The party's Reaction to male reader being Eleven's older brother:
A/n: This was actually a request but I couldn't respond for whatever reason.
Info: Reader is 2 years older than El and the party and in genral is very quiet and hates talking as per the request, which I can't respond to.
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Dynamics with El:
. She looks up to you a lot. I mean you were pretty much the only person she was somewhat open with before you guys escaped and met the party.
. She gets kind of clingy to you sometimes, you were pretty much the only safe place she knew before she met the others.
. You were adopted by Hop as well as you are related to El.
. Being her older brother, you naturally are quite protective of her, especially after what you both have went through.
. Hop gets along with you great and you both threaten Mike together as both of you are protective and don't like him one bit El tries her best to stop you both and somewhat successeds.
Dynamics with the Others:
. Mike hates you (not actually). You threaten him constantly and the only time you speak is to do so. He is scared of you though since you have powers as well.
. You remind Hop of Sarah during her last few days and how quiet she got. He treats you like a son. He and El are the only people you are somewhat open with.
. You hate papa just like El does.
. Joyce treats you like a son just as Hop does. You eventually warm up to her.
. Will and Jonathan treat you like a sibling I mean their mom is treating you like a son so why not?
staying at joyce's house, you find her crying one night and comfort her as best as you can
part 1 part 2
18+ part 3 but can be read as a singular work, TW! mentions of past abuse, domestic violence (lonnie byers mentions) reader has mommy issues, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, shy reader, reader is 20
You are out of work, walking on the pavement. You are supposed to go home, but you can’t. The fight with your mother in the morning and over the phone in front of all the people you work with is obviously preventing you from finding your way home.
Your mother has kicked you out, like last time. Making up some lousy excuse of how you’re not bringing enough money home, not contributing to house work, or coming back late. It makes zero sense.
Because you did almost all of the chores, payed almost all of the bills and you were grown up enough to come home a little bit later than 10 fucking P.M.
You had enough, this time you are not gonna go up to the woman's door the day after, begging for her forgiveness when she was the one clearly in the wrong.
So your footsteps thump against the asphalt ground. You can go stay over at Nancy’s but her father was not exactly hospitable or welcoming towards you the last time you had to stay over for a single night. Mrs. Wheeler was concerned for you but there was nothing you could have done.
Which made you settle with the Byers house. Didn’t Joyce tell you you were always welcome in her home, with or without a reason?
You have a surge of confidence in your steps mixed with the hurtful words of your mother whispering in your ears as you walk over to Jonathan’s house. You really hope that at least Jonathan is over there so you don’t have to personally ask Joyce Byers to stay over at her house, for a few days.
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Joyce opens the door, in her usual pants, brown jacket with a fitting long sleeved shirt underneath. It’s late in November, Hawkins is getting cold and you can almost see her breath form in the air.
Joyce smiles immediately when she realizes it’s you. She’s about to say something when she gets a closer look at your face and her smile drops, leaving a look of worry there instead.
Your hand fly up to your face, fingers wiping the wetness. You hadn’t realized you were crying, getting self conscious in mere seconds at the way you probably look right now, staring at her. Eyes red and swollen, breath coming in gasps from the way you paced over here.
“What happened to you sweetie?” she asks, her hands finding your arms and guiding you inside without further question.
You don’t want to cry. Not this time. That was a one time thing, you tell yourself. Only once and you couldn’t do it again. Couldn’t bare her to see you like that even though it had felt so good. The way she held you and comforted you and hugged you and-
But you couldn’t. Not now. Not again. You didn’t want her to think of you that way.
She sits you down at the couch and sudden memories of the two of you flood your mind. Your hands on her skin, massaging her shoulders. Joyce in her bra, kissing your knuckles. Fuck.
You’re instantly brought back to this moment with Joyce’s hand waving in front of you.
“Y/n? Do you hear me sweetheart? Did something happen?” she calls out to you, her voice concerned, warm.
“Ms. Byers I- it’s silly really. I fought with my mom today again.” you start explaining to her. She always manages to make you feel like you can tell her literally every single thing you know about the world, about yourself.
Her cheeks glow under the light of the room. You keep going.
“And she kinda threw me out the house and I- I really have nowhere else to go.”
She looks at you, alarmed yet still managing to be calming.
“It's okay dear. You can stay here for as long as you like." her words encapsulate you like fresh air, letting you breathe properly in what seems like forever.
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Joyce gives you new clothes, let's you take a shower before the boys get home. It feels very domestic. Like you already belong there.
All through the evening Joyce talks to you the same way she talks to the kids. It makes you feel more than welcome, like you've never felt at home in your life before now.
Will is so happy you're staying over. So is Jonathan, but he's worried.
“I swear I’m okay Jonathan." you try to convince him.
“Okay but promise me you'll let me and Nance take you out for some ice cream tomorrow." you laugh at him.
“In the middle of November?"
“I know you love it so I guess yeah- in the middle of November." he replies.
“Okay everyone! Dinner time! It's nothing compared to what Karen has gotten you used to but I tried my best.” Joyce calls from the kitchen.
“We know you do mom." Will says, joining all of you.
Dinner passes by. You laugh at the jokes Will and Joyce makes, eat, drink, talk to Jonathan about his latest projects.
And throughout the dinner you can't help but notice Joyce lingering on certain places of your body, a little too long. Her hand staying on top of yours a little too long as she laughs at some stupid thing you tell her about one of your co-workers. The heat of her palm on your thigh as the two of you watch Will and Jonathan fuss around. Your fingers brushing as you help her tidy around in the kitchen. Her hip bumping yours in the small area by the sink.
It all builds up and you can feel it. Like some string pulling on itself, tensing with every move, daring to snap and lead to something you are not sure what.
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You're sitting on the couch between Jonathan and Will, watching TV when you remember to check something from your work bag. It's in Joyce's bedroom.
So you get up, leaving the two babbling about one of the characters in the show. You walk slowly, with measured steps towards her bedroom.
You're about to knock on the door when your steps come to a halt in front of the room-
The door is open wide enough for you to see Joyce changing after a shower. Her back is turned to you. There is a towel hanging around her lower body, tugged lightly that you worry it will drop any second.
You can see the water drops on her shoulders from where you're standing. Her hair is down and water droplets are gliding down her naked back and disappearing into the the towel.
Your mind goes blank, you have no idea why you came here in the first place. It's like she's the world and you're simply her orbit. Thankfully Joyce puts on a white fitting tank top before turning around.
Your eyes follow her hands, reaching down to the towel and she's about to drop it down when her eyes meet you, standing on the doorway. Eyes blown out, face flushed, not uttering a single word.
She's startled, muttering your name with a question in her voice.
“Ugh- I- Ms. Byers-” you try to form the words.
Joyce simply laughs, shrugging shoulders.
“It's okay. Just next time let me know when you're going to come into my room." she says with a smirk.
Your face heats up further. Joyce is standing by the edge of the bed, face pink from the shower and she's smirking at you.
You back away towards the living room.
