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tempesthound · 2 years ago

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A/N: Soldier Boy x F!Reader. Smut. Drugs. This SB is probably OOC, but it's from his POV and he is a POS, okay? I’m really focusing on the "I fucking loved you" vibe he gave CC and figured he was capable of it. This is probably a more redeemable version of Ben.

In Russia, he dreams of you.

He dreams of your face in such detail that it is as if a photo of it is pinned to his eyelids. He tastes you in his sleep. He remembers you even when he does not remember himself.

In Russia, he understands he was in love. He wonders if he is dead now. Sometimes they wake him up, and there is only Hell. There is ice and the brutal bite of vodka being poured down his throat. There are bullets fired behind his teeth and he chokes on the cordite and the smoke.

“Don’t die, Ben.”

“As if I could...”

***

At first, he is led to believe you were part of the little coup that sent him to the Soviet pigs. The possibility fucking hurts. It hurts worse than anything they could have done to him in that lab. After all, you’d been there since Normandy.

A young, pretty nurse pumped full of V to be his counterpart.

I’m the damn Bride of Frankenstein.

You’re beautiful, baby doll.

But the years morphed into a revolving door, and they’d fight or fuck or both. They’d leave each other for long periods of time while still maintaining the facade that they were fated. He bedded movie stars and pin-ups. He lived in the Hollywood Hills, doing quaaludes and having orgies.

You had a threesome with Brando and Dean. Newman. Gable.

They were perfect hero cut-outs from “The Greatest Generation.” Vought demanded that they play “Leave it to Beaver,” “I Love Lucy,” and “The Way We Fucking Were.”

Soldier Boy and Black Magnolia.

Others joined the team. Others came and went. Another movie or poster. Another guest-star appearance. A home in Malibu. Cocaine-fueled hate-sex. Herogasm. Cuba. Vietnam. The Cold War. D.A.R.E. commercials.

He gets with Crimson Countess to piss you off. He pretends they’ll settle down. He rubs it in your face because he doesn’t know how else to possess you. He can’t cuff you. He can’t wrap his arms around you and keep you under him.

Still - it’s you he dreams of in Russia.

***

He seeks you out first. His grief is a living thing. It pulses inside him. It blinds him. It isn’t anger. It is a debilitating sadness that you would do this to him. You never came.

I prayed for you. I prayed for you every second of every hour.

He finds you in your New York penthouse. You’re completely the same. Not a single wrinkle. Not a hair out of place. You’re wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt with not a stitch of make-up. Gone are the bell-bottoms and the shoulder pads and the slinky, beaded gowns.

“Mags,” he says and you drop your glass.

It’s the look on your face that does it. It’s that twisted expression of disbelief and then tears and then joy.

“Oh my god,” you whisper before lunging at him. Initially, he thinks you’re trying to attack him, but instead, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You tuck your face under his jaw. “Ben.”

With his hand fitted to the nape of your neck and your heart pounding relentlessly in beat with his own, he realizes that you hadn’t known.

“I felt you,” you murmur as the both of them slide to the floor. Your mouth tastes like vodka, his hand cradles the back of your skull as he lays you down. He’s rarely ever been gentle with you. He does it now. “I-I felt you out there. I begged Vought to look…I tried to get the others, and no one…no one wanted to help me.”

"I'm here," he states adamantly, hovering above you, his breath puffing against your cheek. I'm here. He repeats the phrase in the swiss-cheese, fried meat of his brain as if he is convincing himself, as well.

He kisses you frantically, his lips opening over yours, his tongue sliding along the roof of your mouth. You fist his hair. You start crying again. “I searched for you for years.”

The mantra is now a prayer of sorts as you gaze up at him with that familiar starlet expression. Sandra Fucking Dee.

I tried…I really tried…Ben.

“I believe you,” He parts your thighs with his body. He rips your jeans. He sucks marks into your neck and holds you close to him. Your eyelashes flutter and his mouth worships you - does everything he had done in his dreams. He latches to your nipple, wetting it with his tongue, teasing it with his teeth.

“Fuck,” he rumbles. “I missed these tits.”

You laugh, punching him in the shoulder. “You haven’t changed.”

He glances up at as he releases your puffy, slick nipple with a pop. “You haven’t either.” He strokes your face sweetly, his finger smoothing the skin of your cheek. “You haven’t aged a day…fucking gorgeous as ever.”

Your head falls back on the floor with a thump. “I missed you.”

He sits back on his heels so he can pull the shredded remains of your jeans down your legs. He forces your thighs open before shoving his face crudely against your panty-covered pussy. He inhales and your hips cant against his face. “Shit…shit…I fucking missed this, too. Best damn pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.” He nuzzles against your belly as he grins up at you. “...and fucking.”

You roll your eyes. “So you missed my tits and my cunt. Your tone is ruthlessly flat. “Wonderful.”

“No,” he protests, shaking his head as climbs back up your body and kisses you again. “Of course, I missed you.” He kisses your nose. “Dreamt of you.” He kisses your chin - your lips. “I thought of you when they pumped me full of fucking poison.” His voice grows thick despite himself. He clenches his jaw as he is plagued by those terrible memories; something hot builds in his chest before he tamps it down. He breathes deep and tilts his head, eyes raking down your face that is still damp with tears. “You were the only thing that made it bearable.”

With that confession, the air between them changes. The space grows molten, the tension bulldozed by a longing that aches.

Wordlessly, your hands find his belt as he grips your underwear and splits it with a curl of his finger. You grasp him roughly, and he hisses at the familiar pressure of your touch. You know him inside and out. You know every damn insecurity he had. You know all of his lies and half-truths and hopes that had long since decayed. You know about his father.

When he strokes you between your legs, you’re already soaked. It isn't surprising. No one ever got as wet as you. Your supple, power-upped body blossoming with vitality. Your cells regrowing in seconds, inches, everywhere at once. He could not get you out of his system. Their lives were tangled. They were born together. They were molded together.

Fuck me, Ben. Please - I can’t breathe without you.

That’s the ecstasy, doll.

Maybe a little.

When he pushes into you, he groans. He hasn’t felt a slick, hot cunt like this in a long damn time. You’re tight as a fist and he’s always been enhanced in that department. He draws all the way out before shoving himself back in, punching you up the floor. Your back scrapes the carpet. Your nails bite into his shoulders.

It’s an erotic sight. Your t-shirt split in two. Your bra rucked under your tits. He’s still in his armor as he pins you beneath him. His pants are bunched around his thighs, no doubt chafing your skin with each snap of his hips.

He swallows your moan, tongue dipping and stroking as he kisses you fiercely. His pace is punishing and possessive. He grabs your wrist, smacking it against the floor so violently that the wood cracks into shards. Your bones creak under his strength, but you smile. You angle yourself to meet him thrust for thrust. Your legs are hooked around his waist and he just might blow his load at the sound of your cunt squelching on the fat length of his dick.

“Jesus,” he husks. “You’re a wet little thing.”

“For you,” You comb your fingers through his hair as your walls pulse and spasm around him. “Only you.”

That’s a lie. He’s sure of it.

Still - it makes him feel better.

He slithers his hand down between them, resting his palm above your cunt. “How deep am I getting, baby doll?”

“It almost hurts,” you mewl, your teeth glittering like a predator’s. “Fuck - you’re splitting me in half.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

He slides his hand lower, tracing the area where your puffy cunt is stretched around his cock. He likes it. He likes to feel how he can ruin you - open you up. He wants to see. He draws back, bracing his weight on his forearms, lifting himself higher and dropping his head to stare at where he’s disappearing inside you. You look small as you take it. His cock and the hair at his groin are visibly shiny with you.

“Shit, baby,” he grunts. “Need me to make you come, yeah?”

You nod, your mouth parting around a uhuhuh with every thrust. He smirks, pulling out of you and flipping you onto your hands and knees. He spanks you hard enough to leave a seconds-long bruise before he’s sinking back into your fucked-open pussy. His hand moves between your legs, fingertips circling your perky little clit as you shove back against him. You clench, a whine erupting from your throat as he coaxes you to orgasm. Your back arches and he chuckles, fucking you fiercely - palm flattening to your shoulder blades to push you down, so he has your ass in the air.

“Jesus-fuck-shit-fucking-fuck,” His pace rolls into something messy, his hips stuttering against your thighs, and then it’s over. He’s filling you up with a decades-long pent-up load and you accept it beautifully. He watches as it oozes out of you. He traces it - pushes some back in like he could mark you. You shiver, spreading your legs more for him.

His heart hurts.

You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. No matter who else has been in your bed - it’s always been me just as I’ve been yours.

***

He lies next to you on the floor, his pants around his knees. His flaccid dick out as he curls his arm around your shoulders, letting you rest your cheek against his chest.

He wants some coke. He wants a bottle of terrible whisky.

But he wants revenge more.

“What happened to the others?” he finally asks.

You snort. “I left Payback after I was told you died. I hated myself for so long for not going on that Nicaragua mission.” You trace a circle over his hip, sighing. “Thought I could have saved you. Fucking Countess rubbed it in my face - acted like you’d sacrificed yourself for her or some shit.”

