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Okay. So I just watched 911 Nashville and I’m already smitten with blue benning and Ryan hart!!!! They are both just…🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 so I need need need either Ryan hart x reader or blue benning x reader. Preferably both and with smut!!!!
Summary: Your car breaks down and the friendly sheriff comes to your rescue.
a/n: Guys please 🙏 send any twilight requests you have my way, I’m so desperate to write more
You were currently on a road trip, alone, going from Oregon to well, anywhere really. Your car begins to stutter as you drive through the night. You pull your car over on the side of the road, your heart rate slowly rising in frustration.
You take a deep breath, mentally counting to ten, you remind yourself that there's nothing you can do about it right now, you just have to accept that your car has broken down and that you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, you don't even recognize where you are.
You look around, taking in your surroundings, your gaze falling on a sign that reads "Forks, Washington," located a few kilometers down ahead.
As you dial the number for the sheriff of that area, your heart continues to race anxiously. With every additional ring, the worry inside you seems to intensify, it felt like an eternity before someone picked up on the other end of the line. The line clicks as the call connects. You hear a deep, gruff voice come through the phone, "Forks Sheriff's office."
“Hello… My name is Y/N, uh, I’m not sure where I am but my car just broke down. It’s really dark,” you quickly ramble into the phone, eyes wandering the surrounding area.
The voice on the other end of the phone responds calmly, "Hello Y/N, this is Charlie Swan, the Sheriff. Can you tell me where you're currently located?" The Sheriff, Charlie, seems to have a gentle and steady tone, attempting to help you as he inquires for more information about where you are stranded.
"Well, I'm next to the 'Welcome to Forks' sign.." you reply, the gentle tone from the sheriff helping to calm your nerves.
"Okay," the sheriff responds firmly, his tone conveying a sense of reassurance, "Just stay where you are, I'll be there soon." There's a sense of comfort in the assurance that the sheriff is on his way.
There's a brief moment of silence after the phone call ends, and you take a few calming breaths, trying to steady yourself amidst the darkness. Shortly afterward, you notice the headlights of a police cruiser approaching on the road in the distance, the patrol car getting closer until it pulls up behind your stranded vehicle.
Charlie, the sheriff, steps out of the vehicle, his presence is undeniably commanding yet somehow soothing, the stern expression on his face is replaced by a slight smile as he walks over to your car.
Unlocking the door you cautiously step out into the cool night air, gaze meeting the sheriffs. Charlie steps closer to you, the smile still on his face as he takes in your worried expression,
"Y/N?" he asks, his tone carrying a hint of recognition for the voice he spoke to on the phone.
He walks toward you, his steps measured and calculated, his tall stature towering over you as he steps closer. A small smile still on his face, he looks you over, inspecting your car, he asks inquisitively, "Car trouble?"
"Mhm, I'm not too sure what happened.." you sigh, watching as he comes to inspect the hood. You sneakily check him out, noticing how the night casts gentle shadows over his features.
Charlie leans down over the hood, his eyes studying the engine with focused attention. He gives a few knocks on the engine and tries to look around inside as much as he can, his face becoming slightly grim as he starts to examine the issue.
He straightens himself up, closing the hood gently, before turning to you. His voice is calm and steady, "Well, looks like we've got some real trouble here. Engine seems to be overheating."
"I don't know much about cars..." you murmur, stepping closer to him and holding your coat tight around you
Charlie notices your closeness, and he instinctively reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder to keep you warm. He looks at you, a hint of a smile on his face as he replies, "Well, that's alright, not everyone needs to be a mechanic."
He glances at your car once more and sighs, "Overheating is a pretty common issue, it happens when your engine gets too hot to function properly. Based on the look of things, you won't be going anywhere anytime soon."
Your cheeks flush with his gentle touch, immediately craving more of his warm body. "I see, is there a motel or someplace I can stay for the night? Until I get this checked out?"
Charlie's eyes fall on yours, observing your blush with a hint of curiosity. He notices your desire for warmth but doesn't say anything.
He nods as you mention finding a place for the night and replies, "Yes, there are a couple of motels nearby, but they're not the most...pleasant, to say the least."
He studies your face again and his expression softens a bit as he continues, "You can stay at my place for the night. I have a guest room you can use."
Your blush deepens, the strong musk of his cologne sending your mind to inappropriate places. "Your place? Are you sure?"
Charlie looks at you, noticing your blushing getting even more noticeable, making him raise his eyebrows a bit. He smiles gently and says in a reassuring voice, "Yeah, my place. It's a lot more comfortable than any motel around here anyway. And I don't mind, really."
There's a hint of something in his voice, a subtle intensity that can't quite be explained. He looks at you again, making sure you're up for the idea.
"Alright, that sounds amazing." you grin, flashing him your pearly whites as you take a half step closer to him. "A warm cozy house, a soft mattress.. sounds like heaven."
Charlie notices your movements, the way you step closer to him, and he can't help but chuckle softly. Seeing your toothy grin makes his heart skip a beat, the sound of your voice sending a shiver down his spine.
He responds with a smirk, "Oh, you flatter me. Now, let's get your things out of the car and head over there."
He motions for you to open the trunk, letting you help him carry your belongings to his patrol car. As you both move your belongings to his cruiser, Charlie can't help but sneak glances at you, noticing the way your skin glows in the pale moonlight.
He holds open the passenger door of his car for you, his hand lingering for an extra second as you get in. He then walks around to the driver's side and settles in, starting up the engine. The silence in the car feels heavier than usual, the air filled with a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation.
"Thank you, Charlie," The warmth of the car causes you to relax into the plush seats.
As you express your gratitude, a wave of genuine honesty comes over Charlie, his grip on the steering wheel loosening and his shoulders relaxing. He glances at you, noticing your relaxed state in the passenger seat.