“I’ll be in the…" you mutter as you quickly leave.
That was a close call. You think to yourself. And that night you barely get any sleep on the couch.
Joyce kisses you goodnight too, just like her boys. Jonathan complains but the feeling of her lips against your cheek seems to be the only thing you dream about that night. Awake or asleep.
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The next day goes in a hurry. Waking up, breakfast before heading out, tiring day at work, ice cream date with Nancy and Jonathan.
Jonathan insists that you come over to Steve's to stay with them too.
“I’m tired guys!" you say for the millionth time probably. Yes you are tired but that's not the only reason you keep pressing that you want to go to the Byers’ house. You know Will is staying over at Mike's tonight. Which could mean nothing.
“I swear I would any other day. But please- let me go rest tonight. I’m staying with Jonathan anyway, we can do something tomorrow too." you say.
“Okay…” Nance says, smiling at you. "But know that we will hold you to your promise." she sings.
“See you tomorrow!" Jonathan shouts as they leave together.
You wave behind them and start walking to the house, with a huge smile on your face. You're going to have dinner with Joyce, alone.
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The door swings open to a Joyce calling out your name.
“I thought you were staying over at Steve's too." she says. " Don't get me wrong it's nice that you're here.”
There is a slurring to her voice, like she had been drinking. It's dark out already. You step inside, shredding your coat by the hall.
Joyce steps into the kitchen, there is an open wine bottle and a single pizza, three slices eaten, on the table.
You sit down in front of her. There is an unusual silence to her attire. You can't quite place it.
You take a slice from the pizza. You're not very much in the mood to eat anyway. Joyce's eyes are fixed on her glass, her fingers drawing patterns on the rim.
You can't look away. The bottle is almost empty. You want to have some too. You want to ask what's wrong, what's bothering her. She looks so troubled, so broken somehow. You want to hold her.
But you don't. You wait for her to say something instead. And she doesn't either. She doesn't look like she has cried.
“Ms. Byers…” you begin. " Is something wrong?”
She comes back from a trance, just now in the present moment.
“Oh- honey. I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you."
“No no- it's okay." your hand instinctively finds hers on top of the table. Her face lights up, looking over to you.
“Please talk- it's- it's okay." you keep going, the words sticking up in your throat. You just want her to talk to you.
She huffs out a long breath, dropping your hand, her fingers gliding through her hair, head in hands.
“It's Lonnie's birthday.” she whispers without lifting her head, her voice is so low, so hesitant.
Oh.
That Lonnie.
You heard a lot about the man, about the things he did to them, to Will, to Jonathan. But you've never seen him before and nobody mentioned his name in the household.
“It just brings back everything. I try to forget about the date, about him but-” she speaks, a sob like sound coming from her mouth.
You hold her arm this time. She looks at you again.
“I’m- I’m sorry- it’s just I’m not used to talking about him. I must be making you very troubled.” she mumbles. Your heart aches for her, how she must be feeling.
“No Ms. Byers please- I complain to you about my life every time I’m here. I think it’s a little more than fair that I return the favor.” you reply.
Her eyes light up. She opens her mouth to say something but the words don’t quite form.
“Please tell me anything, I’m here.” you press further, trying to make her comfortable about opening up because God knows you are certain of how hard it can be. To just talk.
“Okay.” she mouths. Huffs out a longer breath and begins to tell you about some of the times Lonnie fucking Byers made the their lives hell on earth. Her eyes rarely leave her glass. Not a single tear evident. It’s like she’s zoning out, unreal.
“Yeah- and then there was this time where I had to get between him and Will or else he was gonna kill my poor boy. And later that night I begged him not to leave because I was afraid of what he would have done when he came back. Or worse left. God. It’s just- I hate myself for not leaving him ages ago.” her words have long pauses between each other.
You get up now, crouching in front of her with shaky knees to hold her hands. Eyes trying to find hers but she doesn’t look at you.
“It’s not your fault you know that right? Everything he’s done to you- or your kids- He’s a monster. From what you’re telling and not telling me, that’s the only way to describe him.” you try to soothe her a little.
Joyce is still not looking at you as she keeps going.
“I’m just so fucking dumb and selfish for not taking my boys and leaving. I could have prevented it- I could’ve-” she’s throwing the words out so quickly and you just have to stop her.
One of your hands cup her cheek and turn her face to yours. She looks at you this time, really.
“Listen to me Joyce-” her name slips from your lips before you realize it. She doesn’t seem bothered, you keep going. “Listen to me. It’s not. your. fault. Your conscious is clean. You are clean. He is just a man who didn’t deserve you or your family and it’s all in the past now.”
She doesn’t seem to believe any word you’re saying.
“It still doesn’t make me a good mom.” she shrugs.
“You are the best mom both Jonathan and Will could ever wish for.” you tell her.
Her eyes glint at those last words. Like something within her shifts.
“And I bet they’re very grateful for you and the things you’ve done for them.” you add finally.
Joyce suddenly realizes your hand in her lap, she gives it a gentle squeeze and looks back at you.
“Thank you honey. Really, that felt a little more- settling.” giving you a sad smile.
Seeing her hurt like this makes you want to cry, really truly bawl.
Before you realize it your hands are making their way up her head, you raise on your tiptoes and kiss her forehead, holding her close. Her hair smells like a mixture of cigarettes and flowers. It’s a starking contrast. The floral tones clashing with the bitter taste.
Your lips part from her skin and you let her feel your breathing against her navel for a while. You can sense her face heating up just a tiny bit. Not from agony but from pure fatigue and confusion.
You keep holding onto her face as you take a step back to look into her eyes. She’s gazing up at you now. Something you can mistake for lust faintly gleaming in her dark brown eyes and you want to drown in the sensation. Want to pull her in and kiss her till she can’t breathe or think or remember, till she forgets herself, Lonnie and the kids, till only the two of you exist.
There is something so deep, so confusing in her gaze that makes you believe there is hope, hope that she will give in too, let you kiss her and love her and take her to bed till there isn’t a single thought left in her crowded mind.
One of her hands lift up to take your jaw between her fingers, she scrapes your skin gently and you’re out of breath, lips are parted.
You can just lean down and claim her lips. But you wait for her to give you something, anything. A nod, a sigh, a word, a signal of approval.
Her mouth opens. Your heart is drumming in your chest.
“I think it’s time you go to bed baby.” is all that escapes her pretty lips that you would give anything to get lost in, this very second.
But she gets up and walks over to her bedroom, leaving you standing in the middle of the kitchen. Wondering what you will do with this feeling that is killing you.
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You’re lying on the couch. Trying to get some sleep. But sleep will simply not come to you.
Suddenly not going over at Steve’s is pointless because you’re not getting any sleep here either. You’re lost in further thought, about everything Joyce told you when you startle to a sound coming from inside of the house.
It’s like a silent scream. A scream for help. Then a glass shattering, falling to the ground, turning to sand. You are on your feet that same second, rushing to Joyce’s room.