He tightens his grip on your shoulders before dropping a kiss on the crown of your head. “You had to know that wasn’t true…we…we were more than that. Crimson was a distraction.”

“We were fighting then,” you remind him. “I can’t even remember what it was about - something ridiculous. I was mad. You were mad. We didn’t talk for months, and then you died.”

Anger really begins to build inside him. Fury. They had lied to you. They had made you doubt him. They had made you unhappy. He was, admittedly, a fucking asshole, but he did love you. You were it.

“They betrayed me,” he reveals. “I don’t have the details, but I have bits of information. They fucked me - sold me to the Russians.”

Under his arm, you go rigid before suddenly lifting yourself up on your elbows. You look down at him - your eyes narrowed to slits. It gives him a shiver. “Excuse me?”

He tells you everything he remembers: the attack that has come back to him in flashes, being subdued by his team, the Russians, the torture, the cold tomb that kept him in a state of delirium.

Your expression is a bright with emotion. It morphs from disgusted to horrified to distraught as you digest the story he gives you.

After a long, agonizing silence, you swallow thickly. You wipe the tears out of your eyes before your lips split into a lethal smile. “I have their locations…I have resources. We can find them.”

His hand finds the hinge of your jaw, and he draws you down for a kiss so tender that Vought would have branded it across a billboard.

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tempesthound · 2 years ago

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The Cold Shoulder

(Previous Part)

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Not requested. Second part to ‘Frostbite’ from last year, couldn’t not put out at least a little something for Christmas/new year. This starts off a little after the last one ended.

Desc: You and Spike are happily spending the holidays together, recovering from the Scooby Christmas party when a visitor approaches to turn your sleepy celebrations upside down. Will you and Spike make it to the new year? Not if Mr Frosty has anything to do with it.

Warning: Swearing. Some festive violence.

There was a chill in the air, the kind that made your hairs stand on end. There was frost on the ground but this had no effect on the current temperature. The dump was still, it was a silent night to all concerned in the town adjacent to this place. Sunnydale appeared calm in the days following the 25th.

But nobody could see the dark forces that stirred around the dump, stray litter whipping into a frenzy as the wind whistled through the hills made from people’s waste. Here lay the forgotten, the unwanted and the damned.

There was no Christmas cheer here. No good will. No merriment. This was the end of the road.

There, lying on top of the tallest pile of refuse, a deflated Christmas decoration. It had once been a snowman, that had stood at almost 6 feet. Crushed baubles surrounded him, the carving knife still left in his deflated corpse where there was a large slit down his middle. This was arranged as if a festive crime scene.

Mr Frosty.

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tempesthound · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday Love

Spike x Reader Fic

Warnings: 18+ only!! Female reader, This fic has oral s*x, s*x, swearing, alcohol mention, drug mention, jealous/possessive spike, spike referring to himself as daddy (LOL only once tho, it’s in canon so I had to include it cause he so WOULD ), blood mention, blood drinking, biting

Summary: In a relationship for the very first time, Reader wants to introduce her boyfriend Spike to her group of friends at her upcoming birthday party. Will it be a birthday to remember? Find out!

Authors note: Hi everyone! It’s finally here. THANK YOU for the likes on the sneak peek, it really encouraged me to pop this thing out. Now to the fic- SO there is no chip situation in this fic I totally ignored it so spike could drink your blood lol. Nor do I specify which season Spike this is (although in my mind I was picturing s6 spike cause 😛) This fic was purely self indulgent, I’ve been a spike girlie for like 10 years and decided to write a spikexreader fic I always wanted. First time writing smut too so hopefully it’s okay 🙈 Please comment, like, etc. if you enjoy!!

“Stop moving, you’re gonna mess them up!”

“Pet– I don’t want them to look perfect. Ruins the image. ”

Exasperated, you huff at Spike but continue trying to paint his nails as carefully as you can. The two of you are sitting criss cross on his rug on the floor of his crypt bedroom. Spike is bare with only a sheet wrapped around his lower half while you are adorned in one of his black tees and undies.

After you and your vampire lover had finally pulled your writhing bodies apart, you laid in the soft haze of your love making. You were running your fingers through his bleached locks when his head popped up and he suddenly asked, “wanna paint my nails love?”

Of course you said yes without a moment’s hesitation.

You absolutely loved when Spike’s nails were painted. You could gaze at his hands all day. They were just so pretty. The hands that treated only you with care, made you feel safe, made you feel beautiful—worshiped.

But someone was making the task at hand hard with all his fidgeting.

“Spikee”, you say, playfully drawing out his name. “You asked me to paint your nails—something I never get to do—so I want them to look nice for just a sec. Plus! They’ll just naturally get messed up when you’re fighting some dude.”

He snorts and looks at you amusedly. “Don’t fight dudes love, fight demons.”

“Yeah yeah whatever, same diff.” You roll your eyes. “Isn’t it cooler to mess your nails up in some bloody, violent carnage than it is if I just intentionally mess them up while you lay there all pretty?”

“Bloody violent carnage you say?” He purrs as he leans forward into your space. “My girl knows me so well doesn’t she?”

“Yes I do”, you state matter of factly, nodding all businesslike in agreement. He grins proudly at your response.

“Anyways– where were we? Oh I know. Shush and stay still so I can finish,” you laugh, grabbing his hand again to resume your painting.

“What? I can’t talk?”

“Nope!”, you quipp, popping the ‘p’, “You’ll just distract me.”

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tempesthound · 2 years ago

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Ooh, I’d love to see Homelander with a reader who has really good regenerative abilities (from their blood and DNA). They could be Vought’s healing rat for tests and stuff. They can also find comfort in each other from being Vought’s puppet and plaything.

I tried to go for an protective verging on possessive vibe. Hope you guys enjoy the fic!

Title: His Healer

Warnings: abuse of America's healthcare system

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftskhu35

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian

You hugged your knees to your chest as you looked at the people entering Madelyn’s office. She gave you what you guessed was meant to be a charming smile but in reality it chilled you to the bone. You quickly looked away and at the whiteboard that was being set up. It was rare that you were allowed out of your floor. Vought had declare you too precious to go outside without strict supervision. However, that didn’t stop them from hurting you. They could get very creative, in ways that you didn’t know humans could go.

“So y/n,” said Madelyn eventually, “How have you been?”

“Oh y’know,” you shrugged and scratched at your wrist, where an IV had been moments before, the mark already healing, “The usual.”

“Good. Good. I’m sure you’d like to know why you are here today.”

“Well… Yeah?”

Madelyn got up from behind her desk and walked over to you. You looked at her suspiciously as she sat down next to you.

“Marketing has a presentation they want you to watch.”

“As you know,” one of the marketing guys got up and approached the whiteboard, “You are a vital part of the Vought family. The glue that holds the Seven together.”

“The healing grace that mends broken bones and stitches skin back together.” Said the other

You winced slightly at that. You remembered the training sessions. The amount of broken bones you had to repair when Black Noir went too far. You hated the sound of bones cracking back together, seeing blood seep back into bodies… It wasn’t as fun or as glamorous as Vought made it out to be.

“I mean,” the first guy shrugged, “Who doesn’t want healing powers in this day?”

“Medical bills being so high.” Said Two as he nodded sadly

“So we came up with this!”

One pulled away at the cover and displayed the board at you. Madelyn smiled widely at you while you looked at it in horror.

“Medicine.” You said weakly

“No,” said One, “Definitely not medicine.”

“Highly recommended vitamins,” said Two, “Approved by some of the country’s top doctors.”

“And,” One gestured to you, “The healing angel of Vought. Who doesn’t want to be touched by grace? To have you, personally, help them through their time of need?”

“With these pills,” said Two, “You too can have the healing powers of y/n helping you out.”

“Branding subject to change.” Said One with a shrug

“Woah wait,” you jumped to your feet and looked around the room, “My powers? Are you saying that my DNA is going to be in these pills? Is that legal? Is that safe?”

“No,” said One quickly, “Not your DNA.”

“Just heavily implied. Everyone knows that your powers can’t hurt anyone.” Said Two

“Y/n,” said Madelyn firmly, “Sit down. This has nothing to do with you.”

“My face is going to be on that bottle!”

“It’s already been approved.” Madelyn continued

“Without my permission!”

“Y/n, honey,” Madelyn stood up and cupped your cheeks, “Do you really think-“

“What’s going on here?”

Everyone in the room froze as Homelander marched in. The noise on his boots was the only sound in the room and the people from marketing shrunk back as he approached the board. Homelander studied it, his face eerily blank, before he said,

“What is this?”

“Just some new products,” said Madelyn as she dropped her hands, “Getting y/n’s points up.”

“I thought we agreed,” Homelander continued, “That you wouldn’t touch her.”

“The board decided-“

“And I decided,” Homelander interrupted, “That this,” he pointed at the poster, “Would not happen.”

He walked over to you and grabbed your arm. When he noticed you wince he loosened his grip but didn’t let go. Instead he pulled you against his chest and turned you around to look back at the poster. You wrinkled your nose and it and Homelander bent don’t and whispered in your ear,

“Don’t worry. You’ve always got me.”

