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zodiyack · 4 years

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Snapping Is Over Rated

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Female!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers?, swearing, angst, mention of murder, mention of the humanity switch being flipped

Words: 1,635

Summary: It’s a bad time to be dating a Mikaelson when your brothers decide they want to go on a quest to kill the Original Family, who happen to be linked to each other.

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee

Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

It wasn’t long before Y/n discovered what her brothers were hiding. In fact, it was hiding that led to her putting two and two together. A poorly hid white oak stake and two very suspicious brothers, my my, what could be the problem?

She knew that they only hid it from her due to her romance with one of the Mikaelsons.

Kol was, like his older half-brother, a little off the walls. Nevertheless, he remained loyal and loving. Their relationship had shown her a good side of vampirism, as well as convinced him that life still had meaning even if he wasn’t a witch anymore.

But, if her brothers went through with their plan, neither of them would have that anymore. So she went out to put a large red stop-sign in the middle of their little plot.

“Gah!” Damon hissed as his younger sister sped in front of him, “Where the hell did you come from?”

“Home. Where the hell are you going?” Y/n spat back. She grinned when Damon sighed after studying her for a few moments.

“Uhhh...the Grill.”

“Ah... But, dear brother, the Grill is in the other direction.” Her smile grew wider with the feeling of success. “So, tell me, where are you going? And, please- the truth this time, if you will?”

Stefan walked up behind Damon, turning himself in as he knew they’d been caught. “Damn it. Curse our sister and her inhuman intellect.”

“Don’t curse me for my brains, curse that bitch of a vampire that turned you two as well. Had you not engaged in her games, we’d all be dead and happy in our graves.”

“You could just stake yourself or walk into the sun, ya know?” Damon chuckled teasingly but stopped quickly upon his sister’s dead glare.

“Yes, of that, I am aware. However, you two are also aware of my boyfriend...” She glanced at the bag in Stefan’s hand, somehow already having a terribly accurate guess of what it’s contents were, “A little too aware.”

Stefan sighed, “I mean, yeah. He’s a Mikaelson, Y/n/n-”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t go through with it! Please...Damon?” Her older brother raised his hands in front of his chest, telling her to leave him out of it with a simple sympathy smirk and squint of his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously? Have I ever tried to kill one of your girlfriends?”

The brothers thought for a moment before shaking their heads. Stefan looked down to the bag of stakes and back up to his sister, holding the same sympathetic expression as Damon. “I’m sorry. But, Klaus has to die. They all do.”

“No! Kol doesn’t!”

“He attacked Matt, Y/n!” Damon wasn’t one to care for most mortals, but Elena and Matt had been targets of some of the Mikaelsons for a bit of time, and he did end up growing a little closer to the group of abnormal friends, so he made an exception. Unfortunately, he was only willing to let that exception go so far.

“And? You attacked Bonnie! And Jeremy! Let’s not forget Alaric. My point is, we all make mistakes!”

“We all make mistakes, yet Kol has made over a thousand years worth of those without even apologizing. I’ve apologized...for most of them...” Stefan side-glared Damon, whom responded with a jab to Stefan’s side with his elbow. “And, well, my point is that he’s an original who’s just as bad as the other originals. We have a chance to kill the worst of them all, and you can’t stop us.”

She paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she thought. Usually, family went first, but they were ever so willing to destroy her happiness- to destroy her first ever romance- that she didn’t really care for the usual anymore.

“You’re right. I can’t stop you. But, if that’s how you guys wanna play,” the veins under her eyes began to darken and her e/c orbs turned red, “then lets play.”

“Wherever is your little play-thing, brother?” Klaus’ voice rang through the phone. Kol only chuckled in response, continuing to watch as Jeremy failed painfully at baseball. “I take it she has yet to arrive?”

“Well, for one, brother, she’s not my play-thing. She’s my girlfriend.” A sincere look of love washed over Kol’s features; his undead heart skipped a beat just thinking about her. “And secondly, I suppose she is rather late.”

“Would you like me to resort to plan two? I can always threaten the witch’s little boyfriend some more. Perhaps get her to do a tracking spell?”

He thought for a moment, debating his options and the situation before licking his lips and nodding. “Plan two it is. See you later, Nik.”

“Until next time, Kol.”

“Shit!” Damon yelped as he dodged a plate that flew over his head. The house had been turned upside down and wrecked in a fit of rage. Just as her brother once had, Y/n had flipped the switch.

Although flipping the switch sounds like something you’d do in a state of pain, Y/n did it in, like mentioned, a fit of rage. In result, it was more like she’d snapped than flipped a switch.

Stefan, hiding with his back against a flipped over couch, attempted to make hand motions to Damon; a wordless code. Sadly, Damon was not in the best state of mind to register the meaning of Stefan’s odd finger movements.

“What?” He whisper-yelled as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, okay, can we continue this later? We kinda have a very deadly and very very angry sister trying to kill-” Damon rolled over, dodging a knife that had come out of the other side of the table due to it being thrown so harshly, “...us.”

“Damn it Damon- I was trying to get us to go,” He pointed towards the door, “in that direction!”

“I can hear you, you know!” Plate after plate hit the wall in front of them.

“On three?” Damon nodded. They began counting quietly in unison until they got to three. From there, they made a break for the front door and to Elena’s house, where they picked the doppelganger up and headed for Matt’s house. Luckily, Matt had never brought anyone from the group to his house aside from Elena and Caroline. He answered the door and let the three in quickly, looking around before shutting and locking it.

“No- you idiot- she can’t get in. There’s no point in locking it.” Damon groaned from the couch.

“Be nice.”

He bitterly responded to Elena’s demand with a fake smile and an obviously sarcastic tone. “Yes, milady.”

“So uh...” Of course Matt hadn’t been informed as to why the three were hiding in his home. “What happened?”

“Oh, ya know, the usual.” The sarcasm in Damon’s voice held thick as ever, “Pissed off my sister by telling her we’re going to kill the originals, as in all of them- including her boy-toy.”

“You did what-”

“Oops. Sorry Elena. I might’ve forgotten to add the part about pissing her off...which reminds me of the most important detail...” He smiled toothily with faux remorse.

The two humans blinked at the dark haired vampire, staring blankly as they waited for the detail he’d spoken of. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to tell them, Stefan cleared his throat and redirected their attention to him. “She flipped her switch.”

“Flipped her switch? Nah, screw the switch. It’s more like she ignored the switch and just plain old snapped.” Damon crossed his arms behind his head and kicked his feet up onto Matt’s coffee table.

He acted as if his sister was not going off the walls in anger. Or rather, he acted as if it was just a casual every day thing for the soft-spoken and caring sister of the Salvatore boys to go on a potential murder spree.

Elena rolled her eyes and scoffed before shoving his feet off the surface. She ignored the glare that burned into her skin and slapped Damon. The sound of her skin hitting his made the other two in the room flinch; it was clear that she did not approve of his choices in the slightest.

“You’re fixing your sister. S-”

“What!? That’s not f-”

“Stefan, and I will go stake the originals. Understood?” Damon huffed and ignored Elena. “Understood?” She repeated herself with a harsher tone before Damon sighed and nodded.

“Yeah yeah, understood.”

Finn was dead. And the other four still breathed the air of the living world. The link had been broken, and they’d failed.

Damon had been kidnapped by Rebekah, therefore failing to stall, as well as fix, his little sister. What he didn’t know, was that Rebekah had contacted Y/n as soon as possible, informing her on the details of her brother’s murder and the older Salvatore’s location.

She sent Stefan to pick up Damon with a disguised note, preventing him from knowing that it had been her to hint to him his brother’s location. After saying goodbye wordlessly from the shadows, she smiled to herself and ran as fast as possible to Kol.

The youngest Mikaelson chuckled as the female Salvatore knocked him off his feet and buried her face into the crook of his neck. “I see you’ve recovered from your snap? Nik told me how you flipped your switch.” His arms held her tightly against his own form. They relished in the feeling of one another, the knowledge that both were safe and together again.

“Snapping is over rated.” She smiled wider against his skin, causing a matching smirk to grace his face.

“You were faking?”

“Yep. Anything to be with you again... But, just to be safe, don’t tell my brothers.”

His chest heaved with hearty laughter, “Whatever you want, love.”

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 years

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Jon Snow x reader

Pairing: Jon Snow x young reader (platonic)

Summary: reader is a captured wilding and is forced to be Jon's steward. Shes tough and stubborn but one day something happens and her feelings for the crow begin to change.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, attempted assault, mentions of rape. Mentions of blood.

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A/n Hello my loves! Just a quick note about this story. Reader is a young teenager, also her relationship with Jon is non romantic. Hes protective of her like a brother. I hope you like it!

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"Whats your name girl?" you wanted to roll your eyes but refrained as the new commander of the nights watch, barely a man in your opinion tried to be intimidating in a room full of equally unintimatading men.

As dumb as they looked they still outnumbered you like 100 to 1. So you begrudgingly decided to answer.

"Y/n"

The lord commander, or more commonly known as Jon snow the bastard of winterfell, nodded once, satisfied that he finally gotten a word out of you.

"Well y/n, seeing as your people are gone-"

"Dead you mean" you couldn't help but bite out. "You crows saw to that"

Those damn crows had raided your village and slaughtered everyone save yourself.

"You're lucky we didn't gut you along with the rest of those filthy wildlings" one man spat out stepping forward but was halted by the commander, "Enough!"

"We had no choice, they trespassed and started to cause trouble-"

"Trespassed?! That land has been ours for generations, and just because some rich folk came and decided to put up a wall and cast us out, we're the criminals?!" You felt your anger rise again. "We didnt do anything wrong! We were just trying to survive like everyone else in this stupid godsforsaken world!"

The lord commander sighed with fustration, he tried to have patience, after all she was more or less a child. Well a child with the mouth of a 40 year old sailor.

"I'm sorry y/n, but there are rules, and they broke those rules"

"Rules?" You scoffed, "And who decided on those rules hmm? Certainly not the people who lived here, so tell me Snow, why the hell should any of us listen to rules that were forced on us?! In our eyes you are the enemy. We were just people, trying to not starve and freeze to fucking death and you slaughter us like animals!" You felt the burn behind your eyes as you remembered the screams and smell of blood. But you would die before you cried in front of these heartless butchers.

"I'm sorry that you had to witness it, but you have a choice to make now" he looked into your eyes with seriousness. "You can either be sent back beyond the wall or..." he paused hesitantly, "you can serve as a steward here"

You almost laughed, "Are you drunk Snow?!? Or do you actually think those are fair options?"

"Considering I'm already bending the rules by letting you live, yes I do" he said firmly.

You let out a humorless laugh, "So you think throwing me into the wilderness alone is fair? Or I suppose making me a slave to the nights watch is somehow better?" You glared at the men around you. Half of them fithly pigs who would no doubt use you whenever they got the chance.

"No harm would come to you if you stayed, of this you have my word. And you wouldn't be a slave. You'd be my steward."

But I wouldnt be allowed to leave, so a slave... but it's either that or what's beyond the wall.. I wouldn't last a day alone... after a while of silently debating I looked up into the killer's eyes, and sealed my fate with a nod.

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The first week was hell. All you wanted to do was murder every crow you saw.

If you had poison you would've wasted no time spilling it in the stew you had to carry to commander stupids room every evening.

He acted like he cared, asked about if you had enough to eat and if anyone had been bothering you. But you ignored him. He was just trying to get you to trust him, and then he would turn on you. It was all a sick game, you were sure of it.

Another few weeks passed in a similar manner, he gave up on trying to make conversation which you were ever thankful for.

Not having anyone to talk to was the worst part. Your days were horribly dull. You cleaned, did laundry, prepped meals and repeat. Other than glares no one had messed with you which you were kinda disappointed in to be honest. You would take any excuse to blacken and bruise those ugly mugs of theirs...

Apparently the gods had a sense of humor because the next day you found yourself cornered by two of them.

"You should be on your knees thanking us girl" one of them sneered.

"We coulda left you for dead with those other savages but we didnt. And all you've been is given attitude."

"It ain't right"

"No it ain't" they agreed.

While they yapped you were mentally figuring out how you were gonna fight your way out of this one. Three against one wasnt exactly fair, and it's not like snow let you carry around your weapons. And the fact that you were far away, gathering firewood when they cornered you wasn't ideal.

Ugly man number one tsked when he saw your wandering eyes, "no use screamin girl, no ones gonna hear you"

"What the fuck do you want, the sooner you tell me, the sooner I dont have to look at your ugly faces" you couldn't help but want to anger them.

The bald one shoved your shoulder against the wall, on instinct you swooped your arm over his and brought it down, severing the hold and then you kneed him in the groin...hard.

"You bitch!" He faltered and you took that opportunity to try and get away. Ugly number 2 grabbed the cloth of your shirt and pulled back but you quickly shoved an elbow hard into his face.

While you were distracted, the third man, let's call him horse face, pulled your hair harshly until you were tumbling to the ground with a grunt.

It didnt take long for the other 2 to recover and help horse face pin you down. P

A deep rooted panic spread across your body. "Get the fuck off me!" You tried to hide the fear in your voice as you thrashed.

"Shut up wilding whore!" You heard the sharp smack before you felt the pain blossom against your cheek.

"You got the mouth of a slut, now let's see if you've got the body of one" your eyes widened and you felt a rough hand slide under your tunic.

"S-stop it! I swear I'll kill-" he shut you up with another sharp slap. You could now taste copper in your mouth.

"I swear to God if you say one more word I'll cut out that sharp tongue of yours" he pulled his knife out of its sheath and pressed the cold metal against your cheek. You winced as he pressed in and you knew he had broken skin.

You tried to be strong but you were terrified. These men were going to rape you and you didnt have the strength like you thought you did to stop them.

You closed your eyes praying to whatever gods were out there that this would not happen. But the gods were cruel. They had allowed the crows to wipe out the only people you had to call family. No they weren't yours by blood, but they had taken you in and cared for you. Taught you how to hunt, how to fight, and now this is how your life was going to end.

"That's a good girl" he took your silence as compliance and started to kiss down your neck.

You shivered in disgust and fear, one hand placed firmly on your neck keeping you in place and the other was exploring beneath your shirt.

You didnt want to give up, you wanted to fight. You didnt want to be raped and killed. How would you ever face your family in the after life if you didnt put up a decent fight. Taking a deep breathe , with the risk of losing your tongue looming in your mind, you clenched your fists and let out your last shred of hope,

"GHOOOOOST" you hoped the wolf you had come to befriend could hear through the walls.

"WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU" he clamped a crushing hand over your mouth.

"W-we should g-go, what if that mutt heard?" Horse face looked around nervously.

"Shut up Pud, no way that he can hear all the way in here"

"But-"

"Oh for god sakes, hold her down and be quiet!" He motioned for horse face to clamp my mouth shut instead whilst he began unbuckling his trousers.

"Before I cut that pretty tongue of yours, I'm gonna see how it feels around my c-AHH FUCK" a giant streak of white crossed your vision.

"HELP YOU IDIOTS, DONT JUST STAND THERE, FUCK!" You heard growling and tearing sounds.

The mens hold on you immediately loosened and you took that chance to sit up and see what the hell was going on. And when you saw the familiar white fur and black eyes you almost cried in relief.

Ghost had launched himself at your assailant and was currently biting away at his arm. The other two turned tail quick and made for the door, thinking they could escape, but what they did not expect was a very angry lord commander blocking their way.

"Ghost" he called back his wolf who growled at the men before walking back and standing beside his master.

You couldn't tell whose eyes were more threatening, the wolf, or the bastard wolf..

Before you knew what was happening several crows flooded the room and arrested the bleeding man and his friends.

The commanders attention was now on you. You rolled onto you knees and tried to stand up but found that someone had traded your legs for jelly cakes.

"Y/n" you immediately looked down, not wanting him to see how afraid you were.

You were surprised at how soft the commanders voice was now compared to two seconds ago when he ordered they be taken to the prisons. "Are you alright?" He knelt down in front of you and reached a hand out to your face.

You flinched and he hesitantly pulled back, "Its alright now, your safe, please... let me help you" he said almost pleading.

You don't know what came over you but something was telling you that it was ok to trust him so you nodded.

This time when he reached a hand to lift your face up you didnt pull away.

You met his eyes and found anger and regret in them, "I'm sorry"

You were instantly confused, "For what?" You questioned as he continued to inspect your injuries.

"I said that no harm would come to you, I shouldve kept a closer eye on you" he apologized with a look of deep regret.

You didnt know what to say. Why was he being so nice to you?! It didnt make any sense, weren't the crows supposed to be the bad ones? But he saved you...well ghost did lead them to you so you really should be thanking him but...

You didnt really know how to respond so you just stayed quiet. He moved to help you up, gentle hands supporting you. When it was clear you couldn't stand on your own he asked if you would let him help you to maester aemon.

Reluctantly you nodded and was surprised when he swooped down and gently lifted you up like those dumb princesses you heard about in fairy tales.

You thought he was just gonna help you walk with a slung over arm or something.... if you weren't so exausted you probably would've been way more embarrassed.

Wordlessly he carried you through the halls and into Maester Aemons infirmary. He set you down on the bed with care and said he would be back to check on you later. The maester was already by your side examining your injuries.

You dont know what came over you, but before you knew what was happening your mouth opened and halted the lord commander through the door.

"Thank you snow..." you were glad he was facing the door, you were sure your face was bright red.

But if he had been facing you, you would've seen his smile.

Maybe not all the crows were so bad after all...

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Ok soo it was kind of short I know, but my idea was for this to be a sort of prologue to a mini series of Jon and the reader. Please let me know if that's something you guys would want! Thanks for reading🥰

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evesbeve · 4 years

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it's tough to get away (tua s2 fix-it)

MAJOR SEASON 2 SPOILERS!

Summary: Ben has finally crossed the light, but has unfinished business back on earth. He does the only thing he can think of; he begs God to send him back.

Relationships: Ben Hargreeves & God, Ben Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves

(Read on AO3)

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“I have to go back.”

In the end, Ben didn’t get to cross the light.

The first time he laid his eyes on it, he was only sixteen with a foot in the grave, quite literally. It felt as if he’d been staring at it for hours, debating whether he should take the next step or not, because truth was, he wasn’t ready. For every second Ben was still on earth, he lost another one of his senses, he felt more and more numb, more and more dead. At least he couldn’t feel the monster in his stomach anymore.

There was nothing left for him in the world, and yet he wasn’t ready to leave it behind. Ben had been stripped of everything. His senses, his feelings, his honor. He didn’t even want to think about what kind of sorry excuse of a funeral his father put together for him.

Looking ahead into the light should have felt reassuring, but it only made Ben more anxious. All his life, Ben had never been sure of what would happen next, but nothing had ever scared him more about the future than this.

So when he heard the voice of his brother calling him back to earth, Ben didn’t hesitate.

Klaus had told him, that first day he conjured him, that he could go back to light anytime he wanted. He had assured him. Ben wasn’t an idiot though; he knew his brother, and he knew the way he lied. Klaus had no clue whether what he was claiming was possible.

But it was okay, because that meant Klaus wanted him there. So Ben stayed.

He spent the next years alongside Klaus, watching him self-destruct. It was fine, for the most part, but Ben could feel himself growing bitter. There was a voice in the back of his head that whispered ‘I told you so,’ as if it was a price for staying, but Ben never figured out who it belonged to.

He did visit the light again. Occasionally.

But he never crossed it. Not even when he stopped feeling altogether. Not even when he was certain Klaus didn’t want him around anymore. Because despite everything, Ben was still scared.

In the end, the light pulled him in.

It was funny, really. Ben had thought he could avoid it forever, but of course he’d been wrong. It came to him in shiny flickers of blue, resting on his clothes, on his skin. It was there to take him away, but also to make him feel again; the more light came, the more he could feel his sister’s arms around him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hugged. It was almost seventeen years ago.

Vanya never pulled away from the hug, and Ben didn’t stop feeling it for a long time.

Heaven was… nice.

Really, there was no other word to describe it. It was nice. Ben felt content in a way he’d never felt before, and everything was calm and peaceful. He earned a blank slate. He could be whoever he wanted.

And yet.

“You know you can’t do that,” the little girl with the hat told him as she continued picking her flowers and placing them on her bike’s basket. “Once you cross the light, that’s it.”

“But I didn’t,” Ben insisted, wishing she’d look him in the eye. “I didn’t cross it.”

“Is that right?” the girl said with a smile—a devilish smile—and went right back to work.

Once upon a time, Ben would have dropped it and continued walking down the path alongside the flowers. But he couldn’t do that anymore, not when the place he was supposed to spend his afterlife in couldn’t offer him the things he longed for the most in the world.