Your footsteps echo in the dark hall. When you finally reach the room you notice the ajar door, soft light flowing out.
You spot Joyce laying on her side with her head between her hands. She’s mumbling constantly to herself, things that you can’t really make out. You walk over to the bed, broken glass is at the other side of the bed, allowing you to sit on the mattress with ease.
Joyce doesn’t feel your presence yet, her words coming in short gasps, low, she’s crying. Your breathing skips a beat, putting a hand on Joyce’s back.
She jumps at your touch, finally noticing you. Her eyes are blank, you shush her softly, other hand stroking her hair.
“Everything is okay.” you whisper. “It’s okay… You’re safe. It was just a dream.”
She doesn’t look over to you, holding onto your loose shirt, pulling herself closer without a word. And you give it to her, her hands find each other behind your back, holding onto the cotton material with a dead grip. Her face is burried in your stomach, you rake your fingers through her soft brown hair.
None of it feels real. Her smell on you, her tears soaking your shirt, soft whimpers. Like some kind of bad dream.
After a while of your hands caressing various parts of her body her shivering stops, her tears subdue. And you hear her say something, not catching on the words.
“What?” you ask gently.
“I wish- maybe if he had just loved me-” she huffs out, a little louder this time. Your heart breaks into pieces and before you know it the words are leaving your mouth.
“I can love you.”
She stills. So do you. Shit.
You don’t say anything. Nothing to take it back or say that it was a mistake. You wait.
Joyce lifts her head, looking up at you. Her hands grab your waist now. There is a question in her face. Did you really mean it?
“I can- I really-” you try to say the words. Her eyes are glinting up at you, a silent plea. Her hair is a mess and she looks more beautiful than ever.
You want to say more, open your mouth when Joyce-
“Kiss me.”
Two words that leave her mouth. Everything you need to hear.
Your head lowers and your lips find hers. All of your nerve endings are electric in that moment, butterflies daring to spill out of your mouth. You kiss her and it’s everything. And she kisses you back. Like it’s everything she has ever wanted and in that moment you can’t find a single good reason why this might be wrong.
Her hands are still on your sides, yours tangling between her curls. You keep kissing, soft at first, gentle. Then it shifts, she parts her lips with demand, your tongue finds hers inside her mouth. She bites down on your lower lip and you moan into her. Her skin is soft under your fingertips and your bodies shift, you guide her so that her back is flush against the mattress with you on top of her.
You part from her momentarily, staring into her eyes.
“Please-” she whispers, so tender. And she doesn’t need to beg. Not to you.
So your hands find the hem of her top, slowly lifting it up. Her arms raise up and you throw the shirt away. You back away a little to look at her. Joyce is laying on the bed with only her white boxers, looking up at you with confidence.
You can’t wait any longer, leaning down you start kissing her neck, her jaw, moving down on her body. Her nipples are hard, you suck one into your mouth, pinching the other. Her hands find your head, nails scraping your scalp, keeping you against her breasts.
You travel down her body, leaving small kisses all through the way. Joyce is a whimpering mess by the time you hook your fingers in her boxers and slide them down.
The material glides down her legs and you put it away next to the shirt. Joyce spreads her legs and you see her heat glistening with wetness. You crawl up, your face level with her pussy as you lock eyes with her while diving in. Your tongue flattens against her clit, lapping up the wetness, spitting a little.
Joyce buckles against your tongue, you lick down her slit, parting her folds with two fingers and plunge your tongue into her. Joyce moans under you, head thrown back. You would do anything to hear the sound once more.
Your mouth keeps working on her as you push two fingers inside. She squirms, you keep her legs spread with one hand as you suck on her clit. Joyce’s moans raise in the small space, her face red.
With each moment your desire to make her feel good, come undone rises. You keep working your fingers with desperate intent, her walls flutter against your fingertips. She’s getting closer, you can feel it.
“Mhhm, yes angel- uh- just like that.” she pants. Just her voice is enough to soak your panties.
You add another finger in, sucking on her clit harder, circling the bud with your tongue. Joyce moans out your name, over and over.
It takes three more strokes to her g-spot and then she is coming. Hot and flushed.
You slow your actions, kiss her sensitive clit one last time and carefully pull out your fingers.
Joyce is quick to pull you up for a kiss. Her taste on your lips and she moans, so do you. The two of you part and you suck on your wet fingers, staring deep into her eyes all the while. You hollow out your cheeks and moan on purpose. She gasps in shock.
“This isn’t the time to be naughty now baby.” she chuckles.
“I think this is exactly the time to be.” you reply with a smirk. Joyce is literally naked and you’re in your sleep clothes, panties damp.
“Don’t you want me to give you what you want sweetheart? Or maybe… I should just go to sleep-” Joyce teases.
“No-” you gasp out, more desperate than you intended it to sound.
Joyce keeps smiling at you, pulling your top off and kissing at your neck. She doesn’t change the position. You settle on your side and she faces you. Joyce keeps kissing you as you help her take off your sleep shorts, sliding down your panties at the same time.
Joyce’s fingers find your wetness and she groans into your lips.
“So wet baby. That all for me?” she asks, spreading your folds and you spread your legs as best as you can, planting your foot on the sheets.
“Yes- all for you.” you utter, eyes closed.
She works on you, pushing in two fingers at once and circling your clit with her thumb. The pressure, the pace she’s setting is mind-numbing and you already feel your climax building.
Joyce nibbles at your collarbone, your chest, rolling a nipple into her mouth. You groan at the sensation.
“Joyce-” you breathe out, your orgasm threatening to release.
“Look at me while I make you cum.” she demands.
Your eyes fly open, gazing into her dark brown ones and your climax takes over. The nerves in your belly snapping and breaking in white heat.
Your vision blurs, eyes daring to close. Joyce’s hand slows down and she pulls you in tighter.
Your breathing comes back to normal as she pulls her fingers out and you hold onto her.
“Thank you.” you mumble against her skin. She pulls the duvet covers over the two of you.
“Thank you dear.” her voice soft, tender, soothing. You feel sleep tethering on the edge.
“Go to sleep angel.” Joyce affirms, turning off the night lamp.
And just like that, breathing into the crook of Joyce’s neck, in Joyce’s embrace you let sleep take over you. You really hope Joyce is able to get some sleep too.
Summary: You are Robin's older sister and friends with Steve, Jonathan and Nancy. You always hang out at Jonathans and often help Joyce cook dinner for all of you. You developed a massive crush on her and one day you ask her out on a date. Joyce knows that your gay because you helped Will with coming out to her.
A/n: So I haven't posted anything in a while and I had this fanfic in my drafts for quite a while but never got myself to finishing it. But I have a few new ideas and wanted to finish it before I start something new. So here it is. Hope you like it!♡
"My god, just ask her out already. The worst that can happen is that she says no."
"It's not that easy Robin! What are Jonathan and Will gonna think?"
"They both love you endlessly, they won't care. They just want their mom to be happy. Asking her out won't kill you." Claire turned around and raised an eyebrow at that statement.
