Summary: Shion is obsessed with you and all her plans lead to making you hers.
Content/Warning(s): Obsessed/slight stalker Shion, sexual harassment (not from Shion), threats of murder/death, Shion's face/mouth doesn't move as much as the animation but her mouth does open and tongue does move, some of reader's appearance is described (a dress, nipple piercings, bush,,, all because I said so!!), SMUT (MDNI), f/f, public sex, semi clothed sex for a bit, fingering, dom!shion and sub!reader, shion shows you what that mouth do, red strap-on, penetration, slight praise and title play/kink, handcuffs, Shion leans into a stone-top/touch-me-not area.
A/N: Phew, i haven't written for Overwatch in so long but I am so down BAD for Shion guys (and emre) that I had to write something for her. I used to have an overwatch writing blog lmaoo but i'd rather post here. Enjoy!
Shion doesn't have weaknesses. Through the years she's been awakened, she's meticulously selected who she lets “in” and crafted a loyal network for her disposal. Ruthless and efficient are two principles she strives to lead and live by.
And yet, you seemed to have wormed your way into her chassis.
You're a human; a fleshy, soft, weak little thing that works the graveyard shift at a convenience store under the Hashimoto's protection (so long as the owner pays his dues and allows the storage of weapons and other smuggled goods). It was only one glance at you through the store's window that made Shion become obsessed with you. Was it your meek disposition? Your unjudging eyes whenever she stopped by? Or how you knew to immediately call her Lady Shion?
Whatever caused it, it is infuriating. A pretty, weak little thing isn't much use to her, and yet she cannot get you out of her mind. Yes, she's always had a taste for beautiful things such as yourself and has taken her fair share of partners, but never has someone affected her like so.
Her ride around Tokyo hasn't cleared her thoughts and she finds herself under the neon red LED lights of the storefront. She parked her bike around the corner to surprise you. She always likes seeing how your eyes brighten when she enters the store or how you greet her warmly despite the clear power she holds. And soon, she hopes, she'll have you in her claws.
Preferably underneath her as you sob her name.
Her optical receptors shift and focus when she sees two strange men leaning against the counter and the terse smile on your lips. It's clear by the colors that accent their clothes and the insignia on their backs they are from a rival clan. She feels her system heat with anger that they not only are in her territory, but they are bothering you.
“So, why don't you come with us for a bit. I'm sure if you were gone for a few moments it wouldn't harm anything here.” One of the men speaks as he reaches out to brush the backs of his fingers against your cheek. You visibly recoil from his touch and that angers Shion.
“You should not touch what does not belong to you.” Her voice is like a purr as she stalks behind the two. Her hand darts out like a viper and grabs the man's wrist in a crushing hold, practically yanking him away from your face.
“O-Oh, shit! It's Shion!” The other man yells and stumbles away, nearly knocking over the chip display. His eyes dart between Shion, you, and his buddy as he steps back again, clearly unsure if he should just run or try to help his friend. Shion's grip tightens further and she finds enjoyment at the sounds of his bones cracking. She yanks him away from the counter, letting go of his wrist to push him towards the exit with his friend. Both of them waste no time scrambling out the door and running off down the dark street.
A rush of air escapes her components as she turns her face to you. You're already smiling her way while you let out a relieved sigh.
“Lady Shion…” You murmur in that sweet voice of yours, making her feel like she is short circuiting. “Thank you.”
“Do not thank me, little dove. I am just glad I decided to stop by tonight.” Shion tuts softly as she reaches over to touch where that filth touched you, as if to rid you of him. You don’t flinch from her and that pleases Shion. “Perhaps we should move you to work days…much safer.”
“Would you still visit me if I worked during the day?”
“Of course. I make sure all my little pets are well taken care of.” She coos and is slowly moving her hand back from your face. Your eyes glance to her neck, likely staring at the lights when she talks, before shyly looking away. You try to hide your smile and Shion knows her words have an effect on you. It pleases her.
She stares at you, her optics shifting slightly as she processes her next words. She sets her hand down on the counter and leans forward with her gaze still on you. Her head tilts to the side as your breath catches in your throat and yet you still don't back away from her. She hums, the sound is mechanical compared to a human's.
“Are you free tomorrow night, little dove?”
“Ah, I work-”
“No, you don't.” The look of surprise on your face makes Shion laugh. “I will have coverage for you. Tomorrow, I want you to come with me to one of my clubs. I can pick you up. Would you like that?”
“Oh, I don’t think I've ever been to a club before. That will be fun.” You give her another smile and it pleases her to hear you easily comply. “I can write down my address for you, Lady Shion.”
“Yes.” She murmurs, despite already knowing your address. She’s already learned all your habits and routines.She knows you live alone save for the cat you took in a few months ago, that you live in a slightly run down apartment building she plans to buy soon, how you have an ex that her men of seen linger near your building on random days and times, that you use a bicycle to get to work, and that you don’t have many friends except a close few that visit every so often (all that she’s vetted for your safety, and to make sure you’re not dating any of them). She’s properly learned about her prey, and now it’s time to lead you into her den. She watches you feed out some blank receipt tape before scribbling down your address in pen.
“Here you go, the parking is a little weird.” You hand over the slip and Shion takes the receipt paper with the utmost care.
“I will be there at 8pm.” She turns away from the counter, her heels clicking against the tiled flooring. She turns her head so her optics can look at you. “Wear something nice, but casual…And expect some dancing.”
And then she leaves, after calling for someone to guard the store while you’re there.
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Shion arrives a few minutes before the time she told you. She pulls off her helmet and jacket–items she never wears but wants you to wear–and slides off her motorcycle. She wears a red suit jacket and short dress along with her heightening heels. She prefers her usual attire consisting of a matching white suit jacket and slacks, but tonight is special.
Tonight is the night she plans to make you irrevocably hers.
She walks through the squeaky door and glares at the run down surroundings of the hall. The elevator is still taped and closed off but luckily for your sake you only live on the second floor. She climbs the steps slowly, timing it right so when she arrives at your apartment 202 she’s there on time. Her metal fingers knock against the wood and she can hear a soft curse on the other side followed by rapid footsteps.
You open the door with a smile, your heels in hands.
“Lady Shion!” You exclaim, holding the door open. “Come inside. Don’t mind the mess. I just need to get these on.”
Shion walks inside and her optics shift to take in everything she can of your open space. It’s very homey, and it is very you. Little trinkets line the shelves that have various books and framed pictures along them. The two seater couch has slightly sunken in cushions and is draped in various blankets. She spots the cat tower in the corner, well used with various toys around it.
But when her vision looks to you in the kitchen, her body freezes.
You’re wearing a slick, deep red (her favorite color) a-line mini dress that hugs your chest just right and the hem is short enough to where she gets a perfect view of your thighs. She hopes that you will bend over enough to see what you have underneath your clothes.
The sound of a can opening and little footsteps racing out the nearby hall snap her out of her daze.
“Sorry, it’s Rex’s dinner time. Then I will be ready to go.” You call over your shoulder as you scoop out some of the flaky, wet food onto a small plate. You move to the right of your kitchen, keeping your back to her. Shion is quick to move into the kitchen and she watches as you slightly bend down at first before squatting to set the bowl of wet food for a very happy cat. Shion caught a glimpse of something lacy underneath. She feels her body heat up for a fraction of a second before she wills her components to cool off.
“That is okay. We are not on a schedule, little dove.” She coos, her optics stay focused on you. They never leave your figure as you move back to the living room and sit on your couch, slipping on the short heels. Shion can't help but drag her gaze up your legs. She never cared much about humans. She could admire their beauty with appreciation, but you…you were another level of beautiful to her.
And you will be all hers soon.
“Okay, I'm ready.” You stand up and pick up the small purse left on the coffee table. “I hope this dress is alright. I don't go out much unless one of my friends drags me out.”
“You look perfect.” Shion purrs and steps up to you, invading your space. She tilts her head down to your bare neck and your tantalizing cleavage. Her gaze lifts to meet yours, tilting her head as she softens her voice,“I have a gift for you.”
“You didn't have to do that. I don't have anything for you, Lady Shion.”
“Oh, but I did. And your company alone tonight is all I need.” She keeps her voice soft, luring you closer to her until she steps back. She puts her hand in her jacket, pulling out a velvet box. “You look gorgeous, my little dove, but I think this will further accentuate your beauty.”
Your hands gently take the box and you slowly open it, revealing a silver necklace. The chain is dainty and the small pendant is of a sculpted tiger; a symbol stating you're claimed by Shion. “This is gorgeous, I don’t know how I can accept something like this, Lady Shion.”
“Accept it by wearing it.” She plucks the box from your hands and carefully pulls out the necklace she had made for you. She deftly unclasps it and walks around your body. She drapes the jewelry along your collarbones, purposefully making sure to touch your soft skin in the process as she brings it up to your neck. It's a short chain and it sits like a collar as she reclasps it, letting her fingers linger on you before pulling away.
You slowly turn to face her with that adorably shy smile on your face, your own finger tips coming up to touch the pendant. “Thank you… You look amazing too, by the way.”
Shion chuckles, “Sweet little dove, you flatter me. Now, let's get going.”
She offers her arm to you and you gently looped yours with her. Her voice hums out, satisfied, as you both leave your apartment. You briefly move away from Shion to lock the door before returning by her side. She almost laughs when she watches your surprised face stare at her bike and ask if that's what you both are riding.
“Yes, I rarely travel without it. It is very…exhilarating. You can wear my helmet and jacket.”
“What about you?”
“I usually ride without it.” She feels the same warmth as you look at her in amazement before you walk up to her motorcycle. Shion lifts the helmet and jacket she left on the seat and hands them over to you. She watches you slip on her jacket and then her helmet with her help. She swings her leg over the bike and starts the engine. “Hop on the back, little dove, and do not be scared to hold on tight.”
“This will be the first time I’ve ridden one of these.” Shion feels you get behind her and feels your hands tentatively rest on her hips.
“Oh, little dove, you will need a firmer hold.” She laughs and revs the engine. She doesn't hesitate to take off, hearing you yelp before your arms wrap tightly around her waist. You're pressing yourself against her back and Shion finds herself relishing in the warmth your body puts off. She hopes to feel more of you later tonight. She can hear your giggles and soft squeals as she weaves through traffic, speeding knowing no one will stop her.
Shion slows down once they approach the Tiger's Den, one of more popular clubs owned by her and the Hashimoto's. She parks her bike and gets off before offering her hand to you to help you off. You slip off the jacket and helmet, and worriedly try to fix the slight helmet hair that it gave you. Shion laughs and struts close to you, her hands moving carefully as she helps neaten your hair for you. She offers her arm to you again and this time you aren't hesitating on looping yours with hers.
You both walk down the stone steps, the red LED casting a haunting glow. The people waiting in line watch you both cut to the front of the queue. The bouncer didn't even question it, having automatically recognized Shion. The music is light and the vibrations of the bass can be felt through the floor. There's a sea of people dancing in the flashing lights while there are plenty others lining the walls in chairs or at the two different bars available. Shien leads you to her private booth in the corner and other patrons know to keep their distance from her and those with her.
Shion pulls you in close when you both sit on the plush seats. Her hand slides from between your shoulder blades to your hip as she keeps you pressed against her side. She hums softly as your eyes take in the club. She reaches over and slides the thin drink menu and the small food menu in front of you.
“Go ahead and order whatever your heart desires. It is my club after all.”
“Anything I want?” Your voice is just loud enough to be heard over the upbeat music and she has to stop herself from leaning in closer. She can see the way your eyes dart to her face's lips and then down her chest before meeting her optical receptors again. Shion can see the mischievous glint appearing in your eyes for a moment before a bashful expression appears.
“Oh, do not shy away now, my dove.” Her teasing tone is clear as day and she loves to watch you squirm.
“I'm…trying to be bolder with you, Lady Shion. You just intimidate me a little.”
“I haven't given you a reason to fear me, have I?” Shion coos in faux concern as she keeps her optics locked on you. She can't resist reaching up to touch your cheek with the lightest of touches before she pulls away.
“I'm not afraid.” You glance away and look down at the menu. “I don't know how obvious it is but I think you're really pretty and very much above me, so it intimidates me.”
Oh.
She was not expecting that answer.
“Oh, my little dove.” The grin in her voice is evident at your confession. Her hand shifts and she grasps your thigh, squeezing it as gently as she can to not scare you off. She tries to smile though her face plate is a little too stiff for movement yet. “You captured my interest when I first met you. You are beautiful and if you will let me, I would like to make you mine tonight.”
She sees you blink and it makes her giggle softly. She moves her hand to caress your inner thigh, creeping upwards slowly before pulling back. Shion speaks again, “Would you like that, little dove?”
You don't respond and Shion tilts her head. She thinks she's overstepped but then she feels your warm, soft hand tentatively rests on her knee. “Just for tonight?”
“Oh no. Once I sink my claws into you, you'll be mine forever.” She can see the happy look in your eyes and then the shyness too. She takes a moment to scan the crowd and her eyes shift and focus on a particular figure she spots. She knows him. She recognizes him as that pesky ex that refuses to leave and lingers in the peripheral of your life. He’s someone she does not want you to see again, both for your sake and her plans. “Why don’t you go dance for a song or two? I have something to take care of and then I will come and get you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Go, enjoy yourself, little dove.” She regrettably moves away from you to get out of the booth before offering her hand. She helps you out of the booth, keeping you close to her before stepping back. “Do it for me and I will give you a little reward afterwards.”
“O-Okay.” You give her a hesitant smile and Shion nearly growls at the heated look you give her. You turn and walk onto the dance but take another second to glance back to Shion, before you merge with the crowd. She doesn’t worry. She knows she can find you anywhere and with her pendant sitting at your collarbones, most should know not to touch what is hers or else they will end up dead in some alley.
Shion shifts through the crowd with graceful ease. People avoid her as she makes her way to the wall where that man is leaning with his friends. She focuses on him and she wouldn’t be opposed to slitting his throat where he stands. If you weren’t somewhere nearby she would. Shion slinks up to the man slowly, her body tightens and is ready to fight if necessary.