“You don’t understand,” Ben said, and the girl huffed. “I have to go back. My family, they—”

“Your family didn’t even know you were there,” the girl said. Ben shivered and bit his lip, but let her finish anyway. “But of course you already know that.” She ran her fingers through the flowers’ petals, before finally settling on one and pulling it from its stem. “You aren’t the first to beg for a way out, and you certainly won’t be the last. I do understand. I have to, to run this place smoothly. I can’t just pick and choose.”

“But that’s exactly what you’re doing,” Ben said, his eyes still pinned on the flower in her hand. “You pick and choose. You play favorites.”

“Not all souls are corrupted, Number Six.” Ben sighed at the use of his number, but it didn’t stop him from feeling helpless. “But I can’t let them mix with those who are.”

Ben’s mind traveled back to the girl and her flowers; picking and choosing, sorting through them, moving them… Not all flowers needed light to grow.

“Want to know which one you are?” the girl said, a teasing tone in her voice.

Ben hated that he couldn’t say no to her.

The girl moved to her bike with a bounce, letting her flowers drop in the basket, and gestured for him to follow her.

They walked through the gardens for a while. As much as Ben wanted to leave this place, he’d always enjoyed looking at the flowers. They didn’t need words to express themselves—just shapes and colors, in a black and white world. And yet, Ben always knew what color they were.

They stopped in front of some bushes, tiny things, and the girl leaned down to pick up a blossom. Her moves were always so calculated, but now she was letting the flower and its white petals rest on her palm almost lazily.

The smell hit Ben like a hurricane.

The small flower smelled of lousy evenings and teasing, of quiet nights looking at the stars. It smelled like stroking a string of memories that hadn’t been touched in years, of something distant yet so familiar. Of laughter, of coziness, of bittersweetness. It smelled of home.

“A gardenia?” Ben asked.

The girl nodded. “That’s the bush I picked you from,” she said, stroking the blossom’s petals. “Of course, you’re here now, so your flower doesn’t exist anymore.” Without missing a heartbeat, she crumpled the flower with a swift movement, and let it fall to the ground.

Ben felt a knot tighten in his chest.

“Why would you do that?”

He’d never understand how God, or whoever she was, could be such a prick.

“You care,” she said, crossing her arms behind her back.

Ben stared in awe at the crumpled flower, then back at her. He wanted to prove her wrong so badly, to stand still, or to walk away, and yet he couldn’t help but lean down and pick up the gardenia. Its petals felt soft, too soft, against his touch, at least those of them who were still holding onto the flower.

“It’s too late for it now,” she said. “It’s just a blossom, ripped from its home. It doesn’t have a stem to plant.”

Ben kept stroking the flower’s leaves, trying to ignore her words. She was wrong. The flower was right there, it was still alive, emitting its bittersweet smell, calling for its home.

“That doesn’t make it useless,” she continued. “It can be used as a fertilizer, to help the other flowers grow. But it will die out, eventually. After all, it’s been corrupted now—”

“Klaus isn’t corrupted,” Ben interrupted. The words came out of his mouth without him processing them. It was only when he heard his own raised voice that he realised what he had said. He hadn’t meant to say it, but it was too late now. “My family isn’t corrupted.”

A smile tugged at the girl’s lips. “Now, I never mentioned him, did I?”

Ben wanted to look away, but everything else around him consisted of flowers, and flowers reminded him of the blossom in his hand, and the way the girl had ended its life as if it was nothing, and if that wasn’t enough, he could still smell it and—

“I keep wondering why you want to go back. What was it he called you?” she asked, looking up, pretending to be in deep thought. “His ‘ghost bitch?’” Ben closed his eyes. “I never liked him, you know. But he must have told you that, I don’t think he likes me very much either. I suppose that’s fair. I wouldn’t like someone who kept choosing other people over me either—”

“He’s not—it’s not like that,” Ben said, but it was. It was like that, because Klaus had acted like a massive asshole by ignoring Ben’s existence and pretending he wasn’t there, by keeping him from his family who he had missed so much, and Ben didn’t deserve that, he knew it, but it didn’t matter, because Klaus needed him. Ben needed him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, locking them with the girl’s. “I never crossed your damn light.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “You’re here now, and you need it.”

“Gardenias can grow in the shade,” Ben said.

“But those who never see the sun grow weak,” she said.

“I’ve never forgotten what the sun is like.” And he hadn’t. Ben was dead, detached from the world, but Klaus offered him a way out. He gave him oxygen, he let him breathe, he let him live.

The girl huffed. “You could thrive!” she said. “Inside these gardens, you don’t need to suffer anymore. You don’t need to hold onto a world that hurt you, that killed you. You could have everything you wanted here!”

“No.” Ben shook his head. “I couldn’t.”

The girl looked at him for a few lingering moments before turning around and leaning over the bushes again. Ben felt his body tense up in defense, his hand clenching around the dead flower in his hand. He wasn’t going to let her harm them. Not anymore.

“Hand it over,” she said, and Ben took a step back. She sighed. “I just want to put it to rest.”

Ben glanced on the ground in front of her, where she had dug some soil out of the way; a perfect fit for the blossom in his hand. Part of him wanted to tell her no, but the way she said it sounded… genuine.

Ben nodded and dropped on his knees. He glanced at the girl one more time as she gave him a nod back and he placed the gardenia on the hole. He run his fingers through its petals one more time, before gently covering the hole with the dirt on the side. For a split second, he was back on earth, lying on the ground, taking in the texture of it for the first time in almost two decades. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the girl gave the soil a gentle pat.

“They put gardenias around my grave.”

Ben had no idea why he said that.

“I know,” she said. Any hint of hostility had long disappeared from her voice. “I know everything.” She crossed her legs and made herself more comfortable, wiping her hands on her white dress and staining it, before taking off her hat and letting it rest on her lap. “And yet, I was wrong.”

Ben raised an eyebrow at that. He supposed he could sit down for a little bit longer, so he rested on his thigh, not caring about the dirt. He hadn’t minded dirt getting on his clothes in a long long time. “Wrong?”

“Yes,” she said, pressing her lips into a seemingly forced smile. “You are way more stubborn than your brother.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I know.”

Ben shifted so he was sitting down normally, his legs folded and forming the tiniest triangle between them and the ground. He leaned back, his weight supported by his hands placed behind his body, and looked up at the sky, so he could see the light.

Deep down, he knew it hadn’t been possible. Not everyone got the happy ending of their dreams, and Ben certainly didn’t deserve it. After all, his story—his life on earth, his family, Klaus—had ended seventeen years ago. You can’t turn back the pages on a book that doesn’t have any. You can’t leave a garden with no exit. And you certainly can’t bloom as a flower where there isn’t any light. This was meant to happen. All Ben had left to do was accept it.

He felt a bump on his shoulder, causing him to snap his eyes open. He hadn’t even realised he’d close them, until the figure of the little girl staring down at him came into view. She extended her arm for him, and Ben took it without any more questions.

Once on his feet, she spoke again. “Come on.”

“Why, is it curfew already?” Ben joked.

The girl rolled her eyes but didn’t let go of Ben’s hand. Instead, she started pulling him through the gardens again. “I said, come on.”

“Hold on,” Ben said, but she didn’t seem to be listening. “Hey, I said hold on, can you just—” He freed his hand from her grip, and it was only then that she stopped walking. “Where are we going?”

She sighed, a hint of annoyance manifesting in her voice again, but it wasn’t rude like before. “Home, Ben,” she said. “We’re getting you home.”

Ben stared at her in disbelief.

“H-Home?” he said and she nodded. No. There was no way. “Home as in, home home?” She nodded again. “With my family?”

“Yes, Ben!” she said, and no matter how angry she sounded, Ben couldn’t shake the grin off his face. “With your dumb family!”

He covered his face with his hands, another chuckle escaping him. For a guy that was literally about to cry in front of God, he was feeling quite well. Spectacular, actually. He took a step closer to her, taking her hand between his. “Thank you, thank you so much, you have no idea—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… You’re welcome, and all of that, now come on,” she said. When Ben let go of her hand, she adjusted her hat and continued walking down the path with bouncy steps. She stopped, suddenly, turning around to look at Ben again. “I said come on, before I change my mind.”

“Right! Right.” Ben nodded to himself. He was going to see his family, he was going to see Klaus, he was going home where he belonged. Ben took one final breath and stopped fighting the grin threatening to take over his face. “I’m ready.”

The girl smiled. “I know.”

The first time Ben crossed the light, it was to get out of it.

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Lovesickness (M)

Author: biaswreckingfics

Pairing: Kris Wu/Wu Yifan x Reader

Genre: Incubus!AU, Angst, Smut (18+)

Word Count: 8k

Summary: When you learn the man you are falling for is slowly killing you, you have to be able to let him go, or perish in his flames.

A part of the 12 Days of Lust collab, which can be found here!! Check out the other amazing authors in this OT12 EXO collab! I can promise you won’t regret it!

The relationship you had with Kris had been a wild one from the start. After the information he had just shared with you, your mind had gone over all of the times the two of you had spent together, looking for clues or hints about what was to come. Maybe some would say that you should've seen this coming from the start, but who in their right mind would think the man they were falling for was a demon. An incubus to be exact.

Sure as hell not you.

You thought back to the first time you met Kris... You had been checking your mail in your apartment building, and he had just got done hooking up with your neighbor.

A door a little further down the hallway opened up and you did a double-take when a man not much older than you walked out of it. Last you checked, a rude girl around your age lived there alone with her cat, which could only mean one thing. Your bitchy next door neighbor finally got laid. Good for her. Maybe she'd quit complaining to you about everything under the sun.

Although you did have to admit, a part of you was slightly envious. It had been close to a year since you and your ex broke up, and you hadn't been with anyone since. Feeling the pent up sexual frustration building at just the thought of sex, you sighed and shut your mailbox.

You turned and observed the tall man walking towards you. He was attractive, there was no denying that, but it wasn't in the classically handsome way. He had a certain aura around him that intrigued you. He was of Asian descent and his bleached blonde hair was striking against his skin tone, but it was his piercing brown eyes that drew you in.

He smirked as he approached you and that was when you realized you must've been staring at him for a good minute, or at least long enough for him to walk down the hallway and be standing in front of you, his smokey scent invading your senses.

"Do I have something on my face?" He smiled at you with a confused look.

"Huh? Oh... uh, no. You're... good."

He let out a soft chuckle at your answer and you genuinely debated if there was a way to crawl into your mailbox and die.

"Do you live here?" He asked, while his eyes ran over your body, checking you out.

"No. I just like to check random people's mailboxes in my free time."

His eyes lit up at your response and he glanced down at the mail in your hand.

"Y/N... That's a cute name. Perfect for a girl like you."

You glanced down at your mail and realized you were showing him your name and address like an idiot. Clearing your throat, you quickly flip it over and smile up at him.

"Thank you..."

"Kris."

"Kris... right. Well, it was nice to meet you." You told him as you attempted to walk past him.

Just before you cleared him, you felt a hand grip your wrist and spin you.

Startled, you looked up at Kris with wide eyes. This man clearly didn't understand personal space.

"Before you go, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Didn't you just hook up with my neighbor?"

He glanced at one of the doors behind you and shrugged. "Yeah."

You almost balked at his blatant attitude. If you had any doubts about him being a player, they were immediately wiped away.

"Yeah... no thanks." You answered, tugging on your wrist to get him to let go.

He looked down at his hand and realized he still had it wrapped around your wrist, and he quickly let it go.

"You wouldn't have to do anything you didn't want to do." He said with a shrug.

What the fuck kind of response was that?

"Sorry. I'm not really interested in random hookups. Nice to meet you though." You turned and quickly walked back to your apartment, feeling his eyes burning a hole into your back the entire way.

Just as you reached your door, you heard him shout down the hallway, "I just wanted to get to know you!"

Your eyes widened in alarm at his volume and you quickly turned to look at your neighbor's door. Was he freaking crazy?

You shake your head and look back at him, realizing he wasn't going to leave until you responded or went into your apartment, so you shout back, "Maybe in another lifetime!"

You then ran into your apartment and threw the door closed behind you. What you failed to notice was the smirk on his face as he watched you enter your apartment.

After that initial meeting, you had continuously run into Kris wherever you went. The bookstore, the grocery store, the cafe... He was everywhere and you had even convinced yourself that maybe he had been stalking you... Apparently, you weren't too far off the mark.

When you walked into your favorite bookstore, you were immediately greeted by your best friend, who just happened to be the manager of your hidden gem, before he ran off in search of something.

You loved this bookstore because it was one of the oldest in the city, and the only people who frequented it were the regulars and professors of the nearby university.

You began walking the aisles as you waited for him to come back, but when you heard your name spoken from behind, you froze.

There was only one other time when you've heard your name spoken with that voice, and for some annoying reason, you hadn't been able to forget it since. Slowly, you turned and looked up at the tall man in front of you. The scent of charred wood once again coming to your nose.

"Kris."

"Fancy seeing you here."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his tone, and not to mention that you had never seen him in here before. Was he... Did he follow you here or something?

A weird feeling washed over you as you took him in. His outfit was all black, boots, jeans, and jacket, and the smirk was still gracing his face. His eyes held the same determined glint as they did before and you almost took a step back.

Why did you have a feeling he was up to something? Something you would undoubtedly be involved in.

"...What're you doing here?"

His eyebrows quirked up at your question. "Well, I'm getting books... at the bookstore..."

"I just didn't think many people knew about this place."

You were torn between feeling stupid for asking such an obvious question and feeling cautious over the fact that he was suddenly here at one of your favorite spots, especially when you knew you had never seen him here before. Were you possibly making something out of nothing?

Before he could reply, your best friend Seojoon came up to the two of you, a giant bag full of books with him.

"Here you go, Kris. There's a couple of newer releases in there for you too."

"Thanks for the help, Joon. See you next week."

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head at the nickname. Joon?! They knew each other?!

A throat clearing caught your attention and your eyes snapped back to Kris.

"Um... see you around, Y/N."

As he awkwardly walked away from you, Seojoon turned to you at his goodbye.

"Oh cool. You guys know each other?"

"How do you know him?" You asked, bewildered.

Seojoon shrugged at your question, confused with your reaction. "He's been coming here for the past month. He's a cool dude, but he likes the dark stuff."

"Dark like what? Poe?"

"Dark like satanic rituals, spells, and underworld shit."

Your mouth parted at his response. "Wait, really?"

"Mhmm. He's read damn near every book we have on those subjects."

You stared at your best friend as you processed this information. You were known to enjoy the darker things in life, books, movies, etc., but you've never been known to read every book on those subjects in a bookstore.

"By the way, how do you two know each other?" Seojoon asked.

"Huh? Oh. I met him at the apartment. Guess he hooked up with Rae."

His eyes widened. "The crazy bitch down the hall? Huh... I guess that does seem like it'd be his type."

You stayed silent on the fact that he had asked you out too. There was no reason to give Seojoon any fuel to add to his already crazy ideas. Although, with the way your thoughts were going, you didn't know if you were any better.

A couple days after the bookstore incident, your suspicions skyrocketed when you saw Kris at the grocery store.

You only saw him for about five seconds as he walked past the aisle you were in, but you knew it was him. Much to your dismay, you had recognized the little swagger he had in his walk.

You had immediately turned around and begun walking back the way you came. What the hell was he doing here, and why was he suddenly everywhere? Did he just freaking move here or something? That had to be the answer because you had never seen him before you ran into him in the hallway of your apartment.

You quickly finished your shopping and were checking out your groceries, when you felt him get in line behind you. You couldn't describe how you knew it was him, maybe it was the smokey scent that you now associated with him, but a feeling overcame you and you quickly turned on him.

"What're you doing here?"

He looked up at you startled and you noticed even the cashier looked at you oddly. You paused and took a breath, ignoring the regret you were beginning to feel for asking.

"I'm getting food? Hi?"

Your eyes slightly widened at his demeanor. Did he really not realize it was you? Was this really somehow all a coincidence? Were you that fucking paranoid?

You thought back to your previous encounter. He had to have been at the bookstore before you if Joon was already getting his books, and with the way he was acting... It seemed like he didn't realize it was you he had gotten behind in line... Was this really all in your head?

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me... I just didn't expect to see you again."

"It's cool... I also didn't expect to keep seeing the girl who rejected me, so..."

You flinched at his response. Fuck, you were kind of an ass.

"You rejected him?"

Kris and you both look at the cashier and the shock that she had spoken out loud was evident on her face. She looked back down and started scanning your items quicker than before.

The two of you awkwardly stood in line while you waited for the cashier to finish up your order. You had prayed to about five different gods, hoping she would grow a third arm so you could run away from your embarrassment, but obviously, that never happened.

What was wrong with you? Why were you acting all weird around him and almost obsessing over him being everywhere? ...Maybe you needed to apologize for your weird behavior the next time you saw him...

Fortunately, you got that chance a week later.

You had been sitting at the cafe on the corner of your block, staring at your laptop. The current paper you were writing for your econ class was giving you every problem it could, and you were stressed.

It got to the point where you were just watching customers come and go from your little corner table, so when Kris walked in, you spotted him right away. You almost called out his name, but a thought occurred to you. Would he think you were stalking him?

You shook the stupid thought and waited for him to order, once he turned around to look for a table, you were going to get his attention, but two preppy girls immediately stepped in his path.

You watched the interaction and almost rolled your eyes out of your head at the flirting. It was all there. The hair twirling, the pushed-up breasts. It was textbook and Kris was falling right for it. You scoffed before you could help it and then leaned back in your chair, confused. Were you... jealous? No. Why would you be jealous?

Actually, why was this man stirring up so many emotions in you every time you saw him? What was it about him that caused you to act completely abnormal?

His order was called and the two girls pointed to where they'd be sitting, but once he grabbed his drink and turned around, you quickly stood up, your chair scraping the floor, causing his attention to immediately go to you.

Awkwardly, you kind of pointed down at the chair next to you and you were slightly surprised when he even considered joining you.

Slowly, he made his way over to you and the two of you sat down at your table.

"Intrigued now that someone else is showing interest in me?"

This would go to hell in a handbasket real quick if he kept up the attitude.

"The first time I met you, you had just got done hooking up with my neighbor."

He smirked. "Fair point."

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for acting... weird."

He searched your face before nodding. "Then I apologize for making you think I was stalking you."

His words caught you off guard and you looked at his teasing face before letting a smile grow on yours.

"Maybe we should start over with a clean slate?" You suggested.

When Kis agreed, the two of you did just that. Without noticing, you somehow spent the next three hours getting to know each other, and though it was confirmed that he was the biggest flirt you've ever encountered, there was actually a lot more to him than that.

You could only laugh at your previous actions now. It was obvious that the way he consumed your thoughts wasn't normal. You had never been one to obsess over a man and you had begun questioning and doubting damn near everything about Kris the second he stepped into your life.

You also should've listened to Seojoon when he would bring up the weird shit that Kris was into, but you always brushed it off. Who cared if he liked darker things? Well, apparently you should've.

When you told all of your thoughts and feelings to Seojoon over the phone, his one question was, "Okay, but did you ask him about his satanic shit?"

"...No."

The words your best friend had told you a week ago flooded into your mind, but you pushed it aside.

"So, he's into some weird shit."

Seojoon was quiet for so long that you had to check he didn't hang up before you heard him sigh.

"I'm going to walk into your apartment one day and find you naked in a pentagram, aren't I?"

"Well, I really fucking hope not."

After you and Kris had decided to start with a clean slate, the dreams began. Not cute, fluffy dreams either. No, these dreams left you so sexually frustrated you were ready to rip your hair out. You could still recall the first one so vividly.

Rough hands caressed your parted thighs and you closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation on your soft skin. You felt a hot breath over your center and shivered with anticipation. It felt like you waited forever before you felt the flat lick of his tongue on your clit. The moan you let out encouraged him to continue, and he quickly began lapping at your folds, sucking and swirling as his fingers found their way to your entrance. He slowly pushed his finger inside of you, curling it up and rubbing against your inner walls.

A second finger was added as he hummed at the moans that fell from your mouth, the vibrations driving you absolutely wild. Your hands dug into his hair as you began grinding against his face and you felt your climax rapidly building. Just before the wave of overwhelming ecstasy rolled over you, you looked down at the man whose face was in between your legs, to find his deep brown eyes watching you.

Your abdomen squeezed as you met Kris's stare and then a blinding, white light overtook your vision as you came. -----

You quickly sat up in your bed, drenched in sweat and soaked panties clinging to you. You took a deep breath as you tried to calm your racing heart, and you were quickly met with the hint of smoke left in the air.

As your mind came down from arguably one of the best orgasms you'd ever had, questions began to fill your head. Why did your room smell like Kris? Why did it feel like someone had truly eaten you out? Why did that dream feel more like reality?

You shook your thoughts from your head and tried to move on with your day, but when you encountered the same sexual dreams the next three nights, you were ready to scream.

Every single dream was Kris. Fucking you from behind, tying you up and blindfolding you, him having his way with you over and over again. Every single day you woke up feeling satisfied and spent and the hint of smoke in the air was the cherry on top of your confusion.

