summary: your chemistry partner is a dick, and you don’t know why!
word count: 4.7k
contains: angst & humor, eventual fluff. collegeAU! one-sided enemies to lovers, footballplayer!clark, englishmajor!reader. reader is a D1 hater, clark is clearly obsessed. teasing, snark/sass, miscommunication, trapped in the loft, anger, fighting. shut up kissing. science jokes. *no use of y/n
a/n: oh delicious. i took ur request and ran anon, i hope you like the tweaks i made.. this was so fun for me & felt like a break from my last few !!!!
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You didn’t like Clark Kent, which was something most would wager you should be burnt at the stake for, but you had a good reason: he was a jerk. Simple as that.
Clark Kent, MetU’s golden boy, was a complete and utter asshole. Being the quarterback for the Bulldogs made him a god around campus; his defense was the best in the state, he was in line for all sorts of professional tracks, and whenever he showed up to any party, pep rally, or game, it seemed like the entire school swayed on its feet. People revered him for scoring goals and having the cool head to open a door for a girl now and again. But these noble acts, these shows of modesty, they meant nothing to you. You only knew him as the pompous ass he was in the morning.
You knew for a fact you’d never done anything to make him act in such a way towards you. In fact, when you first met him as a transferring junior in a new city with no friends and no life, you had gone out of your way to be nice. Something like a last ditch effort to make the most of a scary situation. A poor mistake on your end.
You were fulfilling the one and only credit which didn’t transfer over from your county college back home: general chemistry. It was already annoying enough that you had to repeat a course, given you were an English major with no interest in science whatsoever, but there was no waving it, and by the time you transferred into MetU all the good slots were gone. You had to take it at eight in the morning with all the other jocks who scheduled out their time for afternoon practices. Every Thursday, you were forced to sit in a room that smelled of body odor and hope to God the ammonia didn’t explode one of the test tubes.
Something good had to come of it, right? You had to think so. And for a split second, you thought it could have been true when you sat beside him. When you stepped in on the first day, the only chair around was beside the beast of a man. He had that dark hair, deep enough to be black but without the menacing edge, that seemed to flirt with his eyebrows; piercing eyes that changed between blue and green by the day; the prominent canines of a golden retriever. What wasn’t there to admire? His Bulldogs hoodie squeezed his shoulders. The pencil in his hand looked dwarfed in comparison. All in all, a proper specimen. But the lesson lied in how he stared at you. He stared just how every other boy had all your life– with confusion, which melted into discomfort, and then into a slow reproach. He was no golden boy, he was just cute. You’ll never forget it– all you said was, “It’s nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends,” to which you received the most lifeless stare in return and a gruff little, “Sure.”
Every conversation after that was kept to a minimum. You weren’t an idiot.
The year passed in a flurry of projects that kept you in a perpetual state of nails-on-chalkboard aggravation. Clark was needlessly up your ass, commenting on every little equation you screwed up and fighting with you about quantities and solutions in every lab. It seemed every other word coming out of his mouth was a snarky one.
“Don’t you think you should use the calculator?”
“You can’t mix those, remember?”
“No, genius, that’s the other side of the equilibrium.”
“You know, for someone as smart as you, it would be great if you listened more.”
If you had a penny for every time Clark’s voice curled over your shoulder to choke you out with his attitude, you could personally fund an expedition to Mars and send him up alone. He’d do great up there with the aliens. He’d piss them off and start a galactic war.
What was worse was that he was never wrong. When it came to the retention of the material, Clark was light years better at chemistry. He had the periodic table memorized, for one thing, and he could calculate isotopes in his head. He knew the nature of it, the math, the processes. Everything. When he caught you making an incorrect calculation or a misinformed hypothesis, he was quick to show off, but your grade had yielded the results. You were going to pass the entire semester with a straight 95, all because of Clark. The fucking bastard.
Well, as long as you survived the final project.
Professor John Jones, who got along so well with Clark it made everyone want to stick a finger down their throat, assigned the class a final project that was meant to be ‘freeform’ and ‘fun’ – as if there was anything fun about metals and acids. Perhaps how they could burn skin off, but little more. Everyone had to perform an analysis of a mineral found in their hometown and construct not only a unique study of its properties, but come up with an efficient way to use it for energy-saving processes. Because rocks can save the ozone layer, right? God, maybe it worked for a bunch of scientists, but you just didn’t have the heart for it.
But Clark planned to throw himself (and you) in headfirst. He insisted he had the best study in the class waiting back home on his family farm. He touted it while the class waited for the professor to show up at his usual fashionably late time of 8:15.
“What did you call it?”
“Kryptonite,” he deadpanned, chewing on the string of his hoodie. “They started calling it that back home because it glows a greenish color in the light. Y’know, like Krypton does when it’s electrified in a tube.”
You stared into Clark’s eyes, feeling the familiar burn of frustration beneath your skin. Wracking your brain for a second, you thought, Krypton, Krypton, shit, what is that again…?
Clark’s eyes never left your face. He minded how you seemed to search for the answer, using that pretty brain of yours to try and muster the care for something you clearly despised. He smirked and said, “Krypton? Number 36?”
You blinked and pursed your lips. Shit. Element. Right. “Whatever. So what exactly are you suggesting we do?”
“Krypton’s been used for all kinds of stuff. They make energy-efficient lighting for cameras and signs, lightbulbs, they use it for medicine, they insulate windows and houses with it,” he rambled, spinning on his lab stool. “We can study the properties and see if it works even better than the original element.”
“Is it even linked to Krypton’s properties?"
“No idea,” Clark grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “That’s what the experiment is for.”
“That could be incredibly dangerous. What if it’s poisonous?"
“It’s a rock, genius,” Clark scoffed, “you’re telling me you’re afraid of a rock?”
“I don’t like the idea of a special rock that can only be found in your bumblefuck hometown, Clark, yeah.”
Clark clapped a hand over his heart in false pain. “You wound me.”
You grumbled softly and shut your laptop as Jones walked to the front of the room.
“You’re coming to the farm this weekend so we can get this done,” Clark leaned in close to whisper. You could smell minty toothpaste as his breath brushed your ear. “Unless you’ve got a better plan.”
You scrunched your shoulders and shoved him away, practically growling as he let out a small snicker. The ghost of him still lingered, clean and warm in the space beside you. He did that a lot. Got close to tease, to mock, to prove you wrong. You hated it as much as you hated him. Everything he did snuck under your skin, proving that you were never quite going to get a handle on your anger with him around. All you had to do was pass this class, and then you would never have to see him again. All you would know of Clark would be his face plastered on the side of the stadium in a blue jersey, and his face plastered in the dining hall, and his face plastered on the campus newspaper… fuck, it might just be time to transfer again.
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Smallville was not just bumblefuck. It was podunk, redneck, Dorothy-and-Auntie Anne levels of nowhere. The Kent Farm sat on acres of golden land that sprawled in every direction, all fenced in by handmade posts and full of grazing cows and fluttering hay. It was beautiful, quaint, and absolutely fucking desolate. The thought of spending your entire weekend here with the guy you could stand the least sounded like perhaps you had already died, and were being condemned to a lifetime of torture inside the male psyche. This was what men liked, right? Trapping a girl in their sad, little nowhere?
Clark’s truck never ceased smelling like Old Spice and stale coffee for the entire trip. The quarterback showed up at your dorm at five in the morning on Friday, banging hard enough on the door to wake your roomie Lois and get a pillow chucked at his face while you hurriedly dressed. “Oh, please don’t change on my account,” he had said, staring you down with that same smirk. You contemplated slashing his tires.
“Nice, isn’t it?” He sighed, rolling up the long, winding driveway. A yellow house poked through the sparse trees, spotted with pink flowers hanging on the awning and white-curtained windows.
“You’re really going to make me stay here until Sunday?”
“Nobody is making you do anything, smartypants,” Clark flashed his canines, “you just didn’t have a better plan.”
You huffed and clambered out of the truck, sneakers sinking into the muck of a freshly rained-on farm. Clark giggled at the squish of your shoes and watched you struggle to haul your duffel bag to the house, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness. At least it was cool outside, you reasoned. If the heat got any worse than this, you might kill him, and that would not even be your fault. The heat gets to everyone sooner or later.
“My parents are home,” he said as he reached the porch steps. “Be nice.”
You grimaced as the porch found its way beneath your feet, and you let your luggage hit the wood with a thunk. “Can’t we just dig up some of your stupid rocks and get out of here?”
“You’re gonna want some pie first,” Clark grinned, swinging open the front door.
Here you were, being forcibly subjected into the world that made such a monstrously rude young man. Surely his parents were the problem…
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By Saturday night, you had come to the conclusion that you were the one making Clark such a fucking nightmare.
Jonathan and Martha Kent were two of the kindest people you had ever met in your life. His father was a mild-mannered and sensible older man, well-aged, outspoken, funny; Martha was the picture of beauty and grace, a talented cook and bookkeeper, and an even better conversationalist. And Clark– well, wasn’t he just sweet? Sweet with his mother and father, washing the dishes, begrudgingly passing you old photo albums, offering you his childhood bedroom and taking the couch. He made every effort to be accommodating when his parents were around. But the second he took you out into the fields to dig for these ridiculous green rocks, he went right back to being the guy you revolted.
“Have you ever held a spade before?”
“No, genius, that’s just a regular rock.”
“I wouldn’t work too hard if I were you. Your head can’t handle all that thinking.”
It truly was a matter of one more joke and you would throttle him. You dreamed of it– lunging across the dining table or the makeshift lab in his barn loft, clasping your nails around his long, tan throat, and squeezing until that minty breath made its last pass through those mauve lips. It would be so rewarding. Especially after having to watch the guy dig up dirt for hours on end, sweating in the sun, soiling a Bulldogs t-shirt. You had to sit there and pant in the heat, tugging at your clothes and swatting back your hair, aware of your every curve and roll and move; while the corded muscle in his arms moved easily while digging, his thick hair slicked behind his ears, his big hands pawing at green rocks like they were calling to him, or avoiding you. It was just wrong. A grievance the universe must have had with you was being repaid somehow, some way.
Clark had done the original labs that night in the barn– studying the rock, breaking it apart with a pick and running all kinds of tests on its hardness, makeup, and reactions to certain catalysts. You perched on the couch and took notes on his findings, eager to let him do the hard part he was so insistent on performing. For a while, there was no speaking. Only the occasional comment from the quarterback about how the Kryptonite reacted to fire, which you scribbled down.
It was when the storm started that Clark opened his mouth again.
The shift was a shock. The night had been so cool and clear, with a slow breeze wafting past the barn window; but it seemed in a split second, the indigo sky broke open and began pouring sheets of rain. You yelped as Clark cursed and rushed to lock the windows. Rain flew inside the barn sideways along with huge gusts of wind, soaking your notes and scattering shavings of the rock meant for his study. Water speckled your clothes and hair. You glanced around and saw a small fire catch across the room by his precious rocks, and you threw yourself at it. By the time he latched the window, rainwater soaked the wooden floors and your project was smudged to shit.
“What the hell?” He whined, snatching your notes up and blowing on them. “Look at this!”
“Don’t what the hell me! I didn’t make it rain!”
“You couldn’t have saved the notes at least?”
“Well, I apologize for going after your fucking work station! That wind blew the flame from your bunsen onto the wall!”
Clark’s eyes darted across the loft to his desk full of minerals, where a black stain marked the wall. You were putting out a fire, he could tell that much. As you stood before him, chest heaving and shirt soaked, his heart hammered in his chest. Clark had imagined this moment many ways, but in none of them did you look this upset. He set down your notepad and ran a palm over his face, huffing in exasperation.
A low rage coiled in your gut as he slumped onto the couch, seemingly resigning from work for the rest of the night. Who gave him the right to be so mad? First of all, what kind of idiot puts a bunsen burner in a wood-and-straw barn? What asshole blames their partner who's never been in their house nor touched their weird, special rocks? A Clark-sized one, that was who. You were sick of it– the hypocrisy, the snark, the treatment. All you ever did was come to class. He was the one who took it upon himself to get you going.
The quarterback glanced up as your frame stomped closer, eventually standing with arms crossed over him and frowning on a level par with Eeyore. Not every girl could look so beautiful when she was losing her temper, but you could. Your hair was sticky with rainwater at the ends, your sweater was dribbling onto the light wash of your jeans, and mascara was clumping under your eyes, but none of it mattered. You were close, and you smelled like his soap. You were in the place he grew up. Very few things could make him happier.
“Do I really want to do this?”
“...Do what?”
“Jesus. Yeah, I do,” you snapped. “What’s your problem, Clark?”
Clark’s gut clenched. “What?”
“I know you hate me, but this?” You scoffed, turning around to look at the barn and seemingly looking past the walls out over the farm. The storm drowned the fields, surely, and for a moment you imagined standing out there and being washed clean of all the confusing feelings in your chest. “Making me come here, making me meet your parents and dig for rocks like a fucking five year old, when I know you hate me? What’s the point? What are you getting out of this, huh? I’m not going to thank you for figuring out a final project, and I certainly won’t be spoken to like an idiot!”
Clark froze as you spouted your anger over him, hands gesticulating in his face and making his body thrum. Hate?
“I don’t hate you.”
“You clearly fucking do! All you do is treat me like shit! You purposefully make me feel stupid, you clearly derive pleasure from correcting me when I’m just trying to fucking pass–”
A slow heat began to burn beneath his cheeks as he sat there and allowed himself to be berated. Your mouth turned down as you shouted, punctuating your skin with little dimples. The flame in your eyes burned bright, that same glint he caught when he first met you. He loved that spark. He missed it when you were gone. He only saw you once a week, and so he had to fit as many of them in as he could. He poked and prodded the bear to see her bite so that he might wear the mark for days.
“And all I want is to finish this, I just want to go back to school and turn it in and be done, I want to move on! You make everything so– so impossible, don’t you see that? What did I ever do to make you be so fucking rude?”
Clark’s lips parted as he tried to find the words, but nothing was forming. He studied how you turned your back and paced the barn, tugging at the ends of your hair and grumbling.
“I don’t hate you,” he said again. “Far from it.”
“Yeah, right,” you rolled your eyes and sat at his desk. “I’m sure you treat every girl this way.”