His voice, low and sultry, responds, "No problem, Y/N. I'm glad to be able to help." He glances at you, his eyes lingering on your form, appreciating the sight of you in the warm glow of the car.
His voice is seductive, sending shivers down your spine and causing you to clench your legs together. You try to distract yourself, fumbling with the hem of your sweater as you stare out the window, heart pounding loudly in your ears.
Charlie can practically feel the tension growing in the air as he continues to drive, the sound of your heart beating faster does not escape his ear. He steals a glance at you, noting your restless fiddling with the hem of your sweater.
His mind begins to wander and he silently wonders about the effect he's having on you. He decides to test the waters a bit, clearing his throat and saying, "You look a little cold there."
"Oh, uhm, just a little." your voice cracks slightly as you turn to look at him once again.
Charlie smiles at the sound of your cracking voice, feeling almost amused at the way you respond. He keeps his gaze on the road ahead of him, but he notices the way your eyes meet his as you speak to him.
He decides to push further, reaching over to turn up the heat in the car. As he does so, his hand brushes lightly against your knee, a subtle but deliberate action designed to get a reaction from you.
You jump slightly, a soft surprised noise escaping your plush lips. Charlie grins at the sound of your startled gasp, his mind racing with intrigue and curiosity. He notices the way your body jerks at his touch, and he can't help but feel a rush of excitement go through him.
His hand continues to linger on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing small, almost soothing circles into your skin. "Sorry," he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of playful innocence, "Didn't mean to startle you."
"It's.. okay.." you murmur, eyes focused on the way his finger moves against your skin. The short drive comes to an end as he pulls into the driveway of his house, you bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation as you wait for his next move.
Charlie notices the way you bite down on your bottom lip, his vision fixated on the way your teeth indent your lip. He can't help but think about how badly he wants to pull that lip between his own teeth and taste it for himself.
He parks the cruiser in the driveway and clears his throat, his mind trying to push down the thoughts of your lips. He looks at you, his eyes full of desire, as he says in a slightly hoarse voice, "We're here."
"Okay, shall we go inside?" You click the seatbelt, letting it fall back, turning at the waist to face him.
Charlie quickly notices the movement of your waist, his eyes briefly falling on the way your body shifts to face him. He lets out a low breath, trying to calm himself down, before replying, "Yeah, let's get inside."
He gets out of the car and walks around to your side, holding open the door for you. As you step out, he can't help but let his hand graze over your waist, a brief but purposeful touch.
"You're very gentlemanly," you giggle as he leads you to the door, your bags in hand. "Thank you again, Charlie."
Charlie chuckles softly as you mention his gentlemanly demeanor, feeling amused at the way you respond to him. He unlocks the front door and holds it open for you, gesturing for you to go inside first.
As you step inside, he follows closely behind, placing a hand on the small of your back, and guiding you further into the house. He responds, his voice warm and genuine, "No problem, Y/N, I'm glad I could help."
Charlie notices you leaning into his touch, your body molding into his, and his mind is flooded with thoughts of how badly he wants to wrap his arms around you. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it's driving him crazy.
He stops for a moment, his hand still on your back, and looks down at you, his voice soft and husky as he says, "Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?"
"Could I please get a glass of water?" your tone is soft as he sets your bags next to the door, watching as his muscles flex from underneath his uniform.
Charlie nods at your request, his mind briefly distracted by the way you speak to him in that soft voice. He feels your gaze on his muscular arms and chest, and he can't deny that it makes him feel a little more self-conscious.
He walks over to the kitchen, retrieving a glass and filling it with cold water from the tap. He returns to where you stand and hands you the water, his fingers brushing against yours as he does so.
You slip out of your sweater, revealing your skin-tight undershirt as you take a cautious seat on the couch, not wanting to get *too* comfortable.
As you shed your sweater, revealing the thin undershirt beneath, Charlie can't help but notice the way the material clings to your body, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he observes your every move. His eyes roam over your form, taking in the sight of your curves in the tight fabric, and he feels a wave of desire wash over him.
He watches as you gingerly sit on the couch, trying to maintain a sense of composure, and he wonders how much self-control he has left. He steps into the room, sitting next to you, and giving you a glass of cool water.
"Thank you," you murmur, sweetly smiling at him before taking a long sip of the drink. Your cleavage becomes more exposed to the man in front of you as you set the glass down, you lean back and relax on the couch.
Charlie nearly chokes on his own saliva as he watches your cleavage become more exposed, his eyes fixed on the way the thin fabric clings to your skin, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself, but he can feel the tension in the air building between you both.
He shifts on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, as he replies, his voice huskier than before, "You're welcome."
"Are you married, sheriff?" You blurt out, heart racing as you contemplate trying to seduce the older man.
Charlie is a little caught off guard by the sudden question, but he composes himself quickly. He gives a soft chuckle, leaning back on the couch and shaking his head.
He responds, his voice low and steady, "No, I'm not married." He looks at you, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin, and he can feel the tension and desire growing between you both.
You move closer to him, your hand falling to his thigh as you press your breasts against his arm. "A girlfriend?" you look at him through your lashes, gaze seductive as you admire his features in the new lighting.
Charlie feels the weight of your hand on his thigh, sparks shooting through his body at your touch. He can't help but let out a low breath as he feels your body pressed against his arm, the sight of your eyes looking up at him through your lashes is almost too much.
He maintains his composure, answering your question with a slightly hoarse voice, "No... no girlfriend." His eyes roam over your face, taking in every feature as he replies.
You lean forward, face mere inches from his. "Then... would you mind if I kiss you?" you slide onto his lap, gently letting your weight rest on him as your hands move to cup his face.
Charlie is taken aback by your bold move, your body suddenly straddling his lap, the heat of your skin burning through the layers of his uniform. He can't help but let out a soft moan at the feeling of your weight on him, unable to control his own reaction to your touch.