Now that you knew the truth, it was stupidly obvious. This was when Kris had been invading your dreams and feeding off of the energy you were putting out. You had to shake your head at the entire situation now. You had basically walked right into the incubus' trap.

The dreams lasted for about a week, before you got a taste of the real thing, in a supply closet at some gothic club. Seojoon and his friend Jaewon had dragged you there to help get your mind off of Kris, but boy were all of you surprised when he happened to show up at the same place.

"I don't know about his, Jae," Seojoon sighed wearily as the three of you sat at the bar and surveyed the scene.

"Trust. Me." Jaewon confidently said, before turning to you. "Our dear Y/N here needs someone a little rough to take care of her if her dreams have anything to say about it, and this is the perfect place to find that someone."

You groaned at Seojoon over the entire situation. "I still can't believe you told him."

"You told me?"

"Yeah, but you're you and he's..."

"Devilishly charming?" Jaewon provided for you.

"Fucking annoying was what I was going to go with."

Seojoon, who was sitting in between the two of you, grabbed his drink and downed it before saying, "Do you two always have to do this?"

Jaewon completely ignored him and continued, "You know... maybe I could help you with your problem."

"I would rather swallow nails." You scoffed at the gross thoughts that idea put in your head.

"Well, that was... kind of fucked up."

Seojoon sighed and turned on his stool to survey the crowd, while you ignored Jaewon and ordered another drink. A strong one.

Not even a minute later, Seojoon suddenly gasped and choked on his drink. Jaewon and you both quickly turned to check on him as he coughed, but he ignored your "are you okays" and turned to you with wide eyes. You searched his face trying to figure out what was wrong before he finally got out the word "Kris".

Your own eyes widened as you processed the name in your head. Kris? Kris was fucking here? You quickly turned and searched the bar looking for the man, literally of your dreams, while you heard Jaewon asking Seojoon questions.

"Kris, the dude she's been having dream sex with, Kris?"

Seojoon must've nodded or something, because then you heard Jaewon say, "Damn. I guess here really was the perfect place."

But whatever he said after that is drowned out, because you find the exact person you're looking for.

He stood off to the side in his normal all-black get up and stupid good looks watching the crowd of sweaty dancers. Your eyes tracked his every move like they couldn't help themselves. What was it about this man that caused him to occupy your thoughts so much?

You swung back around to the bar and downed your drink before immediately ordering three shots. Jaewon thought it was sweet you had ordered them a shot until you informed him all three were for you.

"Is that really necessary?" Seojoon asked.

"It's more than necessary, Joon. I haven't seen him since before those dreams started, and if I have to sit here and watch him talk to someone else... I need to be drunk."

"Why don't you just go talk to him?" Jaewon suddenly asked.

You? You had a whole list of reasons why you couldn't go and talk to him. "Because I'll probably do something stupid like let the word 'daddy' slip out or some shit."

"And who would you be calling daddy?"

Your entire being froze as the familiar voice joined in on the conversation. His words were like a caress on your body and you involuntarily shivered.

Slowly, you turned around to look at Kris, but not before catching Jaewon's smirk. The prick must've noticed Kris coming up to you and set you up.

Once you looked up at Kris, his lips parted as his eyes raked over your entire body, lingering in certain areas for too long. You quickly looked down to see what you had worn as it completely escaped your mind, and relaxed when you saw the tight, blood-red dress you loved. At least you had managed to choose one of the better outfits you owned tonight.

"You look exquisite." He told you in a low voice, while his eyes burned into you.

All words were trapped in your throat, and you couldn't have been happier when Seojoon jumped in.

"Hey, Kris. What's up?"

"Hey, Joon." Kris looked at him briefly before his eyes fell back to you.

It was like you were trapped in an illusion. Mesmerized by his aura and his eyes were leading you down a dark and dangerous path.

"Dance with me."

You heard the low command in his voice and your body immediately responded before your brain had a chance to catch up. Standing up from the stool, you heard Seojoon say something to you, but whatever he said fell on deaf ears. You took Kris's hand and sealed your fate by following him out to the dance floor.

The bodies dancing around you pushed you closer together and the music pulsated through you, giving Kris and you a shared sensual feeling.

Without hesitation, Kris put his hands on your hips, pulling you into him and a thrill went through you as his half-hard member pushed against your body.

You threw your arms around his neck as you grinded into his body. The two of you locked eyes and never looked away. The experience was so sexual that you were becoming dizzy, your mind clouding up with lust. Sweat gathered all over your bodies, making you slick, and adding just a hint more to the near unbearable sexual tension in the air.

You closed your eyes at all of the sensations you were experiencing, but when Kris's soft lips found their way to your neck and began nibbling, an overwhelming desire shot straight through you, and you knew only one thing would satisfy you.

You pulled away from Kris and met his blown out eyes with your own and the look on your face must've conveyed everything you felt because not seconds later, his lips crashed into yours.

There was no time to be sweet or slow. You needed him and you needed him now. When he thrust his tongue into your mouth, a small moan left you and you felt a low growl leave Kris.

He reached down to your thighs and you quickly jumped up onto him, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, causing his cock to push against your core deliciously.

You felt him pushing his way through the crowd, but you were too wrapped up in the taste of him to pay much attention. The way he worked his lips and tongue reminded you of the dream you had of him and you wanted nothing more than for him to taste you, but that would have to wait because you needed him inside of you now.

You were so turned on, you were clenching around nothing and the emptiness you felt pulled a whine from you.

You felt Kris push through a door and you pulled away for a second to see you were in some type of backroom, but you didn't care enough at the moment to pay much attention. The room was empty of people and that was all that mattered to you.

Kris backed you into a wall, recapturing your attention and his mouth found its way to your neck again. You moaned before saying his name, and when he pulled back, you searched his lust-driven eyes and swollen lips.

"I need you inside of me."

Instantly, you felt his hands push your dress up, exposing your lacy underwear. He pushed the scrap of fabric to the side and ran his fingers over your slit.

"Jesus christ. You're so fucking wet, baby girl."

He pulled his hand back and put it up to his mouth before sticking his fingers in and tasting your juices. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the taste and you had never been so turned on in your life.

Without wasting any more time, he unzipped his pants and pulled himself free. Your eyes immediately went to his erection and widened at the size of him. The tip was a throbbing, deep red and precum leaked from it, making you lick your lips and yearn for a taste.

"This is going to feel so good, baby girl."

He took ahold of his cock and ran it up and down your slit a few times, before finding your entrance and slowly sliding in.

The pleasure you felt at finally having him inside of you trumped the pinch of pain and slight burning you first felt, and you needed more of it.

Once he started to move in and out of you, you almost went cross-eyed. This was even better than your dreams.

As he pounded into you, you made no attempt to hide your pants and moans. You were too focused on him filling you up, and when he found your g-spot, you knew you were going to be a goner soon. Hell, you already were. All you could do was hold on tight and enjoy the ride because Kris's pace was relentless and his grunts were sinful.

His name slipped out of your mouth once you felt your climax building. The muscles of your abdomen began flexing and an almost animalistic instinct drove you.

You felt the pads of Kris's fingers circling your clit and the sensations were too much. Everything was too much.

"Come for me, baby."

That was all it took. Your orgasm slammed into you like a tidal wave, drowning you in stars and static.

Kris pumped into you a few more times before grunting and cumming inside of you. Once he was done, he rested his head against your shoulder as the two of you tried to catch your breaths.

A soft chuckle fell from his lips and you felt yourself smile.

"Well, that was fun."

After that night, you and Kris had hooked up every day. Either he would come to your apartment, or you would find him waiting for you outside of work, and the entire situation was beyond thrilling.

At the time, a part of you wondered what the two of you were doing, but whatever it was, you didn't want it to stop. He was perfect and so good at everything. The two of you acted out nearly every fantasy you had, and he taught you so many things that you actually had to take a step back at his knowledge. He was very, very experienced, which should've been red flag number seven.

After a month of daily hooking up, you found yourself developing feelings for Kris, and they were strong, You had gone to Seojoon for advice and he tried convincing you to talk to Kris, but something in you told you that Kris was not a relationship guy. Apparently, your instincts knew more than you did.

Another reason that you didn't want to bring it up was that lately he had been agitated by everything. A commercial on TV, someone driving the speed limit in front of him, the wind outside... He was so quick to snap, and at first, none of it was directed at you, but within the past few days, he had become very short with you and you couldn't figure out why.

The sex between the two of you was still great and even more frequent, which told you that couldn't have been a part of the issue, so you finally decided to ask him about it. He muttered something about "not feeling good" and "fever", so you shrugged it off thinking he was sick, but then he started to avoid eye contact with you...

One of the times he was doing it, you tried to force him to look at you, and when he finally did, you could have sworn you saw a flash of red in his eyes, but you quickly blinked and it was gone. At first, you thought you were hallucinating or maybe you were exhausted and imagining things, especially when you also started to feel gross.

The first couple of days, you wrote the headaches off as sinuses or something, but then you started to feel nauseous every day, and you assumed Kris had gotten you sick also.

Tonight though, tonight was the night everything had come crashing down around you.

Kris and you had been hanging out at your apartment, eating take out and watching Netflix, and Kris was bitching about the characters on the show the two of you had decided on. You had already been feeling like shit and your patience level was at an all-time low, so you snapped.

"Can you stop fucking complaining about everything?!"

You watched Kris through wide eyes because you hadn't really meant to yell at him... When he turned toward you, his eyes narrowed at you and you could feel agitation and anger rolling off of him.

"Am I bothering you?"

His irritation somehow seemed to spike yours, and you said, "Yes."

A look of hurt flashed across his face, and he looked away from you to hide it. You didn't know why you had said that. Yes, he was irritating you, but you would never tell that to someone so blatantly. You would at least be a little more polite, but you couldn't help it.

If you weren't feeling like shit, you were feeling pissed off, and there was no in-between. You weren't acting like yourself, and it almost felt like you were losing control. You wondered if maybe Kris was rubbing off on your attitude and considered maybe the two of you should take a break. This relationship or whatever it was had gotten hot and heavy a little too fast.

"Maybe we shouldn't see each other for a while..."

Kris slowly turned back to you and that was the first moment that you truly felt fear of him. His eyes had changed to a bright red and the whites of them faded to a black. The image was truly disturbing.

"Kris... what..."

In shock, you backed away from him on the couch until you were pushing against the arm of it. A sad look crossed his foreign features and you heard him say your name quietly.

You jumped off the couch and put at least five feet in between you, and that was when you saw the black horns pushing out of his scalp.

You gasped and quickly lengthened the distance between the two of you even more. "Kris, what the fuck?"

"Y/N." He said, standing up and moving toward you.

"No! Stay right the fuck there!"

He sighed and looked down at the ground. "This was never meant to happen..."

"What're you... what..." You were completely in denial about what you were seeing, and you couldn't remember how to put words into sentences.

"I never meant for you to find out like this..."

"Find out what? What is this? What are you?"

"I'm an incubus."

The word floated around in your head. You've heard it before and knew it was some type of sex demon, but they were myths, weren't they? They most certainly were not real, and one was not standing in the middle of your freaking living room.

You thought back to what Seojoon had told you about Kris, "he's into some dark shit... demons, underworld type shit...", and stare at the horns on his head. There was no way this was real... He had to be faking or something... But you had seen the changes happen themselves... He never put anything on his head or in his eyes as a joke.

"You don't believe me, do you?" He quietly asked.

When you failed to reply, another sigh left him and you couldn't tell if it was your imagination, but it looked like his shoulders slumped.

Then, before your eyes, his body began to change. Black scales began to replace his once tan skin. His body grew at least a foot taller and his horns lengthened until they twisted around like a ram. Blood red wings began to unfold from behind his back, expanding most of your living room, and a spiked tail was suddenly moving behind him.

You blinked multiple times, not believing the horror of what you were witnessing. There was no way that was Kris... Or you were having a nightmare because none of this was real.

"Y/N..."

Hearing your name come out of this horrifying creature was too much for you, and when the darkness crept into the sides of your vision, you welcomed it.

That was a few hours ago.

When you came to, you found yourself in your bed and you knew only one person... being... could've put you there. You quickly search your room for the terrifying thing that was in your living room and instead find Kris in his human form.

A relieving feeling washes over you at the normalcy of the sight. He was slumped under your window with his head in his hands and he looked... sad? Frustrated? You weren't sure until he stilled and suddenly looked up at you.

The two of you stared at each other in silence for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes. How were you supposed to react? There was a freaking demon in your room.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way..."

You had no idea what to say because you had no idea how you even felt. "Oh, no problem, it's okay that you're a demon", or "how do I exorcise you?".

"I don't... I don't know..."

"I know it's a lot to take in."

"Why? Why me?"

"It was never meant to be you..." He sighs. "For my existence, I need to have sex to survive. Any kind of sex and a lot of it. It fuels me like food fuels you. I can't exist without it... Your neighbor was just that. Food. When I ran into you outside of your apartment, you were just going to be my next conquest. We were never supposed to start a relationship..."

You sat up from your laying position on your bed and turned towards him, quickly being drawn into his explanation, but maintaining a good amount of distance between the two of you. "So, you were following me..? The bookstore, the cafe..."

"Yes and no. I followed you to the cafe and the grocery store, but the bookstore was a coincidence. Also, before you ask, I didn't befriend Seojoon to get to you. I actually had no idea you knew each other."

"You followed me to have sex with me?"

"Yes, but feelings were never supposed to develop. It was just supposed to be a couple of hookups and then I was supposed to move on, as harsh as that may sound."

You flinch at the truth of his words, but really, what did you expect? He was a demon. This was apparently his existence.

You tried to process the words coming out of his mouth. He used you and it fucking sucked. Even though the circumstances had changed, and you didn't know what the hell to think about him, it was still hard to hear.

"So, what were you going to do? How long were you going to let this go on? Let me fall harder for you?"

He at least had the decency to look ashamed, but was it all an act?

"I've been trying to get myself to end it, but I can't bring myself to do it... I care about you too much to let you go. That's why I lost control earlier."

You thought back to the demon that had been standing in your living room, with its black scales and red eyes, and shivered. "Was that... Was that your true form?"

He nods yes and gestures to his body while saying, "I can make myself look like any human really, but this is the form I prefer."

"...This is crazy..."

"There's more... there's a reason we can't be together..."

You were sure there were a bunch of reasons you couldn't be together, and honestly, you weren't positive you wanted to be with him after learning his real identity, but you thought the obvious reason you couldn't be together was that he was a demon. "Isn't it because you're a demon and I'm a human?"

"There's that, but that's not the main one..."

It wasn't? His words made a queasy feeling grow in your stomach. What could be worse than the fact that he wasn't human?

He looks away from you and sighs, before turning back and meeting your stare.

"We're killing each other..."

You freeze and try to understand what he's saying. "What do you mean?"

"You've been feeling sick lately, haven't you?"

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest and you nod. He closes his eyes at your response.

"I should've known it wasn't just me, but I thought maybe it wasn't affecting you when you weren't showing symptoms... How long?"

"I've been nauseous for a few days and have had headaches for about a week... I thought I was just getting whatever you got..."

He laughs, but it sounds hollow, empty. "How did I miss that?"

"What does me feeling sick have to do with anything?"

"When a human being has too many sexual interactions with an incubus, they begin deteriorating, dying. We feed on human sexual energy and it drains the human, mentally, physically, and emotionally... They'll become attached, addicted, and it's all they'll care about."

Everything was beginning to become so clear. Why you always thought about Kris. Why you were feeling so out of control. The sick feelings you were experiencing... but now, your heart felt like someone had taken an ice pick to it. "You were going to let that happen to me?"

"No. I was going to leave at the first sign of it... I could never do that to you intentionally."

You heard the unspoken distinction clearly. He would never hurt you on purpose, but it was happening accidentally anyways.

"But what about you? Why are you getting sick?" He looked away and tried to figure out how to get what he wanted to across. "We need to have a lot of sex... and I don't mean a lot of sex by human standards..."

You flush at his meaning but are still confused. The two of you had sex daily, even multiple times a day... How much more did he need?

"Typically... I have sex at least 5 times a day, every single day, and that's a slow day for me. If I don't, I become irritable and quick to anger, and I don't mean this in a way to slam you... Humans can't keep up with an incubus for long periods of time, and that's partly due to biology, but also because we're feeding on you."

You really wished he would stop using the word "feeding" in reference to having sex with you. It was becoming more and more off-putting whenever you heard it.

"You're the only one I've been sleeping with... I haven't wanted to be with anyone else... That's why I've been acting so weird... I'm basically starving myself to put it in a human sense..."

"So, because I'm the only one you've been hooking up with... you're getting sick..."

When he nodded a yes, you looked at the wall across from you and tried not to let your ego take a hit. You weren't enough for him, and there was literally no way for you to be...

There was no possible way the two of you could continue a relationship. One, you weren't even the same species, and two, if the two of you stayed together, one or both of you would die.

You were both already in the beginning stages of the sickness and it would be better for both of you if you ended it now, before things became even worse.

A tear silently slid down your cheek, and you almost wouldn't have noticed it if you didn't see Kris stop himself from moving toward you. You were feeling overwhelmed and you didn't know how to process everything.

Demons were real apparently, and the man you were falling for was one of them. He originally only got with you to feed on your sexual energy, which alone was a fucking weird thought. Oh and also, the two of you were making each other sick and could possibly die. Fantastic.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

"It's just... a lot."

"I can only imagine..." He says with a sigh. "I never should've let it get this far, but I just care about you too much..."

After another tense moment of silence, he clears his throat.

"We have to end this tonight..."

"I know..."

"I just want you to know that I haven't felt the way I feel for you in a long time, if ever. You're special to me and I deeply care for you."

Kris's words affected you because it had been a really long time since you had felt the way you felt about him for anyone else either. A part of you wondered if it had something to do with him being an incubus, but deep down, you knew it wasn't. Your feelings for him ran further than just lust and sex.

After a moment, he unfolds himself from his sitting position and comes to stand in front of you. When you show no fear and make no moves to get away from him, he slowly brings his hands up to your face, putting one on each cheek. He searches your eyes for a moment, before slowly leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead.

It was tender and soft. Nothing you would expect from a demon, but everything you would expect from Kris, and you relaxed into his hold like usual.

You debated with yourself what your next move would be. A smart person would pull away and end it here, but a person like you, who cared about Kris as much as you did, was never smart when it came to emotions. Even if he wasn't... human... you had been with him too many times to care about that at this moment.

You brought your hands up to his and held them there, trying to show Kris whatever you were feeling as you met his eyes. Hopefully, he would be able to decipher it better than you could.

He slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours and you gave him an innocent kiss back, but when you felt his tongue lick at the seam of your closed lips, you quickly opened them and accepted him into your mouth.

You breathed each other in and tried to show your feelings for each other with every move and caress of your tongues.

You felt his hands leave your face before he was gently pushing you back onto your bed, and when you were fully leaned down, he climbed up on top of you.

The two of you made out like teenagers in their first relationship before he pulled away breathlessly.

"I need to be inside of you one last time," he whispers in a low voice, searching your eyes to see if you would be okay with it.

You nod your head in understanding and he quickly undresses while you pull your top off, but before you can get any farther, he pulls your hands away.

"Let me..."

He wastes no time unclasping your bra and pulling you free from it, before lowering himself between your legs. His warm fingers hooked onto the sides of your underwear and jeans and pulled them down in one torturously slow move.

You had been naked in front of Kris countless times, but there was a different sort of vulnerability there. Maybe because you knew this would be the last time...

You pulled yourself from your thoughts when you felt his breath on your most intimate area. He licked his lips before licking in between your folds and instantly finding a rhythm with his tongue that would drive you wild. He hummed and ate you out like you were his last meal, swirling, sucking, nibbling in the most perfect ways.

His fingers worked in tandem with his mouth and the high you were getting was otherworldly. As your moans began to rise in volume, he slowed down and withdrew his fingers, before giving a light kiss to your swollen lips.

He looked up at you from his position between your thighs and crawled his way up you. His hand made his way to his throbbing cock and he stroked it a few times before he guided himself to your entrance.

The delicious feel of him sliding his tip around your wet folds amped up the anticipation until you couldn't stand it, and you whined.

"Please..."

That was all it took for him to line up with your entrance and push his way inside of you until he was fully sheathed. There was no reason for him to wait until you were ready because you were so wet and needy he met no resistance.

He rocked into you at an agonizingly slow pace, before speeding up and hammering into you. He continued to switch up the pace, swirling his hips with each change.

It sent your mind into a frenzy and you wanted to be even closer to him, but there was no way he could get any closer, he was already inside of you. His hands found yours and they intertwined while the two of you locked eyes and watched each other as he pounded into you.

The moment was so intimate, filled with vulnerability and love, that it sent you over the edge together for the last time.