The storm raged, spray battering the siding of the barn. The whistle mimicked a tornado, but he knew there was no chance of that. It was only a high tone, not the rumble of a train. There was something he hated– the rain. The rain did nothing for him. It was good for the grass and the animals, but it made sludge of the fields he ran drills on and it trapped him inside the house. The rain didn’t talk back, didn’t shoot dirty looks, and didn’t give him a reason to work twice as hard. The rain didn’t need to pass chemistry, a class she shouldn’t have to even take over again, a class she hates. He hated the rain. But you?
Clark rose and started towards you, pausing when you pressed yourself into the desk chair on the other side of the loft. “I mean it.”
You swallowed thickly. “Yeah? Well, you sure don’t act like it.”
“You’re fun to tease,” he offered.
“It’s not fun for me! I hate it! You think I want to show up at the asscrack of dawn just to deal with you breathing down my neck, watching for my next mistake, ready to pounce and make fun of me for it? Maybe you’re some kind of science freak, that’s great, but I’m not, and you, Clark Kent, do nothing but cause me undue stress!”
His heart took a tiny bullet then, or at least something like it. The hairs on your arms were raised, your pupils dilated, your breath short. You were mad. Humiliated, even. You were looking up at him like you didn’t trust him. And really, what reason had he given you to do so? You were right about everything. You were so bright, so quick to hit back, and he adored that about you. He loved the way your nose scrunched when you fell prey to a confusing equation, and how you wrote hard enough to tear paper when you were angry. But very quickly and all at once, he started to see just what his feelings had blinded him to. When he thought he was giving you the answers, you thought he was treating you like you were stupid; when he poked fun at you for not caring, you felt he was mocking your attempts. Clark would have gone so far as to call his behavior flirtatious, but the reality was that he had been a complete and utter asshole, and now he was paying for it.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like this,” Clark said after a few moments passed. “I really didn’t.”
“What did you mean, then, Clark? Please enlighten me!”
Your jaw was set hard, and he wanted so badly to reach out and smooth a thumb over the bone. He wanted to cup your squishy cheek. He wanted to kiss you and give you the answers to the final test. He wanted to get you an A on this project.
He sighed, “I was trying to flirt with you.”
The sound of about nine hundred alarms began to ring inside your ears. Clark Kent was walking closer until his knees brushed yours where you sat, his hands flexing at his sides, his big, stupid head full of remorse. Flashes of every time he angered you began to wash over you, muddling the emotions into murky water, making everything incredibly unclear and twice as frustrating. You leaned back a bit when he squatted before you, trying to catch your eyeline.
“I hurt your feelings,” he continued, “but I didn’t mean to. I thought it was like… like a game, or something. Like you wanted to fight.”
A lump settled in your throat as his eyes– blue today– bore into yours. The response scraped past your throat. “That’s not how you flirt with a girl, you asshole.”
“How, then?”
“You– you fucking– you compliment her, you help her with things, you– fuck you, I don’t have to tell you this!”
Clark smiled a little, his guilty face glowing. “But I was doing that. All I do is call you smart–”
“Calling me genius and smartypants is an asshole move and you know it!”
“But they’re true! I say them because it’s true,” he barreled past your interruption, “and I did give you things. I gave you answers. Help. Taught you the material.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that! I could’ve done it on my own!”
Clark huffed and rubbed at his eyes, letting a hand fall to your knee. You flinched but didn’t yank away. “I didn’t want you to. I liked doing it. God… I really got this all wrong, didn’t I?”
Everything felt discolored. With his palm on your leg, the world was incredibly hot. Your lab partner had been… helping you, complimenting you… underneath layers of sarcasm that only drove you further away. How were you supposed to detect that? No genius could. When you met him, what did that first Sure mean? Did he want to be friends? Had you misread him then? Was it you, too? Were you the asshole? No, you promised yourself, because men are always responsible for their actions, they should be smarter and better and braver… even though it was getting more difficult to think straight as he gazed up at you with those eyes.
Clark’s face flushed as his thumb dimpled your thigh. “Bringing you here was supposed to help. I wanted to see if you’d ease up when we weren’t in class. You’re hard to track down on campus, y’know, and I thought maybe if we spent a little time…”
You blinked and muttered, “You’re an ass.”
Clark’s eyes lifted. “Huh?”
“You’re an ass,” you repeated, leaning forward. His head tipped back to follow your lording, baring his neck to you. “When you like a girl, you tell her. We’re not five. You can’t pull my pigtails and expect me to assume that’s flirting. I just think it’s mean.”
“I see that now,” Clark gulped.
“And to think, I thought you seemed nice before you ever opened your mouth. Such a genius at science, but such a fucking idiot in every other way.”
Clark bit back a laugh as he watched the flame licking in your eyes. It was… it couldn’t be. Were you softening?
“I’m so sorry,” Clark urged, leaning up a bit. You drew him in like a magnet. You could keep screaming in his face for all he cared– he just liked it when you looked at him.
“You’re going to have to be more than sorry,” you breathed, lashes fluttering. He looked the same as when you met him. He hadn’t changed. He was still dark and beautiful, tall, strong, the image of perfection. He also still looked smug as a motherfucker, and whatever part of you got so angry clearly did so over how much you liked it. “I want an A.”
“You’re gonna get one,” he promised, letting both hands run up your thighs now.
You chewed the inside of your cheek, and one curious hand betrayed your restraint as it reached up to touch his skin. His cheeks were searing, and for the first time, you felt in control of the situation. With Clark on his knees, you could say anything you wanted, and it wouldn’t be a tease about your skills or your struggles. It would just be allowed.
“I want a lot from you,” you began, pressing a finger to his pout. “I want more apologies. I want walks to and from class. I want to come back in the summer and see your mother. I want you to show me you can learn how to treat me nice, because that was the girl you would have gotten in the beginning if you weren’t so stupid.”
Clark had no objections. “Okay.”
“And I want one more thing.”
His knees pushed up a bit, closing the space between his face and yours. “What’s that?”
“My name comes first on the project,” you smirked.
Clark erupted in soft laughter, and before you could react, two strong palms hooked behind your back and slid you to the edge of the chair. His lips found yours with a surging intensity, locking and never letting go; the eucalyptic taste of his tongue slid against yours as you craned over him, cradling his jaw and feeling the slow worship that got lost in translation pouring into every grunt and hum. Of all the things he was great at, kissing was another. Man, he was easy to hate. Well– envy. Easy for you to envy. That was what it was, wasn’t it? Envy. Covetousness. Desire.
“You really have to work on your communication skills,” you panted, tugging at his hair in the way you’d always hoped to– be it like this, or in a fight.
“And you really need to work on your anger,” Clark beamed, chasing after your mouth.
“That’s not my–”
“I’m trying to kiss you here, genius.”
“I hate it when you call me that,” you flushed, nearly falling out of the chair as you knocked his back onto the loft floor.
“Just shut up and come here.”
As his hands slid under your shirt, the flutter in your gut was clear as day. You were a smart girl, there was no denying it, but you did well with words– things that were interpreted rather than solved. In matters of the heart, your emotions were as clear to you as pages in a book. But Clark did not work that way. His biology was scientific. His methods, his needs, were all components collected to achieve the desired result.
It was only now, as the rain began to lighten on the roof, that you finally learned your first lesson from him. This was an equation you could solve: The properties of this kiss, plus the factors of you and Clark, multiplied by months of miscommunication and divided over one night in bumblefuck Kansas, equaled undeniable chemistry. Considering your margin for human error, that was the quickest problem you had ever correctly solved. And it felt good.
Maybe, you thought (with his mouth against your neck), science wasn’t so bad after all.
jj maybank x plus-size fem reader (apocalyptic AU)
ch.7 series master list
1.4k words
warnings : 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, don't hate me
"so wait, Rafe kept the cross, you almost died, and you guys left with nothing?" you look over at JJ with a frown.
He was telling stories again about the Pogues and their ridiculous search for gold. This is not the first time he's talked about nearly dying for his friends. As much as you would like to grab him by the shoulders and tell him to stop being so stupid you don't. It wouldn't make a difference anyways because he would do it the same way over and over again. That's just who he was.
"yeah but you're focusing on all the wrong stuff" he was whining like you ruined his story by listing all the bad parts.
"what am I supposed to focus on?"
"all the cool stuff I did! You're supposed to be impressed." he huffed.
"im supposed to be impressed that you almost drowned?!" you throw your hands in the air, what about that story was impressive.
JJ kicks the rocks at his feet, "no but we worked really hard to find the cross in the first place so be impressed by that."
"ok fine, I am very impressed that you and your friends managed to put those clues together, I am." you glance down at max who is side eyeing JJ at the moment.
"but?"
"but I just wish all your stories didn't have you almost dying in them" you play with the hem of your shirt, trying to distract yourself.
"you worried about me baby?" he was teasing you, you looked up to see him smirking with a pink tint on his cheeks.
"shut up, im just worried about how stupid you are" you grumble, while this thing with JJ is new his bad flirting is not.
Max barks as if in agreement and that was enough for JJ to switch topics. The walk was nice at least. Most of the kook side is gates and houses way too far apart. It was like living less than four hundred feet away from each other was a crime. It felt so isolated and lonely, though it was definitely never this isolated before. The end of the world tends to do that. But there are no groups of those things or even strays along the road.
Maybe that's why you're so nervous about this whole thing. The dead silence in the air is unsettling. It makes you feel like anything could go wrong at any moment. Like the silence was a warning.
"can you at least tell me what the house looks like?" you've been trying to wiggle information out of JJ since you left the safety of the mansion. He's been weirdly secretive about it, like it's a Christmas gift kept in the back of the closet.
"fine, bout only because you can't seem to let it go," he grumbles. He's answers do nothing to ease your worries, its a big white fancy house with lots of windows and trees out front. Like that means anything. "why are you so worried about it?"
"I just have this feeling- like somethings wrong" your teeth sink into your bottom lip. This pit in your stomach only grows by the minute.
"nothings gonna go wrong-"
His reassurance is quickly cut off by something going wrong. Very wrong. Over the hill to your left you hear something, moaning and groaning from a lot of those things, more than on the bridge. You see them almost roll down the hill in waves like a blood thirsty ocean. Hundreds of them toppling over each other to get to you. JJ stands so still you almost thought he would vanish if you blinked.
Max growled at your side and snapped you out of the haze of fear you found yourself trapped in. You look at JJ who is just as frozen as he was a second ago. Grabbing his arm you start to run but he doesn't move, his feet stuck to the road.
"JJ come on! We don't have time their already at the bottom!" at the sound of your plea his eyes snap to you. Glancing at the hill you watch those things stumble closer, way closer than you can outrun.
Max barks and JJ finally moves. His legs finally start moving which quickly turns into running. You can feel it, feel that you're not going to make it out. The bridge was a close enough call but this...this is death. This is you dragging down someone else because you can't keep up. You run for what feels like miles but it never seems like enough. Your lungs burn and your legs feel like jelly. JJ's ahead of you now, max at his side and for you that's more than enough.
You know he can out run them so that he and max will be safe. Not that you're not going to try but it already feels like you've reached the end. Looking back you see them, too many of them to make sense, they're just a few feet away. Close enough that if you stop now they'll consume you. But you can't help it. It hurts so much and as long as your- as long as JJ keeps running you're fine with being swallowed. Stopping, you place your hands on your knees, gasping in as much air as you can. You can live with this knowing that you won't drag him down. Of course he doesn't let you.
"what're you doing? We can't stop baby," he turns, looking from your slumped form to the looming threat behind you. His hands grip your shoulder trying to pull you up but you don't budge.
"come on baby, don't do this please," your heart squeezes at the desperation in his voice, "we have to keep moving." he begs and when you look up at him you can see the tears in his eyes.
His hands that dig into the meat of your shoulder are trembling. Finally able to catch your breath you push yourself up and wince at the relief he feels. You look around the road trying to find anything to hide or help get him away. And then you see it, the docks, just a mile or so away.
"there," you point a shaky hand and JJ follows it.
"yeah, yeah that's a great idea sweetheart. We just have to get you there."
It was almost cruel how you let him drag you along, pretending it ends any other way. You really wish it would. That you could get on that boat and sail off with him but the pit in your stomach tells you otherwise. The docks only had two or three boats still tied up. JJ runs to the first one he sees hopping on it so fast he nearly falls. He reaches his hand out but you shake your head.
"start it up ill untie it" he stares at your for a second before nodding.
Max follows after him and you hear the engine sputter to life. The rope rubs against your fingers till they're raw. But you mange to ease the knot. You almost believed it for a second, that you could make it. It was so close. JJ turned back to you with his hand outstretched and you took it. He smiled and you felt yourself smiling back.
"we have to go," you nod to the front and he rushes to get the boat moving. "you know I was sure-"
You don't get to finish telling JJ how relieved you were to be wrong. Undead hands grab you by the shoulders, pulling you off the boat in one harsh tug. The water was cold but you couldn't feel it. All you could focus on was the hands grabbing at you while you tried not to drown. You could hear JJ yelling your name faintly in the background, it sounded like he was getting farther away though. If it was because you're fighting for your life or because he actually was getting farther away you couldn't tell. It pulled you under again and this time you didn't come right back up. You pushed and kicked with everything you have and the thing just wouldn't let go. This was not going to be how you died, in the fucking water one day after kissing JJ.
With one harsh push using both your hands and legs you manage to break free. Gasping for air and swimming as far away as you could. The boat JJ and Max were on left. You could still see it in the distance. Good, he got out, just like you wanted him to. But fuck it hurt. He could have waited or jumped in to help. A growl snapped you out of your hurt and confused daze. You needed to get out of here.
summary: Marrying a stranger was hard enough, but marrying a man you can not seem to understand is much harder. The house of harkonnen is strange and dark but maybe you can bring a light into this cold cave.
ch.4 masterlist 3.9k words
warnings: 18+, talk of blood and such, smut, fingering, needy feyd, described fat body, p in v sex, big dick feyd, black cum, virgin reader, let me know if I missed anything!
Feyd could feel you breathing in soft even puffs against his neck. You had moved in the night, turning to tuck yourself into his side, intertwining your legs with his. His fingers play with the ends of your hair while trying to think how to keep this moment lasting for as long as he could. In a few hours the arena will be full of shouting people and blood. While Feyd is more than ready to prove himself to you this was nicer than he thought. Having you here with him, in his arms.
