Winchesters X Ghost!Child!Reader: Come Play With Me?

Winchesters x Ghost!Child!Reader: Come play with me?

Author: EdgarAllenPoes-Raven

Character: Winchester brothers

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: None

Brief Summary/Request Prompt/Original Imagine: There has been reporting of the spirit of a young child asking people to play with her, its it just for an innocent game of hide and seek or is there more to it?

Dean took a bite out of his burger, ‘’Are you sure Sammy? I mean it’s pretty much a shot in the dark.’’

The boys had caught wind of a case in Illinois; the ghost of a young child has been terrorising many of the residents in a community. As far there has been no reported deaths but what the reports say is that the child invites people to play.

‘’I don’t know Dean, I mean we’ve looked into less.’’

‘’Little bit creepy don’t you think. Kid asking for people to play?’’ Dean shivered slightly. ‘’Maybe that’s why nobody has been killed, I mean no one has accepted the offer?’’

‘’So it looks like we’re going to have to stop it before it gets to that.’’

Sam was already busying himself with research pulling up all the information that he could find. There wasn’t much to go on at all there was a vague description of what the spirit looked like but not enough to get a positive I.D.  

Dean had suggested that they go and talk to the eyewitnesses in person to see if they could get anything from it. This time they were just pretending to be students from one of the local colleges, looking for a story to write in the college newspaper.

‘’First we talk to a Mrs Harlow, she was the first person to see the ghost.’’ Sam explained looking down at his phone, ‘’All the sightings are in this area. Most recent being two days ago.’’

They pulled up in front of Mrs Harlow’s house and rang the doorbell. Mrs Harlow was a middle aged woman with brown hair, ‘’Can I help you?’’

‘’Yes erm, I’m Dean and this is my roommate Sam and we’ve come to ask you a few questions about the ghost that’s been seen around here for our college newspaper. If you don’t mind?’’

‘’Oh no of course not, come in.’’

After offering them something to eat and drink Mrs Harlow sat down on the couch facing them. ‘’So what do you need to know?’’

‘’Start from the beginning.’’

‘’Well, I was outside and everything was fine until I felt this cold breeze and as I turned around there was a little girl stood behind me.’’

Sam interjected, ‘’What she look like?’’

‘’(H/L) (H/C) hair, I think her eyes were (E/C)? I’m not sure because she poofed from in front of me to behind me and then giggle. So I ran like crazy.’’

After thanking her for her time they moved on going door to door coming up with nothing. Most of the information was just being repeated all they had was a description and estimated age which was around seven. That was until they came to the last person.

‘’I know who she is.’’ The old man, Mr Jenkins, sat back in his chair, ‘’She used to live in this neighbourhood years ago.’’

‘’Who is she?’’

‘’Her name is (First) (Last). She was always such a playful child it was unfortunate that she died.’’

‘’Thank you.’’

Back at the motel Sam ran the name through his computer and almost immediately came across a newspaper article that was dated back to 1978. According to the article (First) (Last) aged seven died of a rare illness.

‘’So get this, (First) died in the family home from illness.’’

‘’So why is she back?’’ Sam shrugged his shoulders, ‘’I don’t know but I think if we hang around the neighbourhood maybe she might come out.’’

Dean rolled his eyes, ‘’Great so we’re going to be spending the night walking around. Awesome. You know where she is buried?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’Then why not just salt and burn?’’ Dean was slightly agitated. ‘’Because, I think there is something a little more to this story.’’

They made sure to pack salt rounds, salt, lighter fluid and the crowbars there wasn’t any chance that they could use the guns in a populated neighbourhood so they were going prepared. Dean was still pissed over the whole situation, moaning over ‘simple salt and burn’ and that they didn’t have to ‘seek the little ghosty’ Sam was having none of it there was something about this case.

Two hours had passed and still no sign of the ghost it was now almost midnight. Dean was growing more and more annoyed with Sam as time progressed and was just about ready to give up when they heard a child giggling.

Sam turned around and spotted (E/C) eyes peering at him from behind a tree, he smiled and bent down. ‘’Hey there.’’

‘’Sam what are you doing?’’

‘’Just trust me on this Dean.’’

She disappeared out of sight before reappearing right in front of Sam, causing him to jerk back. Dean was ready with the salt but Sam but out a hand to stop him.

‘’Do you want to play?’’ (First)’s head tilted to the side in an adorable way a small smile on her face. ‘’What do you want to play?’’ Sam asked in return your smile got bigger. ‘’Hide and seek!’’

Sam let out a laugh, ‘’Alright, you hide.’’ With a giggle she disappeared, ‘’Dude what in the hell are you doing?!’’

‘’Dean. Trust me.’’

Dean could hardly believe that he was actually playing hide and seek with a freaking ghost. He heard her giggling and looked behind the tree she was originally hiding behind, she let out a playful shriek before disappearing once again. What was the most weirdest thing? That Dean smiled.  

Sam found her hiding under a car she let out a giggle moving away from the hand Sam tried to grab hold of her with. The game changed from Hide and Seek to Tag, both Sam and Dean never thought they see the day that they would be playing tag with a spirit.

‘’Tag, you’re it!’’ Dean felt the cold linger from her hand as she tagged him, ‘’Not if I catch you.’’ She let out a shriek of laugh as Dean dived for her watching as he fell to the ground. (First) giggled, ‘’Come find me!’’

This time she disappeared after ten minutes of shearing and no giggling to give away her position. ‘’Where’d she go?’’

‘’There is only one place she’d go.’’

‘’Cemetery.’’ Both boys spoke at the same time.

Low and behold they found her sat atop of her grave stone, ‘’You found me!’’

‘’We sure did.’’ Sam smiled before he got a little serious, ‘’(First) why aren’t you resting?’’

Her smile faltered slightly, ‘’I got really sick and I had to stay in bed all the time, I even had to take time of school!’’ Dean let out a laugh, ‘’That bad huh?’’

She nodded eagerly, ‘’Mama and Papa where really worried they tried to make be better they really did but I felt more icky. I wasn’t allowed to play anymore because I was sick but I really really wanted to.’’

(First) Jumped down from the gravestone, ‘’One day I woke up and I was staring at myself, like a dream and I found out I died.’’ Her head cocked to the side, ‘’I felt better, didn’t feel icky anymore so I wanted to play. No one has ever played with me.’’

There was a small bright light that began to form behind her, ‘’What are your names?’’

Sam pointed to himself, ‘’My name is Sam and this is my older brother Dean.’’

The light got brighter (First) turned to look at it before stopping and giving the boys a big smile.‘’Thank you for playing with me Sam and Dean, it was real fun!’’

‘’You’re welcome (First).’’

‘’Goodbye!’’ She waved and the boys waved back. The light consumed her body before expanding and collapsing in on itself. They shielded their eyes from the light closing them tightly and when they opened them she was gone.

‘’Why can’t all our cases be like this?’’ Dean questioned, ‘’No going in guns-a-blazing just a simple game of hide and seek?’’