"Then why don't you tell Nancy how you feel about her?"
"That's totally different, she's in a relationship. You know that. Joyce is single and I don't want to listen to your sad, self pitying anymore. So. Ask. Her. Out. End of discussion." Robin grabbed her bag and left the shop.
Claire Buckley worked in a little flowershop a few houses next to the shop Joyce Byers worked in. Her shift usually ended an hour before Joyces, so she always waited for her after closing the shop and then drove her home. They knew each other through Jonathan. Claire was friends with him, Steve and Nancy. They often hung out at the Byers house and when Will also had his friends over, there were a lot of mouths to feed. So Claire often helped Joyce with cooking and making dinner ready. She loved it, just the two of them talking and laughing. Joyce knew that Claire was gay, Will accidentally told her, when he was talking about the way that Claire helped him with coming out.
Today wasn't a busy day so she closed the shop early. Before leaving she made a little bouquet out of beautiful pink-yellowish roses for Joyce.
Claire knew Robin was right, asking her out wasn't such a big deal and normally she was pretty confident in everything she did but Joyce made her legs wobbly and her heart beat so fast it felt like having a heartattack.
After closing the shop Claire walked up and down the sidewalk like an idiot in front of the shop and thought about what to say. She really didn't want to fuck this up, besides the whole crushing situation Claire really liked Joyce. She had been so accepting, when Claire came out and had always been there for her. Robin was a fabulous sister but she had her own baggage to cary with struggling and coming out. It was nice to have someone just listen to you and tell you it would all be alright. And cooking with Joyce always made her day and she enjoyed the calming effect that she had on her. After about 5 minutes of walking a hole into the sidewalk Claire entered the shop.
"Hey Joyce, it's me. I closed the shop a little earlier." Claire walked over to a free counter and sat down.
"Ah, there you are. Not much business today here either." Joyce sat down next to her and smiled at her. That bright, loving smile gave Claire some confidence.
"I brought you some flowers."
"Thank you Claire, they're beautiful. They'll get a special place at home." She smiled at the flowers and seemed to be caught up in her thoughts. It was so easy to fall in love with her, Claire thought. Or maybe that was just her opinion.
"I... I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure, what is it?" Joyce looked up to her and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Would you go on a date with me? We could go to a restaurant, or I'd cook for you." Her smile faded a bit and Claire directly hated herself for ever having asked. She stood up and walked away from the counter, the flowers still in her hand.
"Aren't I a bit too old for you?" She chuckled sarcastically. Joyce felt a wave of insecurity rush over her, she didn't think that Claire would make such a cruel joke but she doubted that she really wanted something from her. Why would she? Claires smile dropped immediately.
"I..." she had never thought about the age difference before, her concernes always lied somewhere else. The kids, her maybe not liking woman, the town gossip...
"I never thought about our age difference to be honest. It never mattered to me." Claire stood up and walked towards her, she still had her back to her but the flowers weren't in her hands anymore.
Claire slowly put a hand on Joyce's shoulder and another one on her waist. She closed her eyes and she could feel her sink into the touch and visibly relax. Joyce felt safe when Claire touched her, it wasn't something she understood but it was something she always denied herself because she never thought the feeling could be reciprocated.
Moving close to her ear with her mouth Claire whispered: "It doesn't matter, you hear me. It doesn’t change the way I feel about you and I wouldn't ask you out on a date if I didn't mean it. Believe me. So, what's your answer?" Joyce really wanted to believe her, she wanted to so bad. So she did. She risked being hurt. She was tired of denying herself basic needs.
She opened her eyes again and moved her head slightly into Claires direction. Their faces were inches away from each other.
"Okay, cook for me." Claire started smiling without even trying to and turned Joyce around. She moved her head up to look into Claire's eyes and shyly smiled at her.
"Close the shop, noone will come. And if they do, they can wait until tomorrow. I'll drive you home." She nodded and started closing.
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Claire stopped the car infront of the house and as Joyce wanted to leave the car, Claire grabbed her arm. The older woman turned to look at her.
"Tomorrow, 7 o'clock?" Joyce nodded and with a smile she left the car. Claire waited until she was in the house and the door was closed. With a bright smile on her face she left, excited to tell Robin about the latest events.
"You'll never believe what just happened. I need you out of the house tomorrow." Robin hadn't even closed the door yet but Claire already threw the words at her.
"Ok, chill. I really have to pee. After that you can tell me." Claire rolled her eyes but accepted and walked back to sit down on the sofa.
Her thoughts directly wandered to Joyce, just thinking about her made her feel like a teenager again. It felt like there were thousands of butterflys in her stomach. She had never felt like this before.
"Claire? Hello, earth to Claire?!" Robin was wildly waving her hands in front of Claires face to get her attention. "So what did you want to tell me, huh?" Claire immediately started to smile like an absolute idiot.
"I did it. I asked Joyce out. And...she said yes! Can you believe it. We have a date tomorrow at 7 o'clock. I'll cook for her. That why I'll need you out of here at least until the next morning. You never now what will happen." Claire winked at her sister and smiled sheepishly.
"Well thas amazing Claire. I told you it won't be bad to ask her. Honestly if I wouldn't have forced you, you would still cry about her. So you can basically thank me."
"Oh, shut up. I would have done it sooner or later."
They both laughed. Happy to have each other and to have someone who understands them.
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"Oh. Hi, Joyce. Please come in, Claire is in the kitchen. Claire! Joyce is here. I'll leave now. Bye" with that Robin closed the door behind her and Joyce was left alone in the hallway. She didn't really know what to do so she took her jacket of and went to look for Claire. Right in that moment Claire opened a door at the other end of the hallway.
"Hello Joyce. I thought my sister would have enough manners to actually show you where the kitchen is and not just leave. Come in." Joyce stepped forward unsure how to greet Claire she just looked up at her and laughed nervously.
"Do I hug you now?" Claire let out a laugh at that.
"If you want to, then yes." So Joyce stood up on her tiptoes and hugged Claire. At that Claire felt a shiver go through her whole body. She buried her head deep in Joyce's hair and felt completely at ease for the first time in a long time.
Claire let go before it got awkward and showed Joyce the living room.
"You can sit down. I'll just grab the food real quick."
"I could help."
"No." Claire protested, "You're my guest and I'll treat you as such." With that she left the room just to come back with two bowls of food a second later.
"Mhh, that smells amazing Claire." She smiled at Joyce and they started to eat.
They talked about everything that came to mind. It felt absolutely natural and they both felt comfortable around each other. This date wasn't their last one. They met multiple times after that. Never doing much more than having dinner, talking or going to the movies. But that was fine with them. They wanted to take it slow.
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It was a cold Friday evening, Claire had cooked for Joyce again and they both sat on the couch together laughing about a story Claire had just told about her sister. Joyce laughed so sincerely that Claire just stopped and looked at her in awe. She was so damn beautiful. Without really noticing Claire got closer to Joyce. When she opened her eyes again, Claire was so close to her that she stopped laughing abruptly out of shock.