He didn't expect you to remember your first meeting. Feyd was a boy then, with light blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He could not blame you for forgetting him as he was not Feyd Rautha yet. But now you will never forget him again. Your husband. He thought just having the pleasure of seeing you again was enough, but he gets to kiss you and touch you as he pleases because you are finally his. Of course that means you get the same rewards he is yours to kiss and touch as you please. Just as you are now, with your arms around his waist and your face in his neck.
Three sharp knocks on the door burst him out of his warm bubble. He tenses in your hold, hands moving to pull you closer into him. You mumble something into his shoulder but show no signs of waking. Until the knocking starts again. Then you're the one to tense up, gasping softly as your eyes shoot open. Feyd lets you slip out of his iron grip but doesn't let you stray far. You blink up at him with those wide beautiful eyes.
"is someone at the door?" your voice is broken up a little from sleep he guesses. He watches your chest rise and fall faster than it was a minute ago.
"yes but-" Feyd is cut off by another set of knocks.
He growls gently moving away from you before ripping the door open.
"what" he grits out, face scrunched up in anger. The guard on the other side cowards for a moment before straightening himself once again.
"the baron has sent me to make sure you're ready for the festivities." his voice stays steady for the most part but Feyd could see the man's hand tremble.
Feyd does not reply but closes the door softer than he opened it. Turning back to you he sees you sat up, rubbing at your eyes.
"festivities?" your brows furrow and for some reason it makes his stomach flutter.
"yes, I have arranged a proper celebration for us" he moves to sit on the edge of the bed trying to ignore the feeling of wanting to lay you back down.
"what does a Harkonnen celebration entail?" your limited knowledge of his kind is somewhat cute, having to teach you about his world gave him some sort of satisfaction. Knowing he's the only Harkonnen you've ever spoken to.
"I must prove myself to you, in the arena," his eyes flick across your body, "show you that I can protect you as your husband."
You blush such a pretty pink color, "what should I do? To prove myself, i'm not very good at fighting.." you huff what Feyd thinks is a nervous laugh.
"You will never step foot into the arena. Watching me is your only task, you have no need to prove yourself." his voice tensed before he could stop it.
Just the thought of having you down in that pit of death and blood made him angry and a little aroused. Not because he likes the thought of you getting hurt, or course not, he would never let anyone touch you. But that made it all the more enticing. Letting them think they stand a chance.
"I should get ready then" you hop off the bed with much more excitement than he expected.
Feyd watches you swing the door open, startling the man on the other side. You ask him to fetch your little slave girl and close the door once he nods. He can practically feel your skin buzzing as you hurry past him to the closet. Although he couldn't quite understand why you're so happy he does not hate it in the slightest. He would do anything to make you this happy.
"do you like watching fights?" he ask from his spot on the bed while you pace by the door.
"I don't know...my people don't have a taste for that sort of thing. But I heard you're the best! So it must be fun to watch right?" your eyes seem to sparkle as you praise him.
"I am the best" he confirms, smirking with his chest slightly puffed out.
Even with your limited knowledge you know his reputation. You're even excited to see his skills. Feyd had been worried if you would be disgusted at such violence, a sweet thing like you. Your people were known for peace and this was anything but peaceful. Though he does wish he could have flowers for you, something to give you to make you smile. He noticed at the wedding how many flowers there were everywhere so you must like them.
Gidi prime does not have flowers like you're used to, black and brittle things that pale in comparison. They would not look nearly as good as the ones thrown at you after your first kiss. So he will just have to be extra entertaining in the arena. Feyd watched you brighten impossibly more when Athena shows up. You pull her into the closet and start talking about what you should wear. He should get ready too, look his best for you.
You got ready much quicker than he expected. Feyd was dressed and ready in less than thirty minutes, leaving you for a moment to make sure everything was as it should be. Slaves came in half way through with trays of food for you and you gladly accepted them. Telling them to bring him some as well, that he should eat before spending all day in the arena. like the sweet wife you are. Feyd came back just twenty minutes before the celebration started and when he saw you it felt like someone had ripped his heart to shreds.
You looked beautiful of course but there was far less clothing on you then he left you. The only thing that doesn't make his eyes darken is the length of your skirt, it starts just below your belly button and reaches the tips of your toes. But the top, if you can call it that, only covers the swell of your breast, and it doesn't even do a very good job at that. Your sleeves have big holes cut in them so that your shoulders are bare.
"do you like it?" you ask with such a pretty smile he almost agrees right away.
Feyd finds his mouth dry, his tongue stuck in his throat. "I do but-"
"oh thank goodness, it is the only festive clothing I brought with me. Such a silly thing to forget." your words only confuse him more. You wore something like this before? In front of other people, in front of undeserving eyes.
"festive clothing?" his fingers curl into his palm as you nod your head.
"yes, for celebrations and such" you don't seem to notice his balled fist or his clenched jaw. Athena on the other hand cowers behind you.
"darling I don't think you should wear this" Feyd watches you deflate in real time. All the excitement drained from your face.
"why not?" you pout, pretty little lips forming into a frown.
"it's to-" he raises his hands and gestures to you like it would explain everything. Like he could make you understand without words.
"I don't understand," and he can see that you don't, but you step closer to him anyways, "I wanted to look my best for you, you don't like it?" your hands come to rest on his chest while his find their place on your waist. The warmth of your skin seeping into his palms as the dips of your stretch marks peak out to greet him.
"I do like it, but I do not wish for so many eyes on so much of your skin" Feyd knows you do not like this response if the flattening of your face is anything to go by.
"I am much more clothed than you were on our wedding day." your attitude makes him bite back a groan.
"that is not that same-"
"how is it not?"
"because that was to show myself to you, to show everyone else what belongs to you-" he tries to reason but you will not have any of it.
"then it is the same."
Feyd grips your waist harder and opens his mouth to argue more but once again a knock on the door stops him. You perk right back up as you move from him, Athena following after you. He allows himself a moment to calm down before he rushes out to follow you.
His hand rests on the hem of your skirt and its the only thing keeping him from forcing you back into that room. As much as he loves the bite in your voice he really wishes you would listen to him. Your body is for him alone, no one should have the pleasure of getting to see it but him. Though now that he thinks about it your attire has never been modest. But this was a whole other level.
Feyd leads you down and out to the arena in silence. Content with listening to your voice as you speak with Athena. He could listen to you talk for hours if you'd let him. Nothing but the sweetness of your voice. As you get closer your voice gets drowned out by the cheers of his people. He keeps his hand pressed to your back as you walk toward his uncle. Savoring the feeling of your skin under his palms while trying to push his jealousy down. Feyd would carve out the eyes of anyone who looked at you too long. Even his own if you like.
Stepping up to the platform you are to sit and watch with his uncle on, you lift your skirts to insure you don't trip and fall. He nods to his uncle but walks right past him to bring you to the edge of the platform. Making sure you're a safe distance from the edge of course. This gave you the chance to see the whole arena and wave to the people cheering below. And you do just that with a smile on your face. Feyd slides his hand up your spine, enjoying the shiver it brings.
No words are said but he pulls you in closer as he claims you in a kiss. His lips locking with yours, you sigh and it takes everything in him not to slip his tongue in your mouth. Pulling away felt almost painful but the crowd was getting louder. And he was getting antsy to show you his skills, his strength. You give him one last smile and let him set you down before he leaves you.
Fighting is the only thing he's good at, the only thing he's trained for, raised for. It was all he could give you. So when his boots dig into the white sand he bites back a smile. Feyd pulls out two three inch knives hidden in his leather shirt, his favorite. The first man to enter is much bigger than Feyd. Large frame with nothing but hardened muscle to show for it, at least a foot or two taller than him. Not that it matters. Thirty seconds in and Feyd slices along his stomach, splitting it open and watching as his black blood spills out and onto the sand.
He looks up to see your face and releases a breath he didn't know he was holding when he sees the awe in your eyes. Every person that comes in leaves in pieces or sliced open from his blade. It would be boring if he didn't have your face to look at after every one. You watch so closely you almost fall out of your chair and when your eyes catch his you bless him with a smile. It went on for hours, the black sun starting to set and the air smelling of blood and sweat. It only ended when his uncle has had enough of his showing off. Feyd looked up at you one last time just to see your smile before he cleans himself up.
A rush job in all honesty. He wants to see you, to know if you're pleased with him. If he proves himself to be a strong and safe husband to you. And when he pushes open the door to your chambers he finds you pacing by the bed. Feyd steps in and your head snaps to his, he feels his heart skip a beat before its back to full speed.
"Feyd!" you practically sprint to him, he lets you wrap your arms around his waist and press your head to his chest.
His mouth is dry again. The words stuck in his throat but really what would he say anyways? His sweet wife hugging him so tightly.
"I've never seen such a thing before, I see why they say you're the best," you pull back enough to beam up at him. "I must admit the blood was a little...shocking at first but you won so easily it's all I could think about."
Feyd could not help himself; he leaned in and kissed you once more. This kiss was greedy, hungry, all teeth and tongue. His fingers twist in your hair while you keep yours wrapped around him. The press of your body against his is enough to get him hard. Soon your hands start to wonder, they skim along the hem of his shirt.
"Feyd" you mumble into his mouth, he pulls back but only to start kissing along your neck. "take this off my love"
He groans into your skin, leaning back fully to do as you ask of him. The leather creaks as he pulls it off his skin. Your hands start moving up to explore his skin with your fingers before he even gets it fully off. Feyd watches you bite into your lower lip as you look him over, pride swells in his chest. You look up at him with hunger filled eyes. He wants nothing more than this moment, for you to want him, for you to crave him as he craves you. To enjoy his body as much as he wishes to enjoy yours.
Feyd brings his fingers to skim your shoulders pulling you close so that his chest is pressed to yours. A silent question you look eager to answer, you grab his wrist and bring them to the clasp on your back. He unhooks it with ease but waits for your nod to pull it down your arms. The silk is soft against his skin, he lets it drop to the ground and for the first time since he stepped into this room his eyes drop from yours. You look so perfect. His eyes darken as they trail down your heavy breast to your hardened nipples. Feyd brings his hands to cup them but they don't seem to fit in his hands, the fat spilling between his fingers. He was sure his cock was leaking in his pants.
"i've never.." you voice comes out soft and breathy, "I've never done this before"
Feyd knew that, he made sure of it, but hearing you saying it made him throb nonetheless. His eyes flick up to yours and he can't help but grin. His sweet little wife. You're nervous, eyes looking anywhere but him. Feyd lets your breast return to their place so he can slide his hands down your sides until he reaches the waist band of your skirt. He softly pushes you back with his hands on your hips until the backs of your knees hit the bed. You squeak as you fall, your body jostling with the movement.
"ill take good care of you wife," his knee digs into the mattress as he finally hooks his finger in your skirt and pulls it down, "let me take care of you."
You lift your hips to help him rid you of the last of your clothes. Finally bare before him. Once the fabric falls to the ground his eyes skim over your legs and thighs before he watches you spread them. Feyd looks up at you with wide blown out eyes. You only offer him a small smile, your legs spread open for him. He looks down at your now bare cunt and swears this is how he finally dies. You're so wet for him already, soaked folds staring back at him. His hands finally move to grip the inside of your thighs and yet again he finds his palms not big enough.
"Feyd," you bring his attention back to you, "aren't you going to take care of me?" the teasing in your voice does not go unnoticed.
"of course" his response comes out quickly but he doesn't move until you wiggle your hips at him.
Feyd can't help but smile, his impatient wife is in need of him. The tips of his fingers find your wet cunt and you jolt. He circles your puffy clit once, his cock twitching at your soft moan, then he keeps going until he finds your entrance. Feyd would love to take the time to feast on your cunt but he's afraid he'll end up wasting his seed in his pants. So instead he pushes his middle finger into your hot pussy. You're so tight even just his finger is struggling to move. You whine, your knees knocking against his hips. Feyd adds another finger and leans over your body to steady himself with his hand next to your head. Really it was just to get a better look at your face.
You moan louder and louder as he fucks into you with his fingers. Pretty eyes squeezing shut and lips parting. He moves his thumb to rub soft circles onto your clit which only has you clenching down. Your hands wrap around his neck as you pull him into a messy kiss. Really it was just pecks in-between moans but it felt good so he didn't care. As long as he can hear those pretty sounds from him making you feel good.
He listened to the squelch of your wetness, the sound of it filling the room. You were close. He could feel it in the way your legs started to shake and your hips started squirming. Feyd pushes himself up and throbs at your whine. He wants to see you fall apart, see what he does to you. And it's everything he expects. You practically scream his name as you gush around his fingers. Thighs trying as hard as they can to close with his body in the way. He wants to keep going, to make you cum as many times as he can on his fingers, his mouth, but more importantly his cock. Hearing your breathing coming out in short puffs he pulls his fingers out already missing your warmth.
He brings his fingers covered in your pleasure to his mouth, moaning at the taste. Of course his wife would taste so sweet. Feyd looks up at you only to see you staring back at him. Wide eyes blinking at him as you prop yourself up on your elbows. He feels almost embarrassed about it but you quickly change the topic.
"take your pants off," you demand of him again and he has not choice but to listen.
His thumbs dig into the leather and he hesitates before just ripping them down his legs. Feyd watches closely as you look at him. He was thick and longer than most, not that you would know, his tip flushed a soft pink. Your jaw went slack and another wave of pride washes over him. Another part of him wins your approval.
"is that..is that supposed to go inside of me?" your brows furrow so cutely he almost laughs.
"yes"
"its not going to fit!" you exclaim, backing away from him as if you're scared. This time he does laugh, smiling down at you. You seem less nervous as he does which is why he grabs your ankle and pulls you back to him.
"it will darling, trust me" he purred. And like the sweet wife you are, you nod, eyes looking up at him with nothing but trust filling them.
"just-" you peek down once more, "just go slow ok?"
"of course"
He spreads you back open with warm palms and you lay back down. Grabbing his shaft he rubs his tip over your soaked clit and folds before lining himself with your hole. It was insane how much he has been dreaming about this moment. Since he first saw you all those years ago all he could think about was getting you under him, and now you're finally here. Feyd grips the sheets hard as he pushes his tip in your tight cunt. You gasp, reaching up to dig your fingers into his shoulders, eyes screwed shut. It took everything in him not to snap his hips forward and let your sweet cunt suck him in.
