Double Dare || Part II

Double Dare || Part II

Summary: Several days after the party, Zilpha Geary visits James at his mansion. You  become jealous of James, yet you don't want admit to it. After a short argument you get out of the house, trying to infiltrate East India Company and Helga's brothel. You get hurt and it's when James also starting to realize you ain't indifferent to him anymore... 

Warnings: None

Words: 2546

Requests: By all of you!

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It's only been a couple of days since the party you attended as James Delaney's plus one. Things were almost normal again, you spent almost all of your time at James' mansion. You helped Brace as much as you could, you did whatever it took to stay unnoticeable to James, you didn't want to bother him. It's until that one exact day when loud knocking pulled you out of afternoon nap.

James was glad you were getting as little into his way as only possible, he appreciated this so much. When James heard knocking on the door, he looked at the door from behind of his newspaper. "Will someone get that?," he asked, putting away bottle with alcohol.

You got dressed quickly and went downstairs, bowing head to James as a greeting. You walked to door and opened them. A huge disbelief crept onto your face when you spotted no one else but Zilpha. "Is James home?," she asked coldly and you nodded without a word, shifting aside to let her in.

"Did you finally started to understand that your husband is nothing and you decided to come back to me? Dear sister?," James almost purred the last part.He got up from his chair to greet Zilpha. "Y/N. My dear, would you be so kind and go help Brace? I am sure my sister has some important business to me. After all... She decided to come here."

You couldn't explain the feeling that crawled into your soul. Were you jealous? No. It was impossible. Wasn't it? You made a little curtsy and went to the kitchen.

"Who was that?," Brace asked, he was sitting at the table sipping coffee.

"Lady Zilpha," you snorted viciously. "James sent me here to help you. So. You got anything for me?"

"Actually, yes," servant glared at you briefly. "Get the basket and bring wood from stable."

Meantime Zilpha's hands wrapped around James' neck. "My love," she whispered against his ear.

"Oh... You are such a simple woman, Zilpha. One sight of me in arms of another woman and you come here like a wounded dog," James said wrapping arms around here."Did your jealousy took better of you? Or... Was it just your lust?," he smiled as his hand traveled to gently touch her cheek.

"You're mine. You always have been mine. No slut will change my feelings toward you, my love," her hands moved to his nape.

You went out of kitchen with wooden basket on your hip and you blinked, seeing how James and his 'sister' were cuddling on the main corridor. "Ekhem. Mr Delaney," you said coldly, "I'll be at stable if you'd need me," last part of sentence was almost a growl as you turned to reach back door.

"And you are mine, but somehow you still try to resist me.. And I don't like it. Not even a bit," James said to Zilpha,growling softly. He looked over his shoulder as soon as he heard your voice, man looked annoyed that you dared to interrupt him. "Go,” James simply muttered and his attention returned to Zilpha."So? Where is he? This soft cock you call a husband? You ended up so low sister. With him?," James laughed softly.

"You went abroad. He had fortune. He was kind. And I ended up being his wife. Why? Are my James jealous?," she whispered before slipping tongue into his mouth.

Meantime you went outside of building. You went to stable and collect needed wood. But when you were walking back to mansion, you heard familiar, unpleasant voice. You put basket on the ground and peeked out of the corner. You noticed Zilpha's husband, he was talking to some men.

Meanwhile, James was still snuggling with his sister. "You are really stupid. You are mine!," he growled grabbing her arms tightly."Just being kind is enough for you to lose your head?! I wasn't kind enough for you so you didn't wait?," asked James before pulling her into needed kiss.

At the same time, you were still glaring out of the corner at Thorne Geary and his fellas.

".... and it'll be his definite end," laughed Thorne as one of his mates patted his back.

"This plan can work out. We will help," other man agreed as he smoked a fag, "But you have to guarantee that young whore to us," dude added and your heart stopped.

They meant YOU.

"Tonight, at docks. First we'll infiltrate Delaney's warehouse, the one where the brothel is located," Thorne added as he threw fag away.

With heart in your throat you grabbed the basket and went back home. When you noticed James and Zilpha, you almost vomited.

James pulled away.

"You should go before your WONDERFUL hushedwill come here or I will take his bloody head of his shoulders if he cross the threshold of this house," James said holding Zilpha's cheek. "My sister... My love," James purred quietly.

"Actually, your husband awaits in the garden, Mrs Geary," you said quickly and went to kitchen.

"What kind of grimace is that?," Brace asked as soon as he spotted you.

"Nothing," you put the basket hardly onto table. "I go to my room."

You left room and tried to went upstairs, yet Zilpha and James were blocking a pass. "Ekhem?," you grunted deeply.

Zilpha threw you a mean glance, she smirked wryly at you before kissing James.

 James growled loudly but kissed her back, wrapping his arms tightly.He pulled away after a second. "You really should go now, Zilpha. As much as I don't want it," James muttered nuzzling to her neck.

You rolled your eyes and didn't wait any longer at permission, you simply pushed at the stairs between both of them.

Zilpha grunted when she was separated with James.Yet she bowed her head, nodding. "You're right. But promise me, my love, that we'll meet again, soon."

"We will. I promise you that, my love,”he smiled at her softly, a really rare thing for James. He hated to let her go.

After Zilpha left, James went to your room. "Y/N?" He asked standing in front of your door.

"What?," you didn't bother yourself to be polite to him this time. You were pinning your hair in a bun.

"Your behavior,” he said simply."You were acting like a annoyed child," after these words he opened the door and looked at you.

"Can you close the door?! It's my room after all!," you got up and want to door, closing them. "I don't trust her, that's all."

He opened door with such a force that they slammed against the wall. "Room is yours! But house is mine!," James yelled as he walked to you."And you work for me, at the same time. You act like a little brat around me and my sister," he said moving his face to you."I want to kindly remind you that you work for me."

Oh, how much you wanted to slap his cheek. But you calmed yourself down. "Yeah. Everything's cleaned, I help Brace. I don't know what else I can do, and trust me, I remember house is yours, how could I forget?," you growled as you got up from bed and went to mirror. You put your lipstick on, checking if you looked good.

"I asked about your real work. Spying or thieving," he said looking at you."Not about mopping shit up because this is made up by Brace and you so You not gonna get into my way."

"Yeah," you replied simply as you lurked through your wardrobe. You pulled out a coat and put it on. "But for now I am leaving. I shall be back around late evening so don't wait form me," you informed him and simply left the room.

James shook his head. "Whatever,” he left the room. James returned to his suite. He was mad at Zilpha and you. James missed her and your childish behavior was driving him crazy. He didn't understand why he even cared about you in a first place? James simply shook all feelings off his shoulders and decided to look at some documents he needed.

It took you few hours to get into building of East India Company. You roamed through offices until you noticed some important documents, they included James' surname. After that, you got on the horse which you stole from Delaney's stable and rode to docks. And there everything went wrong. You saw how officers arrested Helga and few of her prostitutes, both girls and boys. You managed to get into warehouse without being spotted, but unfortunately, you fell right onto Thorne.

Meanwhile, Brace knocked to James' room. "Mr Delaney, I believe your horse was stolen."

"What do you mean it was stolen? Who would do that? Maybe that stupid girl, Y/N, took it?," James muttered holding bottle tightly in his hand."She said she is going somewhere."

"It's almost midnight, sir, and she ain't back yet. I'm getting worried," lamented Brace.

James put away the bottle and walked to door, he opened them and looked at Brace. "Let me guess. You want me to go and look after her?," he asked.

"No, sir... You can always ask Atticus to look after her. I'm sorry, James, but to me she became a part of the family. I am worried about her as much as about you," servant stated.