“Yeah, I saw my ex here. I wonder if she’ll still let me hit.” He cackles to the man next to him. She feels a sickening heat course through her system at the way he speaks about you. It makes her feel disgusted. “She gets so needy, I bet she would-”
“Hello, gentlemen.” Shion saunters up to him and she can see how his face seems to lighten up with interest. She doesn’t even give him a chance to say anything more. Her hand darts out violently, clasping tight around his neck. His friends exclaim loudly and try to stop her, but her loyal employees are already stopping them. Shion cocks her head to the side as he struggles for air and her optics shift to pinpoints as she relishes in the pain and fear on his reddening face.
“You and your friends will leave my club. And if you ever sniff around her,” She says your name and she can tell her hair has shifted by how the man’s eyes focus on her forehead and then her neck. “I will destroy you. Do you understand?”
He manages to nod despite Shion’s grasp on his throat.
“Good.” She holds on to him a few seconds longer for letting go. She doesn’t stay to watch him fall to the floor or scramble to his feet to leave. She simply turns away and starts to look for you. She shifts through the bodies dancing, the floor thrumming from the bass in the song. She catches that deep red dress you’re wearing and her systems heat up again in a different way.
Shion reaches you near the edge of the dance floor, your back to her as you’re swaying to the beat. She hums as she steps behind you and places her hands on your hips. She feels you jump and you turn around looking startled, but when you see her you relax in her hold.
“Hi, Lady Shion.” You drawled just loud enough over the pulsing music, an easy smile on your face.
She chuckles, “Did you have a drink, little dove?”
“Just a shot or two. I…” You chuckle and lean forward against Shion’s body. “I needed some confidence, is all.”
“You needed confidence for me? What shall I do with you?” She tilts her head. “Do you want your reward now?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
Those were the right words, little dove. Shion thinks to herself as she intertwines her fingers with yours. She leads you both back to her booth and instead of pulling you next to her, she drags you to straddle her lap. She can see the flustered look on your face and it makes her chuckle. She places her hands on your hips with a squeeze to feel how soft you are under your dress. Her nails dig into the material and she slowly pulls the fabric up.
“Here? In-In front of everyone?” You look scandalized and it makes Shion teasingly coo at you.
“Not everything, my little dove. I just want to touch you. No one will care here. No one will see.” She can see the faint glow of her neck against your skin and dress when she speaks. Her fingers pull your dress up more until she can see the lacey black panties covering your core. “Tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise, I want to play with my little dove until the main event.”
You let out a shaky breath and nod. Shion hums, pleased, as she leaves your dress bunched up at your hips. She drags her hands up your body while her eyes take in every little detail. She curls her fingers into your cleavage and pulls down the low neckline slowly. Her optics widen when she sees dainty piercings through your nipples, both pieces of jewelry donned with little rubies.
“My, my…you surprise me, little dove.” Her eyes watch how the streaks of light from the otherwise dim club catch the little gems and gleam tauntingly at her.
“I thought they would look nice on me.”
“They do. You look nice. You look perfect.” Shion feels her chassis heat up again at the sight of your smooth skin. Her hands cup your breasts and gently squeeze them. She hears how your breath catches and she cannot wait to hear more noises from that pretty mouth of yours. She circles your pierced nipples with her thumbs, feeling how they harden and how the bars beneath them shift. The music continues to blast around you both but neither of you seem to care. She can feel your skin heating up too with her touch sensors in her hands and she craves to feel more of that heat.
“Lady Shion…” You whimper just loud enough for her to hear.
“Let me take care of you, little dove. I will make you feel so good tonight…and every night forward.” She promises, letting her fingers dig a little more firmly into your flesh. She leans in close to your chest and a soft click is heard from her face. Her lips slowly part and she lets her synthetic tongue slip out to lick at your skin. She hears you gasp again as she trails her tongue over the soft mound of your flesh. She can feel you try to roll your hips and it makes her chuckle against your skin.
“I want to feel more of you.” Your voice pitches as your hands settle on the shoulders of her coat. Normally, she would shrug off the touch of her partners, but you will be her exception tonight, at least for now. Her hands leave your breasts to help move one of her legs between yours, before guiding your hips down on her thigh.
“Go ahead and get yourself off on me, little dove.” Her mouth is still open as her neck lights up as she speaks. She sees the growing heat in your eyes before her body nearly jolts as you start grinding your thin, damp panties against her solid thigh. A nearly inhuman growl leaves her as she leans back in.
Shion’s tongue circles one of your nipples and the jewelry that sticks through it as you slowly rock against her thigh. She can hear you moaning softly and the satisfaction that courses through her is euphoric. She’s getting you all hot and needy. She’s the one bringing you to this point. And she will be the only one to do so from now on. One of her hands drops down to rest on the top of your thigh while the other continues to knead and play with your other breast and hardened bud.
Shion can’t help but bite around your nipple, making you gasp and jerk your hips. Her tongue soothes over the perfect indents she left before biting the underside of your boob. She starts leaving bites all over your chest and breasts until her mouth finds your other nipple. Her hand on your hip encourages you to move your hips faster against her thigh. Shion can feel you start to press a little harder, feel how your hips angle so you’re rubbing your clit against her. She gives your pebbled skin a hard bite to match the other.
“So pretty, so responsive, my little dove.” She coos as she looks up to your clearly flustered face. She reaches up with her free hand to cup your cheek and she can feel the sizzling heat coming off you. She trails her fingers down to your throat and she stares hard at the necklace she put there. She’ll see about getting you a collar or a choker in the future.
“You feel good.” You manage to moan out as you start to lose yourself in chasing your own pleasure. Shion lets out a pleased noise at the sight. She pulls your upper half closer to her body and places her hand on your lower back. She feels your tuck your head against her neck and your hot breaths against her metal form. Your soft lips kiss her skin and her circuits jolt for a moment. She dips her hand lower, slipping it under your panties and over the cleft of your ass.
“Is my little dove wet for me?” Shion teases as she dips her middle and ring finger lower, gliding them through your soaked folds. She feels the way you shudder and hears your soft little noises over the music. “Do you want me to finger you while you rub your clit against me?”
“Y-Yes, God yes, Lady Shion.”
“Good girl.” Shion is satisfied with the use of her title. She moves away from your hot core for just a moment and she uses both her hands to grip the lacy fabric. She easily tears the fabric from your body and pulls it away so your wet cunt rubs against her thigh. She hears you gasp and your hips pause for just a moment. “Do not stop. Keep going until you come on my fingers.”
You whimper another soft ‘yes, Lady Shion’ before you start riding again, your clit dragging against her now slick thigh. She feels the slick curls covering your core and you twitch; it makes her crave more from you. Her hand caresses down your ass again, the same two fingers circling your weeping entrance. Your slickness coats her fingers and she chuckles at how eager you are to have them inside you.
“I will be careful with my nails, little dove.” She murmurs before she slowly inserts both her fingers into your tight, velvety heat. The way you moan makes her chassis shudder and lock up for just a moment, before she starts to shallowly thrust in time with your hips movements. She moans with you and she shifts her leg underneath you, pressing harder against your clit.
She can feel you shuddering and twitching. She can feel your walls starting to tighten around her wet fingers and Shion decides to move them faster. Her other hand helps your movements to the point where you're practically clinging to her body. She can feel you are so close and then suddenly…You’re crying out over the music.
Shion’s hand on your hip moves and buries itself in your hair to pull her away from her so she can see your face as you come. She can feel how tightly your walls squeeze her fingers as she keeps thrusting them through your orgasm.
“So beautiful” She praises softly, her fingers slowing before she finally pulls them away from your quivering heat. She brings them up to her mouth and licks them clean with her synthetic tongue. “And so sweet too.”
“I've never…” Shion watches how you seem to come to your senses after your orgasm. Your head swivels around slowly and she can see the growing realization on your face as the burning heat drops to a low simmer. But, as Shion told you, no one is even looking and she sees you relax. She just won't mention the fact that people know not to look at this booth when she is here.
She closes her mouth with a soft click and presses her hard lips to each nipple, still circled with her teeth marks. Shion helps pull your dress neckline back up to cover those perfect tits of yours (for now, of course), before her hands find your waist. She raises you off her leg much to her disdain and helps bring the hem back down to your thighs. Shion's hands massage the outer sides of your thighs as she peers up at your face. You're already staring at her and that arousing heat in your eyes has returned.
“Do you want me to return the favor?” Your hands gently squeeze her shoulders as your eyes scan her form.
“Oh, you are the sweetest, little dove.” She chuckles and gently encircles your wrists to pull your hands off her. “No, I do not want you to touch me tonight. I just want to explore you.”
And see what makes you squirm and cry beneath me. Shion thinks, but keeps that thought to herself.
She shifts you off her lap and slides out the booth, helping you out once again. Shion keeps her arm loosely around your lower back as she guides you away from the bumping dance floor. There is a low lit hallway she takes you down that is only lit up by soft, red LED lights lining where the ceiling and walls meet. A decorative door is at the end with her name written on a silver plate; her office. The door automatically opens, programmed her system, and then closes slowly with a soft lock once you both are inside.
It's sleek and low lit like the rest of the club, but the music is muted and the large fish tank in the back provides dappled lighting along the other walls. A plush, white couch resides in the corner and it's huge, perfect for what Shion plans for you. She saunters over her desk, her fingers gliding along the dark surface before she looks up at you.
“Make yourself comfortable, little dove.” Shion squats down behind her desk and the bottom draw clicks softly when she presses her hand against it. It slowly opens with a soft hiss and her optics gleam. She slowly picks up the new dildo attachment she acquired just for you and her to enjoy. She enjoys the look of a harness on herself and typically desires a level of separation with her partners, but this allows her to feel everything with you. She eyes the ball gag, handcuffs, the various vibrators, and the other sex toys she has on hand, and decides to grab the handcuffs.
Shion shuts the drawer with the tip of her shoe and saunters over to you, sitting stiffly on the couch. A sweet smile appears on that lovely face of yours and she can see the look of surprise on your face at what she has in her hands. It makes her chuckle softly as she stands close, giving you enough room to stand up.
“Undress, little dove.” Her optics stay on you as you stand and slowly reach behind you. She hears the slow sound of your zipper parting as you drag it down and she can see how the dress loosens and starts to sag on your body. Once unzipped, you pull it down until it drops and pools around your feet, leaving you almost completely bare to Shion save for the heels and the necklace she gifted you. “Perfect. Now, turn around for me and stay still.”
You obey, much to Shion’s delight, and turn away from her. She purrs deeply as she rakes her gaze down your back and to the slope of your ass. She tosses her attachment onto the couch so she can place her hand between your shoulder blades. Slowly, she drags it down the length of your spine before cupping one of your asscheeks, giving it a firm squeeze just to hear you gasp.
She doesn’t warn you when she guides both of your arms back one at a time, nor does she warn you when she clicks the handcuffs around your wrists. Perfectly caught and tamed, Shion thinks to herself. She guides you over to the arm rest and pushes you over it, leaving you bent over with your face pressed against the cushions with a soft whimper.
Shion kneels down and forces your legs apart so she can get a better view of your cunt. The short hair covering your folds are still soaked from earlier and she can tell your wet from renewed arousal. She grips your flesh, placing her thumbs on both of your lips, before spreading you open to her gaze. She feels you squirm for a moment and let out another soft noise.
“Do not worry, little dove, I will take you soon enough. I just wanted one more taste of you.” She murmurs as her face plate clicks and her jaw slowly opens. She presses her face against your weeping cunt and licks slowly from your entrance down to your still swollen clit. She hears you moan a little more loudly now that you both are away from the music and in the privacy of her office. She repeats the same motion slowly just a few more times before Shion focuses her synthetic tongue purely on your clit. She presses firmly against it, circling and stroking it with unwavering stamina. She can taste your sweetness and smell the heady arousal coming from you, and it nearly sends her system into overdrive.
She feels you attempt to push your hips back against her face and it makes her chuckle. Her hands glide past your ass to hold your hips while she takes her fill. She teases your entrance over and over again before dipping back down to your clit, just to bring you to the edge slowly. She can hear an almost defiant grunt from you and it makes her laugh against your heat. If she wasn’t planning on wanting to hear your noises or feel your legs wrapped around her later, she almost considers getting the ball gag and leg spreader out to keep you perfectly under control.
“There, there, little dove. You will come soon.” She promises. She presses her tongue inside you for the briefest of moments before pulling back completely. Her mouth clicks shut again and she stands up to her full height. She finds purchase on your hips and she presses herself against your folds and ass. She hears a needy, slightly muffled, noise come from you as she grinds herself against you. “Let’s get you on your back. See if you can do that for me. Are you ready for me to fuck you now, little dove?”
“Y-Yes, Lady Shion.” Your voice sounds breathless as she offers just enough assistance to help you stand back up, before you are laying yourself out on her large couch–hands still cuffed behind your back and your legs kept apart for her. She chuckles and slowly slips off the coat she's wearing before she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She saunters up the couch and watches how you look at her.
She's had human partners look at her with disgust when she reveals her omnic body and yet you still hold that lustful, obedient gaze for her. And beneath the heat, there lies an emotion Shion can scarcely recognize: adoration and something deeper. For a split second, she softens and an unfamiliar feeling washes over her.
Her optics unfocus and then refocus, refocusing on the moment and not on feelings. She grabs the attachment she threw on the couch and only takes a few seconds to click it into place. She hums at the new sensations that course through her chassis. Her fingers stroke over the red toy and she rolls her head at the feeling. She knows she can press her fingers into the base to start the vibrations, but she plans to use that once she is inside you.
Shion slowly crawls over you until her face plate is above yours. A rush of air leaves her system as the tip of her attachment rests against your hot cunt. She slowly grinds against you to test out all she can feel. “Are you ready, little dove?”
“Y-Yes, Lady Shion.” You all but whimper for her. She hums and grabs one of the decorative pillows before she helps slide it underneath your hips. One of her hands grips your thigh to keep it spread while the other helps glide the tip down to your entrance. Shion slowly rolls her hips forward and takes in a sharp breath as she feels your tight heat. Every gear in her body…every little component feels on fire. Her systems are overwhelmed but in the best ways possible.