Slowly he pushes himself in watching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. Finally he bottoms out, your wet heat against his smooth skin. Feyd couldn't help but moan a sound that finally had your eyes opening. You felt so good wrapped around him. Squeezing him too tightly he was sure you would snap it off.
"does it feel good?" his voice sounded more like a plea than he would like but he needed to hear it, to hear you say he was the one making you feel good.
"yes, Feyd I feel so full.." you mumble. Eyes glossed over and fingers digging into his skin.
He moved then bringing out another pretty moan from you. The pace was slow just like he promised. Hips rocking with so much restraint he had to grit his teeth every time he felt your pussy flutter around him. Your legs wrapped around his hips, your breast bouncing as he moves. It was too much yet not enough. He wanted to fuck you harder, make you scream out his name. Before he could stop himself he started to do just that. Feyd lifted one of your legs until your knee was pressed to your chest giving himself a better angle. And it felt amazing. He knew you were feeling it too, you moans turning more into breathy screams, cunt getting wetter and wetter.
He wasn't going to last much longer. His cock pulsing against your walls. Slender fingers reach down to rub tight circles against your puffy clit. His name falling so perfectly from your mouth.
"does that feel good? You're squeezing me so tightly, my pretty wife falling apart on her husband's cock." he cursed under his breath, hips unrelenting as they snap to yours.
"Feyd!" such a pretty sound. He could feel how close you were and before he knew it you were cuming around him.
Moaning loudly he follows after you, filling you with as much of his seed as he could push inside you. He stayed there for a moment, letting you catch your breath while he tried to do the same. Pulling out made him hiss but he quickly got over it at the sight of his thick black cum leaking out of your cunt. His perfect little wife. He hopes it takes.
summary: Marrying a stranger was hard enough, but marrying a man you can not seem to understand is much harder. The house of harkonnen is strange and dark but maybe you can bring a light into this cold cave.
3.k words/ I got a little lost in this one lol
ch.3 masterlist
The trip to Gedi prime was silent for the most part. Feyd guided you to the seat right next to his, his touch has not left you since the wedding. The wedding that had only ended a few hours ago. Feyd said he could not wait a second longer to take you home. Of course your father huffed and puffed but you were married now and it wasn't his choice, or yours. He had let you change and ordered your servants to put your things in the ship. Feyd had agreed to let you bring one of your maids along and you were very grateful for it. At least one part of home was coming with you.
You felt the ship rumble to life as his hand took yours and rested them in your lap. Feyd was such a confusing man, everyone told you he was mean and violent, and when it came to your father or anyone else really that seemed to be true. But when he speaks to you or holds your hand in his it is anything but mean or violent. Lost in your mind you hardly noticed when your eyes started to droop or when your head landed to rest on your husband's shoulder.
Feyd had let you sleep the whole flight, not a noise or bump waking you. It was dreamless but much needed. The day was long and full of tight lipped smiles. Thankfully no one got close enough to touch you thanks to the looming shadow you had. He was stuck to you the entire day and honestly it didn't bother you at all, he was quiet and for the most part respectful. You had been shocked of course to see what he was wearing or lack there of. But you liked that he was willing to strip himself bare in front of you, in front of everyone and show no shame or fear. That he was so confident in himself.
"wife-" his deep voice broke through your sleep induced haze.
"mhm" you hummed, blinking away the last feeling of peace. Lifting your head from his shoulder everything comes back into focus.
"today was tiring, you can get some proper rest in our chambers." his fingers reach up to brush your hair out of your eyes. His voice was once again quiet just like on that first night, like he was afraid someone would hear how soft it is.
"are we there yet?" you focus on the blue of his eyes, how bright they are. How they seem to flick across your face before settling on your eyes.
"just a few minutes" he brings his hand back to his lap but squeezes the one that held yours.
You turn your head to the back of the ship looking for your maid, Athena, she was not hard to spot in the sea of bald heads and black clothes. She was talking to a girl beside her with a small smile that you were relieved to see. Turning back to Feyd you saw him already looking at you. It was strange to think about how a man you met three days ago is now your husband. But you tried not to think about it at all, you needed this and even if you didn't you had no choice in the matter.
"do you think-" you start to ask a question on the tip of your tongue, the last thing you want to do is anger him but it was necessary, "-do you think that your people will...welcome me?"
While the people of your planet are more than happy with the peace and promise of safety your marriage brings you know his are not. His planet was known for fighting, slaying their enemies with more joy than you could ever know. And they may resent you for taking a war away from them. For an outsider coming into their home. Resentment leads to action and if enough of them decide it would be worth it to kill you, well, you don't know if Feyd would find you worth more than his own people.
You watch his jaw clench as he thinks over your words. His eyes losing that bright blue and turning a deep black. The switch sent shivers down your spine, dread filling your veins. If the thought was enough to harden him this quickly then you already know the answer.
"most wanted the war, the Baron wanted the war," Feyd flicks his eyes to the front of the ship where his uncle sat. "but when your father offered you in the promise of peace what I wanted mattered more." His tone was firm and final.
"Someone has to continue the line and the Baron would not argue that so he promised me a bride. We will have many more wars to win but I will only have one wife." For some reason your heart fluttered at his words.
"but why me? Surely others have made the same offer in an attempt to save themselves?" your brows furrow as you turn to look at him head on. It was weird that your family was the one he chose to take mercy on.
"they are not you" it was his turn to wear the confusion across his face, as if you should know that you were different from any other girl who was sacrificed for men's games and greed.
"you had not met me yet" you mumble, and it was true, as far as you knew you had never met Feyd or any other Harkonnen before.
"you don't remember?" his voice went soft again. Eyes bringing a hint of that blue back.
"remember what?"
"we have met before, sweet wife," Your eyes widened and before you could ask how or when the ship landed.
Feyd waited for the ship to settle before standing and pulling you up with him. You have hundreds of questions but the moment has passed. The Baron exits first, floating down the ramp with a group of servants following close behind him. Feyd released your hand but moved his to the small of your back to guide you down the ramp. Your skirts flutter as your feet kick them out of the way. The first thing you noticed was the darkness, even with the "sun" out the planet was not very bright at all. Even the sun in question was black with nothing but a thin halo of light around it.
Sand kicks up as you walk and when you look down you see its white and rougher then normal sand. You were coming to realize that black and white were now the only colors this planet has. The people themselves were milky white and dressed in pitch black clothes. Such a stark difference from your planet that was filled with nothing but color, the sun so bright it hurt to look at and burned your skin. You would have to adapt but remember not to lose yourself, at least you were allowed to bring your clothes. Black was a morning color for your people; it was only to be worn after someone close to has passed. You only had one black dress, shoved in the back of your closet.
Feyd brings you into the building you will be living in for the rest of your life. You could not get a good look of the outside but it was sleek and black of course. His fingers move to squeeze the fat of your hip and when you look over at him he looks almost angry. Like you were looking at anything but him for too long and he didn't like it.
"it is very different" you felt like you needed to explain, because the way he was looking at you made it seem like you did.
"yes," his fingers relaxed and his shoulders dropped just an inch, "it is your home now"
You nod, trying not to let his words bring you to tears. As much as you needed to get away from your family you loved your home. You loved your people and the beach you may never see again. Blinking away the tears that had started to gather on your water line, you step deeper into this dark cave you will call home. It was actually brighter inside than out. The blindingly white light stripped along the walls did little to warm you up to the place. The walls have a sleek black glass like texture, while the floors are much the same.
The doors at least had silver handles, which you are very grateful for because you cannot tell when the wall ends and the door begins otherwise. Feyd took you down many long hallways so you could not retrace your steps even if you wanted to. Your maid Athena followed behind you with a group of guards and servants to carry your things. As Feyd stopped in front of a door you feel your heart skip a beat. This was the room you were meant to share with your husband. The room you will stay in every single day, or until Feyd tiers of you and shoves you in another room.
Watching with a pounding heart Feyd opens the door and pushes it a little so you can see inside. It was much the same, to your disappointment. Black floors and walls with white dressers and silver handles, the bed sheets were black as well but they looked like silk. You step inside not waiting for Feyd to give you a push. The closet was huge, it was practically a whole separate room. His side was already claimed with his leathers hanging from the long racks and three pairs of boots tucked beside the drawers. The right side was completely empty so it was meant for you. Athena walked in with you and waited for you to nod before she got right to unpacking your clothes.
The guards stayed outside the room but the servants help Athena unpack your bags. You were ready to bend over and help them when your name was called. Looking up you see Feyd standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. You walked around them to rejoin your husband and continue to explore the room.
"you should not help the slaves, they are there to help you" his hand takes its place on the small of your back and you try to ignore the squeeze your heart gives.
No one on your planet calls them that, it's degrading and mostly not true. There are roles to fill but everyone has their own room, although smaller than yours of course, or they go home at the end of the day. They are paid and treated as every other citizen. That being said, you are not stupid, things happen outside of your family's reach or knowledge. Clearly they don't even try to be respectful here.
Feyd brings you to the bathroom and stands in the doorway while you look around. It was as big as the closet, the mirror taking up the whole left side wall. There was a shower and a huge bathtub. Both were big enough for at least four of you to fit in. No rugs or fur to step on, it was a wide open room. Except for the toilet which was separated and tucked in a neat corner. Just as you were finished looking around you spot a rather large cupboard. Opening you find a shelf full of black towels and washcloths, on the bottom were bottles of soaps and oils.
You grabbed one at random, opening the top to smell it. It smelled like nothing, you sighed grabbing another one just to find the same nothingness. Athena had asked you if you would like to bring your soaps and lotion, you had a whole crate for them. Something you noticed about Feyd was he didn't really smell like anything. So just to be safe you brought it all, thankfully.
"is something not to your liking?" Feyd calls from the doorway.
"not really its just-" you turn, closing the cupboard and walking back toward him, "its so much black, and your soaps don't have any scents in them" you frown.
Stopping right in front of him to pout about things you were already warned about beforehand. It was stupid to pout in front of him anyways but you were too tired to care.
"we can bring in whatever you like" uncrossing his arms he cups your face, thumbs sliding across the tops of your cheeks.
"I don't want-" you stop at the movement behind Feyd. Servants were coming over with the crate full of your soaps, before you could think better of it you place a hand over his heart and push him back until the doorway was clear, "I don't want to be a bother"
Feyd looks down at your palm still resting on his chest, his heart speeding up under your skin. You nod to the servants as they carry the crate past you and into the bathroom.
"it would not be a bother" he sounded almost breathless and just then you realized you were touching him.
Of course he had been touching you non stop but you didn't know if you had the permission to do the same. If his touch was only a show of possession. You had a feeling, deep down in your gut, that it was just him wanting to be close to you but you didn't want to risk being wrong. Attempting to jerk your hand away only to have him grab your wrist and put it back in place. His hand wrapped around you wrist so fast you didn't even see it. Reflexes of a great fighter you supposed.
Feyd's eyes snap to yours with that same bright blue in them. You will yourself to relax, in the short time you've known him Feyd has shown he wants you to trust him. Every soft word and even softer touch in an attempt to calm you into depending on him. You would have to depend on him a lot anyways so you didn't quite understand it but you supposed that didn't matter. Athena calls your name in a small voice you almost miss. Turning to her you allow your heart to slow down.
"we have finished, I know you are quite tired my lady." she looks from you to the man not even three inches away from you.
"thank you Athena. You should get some rest yourself." she nods bending slightly before leaving the room with a trail of servants behind her.
The room stills for a moment and then feels like it lights on fire. You're alone now in a room you and your husband share. With his heart beating under your palm and his hand wrapped around your wrist.
"are you hungry?" that weirdly was the last thing you expected him to say. His thumb started to rub circles into your skin.
"uh-no, no I think Athena was right I should rest." you blink up at him with wide eyes.
"should I call her back to help you get ready?" he lifts your hand and turns his head to kiss your palm, his soft lips tickling your skin.
"I can do it myself" you whisper, not daring to break the bubble.
His lips kiss down to the inside of your wrist, your stomach flutters. Feyd leans in closer to kiss your shoulder then your neck. Soft and light kisses from your palms to your cheeks. You're sure your face must be red by now. He pecks your lips once before pulling back to look at your face. Feyd must enjoy your slightly embarrassed face because he smiles at you again. This time much wider than in the dining hall, his lips pull apart to reveal all his black teeth.
And just like in the dining hall you could feel yourself mirroring it before you even realize. Maybe it was because you're tired or maybe your drunk on his kindness but it's you that leans in this time. Your hands reach up to cup his smooth cheeks, pulling him into a kiss, a proper one. Feyd paused for a moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist. The kiss was messy and desperate. Like your wedding kiss but ten times more intense. He was practically pulling you up so he could kiss you better, deeper. His tongue licking the roof of your mouth with such ease.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you let out a low moan. He felt so warm and smooth, his strong hands squeezing your waist. It felt like you were melting into him. When Feyd pulled away you whined a little. You realize it was because you needed to breathe, your chest heaving while you softly suck in air. Feyd let you collect yourself with soft pants of his own. Hugging you to his chest and burying his nose in your hair.
You finally calm down just in time to be hit with a wave of exhaustion. Loosely wrapping your arms around his waist and sighing into his chest. The leather of his shirt was uncomfortable against your cheek but you don't care.
"come on darling, lets get ready for bed"
You reluctantly let him push you into the closet while he makes himself busy in the bathroom. Going through the motions in a slight haze you take off your jewelry with delicate hands. Your night dress slipping over your head felt like the final seal. Stepping back into the bedroom you find Feyd sitting on the edge of the bed. He was in nothing but black shorts that looked much softer than leather, tight in a way you don't want to focus on.
He looks you over and for once you can see a light pink tint on his pale skin. You smile stepping to the opposite side of the bed. Feyd was closest to the door, like he was protecting you. He followed your lead as you pulled back to cover and lay your head on the pillow. He inches closer to you before reaching his arm out to pull you close. Your back to his chest and his face in your neck. Eyes fluttering closed with one final long pleased sigh.
summary: Marrying a stranger was hard enough, but marrying a man you can not seem to understand is much harder. The house of harkonnen is strange and dark but maybe you can bring a light into this cold cave.
summary: Marrying a stranger was hard enough, but marrying a man you can not seem to understand is much harder. The house of harkonnen is strange and dark but maybe you can bring a light into this cold cave.
