breath, a whimper, and then a scream.

Eris nearly sunk to the floor in relief as the baby girl began throwing a fit much like her brother in the next crib. Tears rushed to his eyes as he smiled, grabbing the girl from her crib to tuck her into his chest.

A sister, he had a sister.

He let himself be happy for a moment. Let himself think of raising a girl, allowing her to grow up happy and live a life full of happiness. He knew it was foolish to think such things, but for a few seconds, he let himself dream.

Johan had picked up the boy and had already placed him in Odessa’s arms. Eris walked over to her, the rest of his brothers following them like a hoard of seagulls.

A watery gasp left her mouth when both of her babies were swaddled in her arms. She hung her head as she cried. Tears of happiness or regret, Eris couldn’t tell. But he stayed and watched, they all did, as they all came to terms with what this meant.

“Do you have names?” Neels asked, a rare moment to even address his mother.

“Lucien,” She said as she looked towards the boy.

Light.

“And Freya.” The Ancient Goddess of Love.

That was enough for Neels. He left the room after hearing the names, Finn and Damon following him. The three no doubt were going to the throne room to tell Beron of the news. While Eris wished his mother could have some peace after this strenuous birth, there wasn’t much he could do to stop them.

“Congratulations, mother,” Johan said before he began to leave the room.

“I want to hold them,” Aliath whined from the side of the bed, standing on his toes to try and get another glimpse at his two siblings.

“Mother is very tired, you can see them tomorrow when she’s better.” He looked like he was going to retort, but the look on Eris’ face made him reconsider. With a small nod and a sad look thrown towards his mother, he left the room with Johan.

“I should have killed them both.” Odessa cried once she was alone with her eldest. Eris looked at his mother in alarm, his eyes widening as he stood from the chair he had dragged over.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He looked at the children. Would she kill them if he left the room? Why? Why would she say such a terrible thing? To kill innocent children. She couldn’t- she wasn’t capable.

“I’m sorry, my children.” She said, her thumb stroking Freya’s face.

“What is going on?” Eris asked, feeling like the scared little kid his brother was.

Eris had to grasp the arms of the chair he was sitting in to keep from falling out of it as his mother opened her heart to him. Her decades-long affair with the High Lord of Day that resulted in the conceivement of these two children.

“Beron will kill you when he finds out the truth,” Eris said as he looked at Freya. He had asked to hold her halfway through his mother’s tale, knowing it would hinder his ability to lash out if he were holding one of his siblings.

“He won’t find out,” Odessa said, shooting a rare, sharp look in Eris’ direction. He knew what she was asking. Would her favorite son betray her to gain favor with his father and her bastard husband? Eris knew the answer, had known the answer the very second he had laid eyes on the children.

“He won’t.” Eris agreed.

“You couldn’t have been more careful though. Lucien. Really?” At least she hadn’t gone and named Freya something that meant day.

“Helion picked the name Freya. He told me that if he ever had a girl, he’d give her that name.” Eris ate his words.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“No. He can never know about them.” Eris nodded. To keep them safe, Eris knowing was already a risk, but if she told Helion...who knows what would happen. He could claim the children as his own, start a civil war that would be more trouble than it's worth for the birthright of two children.

“You have to protect them.” Eris knew that too.

“Freya. You have to - keep her from Beron as long as you can. Please, my son. You are the only one.” Aliath would most likely help him when he got older, if Beron didn’t corrupt his good heart before then.

He would try. He would try his best to give these children a childhood that wouldn’t haunt them for the rest of their immortal lives. He would be there for them when they cried, listen as they told him stories, comfort them when they were chased from sleep by nightmares of his father.

He would do all of it.

For them.

[raggaraddy]

Unexpected

Request: Assassin! Yoong's S/O becomes pregnant. @sunheeyey @justmydirtysheet

A/N: Soo much love and requests for Yoongi at the moment, I can hardly keep up.😂 But it makes sense. How could you not love the Pretty Kitty!

Trigger warning: Mention of abortions, yandere themes.

Yoongi

Yandere! Yoongi

Assassin! Yoongi

Finding you clutching the toilet, overwhelmed with nausea, Yoongi looked more concerned than you would have imagined he might.

"What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?" He makes the same leap you initially did.

You're looking up at him, stalling in thought trying to process how to say this. Do you say it directly? Or subtly. Do you even tell him? You could be wrong and you have no idea how he's going to react.

"I've-I haven't gotten my last two periods." You say feeling ashamed as if it was something you had done wrong.

Yoongi's face pales his eyes going wide. His own voice catching in his throat worse than yours did, as he struggles to find any words. You'd never seen him this caught off guard before.

"Go," He points down the hall to your room, instantly second-guessing himself. Pulling his hand back in, scratching his head. "Go to your- um," Normally when he didn't know how to react to something, he could simply lock you away. To give himself as much time as he wanted. But this? That reaction seemed callous, even for him. "Jus-just wait. Here. I'll-. Just wait." He stammers, too quickly running down the stairs. Retreating from you like you had told him you had the plague.

You feel the house shake as the front door slams forcefully.

At this point, you had only just pieced it together in your mind also. And the same as him, you had no idea how you were supposed to react or feel. Truthfully, you felt like you were suspended, waiting for Yoongi to get back. You didn't want to let an opinion set in until you knew what he was thinking. He controlled your entire world, and no matter what you thought or wanted, he would have the final say.

Coming back up the stairs with quickened footsteps and a large shopping bag, he drops several kinds of pregnancy tests at your feet. A complete look of confusion on his face.

"I didn't know which one was good, so just use them all.' His tone was still high and strung out.

It takes an hour, but you go through the tests. Each one revealing a positive result. Yoongi sitting on the edge of the bath anxiously watching the results come in one after the other with an answer he was struggling to accept.

After the 5th test, all his tense energy overflows and he erupts. "I thought you said you were on birth control!"

"I am," you attest. Chewing your lip raw.

"Then what the fuck happened. How the hell did you fuck this up?!" He raves, accusing you as if this was within your control.

"I-I don't know,"

He storms off. He wasn't actually waiting for you to answer. He's frustrated and panicking and he just wanted to aim that at someone else. You can feel the front door shuddering again, the house returning to a desolate quiet

Slumping to the bathroom floor, you hold your knees while crying. It's not your fault, you know it isn't but Yoongi's fit has made you feel so guilty and responsible. Your birth control is something that you had put in years ago, and it should still be working. You really don't know how this could have happened.

Over the next few days, Yoongi avoids you. He came back later that same day, but since then he hasn't spoken to you. Hardly even sparing you a glace. Every time you see him, you have to restrain yourself from asking your burning questions. If you try to force him to talk about this, you know it won't end well.

So in the meantime, you honestly don't want to think about it. But that's all you do.

It sounded so bizarre the first few times you thought it. But you were pregnant. You had a baby growing inside you. Something so small and beautiful. Something that was all yours.