“My little dove…You feel so good.” Shion coos and if her face plate could allow it, she would be smiling down at you. She continues to push her hips forward while you make the softest, sweetest noises she's ever heard. She can feel the way you clench around her attachment and how your body opens up perfectly for her. The pillow keeping your hips angled lets her reach as deep as she can inside you, your flesh flush against her metal body.
“Oh my God.” You murmur out, your arms shifting behind your back. Your hips move ever-so-slightly and you whimper. Her hand shifts on your hip to keep you still as her eyes faze over your body. You're taking deep breaths, your chest heaving and your back arching slightly from your wrists bound behind your back. She can see how your shoulders shift and feels how your hips want to move despite her firm hold, and it pleases her to see you so needy beneath her.
“Would you like me to move, little dove?” She murmurs above you, her optics dilating at the sight of her neck’s red glow flash against your skin. You pitifully nod and Shion tuts in response. She moves her hand holding your thigh to cradle the side of your neck. “Use your words.”
“Please…Please move, Lady Shion.”
“Very good.” Shion pulls her hips back until the tip of the red attachment is all that's inside you. She moves her hold from your neck and gently squeezes the base of the artificial cock, starting the lowest setting. She lets out a soft moan of her own as she feels the same vibrations while your breath hitches in response. Languidly, Shion rolls her hips forward and nearly growls at how you clench around her.
“I…I want to touch you, Lady Shion. I want to hold on to you.” You whimper through her slow thrusts.
“Next time, little dove. Now, wrap your legs around me.” Her hands help get your legs around her waist before she leans forward, caging you beneath her. She keeps her pace slow and steady just to work you up and make you needier beneath her. Plus, she wants to savor this moment.
Shion anchors her grip on your hip while her other hand trails up and down your soft body. She feels every tremble, hears every little whimper and moan coming from your sweet lips. She thrives in this kind of setting; with her in control and taking what belongs to her. She feels your slickness coating her and she nearly growls.
She picks up the pace, hitting faster and deeper inside your tight heat. She shifts your hips and further presses into you as she savors you. Your noises grow louder in her office, no longer caring about who might hear (not that anyone can hear the music in the main club.) In a split decision, Shion is quick to grab the back of your knees to further open you up. She hears you cry out but she knows it's a sound of pleasure rather than pain.
“Oh, so good my little dove. So good.” Her voice grows higher in pitch like it always does when she gets excited. Shion feels spark-like sensation shoot through her chassis and she can't help but pause for just just a split second to turn the vibrations up as high as they can go–keeping it a steady buzz rather than any of those pulsing settings that don’t always work–before she resumes fucking you into the couch.
“Sh-Shion-!” You stutter out as your neck arches your head back. It's the first time you've called her by just her name and it does something to her. Respect is always required. It’s what Shion demands and deserves. But with you that urge to correct isn’t present. At least not now. Maybe in the future, after this. After you are bound to her for as long as your human body lives. Her beautiful little dove that she will keep in a gilded cage. Hers alone.
“That’s it. Lose yourself to me. Give yourself to me.” The vibrations consistently pulse between you both and she can feel you tightening around her. Her hands caress over your body, gripping at one of your breasts while the other settles on your mound. Her thumb presses roughly against your clit to further push you over the brink. The necklace still around your neck shines in the low lighting and it makes her feel more possessive over you. “Tell me you are mine as you come.”
She watches how your chest shudders with each sharp breath you take in and she can see how your eyelids threaten to close with each flutter that you’re nearly there. Shion keeps up her unrelenting pace even as she feels her own body’s components begin to shift and tighten. Just a few more thrusts, a few more touches-
“K-Kiss me, please.” You whisper, the words sounding so quiet compared to all the noises you both were making. “I’ll be yours, just kiss me.”
Shion’s eyes shift, the optics expanding wider at your little request. She falters and she feels that familiar electric feeling pulse through her from her own arousal and something else–something deeper. She chuckles at first, and then laughs as she leans over you, her hips stopping with her completely inside you. Her hand on your chest slides up and grips your jaw to keep you still as she stares unblinkingly into your eyes.
“What a request.” She murmurs as her nails dig ever so slightly into your flesh. She feels you clench and it makes her chuckle. Shion says nothing else as she leans down and presses her hard lips against your soft one. Her face plate doesn’t move and she doesn’t open her mouth, letting you desperately kiss at the hard metal.
Without warning, Shion starts to move again with deep and hard thrust. You moan against her lips and she all but growls. She lets go of your jaw and slips that hand behind your head to keep you close while her other arm wraps under your back to further tilt your hips. You gasp, your breath hot against her mouth, and before she registers it, your tongue swipes against her lips.
A soft click is heard between your needy breaths and moans, her face plate shifts and her jaw opens. Her synthetic tongue delves between your parted lips, mimicking her hips’ movement. You arch against her, your legs trembling, as your breaths get quicker and quicker.
“I’m yours-!” Your words are muffled and distorted from her tongue as you finally break. She lets you pull back and she stares at your face as your walls tightly clench and release around her. Your beautiful eyes are watery as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.
“So beautiful.” The sight and all she was feeling is enough for Shion to groan out. Her orgasms weren’t like humans, but it still felt as intense as she assumes it is for you. Her artificial parts tense and release as sparks shoot through her circuitry. She shudders and she stills, and she feels you twitching as her attachment still vibrates. Parts shift and air releases from her as her chassis goes through the euphoric sensations. She releases her hold on you so she can prop herself up over you, her jaw clicking closed.
“Ah…” You gasp with a twitch from the attachment still vibrating. Shion chuckles and lets it buzz for a few seconds longer just to drink in your twitching and soft gasps, before she reaches down and turns it off. She trails her hand up your still trembling form before gently caressing your neck, her nails gently dragging along your heated skin.
“You are mine now, understand?” She murmurs, her optics never leave your glossy, half-lidded eyes. “You are under my protection, under my care. Everything about you and your life are mine. There is no escaping me once my claws are hooked.” And just to emphasize her point, Shion digs her nails into your skin just enough to make you gasp. “Tell me you understand.”
“I-I understand, Lady Shion.” You stutter out and for a moment she thinks there is fear in your voice, but one look at your face tells her you are more than pleased. She hums, content with your answer, and slowly slides out of you. You whimper and your thighs twitch once before the attachment is completely outside of you, glimmering with your release. She takes it off and tosses it aside before she goes back to caressing your flesh. It’s her way of after care.
“Good. Now relax, little pet. I will take off your handcuffs soon, get you whatever you want to eat and then I will take you home.”
“Will you stay with me?”
None of her partners asked her that and she feels that ache in her chest plate. “Of course, little dove.”
Shion takes longer than usual. She gets the cuffs off your wrists and massages the skin there gently when she sees the irritation marks there. She helps you get dressed, helps tidy up your hair once again even though the helmet will surely muss it up again before putting her own clothes back on. She walks you through the club with you pressed right against her side, glaring at anyone who stares too long. She brings you home as quickly as she brought you to her club, your cat unhappy that you were gone during peak cuddle times.
She volunteers to undress you once more and helps get you into your sleeping clothes. It’s so unlike Shion, but she wants nothing but the best care for you now that you are hers. And who better to ensure you are treated properly than herself?
She doesn’t require sleep like a human does, but she still lays beside you. You don’t curl up against her and cuddle, though you do keep your hand intertwined with hers. It warms her system greatly.
You fall asleep beside her and she cannot help but pull you against her, just to feel your softness again. Her optics dull as Shion relaxes as what is hers is safely in her arms.
Slight hiatus for writing this month since I am focusing on Artfight (team comedy lets go). Ill try to write when i can, but I am mostly going to being doing that for july
Summary: The two times you've noticed instances of the Unknown's shift in behavior towards you.
Content/Warnings: Typical dbd things (death mentioned, reader does die off screen), Wesker is a lil bit of a dick to reader, implications of Wesker x Deathslinger lmao (idk where i even stand on the ship but i like the fan art i see), Unknown is protective and possessive, Jeff and reader platonically cuddle and are friends.
A/N: hello, sorry this took a while but i got it done (by procrastinating other wips lolol) I hope people enjoy this installment. I think the next story I want to explore is the Unknown after the being blighted hehe.
Part One
It’s a rare day–or night–in the realm where you haven’t been pulled into a trial yet. Your new friend has been in plenty, leaving you to head to the meadow. Thankfully there were a few killers there you were on friendly terms with, so you sat in the dilapidated fields with Anna, Sally, Sadako, Kate, Aestri and strangely enough, Ji-Woon (who has only sparingly spent time with you before). Most of what is discussed is gossip, which it seems Ji-Woon and Sally know a lot of. Everyone is sharing what they know aside from Sadako, who sits quietly but occasionally, you can see her shoulders shake with quiet laughter.
“Philip hears a lot, even when visible.” Sally hums softly when Kate asks her how she knows what she does. “Although, Albert and Caleb aren’t exactly quiet when they are together.”
“Who would have thought those two would be a thing?” You chuckle softly.
“That’s what I am wondering. What do they see in each other?” Kate bumps your shoulder as she snickers.
“Albert likes to think he is in control but likes how Caleb takes the reins.” Ji-Woon waves his hand and rolls his eyes before smirking. Everyone laughs again and you try to take subtle glances towards where Caleb–or otherwise known as Deathslinger–was leaning against a tree. You haven’t seen Wesker around but you don’t exactly seek him either. Your eyes trail along the tree line until you see movement and you can't help the creeping smile on your face. Unknown hasn't come out of the forest but you know they watch you.
They are always watching you. If not here, they are lurking in the woods around the campfire. You aren’t sure how long it’s been since you first met them, since time in the Entity’s realm never made any consistent sense, but if you were to guess it probably has been a month or so. They’ve given you little gifts each time; from a homemade mask to a movie poster. You aren’t really sure how they are getting these items, but you like the little trinkets regardless. There is definitely a shift in their behavior too. The Unknown seems clingier and more protective of you as of late.
You decide to sit and chat for a few more minutes until you decide it’s time to check on the Unknown. You get up from the dry, grassy ground with a soft grunt, unaware someone was walking right behind you at that exact moment. You hear what almost sounds like a yelp and then something landing on the ground with a soft ‘thump.’
“You imbecile!” Wesker’s voice is clear as day before you manage to turn and face him, swallowing harshly at the glare he is giving you. His signature sunglasses are on the ground and his blazing eyes are locked on you. You can practically see the veins bulging in his neck from how clenched his jaw is.
“Oh, sorry, Wesker. I didn’t see you behind me.” You can’t help but be a little snippy with him. Does he expect you to have eyes on the back of your head? “Perhaps you should watch where you are walking instead.”
Wesker doesn’t respond back with a verbal quip or snarky response. Instead, you hear him growl and raise his arm, the black, tendril-like, uroboros slithering out and around his hand. In a trial you would be terrified, but outside of one you know the Entity doesn’t condone fighting and bloodshed. You don’t back down, but you also don’t try to push it either. Not every killer always cares to adhere to the rules.
Wesker takes one step forward-
Rapid rustling is heard behind you and you almost assume it’s Anna getting up, but when you briefly glance back you spot the Unknown practically scurrying at you and Wesker at a speed you’ve never seen them move. Tentacles sprout from a toothy maw along their spine, pulling you back so they can stand between you and the other killer. They stand with a sickening snap to their full height and loom over Wesker.
“Don’t…Don’t touch.” They growl out, their form twitching with anger despite the forever smile on their husk’s face. “Do not touch my pet.”
You swallow harshly as your eyes dart between the two killers. You can practically see Wesker ready to pounce and you can’t miss how the Unknown is twitching, itching to protect you. You’re almost certain the two will pounce on each other, but a soft ‘tsk’ from the blond and the flick of his wrist to hide his uroboros tells you there will be no fight. Wesker doesn’t reply. He grabs his sunglasses, glares at the both of you, and stalks off towards where Caleb is, the cowboys ghostly eyes watching everything.
“Unknown-” You don’t finish your sentence as they turn and pull you into their mangled arms, their hand awkwardly patting your head. You can hear the hushed whispers from your little group but you don’t get to try and hush them. You’re lifted off your feet before you’re able to do anything and taken into the forest. You don’t put up a fight but you are curious.
The Unknown stops beneath a large, dilapidated tree and practically plops down with you in their lap. Their twisted hand continues to pet and stroke your head, keeping their other arm wrapped around you.
“Uh…thank you for stepping in.” You murmur, unsure what else to say right now. “You can let me go now. I think I am safe from Wesker.”
But it's clear the Unknown doesn’t want to let you go. Their arm lowers a little and wraps more firmly around your waist, pressing you against their form. You hear a croon come from within their husk while their hand stops petting your head and moves to grip the back of your neck.
“My…You…You are mine.” His hand lets go of your neck and resumes petting you.
You freeze and for the first time since you’ve met and spent time with the Unknown, you feel butterflies in your stomach for the briefest of moments.
—
You appear back at the survivor camp with a pained groan, curled up on your side. Facing the Hag was always rough, but it feels especially brutal when she kills you by hand over hooking you. No matter how many times you go through your ‘death’ here, it still greatly pains you. You clutch at your stomach and you nearly cry at feeling the residual sensation of being torn open.
“Jesus.” Jeff’s gruff voice cuts through the crackles from the fire and you feel his firm hands help hoist you up. You lean most your weight against him as he guides you both to the log to rest against.
“Fuck this place.” You groan and feel like you’re going to puke. You settle on the dirt-covered ground with your friend and immediately curl into him.
“I got you. It’s okay.” He murmurs to you as his hand comfortingly rubs circles on your back. “That good?”
“Went against the Hag. I…Fuck this hurts. Why couldn’t she just hook me?” You let yourself rest your head against Jeff with a huff. The pain in your neck and abdomen hurt like hell but already you can feel the pain start to dull. “Rhetorical question. I would be in pain regardless.”
“Hey, at least it’s over now. Just rest as long as you need to.” Jeff, always the comfort to you.
You weren’t sure why, out of all the survivors, you gravitated to him the most. You got along well with most of the others, save for a few that you simply don’t click with. But you suppose it’s because Jeff was the first to bring you over to the fire when you arrived in the realm and took the time to explain what he could while you were bordering on a panic attack. Physical comfort between you two just came natural after facing countless trials. And it’s purely platonic too. It’s just a way to cope while facing the repeating death and decay of the realm.