1.6k words / the wedding
pt.1 masterlist
Your wedding would be in the morning, and instead of this fear and dread everyone thinks you should have, you feel almost excited. It was to be grand of course father would have nothing less. Orange and yellow flowers spread across the sand in your honor. Sadly your mother would have to be there, for appearances of course. You just hope you would not have to speak to her more than is necessary. The dress you are meant to wear is a deep violet, the finest colors and silk. To your shock it was not your father that picked it, it was Feyd.
Of course you were hoping the one thing you had a say about in this wedding would be the dress but you did not mind it. It was beautiful. He must have spoken to one of your maids or maybe your father because it fit perfectly. And most importantly there were loops to run your chains and jewelry through. Where black teeth and fighting were considered attractive in his home, gold and sliver were in yours. Being as shiny as possible was the standard for the high class and even most of the poor. So it meant even more to you that he cared enough about your house to do this. Cared enough about you.
Unfortunately you have not seen much of Feyd since that long and painful dinner. Since he spoke to you softly and kissed your cheek. Father was most to blame for that, he was still angry at Feyd's lashing out and wanted you to stay away from him til you couldn't anymore. You had argued two days would make no difference but he wouldn't hear it. So that left you with a weird giddy feeling to see him again. The fact that you can not only made it worse. All night you tossed and turned waiting for the sun to rise so you can finally see the man you are meant to marry.
The sun was too hot, his leathers sticking to his skin more than he would like. Landing in your home was a tedious affair. The baron of course is the one that made it so, complaining and muttering how this whole meeting is a waste of time. Feyd ignored it all. He could not wait to see his bride, the woman that is to be with him, until they both die. The woman who stands across the room with her fist balled into her skirts.
You were gorgeous. Covered in gold and jewels, it was something he noticed was common here, your father had far less but he wore a long necklace with a red jewel as big as your eyes. He looked over every inch of you, filing it away in his mind. You squirmed under his gaze leaning into your father. It made his heart squeeze, a weird feeling. Feyd knew it was your father that delayed the wedding. He watched you and saw your face twist with confusion at his question.
Even with his yelling and your eyes wide and fearful you stayed still to the very end. He must commend you for that, his uncle could never seem to get his fill. Feyd stood as you wished them goodnight. Such a sweet wife you are. He rounded the table getting as close as he would allow himself, touching the warmth of your cheek. Feyd had watched your father kiss you on the cheek before he stomped out of the dining hall. He watched the small smile you gave and the tension in your shoulders drop. Surely a kiss from your husband would have the same effect.
He leans in pressing his lips to your soft cheeks and holds back a groan. When he. sees it makes you freeze instead of relax he does something he only does standing over his gutted opponents in the arena, he smiles. Feyd watches you smile back, your body finally melting into his. He breathes in your scent, something floral and sweet.
"goodnight wife" he says it like you're already wed and to him you are. Two weeks mean nothing to him because as soon as your father agreed you belonged to him.
Feyd was not shocked to learn your father wanted to keep you away from him even longer. In fact he practically rubbed it in his face. Feyd could forgive it, if he was watching you marry another man it would be far worse than your father's little tantrum. Even just the thought makes his fist clench at his sides. He wishes he could have seen your face as you got his dress. You had sent a maid to relay how overjoyed you were to receive it. How much you loved it.
In the morning he would finally have you all to himself. Feyd would bring you to his home and carve out a spot just for you. If he must wait two weeks and put up with your father's overprotectiveness, so be it. He wants to feel your skin under his, he wants to hear your sweet voice speak to him, he wants you.
As the sun rises Feyd feels himself rise with it, if he was a normal man he would even say he's excited, but he's not so he won't. He brought his "clothes" which are only two pieces of fabric to cover his indecent parts. It was custom of course, he needed to show you his body, to show you how he can keep you safe, to show what now belongs to you. Every inch of him is now yours just as you are now his.
The preparation on his end was quick, ready in two hours while it took you much longer. He waited of course just outside your room, his hands clasped behind his back. Every maid that went in and out faltered in their step at the sight of him. Feyd was used to this of course many men have done the same. But as you come out of the room, in his dress, it was Feyd that paused. You looked beautiful of course but it was as if you were made from the sun itself. Bright and warm.
"does it look alright?" you ask, a small frown as you look down at the dress.
"perfect" he mumbles. Your voice knocked him out of whatever trance he was in. Watching your face light up at the praise.
"are you...ready?" your eyes flick down and back up again, your cheeks turning a soft pink.
"yes"
Feyd offers you his hand and shivers when you take it. Lacing them together he guides you out and onto the sand. It was hot under his feet but he hardly noticed the pain, too entranced by you. Once he brings you home he will have a proper celebration in your honor, in the arena of course. He will kill as many as you like and show his full range of skills just for you. Feyd stops in front of your father as much as he dispenses the man he is the one marrying you to Feyd. You smile and your father gives you yet another kiss on the cheek. It took everything in him to not squeeze your hand too hard.
"We are gathered here today to marry my beautiful daughter-" Feyd takes in your name, as he takes both of your hands in his, "and Feyd rautha Harkonnen. Two houses becoming one"
Your father speaks on about your union and how much he loves you and wishes you the best in your new marriage. Only when your mother is mentioned does he feel you tense, your hands squeezing him for a second before you will yourself to relax once more. Feyd does not speak on it but he does rub his thumb across your knuckles. You smile at him once more, cheeks dusted with that pink he loves so much.
"-and with this kiss your life shall be intertwined for the rest of your lives!" your father nods with somewhat of a frown.
Feyd leans in before the words even finish leaving his mouth. His hands leave yours to rest on your neck and yours come to feel his bare chest under your palms. Closing the distance he finally plants his lips on yours, tilting his head to give himself better access. Your lips are soft and smooth against his, you kiss him back with much more enthusiasm than he expected. He could stay in this kiss for years if you let him, not stopping even for air. Of course your father wouldn't allow it. He cleared his throat and you pulled away, breathing heavy with your lips slightly swollen.
Feyd leans back before letting his hands fall to yours on his chest. You flinch at the cheers and flower pedals thrown over your head. Pulling your hands away from his chest he watches you closely as you turn to your father. Who hugged you tight, squeezing just a little before letting you go again. Feyd keeps still in his spot waiting for you to return to him. He expected you to give your mother and sisters the same treatment but they didn't even look your way. You returned to his side smiling with your hands clasped in front of you.
"is your uncle your only family Feyd?" you ask so sweetly. He thinks the question over for a moment, his arm sliding around your waist.
"I have a brother"
"is he not here? I know our cultures are different but surely you would like to....show affection." you hesitated on the word.
"no" it was the only answer he could give you at the moment. You nod your eyes locked with his.
Feyd spent the rest of the evening in the role of a guard dog, barking at anyone who got too close. Not that many did, he supposed he had his reputation to thank for that. Too scared of that man attached to your hip. Your dress sliding across his skin as you shift closer to him. Right where you are meant to be. Right where you will always be, by his side.
jj maybank x plus-size fem reader (apocalyptic AU)
ch.6 series master list
warnings : 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, fluff, and jealousy (from JJ and max)
1.2k words
this ones a little short I know but I wanted a nice fluffy chapter....
You don't know what came over you that night but all you could think about was kissing him again. It was something you had wanted to do since you met him but wanting and actually doing are two different things. So when you woke up the next morning with JJ laying on top of you it felt like things changed. He was pinning you to the mattress with his weight, his breath ghosting across your chest.
Moving feels like the last thing you should do so you stay still. Feeling the warmth of his body on yours. It was a little hard to breathe but it was worth it. Max on the other hand wanted nothing more than for JJ to move. While you laid there running your hands through his soft hair Max was gearing up to jump on JJ.
"don't" you whisper, finger pointing at the way to excited dog.
Of course that only made him start barking. JJ sprung up, eyes wide and frantic, squeezing your hip like he had to make sure you were there. Max barks again this time closer to the bed. You felt JJ relax after just seeing it was the dog but his hands stayed wrapped around you.
"I think he's in love with you" he mumbles, voice deep and groggy.
You laugh a little before JJ lays back on your chest and cuts you off. His hands squeezing the fat of your waist while his face is buried into your neck. It was insane how fast your heart was beating. Who knew one little kiss would make him this bold? He was never shy about it but you thought he might be a little hesitant. It's not like you confessed your undying love or anything, it was just a little kiss. Not that you don't like it, its just....might give you a heart attack.
"he just likes me"
"he can get in line, I saw you first." he turns his face away from your neck to glare at max. Earning a slap on the shoulder from you.
"you can not be jealous of a dog!" you scoff, laughing at Max trying to wiggle his way in-between you and JJ.
"i'm not. He doesn't stand a chance sweetheart" he kisses your shoulder before finally letting Max have his own cuddle time.
Max starts licking your face like you're some kind of treat he can't wait to get to the center of. You can't stop giggling which only makes him happier. You hear JJ stretch and groan before getting off the bed. And just like that the bubble burst. The reality of a job left unfinished, of not knowing where you are or where you're going to end up coming right back up. You trust JJ but that doesn't help the pit in your stomach.
Max whines in your ear and you whip your head to look at him. You stopped petting him, that's why he's upset. You huff but continue to pet him anyway. Everything is going to be fine, JJ is going to take care of it and you're going to take care of him. You listen to JJ move around in the kitchen actually looking through it this time. He found the soup last night but was too tired to actually go through it. Then it went dead quiet and. before you knew it he was standing over you and Max, a frown on his pretty face.
"this is ridiculous" he grumbles, bending down to pry max off of you.
"its cute"
"Just yesterday you thought he was rabid." he lifts Max and sets him on the ground ignoring the whines.
"I now know he was just excited." JJ holds out his hand and you take it letting him pull you up. You watch the muscles in his arm flex and it almost makes you wince before it brings a light blush to your cheeks.
"A little too excited if you ask me." he wraps his arm around your waist before guiding you to the kitchen.
You laugh softly trying to calm all the butterflies staring you in the stomach. The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was far too big. Nothing but empty white walls and crystal clear glass. JJ pushed out a chair from the table and sat you down in it. You wanted to argue that you were not the dog here but then he brought over a steaming bowl of tomato soup.
"how-"
"its a gas stove, figured we could use a hot meal." he smiles, bringing over his own bowl and moving his chair to sit right next to you. You were beaming at this point. Smiling so wide it hurts your cheeks.
"thank you JJ" you lean into his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"of course"
After eating you and JJ stuff your backpacks with as much food as you can, nothing else in the house was worth taking. He handed you your bat but before you could open the door he pulled you against his chest. His hands cupping your soft cheeks before bringing his lips down to yours. It was needy and desperate, like he was trying to tell you something without saying the words. Your fingers glide up his body before stopping to rest on his chest. Feeling his heart beat under your finger tips.
Of course Max would never let JJ have your attention for so long. He barked, jumping up to paw at JJ's back. Making him break away from you with a frown.
"do we have to take him with us?" he grumbles, sliding his hands down to your neck. His eyes are still looking at your lips, which you're sure are swollen and glossy.
"yes, I don't think we could get rid of him even if we tried" your voice sounded breathy in your own ears. You wanted to kiss him again.
JJ hummed, giving you one last peck before dropping his hands and stepping back. The loss of his warmth was enough for you to frown without even realizing it. Opening the door JJ lets Max go first then you and finally he steps out closing the door behind you. The first thing you notice is how quiet it is, just the wind rustling the leaves.
Then you remembered the near death experience from yesterday. Since you couldn't hear any moans and groans you assume they moved on. When they're grouped up like that they tend to make at least some noise. JJ gets in position to lift you up and over the wall again. You place your foot in his hands and grab his shoulders for support.
"don't try to jump it this time" you smirked, watching his eyes roll.
"you didn't even let me try!"
You ignore his words and let him boost you up. Wrapping your legs over the bricks this time was a lot smoother. Jumping down was a little harder but you managed to make it in one piece. Pulling open the gate JJ pushed max through and handed you bag before squeezing himself through once again. And just like that you're back on the road again.
Only this time you're following JJ's lead and trying not to let it bother you so much. You liked being in control, especially since there are dead people walking. Choosing to not think about the pit of anxiety that seems to be settling in your stomach you walk next to JJ, letting him ramble on about how excited he is for you to meet the Pogues. And when his hand reaches out for yours you let him take it.
jj maybank x plus-size fem reader (apocalyptic AU)
warnings : 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, will be adding more as the chapters go on and the chapters themselves will have their own warnings
summary: Marrying a stranger was hard enough, but marrying a man you can not seem to understand is much harder. The house of harkonnen is strange and dark but maybe you can bring a light into this cold cave.
1.6k words, I think i'm gonna start another series
pt.2 masterlist
You had never met a Harkonnen before. Feyd, your soon to be husband, stood across the room with squinting eyes. His uncle the Baron "stood" next to him, the greedy man he was known to be. The layers of oiled fat shine in the reflecting of the sun. It would distract you from Feyd entirely if he wasn't staring you down. You couldn't tell if he was angry or just looking. His face was void of any emotion, his jaw clenched. You instinctively lean into your father's side which only seems to deepen his stare.
The Baron organized this meeting at your father's request only to keep the peace. He did not seem to care if you were actually there or not. Thankfully they had agreed to come to you, with much restraint on their part. You had heard of all the violence and needless blood shed their people enjoy. But your father wanted to meet the man he was marrying his eldest daughter to. You shift next to him, the jewelry and fabrics of your skirts making a small noise. You have never been more nervous in your life.
"I hope the rooms are to your liking Baron" your father cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence.
"just fine"
The room stilled to a silence again. Nothing but the light flutter of your skirts. It's hard to bring yourself to speak to a man you've never met, a man you were told to be afraid of. A man you were warned to keep happy at all times for your own safety.
"and you na-Baron, I-Is it to your liking?" you tried to keep your nerves from showing but you slipped, cringing at your stutter.
"very much" His eyes flicker to your father before returning to you, his lips twitching up at the corners.
It was quiet again before the Baron starts going over the politics of the marriage. Peace between the two houses and all that. Feyd of course stands eerily still while the conversation continues. It was starting to scare you now, the staring. You tried to look your best today but you did not think it warranted this much attention. You stood there for what felt like hours with his gaze never leaving.