Your mind kept imagining how they might look. Would they have more of Yoongi's features or yours? Would it be a boy or a girl? How could you ever decide on a name? What happens if you change your mind about the name? What would their first word be?

By the 4th day, you'd completely disregarded your intentions not to make your mind up. Without you even trying to, your mind was made up for you and after only 4 days you were absolutely and unendingly in love with your baby.

Yoongi had still yet to say a word on the topic. But you were terrified. He could be so merciless and uncaring. Look at his profession. At all the horrendous things you'd seen him do. Look at what he did to you. How could you think he would ever allow you to keep it?

But this was your baby! He couldn't take it from you!

You kept making yourself sick with worry. You were fearing the worst. Unable to find any way to convince yourself that he would have a positive answer for you. Believing he would never let you keep it. You kept having nightmarish thoughts of ways he might force you to abort it. Of what he might do it you refused. Steadily you were terrorizing and depressing yourself. Crying yourself to sleep night after night.

10 days after you found out you were woken by so much commotion downstairs.

Coming onto the ground floor, you find the living room and kitchen filled with boxes and bags. Looking like a baby supply store had exploded in your house. Cribs, strollers, bouncers, baby clothes, toys. Everything you knew a baby needed, and a lot you had no idea about.

But the sight is an answer without words and tears come to your eyes right away. Your heart lifting in relief.

Yoongi catches sight of you standing in the stairway, a sheepish glint in his eye as he cluelessly holds up a drill and a manual. Studying the box of a baby gate with confusion printed on his face. He looks thoroughly out of his element.

"I don't- I don't know what any of this stuff is. I-I-" he stammers looking around the chaos. "I want everything to be right though." He looks at you softly, lightly biting his lip. "Y/n, I really don't know anything about all this. I'm gonna need you to teach me, please. Teach me how to take care of our baby."

You inhale and exhale a sigh all of the past weeks stress floating off of you. The universe finally giving you exactly what you needed. Tears of joy rolling down your face you step through the mess and you run into his arms, sinking into his chest. Feeling complete and at ease as you feel him squeeze you back.

"Of course Yoongi. We'll do this together."

[hisredhysteria]

"Imperfect and human, are we?"

Note: I love Courier, but sometimes I still hyperventilate writing for him— he can be very tricky. The amount of times the concept and everything for this was rewritten is a little too many for it to turn out so eh— but...! I enjoyed writing it so to me, that's all that matters.

TW: Gunshot wound, guns, blood, brief mention of motion sickness, and mention of human trafficking, also may not be extremely medically accurate....I've never been shot before...but I did happen to watch and read an hour or so worth of info about it--

Summary // Exposition: Idek ngl- Before this writing takes place, Courier basically took on a job where he'd have to deliver the reader to human traffickers. This little story is thrown right in the middle of him trying to take the reader away from that situation. His job is just to deliver the package right? Technically all that matters is that the package made it's destination in tact at one point...—

It was all too excruciating to watch, or maybe it was just the instant your stare aligned with his. Inside that split second, Courier's sorrowed eyes told you that a shot of disappointment corrupted his life more than just once before. Because connection could never happen long enough in war though, his attention became occupied by the sound of another's weapon resounding through the walls.

Time didn't count, all for knees weak at the sight of your own stained hands. Falling to the ground now offered you a subtle relief—so much as a pressure off of your feet. In that moment, induced shock wasn't the only one who'd been more so on the uninviting side of this cruel world. Something you'd soon come to realize in this disorganized ambush for two.

You didn't stumble, not even so much as blinked. Bent over, your body was ruined with the spilling crimson color from a cramp so callous at your side. Your memory was never to forget his panicked expression, perhaps he wouldn't forget yours—but, the most you could do now was hope that the rest of this gruesome encounter would subside and as such, make it quick. Shots blared passed you, one by one they rang. It was like hazy background noise despite their awful din and in your dazed like trance, the world had started to spin. As if wheels that came to an astounding halt half-way before a cliff dropped off, someone eventually shattered the whirling air.

"Didn't I say to stay put? Come on, stand up." They instructed, your hand and eye twitching from the hot gushing metallic scent spread across your feeble fingers.

Ungrateful they may have seemed, it was a dumb thing for this person to demand of you, for any person to say at all, really. Were they offering you help or commands? And just what exactly did they think you were on the ground for...?

"I can't..! It hurts!" You shouted in unrelenting agony, only wishing you had the time to spare for a sarcastic tongue too. The man knelt down where your own knees met that same unforgiving pavement. He didn't say a word, but your eyes recognized the bag strapped to his kneeling left leg—almost before the contact of his metal hand to yours. "No don't touch it...!" You cried in a tremble, untrusting of the motivation behind his very touch. A sigh left his lips like he'd pitied you for your state. All by the power of his own coincidence, he proved to be rather unluckily, lucky.

"I can't do anything if you don't move your hands." He was almost solemn as he spoke, reaching for your other one to signal you either had to slide it away from the open wound or, let him do it in your stead. Apprehension provoked, you figured that reluctantly removing your own hand was ultimately going to be the less painful option to go about, if anything. As you lowered it, the grueling hole in your side was all but bare for his eyes to meet. Your shirt had given way where the bullet perforated precious skin and the tender flesh seemed to pulsate around your wound. Sincerity in his gaze as reality set in for what had happened to you, Courier scanned the surrounding area. It wasn't safe to continue, at least, not out in the open where the two of you were vulnerable. He had no choice though, nothing but to act quick or risk losing a precious package due to blood loss.

Despite tension, a phone vibrated amongst the burly wind within the depths of Courier's pocket. Annoyed, the sound earned itself a tongue click before he'd rummage his inner coat to dig it out. "What terrible timing", left his lips in distaste as he waited for the interrupting notification to load. A short message popping up on the brightened orange letters, Courier had only been half alert as he read it through narrowed eyes. Quiet whimpers of pain left your own lips as you tried to accommodate your bodies needs. Busy clinging onto consciousness, you'd inevitably miss the anguished look of his face while he stared back at the phone for a second longer than he should have. "We need to leave."

"How ...?" You glanced up at the stars for a kinder illusion of diminishing ache. "Hurry please, ..it's starting to burn so bad..."

"I'm trying. You know you wouldn't be in this position right now if you didn't get in the way when I told you to stay put." Courier pointed out, shoving the device away once more. Truth hurt a little when he put it like that, however he wasn't exactly wrong.

"Then they would have shot you instead.."

His eyes met yours, ready with a rhetorical question he didn't hope for any argument to. "What made you think that this was any better..?"

"If I didn't, you—"

"Save it."