‘’I know.’’ Sam chuckled, ‘’I’m just really happy she’s at peace now.’’

‘’Me too little brother, me too.’’

Hiii, is your Batmom stuff in order like where do I start, like I read some here and there and they're amazing so I was wondering if there's a chronological order?

Hey ! …Hum…there could be a chronological order…Ok well, I’m gonna spend my next hour giving you said order eh. On my masterlist blog, the stories are basically in the order I posted them, but I believe I can make a chronological order and a sort of timeline. Here it goes : 

So there’s two kind of Batmom stories. The ones that are connected, the ones that have the same “main” Batmom, and stories unrelated with those, usually one shots. And here we go, let’s start with my “main” Batmom (also a good way to do a list of all the connected stories haha) and a somewhat chronological order : 

There used to be a story where my main Batmom and Bruce met at a charity Batmom was having (she’s a writer that was starting to be famous and had a charity to give easier access to books to disadvantages population in Gotham) but hum…it got accidentally erased. I still remember the story though, so maybe one day, I’ll re-write it. Anyway. This is where it’s suppose to begin. 

The first time he saw you

Making him work for it

“You’re not hard to love, Bruce”

“You made me hide under the desk” (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

“My last happy birthday was my eighth one…”  

Insecurities shmunsecurities

The Break-Up part ¼

The Break-Up part 2/4

The Break-Up part 2.5/4

The Break-Up part ¾

The Break-Up part 4/4

“The art of taking care of the woman you love” (TW : periods)

Making Bruce Wayne blush

“Can the Batman get flustered ?” 

Smol Dickie and Jaybird

Wedding and pop-corns

“My biggest mistake” by Jason P. Todd 

The Batmom Glare

Ma Broosh !

Silly Bat’

The first time they called you mom

“You have kids ?? And…A WIFE ?”

“Hey Mrs. Wayne !”

Behind closed door (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

“Just play the damn game with me !” 

Period drama with mama 

Tears

“Self-care is important you IDIOT !”

Pierced 

Fun Fair with the family

The Batkids watching “The Omen”

The Batkids watching “The Lion King”

How terrible it is to love something that death can touch

“Admit it, Bruce” (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

“Your wife is hot”

“Your wife is hot” part 2

“You’re…you’re Bruce’s father !”

“Mother, it’s your day”

Anonymous Hate

Never piss off a magician

“Mother has been poisoned”

Valentine’s day is a stupid holiday

Burrito Blanket Batmom

How to tame a Wayne

Wild Child

“Jigsaw is coming for me”

In which the batboys fight to know which Hogwarts’ house is the best 

Oh shit, it’s father’s day !

The Last Pit (part ½)

The Last Pit (part 2/2)

My mom is better than yours 

Each tattoo is a story

Short bonus convo : Bruce and Batmom gross out the Batboys

“Did this miscreant hurt you mother ?”

“Are we not gonna talk about the elephant in the room ?” 

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 1/3)

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 2/3)

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 3/3)

“That’s not how you negociate !”

Death, Amnesia, and 4 coffee please

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“My parents are gross…ly in love" 

“Where did the coffee table go ?”

“She’ll always be our mom”

“Mom, are you a drug dealer ?!”

It’s Alfred Day !

“Vacations are rare for the Waynes”

Beach Bod’

I’m not drunk, you are

The Batkids watching “The Omen” 

The many times Alfred Pennyworth walked in on his master and his wife making love, and that one time his young masters wished they were blind (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

“It’s her, but it’s not her !” (part ½)

“It’s them, but it’s not them !” (part 2/2)

“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” 

Batbrats

When you’re your husband’s biggest simp

Buttslap ?/Batslap !

Can you be friend with your husband’s ex-girlfriend ?

Early Mornings with the Bat

“Is Father…drunk ?”

A Mother’s love : Burst of Affection

Sick Day

Mama’s boys/girl

Jason Todd(ler)

Operation : retrieving the sex tape

Slice of life : cooking lessons

YOU IDIOT !

“I’m done with you, Mr. Wayne”

“I can be myself around you”

“I want a divorce !”

Alive (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

How to remove a Wayne safely

The comfort of Loving arms 

#MyParentsAreLosers

“Hopefully, no one will notice” (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

“She should cut her nails” (part ½ of the League teasing the “batlovers”)

“Bruce…sucks !” (part 2/2 of the League teasing the “batlovers”).

The Talk

“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS”

“You slept with Superman ?”

The List (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

The wrath of a short woman

Random convo between Batmom and Broosh

I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore… 1/3 (Marvel Crossover)

“I don’t like cats”

Odd socks

Halloween in…December ?!

I’ll always be here for you

Tickles and loss

Happy Holidays

“My last happy birthday was my eighth one…” 

Short bonus convo : Batboys want a sibling

Batman doesn’t eat pie

Good Night Rituals

Baby Wayne

“I’m lost without you…”

“You’re not even my mom !”

Polichinelle

The Great Mall adventure

“Please don’t freak out, but my water just broke”

Master of Diaper

Shaky steps and bad teaching

“Go away, you’re confusing my baby”

Wild Child 2, “We want them back”

How do you make babies ?

The day he understood what Death means

“Mom got lost again” 

Don’t wanna go

And when I’m gone… 

My Mother’s apple orchard

After Batmom’s death

And then all the unrelated stories, and obvs those are not in any particular orders : 

“Bruce, my heart, I think Alfred likes my mom !”

Catching the Bat’s heart 

Sneaky Bastard (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

A chance to say goodbye

Fate is a bitch part 1/?

Fate is a bitch part 2/?

Relationship headcanons part 1/?

“You could have anyone you want !”

Behave

“I don’t wanna get married”

There is nothing left of him

“Let me get one thing straight…I’m not !”

Three parts of a whole (Batman x Reader x Superman) (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

Professor Wayne ¼ (Teacher!AU)

Professor Wayne 2/4

Professor Wayne 2.5/4 (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

Professor Wayne 3/ 4

Professor Wayne 4/4

The single rider line

“Can you be my dad’s girlfriend, please ?” 

“My fake boyfriend is a billionaire ?!”

From enemies to lovers 

“Life is worth it, I’ll prove it” (Battinson)

Never Again (Battinson)

Yeah wow. Most of my stories are the “main” Batmom eh…

PS : I TOTALLY meant to do it by the way, to have a timeline. It was my plan all along to create a sort of universe, with a timeline that makes sense and such. I totally knew what I was doing, definitely didn’t make that timeline up on the spot…Nop’ nop’ nop’. Always meant it. Since day one. Ahem. #whenyourealizethatyoucreatedatimelinethatmadesenseanddidn’tdoitonpurpose

This was like the worst teaser ever! Like you can't just leave me like that!!!

Hybrid AU with Ragdoll!Reader and Siberian-mix!Konig

Reader is a rescued cat hybrid that Laswell's sister in law has been taking care of for the last 3 months. When she meets this little ragdoll kitty, so bright and friendly and curious, she immediately thinks of the 141. Hybrids have a lot uses in the government. Sometimes combative, sometimes therapeutic. The 141 could use a companion animal, given the close call Soap recently had and the general trauma the whole squad has.