Slowly but surely the antagonizing pain mellows to a dull ache. You’re no longer tense and you don’t feel yourself shaking. You haven’t moved much from Jeff’s side either; his soothing back rubs and soft words keep your mind focused on recovering.
You only shift a little when you feel the familiar, creeping feeling of being watched. It’s not in the way Michael or Ghostface do it, but in a way that is oddly comforting. You turn your head away from Jeff as he speaks to others that have joined you both and can see the faint shadow of the Unknown watching you. They’re merely a shadow, keeping back from the treeline to not be seen by the other survivors.
“I think I’m going to take a walk.” You murmur to Jeff and slowly pull away from him to stand.
“You doing alright? Need me to help?” He asks as he tilts his head up to look at your face.
You offer a smile, “I’m fine. I’m starting to hurt from sitting too long.”
He gives you a nod and one last worrying look before you start to walk at a leisurely pace. You pass the threshold of the clearing and forest, and walk deeper until you spot them. They are slightly hunched and twitching more than usual; a sign that you’ve come to learn means they’re upset. When one of your feet crunches a stick and some dried leaves, their head snaps towards your direction.
“P-Pet.” They whisper out and stand a little straighter as you approach…a little more tense than usual.
“Unknown?” Your brows furrow as you stop right before their form. “Is something wrong? You seem upset.”
“Up…Upset.” They repeat the word. “Beard…man. Why does he-he touch…you?”
“Beard man touching me… Oh, you mean Jeff.”
They don’t respond other than what you assume is a nod.
“We were just cuddling.” You shrug your shoulders, unsure how to answer their question. “We’ve always just gravitated to each other and found comfort in hugs and what not.”
Once again, the Unknown doesn’t respond and their smiling, blank face just stares at you. You swallow thickly and shift in your spot, until they suddenly dip their head down right in front of your face. You almost yelp at the sudden movement as their unblinking, empty eye sockets gaze uncomfortably on you.
Their head leans in further and tilts to one side of your face, twitching, before moving to the other. “Smell. You smell…”
You can’t help but scoff. “I probably do. It’s not like there are showers here-”
“Like…Him-Jeff.”
“Unknown…” You blink, owlishly. “Are you jealous? Can you even get jealous?”
“Jealous?” They repeat the word, your voice mixed in with their layered voice. “Do…Don’t know this word.”
“It means you’re upset that I am close with Jeff for some reason.”
“Yes…Upset.”
“Why?”
“You are mine.” Their words, despite how distorted and monstrous their voice is, are the clearest you’ve ever heard from the Unknown. It sends a shiver down your spine and yet, heat to your face all the same. Their hands grab at you and pull you against their twitching body and faintly, you can hear growls coming within them.
Their head slumps forward and the Unknown practically drapes its neck against the top of your head. You hear the sound of skin splitting and in the corner of your eye you see one of their red and almost slimy tendrils approach you. The appendage pauses for a moment before it rubs against your cheek, rubbing and twitching against your skin. You can’t help the gasp that leaves you. The tip barely brushes against the corner of your lips before the tendril trails down to caress your neck. If you weren’t flushed before, you definitely are now.
“Pet…smells like-like me…now.”
It is silent for a moment before you find the will to speak. “You’re going to have to start calling me by my name at some point, you know.”
“No, pet.” Their voice is surprisingly firm and it makes you chuckle softly. You don’t put up an argument this time. It’s clear that for some reason, they felt jealous of Jeff…and strangely you like it.
You accept your fate as the Unknown’s tendril continues to practically lap at your neck, and next thing you know, a second one appears and now both sides of your neck and face are being thoroughly licked and scented. The feeling is off putting yet oddly comforting too. Your hands move and grip the torn, white shirt their form has and you swear you can hear them purring.
currently watching: Love Island USA (guilty, fun pleasure) and hoping to start back up Animal Kingdom after my vacation
current obsession: jack abbot/pope cody, one of the knights from the renfaire i just went to...., my Lust perfume from Lush, Love Island...
currently reading: Bound (The Spider's Mate 3) by Tiffany Roberts and Like Men of War: Black Troops in the Civil War, 1862-1865 by Noah Andre Tredeau
currently working on: so many wips i er uh... Shion (overwatch) x reader, Joel Miller x Reader coffeeshop AU, Jack Abbot fanfic that was for mermay (brain worms man), part 3 of my Abbot/spn fic, another installment for the Unknown....
currently wearing: my DILF Carlisle Cullen shirt and pajama bottoms
last google search: words instead of said.... (dont come for me)
favorite flower: such a hard choice. i find myself stuck between Lily of the Valley (my birth month) and Magnolia flowers
tagging: @pandaispunk @glamorizethechaos @falcor-thee-luck-dragonand anyone else<3 (also dont feel pressured either mwuah)
Straight up, I freaking LOVE your my little pet fic with the unknown!! Not a lot of content for him and I GENUINELY loved it!!! I’ve reread it a lot already, made me try to hunt for more unknown fics but there’s just not too much out there, SO! Boy do I hope you write more!!! I love how unsettling and disturbing he is, yet pretty innocent and sincere since he doesn’t know a lot about people and humans, I DIG IT!!!
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Im so glad you liked it!! I wasn't sure if anyone really liked the Unknown that much to read a fic about them, but I decided to write it anyways. I hope to write for them again soon(tm). I have a few ideas I need to block out better before I get to writing. Tysm for the ask!
Summary: You've become the Unknown's favorite survivor in the fog.
Content/Warnings: Deebeedee things (talks of being killed/getting hooked), just confusing fluff, Unknown is referred to with they/them pronouns (i feel it was fitting for them in a fanfic setting giving their cosmetics and how their voice is layered), lots of fanon ideas (survivors/killers hanging out outside trials), Jeff and Reader are close, Reader is friends/friendly with some of the killers, Unknown is written with a stutter and lots of pauses (i hope to try and emulate how they speak and seem to adapt phrases/words they hear.)
A/N: Please walk with me here and hear me out. We listen and we do not judge OKAY. So like, this may go romantic, it may not. it may go to many places for I have different ideas for drabbles. I just know I was watching my friend stream and she played the Unknown and the idea popped in my head. I KNOW. I am just as confused as you. i just think, lore wise, the Unknown is great.
Part Two
It is no secret that killers have their favorites in the foggy realm. When you first joined your fellow survivors warned you that a killer could pick you, and that could either be favorable or a down right nightmare. You've witnessed first hand in the trials such treatment: from the Doctor almost always letting Feng Min go; the Huntress going easier on the women; how Michael Myers will seek out Laurie to kill her; all the killers seem to despise Ashe for some reason; or how Wesker will focus on getting Chris, either out of bloodlust or something else.
And outside the trials too, in the dilapidated village and meadow near the campfire, killers and survivors can mingle if they so choose. For some reason the Entity–who you've been told is the spider-like legs that brought everyone here–doesn't seem to care what happens outside the trials as long as no one hurts the other too gravely. So, you've gotten a chance to somewhat interact with killers outside of being chased and hooked, and get to see some of the tenuous friendships, or understandings, forged. You can’t quite wrap your head around befriending the killers, but Sally, Philip, and Anna (whose names you learned outside the trials) seem nice enough to where you’re comfortable interacting with them in that meadow.
No killer has seemingly decided to favor you inside the trials and you weren’t sure if you were grateful for that or not…until they joined the realm.
Well, you aren't really sure what they are, per se. They may have a human man's form, but it's clear by how twisted they look or the tentacles emerge from their back that they are something else. They're probably something the human mind can't comprehend. Their voice is layered and stuttery, and honestly, the give everyone the creeps.
And yet, when you both came in contact with each other in their first trial in the rainy Red Forest, they stopped and their form twitched violently. You remember them uttering one single word: you.
Ever since then, they haven't harmed you. The Unknown actively avoids hitting you, opting to just follow you around unless someone gets close to you…then they chase them. You suppose you can be grateful for the fact they never hook or kill you, giving you somewhat of a break. Although, you can’t help but also feel guilty that your teammates get the brunt of their damage if they so much as look your way.
You're not sure what to do or to say, and you've never really seen them outside the trials either. It's clear whatever the Unknown is understands human speech and attempts to replicate it. They've tried speaking to you but nothing much comes out of it other than them asking for you to stay near them in the trials you both are in. But what do they want then?
You groan as you wake up near the crackling fire, feeling like you always did when you're sacrificed: sore and in pain. You were the first–and hopefully the only–one killed by the Clown and despite the pain you feel from the hooks, the Entity's claws, and those pink gas clouds of his, you're just glad he didn't straight up kill you and take your finger like he has before.
“I got you, I got you.” You hear a soft voice whisper as large hands help you up. You give Jeff a strained, but grateful smile as he assists you to your feet.
“Does it ever get better?” You ask with a weak chuckle, knowing the answer he'll give.
Jeff laughs back as he guides you to the logs around the fire. He lets you slump against his form as you both sit down and lay against the wood. “I wish I could say yes, but…”
“I know.” You huff and see movement in your peripheral. Both Quentin and Zarina have returned from the same trial as you. “You guys make it?”
“Yeah, sorry we couldn't get you in time.” The younger male gives you a guilty look which you wave off.
“Don’t worry about it…where's Ashe?”
“He wants to find hatch and rub it in.” Zarina says with a roll of her eyes before she sits across from you on the other side of the fire. Before anyone could say anything else, Ashe's boisterous laugh fills the clearing.
“I got the hatch!” He grins and takes a seat next to you. He bumps your shoulder gently as you stay leaning against Jeff. “Sorry I couldn't save you, sugar, but your sacrifice did not go in vain.”
“It's okay. Glad you three got out.” You sigh, feeling a little better as the time passes. You suppose you could be thankful the lingering pain doesn't last for too long. The remnants of pain grew tolerable as you relaxed, staring at the fire. You miss your home and family dearly, but you're glad you've created something of a family here with your fellow survivors.
A few more bodies join the campfire, some looking in pain from being sacrificed while others appear fine. You've gotten to the point where the aches are barely present and you no longer feel the need to rest against Jeff's shoulder. Some people chatted about trials and others talked about their lives before the Entity claimed them. You pick on a few of them wanting to head to the meadow and you decide to join them.
“Are you sure you're good to go? Need any help?” Jeff asks softly while you move to stand.
“Nah, I'm feeling better. Some walking will do me good.” You smile at his kindness and stand with a stretch and low groan. It's true you wanted to walk around; it gets boring after a while just staring at the never-ending campfire. But also, you did want to speak with a few of the killers you liked. You were bridging the language barriers with Rin and Anna, and Sally grew on you outside the trials.
You linger towards the back of the small group of survivors. It's only a five minute walk to the desolate village and meadow, and your group arrived in no time. You didn't see Rin despite the Oni–who apparently is her ancestor–sitting at his usual spot, nor did you see Anna.
They must be in trials.
You did spot Sally, so you break away from the splitting survivor group and approach her. Her head perks up a little when she spots you. Despite her rather gaunt appearance without her usual hood, she is a beautiful woman. Her eyes meet yours before she smiles your way.
“Hello again.” She rasps, her head tilting slightly as her unblinking eyes watch you approach.
“Hey, Sally.” You instinctively go to ask how she is doing, but you've learned not to ask that of killers and they don't ask you. It leads to an awkward conversation about killing and being killed. “Philip is busy?”
“Oh yes, he is away.” She sounds woeful as she looks out at the other killers. “I do hope I see him soon. We've been pulled in so many times lately.”
“I was hoping to see him and get to know him more. He's so shy.” You chuckle and so does Sally.
“That is my Philip, always so shy yet so lovely too.” If she could blush, you assume she would be by the way she cups her own cheek with her palm and how she looks away from you. “The other day he…”
Her voice trails off, making you furrow your brows.
“That is strange.” She murmurs.
“What’s wrong, Sally?”
“Oh, it's just…” She stares before looking at you again. “They've never come here before.”
You slowly follow where she was once looking and freeze. In the tree line, nearly obscured by the darkness and thick fog, stands the Unknown. Despite them not appearing to have eyes, you can just feel that their stare is on you. You swallow thickly. They're not moving save the occasional twitching of their form. You feel Sally place a hand on your shoulder, tearing your gaze away from them.
“Are you alright? Do I need to get Kazan or Tarhos?” She offers. “Or perhaps Portia and Snug?”
“No, they won't hurt me…At least, I don't think they will.”
Unknown raises their twisted hand as their head tilts to the side. Their mouth doesn't quite open like a human's would but you still hear their distorted voice all the same, “Come-Come…here.”
“I was not expecting that, to be honest.” You mumble and you can see their arm twitching a little, like they're trying to beckon you over. You're half-inclined to go over to them and half-tempted to go back to the campfire. You slowly inhale, hold it, then exhale. “I'm going to see what they want.”
“Be careful. Even they give a lot of us the creeps.” Sally whispers before you walk towards the Unknown. You swear their head perks up a little when you get closer and you feel like your stomach is doing barrel rolls inside you. You cross the threshold of the meadow and forest, and before you know it, you're right before them. You have to slightly tilt your head back to look at their face, their height practically towering over you.
“Hell…Hello.” You barely see their teeth move when their voice comes out; their face is stuck in that forever grin.
“Um, hey.” You cringe a little at your awkwardness but how else does one greet and talk to an otherworldly being poorly disguised as a human? You take another deep breath in before speaking again, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but what…what do you want? Why do you follow me in trials?”
“Tr…Trials…” You swear you hear your own voice mixed with their voice and it is a little unsettling.
“Yes, the trials. You follow me and you don’t harm me despite it being what the Entity wants.”
“Entity.” You feel like this conversation won’t go anywhere, but then they surprise you. “Yo-You…Me. Pet. You’re my…my pet.”
“...What?”
“My pet!” They sounded genuinely happy as their head tilts to the side. Their arm moves in a jerky motion towards you, their fist nearly hitting you. You stumble backwards and nearly fall onto your ass. In their clutched hand are crudely picked flowers likely from the meadow behind you. Most look withered and decayed but they hold them out proudly for you. “These are…are for you!”
“Oh.” You blink and stare at the makeshift bouquet and then back to their face. You tentatively reach out and hold your hand out for him, facing your palm towards the obscured sky. A trill escapes the Unknown as they drop the flowers into your hand before pulling away.