Perhaps it wasn't that he didn't want to hear your explanation, but instead wished you would conserve your weakening body a few jagged breaths. Still, his words made you feel humiliated nonetheless. Courier was right, this wasn't any better. Not even in terms of your own feelings when he implied your decision was a dimwitted one. If it'd been him who was shot, who knew exactly how long he'd last after—if he'd last. And then who would have been the one to deliver you away from this nightmare to begin with..? A gamble no matter how Courier calculated it, he had common sense. Survival was important to "failing" this job successfully and as much as he may have lied to you that your sacrifice was foolish—to allow him to make the sacrifice instead, each of you understood what you did was coincidentally necessary. An hourglass now must have flipped however, because if the sand were to run out, there'd be no time for Courier's next move.

"I can't...!" You cried out in frustration.

"You have to. You don't have a choice. Unless you'd prefer to stay out here and bleed you have to get on." With a small semblance to the amount of pain you were in as you halfheartedly attempted to be helped onto his motorcycle, Courier was seemingly delicate where his hands were placed on your body. "Wait." He paused, scanning you like he'd just now thought of something useful.

"What is it..? You panted out, watching him as he began to remove his jacket.

"You'll—" The sound of another ringing ping hummed out and Courier's eyes grew wide with a pang of nervousness surging throughout him. "Tsk...again with the terrible timing."

Before continuing to look at the message that popped up, he swiftly held his jacket close to your back. Waiting now, only for you to lift your arms. "This will stop the air from irritating your side." He explained, a sweaty palm holding his phone.

Once more, you wouldn't notice the look painted across his rarely expressive features. The most you were focused on was not fainting from the awful tearing feeling overwhelming your side torso. So much so that you wouldn't even feel him place the phone back into his jacket, carefully zipped up around you. Your nose couldn't even account for a lingering scent of cigarettes that loomed when next to him. Suddenly beneath you, his bike began to jostle as he sat, hurried like he had a late appointment to arrive to.

"Hold on." He simply advised, impatient to feel your arms wrap around his body so he could take off.

Your side burned like fire and stung worse than a bee, but as whispers of pain left your shaking lips, something more distracting would catch your ears. The hope shattering sound of more gunshots blazing in the distance was followed by Courier's infamous phrase, "Those shits..."

A tornado of human calls and vehicles rushing from behind you both was almost enough for lost ambition when it came to escape. Courier certainly had a price to pay for purposely "failing" this job and the guilt you felt for putting him in this position crept like a thief upon you.

"It's okay you know, It's fine if you leave me here. You've done enough." Your soft voice could almost shatter his own hopes.

"My job is to deliver you—"

"But, I can't pay." You interrupted, instinctually hovering a hand at your wounded side.

"Then you'll have to figure it out later." He so coldly put. But, truth be told, Courier only accepted jobs when the payment was a pre deposit. You never made one. Had he expected you to pay when he came back for you, there was no way you'd be sitting on his motorcycle now.

"Huh? But—" Your voice drifted through the breeze running past your ears now as the kickback nearly flung you off of his bike. Scrambling to get both arms around his waist in a timely manner, adrenaline would mask your pain. If you were fortunate enough, you wouldn't merely faint on the ride back to nowhere either.

Clung to his waist like it meant life or death, a certain roundabout passed you by in a matter of moments. The wheels of his bike began to drift from the ground like it was floating and if your eyes weren't tightly shut then, they certainly were now. A thump so loud paired with the judder of his ride landing on the buildings roof caused you to nearly let go. Something warm would make brief contact with your own freezing hand, and if it offered you any comfort, Courier was checking to make sure that you'd still been safe. At least, enough to keep your arms around him, that is.

Time raced fast, but Courier was somehow faster. Keeping your head ducked behind his back to avoid the first of incoming wind, anxiety or maybe even a tinge of motion sickness sent your stomach into a spiral. There was little you could do about it as his bike sprang from one building up the side of the next. All the twisting and turning was surely no help to your side as you winced with pain so awful you could be sick. The chase that was behind you moments ago was forgotten instantly, but if he was fast just to be careless then he'd win last place. Your dizziness would eventually stop at a loud skid across the ground that echoed into the busy streets. For now, it seemed that the very worst of everything was over.

It took a moment to garner some sort of composure, but with lights blinding you even through your eyes closed, you were beckoned to look at what stood next to you. "What is...?" You trailed off, glaring up several stories of windows, some with curtains strown, some opened wide.

"Never seen one before, have you? It's a hospital. Go inside, find someone, and explain what happened."

"Hospital...? But..." Your stomach churned at the thought of human interaction, other than Courier's at least... who you'd grown to trust a little more than average.

"Don't just sit around, get off." He said, a frown on his face like usual.

"....No." Your brave words refused him as it took everything in your power to finally tell someone the word no. You were much too fearful to be left there alone after he clearly made such effort to bring you here. Even with the gruesome bullet wound thrashed through your insides, you were hesitant to budge. "What if they come back..?"

He didn't have time to spare with his bike parked outside the hospital in plain view for every civilian to pass by with a stare. "You're an inconvenience." Nonchalant, again his words broke you down just a little. However, his bike started to shift side to side once more before you'd realize what he was doing.

"Where are we going...?" You asked. "If you just walk me inside ...that would have been fine too.." You quickly offered, scared, concerned, and puzzled by whatever plan he had conjured up.

"Tsk...." Courier thought to spare you the attitude, given your situation, however he figured you'd handled everything this far. "I can't just walk inside, shithead."

"Why not...?"

He could have said several things right now. Explain to you that he was an Akudama being one. He could even tell you he simply did not want to. Better yet— say nothing at all. His job was to deliver you to your destination, and that was it. He'd gone out of his way to do just that, and a little more. Courier wasn't obligated to come back for your life the first time he dropped you off with the devils human traffickers, but no one said that he couldn't. It wasn't in his job description to make sure that the aftermath of his deliveries went smoothly. Ignoring your question completely though, Courier's eyes shifted over his shoulder. Begrudgingly he spoke, "I'll do what I can. But, if you die, then you'll have yourself to blame."

You had expected him to throw you off his motorcycle, to leave you behind for real like everyone else. He didn't, and your hands only gripped harder at his sweater when his bike began to speed again.

"I don't think it'd be easy to blame someone if I'm dead either way..." You mumbled, remembering you'd been wearing his jacket even when he instructed you to get off at the hospital. So, maybe he did plan to come back for you after all. It was too late to rewind time, but somehow you felt as though letting Courier attempt to tend to your wound was a greater option in the end.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 4 - My Apologies

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None

WC - 2551

Square Filled - Fluff ( @girl-next-door-writes's Make Me Feel Bingo); Neighbours AU ( @anyfandomfluffbingo )

A/N - A new chapter! Hope you enjoy reading this!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 <33

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Adjusting her glasses on the nose, Y/N toyed around with the pen in hand, blankly staring at the kitchen wall. The empty sheet of paper sat there on the table, glaring at her. It was a bit old-school, considering her laptop was lying only a small distance away but this was how she preferred to work on her novel. It had nothing to do with her laziness.