A flash of red light caused you to immediately close your eyes. There was a yelp of shock and the sudden smell of burning. You heard Madelyn sigh from behind you and when you opened your eyes the poster was destroyed. The marketing guys were cowering in the corner but Homelander ignored them. Instead he scooped you into his arms and marched out of the door.

“We’ll be discussing this later.” Madelyn called

“No we won’t.” Homelander yelled back

He didn’t put you down until he was back in you room. You could feel your face burning the entire journey, people staring at you as Homelander carried you like a child. When you got back to your room he gently put you on your bed before burying his face against your stomach. You put your hand on his head and laced your fingers through his hair.

“I shouldn’t have let them do that,” Homelander’s voice was muffled against your stomach, “You were gone and I panicked.”

“I’ll always be here.” You muttered softly

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.”

“Shh,” you closed your eyes as you relaxed against the pillows, “I’m here. They haven’t hurt me.”

Homelander looked up at you, his eyes glowing faintly red. You both knew that wasn’t entirely true. You felt the corners of your mouth twitch as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I’ll kill them all if they ever did,” he said as he held your hand and laced your fingers together, “All of them. I don’t care how many bodies there’ll be as long as you’re happy.”

“You don’t need-“

“I will,” he squeezed you hand, “Remember what they did to us? We’re all we have. Remember that.”

You sighed and nodded.

“I do,” you said softly, knowing that he was right, “I do.”

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tempesthound · 4 years ago

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I tilt my body to the side as I move my motorcycle between the dead cars on the highway; the wind hits the top half of my face, making my eyes water a little. I have to slow my bike to a stop as I got to the highest point on this stretch of road. I could see just what I had come to: a traffic jam. Pulling my hood off my head, I take a drink from my canteen, swishing the stale water around in my mouth before swallowing. It had been a month tops since humanity’s extinction event, and looking around, you would think it had been years. I look inside the car beside me; a corpse laid forward, its head on the steering wheel. It had smashed into the front end of the vehicle. I guessed this lady must have broken her neck upon impact. Pulling my scarf over my nose, I grab my hunting knife and open the door, dragging the lady out. I gagged a little as I searched her body, then the inside of the car. A box of pop tarts under the driver’s seat bless whoever is listening. Popping the trunk, I find a knitted blanket, some chapstick, a backpack with some girl products, which is always an excellent find. I check a few more cars and find a few things before I siphon some gas into my bike. It gave me a few minutes to think about it before.

“Ali, be careful. I heard about some strange attacks happening lately; why don’t you extend your brake a little, tell these attacks to cool down,” Sam says as she touches my arm with a concerned look in her eyes. I sigh, and roll my eyes as I lean on the hood of my car. “I will be fine. My dad didn’t spend years and hours training me just for me to fail at stopping some attacker. Also, I worked too hard to get into this college not to go; I’ll be fine, and it’s just four days from here. If it gets crazy, I’ll come back out to this middle of Nowhere town.”

I should have stayed looking back now; it wasn’t even three weeks later that the world went to hell; I had been making my way back to my hometown. My entire life, I had made jokes about being ‘Zombie apocalypse ready,’ so when I saw the signs, I emptied my bank account on supplies. Water purifiers, battery packs, a few MRE rations, first aid kits, things like that. Then I got in my car and drove, staying off the highways. I headed for the backwoods, but first, I had to go through Missouri. There I lost my car but gained my bike, which I hated for the exposure but loved the gas I saved using it. I heard about the safe zone in Atlanta. Did I believe in it? No. Shaking my head, I cap off my small gas can and strap it down in the saddlebag that I had on the side of my bike, putting everything else in my bag. I get on my bike and start it up. I look around before I take off-putting in one headphone. I start my music, something I had because of several battery packs that were my veritable treasures to keep my phone working for as long as possible.

I slowly drove up to what looks like it was once a camping zone. I parked my bike against a tree. I cover it in the tattered blanket. Then I climbed the tree, wrapping a rope around myself to keep myself from falling out. “Best place to sleep for tonight,” I say as I bunker down, wrapping my arms around myself along with a heavy hoodie for warmth.

Nights like this always made me think back to the good times, times before the dead were ripping into every living creature.

I turn on the news it was, talking about violent attacks worldwide for the past few days. The attacks didn’t sound like they were going to let up soon.

As the news on the riots ended, I shake my head; this was like the start of a cliché horror movie. People broke into Walmarts, riots in food stores, people stalking up on guns and the needed ammo.

“Uncle Jhonny is laughing in his grave now,” I say to my mom, who is humming away in the kitchen, my youngest brother Luke, on her hip like the monkey he was. “Alice!” my mother lightly scolds me. “He called it; he said we would kill ourselves before anything else” I look at the photo of a fiery red-haired male with a smile stretched cheek to cheek as he holds a golden-haired girl with matching green eyes. That was one of the good days when cancer hadn’t eaten away at his bones and taken his mind. “You remind me of him; all his crazy theories filled your head, Rabit” I turn to face the angelic voice of my mother, her little monkey fast asleep in her arms, a smile on her face as she called me that.

Looking back now, it was days like this that I would miss the simple days, days at home with Luke and Mom. Days when my only trouble was school and work; Now I had to worry about walkers and, worst of all, those who survived.

I lean my head back against the tree; I ignore the tears running down my dirty face. Once clean, pale, freckled skin now always smeared with dirt and sweat. The golden blonde hair my mother loved a greasy mess. No, I knew tonight the demons in my mind would keep me awake.

Faster move, don’t stop, don’t look back, when someone is chasing you, you never look back, it raises the risk of you tripping over something in front of you. The words of my trained military father fill my head. My lungs cry out for air, my legs are all but jelly under me, but I can’t risk stopping now. They are too close. The screeches and groans of the man-eaters chasing me are enough to push me past the limits of my weak body. Days of rationing, my food, and water have left me malnourished. So I force myself until the air I’m taking in no longer reaches my brain or muscles. The branches of trees cut at my exposed skin as I push them out of my way, growing dizzier. I jump over a fallen log and stumble as I reach the other side, my legs finally giving out on me.

The once faint sounds of the walking dead now all too close, The dead woman trips over the log falling on top of me, its jaws snapping at me, its grotesque graying skin falling off in places, hollow eyes stare at me, dried pieces of something in its teeth. Reaching for the hunting knife in my boot, I use one hand to hold it by its throat as my hand easily slips through the decaying flesh above me. I turn my head and, using all the force I can, slamming my knife through the temple of the thing’s head, the spray of black blood that hits my cheek and chest is thick and smells worse than rotten eggs. This dead thing that was once alive woman falls like the dead weight she is. I pull myself from under her and lean against the log. The other dead seem to have forgotten me or too far behind for my exhausted body to care.

I don’t know how long I sat there, slowly letting my body catch up to my mind, letting it rest. I had run over five miles of unknown terrain on a body that hasn’t eaten or drank anything in three days. I sat there staring at the dead thing. It had the burned body of a woman. Half her face is gone. It was missing some hair, and it smelled of rotten pork, which made my stomach grumble in emptiness. I pull my bag and look in it. I had a protein bar half-eaten and half a water bottle with boiled river water in it. “Yummy,” I say half heartily.

The woman she probably hadn’t turned over three weeks ago, maybe four. I shake my head and stand my legs, only wobble a little before they decide to work with me instead of against me. My lungs no longer feel like they will jump out of my chest, and my throat doesn’t feel like it’s bleeding. I finish my water, shoving the bottle in my bag—no need to add litter to the decaying world.

Keeping my eyes and ears open as I’m walking munching on the protein bar, it wasn’t more than maybe half an hour when I hear the men’s voices, the sounds of their heavy footfalls and wolf whistles that fill the air in a dangerous song. I stop moving the sound of my feet on the dry leaves on the ground go silent, but the others take a moment, dropping my bar. My movements are quick reaching for the pistole that I had in a hostler on my hip. I pull it out, cock it, and keep walking. Spotting one man, then another, I can hear one more before I pick up my pace, and I sprint. That’s when the chorus of cheers and the chase truly began.

The men are faster than the bitters are they can think and plan when I zig, they zag, I dance through the woods, monitoring the two men at my sides, not daring to slow down, I’m coming up to an opening in the trees, no place to hide, no safety. It’s a battleground. As I break through the woods, I feel two arms grab me wrapping in me in a menacing hug.

I slam my foot down and throw my head and elbows back. I hear the satisfying crunch and groan of an injured man.

“Bitch” The unknown man says as I jump forward, the gun pointed at the man’s head.

“Back off, I know how to use this,” I growl out. I keep backing away from the man, his buddies showing up, their weapons raised. They all looked like the stereotype of an inbreed hilly billy, ratty matted, unwashed hair, and overalls. One even had a potbelly, the man who grabbed me had smelled like he never washed even before the downfall of humanity., none of them had guns. Still, three against one isn’t in my favor, no matter the training, not when my body wasn’t at its peak.