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8 for fanfic writing

8) What is a scene that you wrote that you are most proud of?

Okay, this is a difficult one to answer. I write lots of scenes that don’t even get published and I still love them to death.

If I had to chose one though, it’s one of the scenes in one of my chapter fics called Top Secret. If there’s anything I love writing, it’s suspense.

It’s the scene after Race catches Jack doing something very dangerous and unexpected. Jack pretends he’s never met Race before when Race has the chance to confront him.

Then this scene happens...

The elevator was going to take too long. Stairs! Take the damn stairs, you idiot!

He could already be too late.

He ran up four flights of stairs. He was barely winded by the end of it, only breathing hard because of the panic swirling around in his head.

Rushing up to his own door, Jack fumbled in his pocket for his keys. But when he unlocked the door, he tried to open it only for it to get stuck. Something was blocking it. So he knocked on the door with purpose and tried to shove the thing open. "Racer! Open the door!" he demanded, his fear and worry inadvertently swirling into frustration.

"No! Go away!" came the reply of a little boy who was so obviously shaken.

"Goddamn it, Anthony Michael Higgins Junior! Open the door n' let me explain!"

"Leave me alone!"

Jack growled. "I swear to God, Racer... I need ta talk to ya. J'st open the door!" After all of these years... after all of his fighting and all his struggling... he couldn't lose this boy.

After trying to throw the door open by throwing his body weight against it, Jack shook his head and moved over to the next door on his left. It was opened almost immediately. "Jack, baby, what's wrong?"

"Racer's havin' a breakdown..." Jack forced out, shaking his head in frustration. "I'm sorry, Miss Medda, c'n I use your window?"

Medda nodded immediately, stepping aside and gesturing for Jack to step in. The young man did. Rushing through, he caught sight of Katherine in the kitchen, cleaning off some dishes. "Hey, baby..." he muttered before sliding up next to her and giving her a quick peck on the lips. She smiled at him, not even saying a word. "I'm sorry 'bout rushin' out!" he called as he was walking away again, stopping only to press a kiss to Crutchie's forehead. The boy was dozing on the couch, his leg propped up on a few pillows. "Hey, Crutch..."

"Is Race okay?" he asked drowsily. Jack only smiled a little at that.

"He's gonna be fine, kiddo... I'm just gonna take him for a drive, see if it calms him down..." Jack soothed, beginning to walk over to the window at the back wall, sliding it open.

"Hey, Jackie? Did Race follow you ta work t'day? He said he w's gonna an' he wouldn't talk ta me afta' school..." Jack froze. This was so damn hard.

"No... I didn't see 'im..." And before anyone else could ask him anything else, he was slipping out the window.

Race curled in on himself on the couch. He had a backpack next to him, filled up with clothes and all the money he could scrounge up from his room, after all some psychopath had his wallet. He was debating with himself. He should get Crutchie. Maybe they could leave together. But Crutchie wouldn't believe him. Crutchie would try to stop him. But Jack wouldn't ever hurt Crutchie...

Then again, Race thought Jack would never hurt him.

Lost in thought, the boy hadn't heard footsteps coming towards him from the hallway. Not until he looked over and saw the man that he feared so much walking over to him. Race shot up, backing away as quick as Jack was advancing on him, but when Jack realized it, he slowed to a stop, carefully raising up his hands as a sign of peace. "Hey, hey, hey, kiddo... relax, okay? I know you're scared-"

"Stop!" Race demanded, grabbing the back pack off of the couch, and slinging it over his shoulder. "J'st... stop." He was staring at the man at the end of the hallway. This was the man that had always fought so hard to protect him. But Race had scene him today doing awful things. It was like he didn't even know him at all. "You're gonna try ta get in my head, just like her... so just don't, okay?"

Reluctantly, Jack shut his mouth, clenching his jaw and trying to just beg his baby brother to hear him out without even saying the words. But Race just lost it all over again, tears running down his face and shaky breaths entering his lungs. "William Snyder? Really? That's who you work for?" the boy asked, both disappointment and fear radiating off of him. "He's the most dangerous man in New York, Jack! He's killed people!"

"Racer, you have to calm down-" Jack tried, taking a step forward only for the boy to counter it.

"And Francis Sullivan... your dad's name... Jack... this ain't you!" Race cried backing up even more, reaching for the door.

"No, it ain't, baby brother, but ya gotta let me explain!" Jack begged, beginning to get desperate. He couldn't let Race walk away. Not that easy. There had to be something he could do to make it stop. "Anthony, you don't know what's gonna happen if you don't sit'cha ass down an' let me talk ta ya." He didn't. His brother would be in a world of hurt if he didn't just listen to what Jack had to say.

With a shake of his head, Race just began walking towards the door with purpose, trying not to show how petrified he was of the man he'd once run to for everything. "I don't wanna hear it, Jack, or Sully, or whateva' the hell your name is! I'm gonna go get Charlie n'... n' we'll go find ma..."

Jack hated what he knew he had to do next. He hated it with everything inside of him. "You ain't eva' goin' near that manipulative bitch again!" he stated, his eyes widening at the very thought. He reached into his pocket, a cloth gathering in his hand as he slowly advanced on the boy at the door.

"Ya know what, Jack, she ain't the best motha', but she neva' pretended that she was a good one." Those words hurt. Jack had to take a sharp breath to steady himself when those piercing blue eyes turned back to glare at him as Race was hesitating by the door after moving the chair that had been blocking it. This was his chance.

"Racer... I'm serious, pal... back away from the door or you're gonna regret it." He wished things were different. Truly, he did. But they weren't. This was his life and whether his brothers knew it or not, this was their life too. But Race wasn't listening. He put his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave. "Tony... I don't wanna have ta do this..."

"Just leave me alone, Jack..." Race breathed out, not exactly ready to leave behind the life that he'd been working so hard to be comfortable in. Maybe if he'd succeeded all that time ago, life would be better for them. Maybe if they'd just let him go, they wouldn't have this problem, and Crutchie could live his whole life thinking he had the perfect big brother who would always protect him and care about him. Maybe if Race was gone right now, things would be different.

Finally taking a breath and knowing leaving was his only option, not trusting his big brother in the slightest anymore, Race turned the handle and opened the door, only for it to be slammed back shut by a stronger hand right next to the boy's shoulder. "I can't let ya do this," Jack said, suddenly looking even more dangerous in Race's eyes. Race did the only thing he could think of.

He ran.

He dodged Jack's arms and made a beeline for the nearest fire escape, his big brother right behind him the whole way. "Stop it, Anthony! I don't wanna hurt you!"

"Then don't!" the boy cried, trying to pull open a window in the kitchen, only to feel that Jack was about to make his move. Jack's arms wrapped around him from behind, pinning the boy to his chest and before Race could think how to fight him off, the man was dragging his arms behind him, trying to pin them between their bodies. "Let me go!" Race sobbed out, struggling against his big brother. "Help! Please! Somebody help!"

"Shhh!" Jack hissed, finally able to hold the boy's arms behind him with one of his arms after he shoved the backpack to the ground, before bringing out the cloth and smothering it over the teenager's mouth and nose. Race started screaming harder as Jack dragged him back, away from the windows and into the middle of the apartment again. His brother was still putting up a hell of a fight and Jack couldn't help but try to hold back tears. "Don't fight it, kid... please don't fight it..." he murmured into his boy's ear, leaning his forehead up against the side of his baby brother's head, trying to soothe him even as he was trying to knock him out. "Just breathe it in, Racer... I promise it'll be okay..." He had Race's head back against his shoulder as the boy still tried to fight him off.

It was a long while before Race obeyed, only because he couldn't fight it any longer. The child moaned as his legs gave out on him. He blinked wildly, desperate to keep his eyes open, only for them to roll back into his head as he lost consciousness. Jack sighed in relief and let the weight of the boy pull them both to the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jack kept muttering, pulling the boy into his lap and removing the cloth from his face, pocketing it and letting himself breath for a moment as he relentlessly apologized to the boy who couldn't hear him.

The boy was now a dead weight on his lap in the middle of the living room. Jack breathed hard, cradling his brother to him and slowly smoothing the hair away from his face as he held tightly to the kid, finally giving into the fear that was only growing inside him. As he pressed a loving kiss to his brother's forehead, his eyes drifted to a picture sitting on the table right next to the couch.

They all looked so happy. Him, his boys who were so much younger, and the man that had his arms around them. His brown hair ended in loose curls that fell just above his eyes; his bright blue eyes stood out above all else. Jack shook his head and let the tears begin falling as he couldn't take his eyes off of the stupid photo. "I'm so sorry..." he muttered, burying his face in his baby brother hair.

For a moment, Jack just rocked his brother back and forth in his arms. He was still here. This could all be okay.

The vibrating of the man's cell phone made him jump a little. He sniffled and swallowed, clearing his throat before he answered the thing. "Kelly," he said as he slid the call open. "Yeah, I got him... I had ta use the chloroform..." he admitted, looking back down at the boy's peaceful face. The kid hadn't looked so sound since... ever. "Look, I don't need a lecture right now..." his voice shook at that as he lay Race down even lower and ran a hand through the kid's hair. "I's gonna bring him in... I'll be there soon." And with that he hung up the phone.

As gently as he could, Jack scooped Race up in his arms and lay him out on the couch, rushing to go change into sweats and a t-shirt before going back into the main room and once again cradling the boy to his chest. "It'll be okay, kiddo... I promise, it'll be okay..."

And boy, did he hope it would be.

It was the first time I had ever really written Jack and Race truly at odds, almost like they’re on different sides and no one knew what Jack was doing. I love that Jack is trying to calm Race down even as he’s drugging him and how Race is thinking that he can talk sense into Jack and make him “wake up” in a sense. I think this might’ve been the first time I’d had Race truly be afraid of Jack.

It was an interesting one to write.

Thank you for asking!

#newsies #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #much love #fanfic asks #fanfiction #newsies fanfiction #writing #angst #whump #newsies live #trekkiehood #crutchie morris #katherine plumber #newsies musical #medda larkin #top secret

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fragmentedink-archived · 4 years

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Hell to Pay: Chapter Twenty-Six

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XIV, XV

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/N: trigger warning for character death, implied past sexual abuse, implied self harm, excessive use of the work ‘fuck’

Amara came home to an empty house. Her stress must have shown, because Cin pressed up behind her as she read Lev’s note. She patted his curls absently when he bit her shoulder, and sighed softly. “I don’t think he’s okay.”

“He smells like baby,” Cin observed.

Amara snorted. “He lives with a baby, Cináed. What did you expect.”

Cin bit down harder, and then licked the puncture wounds. “It’s a nice smell,” Cin eventually said. “Calming.”

“Softie,” Amara accused. “I don’t know why anyone’s afraid of you.”

He bared his teeth at her, but when she twisted to tug on his curls, he was quick to bury his face in her neck, purring. “Give him some time,” Cin muttered against her neck. “I wander. He might want to.”

Amara grumbled. “Stop talking sense. This is a senseless house. No sense allowed.”

Cin snorted, pulling away. “Okay.”

Still. As time inched by, Amara grew more and more uneasy. She caved after two hours of waiting, and called up Raziel. The angel barely had the chance to confirm Lev wasn’t there before she hung up. Cin watched her pace silently.

The next person she called picked up quickly. “Is Lev there?” She demanded instead of a hello.

“No, he’s not. What’s wrong?” Nate replied.

She considered hanging up on him, but knowing Nate, he would just call her right back. “He went for a walk, didn’t say where. I’m being paranoid probably, I just wanted to know where he was. It’s just a bad feeling, that’s all.”

Nate paused. “Do you need me come help you find him?”

After chewing her lip for a few seconds, Amara said, “No. Bay’s ‘bout ready to pop. You should be with your mate. I’ll- I’ll call Nik, see if Lev went home. He was really mopey while he was here, he probably missed them.” She forced her tone to be light and teasing as she added, “Give Bay a big old smooch from me.”

“Are you sure?” Nate said after another moment of hesitation. “I can help for a few hours.”

“Nah. I’ve got Cin, I’ll go bug Nik, we’ll drag Cameron out by his ear if we have to. Focus on your mate. I’m sure he’s grouchy enough I took your attention away from him this long already.” She closed her eyes. “But thank you, Nate. I’ll keep you updated. Promise.”

Again Nate hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Positive as one of Bay’s pregnancy tests.”

Nate sighed. “I’m hanging up now. Good luck.”

“Bye, Nate.” Amara hung up, and chewed on her phone case while she stared at the floor.

“Are you going to actually call?” Cin asked from the couch.

“I’m still debating,” Amara groused, before dialing. “Cameron? Is Lev there?”

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Nik was still slumped at the kitchen table nursing a tequila sunrise when Cameron reached for his freshly cleaned phone half a second before it even started ringing. He didn’t even look up from his cleaning the knives when he instantly said, “Where is he?”

Nik blinked and blinked again, looking down at his drink and then back at Cameron. “How- what? Did you know that was going to ring? Is Lev okay?”

Cameron, of course, ignored him and listened to whoever it was that decided to call at this forsaken hour. “You left him alone? Now?” Cameron said. “You know as well as I do that he’s about as dangerous as a newborn. I knew you were annoying, but I hadn’t realized you were an idiot.”

Nik sat up when Cameron’s mouth ticked. “So much for that magic, hm?” Cameron got up from the table and correctly assumed Nik would follow as he said, “Oh, I can do both at the same time, Amara. Human blood does do that.”

Amara?

“What’s she saying?”

Cameron just hung up and tossed him the phone without looking back at him. “She lost Lev,” he said, neutrally. “So I’m getting healed enough to make up for her incompetence. I’m still too injured right now.”

Nik instantly looked down at the phone and called her number. She answered immediately and said, “You’re a dick.”

“Don’t I know it,” Nik said. “What’s going on.”

“Lev left me a note, saying he went for a walk. But I don’t know how long he’s been gone.”

Nik closed his eyes and sighed. It was too early for this. It was too damned early. No wonder Cameron sent Eden away. Maybe he really wasn’t capable of protecting her. “Does… your magic say anything?” he asked. “You know that… thing you can do?”

“I have a bad feeling. It’s probably me being paranoid.”

Anxiety shot through Nik’s stomach when Cameron turned his head just enough to say, “You’re not being paranoid.”

“Cam said you’re not being paranoid, Mar.”

“Does Cameron want me to meet you there, or does he want to come meet me?”

Cameron said, “I’m not going to show up to that squallor you call an apartment, and I need to get healed. It’ll save time to just come here.”

“Did you catch that?” Nik asked her.

“He’s being a bitch again. Yes, I can hear him.”

“You make it sound like it ever stops,” Nik said, sighing. “How long you going to be?”

“Depends on if I crash my motorcycle on the way there or not,” Amara said. “The roads are getting icy.”

“Okay,” Nik said. “Just. Be careful, Mar. Can’t be worrying about you too.”

“No, I refuse,” Amara said, before promptly hanging up on him.

Nik sighed bitterly and shoved the phone into his pocket. But it promptly rung again. It was Lev’s cell but Cameron said, “Give me the phone.”

Nik blinked, and handed it over before he could think of an argument to that clipped tone. Cameron held it to his ear, back spasming as he descended the stairs. “Hello?” he said, in a tight voice.

“Lev?” Nik asked, leaning closer.

“Of course I’m still alive,” Cameron said. “It’s hard to kill me.”

“Not Lev.”

Cameron ignored him. “I see you enjoy my toys,” Cameron said, coolly. He paused, listening to whatever it was Nik assumed Destris was saying. “You never did like sharing,” Cameron said. “Don’t be daft, love is useless. He’s been here because he enjoys my cock in his ass. No more, no less.”

A chill ran down Nik’s spine and it had nothing to do with the cool air around them as they stopped in front of Sazra’s room. Cameron kept talking to Destris while he sat down silently on the cot, arms tightening as he braced himself for Sazra’s healing. “You are not the only one who uses my services, Des. As you know, I made my living sucking cock.”

Sazra’s face closed completely as she pulled Cam back to sink her claws into his skin. Cameron jolted, muscles tightening. He damn near dropped the phone as he let himself be baited by whatever it was his sadistic brother was saying. Nik said, “Okay, that’s enough.” He grabbed the phone from him and held it to his ear. “What the hell is wrong with you? Cameron is your brother.”

Destris’ laugh made Nik halt in place. He ground his teeth when Destris smoothly said, “He isn’t my brother. He’s a bastard. I know you angels are soft hearted, Nikolas, but to us demons, bastards are property. Nothing more. Nothing less and if I want to fuck someone, then I damn well will.”

“Where’s Lev?” Nik said. “I know you know, you sick fuck.”

Destris hummed and Cameron flicked a blank, pain laced stare his way. “Stop talking, Nik. He’s not going to tell you, alright? He called to taunt.”

He could hear Destris click his tongue over the line. “He never did have a sense of humor. Whatever do you see in him?” Destris asked. “I can’t believe you actually love him. It’s just an infatuation, you know that right? Do you see yourself in a century, with a little family of your own. With him as your husband?” Destris was laughing so hard. “Gods. I feel sorry for you. Thinking that Cameron is capable of something like that. Did your pet angel think that too? Was he so mooney eyed for Cameron that he completely overlooked the fact that Cameron is a whore and a killer who has already killed a previous lover? Who says you or Levant won’t be next?”

Nik didn’t even allow the blink, even when Cameron was staring him dead in the eye, not saying a damn word, either. Nik just hung up the phone and shoved it into his pocket. He picked at a bracelet, turning his attention to Sazra. “Hurry the fuck up.”

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Amara stomped up the front steps, huffing. Why the fuck Cameron decided to live in an icy, wintery wasteland was beyond her. She damn near wrapped her cycle around a fucking tree twice on the way here.

“You’re not fucking poetic, asshole,” she muttered to herself, shoving the door open.

Not five steps inside a sentry jumped her, but that was to be expected. She slid to the side, shoving her elbow against the sentry’s back as she hooked a foot around his ankle. The second he hit the floor she dropped her weight on him, shoving a dagger against the base of his skull.

“I’m not in the fucking mood to play games,” she hissed. “Don’t push me.”

Footsteps announced Cameron and Nik’s presence, but she didn’t look up, even when Cameron said, “Took you long enough to get here.”

For a long moment, she wrestled with an abrupt impulse to shove the blade home anyway, but she leashed it, tucking that thought away for later, and stood. “You look like shit, Cameron. You sure you’re up for this?” For once, she wasn’t joking around, she wanted an honest assessment.

“The car’s already going. Get in it,” Cameron said, completely ignoring her demanding question.

She set her jaw, trying not to tense. “Guess that answers my question on if you wanted me to follow on my bike,” she muttered, before flicking Nik a look. “I’m assuming you’ve already claimed shotgun?”

“Yep,” Nik said shortly.

“Fucking fabulous,” Amara grumbled. She looked down at the sentry she’d pinned to the floor, and deep violet eyes met her gaze. The hatred there didn’t bother her. She just turned on her heel and stalking out the door. “You’re lucky I like you, Nik.” She sheathed her knife as she headed back outside.

Nik rolled the windows down as soon as he was in the car. Amara slid in the backseat after a moment of hesitation (and, admittedly, a Look from Cameron), but it took another look to get her to put on her seatbelt.

“Where the fuck are we looking first?” Amara demanded.

Cameron didn’t even answer, instead tapping away at his phone, and then fiddling with the GPS installed in his car. Rich motherfucker.

The silence was unbearable, but Amara knew better than to try to talk. Nik wasn’t saying a damn word, which Amara assumed meant he was working himself into a panic, as if that would fucking help anything. All he did was stare out the window and pick at his bracelets.

“Hey,” she said sharply, kicking the back of Nik’s seat. When he didn’t even glance back at her, just kept plucking at the bracelets on his wrists, she scooted forward, ignoring Cameron’s dirty look, and smacked Nik’s shoulder to get his attention. Anything to get him to fucking stop. She dug around in her pockets until she found what she was looking for. “I forgot to tell you, but you left this at my house. A-fucking-gain.” She dropped a guitar pick in Nik’s hand, and settled back with a huff.

It worked, at least. Nik still didn’t say anything, but he went to running his thumb over the pick instead of picking at his bracelets.

She glared out the window as the streets slowly became familiar again. Too familiar. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she said, straightening. “That’s not-” She stared at the house at the end of the cul-de-sac they were approaching. “Lev’s not there, but that’s a fucking low blow.”

Cameron pulled to a stop outside Remiel’s abandoned house anyway. Amara thumped the headrest of his seat.

“You know he’s not there,” she said, sharply. Anxiety roiled somewhere behind her ribcage, an awful feeling she couldn’t shake. “Why the fuck did you stop?”

He shot her a look before pulling his phone out.

Not a second later, it began to ring.

---

Cameron had his phone in his hand and had to his ear not even before it had a chance to get to it’s first ring. He hadn’t even looked at the caller ID before saying, “Where are you.”