“Do…you like them?”
“They’re nice.” You smile as you look at the bouquet. It truly isn’t that nice, but it is the Entity’s realm and it’s really the thought that counts. “I like them. Thank you.”
“Happy. You’re smile…it’s nice.”
Your smile widens at the compliment and you try to be polite back, “And I think yours is nice too.”
Another happy trill leaves them and their body unsettingly twitches. Their hand jerks out again and you attempt to not flinch back again. Their hand plops onto the top of your head before they start patting you. “Pet…Tha-Thank you. Good, pet. Good, little pet.”
“I’m almost wondering if you mean friend.” You chuckle. You see them tilt their head to the side and the patting stops for a moment. It was like they were confused. “You know, like someone you like and trust. Someone you want to be around.”
“Someone…you want to-to be around.” They repeat your words and once again you swear you hear your voice in the mix of voices.“Yes.”
“Then you want to be my friend?”
“Yes.” This conversation is not going where you assumed it would. You find yourself appreciating the efforts they have taken and it makes you a little more curious about them.
“Still pet to me-me. Though…”
You chuckle again. “We will work on that.”
“What…What did you just do…? That noise.”
“It’s called laughter. It means a lot of different things, but I am mostly just amused and a little bit happy.”
“Did I make you…you happy?”
You suppose they have made you happy with the little gift and letting you know they simply wanted to be your friend. “Yeah, you did.”
“Good. I want to make…you happy, little pet.”
“That isn’t my name, you know.” You shake your head and tell them your name, to which they repeated. “But I hope I make you happy too then.”
“You…will.” The way their voice sounded and how they almost leaned towards you sounded a little cryptic. They resume petting your head for a few moments before slinking their hand away from you. You’re about to ask what they meant but you hear a familiar, low rumble above you.
Glancing up, you can see darkening clouds before the tips of the Entity’s claws emerge: another trial is starting and it looks like you’re going back into the fog. You grimace and you can hear the Unknown make an upset noise at your expression.
“I’ll see you again soon, okay?”
“Okay.” The reply as the claws get closer and closer to you. “Bye bye… little pet.”
“Not a pet!” You try to get out before darkness overwhelms your vision and you feel yourself getting pulled away.Though, before all your senses are overwhelmed with brief nothingness, you swear you hear the Unknown’s distorted voice growl: “My pet.”
Hihi!!! Hope everythings okay with you and I hope to give u inspiration!! Regarding V for Vendetta 👉👈
A small fic inspired by the song Cry Baby Cry by the Angels where the reader is having one for those days where they can't help but cry about nothing or everything. That's just my 50 cents, thank you!!
Just One of Those Days
V x GN!Reader
Words: 2.3k+
A/N: okay, as someone who deals with BPD and PMDD, this fic hit hard for me to write. the way i flip back and forth between happy/sad/angry is so draining. Tysm for the request! I haven't felt to inspired to write for V, butttt I just rewatched the film and i may try to cook up more ideas. Hope you enjoyed!! Also I tried out posting fics under the ask. i used to not do that, but I figured try it out.
When you woke up, you already felt that pit in your stomach. You let out a deep sigh and reach out to the other side of the bed, finding it empty. V usually rises earlier than you or doesn't sleep at all, and yet not feeling him makes your throat tighten and eyes sting. You roll onto your side and curl up as you try not to cry over something that usually doesn't bother you.
You take an extra ten minutes to get up and start your day. Shuffling out of your bedroom and through the shadow gallery, you head to the kitchen for something to eat. V is still nowhere to be seen or heard and you try not to let it bother you. He's a busy man with his schemes and plans. You entered this relationship with him after you saved him and he gave you refuge knowing he would be away for many hours. And yet, as you pull a plate down for your breakfast, you can feel the stinging of salty tears in your eyes again.
You don't know why you get like this sometimes. It feels like you have a weight on both your chest and shoulders…where everything and anything no matter how big or how small the issue is makes you cry. You could be having a relatively nice day but if you were in this funk? One little thing that usually wouldn't bother you will set off the tears. You would've gone to the doctor about it but under Sutler's rule? You likely would have been black bagged long before you helped V out.
You pull out several foods you wanted to incorporate in the makeshift breakfast you're tossing together from the fridge. Just a simple mishmash of things you like and–your hand freezes when you look at your plate and see mold.
“What? This stuff is still pretty fresh.” You murmur out loud and make sure to check the dates on some of the foods. Maybe they weren't sealed back up properly, or maybe it's just a bad batch. But once again, the tears fill and spill from your waterline as you haphazardly dump what you already plated into the trash and quickly wash your hands. Instead you whip up some toast to nibble on.
You shuffle back into the main room and plop down on the couch. You grab the box from the coffee table and shuffle through various banned DVD cases to pick out something to watch. Your fingers pause on a certain one and you feel a surge of emotions rush through you. It wasn't even that memorable of a film but you remember your parents saved up the money and broke the law to buy it from a smuggler as it was a banned movie. You tear up from the sentiment alone this time before you opened the case, got up, and popped the DVD into the player.
You curl up under blankets as you watch the nostalgic movie. You're surprised at the fact you didn't cry during the film given how you've been feeling today. But when the movie ends, you can feel your lips start to quiver and a wave of emotions crashes down on you like a tsunami.
You can't help but connect the movie back to your parents before you lost them to Sutler and Creedy. You long for the carefree days of your childhood before you became all too aware of the atrocities happening around you. You remember the fun games your father would play with you or when he'd have you help him fix up the car (holding the flashlight was very important business). Your mother taught you family recipes you still remember and showed you how to patch up clothes when you played a little too hard with the neighborhood kids. It was a time where you didn't worry too much and you felt reassured by your parents that while the government is harsh and overbearing, nothing would happen to your family. That the fingermen wouldn’t take away your parents in the middle of the night and drop you off at a government regulated foster home.
And then you felt guilty that you wanted to go back to that time when you've been getting by–surviving–and finding joy again with V. The man who sweeps you off your feet and showers you with love and respect; something your last partners couldn't be bothered to give you. He's attentive with your needs when he isn’t scheming his take down of Sulter and he makes you feel special. You're nearly sobbing
“Ugh.” You slouch into the couch cushions, holding one of the blankets around you a little tighter. You let the credits roll as your sob session quickly resolves itself and you're left sniffling and your bottom lip quivering. Your eyes feel so, so sore and tender at this point, and the day isn't even over.
“Maybe I should clean and distract myself.” You mumble to yourself, a habit you picked up from V. You reluctantly unwrap your blankets and slowly stand up from the couch, taking a deep breath in hopes you'll stay calm and keep you productive enough.
You shuffle across the shadow gallery. First you dusted but then you felt tears spring up and you can tell it wasn't from the dust being disturbed. You wipe down any surfaces that need it, clean the kitchen and go through the food for anything else that may have expired or gone bad, and organize where you could. You even made it back to the bedroom to make the bed you left crumpled when you woke up. Your little cleaning spree worked (for the most part) in keeping you focused enough to not think about the urges to cry at anything and everything, or nothing at all.
You go back to the couch and lounge for a few minutes in peace, satisfied with the work you accomplished. Your mind doesn't drift off and you feel a little lighter all around. Maybe you can get through this day with no more tears shed.
Then, you hear V's footsteps echoing through the hallway that leads into the Shadow Gallery; something he makes sure to do so you aren't startled. You perk up from the couch and when you see him emerge, you can’t help but get up and practically speedwalk up to him. You feel tears well up and spill freely from your tender eyes once more and you don't hate it this time.
“My love, why the tears?” V hums as the back of his fingers trail down your cheek before you pull him into a tight hug.
“Just happy to see you is all.” You murmur followed by a sniffle. Your fingers curl and grip onto his cape a little tighter.
“Has it been one of those days?”
Your breath hitches and you pull back, your lips wobbling once more as your happy tears shift. “Is it that obvious?”
“Your eyes are swollen. It is okay though, my dear. I am just sorry that I was not here for you.”
“Oh, V. You're so sweet.” Another rush of tears hits you causing you to nuzzle your face against his shirt and the metal breast plate beneath it.
He places his hand on the back of your head and chuckles, “I did not mean to make you cry further.”
“I've been crying all day. I hate getting like this.”
“I know, but I am here now. Let me make today a little better for you.” Both of his gloved hands cup your face, his thumbs brushing under your eyes to wipe away any remaining tears. “How much did you eat today, my dear?”
“Just toast.” You nuzzle into one of his palms. “I was going to eat something more but what I grabbed was spoiled.”
He tuts softly but not at you. “That is a shame. I will keep a better eye out on what I take from the Chancellor next time. Come, we can cook together.”
V gently takes your hand in his and leads you into the kitchen with him. He gets his flowery apron on and then insists on helping you put on your frilly one much to your feigned protest. He starts pulling out ingredients, double-checking each thing, before removing his gloves.
“You'll have whatever you want, my love. Are you prepared to vanquish your hunger?” His theatrics make you laugh softly and you're pretty sure that's his goal. He slips off his gloves and sets them aside on the kitchen table. The sight of his intensely scarred flesh once shocked you, but it is a feature of V you’ve come to love and understand. The pain he must have gone through all thanks to Sutler and his cronies makes your heartache and tears form in your eyes. You turn away from him in hopes to hide the tears but you know it was a futile attempt. V is all too observant. You hear his footsteps approach you and his arms wrap around your middle.
“I’m-”
“No apologies, my dear. Just tell me what you are thinking.” You feel him press his mask against the top of your head.
“I…I was just thinking about you and the pain you’ve been through.” You’re then quick to add. “It’s not pity…just overwhelming love and sadness for you, V.”
“Oh, my dear.” V chuckles, squeezing you gently in his arms before turning you around to face him. “No tears for me, though I appreciate the sentiment. Now, tell me what you want and let us cook it.”
“Since I didn’t get to have a proper breakfast…Breakfast for dinner?” You give him a small smile.
“Breakfast for dinner it is… A full breakfast or-”
“No. Something simple. And hot cocoa, please.”
V lets out a hum at your response and ushers you along to follow his lead. A true staple in the recipes he seems to have memorized, V helps you prepare two pieces of ‘eggs in a basket’ paired with one of your favorite breakfast sides. Any little mistake you make, V is quick to distract you or make his own ridiculous mistake to make you laugh. It is a quick little moment, cooking with him, but it was one that lightened you.
V had you eat on the sofa as he went through his movie collection.
“I’ve already cried at one movie today. It’s perhaps best if you pick the movie.” You chuckle before taking another bite out of your food.
“And I will be here to shoulder you when you do once again.” V muses and plucks out a case.
Much like you predicted, you cried during the film while trying to drink your cooling cocoa, the flavor rich and deep. But this time, a strong arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you in close, letting you cling to him. His hand, still ungloved, gently trails up and down your back in comforting motions and by the end of the movie, your eyes feel puffy and sore once more. Your hand is a tight fight on his thigh until he coos softly and presses the hard nose and lips of his mask to your temple.
“Let's get to the bath and then bed. Some rest will do you good.” His voice is low and soothing as he helps you to your feet. You're exhausted from the crying today and clearly it is obvious to your partner. V is steady as he guides you to the bathroom for a quick bath. You giggle when he helps you bathe and when he finishes, wrapping a fluffy towel around you. You let out a surprised noise when he lifts you up and carries you into the bedroom you share with him; his immense strength always caught you off guard.
He dresses you in fresh clothes before he pulls back the covers, making you lay down. The only article of clothing V opts to remove from himself are his boots, his feet covered by thick, black socks, before he dims the lights and then joins in laying beside you. You immediately curl up against him, feeling relaxed…yet not truly calm.
You stare at his chest for a few moments before shifting back to stare at his mask. Despite everything and how the world cruelly shaped him, V is still so soft and gentle with you. Only for you. You feel the intense emotions hit you once again and he grunts to hold you against him once more. You don’t fight it, pressing the side of your head into his chest to hear his strong heartbeat.
“Why do you put up with me, V?” You mumble out loud. “I am a mess.”
“Because of the same reason you put up with me and my…escentricities: you love me and I love you dearly.” He keeps his voice low. “I am a mess too. I am a catastrophe–a monster, yet you stay by my side. You’ve taught me to love, something I didn’t think I would ever feel after what happened in Larkhill. I will be here for you no matter how many tears you shed or however many days you have where you feel like this.”
You don’t say anything at first, but when you part your lips, he stops you.
“No apologies, my dear.” He repeats to you again, his hand coming up to keep your head pressed against him. “You can’t help the way you feel and I do not fault you in that.”
“I was actually going to say I love you a lot, V.” You chuckle. “But I appreciate the sentiments nonetheless.”
“Oh.” He chuckles and pauses, moving his hand away from your head to hold you tightly. “I love you too, my dear.”
You let out a little huff and for the first time all day, you feel lighter. V’s words touched you deeply. You know you are going to have more days like this in the future, probably until you take your last breath. But you also know V will be by your side through each bad day and for every tear.
Hihi!!! Hope everythings okay with you and I hope to give u inspiration!! Regarding V for Vendetta 👉👈
A small fic inspired by the song Cry Baby Cry by the Angels where the reader is having one for those days where they can't help but cry about nothing or everything. That's just my 50 cents, thank you!!
Just One of Those Days
V x GN!Reader
Words: 2.3k+
Warnings/Content: talks of in world violence (black bagging), readers parents implied to be black bagged and dead, tough day for the reader, lots of crying, lots of comfort
A/N: okay, as someone who deals with BPD and PMDD, this fic hit hard for me to write. the way i flip back and forth between happy/sad/angry is so draining. Tysm for the request! I haven't felt to inspired to write for V, butttt I just rewatched the film and i may try to cook up more ideas. Hope you enjoyed!! Also I tried out posting fics under the ask. i used to not do that, but I figured try it out.
When you woke up, you already felt that pit in your stomach. You let out a deep sigh and reach out to the other side of the bed, finding it empty. V usually rises earlier than you or doesn't sleep at all, and yet not feeling him makes your throat tighten and eyes sting. You roll onto your side and curl up as you try not to cry over something that usually doesn't bother you.