“Three against one honey, come with us nice and quiet, and maybe just maybe you get out of this alive” Lie, I won’t survive what they have planned for me, my body might survive, but my mind won’t. I pull the trigger and shoot the man who grabbed me.I can’t hesitate not when my life is on the line.

“MATTIE, You killed my brother!” Pot-belly yelled he came at me first, and I shot him in his chest twice with two quick pulls of the trigger. I had three bullets left with Potbelly down. I quickly aim at the other one. He came at me at once. Brown hair sticking to his sweaty skin, his arms spread out wide. I brace myself for the hit from him. He takes me to the ground, my gun falling from my hands and away from the us.

He hits my sides and face as I struggle under his weight; I bring my knee up between his legs as he grabs at my leather jacket, pulling at it, trying to tear it off my body; just as my knee reaches his third leg, he holds my hair. Pulling it as he groans, I claw at his face as he slams his fist on my face again. When I scream, he hits my head into the ground. I use my arm to feel around for my knife, my finger brush against the smooth metal at my thigh; he holds my arm down, stopping my movements; I squirm myself under the man as he feels up my body pulling at my thin tee shirt. I bring my head up and slam it against his face. I feel the blood run down my forehead. He falls backward, and groans as my fingers hook around the hilt of the hunting knife. I jump on top of him and slam the blade into the man’s face three times; I bring it down until he stops moving bright red blood, sprays against my face covering my hands and chest, my jacket hangs loosely off my shoulder, my white shirt torn and bloody. I’m still on top of the dead man when I hear a whistle.

“Well, damn, look at these boys” The voice was cocky, and as I turn, I can see why he was tall with a thick beard and messy black hair, a leather jacket hung with grace off his shoulders, a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it like a Christmas tree lights in his left hand. He screamed Alpha male; he was dangerous. The five men behind him didn’t intimidate me as much as he did and the guns they all held.

“Take one step closer. I fucking dare you” I spit out a mix of my blood my victims and slowly stand adrenaline coursing through my veins, my blood knife held in my hand.

“Now wait a damn minute, we’re not here to hurt you, Doll,” Alpha male said as I move away from my bloody victim, picking up the gun not a few inches away from where I shot Potbelly, who was groaning and moving again. I slam my booted foot down on his head over and over, cursing him to hell.

“Then I can leave you and your men, stay there, bury your friends here, and I will go. They would be alive if they didn’t try to kidnap and then rape me.” I feel my adrenaline high slowly coming down; my body suddenly feels very heavy after killing the last attacker I need to get out of here. I walk away from the bodies. My gun still pointed at the Alpha man and his team.

“Names Negan Doll and those sad sacks of shit ain’t my men Number one rule to run with me, no rape,” Alpha man or rather Negan says.

“Then you’re not here because I just brutely beat and shot your men,” I say, lowering my weapon and taking a deep breath, the entire ordeal finally catching up to my brain. I have just been violated, it hasn’t even been a month since the world ended, and people were already taking and killing people. I had just killed someone. I killed three someone’s

“No, in fact, I like a woman who can handle herself,” Negan said his men, relaxing at the sight that I had lowered my gun on their boss. Negan takes this as a sign to walk closer to me. He was a good foot taller than me and huge muscles, no fat on his body covered in denim and leather. Almond brown eyes and a dimple smirk.

“God, Doll, you’re a mess; how about you come with my men and me? We have a nice little house not too far from here. You can wash up, relax, have something to eat. No one will hurt you as long as you’re with me.”

I tilt my head up and look at the unknown man. He pulls out a scarf from his jacket, and cautiously he raises his hand to clean the blood off my face.

“Your one badass woman just kicked a bitter’s head in, took down three shit heads all by yourself, got me all tingly in all the right places” Is he flittering with me right now? Negan is wiping blood human blood off my face and flirting with me, and he’s not scared of me at all. He finished wiping off all that could be when he offers me his hand.

“Come on, Doll, let me take care of you.”

Negan was my savior that day, and we filled the days that followed with flirty words and sarcastic comebacks. We fought but grew closer. He never treated me like I was fragile, never made me stay back when the Bitters came. I was a warrior in his eyes, and he treated me like a queen.

“Never hide from me, Alice, you are a warrior, you are a survivor, a badass built for this world, never forget that”

Then that day happened, the day that the world reminded me that nothing in the apocalypse is safe; nothing is forever.

We had grown in number more men, and the youngest one was 17. I was no longer the youngest in the group, and we moved on from the small farmhouse to just being on the road. We had stopped for the day one scout had spotted a mall that appeared not to have gotten raided. The cars were waiting for their owners to come back to them< I was apprehensive about going into the mall if the vehicles were still there, then where were the people or bitters.

“Don’t worry, Ali-cat, Lucille will watch out for you,” Negan said. I glared at the six-foot-one man.

“I’m not scared, just worried you can’t be too careful, Bossman,” I say, poking his chest; he grabs my hand and kisses it.

“No need to worry, Doll, this will be easy in and out.”

If only that were true, if he had just listened to me, we would still be together.

When we got in, it was quiet, and Negan made it known that he was right; the mall was safe. We were laughing and grinning, going in and out of stores gathering supplies. His men kept a respectful distance behind us. Negan takes my hand and pulls me into an open Forever 21, where Negan is pulling out dresses and heels. I roll my eyes and look around, my eyes falling on a perfect gift for him.

“Hey, look what I found,” I say as I hold up a red scarf as Negan holds out a black choker with a golden letter ‘N’ hanging from the middle.

“I found you something as well,” He says as we swap gifts, “Help me put it on,” I feel his warm hands brush my golden blond hair over my shoulder, slipping the black felt choker over my neck clasping it in place.

We walk around just a little more when we hear the tell groans and moans of the dead outside one door of the indoor theater; we look at each other and head back to the group. I drop Negan’s hand as I see one of the younger guys; Gary reaches for the theater room’s main doors. “DOn’t,” I yell just as he opens the doors; it was too late. He pulled both doors open; the swarm of Biters that came out was overwhelming. We didn’t stand a chance. All we could do was scatter. I feel Negans rough hand grab for mine, but then the dead get between us. It wrenched Negan from me. The sounds of our men’s guns overran the mall, firing shots and the screams of those who were ripped and torn apart. I see Negan’s beloved bat coming down on the heads of the monsters and the men who were too late to be spared as he and the inner circle of men make their way out. “ALICE!” his voice calls out as I pull my knife from the skull of another Bitter “NEGAN, I’LL FIND YOU, I SWEAR,” I call out as I push myself to the main door shooting three more bitters in the head.

“STAY ALIVE DOLL” I hear his voice one last time before I make my way out the fire door of the mall. Stay alive; that was his final order to me: stay alive for Negan for my savior. I make my way to the woods, one hand reaching to touch the necklace at my throat. The sounds of the dead following me as I found myself back at the beginning alone and chased by the deceased.

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If Only ~ Snape Portrait Request

The above is basically how I feel about this. I really tried. This was hard to write. Like, what do I do?!

Prompt: Ahhh this is the same Severus anon as before, I was wondering if you could do another one-shot for my favorite AU, where reader is a seventh year female Ravenclaw who falls in love with Severus through his portrait in the headmaster’s room (post Dealthy Hallows). Like she gets herself into (light) trouble just to be sent there and talk to him! And she gets him a present for his birthday even though he can’t really do anything with it! Omg sorry if this is hard ;;;;

This was really hard to write. I didn’t expect it to be so hard. So hopefully it doesn’t suck.

Word Count: 1266

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It was hard really, to know that someone you loved didn’t exist anymore. But there was nothing you could do about it. And you knew, not only being a seventh year Hogwarts student but a Ravenclaw as well, that this kind of infatuation was very unhealthy. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t break yourself from the habit.

“Ms. Y/N!” your professor snapped you out of your reverie, noticing that he was staring down at you in frustration. It had been days since you last saw him and you really wanted to see him again. Even if it meant that you would be in trouble for the umpteenth time. Headmistress McGonagall knew about your infatuation and though she discouraged it, she didn’t stop you from visiting her office.

“What?” you snapped, trying to put on an act. Your professor froze before you, his eyes widening at your behavior. In fact, nearly everyone in class stared at the back of your head, trying to figure out what is was you were doing.

“Excuse me, young lady?” he growled. You sighed, giving a snort at his words.

“I said what, old man.”

“You will show respect!”

“To you? All you have cared about since we arrived is talking about some floosy who has captured your attention,” you sat forward, folding your hands on your desk, “or have you been sleeping around on your wife?”

Your professor’s face turned beat red, his lips trembling at the nerve you possessed. This was highly unhealthy and you knew you would get a Howler before the day was over. But you didn’t care. You wanted to see him and needed to see him.

“YOU ARE TO GO TO MCGONAGALL’S OFFICE NOW! AND YOUR PARENTS WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!” he yelled loudly. You smiled, collecting your bags before skipping out of class. You didn’t care that your professor continued to yell at you through the doors but you had pointed out the truth. He was sleeping around on his wife. Had been from the beginning of the school year. After all, you were good at finding out secrets.