He barely heard the faint, “Cam- Cameron? I made a mistake.”

“Where. Are. You,” Cameron said, putting his car in reverse and starting to drive. “I’ll come get you.”

“Back at my house,” he said, too quietly. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

“What the fuck is he doing back at that house,” Amara said.

Nik’s only reaction was the tightening of his jaw, but Cameron just blatantly ignored Amara while he started for Lev’s address. “Keep talking,” Cameron told him. “We’ll deal with your bad choices later, but first that requires you in my house.”

Lev mumbled, “I want to come home. Can I come home?”

“Of course you can,” Cameron said, tightly. “Who else is going to keep Nik busy.” Lev just gave him a weak laugh, but fell far too quiet for Cameron’s taste. “I said to keep talking,” Cameron said. “Do as you’re told.”

It was a few seconds before Lev said, “I wanted to sell the house.”

“And you still can,” Cameron said, coldly, blowing every stop sign and light on the way. “I’m sure there’s some needy angel that needs a small house with cramped rooms somewhere. Blood stains come out.”

Lev gave another small laugh. “Not everyone needs to live in a mansion, Cameron,” Lev said.

“That’s because not everyone has decent taste,” Cameron said, flippantly. “Some are too poor to afford decent housing. Which is where you come in.”

Lev tried for a teasing tone. “Are you mocking my need to take care of everyone?”

“I don’t know,” Cameron said. “Am I?”

Lev’s house came into view. Cameron just pulled the car into the yard and as close to the door as possible. Nik’s face paled, but he said nothing. Cameron said into the phone, “We’re here. Keep talking.”

“I’m tired.”

“I know,” Cameron said, getting out of the car, walking past the thick trail of golden blood soaking into the light snow covered grass. The midafternoon sun made it reflect and glimmer in the daylight. Cameron ignored the rotting honey smell burning through his nose and shouldered past the wide open door on the front porch.

Nik’s breath was tight and shallow behind him; Amara was on his heel. Cameron weaved through the small space, following the bloody path to Lev curled into himself, holding the phone. Amara was already peeling out of her leather jacket and pulling her black tank top over her head and shoved it into Cameron’s extended hand. “Use that.”

Cameron was already moving and looking Lev over, looking for where it was bleeding most. Lev’s eyes opened slowly and he stared up at Cameron. “That you?” he mumbled.

“I told you to keep talking,” Cameron said, flatly, placing the shirt on Lev’s still bleeding stomach.

His eyes closed again. “That's you.”

Cameron could feel Amara staring at Lev before shifting her gaze to him. “I don’t have angel healing,” she said.

“No shit,” Cameron said, over Lev’s outcry as he scooped him up. He ignored the splitting pain in his back. “The only kind of useful you are is being a pain in my ass. We’re going to an actual healer. Nik- drive.” He was moving past them both, down the front porch and into the awaiting back seat. When Amara tried moving to the backseat with them, Cameron bit out, “Up front.” He didn’t give her the option to argue and closed the door before she could climb in anyway.

“Drive,” she said, to Nik, before turning in her seat to look back at them. At Lev. “What the fuck did he do to you?”

“Amara,” Nik said, tightly enough it was a warning drawn taut. “That’s enough.”

Cameron wouldn’t have been surprised if Nik kicked her out of the car if she pushed further. Amara just turned around in her seat sharply and buckled up, looking back at Lev. “I’m assuming we’re going to see Ash?”

“You assume right,” Nik said, flicking his dark eyes into the rearview mirror at them. “He’s not that arrogant for no reason.”

Amara pulled out her phone, texting, who Cameron assumed was the arrogant angel himself. Amara relayed Ash’s message and Nik drove even faster, going white knuckled at the wheel.

“I told you to speak,” Cameron said, tugging at Lev’s hair sharply. “You want to make me happy? Do as you’re told.”

Lev was trying to focus on Cameron’s face, but was failing at it. He was more staring through Cameron, instead. Cameron ignored the twisting feeling cutting through his chest, when Lev said, “I’m scared.”

He knew that already. He could almost taste it. It was palpable.

“I didn’t- say anything to him,” Lev said. Cameron didn’t catch what Lev said when Lev started trailing off. But he did catch Eden’s name. That only confirmed his suspicions, but he shoved that into a box and wasn’t planning on thinking about it again when Lev’s bloody hand covered Cameron’s still applying pressure on Lev’s stomach. “I am- I was...”

“Keep. Talking.”

“Cam,” Nik said, sharply.

He ignored him, pressing his hand against Lev’s abdomen and wiped the shiny blood from Lev’s lip. Nik swung into the drive, going through the grass to the damned front steps, but Lev gave a little sigh, hand going limp and Cameron said, “It’s too late.”

Amara whipped around. “The fuck it is,” she snarled.

Cameron growled low in his throat, but his peripheral vision caught a flash of the annoying ginger stalking to the car. He pushed the door open in time for Ash to swing it open further and climb in with them. Ash’s red hair was pulled back from his face in a tight bun, green eyes flashing and glowing bright.

There was no trace of the insufferable smirk on Ash’s face as he quickly and efficiently assessed Lev’s body, fingers tracing down Lev, looking at all the wounds. He could sense Ash’s magic trying to find some shred of life- of Lev in Lev’s broken and shredded body.

Blood seeped down Ash’s lip, even if his efforts were futile at best. Ash wiped his lip, streaking blood across his cheek as he tried pressing his magic into Lev harder. The car was getting hot enough that Ash’s hair was damn near limp with sweat. “Damn it,” Ash swore under his breath.

“Ash,” Nik said, tiredly.

“No,” Ash said.

“If he thinks he can do it, let him,” Amara snapped.

“He can’t,” Nik shot back, nails digging into the seats. “It’ll just kill him too.” He looked back at Ash. “You selfish bastard, stop it.” When Amara snarled at Nik, Nik cut her a dark look. “Why didn’t you stop him, huh? You’re so intent on letting Ash kill himself to bring Lev back. Why didn’t you stop Lev from leaving.”

“I didn’t know he was going to leave,” Amara yelled at Nik, before turning back to Ash. “Ash, just fucking stop. He’s gone.”

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the-walking-daryl · 4 years

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The Walking Winchester Chapter 8

Summary: The reader gets trapped along with Carol and Maggie causing Daryl to panic and them both to realize things between the two aren’t as friendly as they think.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Violence

AN: Yay, first post of the new year. Im hoping to update more than I did and have a bunch more new and interesting stuff for you guys.

“We've got a Carol and a Maggie. Now I'm thinking that's something you want to chat about,” the women says through the walkie talkie.

From where we are standing the three of you can see the rest of your group off in the distance. Daryl is pacing rather quickly while the others attempt to survey their surroundings. No one was prepared for this. There wasn’t supposed to be any casualties, especially not people so important to the group.

You were already plotting a way to get Carol and Maggie safe when the women spoke into the walkie again, “Now, we're gonna work this out right now, - and it's going to go our way.”

The other end is momentarily silent as Daryl and Glenn raise the lone survivor of the attack, “You can see we have one of yours. We'll trade.”

The women hesitates for a minute, almost like she was debating the idea before she answers, “I'm listening.”

“First I want to talk to Maggie, Carol, and Y/N. I wanna make sure they're all right.”

It’s that that the women turns to us with a steely expression, “I'm gonna put you on. You say you're fine, I'll know if you try anything else.”

She holds the walkie up to Carol first, “Rick, it's Carol.- I'm-- I'm fine, but--”

Scoffing she pulls the walkie away and turns to Maggie, “Now you.”

“Rick, it's Maggie. We’re all okay,” she replies shortly as we share a knowing look.

When the women turns to me I don’t even bother mentioning my name, I instantly begin speaking, “We'll figure this out Rick, I got this,”

“Shut up,” the women snaps before speaking to Rick herself, “You have your proof. Let's talk.”

“This is the deal right here. Let 'em go, you can have your guy back and you all live.”

“Three for one, that's not much of a trade,” she scoffs.

“You don't have another choice or you would've done something about it already,” Rick replies and even through the static of the walkie you could tell this really wasn’t a negotiation, either way Rick was getting the three of you back.

“We have to get him back,” the only man of the group speaks up in a urgent tone.

“Primo can take care of himself,” the red head speaks, almost like she was the one in charge.

“He can patch me up,” the man almost yells now, “I need him, thanks to that bitch.”

His glare is focused on Carol at this point as he continues to speak, “You lost your balls, Paula. You should've shot her in the head so they could hear her die.”

As the group begins to bicker amongst themselves you begin to come up with a plan in your head. You nearly had it figured out too when the static of the walkie and Rick’s voice pulls you back again.

“Look, I know you're talking it over. It's a fair trade,” he says before pausing, “Just come out, we do this, we all walk away.”

The woman with a gun held at the three of you looks at the others in the group and remarks, “Smug prick. He must think we're stupid.”

“Yeah, but that's a good thing,” Paula, the red head, replies studying your group.

“Do we have a deal?” Rick asks impatiently over the walkie.

“I'll get back to you.”

As she finishes speaking the women guarding the three of you tucks her gun away and walks behind you unexpectedly pulling your jacket so that it blocks your line of sight.

“Move! ” you hear the leader order as hands begin to jostle the three of you.

As they were leading you three they kept your faces covered, simply telling you when to turn until Paula called out, “Wait.”

You hear a car door open and all three of you are shoved inside. Once the doors close again Paula speaks into the walkie, “Omega, omega, Saviors down. Go to Gamma, code "fire.”

When the only response she gets are static hisses she decides to continue, “Alpha channel is not clear. We follow the protocol.”

‘There are more of them?’ You think to yourself as static sounds through once again.

“Where the hell are you guys?”

After a few minutes a man answers, “Out west of the--” the man begins before his voice is replaced by a static hissing once again, “15 mi-- on-- way.”

“We're headed to the break point. Switch to Theta channel, same code. If I'm not there, toggle to Alpha, listen in.”

“Copy that.”

“I hate this damn place,” you hear one of the other women says as a door creaks open and you’re lead into a building.

They may have moved you guys from where you originally were, but they forgot to make sure your eyes were covered enough. The whole ride you tracked where you were going from what you could see under the bottom of your jacket as well as listening to their conversation. Even if the group couldn’t find the three of you, you were going to get Maggie and Carol to safety.

“Get on the ground,” Paula orders as a door closes behind you guys and the jackets are removed from your face..

“You there. You, over there. And finally you, over on that side of the room,” Paula orders duct Taping your feet and hands as she does.

As she continues to talk along with the rest of your group you let your eyes scan the room as if your just surveying your surroundings, when in reality you’re doing so much more. You’re slowly plotting a way out with all the information they were so stupidly giving you.

Only your plan was cut short by the sound of Carol hyperventilating. As Carol begins to pant heavily both you and Maggie try to gain her attention as best you can with gags in your mouths. As Maggie switches her attention to our captures instead you continue to call for Carol.

The muffled scream finally caught your attention when Paula and the older of the other two women walk up and rip your gags off

“What?” Paula asks annoyed.

“She's hyperventilating. Somebody needs to take her gag off.”

Walking away from you and towards Carol the older women finally speaks, “She's a nervous little bird, ain't she?”

As she pulls the gag from Carol’s mouth the third woman walks up with a gun and cocks it, “Look at you. Bitch, how did you make it this far?”

As the words leave the woman’s mouth his blood begins to boil. As the women begin to taunt Carol she doesn’t reply, she simply catches her breath until finally she can’t stay silent, “It doesn't matter what happens to me. Just don't hurt Maggie, don't hurt the baby.”

“Yeah, right,” Donnie, scoffs, “She got a bun in the oven, she doesn't look it.”

“I'm only two months, I think,” Maggie speaks up.

“You're some kind of stupid, getting knocked up at a time like this,” the Paula states as you go back to planning an escape.

“Leave her alone!” you hear Maggie scream pulling you from your thoughts.

Looking up you see Donnie with Maggie by the hair until Carol attempts to kick his legs out from under him. It is then that he turns his sights on Carol and you instantly jump into action taking him down as fast as you can with no access to your hands and feet.

As soon as the man is down Paula turns to the brunette with a gun, “Take her out. See if she knows anything,” she says gesturing towards Maggie.

Some time later the walkie begins to produce a static hiss once again before Rick’s voice cuts through, “Have you thought about it? Talk to me.”

“You weren't listening,” Paula replies annoyed, “I said I'd contact you.”

“Would it make a difference if I said I was sorry about that?

“What do you think?”

Rick pauses momentarily, “I think we're gonna make the trade, so tell me where.”

“We haven't agreed to that.”

“You will.”

“You know what? I'm not so sure,” she retorts, “We'd be taking most of the risk, not getting much in the way of a reward.”

“The other option won't work out for you,” Rick threatens.

“We'll take our chances,” Paula states ending the conversation.

“You don't have to do this,” Carol sighs speaking up, “You don't have to fight.”

“Your people killed all of my people. Of course we gotta fight.”

“We didn't want to.”

“But you did. So tell me why.”

“Your people ambushed my people on the road, tried to take everything we had. They were gonna kill them.”

“Well, damn,” the older woman, Molly, chimes in, “So now we know what happened to T's group. Those idiots. Probably put on a big show.”

“Okay, fair play. You were just defending yourselves,” Paula declares, “But, see, your people killed them on the road, right? Blew them to pieces. So, why not stop?”

“They said they were working for Negan,” Carol argues.

“And what do you think you know about Negan?” the women asks.

“I know he sounded like a maniac and we were scared. We had to stop him.”

“Sweetie, sweetie. We are all Negan,” Molly says with a laugh.

“What do you mean?” Carol questions as you chime in.

“What does that mean?”

Neither womens answers you so Carol takes it upon herself to keep the conversation going. You can tell she know exactly what she is doing so you let her continue while you start with faze one of your own plan. As you continue cutting the duct tape that is wrapped around your hands when Paula speaks into the walkie, “Asshole, are you there?”

“I'm here,” Rick replies almost instantly his voice rings clearly through the speaker without any static..

“We've thought about it and we want to make the trade.”

“That's good.”

“There's a large field with a sign that says "God is dead" about two miles down I-66. Good visibility in all directions.

“We'll meet you there. 10 minutes?”

“10 minutes,” Paula confirms before pulling the walkie away and looking at Molly, “Mm-mm. Now, that was too easy.”

“Maybe they're just itching to get their people back,” Molly argues.

“No, there was no static. There should've been static. They're close. They're probably already here. We were careful, but there were tracks.- There had to be,” Paula says as she begins to pase.

“They killed everybody back home. They have the weapons. They know what they're doing. They're probably waiting to kill us as soon as we walk out those doors.”

“That's what we'd do,” Molly interjects.

“No. You have to listen to me, please. Rick is a man of his word. He wouldn't put us at risk to attack,” Carol argues.

“Then he's just as stupid as you are,” she states before switching frequencies, “What's your ETA?”

“A few minutes away, - but the car is running on fumes,” the man replies.

“We have gas. We'll fill you up and then we move. Radio when you're back in the perimeter.”

As the two leave the room your hands bust free from the tape and you make quick work on your ankles as well. Once you are done you make your way over to Carol who you realized was doing the same thing already.

“Are you okay?” you ask her worriedly.

“I have to be.”

“They've spread out, but I think we can make it past them,” Maggie says rushing into the room.

“We have to try,” Carol states seriously.

“We can't leave them alive though,” you try to reason with the two women in front of you.

“No, we should just go.”

“Carol, we have to finish this,” you state seriously looking at Maggie for support.

“We have to,” Maggie nods in agreement.

As we all come to an agreement the man on the floor begins to rasp, “He was already dead, he's turning. We should go,” Maggie says rushing towards the door.

“We need a gun,” you remind her before she can leave. Looking around the roo for a minute she motions to the broken pendant you used to cut yourself free, “Give me that.”

Just as you pass her the pendant Molly makes her way back towards the room, “Where are ya, Magnolia? I wanna bloody up that nice--,” she doesn’t get to finish her sentence since Maggie slits her throat and snatches her gun.

“Let's go.”

As we walk past some walkers in the hallway Carol looks to Maggie and explains, “They're using them to keep us in and keep the others out.”

“Come on, we have to find 'em,” Maggie replies before gunshots alert us of Paula’s location.

“Just run,” the red head says.

“Shoot her,” Maggie demands not taking her eyes off Paula.

“Go on, do it. You've killed Donnie, you've killed Molly. Your people have destroyed my home.”

“Get outta here,” Carol says in attempt to spare the woman.

“Carol,” Maggie urges

“You have no idea. The things I've done, what I've given up, what I had to do,” Paula continues.

“Just run.”

“Carol, shoot her already,” Maggie demands.

“Go ahead. I've already lost everything.”

Paula lets out a grunts as the bullet hits her and Carol simply states, “I told you to run.”

Paula and Maggie realize then that Carol isn’t the one holding the gun anymore, you are.

As Carol and Maggie are busy with Paula the male’s voice speaks through the walkie again, “Paula, we're approaching the perimeter. - Are we a go? - Do you copy?”

The static on the other end stops and you pick up the walkie and begin imitating Paula, “Meet us on the kill floor.”

“I think I might have killed 18 people. I should've killed Donnie, in the woods. I had a clear shot. I didn't miss. None of this would've happened if I had just killed him,” Carol says quietly and with one look in her direction you can’t help but feel bad

“Don't think about it,” Maggie tries to reason.

“I can't stop.”

“We're almost done,” you assure her before setting off to finish the plan you already have in mind. As the group of me that Paula called made their way into the room you told them to go into you dropped a lit match on the floor lighting the whole room ablaze. Swinging the door shut behind them you make sure there is no way for them to get out before making your walk towards the exits of the building.

“Maggie,” Glenn sighs in relief when you open the door and are greeted with the sight of your group.

“You okay? We got your trail.” he asks before pausing to sniff the air, “You start a fire?”

“That was me,” you reply hesitantly, “I did what I had to.”

When Daryl hears your confession he releases Carol and makes his way to you, “You good?”

“No.”

“Come here,” Daryl says beckong you to him with open arms.

As you settle into his embrace you can’t help but let your emotions take over, “They're dead. They're all dead, the ones that took us. They're all dead.”

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks softly allowing a hand to run through your hair.

With a firm shake of your head a silent sob rips itself through your body, “It's okay.”

Rick turns his attention to their hostage now that his group is safe, “Your friends are dead. No one's coming for ya so you might as well talk.”

“Let him burn,” Maggie says with a glare towards the man.

“I'm gonna ask you one last time how'd you get the bike?” Rick demands

“We found it.”

“Like hell you did,” Daryl all but growls.

“Was Negan in that building last night or was he here?” Rick asks switching questions.

“Both,” the man says confusing the group more.

It is then that you decide to chime in, “There is more of them Rick, and they all go by Negan.”

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outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 5 years

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hey bby ♥️ congrats!!!! can I request made by my own mind lol. anyways can I get a blurb where bad boy! cal takes care of you after a long night at a party. maybe it was at calums friends house and he drove you to his house to stay for a night and you wake up next to him? thanks bby♥️

Chloe, my sweet baby, thank you so much! I’m sorry it took me so long, but i hope this 3k words ‘blurb’ would be enough of an apology. Also, i have no idea why i decided to make it enemies to lover but, oh well, i looove you! ♥️ ♥️ ♥️

This should have been a good night. It was the beginning of summer and you anticipated this party for some time. You had a plan which included a sexy dress, a cute date and a whole night of fun. Instead of fun though, you were getting wasted on your own in some corner thinking how your dress deserved more. How you deserved more than this asshole of a date standing you up.

You huffed in your drink (third? fourth?) and pouted. Could this night get any worse?

“If not that pout, I wouldn’t recognize you,” you heard and realised the night got ten thousand times worse.

“Fuck off, Hood,” you breathed out, tiredness in your voice. The last thing you needed now was one of your famous fights with Calum Hood. You didn’t remember how and why it all started and, probably, no one did. He was a friend of a friend of a friend, you met at some party or maybe some outing and, well, saying it was hatred at the first sight wouldn’t be an exaggeration here. When one was saying something, the other couldn’t help it but quarrel in response. Soon your friends were joking about the passion between the two of you, but even they dropped that at how intransigent your battles were. You two got pretty successful in avoiding each other, but sometimes the Universe still made you bump into him. You knew the Universe has always had wicked sense of humor. But tonight was too low even for her.

“Chill, will you?” he smirked. “Was trying to make a compliment to your dress. It’s a really good-looking dress.”

You looked back at him, sensing the trick in his words.

“You, on the other hand, look just as unpleasant as usual,” he finished with the same smirk on his face.

Yeah, there it was, you thought.

“Thank you,” you replied, downing your drink. (third? fourth? ugh, whatever!)

You saw his smirk disappear. From all of the things you could say back to him, a simple “thank you” was the most unexpected, obviously. You smiled.