You take an extra ten minutes to get up and start your day. Shuffling out of your bedroom and through the shadow gallery, you head to the kitchen for something to eat. V is still nowhere to be seen or heard and you try not to let it bother you. He's a busy man with his schemes and plans. You entered this relationship with him after you saved him and he gave you refuge knowing he would be away for many hours. And yet, as you pull a plate down for your breakfast, you can feel the stinging of salty tears in your eyes again.
You don't know why you get like this sometimes. It feels like you have a weight on both your chest and shoulders…where everything and anything no matter how big or how small the issue is makes you cry. You could be having a relatively nice day but if you were in this funk? One little thing that usually wouldn't bother you will set off the tears. You would've gone to the doctor about it but under Sutler's rule? You likely would have been black bagged long before you helped V out.
You pull out several foods you wanted to incorporate in the makeshift breakfast you're tossing together from the fridge. Just a simple mishmash of things you like and–your hand freezes when you look at your plate and see mold.
“What? This stuff is still pretty fresh.” You murmur out loud and make sure to check the dates on some of the foods. Maybe they weren't sealed back up properly, or maybe it's just a bad batch. But once again, the tears fill and spill from your waterline as you haphazardly dump what you already plated into the trash and quickly wash your hands. Instead you whip up some toast to nibble on.
You shuffle back into the main room and plop down on the couch. You grab the box from the coffee table and shuffle through various banned DVD cases to pick out something to watch. Your fingers pause on a certain one and you feel a surge of emotions rush through you. It wasn't even that memorable of a film but you remember your parents saved up the money and broke the law to buy it from a smuggler as it was a banned movie. You tear up from the sentiment alone this time before you opened the case, got up, and popped the DVD into the player.
You curl up under blankets as you watch the nostalgic movie. You're surprised at the fact you didn't cry during the film given how you've been feeling today. But when the movie ends, you can feel your lips start to quiver and a wave of emotions crashes down on you like a tsunami.
You can't help but connect the movie back to your parents before you lost them to Sutler and Creedy. You long for the carefree days of your childhood before you became all too aware of the atrocities happening around you. You remember the fun games your father would play with you or when he'd have you help him fix up the car (holding the flashlight was very important business). Your mother taught you family recipes you still remember and showed you how to patch up clothes when you played a little too hard with the neighborhood kids. It was a time where you didn't worry too much and you felt reassured by your parents that while the government is harsh and overbearing, nothing would happen to your family. That the fingermen wouldn’t take away your parents in the middle of the night and drop you off at a government regulated foster home.
And then you felt guilty that you wanted to go back to that time when you've been getting by–surviving–and finding joy again with V. The man who sweeps you off your feet and showers you with love and respect; something your last partners couldn't be bothered to give you. He's attentive with your needs when he isn’t scheming his take down of Sulter and he makes you feel special. You're nearly sobbing
“Ugh.” You slouch into the couch cushions, holding one of the blankets around you a little tighter. You let the credits roll as your sob session quickly resolves itself and you're left sniffling and your bottom lip quivering. Your eyes feel so, so sore and tender at this point, and the day isn't even over.
“Maybe I should clean and distract myself.” You mumble to yourself, a habit you picked up from V. You reluctantly unwrap your blankets and slowly stand up from the couch, taking a deep breath in hopes you'll stay calm and keep you productive enough.
You shuffle across the shadow gallery. First you dusted but then you felt tears spring up and you can tell it wasn't from the dust being disturbed. You wipe down any surfaces that need it, clean the kitchen and go through the food for anything else that may have expired or gone bad, and organize where you could. You even made it back to the bedroom to make the bed you left crumpled when you woke up. Your little cleaning spree worked (for the most part) in keeping you focused enough to not think about the urges to cry at anything and everything, or nothing at all.
You go back to the couch and lounge for a few minutes in peace, satisfied with the work you accomplished. Your mind doesn't drift off and you feel a little lighter all around. Maybe you can get through this day with no more tears shed.
Then, you hear V's footsteps echoing through the hallway that leads into the Shadow Gallery; something he makes sure to do so you aren't startled. You perk up from the couch and when you see him emerge, you can’t help but get up and practically speedwalk up to him. You feel tears well up and spill freely from your tender eyes once more and you don't hate it this time.
“My love, why the tears?” V hums as the back of his fingers trail down your cheek before you pull him into a tight hug.
“Just happy to see you is all.” You murmur followed by a sniffle. Your fingers curl and grip onto his cape a little tighter.
“Has it been one of those days?”
Your breath hitches and you pull back, your lips wobbling once more as your happy tears shift. “Is it that obvious?”
“Your eyes are swollen. It is okay though, my dear. I am just sorry that I was not here for you.”
“Oh, V. You're so sweet.” Another rush of tears hits you causing you to nuzzle your face against his shirt and the metal breast plate beneath it.
He places his hand on the back of your head and chuckles, “I did not mean to make you cry further.”
“I've been crying all day. I hate getting like this.”
“I know, but I am here now. Let me make today a little better for you.” Both of his gloved hands cup your face, his thumbs brushing under your eyes to wipe away any remaining tears. “How much did you eat today, my dear?”
“Just toast.” You nuzzle into one of his palms. “I was going to eat something more but what I grabbed was spoiled.”
He tuts softly but not at you. “That is a shame. I will keep a better eye out on what I take from the Chancellor next time. Come, we can cook together.”
V gently takes your hand in his and leads you into the kitchen with him. He gets his flowery apron on and then insists on helping you put on your frilly one much to your feigned protest. He starts pulling out ingredients, double-checking each thing, before removing his gloves.
“You'll have whatever you want, my love. Are you prepared to vanquish your hunger?” His theatrics make you laugh softly and you're pretty sure that's his goal. He slips off his gloves and sets them aside on the kitchen table. The sight of his intensely scarred flesh once shocked you, but it is a feature of V you’ve come to love and understand. The pain he must have gone through all thanks to Sutler and his cronies makes your heartache and tears form in your eyes. You turn away from him in hopes to hide the tears but you know it was a futile attempt. V is all too observant. You hear his footsteps approach you and his arms wrap around your middle.
“I’m-”
“No apologies, my dear. Just tell me what you are thinking.” You feel him press his mask against the top of your head.
“I…I was just thinking about you and the pain you’ve been through.” You’re then quick to add. “It’s not pity…just overwhelming love and sadness for you, V.”
“Oh, my dear.” V chuckles, squeezing you gently in his arms before turning you around to face him. “No tears for me, though I appreciate the sentiment. Now, tell me what you want and let us cook it.”
“Since I didn’t get to have a proper breakfast…Breakfast for dinner?” You give him a small smile.
“Breakfast for dinner it is… A full breakfast or-”
“No. Something simple. And hot cocoa, please.”
V lets out a hum at your response and ushers you along to follow his lead. A true staple in the recipes he seems to have memorized, V helps you prepare two pieces of ‘eggs in a basket’ paired with one of your favorite breakfast sides. Any little mistake you make, V is quick to distract you or make his own ridiculous mistake to make you laugh. It is a quick little moment, cooking with him, but it was one that lightened you.
V had you eat on the sofa as he went through his movie collection.
“I’ve already cried at one movie today. It’s perhaps best if you pick the movie.” You chuckle before taking another bite out of your food.
“And I will be here to shoulder you when you do once again.” V muses and plucks out a case.
Much like you predicted, you cried during the film while trying to drink your cooling cocoa, the flavor rich and deep. But this time, a strong arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you in close, letting you cling to him. His hand, still ungloved, gently trails up and down your back in comforting motions and by the end of the movie, your eyes feel puffy and sore once more. Your hand is a tight fight on his thigh until he coos softly and presses the hard nose and lips of his mask to your temple.
“Let's get to the bath and then bed. Some rest will do you good.” His voice is low and soothing as he helps you to your feet. You're exhausted from the crying today and clearly it is obvious to your partner. V is steady as he guides you to the bathroom for a quick bath. You giggle when he helps you bathe and when he finishes, wrapping a fluffy towel around you. You let out a surprised noise when he lifts you up and carries you into the bedroom you share with him; his immense strength always caught you off guard.
He dresses you in fresh clothes before he pulls back the covers, making you lay down. The only article of clothing V opts to remove from himself are his boots, his feet covered by thick, black socks, before he dims the lights and then joins in laying beside you. You immediately curl up against him, feeling relaxed…yet not truly calm.
You stare at his chest for a few moments before shifting back to stare at his mask. Despite everything and how the world cruelly shaped him, V is still so soft and gentle with you. Only for you. You feel the intense emotions hit you once again and he grunts to hold you against him once more. You don’t fight it, pressing the side of your head into his chest to hear his strong heartbeat.
“Why do you put up with me, V?” You mumble out loud. “I am a mess.”
“Because of the same reason you put up with me and my…escentricities: you love me and I love you dearly.” He keeps his voice low. “I am a mess too. I am a catastrophe–a monster, yet you stay by my side. You’ve taught me to love, something I didn’t think I would ever feel after what happened in Larkhill. I will be here for you no matter how many tears you shed or however many days you have where you feel like this.”
You don’t say anything at first, but when you part your lips, he stops you.
“No apologies, my dear.” He repeats to you again, his hand coming up to keep your head pressed against him. “You can’t help the way you feel and I do not fault you in that.”
“I was actually going to say I love you a lot, V.” You chuckle. “But I appreciate the sentiments nonetheless.”
“Oh.” He chuckles and pauses, moving his hand away from your head to hold you tightly. “I love you too, my dear.”
You let out a little huff and for the first time all day, you feel lighter. V’s words touched you deeply. You know you are going to have more days like this in the future, probably until you take your last breath. But you also know V will be by your side through each bad day and for every tear.
just read your kinktober fic with the asset and oh my godddd it was SO HOT IM SWEATING 🥵
AHHH YAY!
It's honestly one of my favorites that I have written since I went out of my 'comfort' zone of writing! Im glad you enjoyed it too! TYSM for this message <3
Content/Warning(s): crossover au, mostly from jacks POV, reader comes and visits with injuries, characters are probably OOC, reader's backstory is discussed (death/parent death, torture), John Winchester mentioned, SMUT (penetration, protected sex, jack is lowkey a brat and likes to be dominated in this lol) (I tried to be as non-specific with readers body as possible), Dean's an ass again but I love him.
Summary: A look into your relationship with Jack, and the abnormalities that follow.
A/N: Sorry this took so long, my brain is a little scrambled as of late. But I have the remaining two chapters I have planned out, I just gotta write them. It'll probably be a minute, bc I am also working on a big fic I hope to get done in May for Mermay. Alsooo, you dont HAAAVE to read part one, but its probably best you do. Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter 1
Jack wakes with a slight groan into his pillow as soft, morning light dances across his face. His muscles tense for a moment before he rolls onto his back and sits up, stretching his arms above his head. He takes a moment to process being awake and then grabs his cell on the nightstand.
A small smile grows when he sees your name in his notifications. It’s been about four months since you both decided to make it official after only three in person dates. You and Jack texted and called between those dates, getting to know each other, before you finally told him ‘Life's too short and I like you.’
Quickly tapping in his passcode, Jack opens his messages and sees you sent two more selfies. One is of you, Sam, and Dean leaning against the Impala with coffee cups; Dean looking especially tired. The second is just of you.
‘Early, early morning in Virginia. It should be the last day though I hope.’ Is what you wrote.
He's still a little confused about your work; you've said something about mechanics and researchers but he never really presses since it's clear you can't tell him. He almost wonders if you work for the government because of the secrecy. Jack saves both pictures to his phone–like he does with all your selfies–before lifting his phone to take his own selfie. He still isn't sure what his best angle is but he knows you'll like it regardless.
‘Coming to Pittsburgh?’ He types out and sends.
Almost immediately hearts fill his screen and he laughs.
‘I'm trying to talk Dean and Sam into dropping me off but they don't want to drive the extra 6 hours :(. Maybe Castiel will.’
Jack hums and rubs his face with one hand as he slowly types out his response with thumb. ‘If not, there is always a next time.’
Despite the long distance–you either in Lebanon, Kansas or Sioux Falls and him in Pittsburgh–you both make it work and it always seems like Castiel can get you to Pittsburgh whenever you both want to meet up for a weekend. Jack's half tempted to set aside a couple of hundreds for the man that helps him see his partner as frequently as he does. He offers to come to you but the two brothers don't want anyone finding out where they live (another possible key to you three being a part of some secret government program) and has only been to Bobby's place twice. You always want to come see him. If that's to get away from your family–who he thinks are a bit overbearing when it comes to you being in a relationship–he's fine with it.
Jack gets out of bed slowly, making sure to slip on his silicon gel pad correctly before he attaches his prosthetic. He doesn’t work tonight and doesn't have any set-in-stone plans, so he wanders into his kitchen in just his sleep shorts. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and he pulls it out after getting his coffee pot ready and going.
‘Send me another picture, I'm bored with Squirrel and Moosey here.’
He chuckles at the nicknames you use for Dean and Sam. He takes a second before raising his phone up and then tilted slightly downwards, getting a great angle of his face and his body. He snaps the picture and sends it to you quickly. He is half surprised he doesn't get a quick response from you. He sets his phone down and pours himself a cup of black coffee after his pot dings.
His phone starts buzzing and it's an incoming call from you. It takes him a few seconds to answer and as soon as he does he hears your voice.
“Jack Abbot, are you trying to kill me?” You hiss but your voice sounds delighted too. It makes him chuckle into the phone. “Yeah, laugh it up. I was in a very important meeting, drinking water, and almost choked when I saw what you sent.”
“Did you like it though?” He murmurs and raises his mug to his lips, blowing gently on the dark liquid before taking a sip. “I thought it was one of my better ones.”
“It’s amazing and I will be making it my new homescreen. Thank you very much.”
“Glad you like it, Trouble. I can send more to you if you like.”
“Very much I would like more, but maybe later so I don’t make a fool of myself again.”
“Noted.” Jack chuckles again and wanders over to his couch to sit down. “If you can get here, when do you think you can come in?”
“We hope to finish up today. But if not, tomorrow. You work tomorrow night?”
“Nope. Two nights off in a row, lucky me.”
“Perfect. I was thinking of staying a couple days if that’s alright with you?”