The fear of another rejection was weighing heavily on her and she was really close to giving up on her dream of being an actually published writer. However, after her little pep talk to herself last night, she had this new indomitable spirit ignited inside her. Though that spirit was fading away with every passing minute now.

Y/N dropped the pen on the table with a huff, its metallic body hitting the wooden surface of the table as she got up to make herself a cup of coffee. Now, she might not want to admit it, but her novel wasn't the only thing that was troubling her.

A stranger’s callous comments should never hurt so much but when Dean called her stupid or rather a brainless idiot, for some reason, Y/N took it to the heart. She had then come to the conclusion that he was an ass and it was futile to even try and start a healthy relationship, but the bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter in front of her changed every perception of him yet again.

Ms. L/N, I didn't have any intentions of humiliating you. I'm really sorry. I hope you accept this small token of apology.

Walking up to the counter, Y/N picked up the small, white card and read the handwritten apology for the hundredth time that day. She didn't know if she should be impressed at his tacky methods of apologies or be annoyed at him for wrecking her mental sanity. Shaking off her thoughts, she was just about to dive back right into her writing when the coffee machine beeped.

“This is not gonna work.” She sighed, pouring one cup of the warm liquid and bringing it close to her lips. After finishing her drink, she decided to go out on a walk to clear her head but just as she stepped out of her house, she heard soft pitter patters of feet out in the hallway before a small figure of a hazel-eyed girl came into her sight.

Y/N tilted her head in confusion as the little girl ran in the halls. She looked around for her parents, but didn't see anyone else.

“Hey, pretty girl. What are you doing out here all alone?” She called out to the girl, making her stop in her tracks and look at Y/N.

“Daddy says not to talk to strangers.” She said while she cautiously approached the woman anyway.

“Where's your Dad?" She smiled softly, " I'm Y/N. See now you know me.”

“Daddy's-”

“I told you to stay inside, babygirl.” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the all too familiar voice of her ridiculously handsome neighbor before the tall figure of the man himself appeared in front of her. His eyes were focused on the little girl as he walked up to her. Dean crouched down to her height, hands gently placed on her shoulders. “Never go anywhere alone again. Alright?”

Does he have a daughter?

But she had never seen the girl before. Y/N was in awe as she saw the grumpy facade fade away when he talked with her. She realised that there were so many things about Dean that she truly didn't know. Maybe she had, after all, misjudged him on some petty conflicts.

“At least your kid was within the building.” Y/N said.

“Ms. L/N.” Dean regarded and turned to look at her. He shuffled on his feet which made Y/N raise a curious brow.

“Hello, Mr. Winchester.” A look of guilt with an underlying hurt flashed in his eyes when she didn't acknowledge him by his first name. He was very sure his effort at a decent apology had been appalling and it made him wince, thinking of the awfully cringy card he had curated by his own hand to convey his regrets.

“She is pwetty.” The girl tapped his knee, attracting his attention while looking at Y/N.

“Y-yeah.” Heat crept up Y/N’s neck when she heard Dean agree with the kid. A moment of awkward silence passed as Dean looked back up at the woman, this time his gaze not faltering making the woman’s cheeks warm up even more. “She is pretty, baby.”

“You are prettier. Look at you! You look absolutely stunning in that dress and hair!” Y/N jumped in deciding to not make the situation more awkward. She hoped that Dean was maintaining his usual poker face, but instead, the corner of his lips tugged up in a little smile as the girl diverted her attention to Y/N.

“Uncle De did my hair.” She said proudly and Y/N stared at Dean. Uncle De? Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought of him to be such a gentle soul. She now remembered that the last time she saw Dean, he had told her about meeting up with his brother.

“He did an excellent job, I see.” The woman said as Dean got up and stood up straight. “What's your name, pretty girl?” She looked up at Dean, as he nodded his head.

“Ava.” She muttered.

“So Ava, remember next time to not go anywhere without Uncle De’s permission. Promise?” Y/N said and walked up closer to the two humans as Ava nodded her head agreeing to her proposition, all the while Dean’s eyes trailed along the woman's every movement. He was the best in his profession and he excelled at reading his client's body languages to figure out conflict, but Y/N was like a puzzle to him right now so he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“I hope you liked the flowers.” There it was, subtle, but at least he owned up to his apology. Y/N observed him for a moment, watching as he was nervously wringing his hands together. He seemed nervous around her. This wasn't the Dean Winchester she had come to know in the last few, quite unfortunate encounters.

“I did.” Y/N wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. He tightly held Ava’s hand to not let her out of his sight.

“De-” she pouted, “Uncle De!” The said man looked down at his niece.

“Stay put for a moment, babygirl. Uncle De needs to talk to this lovely young lady. Then we can go and get ice cream, like I had promised.” He said, before looking up at Y/N. “Listen, I'm sorry for what happened that day. I did not-” Sighing, Dean said before he was unceremoniously cut off by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

His face scrunched up as he stared at his phone screen. Sucking in a deep breath, he let the phone ring until the caller reached the voicemail. He chewed on his plump, pink lip when his phone lit up with a voice message. Y/N had an instinct he was avoiding someone, maybe an ex. Dean must have had some girlfriends.

“I'm sorry, I was saying-” the phone rang again and Dean was so close to throwing the little device against the wall.

“I think you should take that, which seems important. And I would leave you with your work things. I was going out for a walk anyway. Have a good day, Winchester.” Y/N said and walked right past the man.

“Hold up!” Y/N stopped walking before turning around to face the lawyer. “I never had the intention of hurting you.”

“Then you know the story wrong.” She said, shrugging

“Well if we study closely, the scarecrow was actually very intelligent but he never realised it.” Dean shrugged.

“So you're saying that I act stupid.” This time Y/N wasn't offended but she liked watching him squirm.

“N-no I didn't mean that-” He struggled to come up with yet another apology. “Can we drop the subject of the scarecrow? Let's just pretend the story doesn't exist in this context.” Y/N chuckled at the poor man, making him shake his head lightly.

“It's okay, Dean. Go, get the kid some ice cream.” She smiled.

“Join me for a drink sometime.” Dean blurted out without thinking. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he stared at Y/N, trying to gauge her reaction.

“I never pegged you for a guy to ask me for a drink.” She raised a brow at him.

“The card and flowers were pretty lame, I agree…but I do owe you a drink, or maybe a coffee, whatever you prefer.” He said. He knew his method of apologising was crappy but at that moment it was the best he could come up with. Dean never was a man of many words and he sucked at expressing his feelings so it was near impossible for him to think of anything better than this, but now he realised it would have been much better if he would have just knocked on her door.

“Sure.” Y/N nodded.

“How does tomorrow sound? Ava will be back with my brother by then. As you can see I kind of have my hands full right now.” He smiled. Y/N pondered over the sudden change in her hot neighbour’s behaviour. If this was the way Dean chose to open up to her, then so be it.

“Tomorrow sounds good,” she smiled back.