"I..., Claire what are you doing?"
"If you won't protest I would like to kiss you." Joyce eyes grew wide in shock. She guessed it was logical that all the dates would lead to this but still she wasn't sure how to feel about this. She knew that she wanted it but still she still couldn't believe that Claire was sincere in her intention.
Joyce backed away a little.
"I.., Claire if all of this. All the dates, the cooking was just to get into my pants, I can assure you there is nothing grande under those clothes. So you should search for someone your age for that." Claire felt a wave of sadness wash over her. Did Joyce actually believe that? Didn't she make clear that she liked her?
"Joyce, please listen to me." She took Joyce's hands in hers and looked at her with all the sincerity and love she had in her.
"All of the things that I did for you, all the dates we had, all the hours we sat here talking, laughing about stupid things. All of this, I did because I really like you. Because I enjoy your company. And if I wanted to kiss you or sleep with you, that's just because I think your stunning, I feel butterflys everytime I look at you and I want you. Not anyone else, just you. But if you don't want all of that. That's ok, we don't have to do this."
"But why me? I'm not special, neither me as a person nor the way I look. I'm just Joyce."
"And that's exactly what I want. You, Joyce. With all your flaws, all you fears, insecurities and problems. You are beautiful, please you have to belive me. I've had this crush on you since I've known you and it took all the courage in me to ask you out, because I thought you would never want to date me. So know that you allowed me to be such an intimate part of your life and let me get to know you even more, I want to protect you with all I have and make you understand how wonderful you are. I've realised that what I feel for you is so much more than a crush." Joyce let out a shy laugh at that and stroked a strand of hair out of Claires face.
"I don't think anyone has ever said something so beautiful to me." Claire grabbed Joyce's face and before she could overthink it, she kissed her.
It was by all means not a perfect kiss, but it was full if love and desire. It felt like all the butterflys in Claires stomach wanted to break out. And the feeling made it perfect, better than any other kiss could ever be.
Claire's hand slowly wandered down to start unbuttoning Joyce shirt. She stopped for a second to wait for consent. When Joyce slightly nodded, she took the shirt of and threw it to the floor. She pushed Joyce's hair aside and started to kiss her neck and then her shoulder. She slowly pushed Joyce down until she was laying in front of her and continued kissing her, while slowly wandering down to her breasts.
"Take it off, take your shirt of." Claire stopped to follow Joy's request. To Joyce surprise Claire wasn't wearing a bra, so she was practically naked in front of her.
"Claire, I think you should know, that I have never slept with a woman before." Joyce looked at Claire with an apologising smile. Claire moved up and kissed Joyce passionately.
"I don't care." She grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to her. She wanted to feel all of Joyce skin on hers. While kissing her, her hand slowly opened Joyce pants and started to move them down a bit. She could feel Joyce lift up her hips against her. It drove her crazy how much she wanted that woman. She never thought something like this would be possible.
As the pants landed on the floor, Claire started kissing her way down Joyce's body and grabbed behind her to open the bra that was still covering Joyce's breasts. When she moved up a little to look at Joyce, she covered her body. So Claire shoved her hands away. "Don't. You look amazing. I want to see you." She started slightly kissing her breasts and took one nipple in her mouth while pinching the other one. Joyce tried to suppress a moan but failed as Claire sucked harder. "Please, I want to hear you. Let it out." At that Joyce moaned again, this time not trying to suppress anything. At that sound Claire's vagina pulsated and her whole body got goosebumps. She started wandering further down and took of the panties, that were the only item of clothing Joyce was still wearing. Joyce clenched to the cushions closest to her while Claire started kissing and licking her already wet cunt. With one hand Joyce shoved Claire deeper into her and held onto her hair. "Oh god, Claire...please" Claire stopped much to Joyce disappointment and looked up. "Please what? Use your words.", "Please I need more, please fuck me", Claire chuckled, amused by Joyce's neediness. "Your wish is my command." With that she resumed her actions but also slowly put two fingers inside her. Joyce's was already throbbing from lust. The moaning got louder and fastly turned into a kind of lustful and erotic screaming. Something Claire had never heard before but it turned her on quite alot. "Claire, please. I'm gonna come.. I...Oh god, that feels amazing." With a last loud scream Joyce came with Claires name on her lips.
Claire slowly moved up to Joyce and kissed her.
"Thank you, I never knew sex could feel like this." Claire smiled at her and stood up she reached out for Joyce and took her to the bedroom, where they fell asleep curled up together.
You had left her. Joyce. You didn't want to of course but what other choice did you have? She was just too much for you to keep. All of her worrying and nagging made you feel like a child. It's funny but she reminded you of your mom. Caring and firm. Sweet yet controlling.
You still remembered how she looked though. Heartbroken, sad, damaged. Her sobbing echoing across the room continuously and never-ending as you told her it was over.
"It's over Joyce." You spoke clearly. You didn't want any misinterpretations again. You were done, for real this time.
"Y/n what did I do wrong..." She pleaded tearing your hands away from your sides as she pleaded desperately into them. "Please Y/n, I'll do better. I can do better." She muttered looking up, her eyes small and filled to the brim with tears.
And your face scrunched up with this uncomfortable feeling. You wanted to tell her it will be alright but it wasn't. You weren't going to come running back into her arms this time.
"I have to go..." You whispered but she only wept harder, her tears tainting your hands. You tried to pull your hands out of her grasp but it was half-hearted. A part of you didn't want to let go, but you had to. This was for the best.
So with a hard enough yank of your arm, her grip was torn off of you. Joyce tried to reach for you again but you backed away from her quickly taking your bags and leaving her to rot in her sorrows. Alone.
So here you are. Back in your parent's house contemplating everything. All your decisions leading up to this exact moment. Was it even the right choice?
And you tried to ignore and remove those thoughts. But those were a lot easier to get rid of than the image of her face. You could still feel her tears on your skin. You could still hear her painful wallows screaming in your ear.
"You did this for a reason Y/n." You whispered to yourself as you reached to turn off your lamp. And with that little reassurance and reasoning, you slept. You slept more than you've ever had.
This was a moment to remember forever. Your first night when her suffocating arms weren't entrapping you around her body. Your first night being independent and finally free.
The next day was a breath of fresh air. Your mom made you pancakes, still confused about why exactly you were here, and you felt... relieved. You could ultimately do what you wanted. You can go out anytime you wanted. You could do anything you want without asking for anyone's approval.
Everything felt great. That is until someone pounded on the door. Your face deadpanned and you slowly looked in its direction. Joyce. Your mind immediately went to the woman you had just broken up with the night before.
"Hey Y/n, can you get that? I'm still cleaning up the kitchen." Your mom shouted.
You nodded in a daze of some sorts as you absent-mindedly got up, walking slowly towards the door.
You shouldn't be doing this. Go back, sit down, and ignore it. Don't do it.
You grabbed the doorknob and turned it. It was Joyce. The woman that loved and cared for you. As soon as you saw her face you felt your mind go back to the fundamentals that she had ingrained in you.