He looks at you, his voice a low growl as he responds, "I don't mind at all." His hands come to grip your hips, steadying you on his lap as he awaits your next move.
Leaning forward you capture his lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss, hands moving to keep him close to you, hips rocking against his ever so slightly.
Charlie responds immediately to your kiss, his lips meeting yours in a fierce yet tender embrace. He lets out a low moan as your hips start to rock against him, his hands gripping your hips even tighter, his fingers indenting your skin.
He pulls you closer to him, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance to the heat of your mouth. His mind is clouded with desire, the taste and feel of you against him is driving him wild.
Your mouth opens for him, your body desperate for more of his touch, you moan at the feeling of his erection growing against your clothed cunt.
With a deep, needy groan, Charlie's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as your kiss deepens. His hands slip under your shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over the softness of your skin, making you quiver with anticipation. His mouth moves to your neck, kissing and sucking gently, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
You can feel his hardness pressing against you, and your own need is becoming unbearable. Your hands tangle in his hair as you rock your hips into him, seeking more friction. Charlie's grip on your hips tightens as he feels your body grinding into him, and he can no longer resist the temptation.
His hand slides down to palm your ass, guiding you closer as he grinds back against you, his erection pulsing with desire. His kisses become more urgent, his teeth grazing your earlobe before capturing your ear with his lips, whispering, "I want you, Y/N."
You gasp as his teeth graze your earlobe, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "I want you too, Charlie," you murmur, your breath hot against his neck as you kiss and nip at the sensitive skin there. The intensity of your passion builds as your hands explore his body, feeling the tension in his muscles as he responds to your touch.
Encouraged by your confession, Charlie's hand moves from your ass to the hem of your shirt, deftly sliding it up and over your head, leaving you in only your bra and pants. He kisses down your neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form, as he gently unclips the back of your bra, letting it fall away to expose your full, round breasts to the cool air.
He groans in appreciation, his eyes dark with desire as he cups them in his hands, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. Your back arches, pressing you into his touch as his mouth finds on the peak, suckling it with an intensity that has you gripping his shoulders tightly, a soft moan escaping your lips.
With a sudden surge of need, Charlie wraps his arms around your waist and effortlessly lifts you from the couch, carrying you down the hallway to his dimly lit bedroom. He sets you gently on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to unbuckle his belt, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the well-defined muscles and tattoos that cover his torso, making your heart race even faster. You watch, mesmerized, as he unbuttons and pulls down his pants, his erection straining against his boxers.
With trembling hands, you help him remove the last of his clothing, revealing his rock-hard body to the cool air. He returns the favor, taking his time to remove your pants and panties, leaving you nude in front of him. His eyes drink in the sight of you, silent praise for the beauty laid before him.
With a gentle push, Charlie lays you back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbs over you, his body hovering just above yours. He kisses you softly, his mouth exploring yours with a passion that's tender yet fiery, his tongue dancing with yours as his hands continue to roam your body. You can feel the heat from his bare skin as he presses himself against you, his erection nestling between your thighs.
You wrap your legs around him, urging him closer, your hands exploring the firm planes of his back as he kisses down your body, leaving a trail of sweet kisses from your neck to your navel. His mouth finds your clit, his tongue flicking gently against the sensitive nub, making your back arch and your hips buck involuntarily.
He moves in a torturously slow rhythm, building your pleasure until you're panting for more, your nails digging into his shoulders as you beg for his cock. Charlie chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body. He kisses up your stomach, his eyes locked with yours as he positions himself at your entrance.
With one hand, he guides himself in, his eyes never leaving yours as he sinks into you inch by inch. You gasp as he fills you completely, the feeling of fullness making you whimper with need. He starts to move, his strokes deep and slow, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your body.
Your hips match his rhythm, the slick sounds of skin on skin filling the room as you both give in to the passion consuming you. The tension builds, coiling tightly in your stomach, until it's almost too much to handle. With a final, powerful thrust, Charlie whispers your name against your ear, sending you over the edge into a climax that leaves you trembling and gasping for breath.
You cling to him as he follows suit, his warmth seeping into you as he releases his own passion, your bodies joined as one. After a moment, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of your shared pleasure still coursing through your veins.
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Absolutely a sucker for the “ARE YOU HURT” once over. The wandering hands, frantically checking for blood or pain just SOMETHING. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of what they might find while searching. The panicked look on the face of the person doing the checking, the glossy, confused “I’m fine” from the person being checked. HOO BOY just inject that shit right into my veins
Throw some "it doesn't matter, what about you?" in there, mmm, the battered and bloody mangled figure weakly trying to reciprocate? The hands coming up (shaking and exhausted) to touch the searcher's face? The intimacy of reciprocal concern? The huddling together in tenderness in a world capable of such violence and harm?
Add in a little "it's ok, it's not my blood" and somehow that's worse. Now there's trauma and injury and logistics to worry about. But you have to work through frantically hug out the relief that everyone survived first before you can take the next step. Chef's kiss.
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
The dress was beaded in intricate designs that drew attention to the emerald green that matched the Slytherin house. The cut of the dress was form fitting and tight, appealing to the curves that Draco obviously knew hid under your robes.
The train of the dress was longer than he was sure you would have liked, but it suit you. Merlin, did you look as though you had stepped straight down from the constellations Draco was named after.
You were a goddess in living, breathing form. You were ethereal and breathtaking, the sight of you in that emerald green dress had almost brought Draco to his knees.
And as such, the moment that Draco was within reaching distance of you, he wrapped his arm around your waist and kept it there. He had glued himself to your side like a phantom shadow following your every move.
As your soulmate he felt like he should be envious, wickedly jealous of every man, woman or child who managed to get a glimmer of your attention. Draco felt as though he would have to be on guard all night, at all times during this party as to not have you swept away from him.