“G-great then!” Heat crept up his neck as he looked at Ava, a bit flustered. He didn't know what her deal was but she always rendered him speechless or stumbled on his own words, trying to form a good comeback. Y/N had an effect on him that neither Jo nor Lisa had ever had on him. Her perky attitude made him want to spend any time he got with her. They were poles apart but Dean found a sense of familiarity in her.

“I won't hold back you two any longer.” Crouching in front of the girl and ruffling her brown hair, Y/N said, “Don't settle with anything less than a triple scoop.”

“Don't give her any ideas,” Dean teasingly warned, “I have no idea how to deal with a kid on a sugar rush.”

“Then don't shy away from asking for a little help. I had to babysit my cousin's kids many times. I know a thing or two about babysitting,” Y/N said.

“I'll definitely take you up on that if things get out of hand.” He said, “See you tomorrow night. Have a good day, Ms. L/N.” He grabbed Ava’s hands tightly, pulling her close as he started to walk towards the elevator. Y/N shook her head, an amused laugh leaving her lips. Some things never change.

“I think the cupcakes worked their magic!” Dean teased, sharing a laugh with Y/N over a glass of Manhattan. This was the first time she had ever seen him laugh. Apparently, he was a happy drunk.

“Some roots of jasmine, rose thorns, a pinch of pearl dust and voila! You have the friendship potion,” She barely made it through with a straight face before bursting out in fits of laughter.

“I had a feeling that there was some kind of sorcery involved.” He said, signalling for another glass for both of them.

“This one’s on me,” Y/N said, making Dean scrunch up his face in an adorable pout.

“No it's not. I'm payin’, I was the one who asked you out.” His eyes immediately widened when he realised what slipped out through his mouth. “Not like an ‘asking out’ asking out. This is-” Dean waved at the space between them “-just a gesture of goodwill.”

“You're adorable.” Y/N giggled.

“What?”

“I know this isn't a date. Just two friends hanging out on a Sunday night.” She shook her head, chuckling as the man picked up his refilled glass and took a sip.

Even if Y/N said it was platonic, the ungodly amount of time she had spent in front of her closet to pick out a perfect outfit would definitely make her rethink her answer. She had skimmed through her closet, trying to find the dress that said ‘just friends’ but to her all the dresses she owned screamed ‘I want you to fuck me’.

Nevertheless, she had settled on a simple pair of blue jeans and a crop top. But she had felt seriously underdressed when she knocked on Dean's door and it had opened to reveal the man in a jeans t-shirt and black slacks, staring at her with a smile on his face.

“Well duh! My first impression of you kinda sucked.” Y/N said.

“I did warm up to ya, didn't I?” Dean chuckled. “Another round?”

“Nuh-uh. Sparkling water for me. I don't want to show up at work tomorrow puking my guts out. And that while nursing a painful hangover? No thanks” She laughed.

“You're no fun!” He chuckled with her.

“I am no fun? What about you, Mr. Turn-down-the-volume?” She said as the bartender pushed a glass of water towards her and poured out another to the man.

“You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?” He shook his head.

“Never.”

A moment of silence passed as Y/N looked across the nightclub buzzing with people just like any other Sunday night. She never thought Dean would be the person to even know about nightclubs around the city but guess she didn't know him that well.

“You wanna head back home? I can walk with you to your place, be all gentlemanly,” he smirked. She liked this drunk version of Dean. He was happier, far more cheesy and funnier than his workaholic version.

“Of course. It's not like we live in the same apartment,” she teased. “Hey, you wanna hit the dance floor before we go back?”

His eyes widened at her sudden question. “No, I don't dance.” He shook his head furiously, clearly stating that dancing was definitely not on his agenda.

“Oh come on, don't be shy.” She said.

“Nope.”

“Fine! You are no fun!” She rolled her eyes, “Let's get outta here then.”

The walk back to their apartment was filled with drunken giggles and cheesy banter. “I had a fun time tonight. Apologies accepted.” Y/N said, unlocking the door to her home.

“Glad to know that. I couldn't have lived knowing you hate me,” Dean teased, “I had a good time as well. I really needed a break from work.”

“So you do accept that you work too much?”

“Agree to disagree.” He shrugged, leaning against the doorway, “Night, Y/N.”

She walked up to the man and pecked his cheek, making his eyes go wide at the sudden affection. He swallowed hard as she stared up at him with hooded eyes. Patting his arms lightly, she said, “Night, Dean, see you in the morning.”

“Only if you're running late.”

Chapter 5

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[kiame-sama]

Hello again lovies~ We have some more story with our favorite yandere DILF!

This is how our aggressive Yandere behaved during the third pregnancy and seeing what Killua looks like for the first time. Starting with initial conception to a bit of domestic time after birth.

As we begin with 'the making of' that indicates a good moment of +18 viewers.

WARNINGS ⚠: dub-con Lemon, cute mothering moments, hormone fluctuation, SUPER CUTE (sickeningly cute) MOMENTS, intense descriptions during birth, birthing complications, domestic moments.

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It was a cold November evening, and for once you really wished your husband was present. You curled your lip at the thought of being married to the man who held you captive, but after fifteen years it became less of a concern. If anything, you were more concerned for your two sons and how little you got to see them. You were able to spend so little time with either of them and often fretted about their well-being.

The only thing that kept you going were the far and few between visits you were able to have with them. You loved your sons and would do anything for them.

But for now, you had to figure out the best way to stay warm at night since Silva had been oddly absent for a couple of days. He had done so in the past but this time he seemed to be taking longer than usual. He refused to leave you alone at any given time, so his absence was rather unsettling.

Silva actually always kept your 'cell'  cold in the evenings as it encouraged you to be more accepting of his advances. He was basically a space-heater and- though it pains you to admit- he was extremely comfortable to curl up with. But when he was absent it was punishingly cold, and it wouldn't take long for you to break out the extra blankets.

On some occasions, you would even drag your blankets to your corner since it tended to be a little bit warmer than the reset of your cell. But for now, the blankets were warming and shielded you from the cold that flowed through your room.

You were in the mental state of somewhere between awake and asleep when you heard him. The door to your cell had made an awful noise as it closed, giving the usually stealthy assassin away. You couldn't help but feel too tired to rouse yourself in response to his presence as he entered the room.

You made a small and sleepy noise when the bed dipped down as he joined you, easily sliding beneath the blankets and reaching out to you. The moment his warm hand came in contact with your cold skin, you were pressing against him. The heat that rolled off of his body was a tempting trap that you happily snuggled into, letting the warmth seep in.

He was so damn warm and comfortable pressed against you. You wanted nothing more than to just bask in that warmth and drift off into nothing when you felt his hands slowly pushing up your shirt.

Why is it always like this? Why does he always feel the need to be inside of you every time he returns?

You should be used to it by now, given the fact it has been near 15 years since you had first been taken. Still you couldn't seem to find a routine. Regardless of that fact, he was fairly consistent with what he wanted from you.