"You are coming back home. I've had enough of your tantrum." Joyce said her voice stern and demanding. You cast your eyes downward, too scared to look her in the eyes.
"Y/n." She repeated. You looked up finally facing her. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"I'm not leaving, Joyce." You clenched your jaw as you stood up to her. "We broke up for a reason, and I'm not coming back. I'm staying with my family."
"Your family? I am your family!" Joyce practically screamed at you, gaining the attention of your mom.
"Is everything okay sweety?"
"Yes, mom! Just talking to a friend." You said confidently staring at Joyce. And she was beyond pissed at this point.
"Fine." She whispered. "But don't expect me to be so kind when you come running back into my arms." And with that she left, leaving you alone to digest your interaction.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 | Stranger Things Series x DemonQueen!Reader
A/N: Here I am with the third chapter of the series! Thanks for liking this one and also your patience! The translations might be wrong since I used Google and the ones with bold letters are from "Hymn to Satan", something I found on Google.
At the top of a hill that made it possible for Iharis to see the town he was close to conquer, he wiped the blood off of his blade and threw the cloth away. Stepping back inside the forest where he resided for now, he touched the gooey delicately with a sinister laugh.
"Ahh, stupid humans... They're so easy to control! And they're all gonna be mine so that maybe she will notice me..."
And with that, he sent what was under his control towards the opening of the forest to a house...
To control whoever was inside at that moment.
*****
"Look, Will, I don't know who this woman is but I'm not comfortable!"
"Mike, I swear she can help! She can even help El with her powers!"
"Do I look like a babysitter to you, darling?"
Screaming at the sudden breath over his shoulder, Will jumped back from the couch he was sitting and almost hit his head hard on the floor, if ut was not for your powers. Chuckling at the frightened look on the kids' faces you just slurped your drink loudly at their silence. Getting your rasp and shaping your long nails whilr your tounge was sticking out, you lifted your head with shock at the loud voice of the boy who has been questioning you.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? GUYS SHE JUST APPEARED OUT OF- WHAT- WHO-"
The rest was, Mike fainting, Lucas being frozen, Mike trying to calm everyone and explain the problem to you, El and Max admiring your form. All in the exact order. You couldn't lie, that Max girl really had a sharp tounge which annoyed you since it reminded you of your brothers, and El couldn't understand most of the puns you were saying but they were such sweethearts that you really didn't care much.
Sitting on the floor of the cramped hideout they made for themselves, you listened what Will told you. It wasn't something you didn't expect, after all the creatures of Hell, especially the Mind Flayer, wouldn't let go of their prey easily. Even though El closed the gate, it wasn't enough since there were 8 more to close. You were uncertain about this all though, thinking it was another play of those who wanted them suffer.
Something was off.
"And how did it feel like?"
Snapping your eyes at Max who asked Will what he meant after him telling them that he felt it near three times now, you cut Will's sentence, cringing at the way he described it while resembling it to a rollercoster, and all the kids' attention turned to you, making them look at you intently.
"It feels like every organ, every cell inside your body sinking, feeling like they turn into mush and your body would grow so cold that after a while you wouldn't even realize that you were cold at the beginning... The fear would consume your whole body like tentacles latching onto their prey and... your souls would eventually disappear..."
Letting out harsh breaths at the way you explained it, you took a hold of Will's hand. Don't worry, none of those monsters can get close to you or me, I'll protect-
"But... I closed the gate..."
Turning your look to the girl beside you, you were surprised at the amount of powers she was holding in her soul, not the one with supernatural.
"It's true but darling, there are 8 more gates to close to fully prevent any more of them to land on your planet... The ones before me hid them well but some way, humans were able to locate one..."
"The lab..."
Nodding sadly at her, you couldn't imagine what she had been through. Humans could be heartless, even though they had the power to find new things, explore and make the world a better place, they also had the power to destroy it all.
After the silence had fallen on every one of you, Will suddenly stood up and draw the Mind Flayer while explaining why he thought that a part of it was still on their world. After his explaining, he turned to you to confirm if that was possible and you stepped between them to look at the drawing. Wandering your fingers on the paper slightly, you answered them with a nod.
"But how? I don't understand, when El closed the gate, the demo-dogs died. If the brain dies, the body dies... Isn't that how it works?"
"You're right, Max but you're thinking as an alive human, an object... The demodogs, the Mind Flayer and all the other creatures down in Hell were created by my Father and brothers to torture the souls, they're at a supernatural level to torment the soul. Even if by some miracle they 'died', their existence wouldn't really be erased."
Extending your hand out to create an illusion of what you were telling to make them understand better, they all looked in amazement at what you had done but Lucas was the one to come to his senses. "Look, that's all coll and shit but how do we know you're not a threat? You're the princess of HELL for fuck's sake!"
Understanding where he was coming from, your lips formed a thight line while Will was groaning at them. "Guys, do you seriously think that she would hurt us? She saved me when none of you knew what was going on! She wouldn't be telling any of this if she wanted to hurt us!"
"Will, that's okay... I can't give you any guarantee since you wouldn't believe any ways but... What If I told you that there were other creatures coming after you right now? And that the only one stopping them is me?"
They widened their eyes at what you said and looked around with fear, yelling at you to not to lie but you shook your head. You didn't want to do this but with a flick of your hand, a demon hound appeared right before them which made them scream and take several steps back.
"Easy, boy. Amicae sunt. Tell me who sent you here."
" Dominus Lucifer..." ( Lord Lucifer...)
"DID THAT DOG JUST TALK- AND WHAT'S WITH LUCIFER!?"
It was hard work but after calming down your hound and letting them pet him, they finally trusted you. Enough for now. While they were making plans, Will suddenly remembered something you told him with panic and that made him go pale.
"Y/N... You said that you couldn't contain something with your spell and that whatever it was pulled a guy inside, right? Could it be the new host?"
Looking down worriedly while muttering things to yourself, you nodded your head, making some protection spells just in case.
"You saw someone getting pulled by one of those shit? Why didn't you do anything!"
"Just so you know kid, this body blocks most of my power! I can't reveal myself to anyone so I'm in need to posses a body and before you ask, this body was already dead when I took a hold of it! I waisted most of my energy already..."
You felt a pair of eyes on you before you could scold Mike more and turned to look who it was, only to see it was El. She looked at you with wonder in her eyes and grabbed your hand witg stubborn eyes.
"How do you know someone is a host?:
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You were distracted by... well almost all-the-way naked people around and when you heard a soft voice calling out your name, you actually sighed in relief. As soon as finding yourself outside of the town hall while a bunch of shouting was heard, nobody would blame you for taking your dagger out, right?
"Y/N, WHAT THE- PUT IT BACK DOWN!"
" WHAT? I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE IN DANGER! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, JOYCE!?"
Taking a hold of your arms and making you stand still, Joyce looked into your eyes strictly and you couldn't help but feel like your mother was scolding you." Y/N, calm down! Everything is fine, the lady tried to call the police but well, Jim is there so..."