“You weren’t joking.” you whispered to Draco, turning your head into him. “Your mum goes all out for her party.”
Draco hummed as he glanced down at you, the corner of his lips twitching as he threatened a smile. You brought out the best in Draco, you brought out a part of Draco that he hadn’t realized was even there.
But you were a light along shadows. You were a gorgeous Hufflepuff with a beautiful soul. You were kind and caring, a charismatic Weasley who was all too forgiving and trusting.
These people would crush you. These people would strip you of all happiness if given the chance. If you were left alone with them, they would strip every inch of light from you.
“My mother wants to meet you.” Draco reached out and brushed your wispy hair behind your ear, blue eyes searching your face. “She’s been asking about you.”
Your eyes were focused on the great chandelier hanging above the ballroom, the teardrop crystals that had reflected the light. You craned your neck to gaze at the chandelier as it hang on the roof, though your attention hadn’t stayed for long.
Instead, your eyes moved further toward the back wall of the ballroom. There sat Christmas tree decorated with diamonds and pearls, the gold trimmed garland wrapping around the tree which was then hosting numerous wrapped presents beneath the limbs.
“I’ve never seen anything like this…” You were amazed, in complete wonderment you squeezed Draco’s hand as you gawked at the ball room that was lavish.
Draco hummed and leaned into you. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head as his arm tightened around your waist. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
He whispered into your hair and then he removed his arm from your waist and instead intertwined your fingers. He brushed his thumb across your knuckles while leading you through the crowds of guests toward his mother.
“I wouldn’t have missed it, Draco.” At your statement, Draco glanced over his shoulder and studied you.
And then he fell deeper in love with you by one single glance. The look in your gorgeous green eyes and the smile that reassured him and calmed the raging seas stirring inside that flipped his conscious inside out and back again.
“Mother,” Draco was yet able to pull his gaze away from you, even while he was attempting to introduce you to his mother, “this is Y/N Weasley.”
When he was finally able to tear his eyes from you, he kept his arm around your waist. Draco had kept physical contact with you while he mother turned to face you.
In her sleek black dress with green and silver accents, she turned to face you and has stared you down with all the grace and intensity of a Malfoy. Her eyes roamed your frame from head to toe and back again, her lips formed in a tight line that showed neither acceptance nor animosity.
“It’s nice to meet you.” You stood proud and greet his mother with kindness that Draco was sure was hard to swallow.
“Draco’s told me all about you.” His mother stood tall, rigid and regal. Her eyes moved away from you to study the movements of party guests behind her as they drank and ate and enjoyed each other’s company.
“You’re a Gryffindor then?” She glanced over you, her lips pursed.
“A Hufflepuff. I’m the only one in my family that got sorted into a different house. Actually, I’m the only family member for a few generations to be sorted into Hufflepuff.” You held nothing but pride for the house of kindness, and that may have been the reason for his mother’s ease.
She took pause, settled her eyes upon Draco. She picked up on the way that he was looking at you with genuine, earth shattering love and then a brief and empathetic smile formed on her face.
“The house of loyalty and kindness, dedication and fairness.” His mother’s gaze fell to Draco. “A Hufflepuff among a legacy of Gryffindor’s.”
“We’re just as witty and smart as Ravenclaw’s and just as bold as Gryffindor’s.” You spoke. “We don’t brag about our achievements.”
Draco squeezed your hand, a reaction to stand up for you against his mother should it be called for, stirring in him.
“You are kind and loyal, dedicated and true.” His mother spoke again, a fleeting look of acceptance passing on her face.
“We’re not prejudiced.” You were bold enough to make the statement that Draco was hoping you wouldn’t have.
Though his mother looked taken back by the statement, there was settlement in her eyes. There was a flash of something Draco didn’t quite recognize before ease settled.
“I would like to talk to you alone, Miss Weasley.” His mother requested. “Perhaps before you leave. There’s something I’d like to discuss.”
She bid the pair of you a goodnight for the rest of the night. Draco felt little concern that his mother wanted to talk to you alone, his mother wouldn’t hurt you for fear that she would hurt Draco.
It was the other party guests he had reservations about.
** **
The corridor was empty of guests, the only living soul in the empty space besides yourself was Narcissa. She was standing with her back to you, gazing at one of the many closed doors with her hands by her side.
As you approached, she turned her head and stared you down. Her long blonde hair with strips of black visible beneath, was styled flawlessly in loose curls pinned to the back of her head.
You stepped forward cautiously, your wand still tucked away safe and sound for use if needed. Though you weren’t as well trained in charms or defence against the dark arts as Narcissa Malfoy would be, you still had enough faith in your abilities to keep yourself alive.
“I need to ask you a favour, Y/N.” Narcissa tapped the side of her dress with her fingers. “There’s something I need you to do.”
You didn’t know what she could expect from you, or how you could help her. You had nothing to offer her that she couldn’t buy or otherwise acquire.
“I don’t understand.” With the train of your dress trailing behind you, you took cautious steps toward her.
“My husband is a devout follower of the dark lord. He will not be swayed in his mission to do his bidding. The dark lord has decided that he needs someone on the inside of Hogwarts.” Narcissa’s hands started shaking, her voice quivering.
“He chose Draco?” You understood the fear, you felt it. “He wants Draco..?”
Your mouth went dry and your stomach became twisted in knots. If Draco had chosen to join the death eaters and take the dark mark, he may not survive the wizarding war. And even if he had survived the wizarding war, he would be thrown in Azkaban.
Your soulmate would be responsible for bringing destruction to Muggle-Born and ‘mud-blood’s.
“Draco has until after Christmas to make his decision.” Narcissa frowned. “He’s just a boy. He’s an innocent boy who doesn’t need to be dragged into all of this.”
“If he chooses to do this, he’ll die. He’ll die from this and I can’t lose my son.” She begun to break down, visible tears pricking the corner of her eyes.
“What are you asking me to do?” You hesitated to ask, afraid of the answer.
“Its too late for my husband and myself. He’s in Azkaban with the dark mark and I’m the wife to a loyal follower of the dark lord. I couldn’t change my allegiance and not risk death.” She came to stand before you, reaching for your hands.
“I’ve seen the way Draco looks at you. I’ve seen how much he cares about you. He will do anything to keep you safe.” She squeezed your hands tightly to the point that they nearly hurt.
“Mrs. Malfoy…”
“Save my son. Please.” She begged and pleaded. “I’m begging you to save my son from death. He will listen to you. Draco cannot become a death eater. He cannot choose to follow the dark lord. I need you to convince him.”
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?
Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters
Chapter Summary: Y/N gets more frustrated with herself as all roads point back to Brookville and her friends try to reach her. Making herself ill in the process, she catches the eye of law enforcement.
You were annoyed. Annoyed with yourself. Annoyed with what you’d done. Annoyed with Hydra rogues. Annoyed with random redheads with long stories. Annoyed with the fucking world.
And you were growing to throw up. And you probably had a UTI from holding your pee for hours on end.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been driving. Hours. Maybe days. What you did know is that every few hours you’d be sure you were getting a way from Brookville and you’d see a sign that said ‘Brookville 100 miles’.
Everytime you saw it you wanted to punch yourself in the face. Why did you keep going back to Brookville anyway? Why did you like it so much? Why did that pain in the ass redhead alpha smell familiar. Even the beta and the asshole alpha that charged at you smelt familiar. It hurt your heart, pained your soul to leave Brookville and the few friends you had. You’re inner omega whined in the back of your mind to turn back. She knew why it hurt and maybe you did too but the witch and white wolf side of you shut her down.
A harsh bump in the road had your stomach turning again and you pulled your car off the road and onto a grass verge, where you were violently sick. This was your own doing. Living on candy, chips and energy drinks will do this to you. You were trying to compose yourself when a quick burst of a police siren startled you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw a Sheriff had pulled his car tightly up behind yours.
Fucking great. I’m literally being sick at the side of the road and it’s time for a stop and search.
“Miss, this isn’t a safe place to stop your vehicle”
You promptly vomited as you held up a hand, indicated for him to wait one minute. You smelt the beta cop get nearer. You snapped your head in his direction and he held up his hands in surrender.
“Easy. I was just going to hand you this” he slowly passed you a neatly pressed handkerchief “you’ve got a little…..” he pointed around your chin. You’d got vomit down your chin. Great.
“Oh, thanks” you replied as you cleaned up your face. You stupidly went to pass him it back to him but he politely declined, saying he probably shouldn’t take a handkerchief home with omega’s scent on it. You were unsteady on your feet as you tried to stand and he placed a firm grip on your upper arm to helped you up. You felt his eyes on you and you stepped away as soon as you’d righted yourself.
“Thank you Sheriff” you replied as you turned to go back to your car.
“You know how this works sweetness, I’m gonna need to see your papers”
Of course he did and he was one of those type of cops. Honey, sweetness, omegas shouldn’t be roaming types.
“Of course Sheriff” you’d replied as politely as possible. You sat back in the drivers seat and as you went to reach into your witchy bag he stopped you.
“Hold it there Miss, I’d prefer it if you summoned them out of your bag and didn’t reach in. Just in case. Who knows what you have in there.”
“Of course Sheriff” you said again sickeningly sweetly. So, he was also one of those types of cops too. The didn’t trust witches kind but this did mean he wouldn’t get handsy if he tried to pat you down. That and the fact he had a mate at home, might mean you can swerve the inappropriate behaviour.
You put your hand out flat, palm upwards in clear sight of the Sheriff. Your bag shuffled and popped open, as the documents appeared and flew to your hand. You smiled and passed them over to the Sheriff.
“Keep your hands on the steering wheel and keep the engine off, whilst I run these.” he ordered.
“Yes sir” and you did exactly what he said. Usually you’d be more sassy but you simply didn’t have the energy. He returned a few minutes later, passing you back your papers.
“Ok, they all checked out. Can you tell me where you’re coming from and where you’re going?”
“I’m sure you’re aware Sheriff that under Omega Privacy Laws and the Protection of Female Roamer Act, you shouldn’t be asking me that”
Just when you thought you had the sass under control it spilled out of you.
“You’re quite right sweetness, just making polite conversation”
“May I go Sir?”
“Of course” he replied. The smile he gave you made you want to vomit again.
You watched as he returned to his car and let out a sigh of relief. You went to take a sip of the energy drink in the centre console and stopped when you saw your phone light up. It was Melinda again and you spotted another message from Storm. Melinda had obviously told them now that you’d left. Another message came in, this time from Logan.
“Call me now” it read. Great. He was probably pissed off with you now. Particularly as you’d promised you’d keep him updated on your whereabouts and stay near for Storm and their pups. Your phone went again.
“Just let us know that safe kid” another from Logan, slightly softer than the last and you smiled to yourself at the thought of Jean scolding him for such a stern message.
Were you safe? The fact was you didn’t know. What day was it? You glanced at your phone again. It was Wednesday. You’d left the Coulson’s cottage on Sunday. Oh shit. No wonder they were worried. But you couldn’t go back, not yet anyway. The town would be alive with chatter and gossip of the ten Hydra rogues knocked out in the woods and even if the redhead had talked to their Sheriff, people would ask questions. They’d want to ask you questions. You huffed at yourself and the situation. You’d been a roamer for nearly 10 years and for the first time you didn’t know what to do.