“Always, Trouble.”
“Then it’s set–Oh shoot, okay.” It sounds like you were cut off by who he assumes is Sam or Dean. “I got to go, Doc. Don’t have too much fun without me.”
“Never, Trouble.” He grins into the phone.
“Mwuah.”
“Still not doing that back.”
“You’re no fun, gramps.” He can practically see the pout and the smile you’re trying not to let slip before you hang up the phone. He takes a longer sip of his coffee and glances around his place.
“Guess I could get tidied up, just in case.” Jack mumbles to himself. He doesn’t get up right away, choosing to just lounge a bit. A little smirk appears on his face before he decides to send you another picture at the same angle, making sure to get his lap in the picture as well. He sends it to you and instantly you’re blowing up his phone again.
It is a little after seven in the evening when Jack gets a text from Robby asking if he wants to come get drinks with him and a few others from The Pitt. Not receiving a text from you in a while, he assumes you won’t make it. He shrugs on his old leather jacket and grabs his wallet and keys from his kitchen counter. Clicking off the lights, he opens his apartment door and freezes.
You're standing there with your fist raised as if you were about to knock. You both look stunned for a moment before a smile breaks out on your face.
“Surprise, Doc. I made it tonight thanks to Cas.” Your eyes dart down his form and then back to his face. “Going out? Sorry, I spaced texting that I could make it. I can stay here if you-”
“No, no. It’s okay. Come in.” He gestures for you to come inside and takes your duffle from you. “Yeah, Robby invited me out after his shift but I can stay in–What happened to your lip?” His eyes finally narrow in on your face once his surprise wears off and he can see a fresh cut through your upper lip and a bruise forming on your cheek.
“It’s not a big deal.” You brush him off but he sets your bag on the floor and cups your jaw oh so gently, tilting your head enough to get a good look. His thumb brushes over the discolored skin, his eyes squinting as he assesses the damage. “I’m fine, Jack. No headache, no dizziness, no motion sickness or aversion to lights. I’m not delicate.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you.” He murmurs, his eyes lingering on your face a little longer before his arms wrap around your body. He holds you tightly against his body and he can feel you returning the gesture. He'll have to spend the night looking over your body for any extra wounds–he pushes that thought away so he doesn't get too worked up yet.
“Thank you for worrying, but I promise. I’m fine.” He feels you gently rub his back and lean your head against his.
Jack pulls back with a little huff to kiss your forehead. “I’ll drop it for now even if it bugs me a little. I’m just glad to see you again…”
“Maybe I can finally get to meet your friends from work tonight?” You tilt your head and bat your lashes his way.
“With those wounds and what you texted this morning, I assumed you’d be too tired.”
“Hey, if I wasn’t here with you I’d be in a bar with Dean and Sammy. I’ve been wanting to formally meet Dana and Robby.”
Jack laughs softly, “And they've been begging to meet you. C'mon, it's a short walk to the bar we like.”
After you both leave his apartment and lock up, Jack loops your arm with his and guides you out of his building. He was right, it was a short walk to end up in a bar that definitely fits a ‘dive bar aesthetic.’ You chuckle and make a comment about how Dean would like a place like this. Thankfully with no game on tonight, the bar isn't too packed or too loud. His hand finds its usual spot on your lower back as you both move through the establishment until he spots Robby, Dana, Whittaker, and McKay sitting at a round table in the corner. Their heads all turned and faced them both, looks of surprise and smiles appeared.
“Why isn’t the poor soul who said yes to Abbot.” Robby teases as you both sit down at the table.
“Hey, they were the one to ask me out.” Jack chuckles and immediately wraps his arm around over the back of your chair. His fingers touch your skin and his thumb brushes over the bottom of the handprint scar there.
“We're so happy to meet you. Jack never shuts up about you.” Dana says, placing her hand on her chest while her other one reaches out to shake yours. You’re eager to accept and introduce yourself to the others promptly and very quickly, you get along with the others.
———
Jack and you practically tumble back into his apartment, lips locked together as his hands find your hips. Neither of you drank much other than a beer or two but the distance and build up always makes you hungry for one another. His hand touching your arm or resting on your lap, inching tantalizingly close but never really reaching there, throughout the night really made the anticipation grow between you both.
His bedroom door slams open and he isn’t bothered to check if the doorknob dented the wall. Instead, Jack’s guiding you to his bed and falling on top of you when your back hits the comforter. His fingers easily get your pants unbuttoned while you grip at his shirt and hair.
“Fuck, I missed you, Trouble.” He murmurs against your lips before lifting himself up enough to shrug off his coat and pull off his shirt. He helps you get your own clothes off quickly along with the rest of his. Your body is always a sight to behold for him and he can’t help but stare you over every time you’re with him, even when you whine for him to touch you. He takes note of every little scar–old and new–and that tattoo on your chest each time.
Jack likes to tease you, take his time working you up until you get frustrated and take what you want.
Just like now. His fingers tease where you ache for him most. His lips and tongue work over your chest and neck all while you squirm.
“You think you’re ready for me?” His voice is husky as he licks over your nipple, his fingers slowly working you open for him. “I don’t know if you are ready.”
“Jack, stop teasing.” You mumble and give him the look that tells him you’re getting frustrated. Good.
“Nah.” He grins against your skin and slows his fingers down.
“Jack.” Next thing he knew you’ve managed to get your leg around his hip and then flip you both over with ease that always takes him by surprise. You’re now perched on top of him while he stares up at you, wide-eyed and with a smile. He’s right where he wants to be.
You huff softly and reach over to his night stand, yanking open the drawer. You fill around until you pull out one of his condoms. “Put it on or I will.”
“I kind of want you to.” His smile widens when you immediately tear open the aluminum wrapper. Already pre-lubed, you slide the condom over his cock with ease before gripping the base.
Jack watches in awe as you raise your hips and slowly take him with a relieved moan. His hands find purchase on your hips as you start to move in earnest. It’s a quick fuck but God does it feel amazing. He watches you move with hooded eyes and his mouth slightly agape. He doesn’t control your movements, letting you set the pace and chase your own pleasure. Your hands grip his wrists as you rock your hips while tilting your head back.
“That's it. You feel amazing.” He rasps with a low moan of his own. He feels you start to move faster before you take your hands off his wrists and splay them out over his chest. Your fingers curl in and squeeze his pecs, your nails digging into his flesh. He loves it.
“Jack…” There it is. That soft whimper of his name as your head tilts forward, your brows scrunched and your eyes squeezed shut. “Jack-!”
You gasp and tighten around his length. He grunts before his soft moans leave his lips as he comes. He can feel himself filling the condom as you sloppily rock your hips for a few more seconds before stopping. You're both panting and you slowly drape yourself over him, not caring about the mess you left on his pubic area.
Jack wraps his arms tightly around your sweaty frame and kisses the top of your head, breathing in your scent as you both come down from your mutual highs. He feels your hot breath against his skin and it brings him an odd sense of comfort. Jack's hands caress your back while you push up and hover over him with that breathtaking, sated smile of yours.
“I missed you.” You coo softly and lean back down for a sensual kiss.
“I missed you too.” He mumbles against your lips before kissing you back.
—–—
The light from the window wakes him up once more but this time he isn’t alone. He feels your arm around his middle–hand splayed out over his chest–with your face pressed between his shoulder blades. He lets out a soft sigh and he feels you shift behind him. A smile appears on his face when he hears you grumble a soft good morning and lift your head to rest your chin on his shoulder.
“Sleep well?” You mumble, kissing his shoulder before playfully biting it. He chuckles softly and shifts a little as a little warning. You move away as he rolls onto his back and immediately you're draping yourself over him.
“Slept very well with you here.” He smiles softly, tracing your spine gently with his fingertips. He lets out a content sigh as he looks you over; the sleep still clinging to your face, his covers draped over your nude body, the faint marks he left on your neck and shoulders. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a million bucks, Doc.” Your grin makes his smile widen. You always respond that way the morning after and it still hasn't gotten old. You press your cheek against his chest and your expression falls into something wistful.
“Something on your mind, Trouble?”
“Have I ever told you the story of my parents?”
“Not in detail, but you don't have to.”
“I…I want to. Especially after all you told me about Maria and what happened overseas.” He swallows thickly when you mention his late wife.
“I didn't tell you that stuff to make you share your trauma, you know? I hope I didn't make you feel that you have-”
“No, Jack, I want to. I want you to know.” You take a few seconds to speak and he lets you have all the time you need. “It was a rainy night in November. My family and I were in North Dakota at the time and we got back from a fun day at the theaters and mall. I got new hotwheels and a polly pocket. Man, I loved those things.” You chuckle softly and it makes Jack smile fondly.
You continue, “I could tell something was wrong. My parents were on edge, whispering about something. My dad called someone and my mom promptly took me to bed, so I don’t know who he called or about what. I think I was asleep for a good two hours before a strange man shook me awake. He dragged me from my hair from my bed and downstairs to the living room. My parents were pretty hurt–tied to the dining room chairs. I was tied up in front of them and…and he made me watch what he did.”
Jack feels your hot tears land on his chest and he hugs you closer, his hand rubbing comforting circles. He can feel his own tears in his eyes form and bile rise in his throat at what you went through as a child.
“It was so cruel what he did. I begged him to stop but then he hit me hard enough to knock me out. That's how I got my scar in my hairline. I woke up…my parents were barely clinging on and that's when he ki-” You suck in a shaky breath and exhale slowly. “That's when he killed them. He was about to kill me and that's when Bobby and John Winchester broke in. Must have spooked the guy so bad to see two men barreling at him with weapons because he just…left. He's never been caught.”
Jack murmurs your name softly and helps pull you up his body so he can tuck your head against his neck. “I…Fuck, I am so sorry you went through that. No child should go through that.”
“Thank you…I wish John or Bobby coulda killed that demon. I hate knowing he's still out there.” They way you said demon sounded like you truly believed that man was one, and to Jack, he was. “That's when Bobby took me in. It took some time but he adopted me. John had his hands full raising Sam and Dean after his wife was killed. Bobby never wanted kids–he was afraid of ending up like his piece of shit dad–but he is the best damn father a person could wish for.”
“He's great. Always nice to me.”
“That's because I threatened him.” You sniffle then laugh against his neck before kissing his neck. “You know, when I first brought you to his house he was going to leave his shotgun out on the table as a warning.”
Jack chuckles. “Yeah, I could see that.”
You hum softly before propping yourself up, looking down at him with a soft smile. He can see the remnants of tears on your cheeks, your eyes slightly red and glossy. There is still some sadness in your gaze but it's clear to him you're not wanting things to linger on this conversation. “I'm going to use the bathroom and then get dressed. We should go get some breakfast at that diner I like.”
“Sounds good, Trouble…And I just wanted to say thank you for sharing that with me and trusting me with it. You didn't have to and it…it means a lot to me that you trust me enough.”
“Of course.” You smile, though he can see an almost sad shift in your eyes before you lean down and give him a quick kiss. You nip his bottom lip and pull away, getting up out of bed. Jack can't help but shamelessly watch you leave the bedroom–likely to your bag still in the front first–before he slowly gets up himself. He slips on his gel pad and digs into his nightstand for a clean pair of briefs. He gets himself covered and gets his prosthetic back on, taking a moment to stretch himself. He licks his lips and decides to mosey out of his bedroom for a glass of water.
Jack scratches the back of the head and then halts.
You're kneeling–wide eyed– with one hand under his kitchen sink and the other clutching black pouch.
He tilts his head to the side, raising a brow while folding his arms over his chest. “What are you doing there, Trouble?”
“Don't laugh or judge me.” You sheepishly smile and pull your hand out from under his sink. You close the door and stand up, walking towards him still holding the bag.
“You know I won't.”
“So, you know I am superstitious and I just wanted to make sure you're safe from stuff here at your apartment when I can’t be around.” You hold up the small black pouch in your hand to show him it. “My friend Rowena is a witch and she made me these protection hex bags.”
“Okay.” All he does is raise a brow and shrug his shoulders as he meets the distance to stand in front of you.
“Just…okay?”
“If it gives you peace of mind, I don’t mind.” He then chuckles as he places his hands on your shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze. “Do I think it's a little strange? Yes, a little. But, I trust and respect you and your beliefs.”
You let out a sigh and then smile. “Then I can give you these too.” You move away from and to your bag, rummaging around while setting down the hex bag. It takes a few seconds before you're standing up and walking over to him. You hand him a beaded bracelet and a necklace made with a leather cord, both adorned with silver charms that match the tattoo on your chest.
“I take it these are for protection too?”
“In a sense. Wear them and they will keep you safe.” He stares at the two pieces of simple pieces of jewelry as you look around his apartment to place the last hex bag. To many people these things would be strange. Hell, even he is a little perplexed. But these things are just a part of you and he loves them. He slips on the bracelet and necklace without any hesitation as you finish hiding the last bag.
His eyes follow your form as you grab fresh clothes from your bag. “C'mon, go get dressed, Jack. I want those pancakes.”
He laughs and shakes his head before complying.
———
Jack is leaning against the wall outside the ambulance bay when he gets a call from you. It was one of the days he worked the day shift to give Robby a day off. He brings the phone up to his ear, already grinning to talk to you.
“Hey, Trouble.” He murmurs into his cell the way you like him to.
“Hey, Dr. Sexy.” You reply back with a chuckle.
“Need something or did you just want to hear my voice?”
“A little bit of column A, a little bit of column B.”
“Well tell me what you need then.”
“It's sort of a last minute request but…” Your voice trails off before continuing. “Next weekend is comic con in Pittsburgh and I was wondering if you'd be able to let my friend Charlie and I stay at your place between Friday and Monday? We even have a third ticket if you want to come with us.”
“Comic Con?” He laughs softly. “Didn't know you'd be into going to those.”
“What can I say? I love a good sci-fi series like Stargate.”
“Now that's a movie I haven't seen in a while.” He hums and takes a few moments to recount next week's schedule. “I think I work days on Friday and Sunday, but I should be free Saturday. And also yes, of course, you and your friend can stay.”
“Awesome, thank you so much.” Jack can hear the excitement in your voice and it makes him smile. “Have I ever mentioned I love you?”