When a loud bang was heard inside the room, you scrunched your nose in pain while looking with big, doe eyes at Joyce whose heart was... jumping all around the place at the cute look, like a kicked puppy. She coughed nervously to cover her face and turned sideways to watch the woman running at the door." Joyce... should we you know... should I kick the door open?"
" That's not necessary, I think he's fine."
"But I smell... blood. Don't worry it's not Jim's!" Correcting yourself after seeing her widened eyes, you stood close to the door when Joyce pulled the girl away. Mouthing to her to drag her out, you slipped inside the room where a bloody scene welcomed you.
"Jim? Are you okay? Is this fucker resisting to cooperate?"
"Ahaha, you got a second girlfriend now Jim? "
Looking at the man with disgusted eyes while he smirked with blood all over his face, Jim beat you into answering him. "That woman could end your whole fucking existence and I would sit back and watch! Give me the files, Larry..."
"I can enter his mind and control him you know?"
"W-what? I- who is she? What the hell is she talking-"
"Okay, enough talking!"
Throwing him out of his office and getting on the car, you looked at Joyce awkwardly from the back seat next to Larry while he was checking you out in a very perverted way. Seeing that you were struggling, Jim harshly stopped the car and turning bavk on his seat, he tugged on Larry's tie with a deadly look.
"Touch her or even make her uncomfortable, I will kill you before you even use those eyes. Understood?"
Nodding his head in fear and scooting away from you, Jim looked at you and you gave him a reassuring smile to show your gratitude. Thank you, Jim...
Flinching at your sweet voice inside his mind, Jim looked at you with shocked eyes yet smiled at you as well and went back to road while thinking deeply. He didn't know why he started to trust or even care about you in just three days. He was treating you like shit in the beginning but now?
He got just over protective over you because of some pervert.
His heart was at a war, between you and Joyce. He didn't know what he was feeling for you, it definetly wasn't a fatherly love, he knew how it felt like and it wasn't like a deep love either. He knew he liked Joyce but his heart speeding up, you talking about what you knew, sprouting random facts about history... All of them made him feel something inside but for now, he didn't have to think about them.
He just needed to look at the case in his hands.
Joyce was also deep inside her mind. You made her question a lot of things. Her beliefs, who she needed to trust, how powerful you are and... What were these things about you that made her soft in the middle of the chaos. She liked them though, after all of the stress of what happened to her son and whatever supernatural thing was going on in their town, it was nice to feel like a normal human even if it was thanks to someone supernatural. She would have never thought that a demon was nice, yet alone made her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time: love, safety and care.
Your innocent yet dominant looking eyes, the confidence you had and your ability to talk back snarkly and the sassiness were what amused her the most. In a way, you reminded Will. Maybe he had gotten them from you, after all you spent a long time with him while protecting him from whatever there was.
Looking behind herself to see if there was anything wrong with you, she saw you blushing madly which made her tilt her head."Are you okay?"
"YES! I mean, yeah... Nothing wrong, why would there be?
Turning back with a I-didn't-believe-you-and-you-better-tell-me-later look, she continued to talk with Jim.
They didn't have to know that you read their minds.
Finally coming to Larry's house and parking, you ran outside and sighed deeply. "I swear this fresh air is the best thing God created! There were so much blood and sweat, I was gonna cry!"
Giggling at your antics, Joyce and Jim walked in front of you while you stayed back in case someone or thing, would attack. Chuckling at the way you laughed when he commented on Larry's home, Jim tried not to think about your happy face and the little scrunch you usually do. They walked up to Larry's office and took the flies, while Joyce was staying away from you three, you leaned over Jim's shoulder to look at all the paper on his hands, feeling bad that he tensed up.
"So let me get this straight: You sold all of this land to some guys just because they wanted to and also for your protection? Bitch, protection is something you use on sex it's not like you sold your body though I'm quite certain you did it in your past when you were young but your town wouldn't be that... unvaluable..."
Trying to control the laugh that almost erupted inside of his chest, Jim looked ahead of him and stared at Larry with a strange face. Joyce came and took the files which Jim followed close by. Not breaking eye-contact, you followed them and listened.
"The power outage could be my fault, Joyce. When I use my powers, since they're on different frequencies, it might cause it... But it could be because of those guys too, of course. And you know what? You're one of the smartest human I've ever seen."
Feeling shy at the compliments you and Jim had given, she hit your arm playfully while looking at Jim with pure heart eyes which made you gag. "For the love of everything holy, stop giving each other bedroom looks!"
"We're not!"
"And I'm actually married to Putin! What the fuck dude!"
"Wait, who's Putin? Hey you red face, come here!"
*****
"Okay so... you're gonna danger a kid's life?"
"She's the only one who could do that!"
"Steve, I basically told you that I can shrink!"
Whisper yelling at each other at the idiocy the trio held, you didn't see Dustin and Erica sharing a look. "Are they together or something? If so, I seriously pity the woman. She totaly is a babe!"
"We're not together and Erica where did you-"
"Thank you darling! Here is more ice-cream for you!"
Grunting at the way you treated the girl, both Robin and Steve looked at you with pleading eyes. You smirked at their ways since you put the idea of what she wanted in Erica's mind by treating her with ice-cream. Sitting down next to her in a circle, you and Erica ate the sweets to your heart's content. If it were anyone else, you would eat everything and wouldn't even leave any crumbs but Robin and Steve was cute--and hot-- so you just pretended to eat while making new sweets for Erica so that they wouldn't be fired at this rate.
You giggled whenever Steve went to the counter and saw them, and let out a God, this woman is amazing, at you. And also whenever you heard Robin's thoughts of how hot you were, you held yourself from bursting out loud since Steve was crushing on her and she was crushing on you.
"Do you know how your plan sounds like to me?"
"Child endangerment."
"Y/N!"
"What? It's true!"
Dragging a hand over his face, Dustin got Erica's attention on himself while Robin was scolding you... Even if she was so close to see the white light because of the closeness you two had.
"We need her to do that for us, why are you doing it?"
"Well, I care about kids!"
"But what about the country?"
"The country will already be in shambles! In like 16 years with the Twin Towers!"
Looking at you with wide eyes, you slapped your mouth with your hands, muttered a curse and just got up to stand with Steve while not hearing Robin blurt out random words. But what Erica said made you burst out laughing. God, these creations of yours are so funny!
"Well, you can't spell 'America' without 'Erica'."
Walking towards Steve who was making more sweet for Erica, you stood on the door way and watched him amusedly.
"I swear, these kids are making me act up and I'm starting to have grey hairs!"
" No worries, Steve. Your gorgeous hair doesn't have any imperfections."
Flinching at your honeyed voice, he turned around quickly, he posed cooly while leaning on the shelf above his head. Laughing at his miserable flirting, you pushed him aside with your hip and prepared Erica's sweet while making sweet talk with him.
"I thought you liked having kids around?"