You summoned a bottle of water from your bag and took a large swig. You followed it with a recovery potion to settle your stomach and give you another boost of energy. You took a deep breath and looked to the sky. A strong gust of wind rocked your car. The goddesses were trying to tell you something again. Fine if that’s how you want to play it. It had been a while since you asked for guidance but now seemed like a good time. You turned your head back up to the sky and closed your eyes, as you held your palms out.
“Please goddesses give me guidance. Help clear my mind of troubles and guide me to somewhere safe”
You’re mind started to drift towards Brookville.
“And not Brookville”
The wind blew harshly again against your car and you were startled by the Sheriff flicking his siren on and off at you. As you glanced back at him he was gesturing at you to move. Well, he had told you ten minutes ago you shouldn’t had stopped there.
“Fine, I’m going!!” you huffed and you pulled down the sun visor to block out the lowering sun. As you did a photo slipped out of it and landed in your lap.
Billy and Frank. You smiled to yourself. Sure they’d curse you out for getting involved in a fight that didn’t involve you but they’d keep you safe. Take care of you, and it had been a while since you’d taken a nap in Frank’s burly alpha arms.
You started your car and headed to Queensborough.
Meanwhile in the Sheriffs car…………..
“Romanoff, how’s my idiot cousin? Yeah, yeah, well that little wolf you were looking for, I just found her throwing up at the side of the road. Yes, a witch, omega, white wolf and her car stank of distress. I don’t know. No, no, no. You know under the various acts and laws that I can’t ask her that and it looks like she’s about to drive out of my jurisdiction. Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.”
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Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?
Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters
Chapter Summary: Y/N panics in the aftermath of the fight. Natasha’s thoughts on who Y/N could be are shared.
Chapter Warnings: Blood, witchcraft
When you finally reached the Coulson’s cottage you weren’t exactly sure how you’d got there. What you did know though was that you were exhausted and your paws were sore, to the point they were nearly bloody but you couldn’t slowdown or stop now.
Keeping up the protection spell you’d cast as you scurried through the woods, you shifted back into human form as you ran up the steps of the back porch. You made sure not to glance at the security camera, knowing that May was likely to check it once she’d received the notification to her phone that there was movement in the middle of the night. If she suspected a problem she could be at the door within twenty minutes and you needed to leave before she convinced you otherwise.
You limped at speed through the house and stripped of your transitioning underwear once you were inside the bathroom. Routing around your wash bag you found the scent cleanser you kept for emergencies. Practically throwing yourself into the shower, you scrubbed your skin and hair until you were sure you were clean of the scents and blood you’d picked up on your idiotic adventure.
You dried and dressed quickly, placing a scent blocking strip over your bonding mark on the left of your neck. There was always a slight burn when you put them on and it made your eyes water as you took in your appearance in the bathroom mirror.
What the fuck had you done? Taking on a few drunk alphas was one thing, throwing a little lightening bolt at an overexcited beta who grabs your ass was another, but helping someone you didn’t even know, to take on a bunch of Hydra rogues was absolutely fucking stupid.
You liked Brookville. You liked the people you knew here, even though there were only a few of them. You had made friends here. Friends that would have pups soon. Oh goddess. You had promised Storm you’d be there when the pups came, as she tearfully told you she was worried her powers and witchcraft would become unbalanced during the birth, that she’d hurt her alphas or her pack, you promised her as a fellow witch, omega and white wolf that you’d be there. For her and her pups. Now, you were leaving.
A tear dropping and landing on your hand startled you back to reality. You wiped your face roughly.
“Get your shit together Y/N, you’ve been through worse than this” you told your reflection.
“Now move your fucking self”
You picked up your wash bag and swiped the items on the counter into to it, quickly followed by the toiletries from the shower. Zipping it quickly, you threw it into the open bag that lay on the bedroom floor. You marched through the house picking up any stray clothes and laundry and tossing them into the bag. You emptied the trash quickly and stripped the bed of the sheets that were heavy in your scent, shoving them into the washing machine, along with the used towels.
You grabbed your bag, purse and any food that would keep and dashed down the front porch and to your car, throwing them onto the back seat.
You went back into the house, attempting to slightly shield yourself again from the door camera, knowing that if May saw you she’d soon be phoning you or turning up at the cottage asking why you were leaving in the middle of the night.
The trash was next and as you tossed it into the garbage bin, you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. May or Phil had definitely seen you going in and out of the house.
You entered one last time scanning to check you had everything before summoning what you called your ‘witchy bag’ and broom from their spot on the other side of the room. Using the Stark pad that May had shown you to use, you set the sprinklers to go off in five minutes. You exited the cottage with a cleansing spell, as your phone vibrated again. You locked the door and placed the key in the key safe, as the doorbell camera lid up.
There was no doubt in your mind now that the Coulsons were aware of your moonlight flit and you sped down the steps again as the speaker connected. You pulled half a dozen cleansing bundles from your witchy bag and tossed them around the boundary of the cottage, just in case your spell wasn’t enough. Climbing in your car you placed your broom and bag into the passenger seat.
You could hear the Coulsons concerned calls as you closed the car door. You checked the time on your phone as they called you again. You took a breath and debated about telling them what happened but decided against it. You were on your own, just like you always were. You turned it off and stashed it in the centre console.
Starting the engine, you put on your seatbelt and drove away from the Coulsons cottage, dropping the protection spell as the sprinklers started, washing away your scent and any trace of you.
You left Brookville and without realising your second chance. Your better chance.
Meanwhile on the other side of the woods……….
Natasha, Thor and Clint crossed onto their packs boundaries.
“You’re overreacting, she was a witch, she could have easily bewitched you” Thor spoke matter of frankly.
Natasha growled and snapped her jaws at him.
“You think I’m an idiot? You think I don’t know when I’m bewitched!! In case you’ve forgotten Thor, MY MATE IS A WITCH!!! That omega helped me!!! She could have left me to bleed out but she didn’t!!” She yelled.
“I’m just saying…” Thor didn’t have time to finish his sentence as Natasha lunged at him. Clint did his best to separate them but as he pulled Natasha back she lifted her foot and kicked Thor between the legs. He dropped to his knees with a huff.
A wave of cinnamon washed over the three of them, as a deep growl sounded and they snapped the heads in the direction it came from.
There sat on top of a pile of rocks was their alpha. THE alpha in his wolf form. His golden blonde fur almost glistening in the moonlight. His dark haired pack brother, the pack beta, to his left.
The alpha mind linked to them.
“That’s enough!! Back to the house now!!” They knew he was angry from his scent alone, the tone of his voice and his stance just confirmed it.
The three of them lowered their heads in submission as they trudged behind their alpha back to the half built pack house.
Clint glanced at Natasha.
“What’s gotten into you? Why are you so caught up over some random roamer?” He asked the redhead. She huffed and shook her head in response. He stopped and caught her by the arm.
“Natasha, what’s going on? I’m your pack brother and you can’t even look me in the eyes right now, what’s going on? The priority is finding Pietro and you’re fighting with Thor over a witch you’ve never met before tonight. You know Wanda isn’t going to like it when you turn up stinking of another omega, especially when it’s a witch that’s stronger than she is.”
“I shouldn’t have let her leave” Natasha replied queitly.
“Who? The witch? Why?”
“I think, I think she might be our luna”
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Steve was mindful of your emotional state as he pulled into the underground parking lot for his building. He was conscious of your emotional state after the confirmation of your father’s charges came across his desk, and he had delivered the news to you.
You were quiet but not withdrawn, choosing to watch the scenery as he drove from your old home in queens to his penthouse suite in Brooklyn. He was mindful of you and your state, yet he couldn’t stop touching you. The entire drive was spent with one hand on the wheel and his other hand either intertwined with yours or on your knee, squeezing gently.
The trial was over, and you were free from prison and free from your father. Despite that, you still needed him, and he needed you. God, did he need you.
You had consumed him since nearly the moment he came across your case and your picture. He needed you almost as much as he needed oxygen, and despite being a powerful man who could easily sway the courts of law to his favour by calling in favours owed to him, there is nothing and no pleasure Steve would not extend to you.
“You’ll like it, Y/N.” Steve slid his hand further up your leg, feeling your smooth and supple skin under his palm as his hand pushed your dress further up your thigh. “We have a terrace, two.”
He had long since stopped the vehicle and shut off the ignition, yet he couldn’t or he wouldn’t rush going into the elevator and up to his penthouse.
“I have presents for you, princess.” He drew your attention to himself and held you captive with his gaze. “Bucky allowed me access to your house before it was closed for evidential reasons.”
“You grabbed things?” Your eyebrows were knit together, and your lips were pressed in a way that was crossed between a frown and pursed.
You didn’t think you’d get anything back. That was the whispered concern you’d told Bucky when he informed you that the house was being closed off as evidence. You’d said to him that you had no clothes packed or any of your personal belongings, not that you had much, to begin with.
“Of course I did,” Steve slid his hand dangerously close to your pussy, his fingers digging into your inner thigh, not painfully so but enough to elicit a soft moan and a few shivers.
“Thank you, Steve.” Your appreciation overruled your concerns. “What did you grab?”
Steve removed his hand from your thigh and instead snaked his hand around the back of your neck. He leaned over and pressed your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss to begin with. As you sighed against him and melted into his body, the kiss increased with passion and need, driving desire that made him nearly pull you into his lap and take you in the car.
“Steve,” you wistfully sighed his name and placed your hands on his chest to push him away, “not here.”
“I agree.” He mumbled against your lips and pulled away. “No one gets to see you wet and dripping but me.”
He flashed you a smirk and pulled the keys from the ignition before he slowly got out of the car and closed the door behind him. While you were still reeling and feeling the effects of his hot and sensual words, your entry was opened, and then Steve bent down into your field of vision.
“Hello beautiful,” he stole a kiss and unbuckled you, reaching for your hand to gently pull you out.
“Hello, handsome,” you spoke with a laugh and a gasp when he pulled you into his grasp and kissed you breathless, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip before you part your lips and gained him entrance.
You were weak against him, unable to stop the buzzing electricity that was shooting through you at such an alarming and mesmerizing rate. You gripped his shirt tightly in his hands as he lifted you by your asscheeks and set you against the side of the car.
“Steve,” you pulled away and turned your head, desperate for air, “I thought we were going to your place.”
“Our place,” he corrected you with a kiss to the nose, “it’s our place, angel.”
He set you down on the ground and gently nudged you out the way so he could close the door.
Once it was closed and his car was locked, Steve interlocked your fingers and kept you close to him as he started walking toward the elevator that would take the two of you to his penthouse suite. When you stepped on the elevator, he pressed the button for his floor and then stepped back to your side.
“There are two terraces?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked at Steve, now realizing what he had said.
“Mhm.” He squeezed your hand and glimpsed at you with an endearing and wholeheartedly. “Two private terraces, one up and one down. There are four bedrooms and 4.5 bathrooms, an indoor infinity pool, industrial kitchen, two walk-in closets, ensuite laundry, office and indoor gym.”
“How can you afford that?” Your furrowed brows and slight frown had earned a laugh under his breath and another heart-stopping kiss.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he mumbled against your lips, pulling you ever closer to him, “I have more than enough to afford a place like that and more than enough to spoil you.”
“I don’t need to be spoiled,” You tried to counter, to no avail.”
The doors had opened and Steve had pulled you along behind him down the short hall to the front door of his penthouse suite. When he arrived at the door, he shoved his key into the lock and turned, nudging it open with his door but not letting you pass yet.