You whined when his warm hand came up to cup your breast, the feeling oddly pleasurable to your sleep fogged mind. You barely registered the feeling of your clothes being tugged off and the cold that nipped at your skin from beyond the blanket.

"No..."

Your sleepy rejection went unheard or unnoticed by the man above you, his lips descending to your neck. You felt the faint pressure of his hips against your own paired with the bites and licks on your neck. It didn't take long for his fingers to find their way to your throbbing sex, teasing and rubbing at your entrance.

You mewled and moved your hips with his strokes, tired eyes closing. It seemed he had no patience for foreplay or much else beyond stuffing himself into your heat as you felt him lift your leg over his hip. He let out low noises of pleasure as he let his hot cock slide through your folds. Your toes curled and you let out faint moans, pushing against his chest weakly.

"Don't... I don't want.."

"Shh... Just keep your eyes closed and go to sleep."

You felt surprisingly soft lips press against your own as he slowly slid into you, the faint shot of pain rousing your mind just a bit as he bottomed out and settled. You could barely force your eyes to open as he began languidly thrusting into you, the sleepy haze in your mind heightening the feeling. You tried to force yourself to wake, but you couldn't help but let yourself get dragged deeper into sleep.

The rhythmic thrusting pulling you deeper into your haze, the low noises of moans in your ears having a near musical tone. His deep voice having such a husky hitch to it, hearing his growls and huffs as he pumped himself into you.

"My sweet wife... Just rest and let me take care of you. Be vulnerable and relax for me."

The comfortable warmth coming from his heated body against yours soothed your tense muscles, letting his firm body massage yours. The soft melody of sounds and rhythms soothing you and putting you to sleep.

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It seemed over the last month that Silva had grown rather fond of taking you in your sleep. Often you would wake just enough to feel your pleasure break over you or to feel him thrusting away into you. You were getting sick of his callous disregard for your opinion or want by fucking you while you were asleep.

Or perhaps you were just sick.

You lay on the tile floor, blanket wrapped around your exhausted figure. Somewhere in your mind you couldn't help but hope you just had the flu or something similar, but you knew that wasn't the case. You felt similar to how you did when you were pregnant with your two sons, and somewhere in your mind, you knew you were pregnant once again.

At least now Silva would leave you alone, right?

You figured you could test that theory later and get in a quick nap, but the tell-tale sound of the door opening dashed those thoughts.

"... Unwell again?"

He kneeled next to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and examined your pale face. It was as if you were experiencing a gentle touch far more willingly than you usually would, as you pressed your cheek into his hand. There was a quiet moment before he recoiled in shock.

You could barely hear his voice and only manged to pick up on a few words.

"Impossible. How could it already have unique nen so early?"

You were half tempted to question what he was talking about before you were picked up. You cried and whimpered at the loss of comfort, but Silva ignored your complaints and carried you to the large couch. You started to feel uncomfortable and warm as you lay on the plush surface, listening for Silva.

As you began to wonder if he had left without you knowing, a cool breeze began to steadily skate over your skin. The soft hum of a quiet motor reached your ears and you realized what it was. Silva must have set up a fan for you to keep your temperature down but still allow you to lay in comfort on the couch instead of the floor.

You don't know how long you lay in blissed out silence before an old and familiar voice reached your ears.

"Again? You two just breed like rabbits, don't you?"

"There's something different about this one."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at her nen."

"... How does it already have nen? It barely even has a heart-beat, it shouldn't have nen so early."

"It is different from the other two."

"This one should be monitored closely throughout the pregnancy as it grows-"

"I don't want it."

"Silva-"

"I have two sons already. I don't need another heir. I want it out of her now."

"Have you spoken with her about it?"

"I don't need to-"

It was then you decided to speak up, irritated with the back and forth jabbering. Your body, your baby, your rules.

"I'm keeping my baby. Just try and take it from me."

"(Y/n). You've already almost lost your life during delivery twice now. Do you want to chance it-"

"Just. Try. And. Take. It."

"(Y/n), stop being stubborn about this. Clearly this one is different from the other two. I don't want to risk your life again just for-"

"My womb. My baby. My decision. Not your's. Don't like it? Wear a condom for once or stop fucking me every day."

A sharp and familiar laugh split through the tension in the room, Zeno practically grinning ear-to-ear.

"Certainly have more bite to you than you did when you first got here. Figured out he won't kill you even if you snap at him? Silva, It seems your wife has spoken."

You could tell Silva was irritated with you by his clenched jaw and deep frown, but you also knew that he wouldn't punish you due to you being pregnant. It was not only a reprieve from sex, but a reprieve from his irritation.

Certainly you were going to be pleased with the months of rest from his insatiable sex-drive.

~~~~3 months in~~~~

As he had during your past pregnancies, Silva took to obsessively holding you on his lap and having you checked with every twitch or grimace.

Oddly enough, it seemed you were reacting very differently to this pregnancy than you had your other two. You couldn't help but cuddle and snuggle up with Silva any chance you got, much to his satisfaction. You became almost manic when left alone for more than ten minutes, entering into a constant state of worry. You felt the obsessive need to stockpile food as if you were worried you wouldn't be fed, even though Silva was dutifully getting your meals.

It seemed to be that you were only able to calm down from this state when he held you in his arms. Thus you rarely let him leave. When he would go to get up, you would just cling tighter to him and even shake in panic at the idea of him leaving.

It was a good thing that he refused to take contracts while you were pregnant, because leaving you alone was not an option. Not one he was willing to consider, anyway.

You still felt the usual exhaustion and unease as you did with your other pregnancies, but this was a different kind of unease. You were less concerned about how Silva would react to his new child, and more concerned about the child themselves. Something made you obsessively worry about losing your child during the pregnancy.

You knew it was likely nothing, but something just made you upset about it all. You had no concern of Silva taking your baby away- due to learning his lesson the first time- but that didn't alleviate your mind. All you could do was try to stay calm and just wait.

Somehow it soothed you that even though Silva did not want the child, he still took the time to listen to your fears and worries. He usually would assure you and tell you things will be fine and nothing bad is going to happen.

He is quite gentle with you while you're pregnant given your fragile condition. He also would not be able to withstand or tolerate your mourning should you lose the child. He would make sure the child lived just to keep you from falling into that kind of sorrow again.

His concern for your wellbeing is why he wanted to get rid of the child before you knew of its existence. He had done so in the past and managed to convince you that you were just sick when the signs began to appear. You never even knew what he had done and never realized why you had only been pregnant twice in 15 years even though he ensured to have sex with you every day.

He wanted to growl when he heard your tired voice say you wanted to keep it while he talked with his father. Well, he knew it was going to happen eventually. He could only get away with it for so long before you learned of it and desired to keep the child.

Now that you were aware of it, he would go through Hell just to keep you comfortable. He still had a bad feeling about this one though.

~~~~6 Months~~~~

You hummed softly as you ran your fingers through Silva's hair, still sniffling lightly and slowly getting your breathing under control.

You had begun having terrible nightmares and would wake up just screaming and wailing in agony. You were unusually difficult to console after waking. You never really did remember your nightmares, but you knew well enough that it was better you forgot them, given your sheer panic upon waking.

You knew Silva was still displeased with the pregnancy, but he said anything you wanted to hear to help soothe you. The first night you woke him with your thrashing and wailing, he was in a frazzled and panicked state. He couldn't figure out why you were screaming or what was wrong and being so powerless was infuriating to him.

Now he had taken to sleeping rarely and only resting for a few hours each night so he could keep an eye on you. But even with him at the ready to wake you the moment you seemed uncomfortable, there were still nights like this. Painful sobs and gasps wracking through your body as you clung to him.

Gone were the days of trying to shield your stomach from him in fear. Now you held tightly to him and pressed as close as your body would allow, stomach directly between the two of you. It was unreasonably soothing to you to hold onto him and just listen to him speak.

Weren't you supposed to hate him?

Regardless of how you felt in the past and how it felt like a betrayal now, you were not about to try to distance yourself from him. Not when his presence alone was so soothing to you in your distressed state.

His warm hands massaged your tense muscles. His soft hair was soothing between your fingers. His deep voice settling your frantic heartbeat. His firm body making you feel protected. Everything about him was what you desperately needed, and he couldn't be more thrilled.

He disliked seeing you upset, but he adored how cuddly you had become and how aggressively you clung to him. His only wish is that you continue your cuddling behavior even after the pregnancy is over.

~~~~8 months~~~~ (extra warning)

Something's not right. Something's wrong. Something's wrong. Something's wrong.

You knew it the moment you woke up, panicked and holding your stomach in agony. It was the middle of the day and Silva had stepped out not too long before you woke from your nap.

You knew something was wrong and you just screamed. Your body was filled with agony as you held your stomach, somewhere in your mind realizing that you were likely going to have to do this alone. You could barely move and the blood that coated your legs sent you into a frenzy of terror.

Pain was something you had experienced, this was something else all together. Somewhere in your mind you knew the child wouldn't be able to be born in a normal delivery. So, you did what you had to in order to save your baby.

Silva didn't keep knives around the room in order to ensure you couldn't hurt yourself, but he recently left a simple small knife on the counter before you fell asleep. It wasn't ideal, but it would damn-well have to do.

Thankfully, you had a vague idea of what to do, given the different medical books you had read over the years. You didn't feel much pain, adrenaline fueling your actions and steadying your hand. You were going to save your baby no matter what.

What felt like hours passed as you worked, propped up slightly against the couch. You knew you had done it when you heard that nasally snorting cry only newborns could make. The few things you remembered before finally passing out was a shock of white hair and piercing blue eyes cuddled up to your chest.

~~~~~~~~

Silva's brain still refused to process the events that followed when he returned to his wife's side.

He was unprepared for the snorting cries of his newborn infant and the horrific amount of blood that had no doubt come from his wife. She had been so pale with no color on her lips or face. The skin around her eyes were dark like pits and her chest barely moved.

He sat motionless with that image burned in his mind as doctors worked to save his only love. Why? Why had she done something so drastic? She should have just waited for him instead of going off the deep end.

He felt hate burning in his chest, not only for the infant but hate towards himself. He should have been there. How could he leave for so long like that? Just assuming she would still be sleeping by the time he got back. He shouldn't have left. If he had been there, none of this would have happened.

His father- as per usual- was the one who held and comforted the snorting and crying creature in his arms, refusing to allow Silva anywhere near. He knew what Silva would do to the infant if he was let near, and he wasn't about to let that happen. Not with how much potential and familial traits the infant already had.

The familial white hair and blue eyes of the Zoldyck family made the child's potential quite clear. Not to mention the overwhelming amount of nen the infant had despite being just born. The child had the nen of an adult and was likely only going to become stronger from there.

This child was the ideal Zoldyck. Zeno knew it, and Maha knew it. Silva didn't care. If he had his way that disgusting parasite would be dead by now.

He immediately stood the moment the door opened, the doctor's next words would dictate his actions from there.

"She's stable."

Almost as if his heart had been released from a vice, relief flooded his body at the news.

"It... Is a miracle she survived."

"How soon will she recover? That infant isn't worth her life to me."

"Well, there's something to that actually. Had she not done what she did, she would have died. We found that there was a complication with her dilation and that the infant was actually stuck inside of her. Had it remained that way, even for such a short amount of time, both would have died."

Now that was interesting. Silva knew that she had been worried from the very beginning even though countless checks said she would be fine. Had she known from the start of the pregnancy that something like this was going to happen? Had she been right to be concerned from the start?

Maha spoke up, now interested in the odd events that took place.

"So she was right to do what she had done to herself? She was correct in her actions?"

"Yes. Had she not done it, there would have been no saving her by the time we got to her. She is very fortunate, self performed c-sections always end in the mother passing away. This is likely a once in a million years kind of event."

Silva didn't care about their jabbering, he wanted to see his wife. He didn't stay to listen to them talk and instead immediately entered the room where she was being held.