You stood before the secret passage, giving the password to enter the office of Professor McGonagall. She was out and about, something you ‘failed’ to tell your professor, but it was the perfect time for you to go say hi to him. The one man you had fallen for without warning, someone marked as a hero.

“I see you managed to irritate your professor again, Ms. Y/N,” his voice wrapped you in warmth as you glanced up at the portrait, noticing dark eyes staring at you. You couldn’t help but smile, pulling a stool along with you to sit in front of the portrait, eyes dancing with excitement. This was who you had fallen in love with. This was the person that stole your heart.

This person was Severus Snape.

Severus Snape had been the Potions Master of Hogwarts, teaching students in the art of potions making. He also served as the DADA professor for one year before becoming Headmaster. It was believed that he was a Death Eater, evil and cunning, trying to accomplish his tasks by whatever means necessary. But later, it was proved he was a hero, trying to save everyone from the Dark Lord.

“Well, he should have been a little better at hiding his relationship with a fellow classmate,” you added, crossing your leg. Severus chuckled at your answer as you glanced to the other portraits, noticing that many of them were missing.

“They all decided that I was annoying and left,” he told you, watching as you smiled again. So that meant you were alone with Severus and could easily talk with him without anyone questioning your motives. Save the man himself.

“Tell me, Y/N, why were you not sorted into Slytherin? You’re cunning behavior could have easily helped you to fit in.”

“My cunning behavior didn’t surface until this year,” you answered honestly, smoothing out your skirt. “I had to find a way to survive this year, keeping the others in line that wanted to do me harm.”

“And why would they want to do you harm?” he questioned. You smiled sheepishly, giving a shrug. You didn’t want to answer the question with the real reason to why you were being so cunning. You just wanted to see him and spend time with him. You loved him.

“Oh, before I forget, I got you something,” you reached for your bag, pulling out the gift. It was actually a fake cupcake, one you made for him. You could see the rather surprised look on his face as he stared at the cupcake, his brows furrowing.

“I…cannot do anything with it. Why would you get me something?”

“Well, it’s your birthday. I know you can’t do anything with it, but I figured you would want something. So I made it,” you beamed brightly. You saw him about to ask about it so you quickly added, “It’s fake, by the way. So, I’ll just set this here.”

You approached the portrait, placing the cupcake underneath it. Severus didn’t say anything, his eyes studying yours before he sighed. You felt your smile falter, tears suddenly springing to your eyes. You didn’t take rejection well.

“I cannot return your feelings, Y/N,” he spoke. You felt your heart crack as you ducked your head, wringing your hands. You knew this would happen one day, but you held onto hope. There could be no affection shared saved words, if he gave them. But he wouldn’t…. well…couldn’t.

“I know,” you struggled to keep back the tears. “I knew you wouldn’t. I just…can’t help myself.”

“I’m a portrait, Y/N. What did you expect?”

“Just to talk,” you glanced up at him. “Just to…enjoy the moment with you. I always enjoyed our conversations. And you do help with my school work. But…I understand if you choose for me to never return. I understand.”

Silence greeted you as you tried to keep from sobbing. You expected to receive a broken heart, but not like this. You felt broken, your heart shattering in your chest. This was not how things were supposed to go. You thought you hid it well, but you seemed to have underestimated his ability to read people.

You turned, ready to collect your bags. This was it, you mused. He was done talking to you and didn’t want you to ever return. But as your hands touched your bag, something stopped you. It was his voice, calling your name. You turned to face him, eyes wide and hopeful.

“I cannot return your feelings, Y/N. There is a reason but I cannot tell you yet. You haven’t earned that right,” he stared at you from the wall as you slowly sat down on the stool.

“How do I earn it?”

“Return here every day at the same time. I am willing to speak with you, there is no reason for me not to oblige that simple request. Then maybe, you will learn my secrets,” he smirked. You felt butterflies fill your stomach as you heard voices at the stairs. You turned your head toward it, knowing the conversation was about you.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” Snape started, chuckling, “I think I can help you with this.”

You felt a smile curve your lips, turning toward the portrait. You watched as he winked at you quickly, before facing a rather disappointed McGonagall at the top of the stairs. But you didn’t care anymore. You were just grateful that he still wanted to see you, even if he couldn’t love you.

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falling {j.h} chapter eleven

Warnings: a few swear words I think, theyre not too bad though, i didn’t proof read i was too excited to post lol

Taglist: i’m moving it to the comments (or at least I’m going to try to so i’d appreciate it if you could let me know if it works :)

A/n: this chapter’s a bit longer than usual. I’m not totally in love with it but i know i’ve kept you all waiting long enough (oops) hope you enjoy!!

Everything was still. You laid in a sterile room, your torn and bloody clothes dried to a vinyl cot in the middle of the room. Jasper wouldn’t let Alice change your clothes, he wouldn’t even let anyone near you. He sat at your side, never taking his eyes off of you once. The venom was taking longer than usual to take over, leaving Carlisle intrigued. Jasper was worried that his venom didn’t work, but was instantly reassured by Alice that you would wake up.

It was three nights after you’d been bitten that you began the early stages of transformation. You weren’t awake just yet, but every so often your heart would stutter and slow. Jasper listened closely, and tried his best to radiate calmness for you even though he was feeling everything but. He couldn’t feel anything around you, which was something he wasn’t used to. The rest of the Cullens gave him as much space as possible, almost as if he was grieving. He was grieving, though, because he knew this was the end of an era. This officially ended things between him and Alice. He felt guilty for leaving her by herself, but he knew she was a strong woman and would be better off without him.

“You don’t have to be sorry, you know.” Alice said, approaching him a few weeks ago. He didn’t understand what she was referring to.

“You’re in love with her, Jasper. And that’s okay.” She said softly, reassuring the conflicted cowboy.

“We were supposed to be together for the rest of our lives.” Jasper had responded, his heart dropping at the sight of Alice’s sad smile. She cupped his cheek in her small hand and he leaned into her touch.

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Chapter 1, Leaving the Sun

A/N: hey, it’s Knightingale! This is the first chapter of my Twilight fanfiction I started writing this year. I edited this after I posted on my laptop so hopefully it looks better. 2020 is a mess and I just wanted to write some garbage fanfiction. Let me know what you think of it!

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You looked out the open car window into the wide expanse of Arizona’s cloudless open sky, a backdrop of perfect blue against the tall buildings placed in the desert of your home state. Soon, your new home would be in Forks, Washington, which differed very much from here. The open sky in Phoenix was ever-present, only gracing the dusty ground and perpetually dying lawns a few times each year with rain an average of 33 times. Yes, you had checked. In Forks, the sky was framed by tall trees when you looked up into the shaded clouds that were nearly always hanging in the air. The rain was just as present as the greenery that covered the trees, raining nearly every day. Phoenix was where you had lived with your sister and mother for all your life. Forks is the home of your father, Charlie. You call him “Dad” to his face, of course, but you had fallen into the same habit as your older sister Bella when addressing him to others as “Charlie”. Last you had been to Forks was three summers ago when you had made your month-long summer visit to his little home in the rainy forests. Bella, your elder sister, who detested Forks, had put up enough of a fight to convince both your parents to let the two of you stay in Phoenix for the summer, bringing Charlie up instead for a mere two weeks in Cali. Now you and your sister were moving to live with him there!

You were much more excited about your leaving compared to your sister. You hadn’t been to Forks since you were 12 years old. You had often enjoyed your trips every summer, living with your dad for a month felt like a fairy tale. The large forests covered in green was like an alien world compared to Phoenix, as if you had stepped through a faery gate and was transported to another dimension. One filled with trees that held up the clouds, a place full of desaturated buildings full of cozy warmth and forgotten smiles.

You’re mother, Renne, broke you out of her daydreams with her voice,

“Bella,” she sighs to your older sister, “You don’t have to do this.” She glances at you through the rear-view mirror, “Neither of you do.” she looks back to Bella, her main concern, with her sweet, childish eyes. You can see Bella’s face tighten with nervous anxiety in the car doors outside mirror. You knew why she was anxious. As much as you loved her, Renne could be a little… absent-minded sometimes. She wasn’t dumb or dull-minded, quite the opposite, actually. Her mind was always in so many places at once; like a box of little bunny rabbits, hopping energetically from place to place. Unfortunately, this caused her to forget things sometimes. Like having a bag of marbles, but the bottom seam of the bag is ripped and marbles keep spilling out. You can catch them and try to open the pouch and put them in, but you’d still keep dropping marbles. That’s why you and Bella were around, you caught all of the marbles and put them back in the bag before she ran off to a new idea, leaving her little thoughts behind. Bella sighs herself before finally speaking,

“I want to go.” she lied. Everyone in the car knew that was a blatant lie, but she had said it so often lately, someone who didn’t know her would have believed it. Luckily for you, you had spent the last 15 years with her, you knew your sister and her habits better than she probably did. Your mom looks up to the rear-view again, but you just smile,

“I’m actually excited to go to Forks, mom!” You playfully glare at Bella as you lean towards her shoulder of the seat, “Besides, I’ll consider this making up for Bells throwing a tantrum and keeping me from Charlie’s place for three years.” Bella scoffs as she rolls her eyes, but she can’t keep the smile off her face,

“You say that like I’ve forgiven you for pretending to be ‘Bloody Mary’” she jokes. You laugh. You lean back in your seat, letting the relative silence continue, the only hearing the quiet melodies on the radio and the rushing of wind as you neared your first destination, the airport.