With the kitty's permission and cooperation, they assess her as a possible therapy placement. She tests so well and so high that Laswell (again, with consent) immediately starts paperwork to place her with the 141 before even bringing it up to Price.

He's a bit skeptical at first. Even without being a combat hybrid, their jobs are high stress, very dangerous, and not very stable. But Laswell convinces him to at least meet Ragdoll.

They do introductions at the sister-in-law's house, where the kitty will be most comfortable. Ragdoll takes one sniff of him and starts purring like a little engine. He's visibly surprised, and Laswell can barely hold back her grin as the kitty climbs into his lap. They spend the rest of the afternoon discussing arrangements while his new hybrid naps because obviously he can't say no now.

Price becomes her primary handler. They move her to his barrack and give her a week to settle in, but she's not a skittish thing by any means. Wants to follow him everywhere, curls up in his bed, meows sadly at the door when he leaves her alone. It becomes clear very quickly that the usual introduction manuals are too slow for her.

Kitty meets Kyle next. Again, instant purrs. She presses her cheek into his palms, then wriggles her way closer to brush up against his cheek. Lets out a little "mrrp!" when he stutters out a pleasantly surprised, "hello there." She nibbles at the brim of his hat and grins when he gently redirects her, chirping at this fun new friend.

Two for two, Price and Kyle decide to introduce her to Simon and Johnny. They let her explore the common room first, get comfortable, and then call the other two in. Kitty watches from behind Price as Simon and Johnny enter.

Johnny is a dog hybrid with Simon as his primary handler. Price has faith that his sergeant will behave well with the new kitty, but he's not sure of what her reaction will be. Johnny's obviously, visibly excited, tail wagging, but Simon gets him to sit and wait while she makes the first move.

It takes absolutely no time at all for her to pad out from behind Price and approach. Simon goes first, offering a hand. But she barely even sniffs him before cuddling up to him, pawing curiously at his mask. He lets her, clicking his tongue when she dislodges it a bit, but then he gently nudges her towards Johnny.

His ears are perked forwards, tail still swishing. Kitty's ears are twitching, eyes big and curious. But her tail is up and curved curiously, not even a little fluffed. She gets in real close to his face, sniffs, then bumps her forehead against his chin. Which is when he loses patience and licks a big stripe up her cheek. She mews indignantly, ears going airplane mode, but thankfully doesn't swat at him.

It literally couldn't go better. She's a perfect fit.

Over the next few months she settles in with them happily, an absolute dream of a hybrid. Not very verbal, at least through human speech, but perfectly communicative and incredibly friendly.

She chirps whenever one of the 141 enters a room, has a different tone for each of them. Purrs if one of them so much as looks at her, all slow blinks and little smiles. Chitters when she sees them running outside through the windows.

Even grooming is relatively easy. She lets them brush out her floofy tail without much fuss, only trying to retreat if they catch a tangle. Readily gives up her hands to trim her claws. Even opens her mouth for them to brush off her fangs after raw meals.

She curls up with Simon on bad days, warm and purring, breathing little puffs of air against his collarbone. Lounges with Kyle after hard missions, nuzzling against him while he pets her soft ears. She spends hours upon hours in Price's office, curled up on his lap while he does paperwork or talks over the phone, kneading biscuits into his stomach.

Her friendship with Johnny is maybe the most surprising. They play wrestle just about every night, rolling around on the rough carpets in the common room and nipping at each others ears. She'll pounce on him, little teeth flashing, but almost always get bodied by his larger stature. The others will let them play until one of them - usually Johnny - gets too excited and makes the other yelp. At that point, Price or Simon will usually scoop one of the hybrids up and tsk at them for getting rough.

She's the 141's precious kitty, sweet and friendly and outgoing. The whole base knows her, though she's never far from one of her boys. And they know what it means if Ragdoll doesn't like someone.

It's rare, which is why it raises neon red flags. The first time is a new recruit that reaches to pet her without introducing himself first. She twists around on him, but usually even that would be recoverable. Except when he keeps trying to touch her, she gets a whiff of him and hisses, scrambling away.

The guy doesn't last long.

It happens again a few weeks later with a nurse meant to be giving her checkup. She gets low to the table, tail poofing up, and growls low in her throat. When the nurse rolls her eyes and tells Price to just hold his hybrid still so they can get things over with, he knows instantly that his little ragdoll was right to react that way.

With that in mind, it's no surprise that no one trusts Philip Graves when he visits their base and she takes an instant dislike to him. He introduces himself correctly, but she still hard reverses away from him, nose scrunched up. Ears back, tail fluffing up, she slips behind Price and glares from around his arm.

Problem is, Graves is used to dog hybrids. He's great with them. Kitties... not so much, even with a manual. Ends his week at the base with a couple of proper bite marks and an itchy scratch on his hand.

Given her reaction, Simon and Johnny aren't too shocked when he betrays them in Las Almas.

When a team from KorTac is scheduled for a joint assignment, the 141 is bracing for a similar reaction. Especially because they have their own cat hybrid - some big mixed breed.

Kyle even suggests keeping Ragdoll inside for initial introductions on the tarmac, but they all know that's not actually viable. Their kitty wouldn't talk to them for the rest of the day if they left her out like that.

So Price double checks that her little bell-collar is on and brings her out to meet the KorTac team.

Their cat hybrid is even bigger than expected - no wonder he's a combat placement despite being a domestic breed. He keeps his face hidden behind a big black hood with cutouts for his ears, fluffy tail slightly tangled-looking.

Price hasn't even finished introductions with the KorTac team when she makes a rolling little chur noise, bright and curious. The bigger hybrid zeros in on her instantly, ears flicking. She pads out from behind the captain and slips away before he can catch her. Any calls for her to come back are fully ignored.

She trots right up to the Austrian and mrrps again, pausing mid-step, waiting for a response. The other hybrid doesn't respond - at least he doesn't seem to.

"Sorry, kitten, but he doesn't really do the cat noises," Declan tries to tell her. But he's also ignored, and no sooner has he spoken than she's getting into the other cat's space, continuously making little "brr" noises.

And then to everyone's shock, he's bending down to greet her in return, nuzzling her cheek and forehead through the hood. She starts to purr, pressing up close, tail swishing lazily. A noise erupts from him, deep and rough, rattling in his chest. Johnny jumps and snatches at her shirt, dragging her back to the safety of their team.

She mewls sadly, arms extended to reach for him.

"He's growling, Doll," Johnny corrects, arms curling around her middle. For the first time ever she starts to wriggle. "He's too big for you to mess with."

"I... wasn't growling," the Austrian pipes up. "I apologizes if I caused alarm."

Johnny shoots him an incredulous look.

"Then what was that?" Kyle asks, confused.

"I don't... often purr."

Price takes one look at their still-wiggly kitty and the Austrian leaning towards her, as if wanting to follow, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Shit."