It pained him more than words could describe to see her with so many marks and machines attached to her. But she was alive. He could work with that. Had she died, he would have... Well, no need to talk in hypotheticals.

~~~~~~~~

It had taken Illumi a moment to come to terms with the wiggling, snorting thing in his arms. This was what his mother almost died for? This pink squishy thing?

It was fascinating to him that this was why he almost lost his sweet mother. He had agreed long ago to keep an eye on any younger siblings he may have, but he would make note to watch this one closely. There had to be a reason his mom had gone through such lengths to keep this infant. He would be damned before all of her pain and suffering went to waste.

"What do you think of your little brother, Illumi?"

His mother's soft voice brought him back to the present. She was still bed-bound, but she wanted to be there when Illumi first met little Killua. He was pleased just to be able to be with her even if it meant he had to take care of the small infant in his arms.

His father stood, leaning against one of the walls and watching closely should anything happen. The similarities between them did not go unnoticed though.

"He looks like father."

"Yes... He does look a lot like your father."

Illumi knew he would never let anything happen to his little brother. He wouldn't let his mother down like that. Not with the amount of trust she's put in him.

He would ensure this child would never take on an opponent he was uncertain of defeating. He would make his mother proud of him and just how well he is taking care of his siblings.

He just hoped she wouldn't die over something like another kid. She was his mom and he didn't want her to ever be sad or to have her die any time soon.

If it meant he had to control and micro-manage his little siblings, he would.

[sofreddie]

A Good Fit (Part 1 of 2)

Summary: Jensen really wants to land this role.

Characters: Jensen x Producer!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Implied Smut

Word Count: 1,496

A/N: There will be a part 2. This story came outta nowhere and I just had to write it down. Let me know what you think.

Jensen took a deep breath as he stood in front of the closed door, his hands clutching the script to the role of a lifetime - an upcoming show called Supernatural. He wanted this role, bad.

The only thing that stood between him and the role was the producer, Y/N Y/L/N.

She - yes, she - was the producer, the top of the food chain, the one that made and unmade careers.

Taking on an air of confidence that was mostly acting, Jensen knocked firmly on the door. Hearing a feminine voice call out to him, he opened the door, closing it behind him. He stood, script held tightly in his hands, and took several confident steps towards the stunning woman behind the desk.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Jensen stated, "I'm Jensen Ackles and I wanted a chance to talk to you about this role," he stated, more confidently than he felt. He gingerly set the script on her desk and patiently waited for her response.

She sat back in her chair, legs crossed, her expression unchanging as she just stared at him. He felt like he was coming unglued under her gaze. Finally, she looked away, clearing her throat as she sat forward and grabbed for the script. She barely gave it a glance before she tossed it back on the desk and casually leaned back in her chair.

"No."

"N-no?" Jensen repeated quietly in shock. He expected they'd at least have a professional conversation about it. I mean, there's a certain level of courtesy to these sorts of things. Usually.

"No," she repeated, "I don't think you're a good fit for this role," she shrugged, then sat back straight, returning her attention to her computer.

Jensen needed this role. And Y/N's clear dismissal of him just…pissed him off. But what could he do? Gaping like a fish and unsure what to say when she made him feel three-feet-tall, he reluctantly retrieved the script and left the office. There had to be some way to convince her.

He just knew he was perfect for this role.

Jensen sighed as he relaxed back onto the couch, accepting the ice-cold beer Jared handed to him.

"So, how'd the meeting go?" Jared asked with barely restrained excitement. He knew his friend was perfect for the role.

"She said no," Jensen breathed out, taking a healthy gulp of his beer.

"That's it?" Jared asked with a furrowed brow.

"That's literally it," Jensen nodded, "I walked in, introduced myself, said I wanted to talk about the role. She just stared at me all cold and said 'no'," he shrugged, but Jared knew he really, really wanted this role.

"I heard she'd gotten a bit brusque after her divorce a few months ago, but I didn't realize she was letting it affect her work. That's so unlike her," Jared said, suddenly concerned. He had known and worked with Y/N a lot over his blossoming career, which is why he encouraged Jensen to talk to her, to begin with.

"Probably needs to get laid," Jensen scoffed with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't usually so callous, but he was seriously pissed.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Jared's head and he flashed a grin at his friend.

"So…show her you're made for the role," he suggesting, grinning lewdly and wiggling his brows for emphasis. Jensen huffed a laugh, shaking his head at the obvious nonsense, "I'm serious," Jared elaborated, "You're right, she probably does need to get laid. And Dean Winchester is a ladies' man. So…show her how Dean would handle the situation."

Jensen listened to his friend's words, letting them settle in his mind. He wasn't so sure about the 'getting laid' part. But he could definitely walk in there, in character, and introduce her to the real Dean Winchester.

Y/N rummaged through her handbag looking for her keys as she exited the office building. She began walking the familiar steps towards where she parked her car when she saw him.

Jensen Ackles - who had visited her a few days before - was leaning against the side of the building. He had one leg propped against the building, his back leaning against the wall casually. As soon as he spotted her, a bright and boyish grin split his face. It was almost blinding.

He had a swagger about him that wasn't there before. He exuded a confidence that made him seem even bigger and broader than before - and he was no small man, to begin with.

Her eyes trailed over his attire. It was as if he'd walked out of a concept sketch: boots, jeans fitting just right, black t-shirt with an open button-down, and a worn leather jacket. As she met his eyes once more, she couldn't help clenching her thighs.

"I thought I told you that you weren't a fit for the role," Y/N managed to find her voice, surprised at its strength. When she first met Jensen, she thought he was too pretty, too heartthrob for the role of the rugged bad-boy Dean Winchester. Jensen was still handsome as ever, but now he looked rougher around the edges, more worn and world-weary in a way. Yet that bright, child-like innocence still sparkled in his eyes with a hint of mischief.

"If you give me the chance," he spoke for the first time, deepening his voice for the character, leaning into her personal space enough to be flirtatious without being pushy, "I'll show you just how good I fit," he smirked, before licking his lower lip into his mouth and biting down.

His confidence grew as he watched her, first entranced by his eyes, then staring at his mouth. Her breathing picked up a little. She had to admit, he was suddenly oozing all the confidence and sex appeal the character called for.

"You really think you're a good fit?" she purred, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt before giving him a challenging smirk, "Prove it, Dean."

"Dean doesn't work that way, Sweetheart," he leaned in teasingly, seeing that he had her hooked, neediness flickering in her eyes, "You don't get me until I get the job," he breathed out, his lips hovering over hers teasingly.

"Who says I'm convinced you're the man for the job? There's plenty of others," she tried to sound confident, but her words were breathy despite herself. It had been so long since someone made her feel this way.

"Sweetheart, there ain't no other men like me," he growled lightly, his hands wrapping around her lower back and tugging her up against him. He was worried that maybe he was pushing a little too far - getting a little too into his role - but the desperate whine she let out when he pressed her body against his let him otherwise.

"Jensen-"

"Say it," he interrupted her, his lips hovering millimeters from her skin as he ghostly trailed along her jaw and neck, his breath panting against her skin.

"Come up to the office," she breathed out, "We'll sign the contract," she offered, looking into his mesmerizing eyes, "I-I'm convinced," she swallowed hard, pulling from his grasp, "Y-you're Dean."

He smirked, staring at her lips before flickering back to her eyes, "After you," he grinned, stepping aside and gesturing for her to lead the way. She took a deep breath, gathering her bearings, before standing tall and striding back into her office.

She was all too aware of his eyes on her as she walked through the lobby of the building, and as they rode silently up in the elevator - an obvious tension building. As she heard her office door click shut behind her, she grew tense, not knowing what to expect.

Clearly, he was flirting with her before. But that was for the role. To convince her he was Dean Winchester. Well…it worked. She was most definitely convinced. She felt a little better having confidence in the fact that soon, millions of women would most likely be squirming, just like her.

His eyes remained trained on her as she readied the contract, passing it over for him to review. The minutes seemed to stretch on forever, the silence deafening.

"You know," she said as he signed the contract and passed it back to her with a winning grin, "You don't have to - I don't expect -" she sighed, shaking her head.

Jensen was surprised. She was this confident, intimidating, powerful woman. But at that moment, she was a stunningly gorgeous woman who was clearly affected by his routine. Feeling a little bold, and letting Dean guide him, Jensen stepped around the desk, slowly so she could anticipate his approach. When he reached her, he gently pulled her to her feet.

Her eyes were locked on his, wondering what he was going to do. He smiled kindly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"That's a shame," he breathed out, "I was hoping I could show you how good a fit I am," he smirked devilishly.

PART 2

Forevers:

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