He let out a deep sigh. "I will, I won't really trust him with handling her," James muttered rubbing his face. "Any idea where she could have gone to?"

"I have no idea but she was dressed very fancy. Maybe she tried to infiltrate someone for you?," Brace asked.

"Maybe... But who...,"James snapped his fingers suddenly."East India Company. She had to go there, she knows very well that they have a lot of stuff on me. I think she may go there to get these."

In the interim, Thorne's hands were on you again, like it was at that party few days before.

"Let me go, and I won't kill you," you snapped while other man kissed your neck, leaving a hickey there.

"Shut your filthy mouth, whore. James isn't here, he ain't gonna help you," Geary smirked, his hands slipped beneath your dress.He frowned when he felt a blade of knife under garter.

Within a blink of an eye, you kicked his crotch and when he fell on the floor, you straddled him, cutting his forearm few times.

 It was when two guards pulled you up and outside. There, one of men struggled with you and pulled knife out of your hand. They started to fight with you.

Winter used a brief moment of clumsiness of guards and she ran on the main road.

Atticus was on one of his night rides. He didn't really expected anything special to happen that night.

"Atticus! Atticus!," Winter screamed as soon as she spotted him. "HELP! WE'RE ATTACKED! PLEASE!"

He blinked and looked at young woman. "What? Who? By who?," Atticus asked.

"Don't have a time!," Winter pulled his hand.

The fight got to the place where you were laying on the ground, pinned down by a large dude.He held a blade of knife to your neck, slowly cutting the skin. You whimpered struggling hardly.

When Atticus saw it, he growled. "Bloody great," he pulled out his pistol and gave a warning shot."You better leave her alone or James Delaney himself will rip your balls off and push them to your own throat," man said aiming at dude.

But man didn't bother himself to even look at Atticus. He simply kissed you and stack knife into your shoulder. You squeaked loudly.

"Bloody idiot," Atticus said before shooting the man right in the head. He rushed to you. "You okay?," man asked, helping you up.

Loud hiss escaped your lips as Atticus helped you onto feet again.You simply fell into his arms.

Atticus sighed loudly and looked at Winter. "I will take her to James, can you take his horse and follow me?"

Soon, three of you came back to Delaney's mansion.

"Brace!," yelled Winter, simply stepping into house.

Servant went downstairs and blinked as soon as he noticed Atticus with you in his arms. "JAMES!," Brace yelled.

"We found your little thief! This silly little girl get into East Indian Company building and she ran into some troubles. Thanks God Winter was there and found me," Atticus explained.

 Servant helped James to get you to Delaney's room.

"Get the stuff. We need to take care of this wounds," James shook his head. "Only she could be that stupid to get there."

"Shut up, Delaney," you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes. "You told me to work, so I did," you slipped hand beneath hems of your dress and pulled a folder out. "They're hunting on you. They want to send you to Tower."

James took folder and put it away. "Listen to me now, Y/L/N. You are working with me but it doesn't mean you put your OWN life on a risk. If something is too dangerous you don't go there or make a plan to make this thing less dangerous," he explained then ripped top of your dress open to get access to your wound."Also, you don't hide things from.”

A little blush crept onto your cheeks, you looked at his serious face. "I did it for you. I don't want you to get killed," you stated openly.

"And I don't want you to get killed. For no reason, I know they hunt on me but you can't simply risk your life." He shook his head and looked at Brace. "She will need stitches, that's for sure, do that. I will go get bandages and some more comfortable clothes for her."

Brace put stitches to your shoulder. When he was doing that, you grabbed man's shoulder. "Brace, I can't like this anymore," you exhaled deeply.

"What do you mean, Y/N?," Brace looked at you briefly.

"James...," you stated.

"What with James?," Brace tilted head a little and after a second huge smile appeared onto his lips. "Well, well, do you want to tell me you fell for our Devil?," he teased and you only blushed

James was on his way to your room, his hand grabbed the handle gently. He heard his name and stopped to listen.

"... so yes. You're right. He can be a cold-hearted bastard but you're right, I fell for him. I don't care. To me he's... He's wonderful...," you were saying to Brace.

Servant nodded only, smile never left his lips. "Why don't you tell him?"

"Are ya kidding me, mate?," loud laughter of yours could be heard. "He'll laugh at it. He doesn't care. And to me it's enough to live in same house as he does."

James listened for a longer moment. He put your dress and new bandages on the floor right under the door, he knocked few times on the door, then went to his room.

 As he got there, man sat down on his armchair, thinking about you. Did someone could really fall for him? Was it really possible?

Brace helped you put fresh clothes on, then put you to bed. You hummed softly when servant wrapped blanket around your features. "Good night, Y/N," he said closing door as he left.

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Unexpected Buffing || Logan Howlett x Reader Smut

Summary: You went to a pub all alone and some guys bothered you in a nasty way. Fortunately, a very mysterious and handsome stranger rushed and saved your evening.

Warnings: Unprotected smut!

Words: 2678

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Evening at bar started nicely. You had few shots, enjoying your spare time. Few men tried to flirt with you but you didn't mind it as long as they were keeping a proper distance. You also hit a dancefloor to move your hips to the beat DJ was playing.

Logan entered the bar and quickly got annoyed by the crowds. There was nothing worst than being surrounded by strangers who would gladly try to kill you because of what you were.

He hid hands into his pockets and walked to the bar. Somehow he found a free bar stole, and sitting down he patted on the countertop.

"Barman! Whiskey," Logan ordered before lighting a cigar.

Meantime, two guys approached you on the dancefloor.

"Hey, chicka, you look fine," said one of them.

"Yea, nice figure you have, baby girl," his mate responded happily, simply wrapping arm around your waist and started to dance right behind you, scraped his crotch against your butt.

You turned around, angry grimace on your face as you slapped man's cheek. "Leave me alone, fucker," you snapped and rushed off dancefloor to take a seat across the bar.

Howlett looked behind his shoulder on sudden commotion. Girl got away so he returned to his cigar and drink but still discreetly kept an eye on her as she sat down. Men like this liked to keep horrasing girls until someone would bit them up.

You ordered Margarita and sipped on your drink, checking your phone. Your best friend has written she won't be able to meet you at the bar so you cursed under your breath. "Cunt," you mumbled to yourself and emptied your glass.

But when you tried to get up and leave the club, these two man came to you again. One grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, you felt his stinky breath on your cheek and you almost fainted.

"Where is our kitten about to go? We can guide you back home, doll. What? Is your mommy waiting for her little girl to return?," dude asked, exposing his yellowish teeth.

"Fuck off," you growled, pulling hand out of his grasp. "I am not interested."

Logan had enough. Maybe strangers weren't his favourites but he hated how people could hurt innocent ones just for fun.

He observed you and whole situation to make sure he should or even could ntervene. When the men didn't stop bothering you, Logan got up from his seat and walked to you.

"Hey assholes! You don't have better stuff to do? Girl doesn't want your company, is it so hard to understand?," he growled. "The girl is with me."

You passed a surprised glance to a stranger and moved to stay next to his side. "I'd kick your balls, dicks, but I'm kinda not too sober to do this by my own, but he can," you assured them and wrapped arm around his strong waist.

Thanks God this guy has showed. You knew situation was getting thicker.

Logan smiled and wrapped his arm around you.

"Sure I could, sweetheart, but I got you here to have some fun. I am not in a mood for fights so better fuck off from the girl!," Logan said with deep growl.

Sure, he could just beat them up right there but the last thing he needed was some special attention because of the fight.

One of guys rolled his eyes. "We just wanted to lead lady home, man, cool down."

They observed you for awhile and left when they realised that stranger wasn't in mood for jokes.

"Thank ya," you whispered.

Logan nodded and simply walked back to his his seat. "You better go home or make sure that someone pick you up so you won't get into troubles again," he said sitting down and taking sip of his drink.

You blinked. He simply left you like nothing had happened seconds before. You followed him and took a seat next to him. "Whiskey. Two, actually," you ordered and when bartender poured alcohol to glasses, you handled one to stranger.

Logan looked at you with raised eyebrow. "Are you trying to get into more trouble, girl? Don't hurt yourself with this drink, little one," he said taking the glass from you.

"That's for saving me from distress," you joked lightly, looking at him carefully. "I'm Y/N, and you?"

"I am a Lone Wolf and that's all you need to know," Logan said and looked at you carefuly. "I don't like people harassing others and you really must like getting into trubles. Coming to place like this, alone, dressed like that" he summed up, lighting another cigar and measuring you with his eyes.

You observed him, playing with lock of your hair.

Stranger was tall and handsome, beard was giving him +10 points to charm. His arms and chest were wide and well-built. When he was looking at you, his deeply blue eyes were shining like a stars on the sky.

"I'm not a troublemaker," you assured him softly. "Hey. Tell me, what can I do for you for saving me? I owe you a favour."

"Well, looking at the situation and at you I assume you end in situations like this quiet often," Logan muttered taking a sip from his glass as he looked at you carfully.

You looked nice in tight dress that showed off your beautiful body shape. Hair kinda messy because of the not nice meeting from minutes before.

"You could try and don't get into trouble so I don't have to save you again," Logan said with soft smile. "That would be nice."

"Deal," you smiled and simply took the cigar out of his hand. You inhaled with strong smoke and smiled at him. "Would you mind if I'd ask you to lead me back home?"

He watched you thinking about your proposition. Maybe it was a chance to end the evening nicer than getting drunk or getting into a fight.

"Walk you home you say," Logan pretended to think, rubbing his chin slowly. He moved closer to your ear. "I think I can do that. Just to make sure you will get home safe, litte one," he purred into your ear with soft smile.

You smiled at him and at the same moment you coughed loudly, apparently the smoke from his cigar was too strong for you.

Logan laughed softly and patted your back. "Little girl chocked on real man's cigar? First fight, now this? Let's get you home before you'll kill yourself by accident," he said taking the cigar from you as he got up from the seat. He started walking torward the door, looking over his shoulder. "Ya comming?"

You blushed at his comments yet followed him like a good puppy.

As soon as you both left the pub, you took a deep breath. Evening was rather cold and you shivered when wind blew you right in the face. "What were your purpose on coming here tonight?," you asked him.

"Getting drunk, that's all," Logan answered briefly with a shrug, he removed his jacket and put it around your shoulders.

When you two got to your place, he looked around. "And you live here alone?," man asked.

You hung his jacket on a hanger next to front door and walked to the kitchen to pour yourself a water. "Yea, as you see. Do ya want something to drink?," you offered politely, looking at him above your shoulder.

"I think I'd prefer a snack," Logan said as he sneaked behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as his chest pressed to your back. Logan nuzzled to your hair and then to your shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent. "And you look and smell like a great snack," he purred in a deep voice against your skin.

You parted your lips as you muscles tensed. Not that you didn't want it, you were simply cut off guard when he came to you without warning. His chest was strong and warm and you couldn't help but whimpered quietly. You turned around in his arms and put hands to his stomach. "Oh, do I?"

Logan purred loudly pushing his hips against you slowly. "Yes, you look and smell fucking amazing. I guess it was a right thing to save you tonight," Howlett growled and suddenly picked you up to sit you on the counter.

He rested one hand on your hip, massaging it gently, other hand moved to your nape to pull you into a messy kiss.

You tried to say something but was cut off by the kiss. He tasted wonderful, a mix of strong alcohol and nicotine. You hummed and wrapped arm around his neck, placing other hand at his buttock, squeezing it.

When you broke the kiss, you let out a whimper. "Woah, easy, tiger."

"Nah, I am not this type," he said and pulled you off the counter and walked with you to your bedroom. Your smell was everywhere but bedroom had the stronger scent so he found it easily.

Longan threw you on bed and looked down on you. "Look at you, got into another trouble and you say you ain't a troublemaler, little Y/N," he purred and towered over you. "Let's see what you are hiding under that dreas."

Your cheeks were burning with blush, eyes glistening from unspeakable desire. You say on the bed and reached to your buck to unzip your dress. You took it off your shoulders and laid down, raising your hips to take dress completely off. You tossed it on the floor as you did. Your black lacy underwear emphasized your shape. You looked up at him and moved to the edge of the bed. "Like what you see?," you teased, unbuckling his belt.

"Such a good little girl," Logan purred and moved hand into your hair, stroking them gently. He looked at your body and the lacy underwear. "I like it... But I know what would look even better."

Logan leanded down and quickly ripped your bra in half, he took it off and tossed it on the ground. "I will buy you a new one. Now, get back to work," Logan winked at you.

You were still blushing but you didn't pay attention to this anymore.

You slipped hand into his jeans and stroked his crotch through boxers he was wearing beneath pants. You tugged on his jeans and when they fell down to his ankles, you went down on your knees and tugged his boxers down as well.

He was rather a big sized, thick length was slowly getting harder. You glared up at him and placed a kiss to his tip, then spat on your palm before pumping it around his shaft.

"Come on, don't play with me or I won't be gently with you, sweetheart," he whispered looking down on you, his hand moved trough your hair pulling them gently.

You took his cock into your mouth, you deep-throated him instantly, gagging with his length. Saliva dripped on your boobs from corners of your mouth and you slipped your free hand into your panties, rubbing over your clit.

You bobbed head back and forth, sucking hardly onto his tip. You pulled it out of your mouth to press it against his lower stomach to lick main vain properly and to suck onto his balls.

Logan held your head tightly but didn't control your moves, you did such a good job that there was no point in this.

After a moment he pulled you up. "Such a good girl, how do you think? Did uou deserved the reward?," he asked softly, his thumb traced your lips as he looked into your eyes.

You sucked onto his thumb, nodding eagerly. "I guess so," you answered him with a grin on your lips. You rocked your hips on sides, playing with your panties. You slipped them off. You grabbed his palm and simply guided it between your thighs.

He rubbed fee circles around your already dripping pussy and then  grabbed your legs and picked you up, pushing you on his hard cock. He nuzzled to your shoulder and let out an animalastic, deep growl as he started to move you up and down his member.

Logan started to bite and suck on your skin, making sure to leave a mark so you would have a souvenir after him. "You feel so good around me, little one. So warm and tight, just for me," he purred like a happy wolf. "I'm gonna fill you up and you're gonna be mine."

You hugged to him tightly as from it would depend your life. You were moaning and groaning right into his ear, sometimes muffling your whimpers by kissing his jawline.

"You like it, don't ya, girl?," he chuckled, listening to your moans and every little sound you made.

Logan moved with you to a wall, he pressed your back to it. His hand moved around your neck to squeeze it hard but not enough to hurt you in any way.

You rolled your eyes, pleasure was unbearable to you. His cock was thick, his thrusts hurt you but you enjoyed it oh so much. "Fuck me, just like that, boy," you whimpered. "Fuck me harder, I want it harder, fucking shit," you growled through clenched teeth as your hand moved to squeeze his butt.

Logan gladly used his full strength to pound into you. "As my princess wish. You won't be able to fucking walk tomorrow," he growled and his hand moved from your throat between your bodies to rub your clit. Logan nuzzled to your neck only to inhale your scent and bit hard into your warm flesh.

You squeaked loudly, moving hands to his back and scratching them strongly, leaving bloody marks after your long nails. "I wanna ride your fucking cock," you stated, your eyes on his. "Let me make you feel fucking amazing."

"Not this time, little one. But maybe next time, I promise you that," he purred into your ear as he pressed your clit and stroked more agressivly. "Come on, cum for me, girl."

"So fuck my fucking cunt harder, boy," you teased. Your boobs were bouncing, meeting each one of his thrusts.

Truth was he made your legs shake and you knew you were almost reaching your peak.

He felt how close he was and he wasn't going to hold it. Logan fucked you hard, slamming into your core with a loud growls. Logan kept going like this before pushing as deep as it was only possibe, his hips stuttered and hands rested on the wall, trapping your head between them.

He moved his hips few more times before cumming with a loud roar.

His claws slipped out and stabbed the wall. "Fuck..."

Blissful climax made you unaware what has happened for a few moments. You screamed and a tear streamed down your cheek because you couldn't bear with that amount of pleasure. Your juices mixed with his semen and dripped down your legs when you let go of his waist. So you stand there, naked, in front of a man you knew for two hours.

When you realized the claws were still sticked in the wall, you covered your mouth, cold shiver ran along your spine. "You're a mutant...," your words hung between two of you like an axe.

Logan growled loudly trying to free himself. "Fucking shit." When he finally did he looked at you and nodded slowly. "I am," he muttured and looked away. Logan was sure that soon you would kick him out of your flat because of this.

You didn't say a word. You walked to the bed and laid down, patting place by your side. "Wanna join?"

Logan looked at you, suprised. He looked at you like a deer into the headlights, then he joined you in the bed. "I expected a different reaction," Logan said gently wrapping arm around you.

Next morning ll that left after him was his jacket and few bucks with a little note saying: "For you bra, just as I promised."

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Fuck Me || James Delaney x Reader smut drabble

Summary: Just a brief smut between James & Reader.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Words: 897

Requests: @sebstan-is-bae & @sebastianowelove​

Author: Rouge

His hot breath bathed the back of your neck, and his deep gruff voice came out in a harsh whisper. "Sit down". You complied without a second thought, even though only two words were spoken your thighs were already slick. It’s amazing how his voice, when commanding, turned you on with such force. You rubbed your thighs together slowly on the chair, hoping James won't notice your small act of disobedience. However, you were not that lucky, his hand quickly caught a tuft of your hair, and he pulled back drawing a yelp out of your mouth.

James clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "This will not due, two acts of rebelliousness already." James’ hand loosened from your hair and you bit inner side of cheek knowing he will devise a punishment that will deepen your submissiveness further. You knew that he owed you and you were nothing more than mere property. In order for this relationship to work smoothly you must have fully submitted not only in acts, but in mind too. You must have understood that James Delaney’s desires came before your own. Whatever sadistic need he had is my command, you must have fulfilled without hesitation. “Now, show me, how good girl you can be, Y/N,” he said firmly, his eyes on your features as you spread legs for him. A smile crept onto his rough lips as he reached beneath your dress, pulling a panties down your legs.

You let a little moan through your parted lips, your head rolled back a bit, revealing your neck for him to kiss. The touch of his bearded cheek already sent you on cloud nine.

As soon as your panties were tossed aside, James unbuckled his leather belt and pulled his pants down, his cock stood proudly when it was freed.

You licked your lips, your eyes on him as you went down on your knees. Few licks to his tip were only a beginning. You caught his shaft and pulled it to his lower stomach, teasing main vain with tip of your tongue.

James let out a shaky breath, his hands were slipped in your hair at that point. “Mmm, yeah, just like that, you bloody slut,” you grunted in his husky voice.

Soft hum escaped your mouth, sending that much needed vibrations to his length. James started to moving his hips back and forth, looking down at you. Oh, how much he adored you down there, just were your place was.

You sucked his tip, then spat on his cock, only to slip him back down your throat, humming happily around him.

James grabbed your head and kept it in place while he bucked his hips in a rough pace. His breath increased, he was grunting loudly at that point, and you felt how his cock started throbbing. You knew he was close already. When he pulled out, you simply laid down on the couch, your legs parted in a welcoming gesture. “Fuck me,” you whined, giving your clitoris a brief rub.

Delaney placed himself between your legs and simply pushed his cock in your already dripping cunt, James grunted and cursed at how tight you were just for him.

Your arms were wrapped around him, one around neck and other around his muscular waist. “Oh, bloody heck, yes, just like that, fuck!,” you were moaning right into his ear. “I want you to tear me fucking apart, I need your fucking cock to stretch me.”

“You like it, don’t you, my little, naughty whore?,” James asked in deep voice of his, his hips stuttered few times as he was nearing his orgasm.

Man cupped your breasts and squeezed them tightly, making you whimper his name loudly.

He bucked his hips into you, the pace was rough and unbearable for you anymore, so you screamed his name from top of your lungs, your nails dragged in his back, leaving bloody marks. You rolled head back and immediately, James attacked your exposed neck, leaving hickeys wherever he could.

Soon, he cum being buried in your pussy, filling you with his warm semen to the brim.

You moaned his name for the last time and let him lay down on you, pinning you to the couch with his weight.

You were tangled like that for few minutes, only then he pulled his cock out of your core, his seed and your juices mixed together dripped down your thighs when you got up, stretching hems of your dress.

“Next week as well?,” you asked, putting innocent smile on your face.

He improved his pants and zipped fly, then put his high hat on head, not even bothering himself with looking at you. “Yes,” he replied, “as usual.”

After these words he left the room, leaving you alone.

You walked to the window and peeked out to watch him walk to his horse and getting on its back, then riding away. You stayed like that until he’s gone out of your sight range.

You let a deep sigh and shook your head.

Though he was an arsehole to many people and you as well, you loved him. Even when he was with you only once per week. Even when he treated you wrongly many times. Even when you knew he was with Zilpha. You didn’t care though once per week he was your James Delaney.

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The Skies of Dead

Summary: When London become devoured by walking corpses and mysterious virus, two complete strangers try to find a way to keep on surviving in the rotten city.

Warnings: zombies, graphic description of violence

Words: 3223

Authors: Cass & Grizzly

A/N: Cass here! My boyfriend has always had a little dream about writing his own story. I am so glad I could have helped him in making this dream come true! Hope you all will enjoy it as much as we did while writing! I love you, sweetie! 😍😍

As Arthur Bristow stood across from the building and debated with himself whether or not he should enter the Shard building, the humming and chanting grew louder.

Arthur held a machete up, breathing deeply as he checked once again if the blade was sharp enough.

Who is in there? What in blazes are they doing?

It had been a horrible week to the man. It was now four days later, and the reports of missing persons and murders in the streets of London had multiplied to shocking statistics. The city was seeing its fair share of violence, too, and it all seemed to orbit around the Shard skyscraper.

That morning four days ago, Arthur had gone to his office, finished his paper work, packed his pocket voice recorder, and set off walking to the London Eye where he had to meet with famous guest, who was about to share an interview to him. When he arrived on place, he realized the recorder wasn’t in his pocket. That made him angry and frustrated. Had he dropped it on the way? It could be anywhere between The Times office and London Eye. Arthur cursed when he realized his foolishness. Nevertheless, he made up his mind to return to his office and look for the recorder. It was when he saw undeads for the first time. Everything bursted out of nowhere, people were chasing others, trying to bite their flesh, and as soon as someone has been bitten, they turned into undeads as well. And most of infected went out of Shard. Was it a coincidence?

This day Arthur had taken a short side trip to London Bridge Street to take a look at the Shard, and here he was. Scared and hesitant. The sweat trickled down his neck. His heart rate had increased.

If you’re going inside, you’d better get going, he commanded himself. Be brave. It can’t possibly be that bad, can it?

He stepped into the street and crossed to the other side. It was then that he realized there wasn’t much traffic. For a Saturday morning, that was unheard of.

Where was everyone? Perhaps the Londoners were just as frightened as he was and were staying indoors. Good for them.

Arthur went up the stone steps and put his ear to the doors made of glass. The ugly chorale was a symphony of moans. It sounded as if the people inside were in pain and were collectively and wordlessly expressing their misery. A bunch of very sick civilians had gathered in...

Steeling his nerves and taking a deep breath, Bristow opened the doors. The stench that met his nostrils almost overpowered him. He gagged and put a hand over his mouth. He considered turning back, but now his curiosity got the best of him. He stepped inside.

The inner foyer was empty, but it was clear that the noise was coming from theinside, off to the left. Artur slowly approached the double doors to the great conference room, swallowed, and opened them.

The horror inside was too much to comprehend. And then the source of the terror turned its attention to him..

The coldness of old, stoned basement was growing with every minute Emily was spending there. The lightbulb was shining brightly but even light didn't change the fact about her position. She sat in the corner of the room, scared and cold with her back pressed hard to a wall.

Just a four days ago this young lady was working at a veterinary clinic. She never said her work was hard, being close to animals of all kinds was the main goal in her life. Their size never frightened her but that day all animals acted weird just like they would feel something that people did not, cats were hissing and dogs were nervous.

Due to some unexplained reasons, all patients canceled their appointments or simply didn't show up. This was highly suspicious to every worker but the truth was that there was no one to work for so everyone was sent home.

Emily lived outside London in a small village.

She got into her car and drove through the streets, this was when she saw the undead for the first time even if she wasn't completely oblivious to the fact then.

The man shuffled trough driveway, he was covered in blood and didn't look healthy, Emily did her best to pass him by thinking that it was just some kind of sick person on a lose.

Even if the house was small it still was cozy and enough for a young woman. Even if the day seemed quiet it quickly changed into chaos.

Emily looked through the window as soon as she heard screams outside, the things that she saw made her stomach turned.

People were running and attacking each other, acting like rabid animals which only goal was to bite someone. The sidewalks were already splattered with blood, turned body decorated streets and lawns.

At this point, only one thing hit Emily - thought about finding a shelter. She needed to hide from horrors of the outside world.

An only safe place that she knew was her basement, she ran there as soon as it was possible.

And this was how she ended in such a bad position but she knew she couldn't stay there forever.

Arthur Bristow opened his eyes, winced at the brightness of the new day, and immediately vomited. He forced himself to get to his knees in order to keep the vile stuff from getting on his clothes, although lying in the recesses of a burnt-out building wasn’t the cleanest place he could have hidden.

Soot, ash, and blackened pieces of the wooden roof that had caved into the space littered the floor; its filthiness hadn’t been so obvious last night when he’d slithered inside the structure of Big Ben.

You don’t care too much where you’re going when you’re running for your life. The main thing is to hide—quickly and silently—so they don’t get you.

After he’d finished heaving, Arthur crawled away from the mess and weakly collapsed. He lay on his back, looking up through the gaping hole at the clouds in the bright blue sky. This one building was the most iconic, both palace and clock tower.

Ironically, it was a beautiful day outside. The weather was perfect, although hot, ideal for a relaxing swim in the hotel pool.

Big Ben was now a relic of the past. The luxury establishment was now burned, destroyed, and overrun with Infected. And it had happened so quickly. The siege by the creatures began after ten last evening, and it was over in less than an hour. Everyone who was still alive had fled into the dark, dangerous streets of London. Arthur was surprised no one else had followed him into this little shelter, where he huddled for hours in fear until he had finally fallen asleep.

Sleep. At this point, it was something that wasted precious time. And he didn’t have a whole lot of that left.

Man rolled up the torn sleeve of the windbreaker he had donned to keep warm. The bite on his forearm was angry, red, and swollen. It burned like the dickens. He noted the time on his wristwatch; it had been roughly seven and a half hours since the Infected’s teeth had clamped down and punctured his skin. Now, the wound appeared diseased and putrid. Yellow pus oozed from the several perforations. It was gross, it hurt, and it was certainly deadly. Arthur quickly covered it with the sleeve of his leather jacket, although it, too, exhibited punctures in the fabric.

He stifled a cry, but the tears flowed regardless.

Emily growled pushing the heavy flap of the basement, the morning felt cold even if the sky was clear outside.

She wasn't sure how many days she spent in the basement. Her fear was paralyzing to the point that she refused to leave the safe place, thanks God for jars of food she had there.

Emily moved to window, a view there calmed her down but at the same time gave her weird feeling of danger.

The horror she saw before hiding, disappeared. Now streets were simply empty, some splashes of blood but that was it. Whatever happened she couldn't just stay there and wait for the rescue because that might never come.

Emily had chaos in her head but she had to do something so she grabbed her bag and packed some simple items like a flashlight and some bandages as well as something to eat, then put on her jacket and slowly left using the front door.

How angry she was when she saw her car was gone, all she saw was little bits of glass scattered over driveway.

Emily decided that she had to get to London, the capital of the whole country simply had to have some kind of a shelter or at last information of what the hell happened.

The young woman opened the garage and looked inside, the only useful thing there was a bike. There was no other way so she had to use the bike.

The way to London was terrible, it was a long time since she used the bike for the last time.

No matter what place she went by, they all were almost empty. Almost was the word, on her way she saw some moaning, whining, mangled figures but she never dared to get close.

The City of London was always beautiful and full of life, it was one of the most popular cities in the whole world but now it looked sad and empty.

Streets splattered with blood, old newspaper scattered all around the city, wrecks of cars.

Was it war or something else?

Emily jumped off the bike as soon as she got to one of the most iconic places in the whole city - Big Ben.

Looking around Emily smiled seeing someone walking the street.

"Sorry!," she yelled. "Hello! Excuse me but do you know what happened here? I look for some information and maybe... some government shelter," she said walking to the stranger. The horror grew big as soon as she got closer to the person

It wasn't really a person. It was a living corpse. Empty eyes and grey-white skin, its jaw was half ripped exposing everything inside. It was missing a whole arm. The creature let out a weird sound and started quickly moving toward Emily.

"Fuck! What is this! Help, can somebody help!?," Emily let out a high pitched scream and started running, trying her best to lose the monster or hide from it.

How long did he have? There was no question that he would turn. It happened to everyone who was bitten. Sometimes it took a few hours, but he had seen others fight it for up to two days. His former friend had wisely conjectured that it depended on how healthy a person was. If you were young, strong, and in good shape, then you lasted longer. The weak, elderly, and very young children turned quickly. And it was horrible. Arthur had seen first-hand what transpired when a person turned. He didn't want that to happen to him.

The nausea had passed, but Arthur felt as if he had the flu. He placed a palm to his forehead and realized he was burning up. How high was her fever? No way to know. Could his healthy resistance keep himself from turning before the medicine arrived?

If the medicine arrived.

Arthur dug into the backpack again and pulled out the handgun. It was a Colt. He appreciated the weight in palm, and then he lifted it to his head. He placed the end of the barrel to temple and wrapped  finger around the trigger. It would be so simple. Just squeeze. Perhaps a moment of pain and surprise, and then blackness. Arthur would never have to experience the horror of turning into one of them. It was truly the sensible thing to do. Who was he kidding? He was doomed. Nothing was going to stop him from turning, unless... The fucking medicine.

But before he could bolt, Arthur heard some noises outside of his shelter. And a voice. NORMAL VOICE OF SOME WOMAN.

"Fuck," he cursed and put gun back into his backpack, then took a bat with himself as he headed downstairs and out of Bog Ben, right onto empty street.

The woman was running out before one of Infected.

Arthur sighed and made some noise to distract undead.

The thing that used to be a guy emitted a howling snarl and leapt forward with surprising agility. Reflexively, Arthur swung the bat as if he was trying to knock one out of the ballpark. The club smashed into guys’s head, throwing him back onto ground. Arthur swung the bat again, striking the man’s arm. There was a loud snap and the man wailed. Arthur was sure he had broken a bone. Again, Bristow struck with the weapon. This time, the bat hit the man’s neck, surely snapping it. The horrid noise coming out of his mouth abruptly ceased as his throat was crushed. Arthur kept swinging wildly. Thing tried to get up. He drew closer and then,the bat walloped him in the head. He fell to his knees but kept grappling. Arthur clouted him again, and this time Infected dropped to the ground, unconscious.

All was quiet, except for Arthur’s rapid breathing. He shut his eyes, said a silent prayer, and then looked at the body, only to move his glance at the stranger.

Emily was sitting on the ground, her back pressed against the wall, arms covering and tightly holding her head. Her eyes were wide and cheeks were wet from fresh tears, she was hasping for air.

She was never attacked before, since begining she didn't know what was happening but this was madness, horror.

She loooked at stranger, shivering hard. He just killed this... Thing. What if he will kill her next.

"I do not have anything that would be valuable with me! Don't kill me!," Emily whimpered with voic full of fear.

Arthur tilted head aside and snorted shortly.

"I don't care. Come," he walked to her and offered his hand. "Unless you wanna rather stay here and wait for death."                

Emily blinked a few time, thinking about all of this. After a moment she nodded and wiped her eyes before taking stranger's hand.

There was no other hand, and she had to survive somehow, no matter what happened here. She had to trust him, looking at the situation from a minute ago she would never survive alone.

"What... What had happened here? I don't understand, one day everyone went crazy," Emily said as she followed the stranger.

He hushed her by raised hand. "Quiet or we will become their dinner."

He led her inside the clock tower and as soon as they passes threshold, Arthur made sure to lock door and push heavy drawer in front of them, just in case.

All the windows were covered with anything that was available then: rags, furniture, newspapers glued to glass.

She pressed her lips together and nodded, studying his face carefully. Emily had to admit he was a handsome man, she couldn't say his age but he wasn't old. She followed him.

Inside Big Ben, Emily looked around amazed and terrified. Emily looked at stranger waiting at the permission to speak.

"What were you doing out there, all alone, no weapon?," Arthur asked as he took a trip along the wooden stairs. "You had wanted to get your head cut off by their teeth?," he continued leading the way.

Emily watched him unsure what to say, finally, she found the right words. "What do you mean? I have no idea what was that... I guess I spend a too long time in this basement of mine," she said and quickly followed the man. "I just saw this madness and hid, I have no idea how long I spend there. When I left I simply packed some food, bandages and went to London. Is this some kind of government shelter? Or maybe you know how to get there... Oh! I am Emily, by the way," young woman smiled sweetly at the stranger.

"You have bandages? I'll need them," he said simply, he didn't pay more attention to her other words. "No. There's no government shelter. The government is dead by now I bet," Arthur growled as they approached the controlling room at the higher level of clock tower.

He opened door ans shifted aside to let Emily in. He followed her closing door behind him.

Emily looked around and nodded. "Yes, I have bandages and what do you mean, they are dead? What even happened? Is it the War Wold 3?"

She took off her jacket and bag and looked inside then back at the man.

"Come here... I will help you with whatever happened to you. I hope that my bandages will be enough."

"Don't," he growled deeply eyeing her. "I don't need your help, who you are, a fucking nurse?"

Arthur felt even worse now. The flu-like symptoms hit him more strongly than before. He sat down on the cot laying under the window, he rested back of his head against the wall and gasped. "No one knows," he said after moment of silence, "It just happened. People turned into killing machines. They attacked everyone on their way. Nothing could have stopped them, even a gun shot. Now I know only a headshot can take 'em down."

"You don't need my help so you don't need need my bandages, sir," Emily growled with a frown and went to find herself a nice place to sit. She found it in the corner of the room, she put the jacket on the floor and then sat down and looked at the man. "Sounds like zombies or something. So? We are stuck in a real-life horror movie? What now?"

"Can you shut your mouth for a bit, my head hurts," he told her coldly gazing up at her. "I just need them. And be grateful, I happened to save your life," Arthur said.

He felt rotten and didn’t know if he could find the strength to stand again and keep moving. Should he grab the revolver and shoot himself now? The sickness was worse.

Emily frowned and took the bandages out of her bag. She threw them to him with some little snack she had with herself. "Thank you," Emily whispered to not annoy him anymore.

Arthur had gotten up. For a few seconds he felt dizzy and was afraid he would be sick again, but it passed quickly. He moved to the side and waited until his thumping heart slowed.

He looked at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to be mean. I am scared and lost, just like you," man said.

Emily got up and slowly walked to him. "I am kinda used to this but fighting won't get us anyway. Come on, let me help you with whatevere happen. I am a vet but... bandaging man can't be harder than bandaging a dog," she shrugged with soft smile.

"It's gonna be rough tough," he said glaring at her. "I was bitten."

The Last Encounter || Arthur Morgan x Reader (Reader POV)

Summary: You grieve deeply at the loss of your beloved Arthur but a chance encounter changes everything.

Warnings: none, just a little bit of sadness

Words: 3313

Author: Cass

You were free but it didn’t give you much. Gang was long time gone and you stayed all alone. No one needed your hunting skills, you didn’t have to collect money anymore and you got separated from all people you loved.

Most of time you spent on traveling from town to town or trying to earn some money here and there.

All people you once called family were dead, hiding or living their new lives somewhere. You loved the feeling of independence but at the same time you felt alone. Not to mention that you felt heartbroken.

When you heard about Arthur’s death you couldn’t believe these word, you thought it’s some kind of a sick joke… But unfortunately it wasn’t.

You never dared to visit his grave, you didn’t feel strong enough and didn’t know if you will ever be. Somehow you still believed it’s just a joke, every night you hoped he will just come to your camp or hotel room. Thing like this never happened.

You stopped your horse at the meadow.It was a nice, quiet place away from all those big cities and fancy people.

The life outside the city was easier to you, it was simple and that’s why you loved it.

You prepared your little camp and sighed sitting in front of a little campfire.You closed your eyes and immediately all the memories returned.

With eyes of your imagination you could see them - your whole family. Maybe it never was a perfect pack but you loved everyone in the camp. You opened your eyes and looked deep in the fire.

You wished to feel Arthur’s touch again, no matter if it would be his natural gently touch or wild one, a starved sexual touch he was often giving you in the privacy of your shared tent.

You were simply touch-starved at that point, you could have only imagined how he felt for most of his life.

You missed his voice and whispers. Didn’t matter if these would be his screams or whispers while making love, all you wanted was to hear him again.

Suddenly you hit the hard ground. “Fuck…” You hissed, sitting up. “Silly me..” You let out a sigh and sat back up, rubbing your arm.

You used to lean against Arthur while sitting in front of fire. This silly little habit still held upon you and you started to end up on the ground with realization that you were alone. There was no point in sitting awake too much. You quickly ate something, fed your horse and went to sleep.

Waking up in empty tent wasn’t always easy. You missed the additional warmth next to you and all those gently touches and kisses every morning.

You dragged yourself out of the tent and started to getting ready for upcoming day. “Maybe I should finally go there? I can’t… Run away from this.” You muttered to yourself, sitting in front of cracking campfire.

Your horse gently nudged your arm and you smiled sadly. You were right, you tried to ran away from this but there was no point in this anymore, it was time to face it. Arthur was gone and waiting for him to visit you in camp was pointless. He was dead and you had to finally understand this.

You drank your coffee and ate quick snack before collecting your stuff and mounted your horse. There was a long road ahead of you, so there was no time to waist.

Trip to the right took half of your day.

“At last he is where he wanted to.” You whispered and slowly dismounted your horse, then you approached the beautiful, lonely cross.

“Oh Arthur… I’m so sorry it took me so long. I think I was too scared to accept you are gone. Like forever gone.” You whispered, kneeling down on the ground.

Your hand gently touched the wooden cross, tracing letters with your fingers. You wanted to be strong, not to break again but this was stronger than you. “Why you had to do this?! Why… You were carrying whole gang on your shoulders and look where it had led you? Just… What with me? I am here. All alone. Without you, my love.”

You had no idea what got into you but you hugged the cross, maybe you had a silly hope to feel some of his heat but there was only cold wind.

You felt tears running down your cheeks, you clanged to the cross like your life depended on it but nothing changed. He didn’t come or you didn’t wake up from the bad dream, you were here in front of his grave and he was gone.

Grief and sorrow took over your life in a few minutes. You felt too weak to move, everything you felt was pain and loneliness. You wanted to get him back, you wanted to be able to touch him one more time, tell him how much you love him.

You spent many days in there, close to him with your stupid hopes and even more stupid dreams. Your back were resting against big rock wall, you were sitting and crying was all you were doing. Soon, you became unmindful to your own body, even when it started to wail you because of the weather, hunger or thirst. You didn’t move to eat, drink or find shelter from any weather changes.

Days and nights started to blend together, you couldn’t tell was it a day or a night and you didn’t really didn’t care anymore. All you cared about was this terrible scream of sorrow ripping your heart apart and destroying your mind.

Finally your body was too weak to keep you going. You simply collapsed on the ground and everything went black.

You woke up in completely different place, now you were surrounded by walls. Tucked nicely in a soft bed.

You were safe and warm. This would be perfect if you weren’t feeling like ran over by your own horse. Your head was spinning like thrown into tornado and your stomach hurt like hell but you still forced yourself to get up.Even if your legs were too weak to carry you, you didn’t give up. Using all your strength you dragged yourself to door.

Meanwhile John was sitting with others. “She should be glad, Charles found her. She would die out there, what was she even doin’ there? I thought she was dead or that she left the country long time ago.” Abigail said.

“Well, like you see she ain’t and I think she was there to say her goodbye but it was too much for her.” John shrugged and suddenly your soft whimper cut troughsilence.

You were still holding yourself on your feet by grabbing the doorframe as tightly as you could and honestly you were deeply surprised and happy to see John and rest of his family again after all those years. Everyone looked at you in shock because no one expected to see you back on your own legs so quickly.

“Christ, girl! Are you crazy?! You shouldn’t be up.” John muttered and walked up to you. You simply nodded and just then your legs gave up. John grabbed you and picked you up. “You are crazy. You should be resting but you never liked to listen, huh?” He said carrying you to the couch.

You only giggled softly and shook your head, your mouth felt too dry to talk. He set you down and looked at you, it was such a long time. “You are one lucky lady. Charles found you and brought you here, we were scared you will die.”

You let out a loud sight, you felt bad because you let your grief to take over you to the point it almost killed you.

“Here, this will help.” Abigail said softly offering you a glass water. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.”

You only nodded as your thank you and quickly drank the water. It was such a nice feeling to once again be  surrounded by people that once you shared your life with.

You were taken care of, really nicely. John and Abigail gave you your own little place in their house, at last until you would  get back in useful state again.

It took you around two weeks to get back to full health after your not so good adventure. You were highly grateful for their help, in return you were helping however you could. No matter what it was, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the animals or simply spending time with Jack by playing or reading books.

It was all nice but this didn’t calm the storm in your heart. One day you ran to John when you heard he is going into town. “John! Wait, I need you to get me something.” You said.

“What is it, Y/N? What can I get you?” He asked and smiled at you.

“I need you to get me a dress, a black one. You know, just plane black dress. Nothing fancy, I noted my size so you will be sure it fits.” You shrugged giving him little piece of paper.

“Uhm… Black dress? Why do you need it? I though Abigail give you few of her old ones.” He said slightly confused.

“I just need it please.” You said sadly. The truth was that you wanted to be mourning Arthur properly and you didn’t own any black dress.

John seemed to understand you. “Okay, I understand now. You got it, I will get it for you. Just, Y/N.” He put hand on your shoulder and rubbed it. “Don’t let it get over you just like last time, okay? We really don’t want to lose you and you are too young to join him now.” After these word John left to town.

You let out a deep sigh, you knew he was right but still you missed Arthur. You brushed off the thoughts and walked away to play with Jack or to help Abigail.

John returned at early evening, sun still was on the sky. You smiled sadly as he handed you packed dress. “Just like you asked, just be careful with your actions. Remember what I told you.”

You nodded and quickly disappeared in your room. Taking off your dress you looked at your own body. Some old scars, you got them long time ago while you still were running with the gang. Your hand moved along your skin in some random direction until it reached your neck. You notice something there.

“God… I forgot about this.” You giggled, touching a teeth mark. It reminded you about one silly situation. Once, during really heated sex, Arthur bit you hard enough to leave a permanent mark. You thought it was silly but also a little bit funny taking fact that Arthur was following you for almost two weeks and apologizing.

You tried to convince him that it’s okay, that you weren’t mad or anything but there was no use. Arthur still felt bad about if but one day some miracle happened and he accepted it, even started joking about it and that you were his, forever.

Oh yes, you were. You shook off the memories, you put the dress on and brushed your hair, humming softly.You grabbed your leather bag and quickly left house, shouting“I go take a walk! I will be back later!” before closing the door behind you.

The walk took a bit, you simply decided to go ahead until you found the perfect place to sit and rest and you did.

Even if it took an hour or longer, it was worth it. You found nice little field, close to the small forest and river. “This place will be perfect.” You said to yourself and went to sit near the river.

The place was simply perfect. Closing your eyes you started thinking about all the good things that happened in your life. You let your memories go ad your body relaxed.

All you could hear was a quiet and calming sound of a river and the soft touch of a wind caressing every part of your exposed skin which wasn’t that much to be honest. You enjoyed the feeling of your hair just being moved with every little blow.

You wished you weren’t here alone.

You sat like this in the ground, relaxing and enjoying the weather. Everything was calm and nice but suddenly you felt something sniffing your ear.

Your body went slightly stiff at the strange feeling, was it wolf that came to see if he can eat you or just a curious dog? What were you going to do, you were completely unarmed, you could fight with your hands but would it be useful against the wolf? Of course not!

You swallowed hardly and slowly turned around to see the beast preying on your life. But there was no wild, sharp-toothed animal trying to eat you alive. Instead, you saw a huge deer right in front of you and it was looking directly on you.

You let out a loud yelp and quickly tried to crawl away from wild animal but there was no use in this. With every inch you made, the deer was following you, still looking at you.

Soon, you stopped crawling and looked at animal. “What do you want? I don’t have anything good to eat with me, just go. Go away, please!” You whimpered terrified and covered your face with your hands.

The deer looked at you for a longer moment and soon lowered its head. You could feel its nose pushing your hands away, you let it happen.

Deer huffed loudly and nuzzled his head against yours. You blinked, frozen in place. Why was this happening? Why this animal was doing this? Were your dreaming? Maybe your fainted again and this was your dream? Were you hallucinating!?

After a moment animal moved away and looked at you once again. You bite your lips and decided to study animal carefully, maybe to figure out what it wants.

You tried your best, looking at every inch of the animal but nothing. Finally, your eyes stopped and deer’s eyes, they were nice and dark but... somehow you saw some shade of blue and maybe green there but there was one more thing. You saw a really familiar glimmer in those eyes, you have seen it before in one person’s eyes.

“Arthur...?” You asked even if it sounded like a silly thing to ask, it was a deer after all.

Right after your words deer let out a loud sigh that sounded even happy, he slowly lowered himself and laid on the ground.

You couldn’t believe it. Was it really him, maybe all those silly beliefs that you always heard about were real. You slowly sat on your knees and raised your hand to gently pet him.

He was visible happy with your movement because right away he nuzzled to your hand. “It must be you, oh Arthur.” You whispered and without thinking any longer just hugged to him.“I missed you... I missed you so much. How could you leave us just like that.” You whimpered, nuzzling to deer’s soft coat.

Deer let out a loud sigh and quiet sound, putting his head on your shoulder. He simply let you cry your sorrow out and as soon as you pulled away you were attacked with kisses. Could you even call it like this? He licked all over your face like you would be some salty treat until you started laugh, something that you thought will never happen again.

“What was that?!” You giggled, trying to wipe your face. Letting out a soft sigh, you sat next to the animal, deer put head on your lap.

“You have no idea what happened.” You whispered, petting his head gently.

You spent an hour or even longer telling him your story. The truth was you wanted to tell him everything but you felt like a fool when it came to the part where you almost killed yourself with your stupid behaviour but you didn’t spare him anything. You stayed honest with him. It all felt kind unreal. You were sitting on some field, petting a head of a huge deer that was resting on your lap and you were telling him the story of your life. It was obviously weird but somehow it brought you the comfort you missed for all those years, you were calm and you felt safe.

“…So yea, I ended up on John’s ranch. You would be proud of him, he have his own land with a house and everything. Abigail and Jack seems to be happy, It’s so nice there. I even got my own room.” You continued your story when deer raised his head and looked at your dress.“What... Something’s wrong with my dress?” You asked looking back at the animal.

Deer let out a quiet sound and started to nibble on your sleeve. “Hey, hey! Arthur! Stop, no you will destroy it.” This was the moment when it hit you, he had never seen you in black colour. You never dressed up in black colours, it just wasn’t your thing, plus you always tried to look beautiful and you never considered black as beautiful colour.

“Okay, I get it but just stop this.” You pushed deer’s head away and he muttered. “Listen, I know it looks weird but... I just had to honour you? I just wanted to to be in mourning. I mean, long time ago I heard that wives do this. I know we weren’t married but I just wanted to do this for you.”

Animal let out an loud, annoyed sound and started to pull on your sleeve strongly. “Arthur! Arthur! No! Stop it! I am sorry okay!” He didn’t liked it, you should have known this already, he would never like to see you mourning anyone. Not him especially.

You pushed his head away again, even if it was harder this time. “Okay! I get the message, I will take it as soon as I get home.” You promised and he calmed down immediately, putting his head back on your laps.

You let out a quiet sigh and started petting his head again, touching his ear or antlers from time to time.

You again felt like long time ago, when you simply sat with him in your tent, you would sit or read and he would be there with you probably scribbling something in his journal or just holding you. It was so relaxing that you didn’t even notice when the sun started to hide.

“It’s getting late… I should go before John will start to look for me again.”

Deer slowly got up and you followed his moved, rising back on your feet. Animal sniffed your hair and then nuzzled to your forehead. You did the same and smiled. “It was so good to see you again.” You whispered completely unaware of the tears running down your cheeks.

He looked at you and wiped tears with his muzzle, it was such a simple message and you understand it very well.

“I won’t be crying ever again.” After these words deer licked your face and you laughed loudly. “I love you too.”

And you let him go as much as it hurt you but you couldn’t just keep a deer, he was really free now. Just like he deserved to be. You watched him walk away until you weren’t able to see him anymore among the trees.

Letting out soft laugh you turned around and walked away.

After this pleasant meting you returned home completely changed, yes, your heart hurt because of the lose but you never let it get over you just like you did before.

You knew he was well and happy and you had to be, too.

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We wanted to thank all of you for the lovely comments, reblogs, messages and we appreciate and love every follower we've gained through over than 2 years and a half since when we stepped into writing community here on Tumblr for the first time. To celebrate the summer, we throw a writing challenge!   (rules & prompts are below the cut) 

RULES:

1. Pick from the list of prompts, with any character/actor you choose. Send an ask containing your choice. Feel free to contact us if you have any questions.

2. You don’t have to be following us, but it sure would be nice

3. Insert “keep reading” if your entry has more than 500 words.

4. All characters in NSFW work must be 18+.

5. TAG SENSITIVE MATERIAL (rape, self-harm, eating disorders, abuse, violence, gore, NSFW, etc).

6. Tag us in your submission and use the hashtag #summercountdownwritingchallenge so we can see and reblog your work.

7. Due date is September 1st, 2019.

PROMPTS:

1. “I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to a song that I had only sang to just a few.” -  @grossograsso -  Arthur Morgan

2. “So why you tryna be just like the neighborhood?” - @iamthedustqueen -  Chris Evans

3. “Found a sacred place, lost in your embrace.” - @alison-is-watching - Stony

4. “Guess I never dared to know myself. Can my heart beat quiet?” - @breathe-nicely - Sebastian Stan

5. “But one thing I love is confidence. And humility to know when you've been wrong.” - @radbluebirdeagle - Parker & Stark

6. “You got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style. A melancholy town where we never smile.” -  @princessa-lady-bella - Arthur Morgan

7. “I'll be yours for a thousand lives.” - @einexx -  Joseph Seed

8. “You, where the hell did you come from?” - @mdylik -  Falcon & Winter Soldier

9. “I feel you, in every vain, in every beating of my heart...” - @sexycevans - Captain Marvel & Captain America

10. “Don't wantcha for a night, I'm only interested if I can have you for life.” - @thewildgardensstuff -  Stevie Roger

11. “Find my head is always up in the clouds in a dreamworld.” -  @biologyforliving - Wolverine/Logan

12. “You can stand any pain with a smile on your face.” - @electronicpatrolcollective - Eddie Gluskin

13. “All the memories remain of the pain of your broken home.” - @marine-pilgrim - Peter Parker & Morgan Stark

14. “Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside. If I don't make it, someone else will.” - @tetrapentan - Doctor Strange

15. “You believe on what you see, You receive on what you give.” - @arthurmorgan-bae - Dutch

16. “If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together.” @thedancingparrot - Avengers from Endgame

17. “The blood on our hands is the wine we offer as sacrifice.” - @settingsworld - Eddie Brock 

18. “What kind of man that you are... If you're a man at all.”

19. “Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play.”

20. “Fuck you and all your expectations.” -  @misafiryanki -  Venom/Eddie Brock

21. “Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind.”

22. “I know I took the path that you would never want for me.” - @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker - Kylo Ren

23. “Don't you cry no more.” -  @voodoo-magic - Tom Hardy

24. “Some are happy, some are sad.” - @a-happy-wolf - Clint Barton