Housewife

Part - 1

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

"Do you have anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" You hated this. First days were known to be horrible for a reason. Why on earth would you want to tell a room full of strangers some random fact about you? They don't care if you have a pet nor do they want to know why you're here. The room was dead silent waiting for you to hurry up and sit down. "Umm-"

"What's your cup size?" A boy asked making the other kids in the class snicker. The dark-haired boy next to him smiled shaking his head in disapproval. "Steven I'm not doing this with you today, out." Steven groaned already grabbing his books. "But miss-" With a stern point of the finger she spoke again. "Out!" The class once again fell silent and you couldn't possibly feel more uncomfortable. You've done nothing wrong yet within 5 minutes you feel everyone staring at you with disdain.

Once the door closed behind Steven the teacher spoke again. "I'm terribly sorry Y/n. Just take Steven's spot for today and we'll figure the rest out tomorrow." A simple nod was all you could muster. All you had was a pencil in your hand and a bright yellow notebook sitting on top of your new desk. You closed your eyes trying to fast-forward time. This was the last class of the day and it could honestly not be worse. "Don't worry about him he's a dick." The note on your desk read. The boy to your left looked at you then the paper wanting you to send the note back.

With a quick scribble, you handed him the paper. A huffed laugh left his lips as he read "You are what you eat." The note was then crumpled and shoved into his pocket. That seemed to be the end of your conversation with the stranger but you pushed further. Leaning to the side you whisper, "What's your name?" Instead of saying anything he opened up his notebook. The black and white cover was scuffed showing obvious signs of use. He lifted the book showing you the inside. With a single word written in big letters. 'Billy.'

The class went on, no more pleasantries being exchanged. The bell rang signaling the tiring day was over. You were going to say something else to Billy but he was up and gone by the time you looked up. "So much for that." You mumbled as you got up. The movies always showed the new girl getting all the attention. Everyone tries to quickly mold her into their cult-like clique. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or the way you wore your hair that made you look like a prude. Growing up with your grandparents sets you up for a life of social isolation.

The parking lot was crowded but not crowded enough to not see your bright red car. Just as visible was the short-haired boy sitting on the hood. "Get off my car." You scolded flatly. "Holy shit this is yours!? How'd you get it?" He asked bouncing with joy. "It's my dad's so I don't want you sitting on it. Thanks." You tossed your bags in the car as he continued talking. Just a second ago you were praying Billy would keep up some conversation. Now you're wanting nothing more than to get home. "Man look it's Christine!" He shouted as the girl next to him covered her ears. "Is he always this loud?" She laughed at the question shaking her head up and down. "Unfortunately. I'm Tatum, so you're the new girl everyone's talking about?"

A puzzled look fell over your features. "Who's talking about me?" Before she could answer Billy walks up to the car. "This is nice." His blabbering friend seems disappointed with that answer. "Nice? It's fucking awesome! Can we ride in it?" He turns to beg you. Billy looked over at you raising his eyebrows in silent confusion. "I don't even know you." What part of 'dads' car did he not understand? "I'm Stu, this is Billy."

"We've met." Billy says gesturing towards you. "it's nice to meet you Stu but I don't give rides to strangers." He walks over throwing his arm over your shoulder. Way too much physical contact from someone you don't know. "Well you know my friend Billy and now you know me. I'd say we're all friends here." Tatum rolls her eyes at her friend's antics. "If you two are going to harass this poor woman I'm leaving. I've got to catch up with Sydney. See ya, babe." She blew a kiss at Stu which he caught.

"Pleaseeeee." He begged. Just as Billy was about to intervene you agreed. "Fine but no food, drink, cigarettes, or really anything that could mess up this car. Got it?" You laid out the rules as you climbed into the driver's seat. Stu bit his lip nodding his head. "Yes ma'am. Come on man." Stu said as he jumped in the car. Billy stood awkwardly looking down at his feet. His eyes nervously looked around almost like he was late for something. "Go without me I've got some errands to run." Stu stuck his head out of the window. You tapped the steering wheel impatiently. "Come on man Christine is like your favorite movie." At this, Billy laughed.

"No, I think you're confusing things. A murderous car is definitely more your speed." At this point, you regretted saying yes to Stu. "Please come with us I don't trust him." Stu covered his heart in fake hurt. "If you should be worried about anybody you should worry about Billy." You seriously doubted that. Sure he was quiet and a little unnerving but he might just be shy. "Fuck it." His hands smack his thighs in defeat. Stu loudly rejoices at his friend's surrender. "Get in the back."

You figured Stu would put up a fight considering he was there first. Yet he opened the door with sad eyes and quietly got into the back. It was strange. You weren't sure how long these two had been friends but it was an odd dynamic. "Why do you get to sit next to her?" Stu whined from the back seat. "Because she doesn't trust you." A laugh forced its way from your throat. "Who said I trusted you? According to him, I should be careful around you." You pointed to the man in the back who gladly smiled. Billy propped his arm on the window shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry but dressed like that you need to be careful with everyone."

"Gotta agree with him on that. You look like Betty Crocker." Stu leaned his head on the seat between you and Billy. "Don't get me wrong it's kinda sexy but still very grandma." With a roll of your eyes, you started the car, hearing the engine purr to life. The boy next to you cracked such a small smile you'd have to catch it on camera for proof that it happened. "This is amazing! I fucking love you, Betty Crocker." Stu kissed you on the cheek making your nose crinkle. At that, Billy actually laughed. Nothing too dramatic though. "Ew can you not touch me at all? Jesus Christ." With one hand on the wheel, you took the other to wipe your cheek.

"Now you see what I put up with," Billy adds. "Oh, so you kiss him too huh?" You drove out of the parking lot heading to the main road. "Only on weekends." Stu shrugged. You giggled but Billy didn't seem to find anything funny. "So what brings you to this hell hole?" He asks still keeping his eyes out the window. "Me and my moved into my grandparent's house after they passed. He found a good job here too so ta-da here I am" Stu leaned forward to press buttons on the dash which you promptly swatted his hand away. "What is your deal with this car?"

Stu seemed shocked you had to even ask. "It's Christine baby! The man-eating car." You blinked a few times a little confused. "You know the John Carpenter film? Came out in 1983. Same guy that directed Halloween with Michael Myers." Billy seemed interested in this conversation more so than others. His whole body seem to turn towards you actively listening to anything you had to say. "Of course, I know Halloween I've just not seen Christine." It was Billy's turn to pick at you. "You're telling me you've never seen Christine but you've got the car?"

He must be brain-dead to think you got a car based on a movie. "This is a 58' Plymouth. It is way older than the Christine movie. I've got the original if you ask me." Stu looked like he was adding numbers to fact-check your math. Billy on the other hand had the same stoic expression on his face. His eyes dragged up and down you seemingly trying to figure out something. "Say where do you two live?" Stu gave out directions to his house without hesitation. "You can just drop me off at his place." You nod in Billy's direction as you focus on the road.

"Why do you dress like this?" Billy picks at the fabric of your dress. It seems no one in this town knows what personal boundaries are. But you guess it beats the awkwardness of a new friendship. With these two it's like you jumped ahead. "I like it." Plain and simple. Billy wasn't buying it either was Stu. "It's more than just that. You know people look at you differently do you get off on that sort of thing?" The question was rude. If you had a backbone of any sort you throw him out of the moving car. Being a people pleaser however made you give him an honest answer. "Maybe. Do I notice when people look at me hatefully? Duh. But at the end of the day, I'm happy they looked at me at all. I mean you both look like every other teenage boy out there. You don't want to stand out?"

Stu liked your answer it was honestly one he could relate to. "No, we like to blend in." That was all Billy said. It was a change from the chattiness before. "Well, what about you Stu?" Billy turned to look back at the boy. Meanwhile he was happy at being included. When it was just him with some girls he could say whatever he felt like. When Billy was around things were different. Just with his eyes he could tell Stu what and what not to say. He didn't mind of course he loved Billy more than he would ever know really. Plus he knew his personality could be a lot for new people. It was nice to have someone to let him know when enough was enough.

"Like he said we like to blend in. We're not big attention whores." He laughed. You don't think the comment was aimed at you but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt by it. "What's your name?" Stu asked while he lay down in the back seat. "Y/n." Billy once again needed more of an answer. "Y/n what?" He was looking for a last name. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Stu's eyes shot back and forth between you two. "I would. That's why I asked."

"Well, you ask too many questions. Unless you're looking to change my last name I don't know why you'd need to know." Billy wasn't mad. Aggravated sure but not mad. You were smart. Not smart enough to tell two psychos to fuck off but smart enough to not hand out personal information easily. He'd have to work for it which he loved to do. "Is your place down this road Stu?" The boy perked up. A little sad that the ride was over. "Yeah just go on down."

"What are you doing this weekend?" Billy asked seeing his window of opportunity was closing. "Nothing much why?" More boring and cryptic answers. "We should come over to your place this weekend seeing as nothing's going on." Billy looked at his friend for backup. "Absolutely! I could bring a copy of Christine and we could get mad wasted!" Billy closed his eyes regretting asking him for anything. "I don't drink. Never had a reason to."

"Well, Ms. Crocker I'm giving you one." Unfortunately for these two you had self-preservation skills. Getting drunk with two men you don't know at your house is not smart. They act like you haven't seen any scary movies. "I'm not getting drunk with you two. I'll think about hanging out this weekend but no drinking. My dad would kill me if he knew I had two dudes in the house let alone drunk dudes." Billy could work with that. Stu was practically jumping at the idea to hang with you. For once he didn't have ulterior motives. He couldn't say the same for his friend who had that gleam in his eye he's seen before.

You pulled into the driveway saying goodbye to your new friends. "See you at school tomorrow?" Billy asked knowing the seat you occupied today would be permanently vacant so you could stay next to him. "Unfortunately. Bye, losers." You waved at the guys ready to get the hell home. The boys watched as you pulled away, the bright red car was easy to follow down the road. "What do you think about her?" Billy asked his friend. "She's alright man. Needs better taste in movies but I can fix that." Billy agreed but something just wasn't sitting right with him. In one day you managed to weasel your way into their lives. He wasn't sure if he wanted to watch movies with you or make you the star of one.

Part 2

A/N: I've been writing for about 5 years now but I'm new to the Scream fandom. I just recently watched the first movie and I can't seem to get these two out of my head so feedback is greatly appreciated! See ya lovelies 💞

I’m soooooo obsessed with your poolverine! Especially where Logan is fucking reader while Wade watches!

But what if Wade gets so desperate that he cums untouched just humping his rosey leaking cock into the air as he watches Logan fill you round after round

teehee thank you!! and this is so delish oh my goood <33 // cw: SMUT; afab!reader; poly with set power dynamics (dom logan, sub reader n sub wade); voyeurism; praise kink // divider by @/plutism

it’s—

it’s heinous, really, how wolve-fuckin’-rine could just go for hours fucking you, breeding you, while leaving wade leaking like a motherfucker. tearing up too, sure, but he’s still got his mask on so they can all pretend that he isn’t truly crying.

(he’s actually weeping but, well, semantics.)

it started the way it always does.

“stay there, bub,” logan sniped, his grin just a bite too mean, but wade didn’t even fight back because the three of you are used to this back-and-forth; of logan taking you like even after all these years, he still had to stake his claim, while wade was made to wait.

after all, this game is one of a hunt; it starts with wade waiting, raptly watching the way logan devours you, before being allowed the scraps—licking logan’s cum off your cunt, wade’s tongue pushing you to another shaking orgasm.

a hyena that is allowed to feast after the lion had its fill.

but it was different today—logan was more mean. he was more impatient to wade.

logan kept going; fucking his thick fingers in your cunt, crooning how he was doing this for your own good.

“shh, yer not ready for pups yet, darl,” he hummed, a heavy hand pressing down on your stomach to stop your thrashing; holding you down to force his thick fingers in, and scooping out his cum amidst the squelches of your cunt.

you keened, fisting the sheets as tears leaked out of your eyes, wetting your already-damp cheeks.

“s’too much!” you cried, unable to stop your hiccupping. “l’gan, please!”

but logan just nuzzled his maw on the inside of your thighs, puffing out breathy chuckles.

wade was straining then, his grip breaking the wooden arm rests. he ignored the splinters digging into his flesh, unable to do anything that wasn’t watching.

waiting.

he was slowly realizing that he would not have his turn today.

logan has you in a mating press now.

you’ve yelled so many times, warning logan—warning them—that you’re cumming but there was no gushing squirt nor trickling cum, and the two of them realize with hitched breaths that logan’s finally fucked you into dry orgasming.

it was a delicious sight, one that pushed wade to finally free his cock from inside his suit.

logan had shot him a gleeful look, his ravenous eyes tracking down the mess that wade has become—heaving chest, leaking cock, mask finally damp with his tears.

(you’ve glanced at your lover too, devouring how he looks, ever so patiently waiting even when he’s been denied for hours now.

wade always chirps. he’s always filled the silence with his chatter, but he’s been so, so quiet today. like he’s at a loss for words, unable to sound any more that isn’t ragged wheezes. like by staying quiet, he’s able to force himself to not jump you or to not touch his own cock.

fuck, what a good boy wade is.)

“almost, bub,” logan murmurs to wade, humping his cock in you like he’s affirming his own words. the action forces another choked moan out of you, and wade’s cock jumps, pre- dripping down his length.

logan tracks it throughout.

“yeah?” wade finally rasps out, his voice sounding so utterly broken. “y’fuckin’ swear?”

logan rolls his eyes at his words before huffing a fond laugh.

“swear on it,” logan replies, licking at his salty lips.

he pauses, turning his attention back to you. he ruts his cock in, nudging at the pudgy walls of your pussy with a pleasured hiss.

(you’re an unbelievable marvel, peanut. all soft and sweet.

all so delicious.)

amidst your high-pitched squeals, logan shoots wade another glance. he looks even more hungry now, and wade doesn’t get to ask his stuttered ‘what?’ when logan croons, “‘fore that, won’t y’cum for me, pool?”

wade’s body jumps to obey the order, only—

“but no touchin’ yerself.”

the whine wade lets out is so pathetic and broken, but it only makes logan smile wider, like he knows wade would be a good mutt and follow his command—

jesus. thinking about logan praising him just made him ultra-horny.

wade shuffles on his spot without a word, legs parting even wider to make it easier for himself. he’s so busy squirming at the feeling of the cool air wrapping around his cock that he’s missed you and logan changing positions on the bed—you’re riding logan now, your back to his chest, with logan’s chin hooked on your shoulder as the two of you watch wade.

wade curses underneath his breath when he finally looks up, and it tickles a giggle from you. it quickly peters into a high keen when logan fucks you up the length of his cock before dropping you down, using gravity to sit you snug and stuffed full.

fuck.

wade’s bitten moans spill into the hot space between the three of you, and he wonders: between you and wade, who is logan’s prize?

whose keening desperation is logan watching?

wade humps at nothing, unable to stop himself anymore. he times it with logan’s manhandling of your body—thrusting up when logan grasps at the back of your thighs to lift you up from his cock; then pressing back down on the couch when logan drops you back to engulf the entirety of his length.

wade’s not even embarrassed to admit that it doesn’t even take a while before his whole body is locking, pleasure and desperation mixing like a vice to grip at his body.

his orgasm builds—

“cum f’me, wade,” logan sings, sounding so utterly soft like he’s not in control of both you and wade’s pleasures, but wade has always been logan’s good boy. always been desperate for logan. always—

his orgasm rips him apart—that is the only way wade can explain it.

it wracks his body with unimaginable tremors, like wade’s body is undergoing its own earthquake. he nearly blacks out at the pleasure, and it should be embarrassing—it will be, later when logan’s cock is in his throat and your strap is fucking wade’s hold, and the two of you are murmuring how wade is your precious and desperate little cum slut—but right now, he basks in the pleasure and the pride shining in logan’s eyes.

jesus fuck. that was good.

biting a rock bcuz this one rlly had me sweating like mmmmy god

im so sorry if this is bad 😣 wrote this while walkin’ around the mall so it might be choppy n clipped in some parts GAH

This was so sweet!

KNY Headcanons: When The Uzui’s All Fall For the Same Woman

Featuring: Tengen Uzui, Hinatsuru Uzui, Makio Uzui, and Suma Uzui

TW: Mentions of pregnancy, brief mention of childbirth, family death, mostly fluff, mostly the Uzui’s simping over a pretty fiesty woman

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Hinatsuru

-The demons were defeated, humanity was saved, everything was right with the world now. Nobody had to fight anymore or risk their lives so new life could finally be created. Hinatsuru was the first of the Uzui Wives to fall pregnant, now round with the first heir to her beloved Tengen she found it a bit difficult to be useful around the large home.

-She tried her best to help the others with cleaning and maintaining the home but she grew tired far to quickly and she found herself constantly hungry.

-While out purchasing vegetables from the market her keen nose caught scent of a wonderfully delicious smell. Before she could realize it her feet carried her towards the smell until she arrived at a small family owned restaurant.

-“Welcome!”, a chipper voice called out from inside.

-Hinatsuru, although embarrassed by her salivating mouth, slowly entered the restaurant to be greeted by the most beautiful woman she’d ever laid her eyes on. She felt her heart skip a beat and felt her skin warm at the sight of the bustling woman.

-“Welcome Madam, please hav- oh.”, you stopped mid sentence noticing Hinatsuru’s round belly, “Oh I’m so sorry for making you wait. Here sit here on this bench, I’ll get an entra cushion for you to sit on.”

-Hinatsuru was awestrucked by your consideration and kindness, you seated her at a raised booth seat table with extra cushions to sit on. She was careful to sit and grateful for your help, “What can I get for you today madam?”, you asked sweetly pouring her a fresh cup of herbal tea.

-Hinatsuru lost in her lovestruck daze didn’t quite hear you but you were calm and patient waiting for her response. She blinked about four times before realizing you’d been speaking to her, “O-Oh! I’m so sorry…I…umm…everything sounds so good but I’m afraid it might be to heavy for me.”

-“We have a ramen in a light soy milk broth and the noodles are made from bread flour, and topped off with charred vegetables. Perfect to fill an empty stomach and revitalize a tired body.”, you offered her the perfect meal which she happily ordered.

-Hinatsuru was surprised by your consideration and kind heart, most people would often shun her or degrade her for being pregnant and wandering about unaccompanied by her husband but you were different. You looked at her with the fondest gaze, gave her a warm smile, and treated her like a proper woman.

-“Here you are Madam, please call out to me if you need anything else.”, you presented her food to her with a bow of your head, “Please enjoy.”

-Hinatsuru did indeed enjoy her meal, the broth was light and flavorful, the noodles perfectly cooked and bouncy, and the charred vegetables were the best addition to the meal. She was full and the warmth of the broth melted away the ache from her tired muscles and provided her the energy she needed to get home.

-“Thank you so much for the meal it was delicious. I wish you great success and patronage for your lovely restaurant.”, Hinatsuru hummed in delight ready to head home.

-You smiled at her kind words and took her bags from her while offering her your arm to hold, “Thank you kindly for your compliments, I called in a favor from a friend of mine to take you home. You shouldn’t overexert yourself, your health is just as important as the baby’s.”

-She was surprised to see a wagon waiting outside for her, “Mamoru you better take her straight home or I’m poisoning your food the next time you come in!”, you growled playfully tossing a bag of steamed buns at him.

-“I already said I would have some faith in me you brat! Just as mean as your father, you should learn to be more lady like for your own sake (Y/n)!”, the man whined before stuffing a bun in his mouth.

-Hinatsuru couldn’t help but smile at your friendly bickering, she placed her bags at the edge of the wagon ready to lift herself up but she was pleasantly surprised when she was raised up onto the wagon.

-“There you go. Be careful getting home miss, if you’re ever hungry again come back and visit us.”, you smiled gently setting her onto the wagon.

-Hinatsuru could feel the warmth in her face, her smile was giving her away but she couldn’t help her wildly beating heart. She was falling in love, without realizing she was being wooed by a kind waitress.

-The wagon slowly began to move and Hinatsuru gasped realizing she hadn’t properly thanked you for the ride, she quickly raised her arm up into the air to wave you goodbye. “Th-Thank you so much (Y/n), I’ll be back again soon. Thank you for the delicious meal.”, she shouted just loud enough for you to hear.

-You smiled and waved her off, on the ride home Hinatsuru inquired more about you from the wagon driver who was more than happy to spill everything he knew about you. Hearing that your kind disposition and playful demeanor were truly who you were made her smile grow.

-Eventually the wagon made it to the Uzui mansion where the rest of the family waited patiently for their pregnant wife to return home. Makio and Suma helped unload the bags while Tengen helped Hinatsuru down from the wagon. The three remaining Uzui members noticed a change in their round wife and it piqued their curiosity.

-“Hina what happened out there today? Was it something good, you’re smiling a lot right now.”, Tengen chuckled pressing a kiss to her temple.

-Hinatsuru was indeed smiling and it was a smile of love, “I met an Angel today.”, was all she could say before happily waddling back into the manor.

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Makio

-Hinatsuru had never been the same after that outing, she was far more bubbly and loving despite the pressure that came with being pregnant. Everyone else was curious but decided not to act on their instincts, everyone except Makio that is.

-She took it upon herself to investigate and quickly realized that Hinatsuru had fallen in love, now the question was with who?

-She followed Hina out on one of her weekly supply runs and found her admiring the hairpins at a local accessory vendor. She found one that seemed a bit odd for her taste and bought it before continuing through the town. Eventually she found her at a small family restaurant and followed her in.

-“Table for two please.”, Makio announced to the host, Hinatsuru froze once she realized she’d been caught. They were both quickly seated at a raised table and Makio glared daggers at her wife.

-“Care to explain yourself?”, she growled.

-Hinatsuru opened her mouth to say something only to be interrupted by a sweet boisterous voice, “Hina! Look how big you’ve gotten, I’m sure you’ve got a healthy baby boy in there.”

-Makio noticed Hinatsuru’s body soften up and the smile that graced her face once another woman arrived at the table. “A friend?”, Makio thought watching as the woman hugged Hinatsuru tight around her shoulders.

-“What can I get for you today? Any special cravings?”, the woman asked.

-“Hmm something a bit spicy and my regular tea please.”, Hina ordered, flashing a pleading glare at Makio to behave. The waitress smiled and turned to Makio ready to take her order, “I…I’ll take an order of spicy tuna onigiri please.”, Makio requested in a stumbled voice.

-“Of course madam, right away. By the way you have very lovely eyes.”

-Makio felt her heart skip a beat at such a straightforward comment, no one was ever so bold to openly praise her like this let alone another woman. Once the waitress left she leaned forward with a judging stare, “Is she who you’ve been coming to see every week?”, she growled.

-Hinatsuru didn’t hesitate to say ‘yes’. “Can you blame me? (Y/n) is just so charming and considerate, you’d love her if you’d give her a chance.”

-“Hina we are married. Lord Tengen has three wives, three, and you’re pregnant! Why would you fall in love with someone else at such a delicate time?”, Makio growled.

-Hina’s smile dropped just a bit, she couldn’t help but sigh easily understanding what Makio meant, “Remember when we were talking about how the manor seemed to be lacking something? I think the manor was lacking the person who could truly make home feel like home. Ever since peace came to Japan it’s felt like we’ve been growing distant despite our shared joy over my pregnancy. I think that (Y/n) is the piece we’ve been missing. She’s kind hearted, playful, mischievous, reliable, she’s just…so lovely.”, Hina hummed in content.

-Makio groaned listening to every word that came from her pregnant wife, it was true that the family lacked something. A spark you could say, but Makio was almost certain that it was just everyone’s need for a baby not so much another person to love.

-She gave it a try, she properly greeted you and talked with you while you worked. No matter how she tried to sway the conversation you followed her lead, listening to her, adding a comment here and there. You were so easy to get along with, Makio could finally understand what Hina meant.

-While sharing a conversation a robber barged in with a gun pointing it at anyone that moved, Makio stood up tall pulling her kunai from her thigh but stopped when she felt a warm grip on her arm. You were stopping her, “Protect Miss Hina.”, you ordered, the light in your eyes slowly fading as you tied up your hair and sleeves.

-Makio did as told and watched as you slowly moved towards the rogue robber, everyone stayed still while you kept direct eye contact with your opponent. He was inexperienced, you could tell from his stance and from the rattling of his arm, “I feel sorry for you.”, you sighed throwing a plate in the air that his frenzied eyes followed.

-While he was distracted you rushed for his wrist and stabbed his wrist with your hairpin forcing him to drop the gun. You were strategic and cold with your movements, as quickly as he’d entered you’d incapacitated him and knocked him unconscious by slamming the back of his head into the wall.

-“Did she just-“ “She sure did Makio. (Y/n)’s not trained like us but she knows a thing or two about self defense.”, Hinatsuru sighed in relief knowing that everyone was now safe.

-The restaurant was closed early that day because of the incident and the two Uzui wives noticed the sudden sadness in your eyes. Your favorite hairpin had broken because of the excessive force you used to stab the man and now you were upset about it. Makio noticed this and remembered the hairpin that Hinatsuru had purchased earlier. “This was for her wasn’t it?”, Makio smiled.

-Your wagon driver friend was taking the Uzui wives home again and Hina nodded from her place on the edge of the cart. Makio smiled and ran to thank you for protecting them, she hugged you tight which certain helped your mood a bit. “Here this is for you, thank you so much for today. We’ll be back.”, Makio smiled placing the box in your hand before running off.

-The cart was almost out of sight when you finally decided to open the box, your smile widened and a blush formed across your face from ear to ear, it was a new hairpin just for you. “Those ladies are so sweet.”, you hummed feeling your heart skip a beat.

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Suma Uzui

-Now Suma was a surprise to the whole family because she already knew you beforehand, on a rather stressful day you’d helped her in the market when her bag had ripped and her produce had been trampled on by a carriage. She was in tears, a blubbering mess really but you were there to lend a helping hand.

-“Miss?”, you called out offering her your hand, “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be on the floor crying, here give me your hand.”

-She took your hand and sniffled while trying to wipe away her tears, you smiled softly at her and gently wiped away her tears with the sleeves of your kimono. “No need to cry, everything will be alright, here I’ll help you.”, you offered her your arm before leading her back into the market. The produce owner that she’d just bought from replaced everything for her after you’d whispered something into his ear.

-Although you seemed like a fair innocent woman you were in fact a intellectual and conniving person with knowledge about several misdeeds from everyone in town. You only played dirty with those who deserved it and a man that charges a poor woman double for his poor produce was certainly an example.

-Suma thanked you for the help and offered you an apple as a thank you since she had nothing else, you smiled and took the token of appreciation before giving her something in exchange. A small box of homemade daifuku mochi, she gasped in surprise and felt her stomach grumble to the thought of eating the mochi.

-You two exhanged goodbyes and she noticed a pretty little moon shaped charm dangling in your hair, she recalled the stories that Makio and Hinatsuru had shared with her about a kind hearted woman that looked like a goddess and gasped realizing it was you.

-It wasn’t much of a surprise when you two met again at the family restaurant when she went back with Makio and Hinatsuru. Months had passed and Hina was close to delivering so she wouldn’t be able to visit anymore after today. The moment Suma saw you in the male restaurant uniform she gasped loudly in shock and pointed at you a bit dramatically.

-Makio knocked a heavy punch into the back of her head forcing her to behave and sit down, you laughed and argued with Makio not to be mean and gently rubbed the back of Suma’s head with your gentle hand.

-Just like the other Suma was bewitched by you, your personality allowed you to fit perfectly with everyone and you protected Suma from any unnecessary pain that Makio tried to cause her. You all chatted away like old friends completely lost in conversation and the food you prepared, Suma felt the spark just like the others. There was love in your eyes for each of them but you knew better then to act on it.

-The three Uzui wives left that say happy to see you and didn’t return until about two weeks later when Suma arrived at the restaurant in tears, “(Y/n)! (Y/n) please you have to come with me!”, she cried out panting for breath.

-“Su! Suma what’s the matter? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”, you screamed in a panic noticing her collapse at the entryway.

-Suma clung to you in tears, “H-Hina…th-the baby. The baby is coming but the midwife won’t make it in time, we need help please, we aren’t sure what to do!”, she cried begging you to help.

-You dropped everything at that very moment, th restaurant owner shouted at you to get back to work but you couldn’t knowing that the Uzui family needed you. You picked Suma up without hesitation and rushed out to Mamoru to ask for his horse. Naturally he was swayed by money and allowed you to take his horse, you helped Suma on before jumping on yourself and rode back to the Manor.

-She enough you could hear Hinatsuru’s screams of pain, you barged in and at that moment you met Lord Tengen who watched on in pain seeing Hinatsuru suffering. “Makio…get me a pail of warm water, Suma get me extra mats or sheets for the mess.”, you instructed calmly.

-“And who do you think you are?”, Tengen growled standing up and towering over you for being here at such a delicate time.

-“(Y-Y/n)!”, Hina cried from her place on the floor.

-You glared at Tengen who stood in your way and coldly stated, “Mortality rates are high during child birth, I’m the best shot you’ve got at keeping Hina and the baby alive. Now move and get out of my way.”

-Tengen was shocked by your attitude but your eyes showed how you truly felt, you were just as scared as him, but you were ready to help any way that you could. Tengen stepped aside allowing you to go to Hinatsuru, “It’s alright, everything will be okay now. Just bare with me.”, you begged softly pressing a delicate kiss to her clammy forehead.

-Suma and Makio arrived with the things you’d requested and you asked Tengen to find you a long rope or sash, he followed your command without question and returned with the labor rope and the pulley for it. Makio and Tengen both jumped up to the raptors above to tie the pulley and prepare the rope while you began to count Hina’s contractions.

-“Suma, Makio, stay here and help me. Lord Tengen I apologize for my boldness but I must ask you to leave, this isn’t something men should see.”, you ordered him out with the promise that Hina would be okay. Tengen nodded his head sitting outside of the room and guarding the door while you all helped Hina give birth. It was a long and exhausting process, her screams echoed through the manor for what seemed like hours but eventually the small cry of an infant echoed through the Manor.

-Tengen waited patiently to be let into the room, Suma was the one to get him. She was in tears, smiling and praising him for the family’s first baby. Makio was inside supporting Hinatsuru’s head on her thighs while the baby softly cried on her bare chest. “It’s a boy, a healthy baby boy.”, Hina smiled.

-Tengen smiled back at his tired wife and looked around for any signs of you to thank you but you were no where to be found. The room was cleaned of any mess and you were long gone, faded away into the night to allow the family their chance of peace and happiness.

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Tengen Uzui

-Six days! You had disappeared for six days after the birth of his son and you were no where to be found. Tengen was furious with you, how dare you come into his home order him around and then leave like that when he was just starting to like you.

-Lord Tengen was a force to be reckoned with, a retired demon slayer, a former shinobi, and powerful regardless of his missing arm and eye. Everyone knew better then to be in his way especially now since he looked like a man on a mission. He arrived at the family restaurant that Makio had told him about and was ready to carry you away back home but something was different.

-“Excuse me but where is your waitress? Miss (Y/n), is she in?”, Tengen asked confidently, peering around the restaurant for any sign of you.

-You boss, the owner of the restaurant, scoffed in annoyance and muttered something about you being at the graveyard nearby. Tengen was curious why you’d be at such a sad place but simply kept to himself and left without bothering much more.

-Sure enough he found you in the graveyard, kneeling in front of a large tombstone that you’d just cleaned, “Father I hope you can hear me, I hope you can find it in you to be happy for me despite never being able to provide you the grandchild you wanted so much. I never got to experience the love you and mom had but I finally got a glimpse of it. I finally got to see what true love was and experience what a family was.”, you spoke aloud to yourself.

-Tengen made his presence known with a small cough which quickly gained your attention, you gasped seeing him and he could only smile at you as he joined you in the ground and paid his respect to your family.

-“Shouldn’t you be at home taking care of Hina?”, you growled.

-“Shouldn’t you have stayed so we could’ve thanked you for all your hard work? The midwife and doctor both passed Hinatsuru and the baby with a clean bill of health and it was all thanks to you.”, Tengen smiled, gently resting his hand on your head to comfort you.

-You fell silent to the news but ultimately nodded your head as fresh tears started to fall from your eyes, “Th-That’s good…I’m glad they’re both fine and loved.”, you sobbed.

-Tengen didn’t like seeing you cry like this and gently wiped away your tears with his thumb, “Now don’t cry, it’s not very becoming of a woman like you. I like it better when you’re snarky and happy then when you cry.”, he chuckled.

-You couldn’t help but chuckle at his bursting overconfidence, how could he speak so casually to you like this? He had three wives, three, waiting for him at home with his first son. “Why are you here Lord Tengen?”, you asked.

-“Hinatsuru refuses to eat anything we give her, she was never this stubborn until she met you. She said she won’t take care of herself till you come home, you’re unmarried right? You’re boss is your guardian who treats you like dirt doesn’t he? Let me take you away from that, allow me the chance to see what charms you used to make all my wives fall in love with you.”, Tengen answered you boldly already prepared to not take no as an answer.

-You were surprised to hear such a bold demand from him but the smile on your face gave away how you felt, without having to answer Tengen smiled and tossed you over his shoulder with one arm and carried you all the way back home. You protested with him that you could walk and flailed in his arms only to be slapped on your butt by him.

-“You are such a perverted old geezer!”, you growled, punching his back.

-“I am not! You just don’t know when to behave!”, he huffed.

-You two bickered all the way home, Tengen liked your attitude it was refreshing and honestly motherly. You indeed were the missing piece to the family, a fifth pillar of support to all with the social skills necessary for day to day life. The moment the girls saw your tears poured from everyone’s eyes. Suma lunged at you first sobbing that she was angry with you for disappearing like that, Makio smacked you in the back of the head for leaving before hugging you and Hinatsuru… Hinatsuru was just relieved to see her precious Angel again.

-Here you were wanted, you were loved, you were a family and nobody would dare let you go again. You became (Y/n) Uzui the day Hinatsuru fell in love with you and nothing could ever change that.