“Was afraid the earth and the sky changed place and I somehow missed it, but your last comment proved the world order is fine and the nature is still in balance, so thank you,” you explained, pushed yourself off the wall and started making your way to the kitchen, where all the drinks were.

“Where are you going?” Calum asked, following you.

You didn’t look back at him, so you couldn’t see how serious he looked asking that question.

“To get a refill,” you dropped.

“It was your fourth drink,” he said.

“Great! The fifth should be the lucky one then,” you said, wondering why the heck was he counting your drinks. Was he about to use it to insult you in any way? Your dizzy mind was trying to come up with any better insults than calling you a drunk bitch, but failed. Finally, you gave up. Wants to call you a drunk bitch? You couldn’t care less.

“Maybe you should stop for tonight?” he asked, grabbing your wrist and making you stop and look at him. “Or at least slow down, it’s not even midnight.”

You sighed. “Seriously, Hood, the fuck are you trying to do?”

“I’m just-”

But you didn’t let him finished. “I don’t know what filth you have in mind for me today, but can we already get to the point? Please? So we finish faster and I can go and be drunk and miserable on my own?”

You saw surprise in his eyes and something else, that you couldn’t recognise fast enough. If it wasn’t Calum Hood, you’d say it was offence. But he of all people couldn’t be offended by you. It was just your tipsy mind playing tricks on you.

Calum let go of your wrist and bowed his head jokingly. The next moment he disappeared in the crowd, leaving you feeling even more of an idiot than before.

You lost count again, not sure if the glass in your hand was still the fifth one or already the sixth. Some guy was chatting you up for some time and you were smiling to his lame jokes, thinking that maybe this night won’t be so bad after all if you leave the party with him. He leaned to you a little, stroke your hair, pushing it behind your ear, and said how damn sexy you were.

“Nah, it’s not her who’s sexy, it’s the dress,” the words sounded behind your back. “I mean, just look at that dress. It’s gorgeous. Anyone would look sexy in it. But the girl… Truth to be told, she’s rather average. Nice body, pretty face, yeah, I’d even go so far to say we have some serious ass here, but her character, trust me, is awful. Can’t keep her mouth shut for the dear life! So don’t waste your time, bro, and go find someone else.”

You weren’t surprised with those words. In the time you knew each other Calum said worse things about you. What did surprise you was how the guy looked at Calum and backed off without any other word. You were left there to stare at his back and gape in shock.

“I know I asked this question one too many times,” you started, turning back and meeting with Calum’s satisfied look, “but the fuck is wrong with you, Hood?”

“Oh, come on!” he said, pointing to where the guy disappeared. “You think he was worth it? I just told him you never shut up, which is truth, and he ran away without another word! You can do better, especially in this dress.”

You had no idea what to say to that, so you just stood there and looked back at him, trying to control the anger inside.

“You just need to stop pouting, is all,” Calum added.

“I can pout whenever the fuck I want! And I can fuck whoever the fuck I want!” you hissed, wincing at a strange feeling in your stomach. “And I don’t need your fucking opinion on-”

You had to stop suddenly, you hand flew to your chest.

“Oh, god, no!” Calum sighed and grabbed you.

You had no idea where he was pushing you to, the next thing you saw was bright sink in front of you. He was holding your hair, while the content of your stomach was leaving you. Calum opened the tap and handed you a paper towel as you were finished.

“You actually surprised me,” he said, leaning on the kitchen counter and looking at you. “I thought you’d puke after the sixth glass.”

“It was the sixth glass,” you frowned.

Calum chuckled. “No, it was eighth.”

“Oh,” you said, not having energy for anything else. You felt your knees go weak, fog enveloping your mind. You knew you just needed to lie down for a moment. Just for a moment.

“No, no, no, don’t close your eyes!”

Calum grabbed you by your waist and slapped your cheek lightly, making you open your eyes and look at him.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” you almost moaned, hanging on his arms.

“Believe it or not, slugger, but I don’t want you to end up unconscious and used by some wanker,” he huffed.

“I’m not a slugger, I don’t fight,” you frowned again, unable to stop your eyes from closing again.

“Sure you do, you fight me all the time!”

“Not physically.”

You heard him sighing as you fell on his chest with your head. You hated to admit it, but he smelled nice and his chest was soft. “You almost unconscious and you’re still arguing. You are a slugger.”

You just yawned to that.

“Please, just don’t fall asleep,” he said to your head.

“Just let me go home,” you mumbled, already half-asleep.

“Sure, where do you live?”

“At home.”

Calum grumbled something incoherent and in one sharp move threw you over his shoulder. This sudden change in disposition woke you up again.

“Hey, put me down!” you squealed.

“So you can do what? Fall asleep again?” he quarreled, leaving the house through the back door.

You closed your eyes, partly not to see people’s reaction, partly because watching the ground was making you dizzy again. And then it’s struck you.

“Calum, my dress is too short!”

He huffed. And put his hand right on your ass.

“Stop pawing me!”

“Hey, a moment ago you were worried about your dress being too short! I’m holding it!” he tried to defend himself as he started moving his hand lower on your butt to, as you thought, put it on your legs. But he stopped as his hand was basically holding your left cheek. He was palming your ass now? Were you even drunk enough for that?

“Calum!”

“I’m saving you from some wanker, holding your hair while you’re vomiting, carrying you cause you’re unable to walk and even taking care that no one sees that nice ass of yours. The fuck are you protesting against?” he listed, slowing down and bending to put you back on your feet.

You stood, feeling your knees go weak again, but found it in yourself to meet his cocky smile.

“You’re a dick,” you said.

He just smiled wider and opened the car door for you. “Can you get inside or shall I help you with that too?”

You didn’t even try to roll your eyes on him, too drunk and tired for that now. You climbed on the passenger seat, Calum sighing behind your back at, probably, your clumsiness. The seat, soft and warm, felt heavenly. You heard him asking you not to fall asleep, as he climbed in and started the car, but you were already on your way to the dream land.

The next thing you knew, Calum was carrying you, again. And god knows where. It was dark and every his step produced an echo.

“Are you gonna kill me?” you mumbled.

“Tempting, but no. I’d like my house to stay a corpse free territory.”

“We’re at your house?” you shrieked in utter shock. “Why are we in your house?”

“Because I have no idea where your house is and you were unconscious,” Calum explained patiently.

“But I can’t be at your house! You’re a dick!” you continued in the same over-agitated tone of an excited three years old kid.

“No, I’m not,” he sighed.

“Yes, you are! And you don’t like me!”

He took a deep breath and stopped. You felt yourself being put on your legs again, more carefully this time.

“That’s debatable too. Can you stand here like that for two minutes?”

You just nodded, not fully aware of what on earth was happening and if you dreamed it all or not. Calum turned on a table lamp and disappeared behind some door. You looked around what was probably a bedroom, as you found a king size bed behind you. It looked so comfortable, that you couldn’t actually keep yourself from it. You took off your shoes, slipped out of your dress and took the first step towards this wonderfully looking bed.

“Jesus fucking Christ, y/n!” you heard behind yourself.

“What?” you asked, turning back to him.

He was looking at you, shaking his hand, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re going to kill me tomorrow, but that’s so worth it,” he said, his sight sliding down your body.

“I was going to sleep,” you explained. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re almost naked in my bedroom.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he agreed, finally moved his eyes off you, looked around and picked up one of his tees lying right on the floor. “Here, wear this.”

“Why?”

“Just fucking take it and wear it!” he growled at you.

You shrugged, took the tee, then looked down your body again. You actually hated sleeping in bra. You sighed, squeezed his shirt between your thighs and took off your bra.

“For fuck’s sake!” you heard Calum breathe out. You looked up at him, he was standing with his back to you now, his hands on his face. You shrugged, not really getting the reaction, and put his shirt on.

“You done?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, looking around perplexedly, thinking where you could put your bra. You dress was lying on the floor, but you really liked that bra.

Calum came up to you, took your bra out of your hands and threw it to the armchair in the corner. Then he took your hand and pushed you to the bathroom. It was big and bright. Too bright for your taste. You squinted as Calum grabbed you around your waist and sat you on the countertop. Took some tissues and the bottle with something looking like a micellar water and asked you to close your eyes.

“If I close them, i’ll fall asleep again,” you warned him.

He laughed, “Actually, sleeping you’re obviously less dangerous for my sanity.”

“I’m dangerous for your sanity?” you asked, feeling wet cloth on your face. The sensation was so refreshing and his hand was surprisingly delicate. He didn’t answer your last question, but in a minute you weren’t already sure there was a question at all. You were too busy basking in his tender touch. Who knew Calum fucking Hood could be so…

“You said I was average,” you remembered suddenly.

“What?” he didn’t understand what you were talking about.

“At a party,” you explained. “You said to the guy I was average.”

He didn’t answer anything again.

“Do you really think I’m average?”

“No, y/n, I don’t think that,” he admitted quietly.

“Then why did you say it? It wasn’t really nice.”

“I said it because I didn’t like the guy and the way he was flirting to you,” Calum said, his voice calm and steady. “That was rude of me, but it was basically the first thing I came up with. Don’t know what is it in you that always pulls the worst out of me.”

You had no idea what to say to that. So you just sat there, while he was taking your makeup off.

“You’re good,” he informed you quietly in a couple of minutes and helped you off the countertop. “Will you make it to the bed?”

You nodded again and trode back into the bedroom.

Surprisingly, you were still awake when he left the bathroom and turned off the light.

“Y/n?” he whispered in the darkness.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll be a room next door,” he said and moved to the door.

You had no idea where this came from, registered the words after they actually left you. But it was too late to take them back. “Can you stay, please?”

“What?”

You turned on your back to see his silhouette and repeated. “Stay here, please. Don’t wanna be alone.”

You heard his heavy sigh. Then he turned to the bed, took off his shoes and climbed on, lying over the covers.

“Why are you so sweet to me?” you asked a minute later.

“Maybe I’m not sweet to you. Maybe I’m just not as much of a dick as you thought.”

“That’s unlikely,” you smiled, hearing his chuckle.

You two didn’t say anything else, just closed your eyes and let your agitated minds drift away.

Waking up was painful and pleasant at the same time. The first thing you felt was your headache. You were ready to swear you’ve never had such awful headache in your life. But you also could feel the smell of the rain, which was one of your favourite smells. You slowly opened your eyes. Then you yelled. Then you sat up. Then you understood you were barely clothed. Then Calum woke up, because you hit him with the pillow.

“The fuck are you doing?” he grumbled, grabbing the pillow from your hand and closing his eyes again.

“Why am I in your bed?” you asked in search of at least some answers. The memories of last night coming at you in wawes. The date that never showed up, cocktails, some guy, vomiting in someone’s kitchen.

Calum opened his eyes and looked as you were remembering what you could.

“You were drunk,” he stated simply.

“Yeah, I got it,” you breathed out. “Why did I-” you tried to ask, then stopped yourself, then decided to finish, “Why did I get undressed?”

“I had no idea, but fully enjoyed it,” the fucker informed you, the smirk you hated so much on his face.

“Can you give me the pillow back?”

“So you could hit me again? Nah, I don’t think so.”

You sighed. After all, it wasn’t his fault you were so drunk that started taking your clothes off in front of him. He helped you, took care of you, let you stay in his house. You sighed again.

“I promise not to hit you,” you said.

He looked at you again, his eyes full of doubt, and handed you the pillow.

You lied down on your side, facing his closed eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “For taking care of me.”

Calum chuckled. “Any time. You’re actually funny when you’re so drunk. And I know I already said your dress was terrific, but, damn, that underwear was even better.”

You tried to fight it, but you couldn’t help smiling to that.

Calum yawned and said, “Give me five more minutes and I’ll cook some breakfast, okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied, not caring for breakfast at all, fascinated by the half-sleeping man in front of you and wondering how this strange night would change things between the two of you.

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scaryscarecrows · 5 years

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Who Protects the Protector?

Cherry can smell a rookie a mile away. Their sense of self-importance, of, ‘I’ll be the one to bring law and order to Gotham!’ is practically a cheap cologne.

This one is no exception. And he’s not local, she can tell. It’s the swagger. Newbies put it on to try and seem bigger, not worth the trouble of an attempted mugging. (They’re always worth the trouble of an attempted mugging. Every damn time.)

She and Mia are standing on the corner, debating on whether or not to go for Korean or Greek. Korean’s closer, but they had that last time. And then their quiet conversation is interrupted by this asshole with his aviators sticking out of his pocket and his hat painstakingly adjusted to look cocky-but-not-too-cocky. No playful flirting, then. He’ll take it seriously and haul them to the station, like a dick.

“Officer.”

“Ladies.” He glances at her boobs. They’re nice boobs. It took her twenty minutes to get them into position earlier. “I’m looking for someone.”

“Uh-huh.” She gives him that special judgmental look she reserves for dummies, just so he doesn’t go thinking he can manhandle the merch without paying. “Watcha want, hon.”

He looks a little taken aback, but he recovers fast enough and says, all gung-ho, “The Red Hood.”

One, either his superiors hate him or he’s just that stupid. Two, fuck this guy. Red got himself stabbed last week chasing after a serial killer that’s been running wild for a month. He got the guy, but still.

“Why?” She twists over and he steps back juuuust fast enough to look nervous. He should be. The girls working the other side of town carry tasers. Painful, but not as painful as the switchblades they carry down here. You won’t lose treasured pieces of anatomy to a taser. “Are you going to send reliable officers to patrol down here after you arrest him?”

“I—”

They never do. They don’t come for hostage situations, homicides, none of it. Batman does, sometimes, but half the time he’s busy with the Freak of the Week. He’s not around, not really. Red’s always here, if you look hard enough, if you really need him.

If you scream loud enough, he’ll come.

“You’re just pissy that someone had to take over your damn job,” she snaps. “And that you and your buddies ain’t gettin’ to skim a little off the top anymore.”

“Look, lady, he’s wanted in connection to several murders—”

“So was the guy in two-fourteen Palm Plaza.” She points at the apartment building in question. “People called and called and called about that one, sugar-lamb, and nobody came. Tell him, Mia.”

“Yeah, officer.” Mia bats her lashes at him, but she may as well be trying to kill the guy with her eyes. “He was gonna cut me up in his bathtub, ‘til he got yanked out the window.”

“That’s not—”

“I would have been number four.”

“I’m only asking nicely one more time—”

“Number. Four.” There’s an awkward silence. “Not that you care.”

“I--”

“Go fuck yourself,” Cherry says, grabbing Mia’s elbow in one hand and preparing to draw her switchblade with the other. “We don’t know shit, ‘cept for that the boys in blue don’t give a rat’s ass about coming down here. And if you harass me again, I’ll be making a report.”

“This isn’t harassment, lady, but it’s about to be—”

That’s it. That is it.

She drops Mia’s elbow, turns around, and invades the guy’s space boobs-first. He steps back and ends up with his back against the crosswalk button.

“Red’s done more for us in eight months than you jackasses have managed in decades,” she snarls. “And now that you can stick a toe out of your car without being chopped up and sent back to the station in a box, you want to haul him in and take all the credit. Lemme tell you something, kid, I’ve had to pay for the privilege of keeping my teeth with my body until very recently. Filing a report won’t get me anything, and we both know it. So get back in your car, drive away, and don’t come back.”

He stutters and reddens and for a minute, she thinks he might hit her. But he doesn’t, just squeezes out from between her and the button, and walks away. She turns back to Mia once she’s sure he’s gone and says, “Greek?”

* * *

Abdoul prides himself on his poker face. He’s lived here his whole life, and it’s a valuable life skill.

He’s faced down mobsters before. He knows the type. They come rolling into his coffee shop like they own the place, terrorizing the other customers and making a mess. But these ones are looking for the man currently bleeding out on the floor behind the counter.

Abdoul’s not even sure Red’s conscious. He’d staggered in under his own power, blood leaking through his fingers, and they’d run to help him back here. And then he’d gone down with a low groan and hadn’t moved again, even when Lina pressed a handful of kitchen towels against the wound near his hip. Not two minutes later, these monkeys had stormed the place, screamed for everybody to stay where they were, and started demanding information.

“I’m tellin’ ya, old man, he came in here.”

“I’m sorry. I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

The police aren’t coming. The panic button under the counter has been here for years, and it hasn’t worked yet. The shotgun under the counter, on the other hand, works just fine. And if these idiots don’t turn around and walk away, he’s going to pull it out.

“Listen, old-timer—”

It takes everything he’s got not to look down when Lina tugs at a towel that’s caught under his shoe. He does shift his weight though, just a bit. Enough for her to pull it free.

“Get out of my establishment.” He narrows his eyes at the gun pointed at him. “You are mistaken. If you lost an injured man, that’s on you for being too slow and too stupid to keep up. Try the roof, he might have gone up there.”

“There’s no blood, boss,” one of them, nearer to the door, whispers. Damn straight. One of his regulars, Dexter Murphy, a nurse practitioner, had accidentally knocked over the mop bucket Lina had been using when the men had started shouting. Any blood on the tile has long been hit with the small flood of soapy water.

The leader moves his head side to side, like a hunting dog, and finally sighs.

“If I find out you were lyin’ to me, I’ll be back.”

“Maybe you’ll buy something next time.”

The man snarls but stalks out, barking orders to the others. Once they’re gone, Abdoul sighs and crouches down to see what he can do. Red, as it turns out, is conscious; his head lolls towards them and he says, voice weak despite the modulator his helmet must have, “C’n I get whatever th’ pastry of th’ day is?”

“Red,” Abdoul says gently, “you come back in here when you’re not bleeding, and you can have whatever you want.”

“Lemme see.” Dexter’s suddenly there, too, batting Lina’s hands away. “Okay, Red…yeah, that’s not really that bad, man, just stay still for me, okay? Okay…”

* * *

Whoever this new guy is, he’s good.

And by good, Alex means they’re fucked. Okay, so she maybe should have waited for backup before climbing in the window. There was a little boy up there, man, she had to try and get him. So that’s on her. But it takes skill to catch a Bat, and smarts to keep one from breaking out and ruining your life.

But this guy, whoever he is, has done it. Her hands are cuffed (her own cuffs!), the little boy is literally like seven, and the Red Hood is…

He’s…

They’ve been calling this guy the Butterfly Collector. And right now, he’s living up to his name; Hood’s been attached the floor courtesy of what looks like a giant railroad spike through his torso. Probably custom, like the others have been. He’s still alive, still conscious, even, but every too-deep breath makes him whimper and he’s clearly trying desperately not to move so much as an inch.

“Hey.” The helmet turns carefully towards her. “You. Okay?”

She said it when she came here and she says it now; vigilantes are a special sort of stupid. She makes her way to him anyway, wishes the bastard would have at least cuffed her hands in front of her, and says, “Yeah. Backup’ll be here soon.”

“Mm. F’you s-s-s-seeeeeee.” He gulps hard like he’s swallowing something. Blood, maybe. “A chance ta get Tommy outta here. Go.”

“You got it.”

“C’mere, kiddo.” The kid-Tommy-moves closer. He looks terrified and blotchy and puffy, like he’s been crying. She can’t blame him. He gets as close to Hood as he probably dares, though, and tilts his head. “This’s. Officer Clemmens.”

“Alex,” she supplies. The little boy glances at her but doesn’t say anything.

“She’s gonna get you outta here, ‘kay?” Maybe. Hopefully. “T-Tommy’s. Mute. S-s-so—”

“Okay, Hood. Maybe shut up now, okay?”

“Mm…”

The door opens and she’s on her feet, shepherding Tommy as far away from the Butterfly Collector as possible. The man doesn’t even look at them. He’s looking at Hood, who’s still trying to regulate his breathing and to stay still.

“How long does it take you to die?” He stalks forward and drops down, hands pressing Hood’s shoulders down until he yelps. “You’ve been—”

It may not be fighting fair, but neither is cuffing a girl’s hands behind her back, and Mama didn’t raise no weak bitch. Alex takes her shot and brings her foot up between the bastard’s legs, straight into his balls. The noise he makes would be funny…okay, yeah, it’s kinda funny. Petty vengeance and all.

It’s not funny when he gets up, still sort of hunched over. She kicks him again, this time in the stomach, and he staggers a few feet away.

“Get the hell out of here, asshole.”

He pulls a gun-her gun, that dick-and this is it, this is how she dies-

-where’d he go.

Seriously, where’d he go.

Tommy pulls on her pants and when she turns around, she recognizes the sign he makes. Every cop knows that sign, just like every cop knows pretty much every translation of the word it’s for.

Batman.

About time.

She shrieks when he’s suddenly behind her, unlocking the cuffs before teleporting to Hood’s side. There’s sirens a few blocks away.

Wait. They don’t get along, do they.

“I’ll kick you, too, if you try anything,” she warns. The Bat doesn’t even pretend to care. Hood makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“Th-thought you’d. ‘Rest me.”

Just for that, she’s tempted.

“Shut up and don’t die, Hood.”