When you had reached the airport and gotten your suitcases out of the back. Even between the two of you, there wasn’t much, only a few bags per person. Due to the near-polar-opposites of your parent’s climates, not much of your wardrobe was suitable for Forks’ usual weather forecasts. You and Bella actually had to go out and buy the warmest clothing possible manufactured in Phoenix, which wasn’t much, due to the near insufferable heat of the summer and mild heat that still hung around in the dead of winter months. Once you both had your bags out of the car, Renne turned to you both, looking equal parts loving and anxious.

“Tell Charlie I said ‘hi’” You smile,

“We will,” You both answer. Your mom grabs one of your and Bella’s hands,

“I’ll see you soon,” she insists, worry burning in her eyes, “You girls can come home whenever you want- I’ll come right back as soon as you need me!” Bella almost noticeably winces, she knows your mom really loved you both, but she was in love and wanted to spend time with your traveling step-father, Phil.

“Don’t worry about us,” She urges, “It’ll be great. I love you, Mom.” You smile and pull your mom into a hug, entrapping Bella into your cocoon of love with you.

“I love you, Mom.” you murmur into her ear.

With that, you and Bella set off into the airport’s main building, taking the path familiar to you, one that you had taken with your sister every summer until three years ago.

Going through customs was easy, the only three carry on items being a pair of cheap earbuds, an iPod mini, and a parka. The parka for the predictable forecast of rainy weather, and the iPod to keep yourself entertained during the 4-hour flight. You were delighted when no one was sitting in the third seat in your row, but it was only to be expected. There weren’t many people coming from the blistering heat of Phoenix willingly leaving for the downcast rain puddle that is Forks, Washington.

Once the plane had landed, you and Bella stepped out into the rainy sky of Port Angeles. Charlie, your father was waiting for you both in the police cruiser, like he had every year you visited before. Charlie, being the Chief of Police in town, only drove the cruiser, instead of getting his own car. It made sense to you, why buy another of something you already have that works perfectly? Bella however did not like the idea of being driven around in it. Something Bella had adamantly refused to endure was riding to school in the cop car, “Nothing slows down traffic like a cop,” she complained. Because of this, she was hellbent on buying her own vehicle to drive to school in, regardless of her smaller-than-desired budget.

Charlie welcomed you both as you boarded off of the plane, well, Bella more stumbled. That’s why you had come off first, grabbing her arm to keep her from having a personal encounter with the asphalt landing beneath you. Charlie awkwardly hugged you both.

“It’s good to see you girls,” he says smiling at you both as he pulls away. “You haven’t changed much, Bells. Y/n, you’ve grown taller, kiddo!” he laughs, “How’s Renee?”

“Mom’s fine, It’s good to see you too, Dad.” Bella answers. Of course, she doesn’t call him Charlie to his face. You smile,

“Mom says ‘Hi’” Charlie nods and helps you both with your luggage. All of Bella’s things fit into the trunk, as well as most of your own, you only needed to put your biggest case of clothing with you in the back. As soon as you all strap into the cruiser, Charlie makes an announcement,

“I found a good car for the two of you, really cheap.” A car?

“What kind of car?” Bella asks suspiciously.

“Well, it’s a truck actually, a Chevy.” Oh, a truck. Maybe then it’d be more durable. God knows you’d need it. You didn’t have your license yet, so Bella was the only option to get you to school. If you didn’t want to be brought to school behind the separation grate of a cop car, that is.

“Where did you find it?” Bella asks.

“Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?” La Push was the little Native-American reservation down at the coast if you remembered right. Billy, Billy… You let out a little “oh!” before Bella can respond.

“He was that guy we’d go fishing with, right?” You remembered him faintly. He lived on the reservation with two, no, three kids. You remembered two sisters, twins, and a little boy. Man, you hadn’t thought about them in years! Of course, that couldn’t be helped, since Bella treated Forks liked it was cursed with the plague for years, enough to stop your summerly visits.

“Yup, that’s him,” your dad confirms, “He’s in a wheelchair now, so he can’t drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap.” Bella, ever suspicious of this vehicle, prods further,

“What year is it?” You can see Charlie make a slight face at Bella’s question,

“Well… Billy’s done some work to the engine- it’s only a few years old really,” he tries vainly.

“When did he buy it?” Bella continues.

“He bought it in 1984, I think.”

“Did he buy it new?” Charlie sighs at the question,

“Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties- or late fifties, at the earliest,” he admits. Bella sigh herself,

“Ch- Dad,” she starts, “Neither Y/N or I know anything about cars! We wouldn’t be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I can’t really afford a mechanic-” she rambles anxiously before Charlie stops her,

“Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don’t build them like that anymore.” Bella stews in her thoughts for a moment, you break the silence,

“I mean, if anything, I’m more than happy to get to school in something other than the back of a cop car,” you laugh easily, “I mean, can you imagine, coming to school on the first day in the back of the Chief’s cruiser like a criminal? Talk about a first impression!” Charlie is able to laugh at your light humor with you before Bella asks another question,

“How cheap is… cheap?” she asks, quieting your laughter quickly.

“Well, girls, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift.” you can see Charlie peek over at Bella before glancing at you through the rear-view hopefully. Already… wow, was the truck free?

“You didn’t have to do that, Dad, I was going to buy us a car myself,” Bella says. Charlie looks straight ahead at the road before answering, obviously trying to get his emotions out without his usual awkwardness.

“I don’t mind. I want you to be happy here.” His last sentence was obviously more pointed at your sister than you. She had never really hidden her… distaste for Forks. Charlie seemed rather pleased the two of you had willingly decided to come live with him for a more permanent amount of time.

“That’s really nice Dad,” Bella says, looking straight out the front window, just like your dad. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” You smile at the two in front of you,

“Thanks, Dad!” He makes a gruff sound of affirmation, slightly awkward, but mostly pleased at your positive reaction,

“Well, now, you’re welcome.” You settled against the window and car door and pop your earbuds in their place as you press play on your iPod. You look out through a rain covered window, alternating between watching the terrain run behind you and focusing on the water droplets streaking across the glass, seeing which ones met the bottom first.

Eventually, you made it home. You recognized the curve of the road, seeing a peek of the washed-out color of the white house and dark roof through the brilliant green of the trees. What was the most eye-catching about the scene was the contrasting red truck in the driveway. Bella hopped out of the front with almost excited energy.

“Wow Dad,” she exclaims slightly louder than her usual, quiet volume, “I love it! Thanks!” You climbed out of the back, pausing your music and stuffing the earbuds into your pocket as you made your way beside your sister. Despite being the complementary color of green, the washed-out fade of the red paint made the truck look perfect in the surrounding environment. It was big and old, but it was sturdy looking, like a little tank. This was definitely one of the trucks that could get in a collision and crush the opposing vehicle like an empty soda can. At least if Bella managed to crash the two of you, you’d probably live!

Charlie calls you both to the back of the truck after accepting your thanks and words of appreciation as best as he could, helping you both unpack your luggage from the cruiser. It only took one trip. Bella carried her luggage upstairs with your dad’s help, and you dragged your own into your room on the main floor of the house.

Originally, you and Bella had shared the nursery, but around 11 years old, the two of you convinced (or complained, depends on who you ask) your dad to let you and Bella have separate rooms. Your little room was wedged between the stairs and the living room, the smallest room in the house. It wasn’t bad though. The walls were painted navy blue with old glow in the dark stars stuck all over the popcorn ceiling and tops of the walls. You still had the white garlands of Christmas lights tacked up the to corners of your ceilings, and the lace curtains still hung over the window. Your window faced the back of the house directly into the forest behind. There was enough room for your twin-sized bed and a small desk and bookshelf shoved into one corner, your dresser snug in a corner on one side of your bed, and nightstand on the other. There was an old computer upstairs in Bella’s room, the nursery. Your mom had all but demanded it be there for easy communication. You missed her already.

You didn’t set to really putting your room together, other than putting clothes in drawers and hanging what little you had in the closet. You decided you’d unpack all personal items later, but dug out your backpack. A white canvas backpack with two bottle pockets on the sides and a smaller, extra on the front. You had doodled on it with markers last year, but it hadn’t fallen apart yet so you had been using it this year too. Your now emptied folders and binders took up space in the main pocket; your pencil case and an extra pencil case full of period products housed in the smaller one. Your backpack was set. You decide on what to wear for tomorrow, familiarizing yourself with your new set up in the process. By the time you had busied yourself with the small tasks you could, the sun had fully set behind the cover of clouds.

You made your way upstairs to your sister’s room, peaking your head through the door. Bella had put on her pajamas and was sitting in bed, gazing out into the night. In the low light of the lamp she had on, you could see she wasn’t feeling great about tomorrow.