He nearly chokes on air. “I think that's the first you've told me that, sweetheart. I love you too.”
“Good, I was thinking it may be too soon to say that but like you know: life is short blah, blah, blah, and you're the first person to really treat me this nice. Oh great, I'm getting teary eyed.”
“That's very sweet, Trouble.” He can't help the smile that grows on his lips as he hears you sniffle softly on the other side of the phone. “And I feel the same about you, okay? The people I dated sporadically after Maria have been next to nothing compared to you.”
“Stop, I'm gonna really start to cry and then Dean will tease the shit out of me.” His heart warms and his face softens at the genuine emotions in your voice. “But yeah, love you, Jack Abbot.”
“Love you too. I gotta get back in, but don’t hesitate to text me.”
“Save lives, Doc.”
Jack spent the week waiting for your visit with anticipation, both to see you and meet Charlie; someone you've only mentioned twice before. He is at work Friday and you've been texting him about coming thanks to Castiel (and once again, he is reminded he needs to set aside money for that man.) He glances at his watch and is thankful to see it's 6:43pm. He's about to take a brief moment to check his phone when Lupe comes in calling his name.
“Dr. Abbot, you have visitors.” She smiles at him and turns around right as you, Castiel, and a redheaded woman come into view. You and who he assumes is Charlie are holding duffle bags.
“Sorry for dropping in here but you still haven't made a copy of your key for me.” You grin as he blinks away his surprise. He can hear Dana chuckle behind him as he walks up to you and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead. “We can wait in the breakroom until your shift is up.”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course. Sorry, I should have made that for you by now.” He murmurs and cups your jaw. He can see a healing cut on your brow but says nothing about it. You must have seen the way his jaw clenches because you turn your head and kiss his palm. “C'mon, let's get you guys in the breakroom before another trauma inevitably comes in.”
To his surprise, the last fifteen minutes went smoothly for a shift in The Pitt and it only took an extra few minutes to brief Shen on all the people that will be staying in the ED before he grabbed his stuff from his locker. When he gets to the staff break room and pushes open the door, he smiles at the sight of you, Charlie, and Dana laughing loudly while Castiel looks perplexed between the three of you.
“You guys ready to go?” Jack asks, amused at the giggles and sideways glances you lot are giving him. Everyone says their goodbyes and he leads everyone to his truck. “Are you going to the convention too, Cas?”
“No. Dean and Sam require me back home. I just wanted to make sure they got to you safely.” Castiel nods, gives Charlie and you a nod, before he starts walking off in a random direction. Jack blinks but shakes his head, unlocking his truck for you both. The drive to his apartment was filled with excited talk about all you both want to see tomorrow, and while comic con may not be his thing, Jack finds himself excited too because you are.
When Saturday rolls around, he smiles at the cosplays you and Charlie are in. She's dressed up as a character from Star Trek while you are dressed as your favorite character from your favorite show. Not having anything, Jack just opts to go as himself but you and Charlie insist he wears a pair of elf ears you brought along.
“I'm so glad you came with us today. Sucks you can't make it tomorrow though, they have some good panels with voice actors tomorrow.” You grin as you both follow Charlie into the convention hall. The amount of people dressed up and clearly excited to be around others with similar interests make him smile, but really gets his heart fluttering is that same look on your face: the excitement, the happiness, and how you're pointing out different cosplays or booths to him as you three start to move through the artist hall. He laughs when you get excited and stop at a booth, buying a trinket or two before going off to the next one.
The crowd is vast and he can’t help but keep himself close to you, even slipping his hand in yours. He was used to chaos, but sometimes a crowd can be too much for his nerves. You look back over your shoulder and smile with a little squeeze of his hand. You're too good at reading him sometimes.
“Need to get out of here for a little bit?” You ask him as you guys get closer to one of the many doorways.
“I don't want to take you from this, Trouble.” He replies back but you're already tapping Charlie's shoulder.
“Hey, wanna step out of the hall for a bit?”
“Oh, totally. I'm sweating my ass off.” She laughs and helps guide you and Jack to one of the various open doors. “Plus, I saw they had an Avatar Last Airbender panel happening in 15 minutes anyways. I don't want to miss that.”
The three of you get out of the artist hall and while the rest of the convention is still crawling with people, Jack’s nerves settle enough to not feel on edge. Your little group heads over to the rooms they have set up for various panels, wanting to get in line early for decent seats. He watches with a smile as two younger people come up to gush about and compliment the costumes you and Charlie are wearing.
Jack decides to walk around in the area while you both talk with the others in line to stretch his legs a bit. He hears a commotion of excitement from one of the rooms and decides to take a peek inside.
The first thing Jack notices is how many of the people in this small conference room are dressed eerily similar to Sam and Dean…he even spots a few people that look like they are trying to be Bobby?
“The hell…” He mumbles to himself, his eyes focusing on the big banner with the word ‘Supernatural’ on it. His brows scrunch and he is almost tempted to take a step into that room when he feels your hand on his arm.
“They're opening up the doors early. C'mon, Jack.” Your voice is soft as you pull him back to where Charlie is waiting in line, breaking his line of sight in that room and leaving him with more questions.
———
It's one of those rare times where he took four days off in a row, so Jack and you decide to stay at Bobby's. Since Dean still won’t let him go to what you call ‘the bunker,’ all of his visits to one of your places have been in Sioux Falls. He doesn’t know what to do to earn that man’s trust. He gets along great with Castiel and Sam, and Charlie considers him one of her BFFs. Hell, him and Bobby get beers and shoot the shit whenever he’s able to come to Sioux Falls or whenever you rope Bobby into coming to Pittsburgh for a weekend. And yet, he and Dean can't seem to connect.
He's sitting at Bobby's small table, sipping on some fresh orange juice you bought while making breakfast. He tries not to eye the slight mess on the table that was clearly pushed to the side by the computer. The various phones and the books on the supernatural definitely caught his attention, but he doesn’t know what to say about anything.
‘What can I say? We're just a bunch of superstitious folk.’ Bobby told him once when he asked about the book on Demons left open on the desk in the living room. There were worse things than conspiracies and those who believe in things that aren't real, right?
Jack peels his eyes off and his gaze softens when he watches you finish plating breakfast. You walk over carrying a large plate of pancakes and another plate with sausage and fried eggs. There is probably enough to feed the town but he knows Bobby and himself will probably clear it all out.
“I wish you would let me help.” He chuckles when you smack his hand away. You place the perfect amount of pancakes, sausage, and eggs for him on his plate before placing some on Bobby's plate, then yours.
“You're our guest, Jack.” You hum and sit across from him. “Besides, Bobby's been whining for me to cook for him again. Speaking of the old man, he needs to finish up his shower.”
“I won’t tell him you said that.” He chuckles as he pours syrup over his pancakes.
Slam!
Jack flinches at the sound of the front door slamming open. He shifts to get up but you’re already on your feet with an oddly shaped, silver knife in your hand. Where did you get that? You’re completely on edge with a look on your face he’s never seen before.
“Bobby! Bobby Singer!” A male’s voice shouts out and suddenly there is a strange man in the doorway of the kitchen. He’s a tall (not as tall as Sam), older, black man wearing a dirty jacket over a blue flannel shirt. You visibly relax and let out an almost disgruntled sigh, the knife no longer poised for defense.
“Rufus-” You groan but he cuts you off.
“Oh good, Singer Junior is here. I need your help, kid.”
“Rufus-”
“Look, I was out last night hunting and I got into some trouble. I need your help hiding-”
“Rufus!” Your shout finally gets the man to shut his mouth.
“Don’t raise your voice at me. What?”
“Bobby and I have company.” You gesture over to Jack, who looks awkwardly between you both.
“Uh, hello.”
“Who is this?” Rufus squints his eyes as he looks over Jack–analyzing him almost–before looking back to you.
“Jack. My boyfriend.” You then turn to him with a tired smile and gesture to the man. “Jack, this is Rufus. He’s sort of like an uncle to me.”
“Sort of? I helped raise you and teach you. I am an uncle to you.” He swings an arm around your shoulders right as footsteps come down the stairs.
“What the hell is all that racket- Oh, Rufus. You’re here.” Bobby’s expression deadpans as he sees the man.
“I need your help with hiding-” Rufus’ eyes look back at Jack for a second before going back to Bobby’s. “Hidding here. I stayed out hunting all night and the car is a mess. The wife will be angry. Can you help?”
Bobby sighs, rubbing his face. “Yeah, yeah, idjit. Let me grab my plate. You’re doin’ most of the work.” He gives your shoulder a squeeze and gives Jack an apologetic look as he grabs the plate you made him, before walking out with Rufus.
“Sorry about that. He’s…escentric. Love him, but he’s a lot sometimes.” You sit down across from again, the blade in your hand seemingly tucked under the table once more. There isn’t much else said and it’s clear you’re lost in thought for a moment as you pick at the food you’ve made.
Jack reaches over and covers your free hand with his. “Why don’t you and I go to that used book store you’ve been telling me about? Make a date out of today while Bobby and Rufus do what they’re doing.”
You smile softly, “That sounds like a great idea.”
———
Jack’s worried.
You haven’t texted or called in a few days. He tries not to be overly clingy since your life sounds hectic enough. But you both have a routine. If you can't text through the day, you always send him something; even if it is a simple goodnight or a selfie you always make sure to reach out to him. He’s not sure if he should contact one of the Winchesters, Castiel, or Bobby…
No, they would contact him if something had happened to you.
He got through his shift and with the Pitt being the Pitt, Jack was thoroughly distracted with trauma after trauma. And when he’s finally free, after parking his truck in the parking garage, he can’t help but pull his phone out.
No messages.
‘Fuck.’ He hates the feeling of dread, how his heart sinks into his stomach. Couples didn’t have to message everyday, yet you always did. He shoves his phone back into his pocket and hops out of his truck, locking it afterwards. He stalks into the build and takes the elevator up to his floor, hoping to feel his phone vibrate throughout that time.
It wasn’t until Jack reached his door–keys in the lock–when he heard the flutter of wings down the hall. He turns his head to the right and nearly drops his keys when he sees you rounding the corner with Castiel. It’s clear that you’ve been crying. Your eyes are bloodshot and slightly puffy, and once again, you’re sporting bruises and cuts on your face. Jack says nothing at first as he rushes to meet you half way and gather you into a tight hug.
“Fuck, baby, I was worried about you.” He murmurs against your head before kissing the top of it. Jack glances up to Cas and sees he has a troubled look on his face. “What’s the matter, Trouble? Hmm? What’s wrong?”
“Dean…Dean and I got into a huge fight.” You all but whimper as you cling to him. “I…I think he kicked me out? He told me not to come back.”
“He kicked you out?” His brows furrow and the sudden rush of anger he feels has him briefly tighten his hold on you. “You can stay here for however long you need. Move in. I got you.”
You nod and pull back with a sniffle. “I'd like that.” You take in a shaky, deep breath and exhale slowly through your nose. “I think I need to lay down right now. With everything that's happened…”
“Of course, sweetheart. You go and get comfortable, and I will get you whatever you need.” Jack lets you pull away. He watches you quickly head into his apartment while a loud sniffle leaves you, making his heart clench. He's about to follow you when Castiel calling his name stops him.
“Can we speak for a moment?” Castiel murmurs and Jack obliges him, walking closer to the man. “Please, take care of them. Tonight was…rough.”
“What even happened to warrant getting kicked out?”
“I'm not sure how much I can say. I think it's best for them to tell you. Dean cares deeply about family and loyalty, and they wanted to,” Cas pauses, his eyes searching for something as if he is trying to think of the right words, “leave the family business.”
“Oh…” Jack isn't even sure how to help when he doesn't know what you even did for whatever the family business is. But, he does know he will be there for you.
“You are a good human, Jack. Thank you for the kindness and the love you've shown my friend.” Castiel manages a small smile before he turns around and walks down the hall.
“Cas-” But Castiel has already turned the corner. Jack isn't even tempted to follow him and instead goes into his apartment, locking the door behind him. He enters his bedroom and sees you sitting on his bed–wearing his shirt and sleep shorts–and looking almost lost.
Your head perks up when you see him and he tries to offer you a comforting smile. He takes a moment to get out of his work clothes and into something similar to what you're wearing. He flops on the bed dramatically, making you weakly laugh. He lays next to you and wraps his arm around your waist, pressing his face against your hip.
“You don't have to tell me what happened, but I'm here for you always.” He murmurs and peers up at you. He feels you shift and lets go of his hold so you can turn off his nightstand lamp and then lay next to him.
“I want to quit working. Dean didn't take that well. He's already been on my ass because I've been distracted about that and almost got Sammy hurt on the job.” You sigh and curl up against Jack. “And when I told him I wanted to retire he brought you up.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. He thinks I'm doing this because of you. Which is partially true, but this thought has always been on my mind…a normal life where I can do what everyone else does. Maybe even go to college for something. I don't know. But Dean thinks I'm choosing you over the family. He stewed on it and then gave me an ultimatum: I choose them, or I chose you. And I chose you.”
“Oh, Trouble…” He murmurs, moving as he rubs comforting circles on your back.
“I didn't even want to make that choice.” You sigh softly. “But that's just how the argument went. I…don't know what to do, all I know is I want to have a normal life and I want that life with you, even if Dean doesn't agree.”
“I hope I didn't come between you and your-”
“No, Jack, you didn't. This is just something that was bound to happen with Dean. He didn't like how my personal life started to mix with my work life. Like I said, when I first mentioned it, he stewed and then blew up on me today when things went almost terrible on a job. It's how he is.”
“Still, I don’t like that he put you through this.” He takes a deep breath, kissing the top of your head before tucking it under his chin. “Get some sleep, Trouble. I'll be here for you, always.”
“Thanks…Dr. Sexy.”
Jack snorts, “Don’t mention it.”
You hug him tightly, throwing your leg over his hip. You let out a deep sigh as you relax. He doesn’t stop rubbing your back, not even when you fall asleep. He stays up later than you, thinking over everything about you. He wonders now that you're out of whatever you were doing with the Winchesters you'll tell him what exactly it was, but he doubts it. He wants to know, but at your pace.
Jack finds his eyelids growing heavy and slowly, he falls asleep holding you close.
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