"I do, but Erica makes a nerve jump up." Giggling at him, he looked at your laughing side profile while falling in a daze. He had so many things to ask you. About the world and universe, the future, his future, maybe some interesting facts to have a bet on later... But he wondered about your past the most. You were thousands of years- Wait, how old were you?
"May I ask some quick questions?"
"Well, you have 3 chances until I make the sweets so... Go on."
"How old are you?"
Looking at him with an unimpressed look, you turned to the counter to scoop more vanilla ice-cream while giving a serene smile at the teenagers who were looking at you with heart eyes. "Well, I don't know? But if it's gonna answer your question, I was there when the universe was created."
"Holy shit! You're that old?"
"Ehem..."
Looking at you sheepishly, he squeezed his neck while you continued with your second sweet. Looking at your neck that was mostly covered with your hair, he couldn't help but admire you, almost forgetting the second question. "Okay, then... Why are you here? Helping us I mean."
Stopping in your tracks, you turned to him and put your hands on the table, leaning over him which made him nervous and his heart beat faster.
" You might think I'm the bad guy but trust me, for the longest time, I was the one to protect your world. I only want the creatures of Hell to return and close those gates... It's a win-win for everyone, no?"
"So you also think your own benefit?"
"Even though I'm the nicest demon down there, I'm still a demon. Of course I care about my benefits." you said with a are-you-series look. They didn't think of you as a human after all, right?
"Would you... leave us if situation called for it?"
At hearing Erica's yell to have her sweet soon, you ran past Steve, not answering his question. But you knew him since his baby years, he wouldn't stop asking you until he got his answers.
"Loyalty is the only thing that keeps us together. Even if we're gonna burn in Hell for eternity, at least we would die together...."
*****
Looking at the pool and the guy sitting over it, you squinted your eyes to decide whether the man you saw was him or not. "I dunno guys... I mean sure the hair looks similar but... something is different."
"What?"
"His soul... Normally, human souls are bright, even if they're sinners. Like a huge beam of sunlight but his is... glitchy...."
Looking at her brother, Max seemed worried and you didn't know what to do. You were never the one to comfort someone, yet alone a child so you pat her shoulder awkwardly while Will and Mike went away, telling only the guys could come. With a scowl, a copy of yours in the disguise of a handsome boy appeared next to them which made Mike yell at you while you three girls laughed hard.
"What the hell! I'm telling you Will, if she doesn't stop-"
"Do you think I have a say in this?? To... a demon?"
Grunting while walking with you, you stood there with Max while El went after them as well. You could feel the anxiety leaking out of her, silently praying the host to not to be him. " Are you sure that it was... him?"
You knew they had a complicated, very complicated relationship. You knew Billy was a douchebag but... deep down, somewhere in his heart, he loved Max. You knew the shit he went through too, feeling disgusted that something God created with utmost perfection could be that vile.
"I'm not sure... His soul isn't like any other humans and his hair kinda looks like the one I saw... I can only hope that it's not him because if it is, then even God can't help him."
"What's that supposed to mean? Isn't God like the creator of all?"
"Yes, he is. But the Mind Flayer is a creature of Hell. When one is in between its clutches... They belong to the Hell."
With fear inside her eyes, she grabbed your hand thightly. "You can't let that happen! I-I mean yeah, he is a jackass but... he's still my brother! You-You can't let it happen!"
Looking at her sadly, you pat her head softly. You didn't like this part of the job. Never. Just because someone was unfortunate enougg to be in the way of one of them, wouldn't justify the rule. But in the end, you weren't the one in charge therefore, there was nothing you could do.
In the end, the kids prepared the set-up and played well enough to make Billy believe them and go right into that room. Banging on the door and yelling at them to let go of him, you watched Max cry silently while you inspected him and his behaviour. He cried about some crimes he committed, said that it wasn't his choice and that something like a shadow was making him do it when he stepped back in fright when his eyes landed on you, muttering something like the Angel of Death coming for him. He seemed histerical, crying out and trashing inside the room. But...
"He sees my true form..."
Looking at you weirdly, they didn't understand what it was supposed to mean. But it all made sense when you talked again and Will sensed it coming. "It's here!
"Only the monsters of Hell can see my true form..."
"MAX, GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!"
You jumped back when Billy broke the window and attacked Max, immediately taking the kids behind you to protect them. Lashing out and breaking the tiles, Billy tried to get out only to be stopped by Lucas and his aiming skills. It was silent for a few second, like the silence before storm, when the lights started to flicker off.
Cursing under your breath, you kneeled to the ground and cut your wrist with your long nail to drag your blood. Taking some on your finger, tou drew a circle around the kids and some symbols while chanting in an unknown language.
" A te disfrenasi
Il verso ardito, Te invoco, o Satana, Re del convito... Tu spiri, O Satana,Nel verso mio,Se dal sen rompeni
Sfidando il dio... Protect them with your might."( To you my daring verses are unleashed, you I invoke, O Satan, monarch of the feast...You breathe, O Satan in my verses, when from my heart explodes a challenge to the God.)
"WHAF THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?? HE'S ABOUT TO COME OUT!"
"I KNOW! THAT'S WHY YOU HAVE TO STAY INSIDE THE CIRCLE!! IT WILL PROTECT YOU FROM ANY HARM WHILE I DEAL WITH HIM!"
"PLEASE DON'T KILL-"
Max was cut short when Billy threw the door open and saw you stand in front of him. Looking at him with sharp eyes, your human eyes snapped back to the real ones, flashing a bright red while flames shot out from your back. " Quis te imperat? Quis est dominus tuus? Qui servis?"( Who controls you? Who is your master? Who do you serve?)
" Someone you refused a long time ago..." said Billy with a sinister smile, and attacked you without a question but was met with your red powers meeting in halfway, pinning him to the wall harshly and trying to get whatever was inside of him out. Looking at him with eyes coated with death, you took a hold of his face and made him face you which he let out a slight whimper while Lucas whispered at others to remind him to not to anger you.
"Who are you to boss me around when you're scared at the mere sight of me? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!"
After punching and throwing each other out, you understood that no one would be able to save him anymore. His soul was already gone...
"With the power my Father gave, I, Y/N Morningstar command you to leave thy body!"
Laughing histerically at you with spit coating his mouth, he got close to you. " I don't care..."
And when he went to El who got out of the circle, you threw him away from her weak form since she tried to help you. Craddling her fragile body to yourself while others were huddled behind you with fear, you felt like something inside you tried to get out. Pushing them away from you, you screamed in pain...
Since you and every single one of your copies puked purple blood and fainted rght away... With the command of the Heaven and your enmy.
*****
"That woman and girl... it was them. They could've killed me..."
A click of heels cut their conversation when a tall and lanky figure appeared above them on the ladders. "Tsk, Tsk... I thought I tought you better, Billy. She's not strong yet... As long as she doesn't posses her perfect vessel, she is just slightly stronger than an average demon. Courtesy of the Heaven."
Looking at his perfect creation, Iharis laughed in ecstasy about what was coming...