“Hey Bells,” you call softly. She looks over to you, not bothering to change her expression. She already learned she couldn’t hide how she felt around you, so she stopped trying quite a while ago. “Not excited for tomorrow, huh?” You slide into the room fully, gently closing the door behind you. She sighs as you set down across from her.

“Not really.” She admits. “Forks Highs-school only has three hundred and fifty-seven students,”

“Now fifty-eight,” you interject. She nods and closes her eyes,

“Exactly. Everyone around here has grown up together- their grandparents were toddlers together! We’re the new girls from the big city-”

“A curiosity,” you agree tiredly,

“A freak,” she grumbles pessimistically. “I mean, we don’t look how girls from Phoenix should, I know I don’t. I should be tan, sporty, blonde- a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps- everything people think about when they think of living in the valley of the sun!”

“You know neither of us should ever be let in a quarter-mile vicinity of a volleyball, first of all-” you joke, “and second, I don’t think being sporty or tan would really help anyway. If Phoenix is the ‘valley of the sun’, then Forks in “the valley of rain clouds’. I don’t think a lot of the other white people here are going to be very tan.” Bella manages a genuine, albeit small, laugh. “I don’t think we’d fit in anywhere, Bells, not unless we find people like us.” She sighs,

“Other people with glitches in their brains.” You shrug,

“I don’t think its a glitch. We’re just wired differently. Besides, our brains are literally meat-jello full of electricity, some of them are bound to work a little strange, right?” She laughs, louder this time. You give her a side hug before standing up. “Alright, I’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.”

“Goodnight,”’ Bella says un-enthusiastically. You exit the room and call down the short hallway to Charlie’s room,

“Night, Dad!” He pokes his head out of the door a moment after,

“Night honey, see you in the morning.” He goes back to his room and closes the door. You trail your way down the stairs and to your room before crawling under the blankets. You were going to need your sleep for tomorrow. After all, you were starting your first day at a new school. Forks High, now at a population of 359.

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Blessed 4

Malfoy!Reader x Sirius Black Words: 3572

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The next day passed in daze, you moved through the motions of your classes not focusing on any of the Professors words because all you could think about was how you and Sirius were going to sneak out tonight to Hogsmeade. James had spent the whole day teasing you and asking you if you had any good plans for the evening and you knew that he knew about your plans with Sirius. “James, what you think Sirius wants to do tonight?” You whispered to him as the pair of you walked to sit near the Quidditch pitch so you could spend your free lesson chatting and looking at the leaves changing colours.

James dropped himself down across from you on the grass and shrugged, “Same thing he does every night - cause trouble.” You played with the green hem of your robes, “I mean, what do you think that we’ll be doing?” James gave you a mischievous grin, “Depends what you want to get up to, ey, Y/N?”

Cheeks burning you used your Fae magic to nudge his glasses down his nose. James laughed and pushed them back up, “Look at you with your magic. Don’t worry about Padfoot, he just wants to hang out like we’re hanging out now. Are you nervous because you like him?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded, James was the only person that you’d never lied to and you didn’t want that to change now – beside maybe he could help. James grinned and pushed the air, “Knew it! I knew it! I hope your children have your attitude – I could be Uncles Prongs!”

You shimmied over on your knees to play fight with him to get him to shut up and settled with tickling his sides. He lay on the grass, giggling and trying to push away your tickling fingers until eventually he called for a surrender and you both lay back on the grass catching your breath again. “Y/N?” He asked after a moment, laugher still echoing in his voice. “I swear if you call me Mrs. Black or anything like that I’ll tickle you again.” You warned. “Don’t you dare Miss. Malfoy,” He laughed, “But if you wanted to tell Padfoot about, ya know, you – then I’ll help you, I’d be there.”

The thought had crossed your mind that if you were to continue being friends with the Marauders eventually they may all find out. Unsure of how to express just how much his words meant, you reached out and squeezed his hand with yours, “Thanks Potter.”

He squeezed your hand back, “Don’t worry about it Mrs. Black. Hey – no -stop it! Malfoy stop tickling!”

—

In the back of your mind you knew that when Sirius showed you how to get out of Hogwarts and to Hogsmeade that you’d have to try to quickly memorise it. For the past few years nearly every full moon had been close to a Hogsmeade trip so you had been able to take Remus’ potion and hide in the Shrieking Shack before the full moon, but this next full moon was in just a few days and the Hogsmeade trip was after it.

If it came to it you could send your owl to drop it off to ensure that Remus would get it or find a way to hide it in the Gryffindor dorms but you’d rather deliver it to the Shack yourself so that you knew it had arrived safely and that Remus’ transformation could go as smoothly as possible.

Sirius was waiting for you beside the armour just like he’d promised, his hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket he lent back against the wall and gave a cheeky wink to passing Slytherin who gave him a dirty look. You’d dressed in jeans and comfy jumper with boots because you knew that the night would get cold this time of year. “There’s my accomplice!” He smiled when he saw you, like he was relieved that you actually showed up, “I like your jumper.” His cheeks dusted with a blush afterwards - he was chastising himself for not saying something more impressive. “I like your jacket.” You complimented back and stepped up beside him to hook your arm through his, “So you are you going to show me how to break out or what?” He angled his arm slightly so that you could hold onto it better, “Malfoy I do think that you’re a bad influence on me.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You laughed as he started to guide you through the hallways. “Hell no.” He laughed.

You snuck out by the Womping Willow, Sirius froze it and took your hand in his and pulled you underneath the tree. He led the way, using it his wand to light the small pathway and holding your hand with his other hand. You were glad that he was facing forwards so that he wouldn’t see your blush. Eventually you came out at the Shrieking Shack and in the back of your mind you wished that you’d brought Remus’ potion with you, but you’d had no clue that you’d get close to the Shack, never mind in it!

“I was thinking that we could go to The Three Broomsticks? Everywhere else would be closed.” He said to you as you exited the Shack. “Yeah, sounds good.” You answered and inwardly cursed because why couldn’t you have said something funny or flirtatious? But if Sirius thought anything similar it didn’t show as he offered you his arm and you two took a slow walk down to the bar in silence, enjoying the crisp night air.

It was you that broke the silence, “How will we get served?” He looked down at you, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Why wouldn’t we? We’re just a couple of young wizards. No students can get off Hogwarts property after curfew. C’mon Malfoy, everyone knows that.” He nudged you playfully with his arms linked with yours. You laughed and shook your head, “Of course, what on earth was I thinking.”

You lost the next two hours in butterbeer, easy chat and Sirius. No one had made you laugh this much in your life and feel comfortable about it. Your mother used to tell you that your laugh was unbecoming and not proper, it was ugly and there was to be none of that in her household. But Sirius, that beautiful, complicated, Gryffindor, he said he loved your laugh and he tried continuously to make you laugh because he wanted to see if he could make butterbeer come out your nose.

He came close but thankfully you didn’t snort beer in front of him. At some point during your conversation he’d leant across the table and held your hand in his, the grin that he’d given you when you’d not pulled away let you know that you were hooked. His thumb running over your knuckles while you talked through the night smoothed away any panic that you’d had.

When the barman had called last orders you and Sirius decided it was time for you to start heading back to the school, it had to be nearly midnight. Butterbeer might not be particularly potent but you didn’t drink a lot or often and when you stepped out into the cold air giddiness from the drink overtook you. “Your cheeks are bright red.” Sirius teased as he lead you back up the Shack, his arm was hanging over your shoulder and you’d reached up to hold the hand that was hanging there. “It’s your fault Black, you’re a bad influence on me.” You giggled and leaned closer into his side.

Sirius opened the Shack’s door and helped you through before closing it again, “I don’t hear you complaining about it Malfoy.” He teased stopping in front of you. “That’s because I’m not.” You mumbled. He was so close, you brought your hands up to straighten his jacket collar and his hands came to your mid-back. All you would have to do would be to lean up and you’d be kissing and it was all you wanted to do but you held off. His hands on your back were warm and reassuring, and Merlin he wanted to lean down and kiss you but he stopped himself. You both stood, your faces close, eyes half-lidden and noses nudging.

“Y/N,” His voice was deeper this close, “You’ve – we’ve been drinking…” He trailed off and you felt his thumbs rubbing your back. “Sirius, I can’t but I want too.” You whispered, “I want too but I can’t without you knowing –”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. To say Fae-Blessed, you’d never actually said the words. When James had found out you’d rushed to shut him up when he dared to utter it. “Knowing what? You can tell me.” He mumbled, the closeness was starting to kill the pair of you.

You swallowed hard and moved slightly to rest your head in the crook of his neck, the movement let you both let out a shaky breath as you’d relieved the closeness. “I don’t think I can say it.” You admitted quietly against his neck. One of his hands came up to the back of your head and started to run his fingers through your hair and started humming, the sound rumbling through his chest soothed you.

“You don’t have to then, I won’t push you but,” He breathed in before continuing, “If it’s about your brother or any of your friends or family. If they’re getting the Mark then you don’t have to back there. We’ve sorted it, ya know, there’s a room at Peter’s or Remus’ or James’ for you. You don’t need to go back to your family in the summer, it’s all okay and arranged.”

You held his chest tightly, kept your face buried in his neck and squeezed your eyes shut to stop the butterbeer fuelled tears started to brew, you didn’t trust your voice properly, so you mumbled against his skin, “Thank you, I mean it.”

“I’m sorry that I can’t say it, I want to but –” You started, your head still leant on him. Sirius cut you off, “Never apologise for protecting yourself Y/N and definitely not to me, okay? If you’re not comfortable with something, then don’t do it and if someone tried to make you then you should do something very Slytherin to them.”

You laughed, “I’ll remember that.” Sirius brushed his lips against your hair and held you for a moment before gently letting go and stepping back, he took your hand in his ready to lead you back, “C’mon, time to get you all tucked up in your bed.” “Hey if I can’t even kiss you yet, why do you think you’ll see my bedroom?” You tried to joke away the levity of the moment

Sirius was shocked, he couldn’t react quickly enough to hide that, but he shook his head and grinned, “The cheek on this one! I didn’t know a Malfoy could have a sense of humour.” You pinched his arm and he gave a squeak of indignation. Sirius walked you all the way back down to the dungeon, his arm casually slung over your shoulder as the pair of you walked. A few of the paintings scolded you because of Sirius using Lumos to help you see where you were going but you could only give a butterbeer fuelled giggle back to them. Sirius left he gave you a very formal handshake to say goodbye and the silliness of it dispelled the awkwardness that you’d felt from the nearly-kiss. The Slytherin common room was empty so you slipped easily back into your dorm. The girls that you bunked with didn’t stir when you entered, and you doubted they’d have said anything about your absence. It was a shame, they were all actually very nice young women, but you’d just been so scared to get close to anyone before.

Settled into bed, wrapped up in your blankets, you tried to will sleep to take you, so you could dream about how you’d nearly kissed Hogwarts most attractive blood traitor.

—

Remus liked you, he did, truly he was started to see you as a valued friend but if he heard your name from Sirius one more time then he might lean across the table and strangle his friend with his own tie. “I knew you liked her.” James was practically giddy as he teased his friend around mouthfuls of egg. “She’s got this laugh, ya know? It’s amazing.” Sirius swooned, he was picking at some toast and watching you talking to your brother across the Great Hall.

Remus huffed an exaggerated breath through his nostrils, “It’s like having two James.” “Well no, because Y/N likes Sirius back.” Peter quipped, and Remus laughed. “Shut up Wormtail,” James laughed and flicked some eggs at his friend, “I’ll have you know that me and Lily had a nice long chat the other night.” After he’d spoken to Sirius about taking happiness where it could be found he’d gone to find Lily and they’d had an honest talk about their feelings.

“And she didn’t tell you to fuck off?” Sirius asked, glancing away from you to raise a brow at his friend. “Nope. We’re going to meet to study later.” James grinned. “Congrats Prongs, now if you could sort out Sirius and Y/N then I can finally have a quiet life.” Remus grumbled and sipped at his coffee. “Or Y/N and Lily will help us bother you,” James winked, “But have no fear Remus, I’m already on the case!”

—-

Lay face down on James bed you groaned into his bed, “Uuuuughhh, why couldn’t I tell him?” “You’re going to have to enunciate better Y/N, you’re speaking up into my pillow.” James teased, he was sat on Remus’ bed playing with his snitch. You’d come straight up to the Gryffindor common room to meet James after using the new Womping Willow route that Sirius had shown you to drop of Remus’ potion.

You raised your head slightly out of the pillow, “I wanted to tell him James but I just couldn’t say it, even with the butterbeer.” You didn’t need to see James to know that he was shrugging, “The time just wasn’t right for you. I can help you, I’ll be there if you want?”

“No, I don’t need you as some giant third wheel –” you started to chastise him slightly but stopped when a pillow from Remus’ bed bounced off your back. “Shh, someone’s coming.” He whispered to you just before you heard the door open. Thank Merlin James had good hearing!

“Lily-pad!” James cheered, “Good to see you, I thought we were meeting in the library – oh! No I didn’t know it was that time.”

When Potter stood Lily up in the library she wanted the ground to swallow her up but after five minutes of thinking about it she decided to storm back round to the Gryffindor dorms and call him out of his bullshit. Every sweet and honest word that he’d said to her just a few nights ago, was any of that sincere? What she didn’t expect to see when she slammed open the Marauder’s dorm was Y/N Malfoy lay face down on James’ bed with a pillow on her back like it had been thrown at her. As soon as James started to splutter an apology Lily knew that she had already forgiven him because he was clearly helping you with something. Since you’d become good friends with James your awkward association with Lily had bloomed into a small friendship – the trust wasn’t entirely there yet but you enjoyed each other’s company and whenever James, Sirius and Peter did something stupid you, Lily and Remus shared a look.

You heard Lily gently shh James, not in the usual harsh way that she used to but instead like she didn’t want to disturb you. You felt the side of the bed dip and a soft hand gently rubbed your shoulder, “Are you alright Y/N?” “I’m an idiot.” You mumbled into James’ pillow.

“We’re doing Date Diagnostics,” James explained, “Y/N and Sirius had a date –” “-wasn’t a date.” You mumbled into his pillow. “But you both wanted it, right?” James countered, and you nodded against his pillow. “So what’s the problem?” Lily asked. “I had the chance to kiss him but I didn’t.” You groaned.

“Why not?” Lily asked. “I can’t, you don’t understand.” You sighed.

Lily had started to gently run her fingers through your hair. The dorm was silent for a moment until Lily gently whispered, “Does he not know that you’re Fae-?” She couldn’t finish the word before you sprung up and covered her mouth with your hand then the silence reigned again. You could feel your heart pounding and your eyes stung with tears. You dropped your hand from her mouth and turned to James, “You told her?” Your voice broke and tears started to spill out of your eyes.

“No, Y/N I swear!” James jumped up from the bed to come towards you, but you held up both hands and bounced him back onto the bed with your magic. “How could you?!” You cried. “Y/N he didn’t.” Lily’s voice was a lot calmer than the shaking hand on your shoulder, “I swear it Y/N, he didn’t.”

You let her hand gently guide you to sit back on the bed and wrapped your arms around your legs and tried to contain yourself. Lily was friends with Snape – What if she’d told him?! And he’d told Lucius? Two large hands came to your arms and pulled you forwards into James’ arms. He rubbed his hand up your back and hummed to try and calm you, “It’s okay Y/N, it’s okay. No one is going to hurt you, I won’t let them. I promise, as long as I’m around you’ll always be safe.” “Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.” Lily’s voice was quieter now that you were wrapped up in your friend’s arms. Lily continued, “I figured it out after James took you to the infirmary for an allergic reaction.” You swallowed and whispered, “You’ve known this whole time?” James continued to cuddle you, “We don’t have to talk about this now Y/N, not if its going to be too much.”

You gently pulled away from James’ chest, but he kept his arms loosely around you, you looked at Lily, “So where do we go from here?” Lily tilted her head, “What do you mean?”

“What do you want to do with this information?” You asked, the weight of the bracelet that Lucius gave you rested on your Fae mark and you were reminded for a moment of who you were. “Well I wanted to help you tell Sirius..?” She mumbled.

You spent the next hour with James and Lily, she explained how she’d known the whole time that was what James was helping you with. You told how he was the only one who knew and how you desperately wanted it to stay that way unless you got to tell the Marauder’s yourself. You cried, Lily hugged you and James was vigilant the whole time in case he quickly needed to get you away. He also forgave you instantly for using your Fae magic to throw him against the bed. He said when you weren’t in such a serious situation that he wanted you to try throwing him again.

Lily and James talked you up for a while and convinced you to tell Sirius, preferably now while you were all fired up. When you left the Gryffindors that day you found that you were happy that for the second time in your life that someone had found out your secret because you’d gained another friend. James rearranged with Lily to meet the next day and she parted after giving him a chaste kiss. Merlin – he loved that girl, but he didn’t get to muse on it for long as Peter came crashing into the dorm room.

“Geez, Wormtail, where the fire?” James laughed despite being tired from the days turn of events. “I lost my rememberall so I went to see if it was at the Shack and I saw Y/N!” Peter rushed.

“And?” James asked. “She was leaving Moony’s potion! It’s her!” Peter was huffing from running. James swallowed hard, why hadn’t you told him? But then he instantly knew that you wouldn’t talk about someone else’s business. With how hard you fought to keep your own life secret why wouldn’t you try to keep someone else’s?

James ran a hand through his hair and rolled his shoulders, surely today was just fucking with him at this point. James mumbled, “Well that’s good, we know that we can trust Y/N and she’s been helping Moony.” “Well Moony didn’t think so!” Peter argued. James felt his stomach drop, “What do you mean?” “I ran back, and I told him and he blew his shit! He’s gone to find her.” Peter’s face was pale with fear.

“Shit.” James cursed, dove over his bed to snatch up the Marauder’s Map and ran out of the room hoping that he could stop another shit storm from hitting his friend today.

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