“It’s tradition, baby.” Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders and his other arm under your knees as he lift you into his embrace to carry you over the threshold like you were his bride.
“We’re not married.” You wrapped your arms around his neck nonetheless and enjoyed the feeling of safety that he exude.
“Not yet,” Steve stepped over the threshold and continued to carry you throughout his penthouse without giving you a chance to look around.
You didn’t focus on the way your stomach flipped and fluttered at the way he didn’t deny marrying you, or his intent. Nor did you focus on the way his eyes were piercing through your soul with defensive and possessive intent.
Instead you focused on the way he carried you as if you were weightless. You focused on the way his muscles flexed and the stride of his legs as he moved gracefully and effortlessly.
“I told you I have some gifts for you,” Steve nudged his bedroom door open with his foot before he entered the room and set you down on the bed.
When you were comfortable, Steve entered the walk in closet on the left and upon his return had a box taped shut, and five rather large boutique bags with bows attached to the top. He set the box down first and sat on your left, handing you the first boutique bag with a big white bow.
“I know your father got rid of most of your clothes while you were in prison,” Steve brushed your hair off your neck and leaned in to place open mouth kisses against your neck.
“I can open it?” You tugged on the bow and watches the silk ribbon fall, parting the bag. As you reached in, your hands met soft, luxurious cashmere folded neatly into a pile.
You pulled out the item and unfolded it, your eyes studying the oversized and incredible cream sweater that looked delectably warm.
“You like spending hours with a book in your hands and when winter comes, you’ll have something to curl up into when you read.” Steve mumbled, his kisses drawing soft sounds from your lips while you were torn between opening the rest of the bags and throwing yourself at him.
“Thank you,” you folded the sweater back up and held it tightly to your chest, “it’s so soft.”
“You like soft things don’t you, precious girl?” Steve’s hand rest on your upper thigh, his thumb brushing back and forth against your jeans. “You’re daddy’s princess.”
You inhale sharply when you felt the gush between your legs as your push grew wet at his erotic phrase of words and the double entendre that slipped all too easily from his mouth.
“Don’t you want to open the rest of daddy’s gifts?” He was teasing you, Steve was making it impossible to concentrate on anything but his hand on your thigh and his lips nipping at your neck.
“I can’t,” you arched your back when Steve’s hand shot between your legs, his fingers brushing against your dripping, drenched pussy through your jeans.
“You want me to finally fuck you, princess? You want me to finally stretch your hot little hole with my throbbing cock?” He pushed his fingers deeper and started moving them in a slow circle, driving you crazy even through your jeans.
“Please-“ your pleading was cut short by a knock on the front door, and Steve’s name being called.
“Fuck!” He hissed. “I’m sorry, baby.”
He pulled his hands away from your clothed pussy and pulled his lips away from your neck. He kissed you softly, his nose brushing against yours as the endearing kiss drug on until the next knock at the door.
“I forgot that I have a meeting tonight.” He pulled away and cursed again.
“You’re leaving? You have to leave?” The way you spoke was disheartening, and you could see it on his face.
“Just for a while sweetheart.” Steve stood from the bed and slipped a hand on your face to cup your cheek. “I promise I won’t be long. Do you want me to bring back dinner? We’ll watch a movie?”
You stared up at him with wide eyes, completely taken by this man who was so ruggedly handsome in every way. You were so taken by the way his blue-green eyes seemed to catch the light in the perfect way every time, and the way he was so deadly powerful without resorting to using physical strength, yet so gentle with you.
“I’d like that.” You nod your head and shift on the bed, humming positively when he kissed you again, sweetly and passionately and possessively.
“My good girl,” he let you go and moved to his walk in closet and removed a dark blue suit jacket, “you have the whole place to yourself. Take a bath or have some wine, read a book for watch tv. Whatever you want to do baby, feel free to.”
“I can do-“
“Whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Steve shot you a smile and then slipped out of the room.
You wait until he was gone, until you heard the door click shut before you fell back to the bed, stretched your arms out and sighed.
“I’ve never laid on something so comfortable,” you mumbled sinking into the dreamy mattress and into a state of fearless sleep.
** **
“Steve-“
“The answer is no.” He stood firm with his arms crossed over his chest. “I am not letting her anywhere near him!”
“They want to call her as witness not-“
“He tried to kill her, Bucky! He arranged to have his own daughter brutally rape and killed to get some money!” Steve was a solid mass of muscle, a solid mountain of a man who would do anything to protect you.
All he wanted was to keep you safe and keep you to himself. After everything and everyone had failed you, he had succeeded. He had kept you safe from crooked warden’s and handsy correctional officer’s, he had kept you out of prison and away from your father’s sick snd twisted mind.
He had done everything to prevent you from being hurt again.
“Steve just talk to her! She’s a key witness in the case and if she doesn’t testify-“
“Then what, Bucky? Then the case falls apart? Is everything riding on her testimony?” Steve took a step forward, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed into an angry glare.
“If Y/N doesn’t testify, it weakens the case. She is the only one who remembers her mother’s death, she is the only one who can speak-“
“She is my responsibility, Bucky! She is my girl!” Steve slammed his fist on the table, his venomous gaze aimed at Bucky but not directed at him.
“The lawyer handling her father’s case works for Barker and Associates. His name is Neil. He is the one who is calling for Y/N to be a witness and if she can’t be convinced-“
“I’ll convince him. I’ve faced him in court before, I know how to get to him.” Steve balled his fist and clenched his jaw.
“I know you love her, Steve. I know you want to protect her-“
“She’s mine, Bucky. And she’s suffered enough. What would you do for Sarah-“
“I’d do anything for Sarah. I know how you feel.” He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Whatever you do make sure there are no witnesses.”