He doesn’t answer. She ushers Tommy away so he can’t see what Batman’s doing to him. And by the time backup arrives, they’re both gone. How? Who knows. But she worries, a little teeny tiny bit, that Hood’s dead. He doesn’t appear after that for a good month and a half.

Maybe it’s bad, but when a serial rapist turns up tied to a stoplight, intestines looped around the pole, she feels a little relief. Not a lot, because damn that’s brutal and really, really illegal, but a bit.

It’s Gotham, after all.

THE END

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 27

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, character death, reader is a little bit of an asshole to her kid but I fix it.

Word Count: 3,429

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

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~~~~~~~~ MID-FEBURARY 2011 ~~~~~~~~~~~

“Why is it always so cold?!” Jax asked as he and Opie walked into Bobby’s house for lunch. You looked up from the invoice you were writing up and huffed.

“This ain’t California, baby. We live in South Dakota now.”

“Yea, well I want a refund. Snow sucks.” You laughed as he walked over and kissed your forehead.

“You work maybe three days a week in a heated shop. Quit bitchin’.” He flipped you the bird as he walked over to the fire place to warm up. “We could always close down shop and go to the bunker for a few days…”

“Uhhh… Not a good idea.” Bobby said as he looked up from the lore book he was reading. You let your head fall back with a groan and looked back up at him.

“How long are you guys gunna keep me away from him?”

“Until I deem it fit to send my grand babies down there.” You rolled your eyes as his cell phone rang.

“I’m gunna find out eventually.”

“Babe, let it go.” Jax said as he practically put his hands in the flames. “You’re so damn nosey.”

“Bite me.”

“I’m always down for a road trip.” Lyla said with a smile as she bounced John on her knee.

“No road trips.” Jax and Ope said at the same time.

“Well, you may get your wish.” Bobby said as he hung up the phone. You looked up at his tear filled eyes and your stomach instantly turned.

“No…. No, no…”

“Darling…” You whipped around to see Crowley standing in the kitchen and you flew out of your chair.

“You son of a bitch, what did you do?!” You screamed. You slammed your fists against his chest as tears poured down your cheeks. “What did you do! That’s my brother!”

“(Y/N), I swear… I didn’t mean…”

“This is on you!” You screamed, not caring that your sons were right behind you. Crowley took a hold of your wrists gently so you would stop hitting him as Jax wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back. “I hate you! I hate you and I never want to see you again! I want… I want Dean!” You collapsed to the ground as sobs racked your body.

“I’m sorry, kitten.” You heard Crowley say softly before he disappeared.

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You were at home, packing a bag for you and your sons to go down to the bunker for a couple days when your cell phone rang in your room. You grumbled to yourself for leaving it in there and ran; picking it up just before it went to voicemail.

“Yea?”

“Hey… so… there’s a little problem.” You froze at the top of the stairs and looked at your screen to double check who was calling before holding it back to your ear.

“Sam… what kind of problem.” Sam sighed.

“Dean’s gone.” You did a double take and your brow furrowed.

“What, you don’t think I already got that message, smart ass?”

“No, (Y/N) that’s not what I mean. As far as I knew, Dean was dead. I carried his body into the bunker myself. Laid him in his room and I just went back to go sit with him while I wait for you and he is gone. Some how, he came back to life and he left a note that said ‘Sammy let me go.’ He’s gone, (Y/N).” You sat down on the floor and shook your head.

“Sam… what the fuck did you guys get into?” Your brother stayed quiet for a moment and you knew he was rubbing his hand over his face.

“I think you need to come to the bunker… and by you, I mean the whole family.”

“Jesus Christ… alright, call and tell Bobby. We’re coming.” You hung up the phone and sighed as you pulled yourself up off the floor. “Jax! Pack a bag for a week; the whole family is going on a Goddamn road trip.” You called down the stairs as you headed toward Thomas’ room to get more clothes and diapers.

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“Why did you drive the truck?” Sam asked as you got out of your truck behind Jax and your Honda. You ignored your duffle on the front seat and headed over to your other car to get your sons inside before you went back out again.

“Because I need it.” You said simply as you got John out of the back seat of the SUV. “I need you to catch…”

“She’s on a war path.” Jax interrupted as he put Thomas down on the ground and started helping Bobby with the bags. “She thinks she’s going…”

“Jackson, stop.” You snapped as Sam picked up his nephew, fighting to keep his look of concern off his face. “Not now.” Your husband rolled his eyes and headed into the bunker angrily; not wanting to restart the argument you had at home again. You needed answers and there was only one person who could give them to you.

“(Y/N)…” Your brother said as you headed through the library to the room that had been officially designated as the boys room to get John out of his car seat and into bed.

“Sammy… just don’t.” You kept walking, refusing to look back and heard Bobby tell Sam that you were going to look for Crowley… by any means necessary. Your brother sighed as he put Thomas down in the hallway and gently guided him toward your room where Jax was internally debating on going with you or staying with his sons like you asked him too. “I need to know why he did this.” You said softly as you put your sleeping son down in the pack and play you had brought from Charming.

“You don’t even know what ‘this’ is.” Sam said as you stood up and left the room; leaving the door open a crack so the boys would be able to hear if John woke up. You shrugged as you flipped off the light.

“So, tell me.” You walked right past Sam and Bobby toward the library. Sam slowly followed you into the room, pain and heartbreak evident on his face. You pulled out one of the library chairs and sat down on the table. You cocked your eyebrow as you waited for Sam or Bobby to say something and began impatiently tapping your foot. “Look, whatever it is is bad enough that it got De killed and turned him into a zombie. So either tell me or…”

“It’s the Mark of Cain.” Your words audibly caught in your throat and your eyes bulged.

“You fucking idiots.” You said as you stood up. “How fucking stupid could you be?” Sam tried to say something and you held your hand up to stop him while shaking your head slowly. “That’s Lucifer’s Mark, Sam. Lucifer gave that to Cain. He’s not dead, he’s a fucking demon!”

“Now, (Y/N), take it easy…” You shook your head at your second father and sucked air through your teeth as sheer fury course through your veins.

“Nope. There is no taking it easy, Bobby. My brother is a demon. So, now that that is established, I’m going to get some fucking answers from the source on why this seemed like the only option you morons had.” You headed toward Dean’s room, knowing he would have money stashed away somewhere in there. “Mark of Cain. Who does that?” You grumbled as you threw the door open. Your stomach turned when you saw the dried blood on the bed and you fought to ignore it as you walked over to the closet.

“Mommy?” Thomas said softly.

“Not now, baby. Mommy’s busy.” You told him as you began ripping jeans off the shelf to check pockets. Dean was usually crafty with hiding his money but it was always one of three places.

“But mommy…”

“Thomas, I said not now.” You snapped as you dropped the pile of jeans in your hand and grabbed one of Dean’s boots.

“Hey! You don’t talk to him like that!” Jax shouted as you reached into the boot and wrapped your fingers around a wad of cash. Score.

“Stop, Jax. I’m not some croweater you can shout at.” You tossed the boot back in the closet and shoved the money in your jeans. You were suddenly engulfed in strong arms and lifted off the floor. “Fucking… put me down!” You growled as you fought against your husband. He dropped you on the bed and quickly used his body to pin you to the blood covered comforter.

“Don’t.” He snarled as you fought to get yourself free. “Look, we get it. You’re mad and hurt, but you do NOT talk to my son like that.”

“He’s my son too, Jackson.” You said as you quit thrashing to glare up at your husband.

“You keep talking to him like that and he won’t be.” Your eyes narrowed as an evil grin spread across your face.

“What you think you can take him from me? I will hunt your ass down so quick…”

“Shut up!” He shouted, using his body weight to give you a little shake. “I would never take my boys but you are doing a fucking good job of pushing him away. He came in here to ask if you needed a hug to fix the boo boo on your heart and you yelled at him for it! You can take your anger out on me all you want, I’m a grown man and I can take it. You will not do that to my son.” Your face softened and tears welled in your eyes. The fight you had in you disappeared as reality permeated your brain. Jax, noticing the shift, loosened his grip on your wrists but didn’t get off of you as he continued.

“You’re upset, I get it. I’ve been there too. Afraid that something is seriously wrong with Dean and that we are gunna lose him forever. But that does not give you the right to talk to your son like that. You pushed him away because your hurting, the same way I try to push you away when I’m hurting. Babe, he’s two years old; he doesn’t understand that! All he can comprehend is ‘mommy is upset. Her heart has a boo boo and I can fix that with hugs like she does when I have a boo boo’. So, take your anger out on me all you want ‘cause I know it’s not directed at me. You take it out on our boys again and there will be hell to pay.” You nodded slowly as tears poured from your eyes and into your hair.

“I’m a horrible mother…” You sobbed as you closed your eyes and looked away; your hurting heart breaking even more. Jax let go of your wrists and wrapped his arms around you. He kissed your shoulder and shook his head as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“No, you’re a little sister that wants answers. You’re a wonderful mom and an amazing wife, (Y/N). You just let your head get a little too far ahead of you. We’ve been here before, babe. You’re trying to push us away so we don’t get hurt; so you don’t lose more family because that’s what you think is best. You’ve said the same thing to me before. We aren’t going anywhere, babe. We’re gunna be right here, in this stinky little magic box… or, you know, buried under the ten feet of snow in our front yard since we live in the Goddamn coldest state in the universe.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Jax sat back on his knees and looked down at you. “It’s really fucking cold up there. We should have gone to Florida.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled a handful of the comforter over to use as a tissue; not wanting to trust touching the box of tissues that sat next to a bottle of lotion on the table on the far side of the bed.

“Florida sucks worse than South Dakota.” You told him as you laid back against the pillow.

“I don’t know what is more gross, the fact that you just used a blanket covered in dried blood to wipe the shot off your face or the fact that I know it belongs to your horn dog brother and you just wiped it across your face.” You propped yourself on your elbows and hummed.

“You know what I wanna know; how we have these beautiful moments and one of us always has to go and ruin it at the end.”

“Oh no! That was all you, you nasty freak.” You shrugged as you pushed at his hips. He stood up and pulled you up beside him.

“Didn’t hear you complaining about the freak part when we were practicing our baby making skills.” He smirked as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Different kinda freak and I will never complain about that… and I love you, but I’m so not kissing you right now.” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your face on his shirt to make a point. With a quick kiss on the cheek, you smiled.

“Now you’re just as yuck. You’re welcome.” He groaned as he pushed you a step back and stuck his arms out to the side with a look of mock disgust.

“Now I have cooties… boy cooties, no less.” You shrugged as you grabbed one of Dean’s old button downs from the closet.

“Now you know why I say the idea of hunting with Dean makes me want to bathe in acid. I gotta go find Tommy and hug away some boo boo’s before I go.”

“Check with Bobby, I told him to find papa so he wouldn’t see daddy throwing mommy around.” You rolled your eyes and headed for the door.

“Such a gentleman, Jackson.” As you stepped out into the main hall, you could hear the song from ‘Cars’ you hated to love floating down the hall and the light in the boy’s room was on. You stuck your head in the room, your brow furrowed and Bobby looked up at you.

“Feeling a little less homicidal?” He asked gruffly as he bounced your three month old in his arms.

“Had to get a little man-handling but I think I got my head out of my ass.” You said as you crossed your arms and looked at your youngest who was asleep on Bobby’s shoulder. You gently ran your fingertip down his nose and smiled when he scrunched his face.

“Still going aren’t you?” Bobby asked as he turned to look at you. You sighed and nodded as you pulled Dean’s shirt on over your jacket.

“I have to talk to Crowley. He won’t come to me so I have to go to him.” Bobby sighed as he gazed at you.

“You idjits are gunna be the death of me.” He said softly. You huffed and nodded.

“Maybe but at least you’ll have some good stories to tell the angels in heaven…” “Dicks…” You both said at the same time. He smiled as you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Take care of my boys for me… all five of you.” He nodded as you kissed the back of John’s head and headed out the door.

“Hey (Y/N)…” Bobby called out as you got to the door. You turned and looked at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too… dad.” A slight blush crept over his cheeks and he brushed you off at the name. You gave him a small smile and headed down the hall toward the music. You stepped into Sam’s room to see him and Thomas lying on the bed, watching the movie on your brothers laptop. “Hey buddy.” You said softly. Your son looked up at you and tears welled in his little (Y/E/C) eyes and your heart broke. “Oh, Tommy…” You walked across the room and picked your son up. You heard Sam pause the movie as you sat down on the bed and hugged your son tight for a moment. With tears in your eyes, you pulled back and sat him down on your knees. “Mommy’s sorry she yelled at you, baby boy. I’m not mad at you.”

“I juss… wanna ta… fix.. da boo boo.” He said between tears. Your tears fell and you nodded.

“Well now we both have boo boos to fix. So let’s hug extra hard and fix them right up, OK?” He nodded as he reached toward you. You held your little boy to your chest; desperately wanting to fix the hurt and pain you caused him. You whispered an ‘I’m sorry’ as Jax kneeled down in front of you.

“I think this boo boo needs a little help.” He said softly as he wrapped his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder. You rested your cheek against his and nodded.

“Mommy, squish me.” Thomas said after a minute and you laughed as you pulled back.

“Well did I squish the ouchie out?” He nodded as he glanced back at the laptop; the pain, thankfully and apparently forgotten.

“Yea… can I watch ‘Cars’ now?” You laughed and kissed his forehead.

“Yea buddy, finish the movie then bed time. You listen to daddy, Uncle Sam and papa when I’m gone, OK?” He nodded, no longer caring about what you had to say as he scrambled out of your arms and across the bed. You glanced over at your brother as Thomas sat down in front of his broad chest and leaned back to use him as a pillow. You sighed as you ran your hand through your hair and stood up. “I won’t go longer than a week but I know I won’t even need that long. Just gunna flush him out, get my answers then head home.”

“Just be careful and check in. If you need back up, I know Garth is down in Oklahoma…”

“Yea, I’ll take my chances. Is there a crossroads box in the Impala by chance.” Sam pointed toward his closet.

“Black drawstring bag top corner. There’s a old cigar box in the trunk of Baby that we use.” You nodded as you crossed the room. “Be careful, Button.” You looked over at your brother with a smile and nodded.

“I’m a blood born Winchester; I got this. Love ya, Sammy.”

“Love you too, (Y/N)” he said as he reached his arm out and started the movie back up. You grabbed the bag and headed out of the room with Jax on your heels.

“You sure you gotta go alone?” He asked as you pulled your truck keys out of your jacket pocket.

“Yea… I just need to vent some anger and well… shit, you know how it is.” He sighed heavily as you grabbed the empty box out of the Impala and headed to your truck.

“I get it. Don’t like it… but if the situation was reversed, you would let me go.” You nodded as you tossed the bag and the box onto the passenger side floor board of your truck. With a sigh, you shut the door and leaned against the front bumper.

“Like I said, I’ll be back in a week whether I find Crowley or not. I just…” He nodded as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I know… I sometimes forget how similar you and I are.” You smiled as you cupped his jaw in your hands.

“That’s what makes this work so well. We both understand the insanity.” He smiled as you pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you, baby. Always.” You whispered against his lips. He rested his forehead against yours and looked at you through his eyelashes.

“I love you, too. Drive safe and be safe. No hero shit.” You giggled and nodded.

“I will. Take care of the boys. If you need me, call me. I’m staying within a hundred miles.” Jax nodded as he kissed you once more. With a heavy sigh, he stepped back and let you go; hating that he knew you needed to do this alone. You pulled yourself into the truck and smiled at your husband weakly as you turned it over. With one more blown kiss, you put the car into reverse and backed out of the garage to start the hunt for your answers.

Part 28

#Jax x Reader #Half Blood Whole Heart #SOA/SPN Crossover

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winchesterprincessbride · 7 years

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Political Animals-Election Day (Part 15)

A/N: Warning for gun violence in this chapter FYI. Well we’ve come to the end of the road with this story. Thanks to everyone for your comments and your enthusiasm. There will be an epilogue after this, and then it’s on to the next story. Thanks for reading! Jen

This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

It’s finally here. The day that has been the focus of the Winchester and Novak families for the past two years. Election day. Today is the that will decide it all. By the end of the night, we would know if all the back-stabbing, mud-slinging, and name-calling by my mother had been effective enough to win her the election.

John had flat out refused to stoop to her level. If he was going to be the mayor, he was going to do it the same way he did everything else, with honesty and integrity. I admired him for that.

This election had truly brought out the worst in my mother. She used every opportunity to bad mouth us in the press. The latest story she had concocted was that Sam had gotten me pregnant to trap me into marrying him. Seriously??

Sam was much better than me at ignoring my mother’s bullshit and laughing it off. I was hormonal and cranky and I usually just wanted to wring her neck on a regular basis. Cas was at a total loss. He told me on the phone the other day he had no idea who my mom was anymore.

“My best guess is she’s been replaced by an alien…..or a robot…” he joked.

“Or she’s just lost her damned mind,” I complained irritably.

“May the best man win,” Cas said seriously, and we both laughed.

“How are my niece and nephew doing?” he asked, trying to change the subject. He knew my mother was a very sore topic for me lately.

“Eight more weeks. My belly is so huge, I haven’t seen my feet in ages. Sam has to put my shoes on for me. They are gonna have to roll me into the delivery room, that’s how enormous I am.”

“Are you going to be able to go vote today?” He asked.

“Are you kidding? I’ll get to the polls today if I have to CRAWL there, Cas.”

For the past three months, I had been campaigning for John. I had come to every event that Sam and Dean had attended. The last one before the election had been the final debate between John and my mother. She had forbidden Cas and Meg from talking to me, a command they had promptly ignored.

She had glared at Sam all night, and she wouldn’t even look at me. During the debate she had taken so many thinly-veiled potshots at Sam I was ready to confront her then and there.

“It’s not worth it, Y/N,” Sam told me, enfolding me in his arms and holding me tight until I had breathed deeply and his scent had calmed me down. “She’s trying to provoke you. If I can let it go, so can you.”

We skipped the reception after the debate because these days I tired easily and that way I wouldn’t have to see her again.

John, Sam, Dean and I entered the polling place amid the flash of many cameras. It was time for the Winchester family to cast their votes for mayor. Somewhere across town, my mother, Cas, and Meg were doing the same thing. I handed the woman my drivers license and signed my name. I entered the voting booth and she closed the curtain behind me.

I did my voting for the other elections first and left mayor until last. I stood for a moment and looked at the names. John Winchester. Naomi Novak. I thought for a moment about how much this election had changed my life for the better.

I had gained an Alpha, a mate, and ultimately a husband, but more importantly, I had gained a family. And in a few months, I would have pups of my own. I would do my best to be a good mother and to always make sure they knew I loved them.

I look a deep breath, pressed the button, and exited the booth.

We were all spending the night at the Lowell Hotel in the city, where we would watch the election returns and hopefully celebrate John’s victory party. As fate would have it, Cas had told me they would be watching the returns with my mom from a suite at the Westin, which was just three blocks away.

The police had been unsuccessful in tracking down my father. He always seemed to be one step ahead of them. It was as if he knew they were looking for him. The letters and pictures had stopped, so I hoped that maybe he had left New York City altogether. I would be glad when this election was over and we could all get back to our regular lives.

Dean, Jo, Sam and John had gathered in the living room of John’s suite to eat and watch the early returns. I had decided to lay down for a bit because my back had been bothering me all day. Sam had offered to stay with me, but I told him to go on ahead.

“I just need to rest for a bit. Go get some food. You must be starving. I’ll be along shortly.”

I hadn’t even laid down yet when my text alert beeped.

Cas: Y/N: I need to talk to you. It’s important. It’s about your father. Can you meet me at the Starbucks at the end of the block in 10 minutes?

Y/N: Okay. I’ll see you in 10.

It didn’t even cross my mind to question Cas or to tell Sam where I was going. I’m such an idiot! I headed for the nearest elevator and was walking through the lobby and out the door of the hotel minutes later.

I was halfway to the Starbucks when I felt an arm reach out and grab me from the alley, something hard slam against the back of my head, and everything went black.

My head felt like someone had hit me with a baseball bat. When I opened my eyes fully and the room stopped spinning I realized I wasn’t alone. A man sat on the chair across from me watching me intently. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t quite place him.

Then it hit me. He was the man I had chased the day I had gotten hit by the car. And he had a gun pointed directly at me.

“Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” He told me. “Don’t try to run, I will use this if I have to.” He gestured towards the gun.

“You’re my father, aren’t you? Your the one who’s been sending me the letters and pictures?” I asked quietly.

“I’ve been watching you ever since I learned of your existence. After my parents sent me away, your mother sent word she’d miscarried. Lying bitch! All this time I had a daughter and I never knew it. She never once came to see me or answered any of my letters. All that lost time….”

My father had a manic, faraway look in his eyes. He was clearly off his meds and completely out of his mind. I had to try to talk him down and get out of here before he hurt me.