Dinner went in the same fashion. Except he gave you the grace of looking down at his plate every so often. He didn't try to spark conversation and when you did he only answered with one to two words. So you stopped trying pretty quickly. Just as you thought the night would end in more silence your name dripped from his mouth, it sounded smooth like honey, sticky like a trap.
"yes?" your hands still giving him your full attention.
"I was wondering if it was your idea to delay the wedding" he looks at your father now with that gaze you can't quite figure out.
"I'm sorry? We are to be wed in three days, yes?" you were awfully confused. As far as you know the wedding is right on track. This meeting was not part of the plan but they were meant to come here a day before the wedding anyway so you didn't think much of it.
"yes, but you should have been married to me two weeks ago." his jaw ticks, eyes turning an almost black.
What he was saying made no sense, your father told you himself that there was nothing to worry about, everything was going to plan. Both sides are happy. Apparently Feyd was not.
"now nephew, lets not spoil our dinner." the Baron dug into his third plate of the evening.
"I just wonder why he kept my wife from me.." you watched his hands squeeze the knife and fork he held.
"You will have her in three days," your father grit out, "she needed more time-"
"did she say that?! Did she beg and plead for two more weeks!" his fist slammed into the table. You gasp but his eyes only spared you a glance before turning back to your father.
"she did not need to say it, she is my daughter" they were both yelling now. Standing out of their chairs as if they were going to fight right there on the table.
"she is my wife!"
"not yet, she is not yours yet, protecting my daughter is not keeping her from you! It is my job to make sure she is ready to live in a land she has never seen before, to marry a man she has never met." he was fuming, you could feel the anger roll off of your father in waves.
And just as you thought the fighting would reach a physical point, Feyd sat back down in his chair. Your brows furrow but you say nothing about it, no one does. He leans back with what seems to be a smirk. Like he was happy with making your father so angry. He was.
"satisfied?" the Baron ask, looking at his nephew. The Baron had not reacted at all to Feyd anger and just continued to eat his meal.
"yes"
Your father had left after that. Pushing his chair back with a huff, kissing your cheek before stomping out of the dining hall. Honestly you have no idea what just happened. Your father lied and postponed the wedding for two weeks, but he had done it for you. He knew how nervous you were about leaving your entire life behind in the name of peace. Peace between two houses that could not be more different from each other.
Protecting you had always been something your father took a little too far. When you were little your mother took you to the beach, it was one of your most vivid memories. The hot sand under your toes the way she smiled and took your hand. She said she going to teach you how to swim, that it was important. Of course you trusted her word she was your mother. But then she picked you up and threw you into the ocean.
You started flailing, trying to keep yourself a float without knowing how. It only lasted a minute before you were pulled out with hands wrapped around your upper arms. It was your father. You coughed so hard it felt like your lungs were on fire, gasping for air. You were only six at the time.
"are you insane?!" he growled at your mother. Turning to glare at her while running his hand up and down your back. "you could have killed her!"
"she's fine" her eyes rolled as if his anger was annoying.
"you almost killed our daughter!-"
"she is not my daughter!"
You blinked away tears at the painful memory, staring down at your now cold dinner. He had a right to be so protective that was not her last attempt. Part of the reason she was not here today was because of your father's fear she would ruin the plans for peace, that and she didn't care to be here. This marriage was your way out. It may not be a loving one but it had to be better than this. Father knew that which is why he agreed to it in the first place.
You look up at Feyd and for once he wasn't looking at you. So you took the chance to really look at him. He was handsome of course, with strong features that stand out far from his uncle. You have never seen someone like him before. Completely hairless and somehow still looks pretty, his eyes are dark but you could swear you see a little blue in them. You noticed how his teeth are black along with his tongue. Father told you about it, told you not to point it out in case you upset him. But it was strange.
Your eyes trailed down to his clothes and the black leather of his shirt. It wasn't so tight but you could see the muscle underneath. He was a great fighter, the best. So it made sense to have such a sculpted body, like one of those statues from centuries ago. Like he was made of marble. You flushed at the thought of his naked body, he must be smooth all over right? Your thoughts quickly disappeared as his eyes caught yours replaced by embarrassment. Even though he's been doing the same thing to you all day you dart your eyes to your plate hoping the heat will fade if you stare hard enough.
Waiting for the Baron to finish his meal was like waiting for a flower to grow. It was the polite thing to do, wish your guest a goodnight before leaving yourself, but you were really starting to regret being polite. Once his plate was cleared for the seventh time he started moving. You quickly stood as he started floating away from the table.
"goodnight!" your voice raised but he did not seem to hear you, or maybe he did and just kept going anyways. "goodnight na-baron" you give Feyd a small smile but he does not return it.
"Feyd" he mumbled, rounding the table with long strides.
"what?" you watched him come to your side, his hands at his sides.
"my name, you are my wife, you can call me Feyd" he reached you in what felt like seconds. So close you could see the blue of his eyes and feel his breath on your skin. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, feeling the softness of your skin against his rough palms.
"uh-" you look up at him with wide eyes "goodnight....Feyd" your voice got softer than you like but he seems to enjoy it. For the fist time he smiled at you. His black teeth peeking out as his his lips curl. You smile back before you even notice.
"goodnight wife" he whispered like he was afraid someone would hear. Leaning in he lightly kissed your cheek, it was only a second but his lips left tingles in their wake. He pulled back still smiling and dropped his hand, leaving you standing there with your heart beating out of your chest.
jj maybank x plus-size fem reader (apocalyptic AU)
ch.5 series masterlist
1.3k words
warnings : 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, cussing, flirty jj, a kiss!!
"whatever"
JJ smiled big and wide with his heart pounding in his chest. When he suggested giving you a boost over the wall you looked so cute, scared but cute. Like something like that would kill him. Of course then you made him squeeze through a gate. It felt like his organs were gonna burst with the presser. He's still sure he could have made that jump. Even when you're angry you're pretty, if it wasn't the end of the world and if he didn't feel so guilty, he would make you angry all the time.
It's weird he knows that but you have this sparkle about you when you're glaring at him. Now you still look cute but once you approach the door your face turns hard, serious.
"we go from the bottom up, ok?" he nods, pulling the gun out of his belt as you grab your bat. As hot as it was, the last thing he wanted was for you to have to use it.
He steps in front of you, gun raised and eyes sharp. JJ knows first hand you're more than capable but it makes him feel better to be in the front lines. The house only has two stories but it's much bigger than any house in the cut. Because of all the rooms JJ was forced to let you search half on your own. Even when you rolled your eyes at his concern, he watched you.
Clearing his side went smoothly, nothing living or dead. When you met him at the stairs you had said the same. Nothing but old blood on the walls. It made his skin crawl but he just gave you a sharp nod. JJ led you up the stairs with his finger hovering over the trigger. Whatever happened to leave all that blood was hopefully gone by now.
The floor creaked as he got to the last step. He paused, waiting to hear any noise when the silence continued as he stepped further down the hall. There seems to be even more rooms on this floor. JJ glances back at you but you've already half way through the hall to his right. He clenches his jaw but turns to sweep his side of the hose.
Three rooms in and nothing, just guest rooms with plain white walls and perfectly made beds. What's the point in being so rich if you're going to be so boring? If the world wasn't ending and the Pogues were still chasing gold he sure as hell wouldn't spend it on this shit. He would buy you something nice first, like a car or one of those fancy hair dryers kie told him about. She said every girl needed one and he wants you to have everything you could ever need.
Of course that's a lot harder to do now but that doesn't mean he won't try as hard as he can. Just as he was going to yell the all clear he heard you yelp, just loud enough for him to hear. JJ called out your name as he rushed to follow that sound. You had left the door open and when he stumbled in he saw you on the ground with a huge ball of blonde hair licking your face. It was a dog. A big golden retriever too happy to see you.
"can you help me, please?" your voice came out muffled as the dog plopped down, practically crushing you.
"it looks like you have a thing for blondes." he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed as his heart slows down. While he's more than happy you're not being attacked by one of those things the adrenaline is still pumping.
"JJ!" your arms flail around trying to push off the pile of fur. Of course the dog only wags his tail in response.
"ok, ok" he pushes himself off the frame, "come on big guy she's a one man only type of woman." he lifts the dog off with an exaggerated grunt.
You glare at him before pushing yourself up. The dog just stands there with his tail wagging so fast JJ's pretty sure he could start flying. You stand, eyeing the thing like he'll try to jump on you again. He does. JJ watches in real time as the dog lefts his legs to jump on you again. This time you just let out a soft gasp and hide behind JJ. He smiles when you squeeze his arm.
"its just a dog" he laughs.
"what if its rabid, did you see how it just tried to jump on me again!?" when the dog followed you, you grabbed JJ to push him back in front, like a shield.
"I think he would have tried to bite you if he was rabid." he huffs. Leaning down to pat the dog only to get ignored as he tries to follow you again.
"are you sure?"
"im sure baby, he's just excited" you seem to relax at his reassurance. Peaking out at the dog that almost crushed you a few seconds ago.
You reach you hand out but hesitate a little, glancing at JJ and only moving forward when he gives you a soft nod. as soon as your hand touches soft fur you melt. Bending further down to give him full body pets, and when the dog tries to jump on you again you let him.
"I don't see a collar. Do you think he just wandered in here?" the dogs legs were now setting on your shoulders. You hand gliding through the fur.
"maybe, your rooms all clear?"
"yeah. This was my last one" You dont look at him when you respond. Full attention on the dog you were so scared of.
"good" he clears his throat but you still dont look at him.
"what should we name him?" the him in question finally gets off of you but doesn't stray far.
"uh.." JJ crosses his arms " how about max" he shrugs.
He watches you think it over for a minute then you bend down once again.
"what do you think? You like max?" you ask the dog, who at this point would like anything you say. He barks and jumps a little but his feet land on the ground.
"Max it is"
JJ should have known better. After finding and eating cans of soup you and him bring out one of the mattresses. Pushing it into the living room. You said that it would make you feel more safe and that's all he needed to hear. Now of course the only thing in his way was that damn dog.
Max didn't even glance his way but was all over you. As you laid on the bed he followed, basically cuddling you. Something JJ was looking forward to easing you into. Even though you're not together, yet, you can still cuddle, right?
"alright time for bed" he hears max huff but the dog still doesn't move.
"come on boy, let JJ sleep" you giggle, petting max but still not moving him.
After a minute or so he takes matters into his own hands, lifting max off the bed. Ignoring his whines. JJ takes his side of the bed with a groan. He wanted to play it cool but he was so tired. His muscles hurt from being tense 24/7.
"JJ" you said it so softly he almost didn't hear it.
"yeah?" his face was turned to yours.
"goodnight."
He smiled ready to tease you but you did something, you kissed him. Leaning over to press your soft lips to his. It was quicker than he would have liked, more like a peck but it still felt nice. When you pulled away he could see the red in your cheeks.
jj maybank x plus-size fem reader (apocalyptic AU)
ch.4 series masterlist
1.4k words
warnings : 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, cussing, flirty jj, fluff, lots of talking in this one
Crossing the somewhat invisible line and out of the cut was easier than you thought. It wasn't like there was a gate or a password, just a road. A road you had feared would be covered in those things. But when you reached the road it was empty which was strange but you didn't want to test your luck. JJ made sure to stay in front of you as you walk along the road, the big open road mind you. It was more of a bridge really.
"would you rather....eat a bucket full of worms or eat that weird can of peaches we found yesterday?" JJ baited you into playing this game for the last 30 minutes. You were on the verge of running out of ideas while he seems to get more excited as you go.
"peaches, I've eaten a worm before and trust me you don't want a whole bucket."
"what? I mean I'm not surprised you've eaten worms before but those peaches were green! They didn't even look like peaches anymore" you dont know why your arguing for the bucket of worms but it felt right.
"so you would rather eat a whole bucket of worms?" his brows furrow like he can't imagine you saying yes.
"I would rather starve honestly" you shrug. He laughs and shakes his head at your little work around.
"ok my turn, would you rather date a younger man," his voice lowers as he turns his face from you "or eat that can of peaches?"
This had to be his least obvious try at flirting yet. It was kinda funny that he had to pit himself against those gnarly peaches for you to say yes. Honestly you would say yes without the question but this dark cloud of doubt still floats above you. Waiting to prove itself right.
"what kind of question is that?"
"its my turn, I pick the question" he ignores your glare.
"obviously I would pick the younger man, as long as its three years max. Even though it's a stupid would you rather." you use the excuse of looking around the wide open bridge to not look at JJ.
You're sure he's pretty much beaming but you don't want to see it. Not that you can. You spot one of those things, you almost turn back around to tell JJ but then more appear. A lot more. A hoard of them coming from the cut side of the bridge. Stopping in your spot makes JJ turn and follow your eyes.
"holy shit" his face went cold as he saw the word get bigger and bigger.
"we need to go!" you grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the things that seem to be getting closer.
JJ tried to run as fast as he could while still holding on to your hand but you were slowing him down. He pulled as if he could make you go any faster then you already were. Your lungs were on fire and even though you made a good distance from the hoard you were far from safe.
"just go" you huffed out, he stopped so quickly you stumbled a little.
"what?"
"run ahead, i'm slowing you down," looking back at them only made you breathe harder. Your hand slipped from his.
"im not leaving you"
The way he said it, as if it was set in stone, you smiled. It was an insane thing to do at the time but you couldn't help it.
"ill catch up just look for somewhere safe." you nod your head in the direction he should be running in.
"no" he reached for your hand again, this time making sure his grip was tight.
"JJ-"
"no, i'm not leaving. They can't reach us for another hour, that gives us time." he pulled on you again and you let him.
You weren't trying to sacrifice yourself. But you're slow, and he's not. Those things are far enough away that he could have looked ahead and come back for you. Though it doesn't matter now. He seemed hell bent on being dragged down by you. Even though it was a bit dramatic it made you blush all the same.
JJ dragged you for what felt like hours. The hoard broke off hours ago, some stayed behind and some followed you to the kooks. It was strange to them "think" kind of like birds migrating. Like they could speak to each other without saying any words. It was kinda scary honestly. With the mass of them breaking off you could breathe easier but you still haven't found a place to hold in.
"what about there?" JJ pointed at the large house about a mile away from where you are now.
"it looks good but," you bit your lip, "that gates fucking huge" What seemed to be a ten foot tall brick wall stood in front of the house.
"that's the easy part, we have to clear it after that." he shrugged.
"not really, i've cleared dozens of houses by myself." though the houses in question were way smaller than the mansion you were approaching.
"just make sure you stay behind me" he squeezed your hand and smiled.
"I can take care of myself just fine, I have the bat full of nails" you remind him. Although this new protective mode is cute it's also unnecessary. You've gotten by just fine on your own.
"I know, it's just... you're not by yourself anymore. I'm here"
You let the silence flow while you mentally took note of your surroundings. This side of the island was new to you but the land is all the same. Trusting JJ to know where he's going is a little hard but he clearly knows more than you. Hopefully he also knows how the fuck you're gonna get over this wall. He keeps your hand in his as you finally stand in front of the wall, staring at the bricks.
You glance at the "doors" but they have thick chains wrapped around the bars. So the only way in was up.
"im gonna boost you up" JJ says, letting you go so he can supposedly help you over the wall.
"uh-"
Just the thought of him trying to lift your weight made your stomach sink. You just stared at him with wide eyes as he leans on the wall with his hands laced together. This had to be the most embrasured you've ever felt. As if the running wasn't enough now he wants to throw you over a brick wall.
"come on, we don't have all day sweetheart"
"just... dont hurt yourself ok?" he nods and you really wish he would stop smiling.
Placing your foot on his hands he gives you one last nod before pushing you up, letting you swing your leg over the wall. It went so quickly it was almost like it didn't happen. The bricks scrap your thighs a little but you almost couldn't feel it over the rush of adrenaline.
"you ok?" you glance down at JJ, nodding with wide eyes.
"yeah are you? I didn't break you right?" it was meant to come out as a joke but the real concern bleed through.
"gonna take a little more than that to break me baby"
"how are you getting up?" you ignore the flush of your cheeks.
"im jumpin' it" he stepped back to get a running start.
"what?! you can't jump a 10ft wall!"
"I totally can! They do it all the time in movies and shit." you can see him sizing up the wall like he could actually do it.
"no! look I can jump down and you squeeze through the chains" you don't give him the chance to argue about it.
Landing almost broke your ankles but you got down nonetheless. Two wobbly feet on the ground. JJ stood on the other side of the gates bars, hands on his hips.
"ok throw your bag over." he rolls his eyes but does it anyways.
The chains were locked together but as you pulled them open the gap opened too. It was tight but he could defiantly squeeze through. You give him the go ahead and he shoves himself right in the space, slipping out just as fast as he went in.
"that went better then I thought" you huff pulling on the chains. Even if you just saw them hold up you want to test it again.
"I definitely could've made that jump by the way" his teasing tone didn't stop the glare you sent him.
"im sorry I wanted you to live." you watch him grab his backpack and dust it off.
"I knew you cared about me" he places his hands on his heart.
jj maybank x plus-size fem reader (apocalyptic AU)
ch.3 series masterlist
1.4k words
warnings : 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, cussing, flirty jj, insecure reader, protective jj
This was stupid. So incredibly stupid that it has to be some kind of cruel joke. You like him. Not just because he saved your life, or because he's so handsome it makes you sick, but he's funny and protective and sweet. Even though you don't need his protection it feels nice to have someone care enough to want to protect you. He held you and cooed soft reassurances while you balled your eyes out. You expected him to make a joke, to laugh. Maybe leave you to collect yourself. Now you don't know what to do with yourself. You like him.
"anyways, my boy pope ended up taking the fall for it," he was rambling on about another story involving his friends and how they always end up in trouble. "luckily the guy didn't press charges. Not that I was gonna let pope actually get arrested."
"right..." you mumble, too wrapped up in your feelings to listen.
"am I boring you sweetheart?" he tilts his head so his eyes can find yours.
"no, I don't think that's even posable" you gave him a small smile and he multiplied it by a million. Blue eyes shining with amusement.
"you're thinking pretty hard and i'm sure it's not about my story" walking while talking was not one of his strong suits. He stops every time he has to actually think about a question or answer.
"do you think your friends will like me?" your deflection seemed to work, he stops for a moment.
"Of course! You're super hot and a bad ass, they are gonna love you" He was practically beaming while praising you.
"im really not-" you try to argue.
"you took down two of those things like it was nothing!"
"it was nothing! And I got knocked down by another one like two minutes later." you mutter the last part, the wound still a little fresh.
JJ seems to ignore you and continues to tell you how cool you looked while trying not to die. Maybe this is how he trapped you under his spell. Compliment you until you burst into flames. Though he didn't say stuff like this before, sure he flirted but not like this. This felt more real. Like he noticed you as a person and not just some girl he found attractive. You're not sure he would even find you attractive if not for the apocalypse. But now he's here and so are you, and you like him.
It was dark again, the worst part about all this. You hate not being able to see as much of your surroundings. JJ took the job of making a little fire while you tried to set up sticks so you could hear something coming in the middle of the night. Staying in the woods was something you wished to avoid but you didn't know of any cabins or houses near here.
You finish with your sticks just as JJ finally gets a fire going. Turning just in time to see his face light up at his little achievement. His eyes flick toward yours and it turns more into a proud smirk. You try to hide the blush on your cheeks, thankfully that was easy in the pitch dark shy that looms over you. JJ kept his eyes on the fire while you shuffle around behind him. Sleeping on your backpack was very uncomfortable but you didn't have room to carry a sleeping bag so it was the only option. Setting your bat next to JJ pulls his attention all on you.
"make sure you wake me up in a few hours, you have to sleep this time." he thought you were stupid enough to not notice his skipping over you last night.
"I get it, I just wanted you to be fully rested so you can listen to all my amazing stories." rolling your eyes only seemed to amuse him because he smiled. It was like he enjoyed annoying you.
You couldn't even be mad about it because you like him being annoying and even worse you like that he likes it. Making him smile was a subconscious goal of yours. He looked so much prettier when he smiled. Not that he had to do anything at all to look pretty. It was unfair. So unfair.
"we should hit the kook side tomorrow, is the Camerons house far?" you settle into the ground with as much ease as someone who was going to pass out at any moment would.
"we might have to spend a night somewhere" he shrugs, the fire between the two of you making it look like he glows , so unfair.
"I'll have to trust you to lead the way, I've never been over there" the thought alone made you so nervous your heart almost popped out of your chest.
"never?"
"nope"
Your dreams were filled with sand and blood.
JJ wakes you up before the sun could rise, as promised. Then plopped himself down and passed out as soon as his head hit his backpack. You watched his chest rise and fall with a soothing rhythm. It was like the world around you disappeared and all that mattered was watching him breathe. Trusting him felt so right until you thought about it and then it felt wrong. You barely knew him, less than two weeks just walking through the cut.
But your body couldn't help but melt with him. It made no sense yet it's something you understand more than anything right now. He's so strong and funny and kind. You only hope that he won't ditch you on the kook side. JJ had no reason to stick around once your in calmer waters. Maybe the only reason he's stayed so far is his gratitude.
You helped him get the gun, fight off those things, and sometimes you entertained his stupid stories. Though you liked that more than he did. He always talks about getting in trouble with his friends but the part you like the most is JJ's face while he talks about it. His whole face just lights up like a Christmas tree. It's written all over his stupid face. The pogues mean so much to him that just talking about them makes him happy.
The worst part is you want him to light up like that when he talks about you. Not just because you've helped him survive for the past few weeks but because you make him that happy. Because he cares about you.
"I swear I can see the gears turning" you flinch, eyes finally lifting off his chest to look at his face.
"what?"
"your thinkin' real hard over there." his eyes are half open and you can still see a little sleep in them. But if his smirk is anything to go by he's wide awake.
"im just worried, what if we gat there and its just as bad as the cut?" its not exactly the truth but it is a big reason to worry. Its not like you can tell him your actually scared he's gonna leave you.
"then we'll just book it to Sarah's" he sits up with a groan, rubbing the back of his neck.
That didn't help settle your fears at all. Just book it to Sarah's. Like it's that easy. JJ must have read the look on your face because he scoots around the fire to sit next to you. And just as his eyes lock on to yours all the tension melts and you hate yourself for it.
"its gonna be ok, I promise," you watch his hand lift and pause before landing down on yours "I've almost died like a hundred times remember the whole searching for gold thing? My streak isn't over yet."
"of course I remember but..." you look down at your laced hands "but you didn't have me dragging you down."
JJ told you all kinds of stories and most of them were about the pogues search for the gold and in turn John b's father. In those stories his friends always make it out and plan how to get right back in. But your not the pogues. You haven't had to run away from people trying kill you before. It's only a matter of time before the luck you've somehow clung to runs out. The last thing you want is for him to die because of you.
"dont even say that. I would probably be dead if is wasn't for you" he squeezes your hand but you dont look up.
"we should get going" you mumble, moving to stand.
"hey," JJ pulls you back down," I'll protect you ok?"
"ok"
You want to believe him you really do but this pit in your stomach is telling you not to. JJ was going to make it out you knew that but you just hoped you lived long enough to go with him.
warnings: angst, crying, talk of death, hurt/comfort, cute little moment at the end.
"im telln' you there ain't nothing there, no thoughts, no memories, no soul, nothin' " doc sits in the back of the truck next to Casandra while you watch 10k fiddle with his slingshot.
" well they're not dead, they want something" cass argues.
"yeah brains"
"you can't want something if you're not conscious, if you dont have a soul." she sips from her water bottle, eyes locked on doc's.
"when my pa was wounded he told me to tie him up before he turned. Made me promise to show him mercy when he died," 10k spoke, twirling his slingshot in his hands, " kill the brain, you know? I couldn't do it. I couldn't hurt my pa. No matter what he becomes." his eyes burn holes into the truck bed.
"I stared into his eyes for the longest time, just looking for some sign he was in there." 10k goes on.
"did you see anything?" cats asked, but you knew before 10k shook his head the answer was no.
"what'd you do?" doc shifted in his seat.
"I killed it"
"damn kid, you had to put down your own dad" you looked up at doc, watching the sympathy take over his face.
"didn't kill him, killed it"
You laced your hands with his, something you would never have the nerve to do, but he looked like he needed it. His fingers squeeze yours but he still looks down at the truck bed.
"I always wish he knew, you know, somehow knew that I kept my promise." he clenches his jaw and squeezed your hand so hard you thought it would pop.
"who's to say he doesn't?" you try to keep as much softness in your voice as you can. Squeezing his hand back.
After what feels like years and almost losing doc to a z in a vent, the group finally stopped. The air was still tense and everyone felt the day weighing down their skin. The house Warren found was old but big enough for almost everyone to get a room. Garnett and Warren took the first watch while mack and abby shared a room. Doc and Murphy posted up in the living room and you thought Casandra would join you in one of the rooms but she just plops down next to doc.
You wander into the room anyways, smiling at the bed. It's been forever since you've got to sleep in a bed. Most nights it's hard ground or trying to ignore the glaring sun in the truck. Taking off your shoes and setting them by the foot of the bed. You didn't hear 10k following behind you but you weren't surprised to hear the squeak of his weight on the bed. You glance at the door he somehow closed without you noticing.
"is it soft?" it was a dumb question but you felt like you had to ask something.
"yeah.."
"are you ok?" the mattress also makes a squeak when you sit down but you ignore it. When 10k doesn't answer you pull out the pocket knife he gave you, holding is so he sees the engraving.
"who's Tommy? Was that your dad's name?" your question makes him huff out what you think is a laugh.
"no, Tommy is..." he shifts a little so his back is against the headboard, " Tommy's my real name." The name suits him.
"I won't tell anyone, it can be our little secret."
"thank you" he looks up at you then, eyes having a little shine to them.
The silence stretches on for a while and you're not sure if you should fill it. But you do it anyway.
"I had to kill my mom," you suck in a deep breath, " she was still alive when I-" you glance down at the post knife now in your lap.
It was stupid to talk about this again, all it ever brought was hurt. But he's already shared so much of himself with you. You felt like you owed it to him to do that same.
"she got bit trying to save me. Told me she wanted me to take care of before she hurt anyone, before she hurt me." you dont know when you started crying but you felt the wet tears drop into your lap.
10k, Tommy, took your hand in his just like you did for him. Smiling you wipe your face with the back of your hand. He looked so pretty in that moment. Wrapping in the moonlight that shined through the window. His deep blue eyes focused on you and only you. In a moment of desperation and sleep deprivation you lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck. You felt him tense under you but he melted before you could pull away.
"I won't tell anyone, I can keep a secret" he whispers, wrapping his hands around you. You giggle at his repeated promise.
jj maybank x plus-size fem reader (apocalyptic AU)
ch.2 series masterlist
1.8k words
warnings : 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, cussing, flirty jj.
// sorry this took so long im moving so packing up my room is keeping me busy :(
The strips of sunlight coming through the blinds somehow make you look even prettier than he thought possible. Propped up on his elbow JJ spends his first moments awake staring at you. Honestly he was more than happy to take the floor last night, he needed the distance. Being around you made him forget about all the death for a bit. You didn't get too annoyed by his constant need to fill the silence with flirting or random questions you hated answering.
JJ was hanging around John b's for days before you showed up. Everyone was split up when shit went down but that was the one place he knew they would go. Or at least he was hoping they would go. But the Pogues never showed up, by the way the house was raided it looked like they already left. So he stayed close by just in case they come back or he could figure out where they went.
He was planning on just letting you search the house and leave but he just couldn't help himself. Who was he to leave such a pretty girl all by herself? A girl who almost killed him, but the look of relief you had when he dodged it... he couldn't just let you walk away. So he followed you, let you take the lead even though he doubts you really know what you're doing. The cabin was proof you did. JJ was sure you were lost until your eyes lit up like it was a cure and not a old hunting cabin.
"what're you doing?" your voice was soft and filled with sleep. His eyes snap back into focus as he continues to watch you wake up.
"just thinking" he mumbles. You groan as you sit up, rubbing your puffy eyes before stretching your arms over your head.
"you always watch people sleep while you think?" you huff, eyes moving from the door to the widow.
"when they're this pretty, yeah I do" he smirks but it turns into a smile when you roll your eyes.
JJ sits up with his legs crossed as you stand in front of him. He was sure you were going to say something, maybe kick him a little, but you just bent over your backpack. It was a nice view but he was more confused than aroused. You riffle through it for a minute before pulling out two beer cans, a bag of chip he was sure he left at john b's, and a sleeve of crackers. Before he could ask how you could've found them when he searched the house days ago, you toss the chips in his lap.
"we should eat before we leave" you hand him the warm beer can, smiling as he takes it from you.
Eating in silence was actually kinda nice. He didn't feel the need to fill the void or make any jokes. You clearly didn't mind it as well, sat on the bed with your legs dangling off the edge. Humming something he can’t put a name to, but he’s sure he’s heard it before. You haven’t told him where you’re going yet but it must be out of the cut with how you’re walking just along the outside of it. JJ did think about going to Sarah’s after he found John b’s empty but it’s far, too far to go by himself.
Maybe you can come with him. You're clearly headed the same way, it would benefit you both. He could keep you safe and entertained. More the second than the first but at least it’s something. And he wants to do something for you. JJ knew staying at that house and wishing the pogues would show up was stupid. He probably would have died at that house. Waiting for something that would never come.
Once the cans were empty and the only thing left of his chips were crumbs, JJ followed you out of the cabin. Ray's house wasn't too far from John b's but the trip would take most of the day. When he relayed all this to you he watched you take it in, swears he saw the gears turning in your head, and smiled when you nodded. You were so easy to read it's almost adorable. JJ didn't think it would take the end of the word to have a crush on a girl like you. If he had met you any other way he would feel the same flutter in his stomach.
"you ok?" your voice cuts through his thoughts, brows furrowed as you follow his lead.
"huh?"
"you're quiet today, in like the two days I've known you all you did was talk" you smiled, he felt compelled to do them same.
"just think'n about how we're gonna make it out of the cut" he wasn't but telling you that his mind was filled with nothing but you sounded like a bad idea.
"well if we stick to the edges I think we should be on the kook side in two or three days," your teeth bite into your bottom lip ,"I don't know any kooks but I figure we can find something empty." you shrug.
"actually, I have a place in mind," he smirked at your confused look. "I think that's where my friends went. John b's girl, Sarah, his from that side." that's when your face turned sour. A cute little frown dropping the edges of your lips.
"Sarah Cameron?"
"yeah you know her?" everyone knew the Camerons but judging by your face you knew them personally.
"not really...just," you look down at your shoes " I know Rafe, her brother"
His stomach sank as that name spilled from your mouth. How did you know Rafe fucking Camron? A sweet girl like you? JJ's never seen you before and he would have seen someone like you with someone like him.
"how do you know him?" JJ couldn't stop the little squeeze his heart gave as you rolled your eyes.
"trust me its not by choice. Him and his little puppies used to stalk me, call me names and then tell me how cute I looked when I got mad" your fist clenched at your sides.
The relief he felt was short-lived. Of course that's how you know him, how would he ever stop himself from being a dick. Though he would have to agree you look cute when you get mad. He would rather make you laugh but clearly Rafe didn't have the skills for that.
"i'm sure he's long gone, people like him don't stick around" plus if that's really where the pogues went then there's no way Rafe was there too.
"I hope so, I would rather be stuck out here with those things than Rafe" JJ couldn't agree more.
Randy's place was thankfully mostly empty. Two wandering dead bodies roam around his front porch and driveway. Fingers crossed more don't show up. JJ stops far enough away so you can't be seen or heard. His hand reaches for the bat but you move it out of his reach, again.
"no" is all you say, marching up to the house like your word is law.
"wait-" but it was too late.
You wined up your bat before slamming it into the body of one of them. Knocking them down before you stand over the decaying corps to repeatedly smash your bat into its head. JJ stood a few feet away, his lips parted in half awe and half horror. You move on to the other one while he stands there trying not to fall for you harder than he already was. His heart pounding in his chest. You were panting when he finally got the sense to move, rushing to your side. Looking down at the smashed up faces of your victims.
"you said you threw it up that tree right?" you point the now blood soaked bat at the large tree next the the house.
"uh- yeah, yeah I- are you ok?" it was like his brain was stuttering with his words. His blood pumping to all the wrong places.
"im fine" you huff.
"I could have helped" his voice was slightly raised but you didn't react.
"I had it handled, there was only two" you shrug, shaking the bat a little to try to get the blood and ripped up skin off the nails. "you get the gun and I'll search the house" He felt himself nod even though he heard nothing you said.
Only when you walk away does he snap out of his weirdly horny haze. Climbing up the tree gave him time to think, about you of course. You didn't even seem scared, like you've done this a million times. It seemed like you had with the way you took them down. Not bothered by the blood and gore of it all. He's spent the last two weeks running while you actually fought these things. Maybe the end of the world fucked up his brain more than he thought because all he could think about was how sexy you look.
JJ climbs until he sees the black handle of Ray's gun peaking out a bundle of leaves, the branch right above him. Reaching for it with shaking hands. Only to stop short at the sound of your high pitched scream. JJ yelled your name but heard nothing back, snatching up the gun he practically fell out the tree to get to you. Legs working as fast as they can to reach you.
When he does his heart drops to his stomach. You're on the ground, arms and legs working to try and push off the thing who's mouth is getting closer and closer to your skin. For some reason, maybe it's the fear he'll miss, JJ grabs the bat full of nails you must have dropped. Swings it down hard. Again and again, until his arms hurt and his lungs feel like they're on fire.
"JJ!" his eyes jerk to yours. Letting the bat fall to the ground in favor of helping you out from under the remains of what must be Ray's father.
"are you ok? Did he get you?" shaking hands hook under your arms to lift you off the ground.
"yeah, in fine" you don't sound fine. He can hear the fear in your voice and he can see it in the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The way your eyes don't stop moving from one place to the other.
"hey, hey look at me," he cups your face in his hands, "he's dead ok? You're safe." JJ watches as your eyes finally settle on his.
Your mouth parts and he almost thinks you'll just shove him away, tell him you're fine again. But you don't. You rush forward, almost knocking him over while your arms wrap around his torso. Burying your face in his neck while you cry out all your fear. JJ felt his body relax against his will, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other pressing you further into him.
That night he stays awake, watching you sleep. He's gonna get you out of the cut. Get you somewhere safe. Even if it kills him.
warnings: 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, cursing, yap jj, little bit mean!reader but you can't blame her, nothing else I can think of but if I missed anything let me know!
It's been three weeks since dead people started walking. The house was too exposed for you to stay so you packed what little you had and shoved it into your backpack. The only weapon you had was your dad's baseball bat you stuck a bunch of nails in, they came out wonky and some bent but its got the job done so far. Your dad's gun was missing so you hope wherever your family went they used it to survive. Being on your own with only a bat left you with little to know choices, you had to have rules and stay as far out of sight as possible.
You try to stay out of the main roads. That's where most of them are, out in the open where people used to be. Thankfully you haven't run into many of them but the ones you have almost made you piss your pants. The brain's the only place that will stop them. Learning that by beating the shit out of some poor dead girl was heartbreaking, but she wouldn't stop until you bashed her brains in.
After the third you've learned the best way to get it over with so you don't have to think about the blood so much. or the killing. First you wind up as much strength as you have before you bring that first big swing that knocks them back, hopefully on the ground. Then you just slam it back down and try to fuck up their face as much as you can. Unusually they stop after the second swing but some skulls are thicker than others.
Honestly you dont know where you're going but you know it's out of the cut. Maybe it's the uneven poor to kook ratio but the cut was flooded with them. So if their in the cut your getting the fuck out, finally. Hopefully some of the houses are empty or maybe the kooks that live there have a heart. You didn't have any friends or really even know anyone from that side of the island. But it was the only place you could think of going.
Walking past a house near the marsh you stop, it was John b's house. You didn't have know the Pogues to know who they are, everyone on this side of the island knew them in some way. Sweeping your eyes from one side to the other you start walking toward the house. Maybe it was a bad idea to search a house that was known to be the spot but if someone was there wouldn't it be worth it? Someone who can help you?
If not then at the very least you can find something you can use. So you keep going, avoiding any sticks to stay as quiet as you can. It seemed empty as far as you could tell. As you got closer you confirmed those thoughts, the door was wide open and you couldn't smell anything dead or living. You hit the door frame with your bat trying to see if anything pops out at the noise.
"hello?" your voice was raised but not a yell, god forbid you attract them from around the house.
When the silence continues you step forward with your bat still clutched tightly in your hands. Just because they don't answer doesn't mean they're not there. As you check each room you raise your bat up holding your breath, but its empty. Every room was clear and had nothing but old beer cans and trash. Searching the kitchen wasn't so disappointing, you found some chips and two unopened beers. A sore in your book. You let out a huff of air before head for the door.
"empty huh?"
Raising your bat you swing it at the weirdly amused voice. He ducked it thankfully so your bat just hit the wall, the nails getting stuck in the wood.
"Jesus! what is your problem?" your voice was practically a shrill, eyes wide and breathing heavy.
"my problem? You just tried to kill me!" he gestures to the bat now stuck on John b's front porch.
"you came out of nowhere and scared the shit of me!" wrapping your hands around the bat you pull with one harsh tug, pulling the bat with you. "what are you even doing here?"
"this is my friends house, what are you doing here?" he watches you yank the bat out before raising it again. You lift it to his chest, pointing at him with a bat full of nails.
"who are you?" you didn't know the Pogues well but you knew most of their names. And if he wasn't lying then you would know his name.
"JJ" he keeps his eyes on the bat but glances at you when he answers.
"well word of advice JJ, don't scare people when the dead are coming back to life." you huff, dropping the back down to your side.
"noted" he nods, somehow grinning.
You looked him over before stomping down the steps. While you were hoping to find someone to help JJ did not seem like the type. He was smiling after you almost killed him with a bat. Like it was a joke. You kept your head forward as you left behind a man who didn't even seem to have any weapons on him. That stopped you.
looking over you shoulder you jump a little when you find him a lot closer than you expected. He was no longer on the porch you almost killed him on but he was no more than two steps behind you.
"are you gonna try to hit me again?" he raised his brow in question.
"what're you doing?" you look him over again but this time to see if he really had nothing on him.
"nothin' " he shrugged. Blue eyes staring down into yours, like he was amused.
"why don't you have anything? How are you not dead?" your brows furrow together as you start circling around him.
"im a fast runner" he stayed in place while you finished circling him. He did in fact have nothing, just a backpack that looked and definitely was empty.
"ok look, i'll let you come with me but we have to be careful ok? especially since I'm the only one with a weapon" you watch him nod before turning to walk back on the path you set for yourself.
"don't worry about me sweetheart, i'll be just fine" he steps in front of you but you quickly step out of the way.
"whatever" you mumble.
JJ to no surprise is not a good listener. You honest to god don't know how he's survived this long. He kept insisting that you take a detour to his "buddy ray's place" because he swears he saw ray shooting beer bottles a month ago.
"and you don't think he would keep that with him?"
"he would, except I stole it and threw it up his tree" he chuckled, his fingers running through his wispy blonde hair. "I would have gotten it before but..."
"but all you have are those fast legs of yours" you finish for him. You narrow your eyes at him for a moment, weighting its worth.
A gun would help a lot, really anything would at this point. Two people wandering around with only a nail filled bat is easy Pickens'. But at the same time you don't know his buddy ray or his house. If there's more than two of those things you're screwed.
"fine-" you grit out "but we need to find you a knife or something too, I don't need you shooting everything and drawing more of them to us"
"yes ma'm" he grins, eyes locked onto yours. Looking away from his gaze you watch the sun start to drop, not good.
"we need to find some place to sleep first" you nod at the setting sun before starting to move again.
Right now you're along the forest around the marsh without being completely in them. Even though you know the cut like the back of your hand, getting lost on the woods was a worry for you. Rose's dad has a cabin somewhere around here. Of curse that meant going in the woods and somehow that scared you more than being out in the open. When you told JJ about your next stop he just nodded, trusting your directional skills.
You've seen him around parties and once at the gas station you worked at. Being just a little older than him meant you never went to school together or hung out the Pogues all that much. Not that it matters now. For all you know the Pogues are gone too. For his sake you hope they had the same idea you did and found the first empty kook house they could hold up for a while.
"how come I've never seen you around before?" he asks, looking from you to the trees around you.
"uh- I graduated before you, most kept to my friends and myself." you shrug, you've never seen the appeal of being popular but you had a close group of friends and that was more than enough.
"so you're a cougar?" he smiles at the sharp glare you send him.
"I'm not that much older than you" you roll your eyes.
"its ok, I like an older woman" he purrs, leaning in close to your ear.
You ignore him in favor of looking for the cabin that should be just ahead. Eyes lighting up as you see It comes into view. Now all you needed to do was search it and secure it before finally getting some sleep. JJ steps in front of you before you can reach the door.
"are you insane? I have the bat" you grab his arm pulling him back before he got himself killed.
"just let me borrow it then" his fingers brushed yours as he tried to take it out of your hand.
"no way!" you move just out of his reach but he follows, finger tips barely reaching yours.
"please, just let me do it." he must have known that would make you falter because as soon as you did he snatched the bat from you.
"you are such a dick!"
He ignores you and continues to the door, yanking it open before harshly hitting the frame. You cringe at how loud he's being but make no effort to stop him. He was the one with the bat after all. Luckily nothing happened, the cabin was empty. Which JJ was not too happy about if the huff he let out was anything to go by.
Securing it didn't take long, locking the windows and pushing whatever heavy thing you can find in front of the doors. The cabin was small so there was only one bedroom and there is no way in hell you're sharing a bed with him. Sure he was pretty and charming but you just met him.
You both stood in the middle of the room for a moment, then as if he read your mind he said-
"i'll sleep on the floor"
"you can use the blanket so its softer" you offer, dropping your stuff next to the bed.
"are you sure?" he does the same but leans your bat on your backpack.
"yeah its still pretty warm at night" ripping the thick cover off the bed you try to quiet the nerves of sleeping in that same room.
He doesn't seem like he would do anything while you were sleeping but again you just met him. You watch him fold it up on the floor before plopping himself down with a dull thud. Doing the same you lay your head on the pillow with a soft sigh. Your eyes flutter shut as all the stress seems to fade a little.
jj maybank x plus-size fem reader (apocalyptic AU)
warnings : 18+, blood and gore, zombies, fem reader, reader is in her early 20s, will be adding more as the chapters go on and the chapters themselves will have their own warnings