“I’m sorry for how my mother treated you. She has a habit of lying to people.” I said softly.

When someone knocked softly on the door at the far corner of the room I stiffened with fear and my eyes immediately flew to my father. What was he going to do? Shoot the person?

He got up at looked at me intently. “Do not move from that spot, “ he said, raising the gun in my direction threateningly. He walked over to the door and looked into the peephole.

I tried not to squirm too much in my seat because my back had really begun to hurt and the babies were moving all over the place. When I looked up and saw who my father had by the arm and was pulling towards where I was sitting my heart fell.

“Mom?”

Sam’s POV

“Y/N must have dozed off. I’m gonna go check on her. I want to make sure she eats something.”

It had been over an hour since Y/N said she was going to rest her back. We had all gotten caught up in the election returns and time had gotten away from us. I excuse myself and walked back to our room. The bed hadn’t been slept in, and the room was empty.

I immediately called her cell, and I got her voice mail. I was just about to go down to the lobby to see if she was there when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, expecting to see Y/N’s number, but it was Cas. Why was Cas calling me?

“Hello?”

“Sam, it’s Cas. My mother is missing. Do you know where Y/N is?”

I stood up at the sight of my mother and immediately doubled over in pain. The pain in my back had gotten unbearable. There was a sudden gush of warm fluid down my legs and my dress was soaked.

“I think my water just broke,” I whispered in a small voice. “It’s too soon! The babies aren’t due for another 8 weeks!”

My mother turned to my father. “I don’t know what this is, Greg, but your quarrel is with me, not Y/N. Let her go, and I will stay here.”

My father’s face contorted with rage. “NO! No one is leaving! We are finally together. Everyone stays. Naomi, you’re a doctor, you take care of her.”

“Can I lay her down, at least?” My mother asked.

He pointed the gun towards the couch, and she helped me onto it. “How far along are you?” she asked.

“32 weeks. Fraternal twins. A boy and a girl. My back……it hurts!” I muttered through gritted teeth.

“Why are you here, Mom?”

“I got a text saying I needed to come here right away alone because you were in danger and to tell no one or you would be killed.” She said miserably.

I immediately burst into tears. “I want Sam!” I moaned as the pain in my back had me curling into a fetal position on the couch.

My mother stood up and turned to face my father. “I’m sorry I lied to you! I’m sorry I kept Y/N from you! But I had no choice! You weren’t leaving the clinic, and Charles had threatened to take my son away from me if I left him. What choice did I have?” She demanded. “You need to let Y/N go! She is in labor!”

“You never visited me! You never even wrote me a letter! You just went on with your life as if I didn’t exist!” He bellowed, completely ignoring her comment about me being in labor.

This went on for hours. My parents fighting, and me on the couch, my pain getting worse and worse. My mother continued to beg my father to let me go, but he refused.

“I haven’t done a pelvic exam since medical school, Y/N, but I need to see how far along you are in case I need to deliver these babies, okay?” My mom finally asked in a gentle voice I had never heard her use with me.

I nodded. My Mom washed her hands and cleaned them with hand sanitizer. She examined me quickly and turned to my father. “You need to let her go, NOW! One of the babies is breech. She won’t be able to deliver without a C-section.”

“No.” My father said simply.

“This is your daughter and your grandchildren, Greg. Whatever grudges you hold against me, none of this is her fault. End this NOW!” My mother demanded, her eyes blazing with fury.

My pain got worse and worse. My mother continued to monitor me as my father paced, muttering to himself. My mom leaned over me. “Listen carefully, Y/N. Do you think you can run?”

“What?” I whispered, “Why?”

“I am going to distract him and try to get the gun away. You need to get out of here and get to a hospital. There is no way that baby can be born without a C-section, it’s completely turned, I felt its feet. When I say run I want you to go as fast as you can and don’t come back no matter what. Can you do that?”

“But Mom, I don’t know if I can. What about you?” I whispered.

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to help you sit up now.” She helped me to a sitting position and I moaned in pain. “Wait for my signal.” She told me, and in a rare show of affection, she kissed me on the forehead.

My mother stood up, threw her shoulders back, and Dr. Naomi Novak was in the room. ‘Greg, you are going to let Y/N go RIGHT NOW! I will not have the lives of my grandchildren put at risk because of some silly vendetta!” She got right in his face.

“Sit down, Naomi.” He told her coldly.

My mother reached out and attempted to wrench the gun from his hands, they began to wrestle for control of it. “Run, Y/N!” My mother screamed.

I took off as fast as I could, completely disassociating myself from the pain in my body. I wrenched open the door at the end of the hall and flew through it just as the gunshot sounded. I took a few steps before my legs gave out and I fell to my knees. The pain was overwhelming. I never even heard Sam bellow my name before I blacked out.

Part 16 (epilogue)

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life-in-a-labrynth · 4 years

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This is going to be kind of ridiculous, and I shouldn't preface all of my journal entries that begin that way. I'm so self-conscious. Sorry about that.

But so I... somehow got onto the topic of noise-canceling headphones. I think I was simply curious about how they work and wanted a deeper understanding. After reading up on sound waves and inverse frequencies, I must have thought of how a colleague of mine wears noise-canceling headphones. I thought it was odd he should wear them around the office. Surely he wasn't just listening to music all the time?

And the wikipedia entry mentioned how some people wear them to hear others better. And I thought that they may be a godsend, because *I* have trouble hearing people. It used to drive my ex Angela crazy. And I'm wondering now, when did this start?

When did I become insecure about asking people to repeat themselves? Or feeling self-conscious that sometimes, I kind of smile and nod, and there's a delay in what people tell me to my understanding them. A few moments later I'll say to them "oh oh oh THAT, yes, of course".

That can't be a technical glitch, can it? It's a disability. I have ADD. It's likely been with me my whole life. I may be on the autism spectrum. It's a troubling and excessively depression thing to grapple with. One I've tried to deny for many years. And am still denying. Please note that denial doesn't necessarily signal whether a thing is true or not, even though it has those connotations.

Spoken like a true person in denial, heh. But it's crushing me, because what does it all come down to? That I feel like an unlovable freak. That I feel inferior to others. Just some big retard, am I right? And oh yes, you know this was amplified by me having my heart broken by Dawn. Fucking cunt.

I'm still in so much pain from it. I hope I can escape it soon. But dealing with this is just bringing everything back up to the forefront. Not sure what to do. What CAN I do, but accept this?

Okay so, I tried calling a hearing clinic. I left a message to book an appointment to get to the bottom of things. One thing, I remember that I got my ears cleaned out a few years ago and it DEFINITELY did improve my hearing. Whether it improved how well I understood people is a different matter entirely. It didn't.

When did I get them cleaned? I can't remember exactly, but it was around the time that I met a girl named Alyssa, because I met her at the clinic where I had it done, and was so bold as to ask her for her number. I did it on impulse. It worked. Go me.

So anyway, this was after Trump was elected and I vowed to take a break from all social media and news. And I remember feeling bummed out because I wanted to hang out with Alyssa, but her and her friend (Mary?) were down at the shore, and were texting me. And for one reason or another I became defensive and suspicious of them, like they were only texting me to tease me, and I felt left out and unloved, and... it's very toxic, in retrospect.

But I remember them texting me while I was reading Lord of the Rings, or some other book I wanted to catch up on in lieu of my usual distractions. Oh right, it was Fellowship of the Ring, probably around the time that Frodo and the gang nearly got eaten by trees that put them to sleep with some kind of sonorous sound.

Sorry for the aside, I think little derails like that are funny. So anyway, I got my ears cleaned around then, and it must have been around late November, early December 2016. I asked out Angela in March 2017. So are we to say that only after 3 months, my ears again became so clogged, that I had trouble hearing her for that reason?

No. It's a cognitive disorder. And I'm holding onto hope that it's unrelated to autism. Though the fact that I DO have diagnosed ADD can't be a coincidence. It must be co-morbid with that.

As an aside, my ears ARE mad clogged again, and I need to get them cleaned out. I blame scuba diving last May. Bla-glock.

Okay, so, now what? I think I only wanted to write this entry because I was getting distressed about god damn Dawn again. If I were to get diagnosed with some kind of autism (unlikely that they would even venture a diagnosis like that, but nevertheless), I would have to keep it as my most guarded secret.

I'm a quirky person, that's out the debate. Cunt even told me, after demeaning me, that I'm just quirky and a big weirdo but she loved me anyway. It's tough to not see her as sinister, but I don't think it so. I've never thought she acted with malice when she criticized me, then felt bad, and tried to make me feel better by saying it didn't matter, because she still loved me.

I shouldn't have listened to her. "Love" was meaningless, because by that point, she already knew we weren't going to work out. And tried to bullshit me (and herself), two months later, by saying "well I mean I DO love you, I just don't think we'll work out". Or she tried to pretend there's a middle ground between romantic love and platonic love. I'm not buying it.

I shouldn't be dwelling on this. It's just making me stressed out and depressed. But what else can I do? I feel like there's more to explore here. I brushed against it above. Where my mind might now be finally ready to accept that Dawn isn't some villain. I mean... I already know that. It's just, it's so much easier for me, emotionally, to paint her that way.

Next step? Realizing that all her criticisms were founded, oh stop! Bullshit, Dan, don't go back there. I'm not re-litigating this. She's a crazy bitch, her judgments of me were fictional, and there's something seriously wrong with her.

Yeah, there were certain times we didn't see eye-to-eye, but the way she busted my balls over it was uncalled for and disproportional. Fuck, man. Thoughts flooding back. That whole "u are teh autistic/adhd/whatever the fuck" conversation was spawned because she just told me that my trip was "comically poorly planned". And criticized me for not listening to her. And making a mountain out of a molehill. And ignoring counter-facts to what she said, i.e. confirmation bias.

Ugh. I feel ill. Okay, let's pull back. I just need to know I'm not some unloveable freak for the way I am. Okay, Dan, why don't you pose that question to other people you've met? No one else thinks that. Do you REALLY think that all the girls you've went on dates with, think that? Do you think Laura thought that way? How about Mary? How about Tinder Travel Girl? How about Jackie? How about Jewish Pizza girl?

Mehhh, you're not wrong, but they didn't get to know me deeply.

Look, if you were some unlovable freak by the way you keep painting yourself out to be, don't you think they would have noticed pretty quickly upon meeting you? Instead of being charmed by you? Laura had a whole week to lose interest, and not look really disappointed when you told her that you didn't want to date her.

Jackie, Jamie, that girl who took you home and had a dog... why did all these girls jump your bones on the first date? You're just such an unlovable freak, Dan! All the true blue sweaty neckbeards living in their basements would kill to have that kind of body count. You think incels are unlovable bastards? They only get that way from telling themselves that, otherwise they'd be perfectly normal people. YOU'RE DOING GREAT.

Do you think Elisabeth thought you were some unlovable freak? (wish I hadn't fucked that up, sigh). Elisabeth was highly intelligent - hell, read her blog! So why do you want to take the opinion of a dumbass like Dawn, whose criticisms will collapse under scrutiny?

Sigh. Okay, you're right. I feel better. I really do need to keep Elisabeth in mind way more. She's highly respectable, intelligent, empathic... just an all around great person. So if she wanted to keep dating you, then what does that tell you? Forget about Dawn, she's an idiot, good for her, NEXT.

Okay, good. I feel better now.

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redlemonz · 7 years

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Day #7

A weird, partly-lonely sort of vulnerable touch against my soul. This would've been the last time I woke up beside her a week ago, on sick-day Monday. The beginning of the end as the reality struck in; I even messaged my boss it being the honest reason for not coming in that day to work, as if to ensure I am beginning to face my consequences from the very start. The best and worst part at the same time is that she stayed in bed with, and for me. Sick-day Monday became our day rather than mine, once again. Another open representation of something serious she actually did and gave up in order to be with me, and I only found the gratitude because I saw it first hand. I chose to be ignorant of this factor in the past, where I know there's been many a occasion where she's made other sacrifices for me, though just due to my own blindness, and her humble, natural way & unwillingness to actually shove her display of effort in my face, my insecurities formed. I'd constantly blame her for not making enough effort & essentially I'd feel incredibly unwanted as a result - but looking back at it now, yet again, I was a ridiculous idiot. She did make the effort, yet all I kept doing was asking and pushing her to prove her loyalty to me in the relationship, by informing her everything she's doing wrong. So yes, no wonder it would be one of the contributing reasons that she left, was finally exhausted and had enough of this immature behaviour. My insecurities are not a valid enough excuse (and nothing really is, in addition to that) for the way I end up choosing to treat her, and for making her feel like she's not putting in the work and time for me. I didn't see it properly then, but it was a rather fucking low and evil side of me - an eye for an eye essentially, as I ended up behaving in a mannerism that would cause her to feel like she was not doing anything to help this relationship. Which is why I do say now that this whole relationship falling apart was on me. I kept pushing and tugging at her until she finally snapped & figured out she that had been putting up with this for far too long than she deserved. She dedicated so much time and love to me that went by unrecognised.. until it was too late, simply because I was so fixated on the idea that it had to be communicated to be real, and therefore undermined her personality and us as a whole. I attempted to indirectly alter the person I fell in love with to begin with - which is my genuinely significant crime in this regard. She's been nothing short of almost perfect to me, by simply being herself, and along the lines I decided that it wasn't good enough for me & kept asking her to do things to make it all better. Horrific temporary solution obviously, and a mockery to her, considering her brain is twice the size of mine. Her actions always spoke louder than her words, and though I always understood that to an extent, it was never generally sufficient as my greedy soul constantly wished for further recognition. She gave me all the love, care, kindness and friendship that I didn't deserve, and I still took it all for granted. That's not the worst part, believe it or not. The fact that I was so self absorbed and couldn't actually listen to her is what kills me upon reflection. She tried to speak out and I had every opportunity to resolve my personal fuckery but I made things worse and worse over time. I want to take it all back. I wish I could so fucking badly. But hey, that's the way the story goes, right? I wouldn't give me a second chance, let alone what would be the 100th probably given everything she's been through. What a selfish and maniacally twisted human being I was to treat her in that manner at all. She was always so clear to me, and didn't even understand what was wrong - which looking at it now, was nothing but myself. I am an idiot, and I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. She made me feel alive, and gave me a life of wonders that I didn't know existed, to have and be so happy within, and in return I held her down and limited her. What amazes me further is that she's still trying to be my friend & keep me in her life, though I am the ruined and trouble-making asshole of a soul who's caused her enough pain and strife that was never necessary. I'm sorry I failed us, and that it's too late to finally open my eyes. That it took you leaving, for it all to be finally clear. Not knowing what you had until it's gone is an absolute understatement that can't be captured in words enough. I want to go back. Relive our last day over and over, for I love you so much, and wish to finally show you.. I truly do understand. But I can't - the last straw's already been drawn, and you've crossed that bridge without looking back into the shadows from where I kept you. Day 7 - the pit of regrets Brand new week at work. Busy as heck, lots to do. Trying to construct a barrier to surround my mind which won't let the stress seep in.. relaxing, breathing, keeping calm. But the problem also with that barrier, is that my disgruntled thoughts keep reproducing specimens of further crazy, anxious sub thoughts.. for which there's no room. My minds overloading and feeling as though I'm ready to just explode like a cloud full of rain. I suppose that's just an ongoing cycle that has to be, right? Either way, it's a lose-lose situation, and I can't do much about it. Instead, I probably messed it up further again through jeopardising my current positive standings with her. The mission from yesterday has come to fruition, as I took the unfortunate leap that I was afraid to, after debating back and forth a million times with myself in knowing that it's probably a horrific idea - but it's just in my nature to consistently fuck up like this. I even had the assistance of local homie with this mission as aforementioned in day #6.. and I can't use that as an excuse or reasoning for clarification upon my actions. I did this, and I chose to write her address on that postal bag and send it away. I've defied her again - she specifically stated for me to "stop having my fun" after the incident on day #1 with regards to flowers, chocolate and crappy balloon. It's already mortified her and made her feel more stuck than before in this hold, and my word to not do it again means nothing now. Even whilst writing this, I've caused my own heart to unnecessarily race as this - I'm realising in my somewhat hasty and messed up actions that this could be an even bigger mistake and that I'm just a twisted, emotionally manipulative asshole. The only true argument I can offer, is that I truly don't see it as a big deal - it's an extremely simple act of friendship and love without any romantic gesture involved -and is relevant & based on our conversation. My simplistic self genuinely thought as much as - hey, this whole idea could be fun and adventurous, and I'll make a day of it, and with her inspiration, I'll get out and live. So because she was in my heart guiding me on this little spontaneous journey (that's always been the beauty of her style), and as a tribute to our conversation that morning where she noted how she missed this city and the convenience to get to so many beautiful and variable locations, my mission was clear. So I simply provided her with some costless memorabilia from the city that's currently experiencing a highly barren downturn of liveliness with her noticeable absence. Yet again, I have kind intentions however perception, along with my history of bad luck (let's just continue to jinx myself even further than is required with the probable outcome anyway) is likely to be a bitch. Just like me. For going through with this, and breaking my word instead of just giving her space - literally the one apparent thing she's wanted holy shit what in the fuck is wrong with me! I have no grounds to complain. These are once again my own shitty decisions made, and I believe I've just portrayed a prime example of my construed behaviour that I spent forever rambling on about - the fact that I don't listen to her. No wonder I continue to fail her. I need to learn to stop thinking about what could be a nice thing to do and taking it upon myself, and just listen to her. Fuck. Okay so the least I can do is inform her of this in advance.. and face the consequences head on. It's time to start being the man who takes responsibility for his actions and faces the consequences once more. The man she's taught me to be. Courage in tact, I'll tell her to expect something in advance later this evening.. she's gonna hate me isn't she? Likely result. Maybe it'll be for the best, sigh. Why do I ruin everything good by pushing and forcing things to get better. I just don't understand he concept of time passing as well as others because it's just so damn valuable in this short life, which could come to a halt at any unexpected (or planned - no, stay away from those ideas) moment. But I can only hope that my somewhat sensitive thought of this memorabilia to her can still bring even the lightest smile to her face. My heart's most certainly racing against me right now. Probably won't help that I'm attending a coffee tasting session early evening, whoops. As I leave the tasting session, I get straight into it & messaged her- high as a kite after 3 cups of fresh caramel coffee. I'm still feeling the effects now so I'm not too sure if I'll actually be getting any sleep tonight.. at least tonight will be for better reasons though. I digress - the thing went.. well. I was honest and open & got straight to the point basically, and it was much better than I expected. Hurrah!! The worst of it was getting some salty bitmojis - which was supposedly also an opportunistic moment for her to utilise them due to being a way too nice & polite person on a regular basis. Even now. But no woe is me - it made my evening to have a small chat with her again. Though I'm gone, I'm not being forgotten. Positive vibes for sure - and I can definitely use that as a reason to smile. What is even happening though - I don't deserve any of this niceness at all. Oh dear, it's happening - I feel as though I should be hurting more or being punished & going as insane as prior days.. but I'm not. My mind is once again telling me that I'm a piece of shit who shouldn't be feeling good about myself or anything, because I'm a bad and selfish human being.. which I am constantly displaying on a regular basis. One massive hypocritical fuck who's got good intentions but won't listen to the ways in which he can actually cause goodness to flow. Reminds me of our debate regarding human beings and their flaws, at their core of their creation, which in turn identify them as that very species. We really do overthink and over complicate life's simplicities often - especially when it comes to interacting with each other.. miscommunication, misunderstanding and misperceptions probably cause most of the world's general issues. She said to me the other day actually, which impressed the heck out of me (shocking, I know - this whole damn thing is pretty much a shrine for her by now, isn't it) that she tries to this beautiful human who acts as if she were a deaf man - in terms of not being influenced or manipulated by other's judgements, perception and ideas. And she's right - she doesn't even have to try very much at all, as it is an inbuilt virtue which is incredibly natural in the same instance, more so than the majority of people - that she can actually think for herself. Her own ideas, principles and judgements - she's the sheep who takes her own path contrary to what the rest of the herd does. Logical, factual, intellectual - the attractiveness is through the barnyard roof when someone doesn't participate in the Chinese whispers of society and people. It really is so much more refreshing to connect with someone on that particular level. No wonder she's so special, more so to me than in a romantic or friendly way necessarily - but as a human soul, which shines bright and captures my soul. But also, she's not that bad on the eyes either. Okay, she's awesome. And she's also supposedly a culinary master chef tonight, whipping up some fish with white wine. What a lady. It's been one week now.. and though I miss our wonderful weekend (+sick day monday) together - I'm still delighted about our unique bond that we share being in tact. Also I have another coffee tasting session tomorrow.

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the-walking-daryl · 5 years

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The Walking Winchester Chapter 8

Summary: The reader gets trapped along with Carol and Maggie causing Daryl to panic and them both to realize things between the two aren’t as friendly as they think.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: