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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

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Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

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“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

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“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.”

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies.

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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Hi could I pls get a part 2 to slippery little spider definitely one of my fav Agatha stories x

Sorry it took me so long, dear! But here it is (Please forgive me ;-;)

Slippery little spider (Agatha x Reader) part 2

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

You swung to dodge a fireball aimed directly at your head, while Peter shot the monster in front of you.

"Dragons, why does it always have to be dragons?!" Thought.

"Hey, Y/N!" you heard Peter from your suit's communicator "Are you okay?"

"As good as I can while fighting a fucking dragon, Parker" you growled

"Yes ... that's what I meant. You seem in a bad mood."

"Did you expect me to smile and sing while I try to avoid being burned alive?" you sighed

"No, but you usually make jokes and you seem more cheerful. In fact, now that I think about it, you seemed upset when you were assigned as my partner on this mission."

You sighed again. It was true, you were quite upset when Strange told you that you should go with Parker, since your powers would be the most useful (useful? Two spiders against a dragon?! Strange needs to stop watching movies). You had objected, but since you couldn't come up with a convincing enough excuse, you had to come anyway.

In your defense, how were you supposed to explain that you had a date? Even more than that, how were you supposed to explain that you had a date, with a villain? EVEN more, with Agatha Harkness of all villains ?! You were sure that Strange would lock you up in a psychiatrist if he found out (that's if Wanda and Monica didn't murder you first).

So here you were, fighting a fucking dragon, with just another spider for reinforcement, and a deep desire to be in a little store in a small town, "saving" hostages and blushing at the flirtation of a certain witch. Too bad we don't always have what we want, right?

Just when you were thinking about it, you felt a strong blow to your back and a strong pressure around your torso. The creature had caught you with one of its claws. Dammit.

"Y/N!!" You heard Peter scream from somewhere behind you.

You gasped when the dragon opened its mouth and pulled you closer to it, ready to eat you. You closed your, resigned. Well, you guessed there were worse ways to die. At least it would be an epic death, not everyone could put "dead in battle against a dragon" as an epitaph.

“Hands off!” Another voice said and when you opened your eyes, you saw a purple smoke surrounding the monster “Take the other spider if you want, dear, but this one’s mine”

You saw how the dragon’s eyes turned purple before it released you, but you were still floating. You turned to see Agatha right behind you. The witch smirked and pulled you closer to her, so that your face was inches from hers.

“I’ve gotta admit that being replaced with a dragon is quite offensive, love” she joked and you couldn’t help but smile

“Sorry, I guess a couple of volunteer hostages aren't as important to Strange as a dragon in the middle of the city” you said

“Strange” she scoffed "I must have guessed. Typical of him ruining my plans before midnight" she sighed and caressed your cheek with a pout

“If your hostages don’t mind, I’m free tomorrow” you whispered, making her chuckle

“I’m sure they won’t” she smirked “Then let me make sure this guy is gone for good” she said and opened a portal under the dragon. You just heard it’s roar before she closed it and that was all.

“Thank you” you said as she carefully put you on the floor

“Don’t mention it, love, i have a reputation” she winked and you giggled

“My lips are closed” you promised and she wrapped her arms around your waist

“I have better ideas to make sure they are” she smirked bringing her face close to yours

You smiled and brushed your lips against hers, making her close her eyes. But you had made a promise. So you pushed her away gently, giggling when she frowned.

“Thank you again for your help, but if you excuse me, I have to go. You see, I have to rescue some hostages tomorrow from the wicked witch of the west” you joked “Have a good night, Ms Harkness” you winked and swung away from there. Leaving a very frustrated Agatha and a very confused Peter behind.

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It seemed that the universe (and Strange) didn’t think you deserved a rest.

It had been a week since the dragon incident and you couldn’t go to that damned store yet! Missions kept coming and they were too close between one and the other, you could barely rest a few hours before they called you back to battle. You were tired and frustrated.

“Focus, Y/N” you heard Wanda’s voice behind you and you rolled your eyes.

You loved her, you really did! But she was getting more and more annoying as she and Strange unlocked more of her powers. Nowadays, it seemed like the sorcerer wanted the witch to be the one in charge in every single mission. That wasn’t that bad, she cared for all of you and always tried to be the main target so you wouldn’t get hurt. But she also acted like she did all the hard work, leaving the rest of you in the shadows.

You weren’t sure if it was her fault or Strange’s, giving that he was always praising her and her abilities, but it didn’t matter. You were tired of them all. And to be honest, you couldn’t make the guilt disappear. You felt guilty for leaving Agatha like that. If you had known that you wouldn’t be able to keep your promise, you would have kissed her that night. Hell, you’d probably even do more than just kiss (if she wanted to).

“Y/N! FOCUS” Wanda yelled again

“Y/L/N” Strange’s voice came behind you. When you turned to him, you saw he was frowning “I asked you to come here to help, but if you’re just going to get in the way, I’ll have to ask you to leave”

That was all. You snapped.

“Get in the way?!” you asked in disbelief “I am the one keeping that thing from destroying the city! Those are MY webs! Those scars on that thing? I made them! I AM THE ONE ACTUALLY FIGHTING WHILE YOU TWO JUST FLY AROUND AND MAKING JOKES WITH EACH OTHER” you yelled “You know what? Fuck you! I’m out!”

You didn’t even hear their responses as you swung away as quickly as you could. Your vision blurred as tears began to fill your eyes. You knew you screwed up. The sanctuary was your only home and you weren't sure Strange would let you return after speaking to him like that. But you were so tired, both physically and mentally.

You didn't really think about where you were going, but your subconscious seemed to. You sniffed and smiled against your will when you realized you were at the entrance to your little town.

You landed in front of the promised store, which still had the lights on and you could see the people inside talking and laughing and looking so normal. It seems that today was not hostage day.

"Hey" someone said behind you.

"Why do they always have to come from behind?" you thought as you turned around. You smiled when you saw the boy from the other night.

"Hi" you said

"Long time no see you" he joked "We were starting to think that you had changed us for another town"

"Never" laughed "The universe just wouldn't let me come sooner"

"You should have given the middle finger to the universe then" he laughed.

His laughter was contagious and his humor was a nice change from the atmosphere you had shared with your team the last week. You even had a fight with Peter a few days ago.

"I guess the hostages managed to escape on their own, huh?" you joked

"Well, it's easy when your captor can be bribed with chocolates."

Chocolates? Agatha likes chocolates? Interesting. You would save that information for later, perhaps as an apology.

"She looked disappointed when you didn't show up" the boy said suddenly. He gave you a sad smile and you felt guilt work its way back into your stomach.

"I'm sorry" you said

"It's not me who you need to apologize to"

"I know, but it's not like I can call her and apologize. Besides, what am I supposed to say? 'Sorry for not coming to rescue the hostages you kidnapped'?" you sighed.

"Well ... I think I have an idea" he said and you raised an eyebrow.

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Of all the things she thought she’d find when she arrived at the store, this wasn’t on the list. To be honest, you didn’t either.

Agatha blinked when she found you tied up with your own webs in the middle of the store. You looked embarrassed and your face was uncovered, finally giving the witch a chance to see your face. And lord were you beautiful. Too much, if the blush that adorned her cheeks was any indication.

"What's going on?" she asked, walking towards you

"Let's say the hostages decided they wouldn't wait for the villain, so they did your job, love" you winked.

This change of roles felt strange. You never thought you 'd be the one to flirt, or that Agatha would be the one to blush, but here you were, and she was fucking cute when she was nervous.

"My lady" Nick, the boy who had planned everything, came out from behind a shelf and smirked "On behalf of all the town, we offer you this sacrifice as an offer of peace"

Agatha blinked for a second, before letting out a laugh, which was quickly followed by yours and Nick's.

"And I thought I wasn't worth of your time, love" she smiled at you

"Let's just say, I learned that Strange and Maximoff are the ones who are not worth it" you answered

"Strange and Maximoff?" she frowned and crossed her arms "No, wait. Hang on a minute. They are your arch enemies now? I'll scratch their eyes out."

You laughed at that, she looked adorable that jealous.

"They could never replace you" you assured her "So, I hope I am a worthy sacrifice"

"Oh, we'll see, love" she smiled maliciously, sitting on your lap and snaking an arm around your neck to bring your face close to hers "I hope you don't run away this time, you slippery little spider"

She claimed your lips with hers.

You shook your head, brushing your lips with hers. For a moment, Agatha was worried that you would retreat again. When she noticed that your pause was to give her the opportunity to get away, she smiled and finally, did what she had wanted from the first time she saw you.

You ignored the applause and congratulations around you, lost in the sensation of her lips against yours and her hands running down your sides.

"I think we have a winner" you whispered against her mouth when she broke the kiss.

You didn't know if you meant the town's bet, or yourself, but as she leaned in to kiss you again, you decided that you didn't really care.

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multi-obsessed-fanfic-writer · 3 years

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The War Within (Anakin x Reader)

Author’s Note: I hope this is what you wanted, anon! I had a lot of fun writing this & all the angst in it :) let me know if you guys have any other requests or feedback for me! You’re all amazing <3

Requested?: Yes, by anon- “hi dear, could i request an oneshot where the reader was anakin's wife before he turned into vader,and when we turned (he comed to the dark side,but don't burned in mustafar,like he don't use the suit) he thought she was dead but in fact she joined the rebelion, and now she is Captured for interrogation and he finds out that she was alive and had the twins (leia and luke). Srry if it's too long or confusing, english is not my first language and it's very hard write complex things. have a nice day ( ˘ ³˘)♥”

Summary: You deal with the repercussions of your husband turning to the dark side while you join the rebellion.

The War Within

Anakin Skywalker x female!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: depictions of canon-type violence & torture, like one curse, and a lot of angst (but also fluff!)

“Anakin has turned to the dark side,” Obi-Wan tells you, sorrow dancing in his expression as he looks at you. You stare back with defiance.

“You’re lying! Anakin would never do such a thing. He’s sworn to defend this galaxy.” You sneer, turning away from Obi-Wan. You’re a couple of months pregnant with Anakin’s child, as he has been your husband in secret for a while now. Your bump hasn’t shown yet, luckily.

“He was deceived by a lie, (Y/n). We all were. Listen to me, when did you see him last?” Obi-Wan asks, stepping in front of you again.

“That’s unimportant! Anakin would never turn to the dark side, he’s the most caring person I know!” You scream, tears pricking at your eyes.

“I saw it myself. There’s...a security hologram of him killing...younglings. In the temple. You were away, but...he’s gone mad, (Y/n). He’s a danger to himself and everyone around him. Help the Jedi. You’re one of us. You know what the right thing to do is.” Obi-Wan tries to convince you. You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks by now.

“Do I? Your Jedi order is the one that got us here- he- I don’t…” You sob, sitting down on the nearest thing as the emotions start to overwhelm you.

“Reach out to him, (Y/n). Through the force. Then you’ll know I’m telling the truth.” He murmurs to you.

You do as he says, confident that Anakin won’t prove you wrong. Your Anakin could never turn to the dark side and do such horrible things.

Then you feel it.

“Ani!” You gasp, breaking out of your trance as your hand flies to your stomach to hold your barely-there baby bump. More tears spill down your cheeks as you feel the darkness that surrounds Anakin’s force signature.

“You know it, now. Please, do you have any information on where he might be?” He asks. You put a hand over your mouth to trap the sobs, one hand still resting on your stomach.

“Are you going to kill him?” You ask, looking up at Obi-Wan. His eyes glance down to your hand cradling your stomach.

“...You’re pregnant, aren’t you? And Anakin’s the father?” Obi-Wan asks. You don’t answer him, just look down as the salty tears drip from your chin onto your robes.

“Please don’t kill my husband,” You whisper.

“I will do what I must,” Obi-Wan says and turns around to make his exit. He turns back around to look at you one last time and says, “I’m sorry.”

Then he’s gone. And so is your hope of living a happy life.

~+~

It’s been four years since you gave birth to Luke and Leia. During that time, you had helped establish the rebellion against the empire. You’re the current leader, dedicating your time to fighting against the evils that haunt the galaxy. You know Anakin is out there, and he calls himself Darth Vader now. You honestly hope to never run into him, knowing that you won’t be able to face the consequences if you can’t turn him back to the light. If he stays dark and rejects you, you’re not sure what you’ll do then. It’s the ultimate slap in the face for you.

“General Skywalker, we’re under attack!” You hear from the entrance of the rebellion base you’re currently hiding out at. Your head whips to one of your men being shot down by a stormtrooper at the entrance.

Your body kicks into action before your brain does.

“Get Luke and Leia out of here!” You yell, gently pushing your children toward a group of the men you had been leading.

“But general, what about you-”

“I can handle myself. Get them out of here, I can’t have them getting hurt. I’ll be right behind you guys and I’ll catch up with you later.” You hurriedly rush everyone out of the back of the base.

“We’re not leaving you behind, sir!” Your right-hand man and closest friend, Bail Organa, insists. You hear the stormtroopers getting closer.

Turning around, you give the group a small sad smile.

“You don’t have a choice.” You use the force to slam the door shut and crunch the doors into place so that they are harder to move.

“Freeze!” You hear a modulated voice behind you. You raise your hands slowly and turn around, coming face-to-face with a platoon of stormtroopers with their blasters aimed at you.

“How unfortunate that it must resort to violence,” You sigh, obviously not that disgruntled about the situation.

“Remove your weapon slowly.” The stormtrooper at the front commands, gesturing to the lightsaber at your waist.

“What, this old thing? Oh, please, I don’t know if it even still works,” You scoff, unlatching it from your waist. You twist it around in your hand for a second, not making a move to set it down yet.

“Put it on the ground!” The stormtrooper demands.

“Relax! It’s not like I’m going to do,” You ponder for a moment, looking at the weapon, “this.”

In less than an instant, you’ve lunged at the first stormtrooper in the front and cut him in half with your lightsaber. You cut through men left and right, dodging the blaster fire or deflecting it back onto them.

However, the more stormtroopers you get rid of, the more stormtroopers flood in. Eventually, you’re corner into a wall as you try your best to keep the upper hand.

“We have an order not to kill! Drop the weapon!” There’s a frenzy of orders as you try to fight your way out, but it’s no use.

After a few more minutes of fighting, you get hit with a shock that sends jolts through your body until everything goes dark and you feel your body hit the ground.

~+~

You wake up to a dingy, dark cell aboard an unknown imperial ship. You’re currently on both your knees with your hands and feet chained behind your back.

You know where you are. You’d heard descriptions from spies about this ship before. No one has made it back alive. Yet.

The cell door opens, causing you to wince at the sliver of light it blinds you with. Two stormtroopers walk in with blasters aimed at you and a cart behind them.

“What are you gonna do with those fancy tools, hm?” You crack a smile, eyeing the silver cart behind them with curiosity. They stay silent, picking up a small blade from the cart.

“Tell us about the rebellion. What are your plans to overtake the empire?” One of the stormtroopers, the one not holding the knife, asks you. You stay quiet, making as much eye contact as you think you can through the visor of his helmet.

“We know you’re the leader of the rebellion! You should talk before your information hurts you.” The other trooper demands. You glare up at them from your kneeling position.

The first one, without the knife, kneels next to you and puts his blaster to your head.

“I could pull the trigger right now and no one would even care.” He gets close to your face, taunting you. You look at him directly and do something you’re not sure anyone’s ever dared to do on this ship before.

You spit on his helmet.

Immediately after your spit makes contact with his helmet, you feel a knife slash across your left ribs. The wound starts bleeding viciously, indicating that the cut is probably pretty deep.

You cry out sharply at the new pain, but immediately clench your jaw shut to keep as much satisfaction from them as possible.

“Need to rethink your answer?” The knife-wielding stormtrooper asks.

“Never.”

“I guess we’ll have to get to work, then.”

~+~

That continued for a few hours. Then a few days. After about a week and a half, they were getting frustrated. You’re guessing it’s because their superior is starting to pressure them more. That pressure is probably life or death.

“Listen, bitch. You’re going to talk or you’re going to get someone new in here and you’ll like him a lot less.” The first stormtrooper, whom you’ve nicknamed Blaster, threatens you.

“Try me.” You growl. This earns you a sharp slap across the face and some blood on the floor.

“That’s it, man. We’ve been at this for over a week. I think it’s time to call the boss.”

“He won’t be happy.”

“We don’t have any other choice.”

“Fine. Let’s go get him.”

~+~

That was the last thing you heard for three days. You went the next three days without light, food, or contact of any kind. Luckily, they had given your chains a little slack so that you could change positions occasionally.

Currently, you’re facing the wall and meditating. You had gotten good at meditating after Anakin turned to the dark side. You were constantly trying to reach out to him, but he would never let you. There was a wall in the way of some kind, he couldn’t even tell you were there.

Suddenly, you hear the door slide open behind you and you see the lights turn on. You grimace at the light but try not to let it distract you. There’s an especially dark force behind you, but you can’t tell who it might be.

“Well? Don’t think you can intimidate me by just standing there in the darkness. Come in here if you really want to make me talk.” You scoff, knowing that the hall light is still off. You can feel it. Whoever this is, they want the effect of a dramatic entrance.

“You sound familiar...did I know you?” The voice finally speaks behind you. The realization makes you go cold.

It’s Anakin.

You don’t know how to respond for a moment, whether to turn around and cry out for him or to stay cold and unforgiving to this man you no longer know. You opt for the latter option.

“You did...at one point.” You pray to the force that your voice stays even, not showing any signs of weakness. Your heart is the complete opposite, hammering in your chest like you’re on the brink of death. You honestly might be.

“What is your name?” He asks, and you hear him step forward into the room. You take a deep breath and steel your nerves.

“(Y/n) Skywalker.” You finally turn around and stare into the cold eyes of the man you once loved.

She sees the posture of Darth Vader go slack as he stares into her eyes. His own eyes lose their anger and his pupils dilate slightly, taking her in. You see the yellow of his eyes start to fade already.

“(Y/n)?” He asks and the edge in his voice is gone. You hear the old Anakin through the façade of the powerful man in front of you.

“It’s me, Ani.” You smile slightly. You’re getting to him just by him seeing you, which is better than you ever imagined.

“I...You...You’re dead. Obi-Wan told me that...you died. I thought...I thought the Jedi got rid of you.” He seems completely breathless from just the sight of you, questioning everything he’s been working on for the past four years.

“Why would they do that? I was one of their best assets. Besides, did you...did you never look for me? At least for my force signature?” You ask, eyes softening as the old Ani comes back to you. The Anakin that you knew and fell in love with. Your husband.

“No, I...I lost all hope...You…” He screws his eyes shut. You can feel the internal battle he’s having currently. The struggle between the light and dark raging just beneath the surface of him. He was so wrapped up in the darkness but the mere sight of you has awakened the light he didn’t know he still had in him and it’s torturing him.

“Ani…” You murmur, wanting so badly to be free of these chains so you can reach out to him and help.

“No.” his eyes open forcefully and the yellow iris of the dark side has returned, staring coldly at you in front of him. Your heart aches but you know that this isn’t easy for him. It’s not just a switch he can flip, but you’re willing to keep trying. If the first appearance of you is anything to go by, he’s now teetering on the edge and you just have to gain enough traction to push him over to the light side.

“Anakin, I’m alive. Look at me,” You plead, looking at him with love adorned eyes. The love you had for your Anakin never faded. After all, Darth Vader is not your Anakin. But he can be your Anakin again.

“You may as well be dead to me now. After all this time, you knew I was alive and you plotted against me. You turned against me.” He growls, and you see his fingers twitch. You had heard about the infamous force-choke that he was known to subject people to if he was angry. You’d have to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.

“No...Anakin-”

“That’s Darth Vader to you!” He yells, lashing his hand out to grip your throat with the force. You notice that he does not immediately choke you or lift you off the ground, just leaves the force there as a threat.

“I turned against Darth Vader. I never once turned my back on my husband, Anakin Skywalker. I never will, either. Anakin’s legacy will live on through me and our children.” You promise, staring defiantly at him even though he’s threatening you. The force leaves its grip around your throat and you see his body go slack once more at your words. His hand drops to his waist.

“Our...children?” He murmurs, the softness returning to his voice. Once again you see the battle ensue in him. The storm batters his mind endlessly as the yellow starts to fade again.

“Yes. I gave birth to Luke and Leia Skywalker. They’re beautiful, Ani. They’re ours. I love them. And your storm troopers almost killed them.” You tell him, hoping that he sees the light through this. Through your little family.

“Almost...killed…” He trails off, and through the force, you can see how wretched he feels. He’s so torn between the two sides that he doesn’t even know what to do with himself at this moment. You watch as he drops to his knees and lets out a feral scream as he clutches his head in his hands. You want so desperately to hold him at this moment. More than anything else you just want to hold him and help him.

But you can’t. This is his battle, not yours, and you’re currently chained to a wall.

“Come back to me, Ani. Return to me. Please. Together we can rid the galaxy of evil and restore it to peace and justice. Help me. Help me raise our children….help me live a full life with you. Let me love you.” You beg, struggling against your chains as the tears start to fall down your dirty and battered cheeks. You hurt for him so much, the force and your bond only intensifying the pain you feel for him.

“Join...Join me, (Y/n). Join me here. We can be more powerful than you ever realized. We can rule the galaxy together. Me and you. Side by side. As it’s meant to be. Free of the Jedi on your side.” Anakin grits his teeth and looks up at you again. His demand is less of a demand and more of a plea. His eyes fade in and out of yellow, and you can see that the light is starting to win. The dark is desperately clinging onto him, but it’s not dominating anymore. You can do this.

“The Jedi are no longer. You made sure of that, Anakin. I...I only know of a few left alive. A few that you didn’t kill. The Jedi order has disbanded. There is only the rebellion left. The rebellion that I formed. The rebellion that we can lead to victory, to a new world, side by side. Obi-Wan is there. Your friend, your former master. Ahsoka is there, your friend and former padawan. Together we can lead in the light, it doesn’t have to become dark again. Please. Join me with our friends and our family.” You ask of him, straining hard against the chains that keep you away from him. He clutches his head in his hands again, breaths coming out labored and in pain.

“Side by side?” He asks, almost shaking from the utter pain he is in.

“In the light. We’ll be powerful together just not here. You don’t need the dark side to be powerful. As long as we have each other we’ll be fine. I’m not dead. Nothing’s been able to get rid of me yet. Maybe this has been my destiny all along. To bring the chosen one back to the light side so that he may restore balance to the universe. Maybe my destiny has been to love you all along. We were never meant to be a bad thing.” You murmur, eyes searching his figure for any sign of the light as he battles his instinct versus his feelings.

Then he goes still.

“...Okay.” He looks up at you, his eyes shining a bright blue. More tears stream down your face, but this time they aren’t in pain. They’re tears of joy.

You reach out with the force, brushing against his force signature and feeling the light force that emanates from him. You let out a happy sob, wanting to embrace him. He crushes the chains that keep you from him, freeing you from your captivity. You run to him and he envelops you in a deep embrace. Your face presses against his chest as your tears ruin his former uniform. Oh well, he won’t be needing it anymore.

“I love you. I never stopped.” You whisper into his chest, clinging onto him like a dying woman.

“I never stopped loving you. It’s...it’s what fueled my anger. Your supposed death.” He admits, holding you close to him.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re back. We’ll never be separated anymore. I’ll make sure of it.” You promise, looking back up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“We’ll make sure of it together.” He cups your face, tilting it up and pressing his lips to yours tenderly but hungrily. The tears mix into your kiss, creating a salty taste. But neither of you cares. You had both been waiting for this moment for much too long to care about tears in the way.

When you finally break away, you let out a half-chuckle that gets caught in your throat. This is certainly a situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Now, how are we going to get out of here?” You ask, not daring to let him go even now.

“Leave that to me.” He tells you, brushing the hair behind your ear as he gazes at you lovingly.

Within moments, you’re back in chains and he’s leading you down the hallway, an angry façade on his face.

“Sir!” The stormtroopers salute him as the two of you walk down the hallway.

They’re terrified of him, you realize.

“Sir, where are you taking the prisoner?” A stormtrooper dares to ask, to which Anakin shoots him a glare and raises his hand threateningly.

“Imperial business, trooper. Know your place.” He growls, pushing you forward. You realize that Anakin has had your lightsaber strapped to his waist this entire time, making you smile. He knows it’s yours and he probably planned on asking you how you had gotten it before he realized who his prisoner was.

“S-Sorry, sir.” The trooper backs down immediately. The two of you make it to the docking area with no problems. Until one stormtrooper has some audacity.

“Sir...are you feeling well? You don’t look normal...wait a second, men! He’s not on our side-” Before he can finish, Anakin has cut him in half with his striking red lightsaber. The other troopers caught onto the cry for help, though, and are now aiming their blasters at the two of you.

“Well, I suppose we couldn’t have a clean getaway, could we?” You give Anakin a small mischievous smile that he returns.

“Not likely with the two of us,” He chuckles. The two of you spring into action. You realize you’re still bound by chains at the wrist so you put it over a trooper's head and start choking him, using his body as a shield until you can’t anymore.

“Saber!” You call out to Anakin. In a moment, he’s throwing your lightsaber to you. You catch it and activate it, cutting your chains in half. Now you’re ready to battle.

The two of you weave through troopers with ease, fighting back to back as if nothing had changed. You deflect blaster shots left and right, swinging through troopers as you make your way to the getaway ship.

Within mere moments, the two of you are on the loading ramp of the ship. Anakin goes to turn the ship on and the ramp starts to close. You lower your saber, thinking the fighting is over. Before you can react, Anakin is pressed against you again and deflecting a shot behind your back with his lightsaber. You turn just in time to see him crush the trooper that tried to kill you with the force. You frown slightly, knowing that there’s still a hint of aggressiveness and probably darkness in Anakin, but it’s nothing you can’t work on.

He’s back now, and that’s what matters.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Anakin asks, sitting down in the pilot’s seat and offering you a wide smile. This is probably the most he’s smiled in four years.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.” You smile back at him.

~+~

Once you’re back to your lead rebel base, you’re immediately greeted by a crowd. Out of the crowd emerges three figures: Bail Organa, Luke, and Leia. You crouch down as Luke and Leia run up to you and hug you.

“Mommy!” They cheer, laughing as you stand up and twirl around with them in your arms. They giggle as you set them down, clearly happy to see you again.

“You’re back. Congratulations, I didn’t know if we’d see you again.” Bail gives you a chuckle of relief as he gives you a clap on the back.

“Well, it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t found someone…” You trail off, looking behind you to see a sheepish Anakin step out. You sense the nerves radiating off of him. I mean, he is entering the camp that less than twenty-four hours ago he had promised to destroy.

The crowd of rebels takes a nervous step back, not sure how to react to your news. This was their sworn enemy, and now you’re claiming he helped you?

“How can you trust him?” Bail asks, sizing Anakin up with one hand ready on his blaster.

“He’s my husband.” You state plainly. This shocks the crowd.

“Your husband?”

“When did you two get married?”

“You’ve only been captured a couple of weeks!”

The crowd’s responses make you chuckle.

“I was married to Anakin Skywalker much before he became Darth Vader. He thought I was dead but...the sight of me made him abandon his sith side. He’s back to being Anakin Skywalker...my husband. I love him, and he will be accepted here.” You all-but-command. The crowd seems to ease just a little bit, but not much.

“Daddy?” Leia asks, a small look of skepticism on her face as she looks at Anakin. You see Anakin’s eyes shine with tears as he looks at his daughter, hearing her call him dad for the first time ever.

“I thought you said dad died.” Luke tugs on your leg, almost hiding behind you. You chuckle lightly.

“He did for a little bit, but...he’s back now. And he’s going to be a part of our life. We’re going to be a happy family now, okay?” You smile, tears pricking at your eyes for the third time that day alone as you look at your little family. The family you finally get to have.

“Okay…” The two of them cautiously approach Anakin. He kneels down, and they start to talk. You know they won’t be welcoming immediately, as he’s a stranger to them, but given time...you know that you can be a happy family again.

And with this thought, the hope of living a happy life returns to you. And this time, you know it’s here to stay.

~~~~~

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i have a need for more soft plo my dear 💕 how abt “i wanted to say ‘i love you’ for the first time without stuttering, but that failed” with everyone’s fave kel dor? also i love you to the moon and back and am super proud of you

A/N: Yeah that’s right, I’m back mostly fully now and yes I am writing the requests I have! JJ - I hope you like this! I LOVE U TOO! It’s funny to start off with and then goes angsty and then goes super fluffy and is an emotional rollercoaster from start to finish. I was aiming for a little 500 word blurb... it stands at 1.7ish i think 💀

So if you haven’t been reading my Clone Wars Reacts series, you probably aren’t aware that I am a massive simp for Plo Koon (and others characters 🤦‍♀️)and if this is you deciding to read them here’s the link to my masterlist, which has all the parts posted already.

Glimpse

Word Count: 1.7k Pairing: Plo Koon x Jedi!Reader Summary: Anakin running late, an awful sense of foreboding, and one thing that you were yet to say, mixed with a glimpse of a future you couldn’t have. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags for my loves: @peacelandbread @clonewarslover55 @libradusk @catsnkooks @mcu-padawan

The reasons why you agreed to go on a mission on Skywalker seemed to escape you at the moment. His plans, though working occasionally, had the reputation of heavy damage and being absurdly reckless. You did however, enjoy working with Ahsoka, though she could be just as bull-headed as Anakin on occasion. Maybe it was for her sake that you joined the mission?

The plan had originally been for you to lead a small troop of men in quietly, retrieve the data you needed, and then Skywalker would swoop in and distract them so that you could escape. The entry went well, and collecting the data happened without a hitch, but you were spotted on the way out and Skywalker was late. Again. And to make things worse, your comms stopped working a very long time ago.

“If you concentrated on getting out instead of what you’re thinking, we might just survive.”

Ah, that’s why you came on this blasted trip.

“Well maybe if you focused on this, instead of your sarcasm, we may live past the next 10 minutes, Plo.”

You’d known the Kel-dor for many years, almost as long as you’d been a Jedi, but the feelings you had for him were only a few years old, and started shortly after you began going on regular missions with him. He always had put the wellbeing of others ahead of his own, which was frustrating to no end, but endearing all the same. He knew that you had a way of overthinking every situation and very quickly becoming a ‘stress head’, so he always simplified the instructions and looked for the tell-tale signs of you steadily becoming unstuck. Always waiting for the clones to get on board an escape pod, making sure there were enough supplies, somehow always having all the answers and a witty response. It was the little things at any rate.

Like now for example, as you both knelt behind a box, trying to catch your breath, and he was trying to use humour as a way of distracting you from the very real possibility of dying by the hands of a droid.

You stretched up from your crouch and turned to look over the box. Oh shit, there’s an entire battalion of droids just a few meters – oh, and that one’s pointing- oh.

With a sharp tug, Plo pulled you back down, the blaster bolt whizzing past where your eyes had been only half a second ago. Despite not being able to see his eyes and mouth, he still gave you an exasperated expression.

“Be more-”

“I was fine! I saw it coming and I was going to move!” The Kel-dor ran a hand across his forehead, although, at this point he should be used to this type of behaviour from you.

Despite the joking and poking fun, your stomach was sinking further by the minute. As you just realised, if you stepped out, you would surely be shot instantly. A vast majority of the clone troopers had long since been torn apart. Swallowing, you closed your eyes, and leaned back resting your head on the box. There is no way either of you are going to surrender and get captured, but you both were aware of the fact that you likely weren’t making it out of this either.

Your shoulder was burning, and your ribs and abdomen ached, and there was a blaster burn on your leg. Another hand wrapped around your own, and squeezed it tight. Trying to stop shaking, you spoke.

“I – we’re not getting out of this one…” You turned your head and opened your eyes, finding his face. His eyes were turned down at the edges, and his shoulders were slumped the smallest bit. “Are we?”

Plo turned and took a similar position to you, not letting go of your hand.

“We must not think like-”

“Be realistic we-”

“It’s going to be-”

“Don’t- don’t you dare say it’ll be fine-”

“Skywalker-”

“isn’t coming! Or- or if he is, he’ll be too late!” you couldn’t stop your voice from shaking now, stuttering more with every word that came out. Plo’s head hung and you could see the weight of your words hanging on him.

“At um – at least we’ll go out as we are, teasing the s-shit out of each other, you old man.” He let a laugh drift out of the mask.

“Don’t call me old, youngling.” You laughed back, smirking all the while. If you’re going to die here – if technically you wouldn’t be jedi – your heart raced at the thought. The code was – well if you’re dead you can’t very well follow the code, now can you?

“I- I um I love you.” As soon as it was out, you felt lighter and heavier all at once. His back straightened so fast the back of his head nearly whacked the crate. When he finally turned to you, his brows were sitting much further up on his face than what they had been before, so you traced every corner on his face with your eyes, just in case. His hand squeezed yours tighter.

“I- well I wanted to say it without stuttering, and preferably when we weren’t a few minutes from death, but well- I guess there’s really no time like the present?” He still hadn’t moved, frozen and staring at you. Oh, no. You waved your free hand in front of his face, trying to break his stupor.

“Plo? Are you-”

“I love you too.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your hand moving to his face instead, moving your thumb across his cheekbone. Idly, you noticed that he hadn’t let go of your other hand yet. His hand moved the hair from your face, smudging the ash and dirt also. With a hand on the back of your head, he gently pulled so your foreheads pressed together. Your eyes slid shut, and you concentrated on the feeling of warmth and light that this brought. If this was the last thing you remembered before death, then you would die happily. For now, you savoured the few seconds you had sitting there. You sighed, and opened your eyes.

“I – just-”

“I know.” You pulled away, and despite the happiness of a few seconds before, a sense of foreboding sat heavily in your chest. You swallowed harder, and moved to grab your lightsaber. You grasped it tight, and ignited the glowing blade. Next to you, you heard his blade reveal itself. Your muscles in your legs tensed, and you braced your shoulders. One more time. When you turned to him, he was still looking at you, with a sad expression that rivalled your own. You shuffled so you were instead in a crouch, ready to fight. Might as well go out swinging.

You took a deep breath and steeled your nerves. For a second before you stood, you couldn’t hear anything. When you thought back and remembered it, there was the sound of droid’s legs and chatter, of occasional blaster fire of those who were left, and your lightsaber humming in your ear. At the time, there was nothing. You just kept staring at Plo, hoping that somehow, you’d get more of this, more than 5 seconds.

Faster than a blink, you got a glimpse of a future that could have been. Cold nights on Coruscant, wrapped up in blankets, watching the night sky past by. Daybreak, curled up in each other’s arms, feeling the glow of sun come in. On missions with small troops of trusted clones, being able to be open with your relationship. Sneaking around before council meetings, trying to savour what moments you could before missions. Feeling like young padawan’s again, running around quietly. Visions of you leaving the order, years from now, quoting being unable to stick to the code, Plo following shortly after. Of you building a home, your stomach steadily growing outwards.

And just like that it was over, and you were stuck with a reality of death.

Your throat burned and your vision blurred. Now.

And then Plo’s hand desperately grabbing yours and pulling you down again, a shrill beeping coming from his wrist. Your heart pulsed in your ears and you looked to the sky. Of course.

“Sorry, we were busy dealing with Ventress! How are you holding up?” A scathing laugh burst out of your throat. The droids were falling back, away from your position at the sight of the sheer number of Republic soldiers. You laid back on the dirt, feeling the sun on your skin, soaking up whatever light you could. It was only now that you felt the weight lift, where the light feeling of relief took its place. Plo begun to answer Anakin. You cut him off with a venomous tone.

“We’re a-”

“We’re alive, you’re late, and I am going to kill you, Skywalker.” There was an audible sigh that sounded suspiciously amused from Plo as he made to stand.

“I wasn’t that la-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.”

Plo’s hand reached down and hovered near your face, though you ignored it and shot up on your own, winding your arms around his neck. He softly grunted as you laughed and the realisations began to sink in. Maker, we nearly died. We were very nearly dead. You nearly had to watch the man you fell in love with die.

Whilst your mind rambled, he pulled apart, and was still brushing the hair from your forehead again. You hadn’t noticed, but he was taking in every freckle, wrinkle and scar you had, like you had been doing to him not too long ago.

You nearly died. Plo nearly died. You almost didn’t get to say – oh, no. You told him. You thought you were going to die and you told him. But now you’re not going to die. And he said it back.

He said your name and whisked you from the spiral. His leathery forehead leant down and pressed against yours.

“I love you.”

Maker, he said it again. You grinned, and pulled him closer. You wanted to say it one thousand times at the top of your lungs, and suddenly the glimpse didn’t seem as far out of reach as it had a few minutes ago.

“I love you too.”

#star wars #the clone wars #tcw #star wars fanfic #plo koon #plo koon x reader #anakin skywalker #fanfiction #star wars imagine

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 years

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Heat Stroke Sith Obi Wan x Reader

Pairing: Sith obi wan x reader

Warnings: mild language, very mild violence, a hint of smut.

A.N. This is literal trash but wanted to post anyway😅 enjoy~

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Oh this was hell...no actually I take that back, hell would be alot cooler than this godforsaken planet.

"Don't dawdle y/n, we have a mission to complete" your master scolded with a half glance behind him.

Sighing you looked up through hooded eyes and continued to drag you half bent body through the busy market place.

"I know master but it's sooo hot" you whined, feeling the burn of this planets 3 goddamn suns beating on your back.

"Don't be dramatic y/n" he said with a slight eye roll that you couldn't see but knew was there.

"Dramatic?!" You perked up annoyed "Master, you do remember I was born and raised on an ice planet dont you?"

"How could I not, you've only mentioned it a thousand times" he teased with a smirk.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" You quirked an irritated brow.

You watched as he smugly strode through the streets ahead of you.

"How are you not dying in those robes?" You caught up with him, sweat dripping down every inch of your body.

He shrugged, "This planet is hotter than those we've visited I admit, however it's a minor inconvenience at most. Perhaps it's because of how skilled I am with the force" he offered.

"What?! You cant regulate your body temperature through the force!"

"Wait.....can you?!?!?" You looked up at him in disbelief.

He shook his head with a laugh, "It seems we still have a long way to go with your training young one"

iT sEeMs wE sTiLl hAvE a lOnG wAy tO gO wItH yOuR tRaInIng you mocked in your mind. God how big was his ego-

"Oww" you felt a sharp slap on the back of your head through the force.

"It would also seem you need a lesson in respect" your master said sternly.

Whoops, gotta remember to keep those mind shields up..

You sheepishly apologized and decided to stay silent for awhile. Instead focusing on the many street vendors lining the streets.

After a while of walking Obi wan abruptly stopped,

"What is it?" You asked curiously standing up more alert now. You followed his line of vision and saw two men conversing quietly, one a green twilek and the other from an aquatic planet, a priorlik. Definitely not normal, priorliks avoided dessert planets like the galactic plague.

The men both stood up and you could faintly see them exchange a small parcel. They stepped away from each other leaving in opposite directions.

"I'll follow the priorlik, you go after the twilek, do not let him escape" he ordered and you quickly jumped into action.

You followed at a decent distance, not wanting to alert him until he was far enough from the main crowd. You weren't keen on causing a huge scene.

You wondered what information he had that your master was so interested in. You hoped it was worth you getting broiled like a casserole. you would literally die for a even a fleck of snow right now.

The twilek paused ahead and immediately you turned to a vendor, pretending to peruse the merchandise.

"Need any help miss?" You shook your head, "No, thank you, I think I have enough..." you paused looking down at the wares, "snakeskin underwear...." eww why would anyone ever want- Ah that's right-

You really had to work on not getting distracted.

Fuck, you couldn't see the green tails anymore. Speeding up the street you glanced down the surrounding alley ways.

Unfortunately he was facing you at the last one and took off running with a grunt.

Oh come one dont make me run, as if I wasnt hot enough already ugh...

You pushed through and began your pursuit. The criminal was quick for his size you had to admit. He seemed to know where he was going so you decided to jump onto the rooftops for a better view point.

You quickly surveyed the area and found a way to cut him off. Dashing to the side you jumped over several alleyways and gracefully flipped down onto the street in front of him.

He grinded to a halt, glaring at you, "Get out of my way"

"Hmmm I would, however I dont particularly feel like it sooo no". you unclipped the electro cuffs from your belt. "Let's do this the easy way please, I'm sick of being on this planet" you took a step closer and he withdrew two blasters from under his Cape.

Ugh fine we'll do it the hard way. With an eye roll you dodge the oncoming blasts easily.

"Come now there no need for-woah" you lost your footing for a moment barely missing a blast aimed at your head. That was weird...

Using the force you pushed the criminal back against the wall. He groaned attempting to get up but you pushed him once more. "I told you hah we could do this hah the easy hah way.." god why were you so out of breath?

Suddenly you felt incredibly lightheaded and had to press a hand against your forehead.

"Heh some sith you are, can't even handle the heat" he got to his feet picking up a discarded blaster.

Heat? Was that the reason?! Seriously?! You drew your saber, needing to end this quickly, you deflected his blasts, albeit very sloppily.

Then suddenly he pointed his weapon upwards and shot at the surrounding brick, causing a blanket of dust to envelop you. You coughed and cursed yourself for not being fast enough to evade it.

He laughed and turned around to escape.

"*Cough* oh no you don't" you weakly raised a hand and with much more concentration and focus than ever needed before, brought down a balcony on top of him. He gasped looking up but was too slow to move. You smirked at his unconcious form.

However it was quickly replaced with a frown as you felt yourself pitching to side.

Ouch

you groaned feeling the hard ground agitate your burnt skin however you were too exausted too move.

It was official, you hated this planet more than the stupid jedi.

You squinted as the bright rays beat down on your body relentlessly. If this is how I die, I'll die of embarrassment..wait no that doesn't make sense...arggh great now my brain is fried too.

Suddenly a shadow blocked your vision and you squinted trying to make out the form.

"Y/n?" Oh youd know that voice anywhere.

"Hey master..."

You heard the clanking of a trooper and an order to tie up the enemy.

Obi wan furrowed his brows confused, he could see no visible injury on your scantly clothed body.

Kneeling down he grasped your chin so you faced him, "What's wrong"?

"Mmi ot" you murmured lazily.

"Beg pardon?" He quirked a brow leaning closer.

"Hot" you managed to slip out.

He let out an scoff.

With a shake of his head he wound an arm around your back and another behind your knees scooping you up.

"You really are more trouble than your worth" he couldn't help but smirk.

"Mm" with another shake of his head he made his way back to the ship.

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Later that evening...

"M-master please it's too c-cold" you shivered as the piece of ice continued sliding up and down your body relentlessly. Your master the culprit.

He tutted continuing his assault, "The whole mission I listened to you complain about the heat, now your complaining about the cold? I believe you need a lesson in endurance my dear..."

Ugh stupid smug bastard

"Ah ahh" you gasped as the ice cube suddenly slid impossibly close to your most sensitive area.

You looked up desperate and frustrated only to be met with Obi wans dangerously playfull gaze.

"And a lesson on keeping your mouth shut..."

Did I say that out loud?

"Not to worry though pet..." he climbed up over your shivering body leaning down beside your ear. "I have just the thing to keep that sharp tongue of yours busy" he whispered, the puff of hot air making you go dizzy.

As soon as heard the edge to his voice and saw the lustful glint in his eye, you knew you wouldn't be complaining for a long long long time..

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 3 years

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Science & Faith | Carlton Drake x Reader (4/?)

Words: 1860

A/N: I wish I could add links to this post, but I'm afraid of it not showing up in tags like it had done several times before. The masterlist for this story should be pinned on my blog and my full masterlist is in my bio.

Warning: This whole chapter is set in an AU until the end, which leads to the end of The Invisible River Part One.

The Invisible River Part Two

- Alternate Universe One -

At the end of the conference, Tony managed to find Carlton in the lobby. He turned and opened his mouth at the same time as Tony.

“No, you go first,” Tony insisted.

“Have you-”

“No, I go first,” he interrupted, ignoring Carlton’s glare, “Have you noticed that Rolling Pin and Doctopus aren't here?”

Carlton sighed, pushing his frustrations down to address the situation. “Yeah, they seemed to have left half way through the conference.”

“Honestly, why even bother coming if you’re just going to leave anyways? The beginning part is always pointless, who comes just for that?”

“Maybe he had an emergency,” Carlton suggested.

Tony cleared his throat, looking around to see if there were any more people lingering in the lobby before pulling Carlton on the side. He brought up his watch and projected a surveillance camera, showing Spider-man swinging towards a large building.

“Know which building that is?” Tony said, pointing at it, “That’s a laboratory built under Fisk’s name. What do you think Spandex-man is doing there?”

“Why are you coming to me with this? Aren’t you Iron-man?” Carlton asked, already on the move to leave.

Tony frowned at him, blocking his escape. “Dude, don’t you wanna check it out? Be a hero for once? I know that you were keeping tabs on ol’ Kingpin for a while.”

“I am far from being a hero, Stark,” Carlton said tiredly, pushing past him. Tony sighed, turning to fall into step with him.

“And yet, look at me. We don’t exactly fit the golden boy Captain America role, but it’s good intentions that count, right?”

“My so-called good intentions got my fiance killed, Stark. Look into it with your spider friend if you’re itching for action. I’m not looking for redemption.”

“And yet, you followed me to my car,” Tony said.

Carlton blinked, finding that he was unconsciously following Tony’s lead and was now standing next to his red shiny sports car. Tony pulled out his sunglasses and smirked, climbing in.

“Well, get in, loser, we’re going crime-stopping.”

On the way to Fisk’s labs, Tony contacted Spider-man about any updates on Fisk’s or Doctor Octavius’s movements. He confirmed that they were both in the labs for the past several hours. From the activities that he had observed, they seemed to be building a large machine deep within the labs with power sources leading underground.

“So, we’re just gonna go without backup?” Carlton asked in disbelief.

“No,” Tony scoffed, “We are the backup.”

Carlton sputtered, gesturing to himself. “And what am I supposed to do?”

Tony sighed, digging around the back of his car for a box, unceremoniously tossing a watch at Carlton. He caught it, inspecting it closely before putting it on.

“One button has a taser, the other a communicator. There’s also a little thing I added to check the cameras in the area, then there’s the iron-glove with the same functions of the ones on my suit. Oh, also, a flashlight. Can’t forget that. Plays music, too, if you want. You’re a fellow genius, Drake, you’ll figure it out.” Tony patted his back. “Watch, we’re going to be besties once this is all over.”

They waited until nightfall to start moving. Spider-man updated them on Fisk’s whereabouts, saying that his car was driving away from the building. They all met up and readily agreed that this didn’t have to be a big issue that reached the news. Secrecy wasn’t exactly Tony’s style, but he could take it seriously when he needed to.

Spider-man swiftly subdued the security guards on patrol while Tony hacked into the cameras. One guard had slipped away from his post to check on the others. Carlton quickly lifted his watch and pressed a button, hoping that it was a taser. Bright light blinded the man, making him shrink away. Carlton used this to press another button, successfully tasing him. Tony looked down at the guard and nodded over to Spider-man. He quickly lifted the man and placed him with the others that were wrapped in webbing.

“There’s an elevator near here that goes below ground level,” Tony whispered, “Or we could go through the warehouse. It’s currently empty.”

Tony waved a security guard’s keycard over the reader and Spider-man headed in first. The other two crouched in the corner and watched through the camera on the masked hero, hoping to find something. The way down to the labs below ground went smoothly and it made them feel uneasy. Each floor was brightly lit and suspiciously empty. As he reached the lowest floor, Spider-man paused in his tracks.

“Someone’s here,” he muttered.

Tony activated his iron glove and readied to go in, eyeing the camera through Carlton’s watch. Spider-man entered a narrow hallway leading towards a single metal door. His spider-senses were off the charts as he approached, turning the knob slowly. It was unlocked.

The camera suddenly blurred, followed by a loud smack. A woman in a lab coat, eyes covered by goggles, and four metal arms stretched out from her back, stood in front of him. She smirked, one arm reaching over out of the camera’s view, before pulling back and revealing Spider-man’s mask clutched in its metal claws.

“Ah, that’s a no-no,” he warned.

“Such a young man,” she cooed, an arm holding him yanking him away from the wall and slammed him into a large chair in the room. Metal clamps held his arms and legs in place, rendering him incapacitated as she casually dragged an office chair over. “I’m sure you’re curious about what we’re doing here.”

“It’d be nice if you told me,” Spider-man said.

“I’ve seen the technology you use, so I think you’d appreciate what I’m about to tell you,” she said, standing up and approaching the wide window facing a massive chamber, a large machine in the middle. “Oh, where are my manners? I'm Doctor Olivia Octavius. My friends call me Liv, but my enemies- ” Her metal arms wriggled about, one reaching over to Spider-man to touch his head “- They call me Doc Ock.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Spider-man.”

“Young man with manners. You see, Kingpin commissioned what I call a Super Collider.”

“A Super Collider?” His eyes drift towards the chamber, landing on the panel on the ceiling. Must be where the power source is. If he could just get to it… “And what does this Super Collider do?”

Tony tapped Carlton on the shoulder and they began to make their way down. Halfway down to the chamber, they started to hear footsteps. The guards were resuming their patrols. Carlton activated his iron glove, metal pieces extending from the watch to perfectly wrap around his hand, and the two scientists continued on with caution.

Doc Ock smirked at this question, turning back to her capture. “Since you came all this way, why don’t I show you what it does? It makes a magnificent light show. I’m sure you will love it.”

A few guards got in the way of Tony and Carlton’s descent, but they were swiftly taken care of and hidden. Just as they reached the narrow hallway that they saw through the camera, a booming whirring resounded from the room. They shared a panic look and rushed towards the door with their iron gloves ready.

They were met with the sight of a man that looked to be in his late twenties with ruffled brown hair wearing Spider-man’s suit. He looked to have been beaten around since that last time they had checked his camera. Tony shot a glare at the woman as her fingers fluttered over the control panel, unphased by their entrance.

“Curiosity killed the cat, fellas,” she commented as the roaring from the collider grew stronger. An atmospheric meter lowers down, a tiny light blinking.

“Stop the machine, Octopus!” Tony warned, aiming his iron glove at her.

“Or what?” She raised an eyebrow, making eye contact with him as her finger lowered towards a blinking button. “If you shoot, who knows what that will do to the machine. Could be interesting…”

A metal arm shot out before his glove could charge. He staggered back and shot out a beam, redirecting the arm and causing it to crash through the glass. She glared, whipping around to check on her machine while Tony rushed over to the revealed Spider-man.

“How you doin’, kid?” Tony whispered, releasing his limbs from the chair.

“Been better,” Peter grunted. “Is this a good time to tell you that my name’s Peter?”

“Why are you doing this?” Carlton demanded as an energy beam shot to the middle of the chamber.

“Carlton Drake,” she scoffed, turning to him, “Don’t you wish you had another chance to make things right? The choices we’re given are paths that lead to an endless possible points in our lives. Each path we choose to walk down opens up to new paths to choose from. Thus, creating- “

“Alternate realities,” Carlton finished.

Doc Ock nodded. “What if you had chosen to listen to your dear (Y/n)- “

“Don’t you dare bring them up! I made my choice and I’m living with it.”

“But what if you have access to that other choice. You can go to another reality where you’re living happily with (Y/n).”

Carlton’s eyes narrowed. “Is this why Fisk wanted you to build this?”

She shrugged. “Well, it’s something I’ve always wanted to tap into, but to have a desperate millionaire fund my little project is always a treat.” She flinched and a metal arm shot out towards the door where Tony was escaping with Peter. “You’re gonna miss the show.”

The air in the chamber began to warp, gradually forming into a portal. Doc Ock moved to give the machine more power before being intercepted by a spider web shooting out from Peter. Chaos erupted in the room, a blur of spider webs, energy beams, and metal arms flying around. The lights began to flicker, drawing their attention back to the machine that was almost at maximum power. Carlton attempted to disengage from the fight to stop the machine when one of Doc Ock’s arms swung out and knocked him out of the window.

“No!” Peter shouted, jumping to catch Carlton as he got sucked into the growing portal.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Doc Ock growled, another arm grabbing Peter and slamming him through the door.

Carlton felt the Collider pull him in. It wasn’t like a vacuum, but more like being swept away by an invisible river. He aimed his iron glove towards the ceiling panel to shut it down, then froze as he risked a glance into the portal. He saw a flash of your face, alive and happy.

Suddenly, the portal grew rapidly in an unstable manner and he could just see Doc Ock through the shatter glass with a gleeful grin on her face, a fist gripping onto a lever as she increased the power to its maximum capacity, lights flickering and surging around her. An energy beam from Tony’s iron glove shot out towards the panel before the portal swallowed Carlton completely, his body feeling as if swept away by an invisible river.

#carlton drake x reader #carlton drake #venom #venom imagine #marvel imagine #science & faith series #riz ahmed imagine #into the spiderverse inspired #marvel #doctor carlton drake #dr carlton drake

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apples-r-rubbish · 4 years

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Institute (13th Doctor x reader) Part 5

Summary: You’re on the run, no doctor, no time. Word Count: 2.4k AN: I’m going to be taking a lil break after the next chapter, just as I’m moving and I need time to adjust sorry -L x Warnings: none i think Tags: @startrekkingaroundasgard @penguinwithitsarseonfire

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 4) (PART 6) (PART 7) (PART 8) MASTERLIST

Panic. Screaming. Wind. Noise. Fear. Tense breathing. More screaming. More panic.

“Hold on!” Graham shouted over the monstrous amount of noise. Ryan found a panel and somehow managed to fly the plane on his phone. You were too shaken to understand. O. The plane was finally level. The Master. You were shaking. Nothing really sunk in. You blinked and you were helped off the plane by the worried trio. You snuck past the guards as Barton spoke to someone official looking. You were in Essex according to Ryan, and now that you were off the plane things had finally begun to fall into place within your mind. You were being stared at by everyone.

“It’s hard not to stand out, when we look like this,” Ryan groaned frustrated at the suit

“We’ve just been on a night out and we’re going home, that’s all,” Yaz reassured a soothing voice trying to calm you all down. Your phone went off, as did the others. Cautiously you answered it. Barton. “Hello, friends. What, did you think I wouldn't be able to track you? We have your numbers, e-mails, GPS. I even know how many more stamps you need for a free coffee. So close, Ryan. Or should I say Logan? Look up.” You did as he said. On a screen above you all your faces were displayed, claiming you were dangerous. More cursing. “Your passports have been revoked, bank accounts frozen,” Barton continued “We have a record of everyone you know - friends, family, colleagues, everyone you ever followed on social media. Of course, we have cameras everywhere, and now you're wanted for hijacking. Go off the grid see how long you’ll last,”

In a panic, Ryan smashed his phone, Yaz attempted to call her mum and Graham froze. “Oh and Yazmin is attempting to call her mum, how sweet,” He spat sarcastically. Yaz had rambled into the phone briefly for a second before Ryan grabbed the phone and stomped on it, he did the same with your phone and Graham’s. Then you ran.

You had finally settled on a building estate, hours late. Bones aching, out of breath and tired.

“No CCTV we should be safe for now,” Graham said, clearly weary from the day. You filled into a half built house. You took a seat on a sort of wall as did the others

“How do we know we can trust you?” Ryan asked suddenly “We don’t know you. The Doctor trusted O, and he betrayed us, how do we know you won’t?”

“You don’t.” You replied shortly “I’m an outsider. You’ve seen me what? Twice before today? Three times because one of them hasn’t happened to me yet. You don’t know you can trust me. But you have to. If I wanted to turn on you, if I had malicious intent I would have ran off with the master, but I didn’t.”

“Who are you really? O said you were a missing person,” Yaz asked inner police woman jumping forward

“I am. Technically. I was recruited by people I know very little about to do a job, told me it was important so I took the role. Wiped me from my old life, gave me a new one,” “How come the Doctor didn’t recognise that person? Surely you would recognise someone like that?”

“Their species, they have a way of cheating death, burn up every cell in their body, change their face and who they are. The Doctor used to be a man, we have 12 other faces on file. The master also can do that, same species same thing,”

“Who was he?”

“Well, do you remember Harold Saxon? That used to be him,”

“What- I voted for him!” Graham exclaimed

You examined the looks on their faces, “You want to know about my future don’t you, you want to put the pieces together, but she’s said you can’t tell me. One question won’t kill me,”

“You mentioned you were going to die on another planet? How would you know something like that?” Yaz wondered

“This, this interaction. Time isn’t linear. It’s more a big lump, as time travellers, we jump in and out at various points, things aren’t linear things can be changed and rewritten. Surely she told you that?”

“She doesn’t exactly tell us a lot. Who are you to her really?”

“I’m no one important, I think, I don’t know. I get pieces in passing. A bit like a conversation you aren’t a part of yet, just occasional whispers. Her late wife visited me once, and told me to keep track of everything. Keep journals and notes, telling me it would help make things easier, clearer. She was in a similar position, they met when she died and they kept meeting, bumping into each other, in the wrong order, fell in love, nearly destroyed the universe,” You explained “The doctor trusts me and I trust the doctor. Good enough for me. Also we went on a date,”

“Since we’re admitting things, I stole some of the gadgets from MI6, I’m wearing the laser shoes. Before you ask, no I didn’t read the instructions,” Graham laughed

“I took the rocket cufflinks too,” Ryan smiled

“You utter doughnuts, all of you. But there’s no one I’d rather be on the run with,” Graham turned to you “Even you, you seem to know a lot and I trust you. You’re on the same wavelength as the Doctor and that’s good enough for me.”

“Did you hear that?” There was a noise, and light. Kasaavin. You stepped out the building one by one.

“The shoe, use the shoe,” Ryan urged

“What?”

“Just stomp or something!” Graham did. A bolt hit a nearby streetlight.

“Your aim is terrible,”

“Graham, just dance.” He did and a few bolts hit the figures. You grabbed the others hands and ran.

The sun was coming up, you hadn’t slept for about 36 hours and whilst Yaz made a phone call, you and Ryan leant against each other in a desperate attempt to stay awake. She hung up suddenly as a car pulled up. Men stepped out, threatening you. Graham came up behind them and waved his laser shoe dramatically

“-and don’t make me do the soft-shoe shuffle!” He stated over dramatically, as you got into the car. You had decided to drive

“Are you sure you’re going to be safe? Driving, I mean, 36 hours is a lot-” Yaz began cautiously

“I’ll be fine. I once stayed a awake for a week on some planet so I could do my job, and the days were 25 hours, this is nothing,” You joked

“Can we go to the institute? Surely they’ll keep us safe?”

“No, they won’t. Anything linked to present day criminal activity immediately gets you dropped. We deal with time, you so much as breathe wrong you’re dropped,” You explained, “We have to follow their GPS.” You sped off

The hanger was cold and empty. There was a single figure on a chair along with a stand and a screen, you rushed to it.

“Is she still?” Ryan asked, not wanting to say the word. You checked for a pulse, she was cold. You shook your head, “No she isn’t. She hasn’t been for a while, a few hours, at most, I think.” Barton appeared on the screen.

“Well done overpowering my people. But did you really think they wouldn't tell me? I have a significant announcement to make, and you, my friends, are two steps behind. As usual,” He mocked

“So what are you? Part alien or something?” Graham asked

“You really don't understand who I am. I build things. I test them. So I let them test a tiny part of me. And now it's time for the global roll-out. I'm proof of concept,”

“As the head of the Bad Wolf institute, I have to ask, what are you testing? Why don’t you stop with the theatrics and murder? Make my job the tiniest bit easier,” You asked, temper flaring

“Look after my mum.” The call ended. You went to hit the screen and decided against instead choosing to make a loud noise.

“He killed his own mum,” Yaz breathed

“And abandoned her, in a hanger, to rot,” You stated, formal tone back. The screen came on once again, this time to an image of Barton giving a talk.

“-We told you, of course your lives are private, of course your data's safe. And you believed us. You kept clicking Agree. And now, we can do anything. I can send a text to every device on this planet.”

“Something doesn’t make sense, I’m missing something, I’m being stupid. God why does lack of sleep does this,” You grumbled. A message flashed up on the screen. Humanity is over, you have three minutes to prepare. The statue started spinning.

“Funny, right? Except, not a joke. We are way past peak human. We've created systems that are smarter and can run more efficiently than we do. So what's our purpose? We must be useful for something. Well, the data tells us we are. We can repurpose. Well, you all can. You know the most efficient type of hard drives on Planet Earth? Humans. Human DNA can store so much data. We're the perfect storage system, which means there are over seven billion potentially incredibly useful hard drives on this planet. All that's needed is to reformat the whole of humanity. Luckily, there's an app for that.” Barton chuckled, tone sinister.

The room was filled with light. The Kasaavin. The hangar door swung open. The master.

“Move away. Now! I've just had the most infuriating seventy seven years of my life. Have you any idea how hard it is to live through the 20th century? The places I've escaped from. Still, just in time to watch you all pay.” He grumbled, he looked aggressive like a wolf ready to attack.

“What is it? What the hell is that thing?” You asked, barely giving the others time to react

“Back with us I see? Aw shock was good look on you, shame the Doctor won’t get to see more of it,” He snarled “ If you must know, dear, it converts and transmits. We're transmitting Kasaavin energy around the world all at once into every device, hitting every human being and erasing all their DNA simultaneously. And it’s beautiful.” The energy grabbed Yaz, she couldn’t let go, you tried to pull her off, it wouldn’t move, she couldn’t budge.

“No use. It’ll take her, then you then you, and finally Miss Institute herself, a shame.” The machine stopped suddenly, the figures vanished.

“You were saying?” You replied smugly

“Sorry. I’ll admit I was close,” The doctor. Relief washed over you. She entered the hangar followed by two other women.

“Two can play at embedding things in history. I knew the Silver Lady was important, and that you built it for a reason, but I couldn't work out why. So I traced its movements through history. And when I saw that Barton now owned it, we stopped by his office. Middle of last year, using your Tardis, I built a fail-safe into that machine. Planted a virus. If it ever detected the massing of a Kasaavin army within its systems - total shutdown,” She explained. The room glowed again, circling everyone.

“Well Doctor, looks like you’re going to have to explain everything to them,”

“Look, I’ve rigged the Silver lady to send you back your own dimension. And that deal he made with you?” She pulled out her sonic and played a audio clip

‘Barton and these creatures do the dirty work, and once they're done, I get rid of them, having destroyed your precious human race in the process. Win-win-win.’

“Oh,” Was all the Master could manage to say

“Yes that’s your name, don’t wear it out,” She replied before the light increased. And with that the room was empty again, “Everyone alright? Everyone safe?” A chorus of yes sounded of from the group

“Miss me?” She asked a small but beautiful smile on her face, wrapping her arm around you

“Always,” You replied pressing a small kiss to her lip

“I hate to break up a sweet moment but I have questions. Who are they? And are we being replaced?” Graham asked

“Oh these are Noor and Ada, I’m dropping them off back in their timeline, like I could ever replace any of you.”

They were dropped off back in their respective times.

“So where to now?” The doctor asked, flipping a few switches

“The institute for me, I’m afraid,” You cringed, desperately wanting to stay

“What?” She suddenly looked up staring deep into your eyes, clearly hurt.

“I have to warm them, the Master is out there, and we have to prepare. We’ve barely managed to fix everything after the issues in 2015. I do want to stay, I truly do, but it’s hard and I have to look after them,” You avoided her eyes

“It’s ok I get it. Since we’re synced I can say this, whenever we meet up synced or not we have to go on a date, because we don’t know when it’s going to happen so we might as well enjoy it,” She wandered over to where you were stood

“Like time girlfriends?” “Time girlfriends,” She nodded. You kissed her cheek, and she smiled into it, hugging you tightly.

“Miss you already,” You joked taking steps out of the TARDIS and back into your office the day that you left.

“Are you ok? You’ve been a bit distant recently,” Yaz asked, breaking the Doctor from her thoughts. It had been a few months, since they’d seen you as a group.

“I’m fine,” She replied shortly

“You miss her don’t you?” The doctor ignored the question continuing to focus on the random buttons she was fiddling with. “Look, why don’t you take us to visit your home?”

“Can’t. Shouldn’t. You’ll ask too many questions. It’s boring. Why do you think I ran?” She explained, her usual answers combining into one, “but yes I miss her,”

#doctor who self insert #thirteen x reader #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #thirteenth doctor x reader #thirteenth Doctor imagine #doctor who x reader #doctor who x you #13th doctor #13th doctor x reader #13th doctor/reader #13th doctor/you

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 3 years

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Hey hello, I have no idea who Eric and Alan are (from the musical I guess) and I know nothing about your oc, so could you please write something for them? I'm curious.

yes, Eric and Alan are from the second (second?? I think second) Kuroshitsuji musical, The Most Beautiful DEATH in the World! the musicals are honestly really good, I 1000% recommend them if you can find them on YouTube or something!

Eric and Alan are such good characters, I have the biggest crushes on both of ‘em, and I LOVE the idea of a poly ship with them, so I did a little thing with that concept here~

also I have a TON of OCs so I’m not sure which one you wanted to know more about? “them” makes me think you’re referring to my genderfluid Phantomhive servant Marlowe, but I’m not sure ;w; however I love to write about my OCs so when the askbox opens back up, if you’re still curious, please do let me know!!

for now, here’s some Eric x reader x Alan goodness! featuring a SMALL cameo by my newest OC Elysia Malla, the department head of the British Branch Reapers’ Medical Division :D

Just like most times you want to hang out at the Reaper Dispatch building, ERIC has to sneak you in.

And not so much sneak you in, as put a pair of glasses on you, tell you not to look anyone in the eye, pretend you’re “that new transfer from Sussex”, and under absolutely no circumstances let anyone tell his boss that you’re visiting. It’s a poor effort because like most supernatural creatures, Grim Reapers can sense humans. You’re pretty sure the whole office knows what’s up by now.

Of course, as long as you get to come visit ALAN, especially when he’s not doing very well, you’ll happily pretend the other Reapers are none the wiser.

Eric’s had his arm around your shoulder the whole time you walk, as usual. Not only is he protective of you, he also pretty obviously relishes any chance to give you affection that he can. Even though you’ve heard a few of the other Reapers say he’s intimidating or serious, that hasn’t been your experience. He’s big-hearted and friendly, and is forever sneaking kisses when he thinks nobody’s looking. You consider yourself incredibly lucky to have him as one of your lovers.

“So, he’s doing better now, right?” you ask as the two of you approach the door of the Medical Division.

“Mhm, doin’ a lot bet’er. He wouldn’t say it, bu’ I think he’d do good wit’ seein’ ye. Jus’ keep it down’, y’ knoo, ‘r ye migh’ get th’ stink-eye from ol’ Nurse Frightingale.” Eric winks before opening the door and gesturing you to walk through. “Aft’r ye, m’ darlin’.”

You push up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jaw. “What a gentleman.” With that you slip inside, Eric following so he can close the door behind the two of you.

The Medical Divisionis as quiet as most hospitals you’ve ever been in. It’s cool in temperature and you can hear the chip-choppy hum of an electric fan or two. That along with the sound of some machines are the only things you can hear, though. Everything is a soft white or pale blue shade, and more than anything, the air smells clean with soap and disinfectant. Despite Eric’s not-quite-incorrect observation of the department head, this is a relaxing place that perpetuates healing.

“Afternoon, Elysia,” he greets with a raised hand. “Jus’ brought (Name) by f’r a li’l bit, ‘f tha’s okay?”

The department head peers through her glasses at him with a very unimpressed look on her face. “Don’t get so casual, Mr. Slingby. It’s ‘Nurse Malla’ to you. Feel free to stay as long as you wish, provided you don’t get rowdy. The last thing Mr. Humphries needs is the two of you working him into a tizzy.”

He gives her a salute and mimes zipping his lips shut. “Aye, no w’rries, Nurse Malla. Ye go’ m’ word tha’ we won’t dare do nothin’ excitin’.”

You can’t help but smother a giggle as Elysia gives a long-suffering sigh. “Enjoy your visit.”

“’Preciate it, m’ lady!” Eric grins as he ushers you over to the bed Alan’s in right now.

Predictably, he looks to be attempting to review something in his ledger even though he’s clearly not feeling great. Behind his spectacles, his eyes look tired, and his shoulders are sagging like he wants nothing more than to sleep. Based on what Eric told you, however, he’s been asleep for an hour or so now.

You make sure Alan can see you before lowering yourself down onto the bed, leaning over and giving his forehead a gentle kiss. “Busy little bee, aren’t you?”

“Ah… (Name). Oh, dear, I didn’t expect Eric to bring you by.” He melts into the kiss anyway, and into the identical one that Eric gives him once he sits down. “Mm, you two. You didn’t have to come here… I’ll be leaving soon.”

You reach for his hand, and he doesn’t stop you, curling his fingers around yours. When you glance down, you’re not surprised to see thorny scars starting to twine around his wrist. “You need to relax,” you murmur. “That’s why this attack happened, isn’t it? Stress.”

“It could have been, or it could have just been from nothing. This disease doesn’t need a reason to flare up.” Alan lifts your hand and presses a reassuring kiss to your knuckles. “Don’t worry about me, darling. The attack only lasted a moment, and I’m feeling much better now.”

Eric chuckles, taking Alan’s other hand. “Aw, c’mon, d’ar. Ye cannae fault th’ poor thing f’r bein’ w’rried ‘bout ye. (Name)’s righ’ tha’ ye work tae hard.”

Alan offers an exhale through his nose, exasperated look obviously aimed at the both of you. “And you don’t work hard enough, dear. So it balances out. Anyway, I don’t fault them for being worried. I…” It seems the only reason he pauses is to glance at you with a vaguely guilty look. “… I’m just trying to reassure you, love.”

“I know.” You mirror the kiss he gave your hand on his, the same way Eric did with the kiss to Alan’s forehead. The one difference you make is that your kiss is pressed to the forming scars on his wrist. “I can’t help worrying when this happens, though. You and Eric are really important to me. I just want you to take care of yourself.” You bring his hand down, then give him a smirk. “Or you could just let us do it?”

Barely a second passes before Eric claps you on the shoulder. “Aye, darlin’, tha’s a grea’ idea!! Alrigh’, it’s settled then.”

Alan arches an eyebrow. It appears you’ve both lost him. “Oh, goodness. Dare I even ask what is settled, Eric?”

That grin on Eric’s face would definitely be trouble if he weren’t your partner in crime right at this moment. “Soon’s ye ge’ outta haur, we’re haulin’ y’r s’rry arse home early, an’ then it’s time f’r nothin’ bu’ a night’a us takin’ care’a ye! Coimhead air sin,good idea, (Name)!”

“Oh. Oh, no, the two of you can’t just—”

Alan’s halfway through his protest when a pair of heels clicks on the floor. “Slingby! (Surname)! I warned you not to work him up. So that’s it; get out!”

It takes just seconds for Eric to tug you toward the door. “Thanks f’r once, Elysia! I’ll ‘ave s’me biscuits ‘r summat on y’r desk taemarra’ mornin’!”

What follows the two of you out is a frustrated, “It’s Nurse Malla! Get it wrong one more time and you’ll find yourself here as a patient!”

#illness tw #chronic illness tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alan #Eric #reader insert #romantic #poly #fluff #hurt/comfort #MORE SOFT REAPER THINGS I SAY!!!! <3 #queued

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marvelmymarvelmaster · 4 years

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Band of Brothers Masterlist

Series:

Dog Tags: Dog tags. You didn’t know why, but something about them made them seem safe and secure, just like the man wearing them.

Wounded: Being wounded in war is inevitable and could happen to anyone at any moment. But when it’s you or the love of your life that gets wounded, how will either of you handle the pain and suffering.

Richard Winters:

Everything Was Red: Lewis Nixon was after your heart, but Winters wanted it first. In the end, though, you’d surprise them both with who you would choose. (Lieutenant!Reader)

Really?: You always thought it was funny that Richard was shaving in the middle of the winter, so you decided to distract him. (Captain!Reader)

Um, Excuse You!: Eindhoven was fun until a woman kissed Richard in front of you which caused Richard to have to kiss you to stop you from murdering the woman. (Captain!Reader)

Liar: Lewis Nixon lied to you. He told you he wasn’t married, even went so far to tell your mutual best friend Richard Winters that same lie. When you find out, though that he was lying to you for over 2 years, is when you find out who truly loves you. (Captain!Reader)

Forever and Always: He was working too hard, you saw that. The regiment didn’t. By the time you got him pulled away from the typewriter, he was still reeling over the events. All he wanted, was for you to just hold him. (Major!Reader)

Copycat: Showing up to Toccoa with a strong head on your shoulders, you were determined to make your company, Easy Company, the best in the 506th. You were bold and unshakable, but Sobel still seemed to try and knock you down. But he was nothing but a Copycat, and with Richards help, you saw that as true. (Captain!Marshall!Reader)

Mama And Her Babies (3 Parts; Continuing): Being a medic for Easy and married to the Captain are no easy feats. Luckily, no one knows about your marriage to Dick other than the higher-ups so the men treat you no differently. Will the secret come out? (Medic!Marshall!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

(More parts will be added as I continue this series. Check Back for Updates)

My Secret: Hiding your relationship from your father was harder than you both thought. But could you do it successfully?? (Captain!Sink!Reader)

I Want You: He looked so good under these lights with the little bit of scruff that dusted his jawline. His whole appearance made you want to jump him, and you normally could. But your father was across the table. (Captain!Sink!Reader)

Lewis Nixon:

Aim For My Heart (15 Parts; Will Not Continue): As a Female Snipper for Easy company, you certainly do get a lot of attention, but the only attention you want is from Lewis Nixon. In the deadly mix called love in a war in which you had no business being in, will you and Lew make it out alive (A love story I mean come on!) (Sniper!Marshall!Reader)

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Part 3

Part 4

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Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

(More parts will be added as I continue this series. Check Back for Updates)

Warmth: You just wanted to get warm, and the only warmth you could get was in Lew’s arms. (Captain!Marshall!Reader)

Sick: You’re sick so Lew cuddles with you.

Drunk: As a first-time drinker, you get very drunk before all of you ship out. You get so drunk to the point where Lew has to take you away so you can rest. Drunk tears ensue. (Lieutenant!Reader)

Lipstick: Aldbourne had everything. Food, beer, pretty women. You liked 2 of the 3 things, and when Lew starts to notice your mood going south, he steps in to reassure you that you’re the only girl he wants. (Lieutenant!Reader)

A Lie: The drinking was getting too much. You tried to make him stop, but in the end, he just drifted farther and farther away. Lucky for you, Ron was there for it all, but will it stop your bleeding. (Captain!Reader) (Features Speirs)

When I Was Older… (3 Parts; Finished): Working side by side with the man you secretly love but openly hate is hard work. He tells you that your plans aren’t smart, but he knows deep down that they are indeed lifesavers. But when he doesn’t take your word and it winds up in 100 dead men, you two have an explosive fight, and words are said. Some were hurtful… Some were what you wanted to hear all along. (Captain!Intelligence!Reader)

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Drunken Words Are Just Sober Thoughts: One night of you being drunk with Lew at a bar causes you to be sillier than your normally serious self. But then you mutter out some words, and he questions who you really are when you aren’t in charge and if you really meant it. (Captain!Reader)

Exhaustion: After a long day on the field all you wanted was to be in Lewis’s embrace. He gives you just what you need. (Captain!Reader)

You’re So Far Up My Ass: Eindhoven scared you. All the people suffocated you which made you stay close to Lew. What was truly bad, was seeing the woman being sheared like cattle. That’s what made you cling onto Lew for dear life.

I’m Not Sick: You told him you weren’t sick and kept on commanding the men while in Bastogne. But your sniffles and sneezes didn’t go unnoticed in the little town of Foy and that’s when Lew put his foot down. (Sick!Captain!Reader)

British Bastard: Ever since you walked into that office to talk to your father the British Colonel had his eyes on you. Lew and you weren’t yet dating, but would flirting with the British man push that train along? (Captain!Sink!Reader)

Fire on Fire: You loved him, you really did… But the drinking became too much and with the predicament, you were in, things had to change. You didn’t know if the change had to be from him or you… But you knew it would be bad. (Captain!Winters!Reader)

Ronald Speirs:

Cigarette?: You had heard stories about the ruthless Speirs, but when you hear how someone taking a Cigarette from him will die, you try to show the men that you aren’t afraid.

Idiot (2 Parts; Finished): Ronald Speirs had always gotten on your nerves. Whether it be fighting the biggest person at the school or running through open fire on the battlefield. He was your best friend, but you hated him when he acted like such an idiot. (Medic!Reader)

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Part 2

Promote Me, Love Me (12 Parts; Will Not Continue): You have one goal in this war, to rise faster in the ranks than Ronald Speirs from Dog Company. The only problem, you’re hopelessly in love with the crazy man. Will it mess up your chance to be better than the arrogant careless man, or will it make you realize that ranks aren’t everything when it comes to love? But when you find out that your best friend Carwood Lipton has been hiding feelings for you, what will you choose in the end? Speirs, Lipton, or that Golden Rank you’ve dreamt of since you were just a little girl, only war will make that decision. (Lieutenant!Reader)

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Silent Affairs: No one knew about you and Ron sneaking around and you liked it that way. But when he gets moved to Easy Company, things get difficult. (Lieutenant!Reader)

Despicable: He needed you to leave him… So he pushed you till you did. And it was absolutely despicable. (Medic!Reader)

Bad Guy: Who was the bad guy? You or him? You liked him when he was mad and unlike others, you weren’t scared of him.

Guilt: You were tired of the back and forth that Ron played with your fragile heart. He liked you one minute and then ignored you the next. So you decided to make his life a living hell. (Sergeant!Marshall!Reader)

Tomorrow Is Another Day (Will Not Continue; Sequel to Old Memories, Same Crush): After George Luz finds out that you are the same girl from high school, he’s heartbroken from your lies. Confiding in Ronald Speirs, you find love again and this time, it feels correct. However, a moment in the woods sparks feelings between you and George that you wish would just go away. Will you stick to your guns and stay with Ron? Or will George’s persistence win you back? Only time will tell. After all, Tomorrow Is Another Day. (Medic!Reader)

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Celebration?: Your hair was everything to you. Partly because it took you so long to grow it out, but mainly because it made you feel feminine when surrounded by men. So losing it, would be devastating. (Medic!Reader)

Mean: Most times Speirs could be mean and most times you stayed quiet. Sometimes you spoke up. (Shy!German-American!Reader)

Carwood Lipton:

My Sick Baby: Carwood was sick with Pneumonia, as you checked up on him you soon realized he needed to sleep so with some force, you got him to do just that. (Medic!Reader)

Scars: Ever since Lip got blown back by the tank shell, he’s been ashamed of his scars, but you reassure him you love him either way.(Medic!Reader)

Eindhoven: When a lady kisses Lips cheek, your jealousy sparks and he has to put out the fire.

Cuddle: You just want to cuddle with Carwood, it doesn’t matter to you whether he is upset with you, freezing his ass off or sicker than a dog, you just want to touch him 24/7.

You’re Being Naughty: when you got drunk, you got naughty. But you didn’t think it would bother your best friend until he snapped at you in the middle of the bar. (Sink!Reader)

Sick Kisses: He didn’t want to kiss you when he was sick, but you didn’t care. (Medic!Reader)

Please Kiss Me: Not now, not when he was sick. You were a medic, you should know better but you didn’t care. You couldn’t even remember what he tasted like, something that frustrated the life out of you. Would he cave in? (Medic!BabySisterSpeirs!Reader)

Joseph Liebgott:

In Denial: Joe and you always got on each other’s nerves, but how long will it take before you both realize how in denial you are about how much you love each other.

Showers: As a female soldier, you never really get to shower alone and in private. When two men have wandering eyes and nasty words, it makes you a little self-conscious and your boyfriend a little hot-headed.

Hot Head: Joe’s jealousy really does get the best of you sometimes, but when it turns into pure rage that makes him ignore the fact that he’s hurt is when you have enough. (Medic!Reader)

Jealous Hearts and Wounded Bodies: (Sensing a theme?) Joseph is always jealous of something, but you two aren’t even dating, so what gives? When you push the limits and flirt with David Webster in front of him, all hell breaks loose. When you are wounded, though, that’s when the real truth comes out.

Ich Liebe Dich: Just Joe bugging you in English, so he says I love you in German to make you swoon.

Wicked Game: It was a wicked game, really. He made you fall in love with him with his sweet words when you were alone. Yet his sour remarks when you were around the others made you shut down and second guess it all. But you were falling madly in love with him… And it really was all just a wicked game.

Get Off: He didn’t enjoy you hanging off of him like a monkey. But when you start hanging off of Webster to get Joe riled up is when all hell breaks loose.

Taxi Ride: After the war, you and Joe went your separate ways. You became a Nurse and married a wealthy man. He became a taxi driver and prayed that you would cross paths. One late night you take a taxi home, and after you find out who will be driving you home, you decide your life needs to change. (Nurse!Married!Reader) (BoB!AfterWar)

Moved On: Joe thinks you moved on to a replacement when really, the replacement was coming onto you much to your dislike. When the replacement finally corners you in the bar, you don’t know who will snap first. You… Or Joe. (Medic!Reader)

Shut Up: He was getting on your nerves talking all that smack from those perfect fucking lips of his. You finally had enough, but you didn’t know what would happen after.

Pink Lips: Pink Lips… Those stupid fucking pink lips of yours had him hypnotized, even to the point of not being able to talk to you because he would be too busy staring at them. He finally has enough after nights and nights of nothing but dreams about you and those stupid, beautiful pink lips (Sink!Medic!Reader)

Jealousy Looks Good On You: Joe got jealous very easily and to you it was embarrassing. But when a girl hits on him in a bar, Joe likes what he sees.

Bill Guarnere:

Protection: Bill was always protective of you, and you were always in love with him. When push comes to shove, how long will it take for you to cough up your love for him, and for him to explain his motivations to protect you? (Medic!Reader)

Female Captain: Entering boot camp later than everyone else has its downsides. You don’t have a similar bond with one another like the originals did and you certainly feel like an outsider. Entering as their new superior has a different sort of challenge, instead of feeling unwanted from the men, you felt it from Sobel. When the inferior NCO pushes you around, who will stand up to him first, you, or would someone else? (Captain!Marshall!Reader)

George Luz:

Shave: Geroge needed to shave, and you wanted a candy bar, so you found a way to get what you wanted.

Don’t Touch My Girl: George didn’t like how Liebgotts arm was on you during the ride to the next spot. Frustration ensues.

War Is No Place… (9 Parts; Will Not Continue): You had your eyes on George Luz since day one. Quickly, you fell in love with one another, but you soon realized that war is no place for a lot of things. Mainly, though, its no place for love. (Medic!Marshall!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

(More parts will be added as I continue this series. Check Back for Updates)

Don’t Be Stupid (2 Parts; Finished): When George comes back from the bar drunk and proclaiming that you were cheating on him with your best friend Lieb, you find out who told him such lies. And you go to confront them.

Part 1

Part 2

I Thought I Lost You: You were stationed in Bastogne because they needed extra hands. When George finds out about the bombings though, he falls into a depression because he thought he lost you. (Medic!Reader)

Clingy Lover: When in Aldbourne right before Operation Market Garden, you start to feel lovey-dovey and very clingy. Luckily for you, George loves when you are like this. But when Cobb says something that makes you shut down, you question whether being clingy is a good thing.

Old Memories, Same Crush (3 Parts; Finished): You knew George Luz from Rhode Island where you both went to high school. You had a major crush on him, but being the nerd and him being the class clown made it seem impossible. You got over your crush once you joined the Airborne, but then you run into him again. Something blooms. (Medic!Reader)

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Eugene ‘Doc’ Roe:

Touch: Being a medic really put a lot on you, but then you learn that your touch heals people, or so Doc tells you, kisses ensue. (Medic!Reader)

Medic Band: When you’re holding onto dear life, you also realize you’re holding onto Eugene’s medic band. With your blood all over him, he confesses how he feels.

Mon Ange De Neige: In the darkest part of the war, Eugene realizes how he is slowly falling in love with you, his Mon Ange De Neige, Angel of snow. (Lots of French. I have no regrets) (Medic!Reader)

Boo-Boo: It was a boo-boo. The graze on your shoulder didn’t put your life at stake. Doc didn’t care though, a wound was a wound. All you wanted though, was for him to kiss it and make it feel better

Red Nose: He was so cold and his nose seemed to be permanently red. While in the town of Foy, Winters mentions to you that Eugene needs a break to warm up and relax from the hell he just went through in Bastogne. You couldn’t agree more and you make it your mission to fix the broken and frozen man in your arms. (Medic!Reader)

Accent: You always found the way that the Louisianan talked to be amusing. You just didn’t expect it to make your heart race either.

Stars: You were seeing stars after the bullet hit your shoulder, but you didn’t realize the stars were just Roes eyes shining in the moonlight as he hovered over you. (Medic!Injured!Reader)

Floyd Talbert:

Two Can Play At That Game: You and Floyd split in fear of losing one another. When you come to the town of Eindhoven and see him kissing a girl just to get you riled up, you finally snap and decide that two can play at that game. (Sergeant!Reader)

Stabbed And Dazed: You were still new to the whole, Medic thing, and the only way to get better was to practice on wounds. You just wished it wouldn’t be a stab wound from someone you liked, and when the morphine kicked in, his words would make your head spin. (Medic!Reader)

Joe Toye:

Joey Baby, I Love You: When you get clipped in the jaw by Liebgott while trying to break up the fight between him and Bill, Joe comes up to show you some love and promises you that no one will hurt you.

You Wanna Repeat That?: You were just trying to do your job, but when one annoyed private complains to the wrong man, your boyfriend, a heated argument results. (Medic!Reader)

Buck Compton:

Lost Without You: Buck was your everything, your rock, your love. Your life. So when he’s pulled off the line for witnessing Toye and Guarnere being hit, how will you survive in the hell without him?

Donald Hoobler:

Surviving: When Don shoots himself with his Luger and his life rests in your hands and Docs, will you be able to save him? (Medic!Reader)

Edward Heffron:

Don’t Be So Smug: He was so smug and handsome at the same time… You wanted to hate it… But that only made you love him more.

My Baby: While his nickname was ‘babe’ to everyone else, ‘baby’ was his nickname from you and you alone. So when some of the men catch on to the pet peeve of yours when someone calls him baby, they do all they can to push your buttons. Possessiveness ensues. (Sergeant!Reader)

Just Kiss Me: He was being cheeky by not giving you a kiss. Which leads you to become clingy and needy. But don’t worry, he likes it.

You’re Adorable: You think he looks adorable in the lighting and then you just gather the courage to tell him how you really feel.

No Warmth: Julian. While Babe hated sharing your guys’ foxhole with him, you could see the love that he had for the younger boy. The problem was, that you mainly saw that love after Julian died and when Babe seemed too broken to heal.

Hurt: You were shot, it wasn’t deep and it was just in your shoulder, but it made you rethink everything. While the bullet hurt you, your absent demeanor hurt Babe. (Medic!Reader)

Drinks: Babe had just dumped you and you were getting drunker and drunker by the minute. Lucky for you, there were a bunch of British soldiers who couldn’t keep their hands off of you as they kept you well… Hydrated (aka Drunk). You didn’t see the issue, but Babe certainly did.

Get Me Sick: It was so cold, you were sick, and you were being so stubborn. The perfect mixture that made you distance yourself from your lover only because you didn’t want to get him sick as well. But he was having none of it. (Medic!Reader)

Donald Malarkey:

I Lost You: Donald Malarkey was always in your dreams, some were better than others, and then there were those that paralyzed you in fear. You couldn’t lose him, and the only way to calm you from those dreams were him himself. Luckily, he was always there for those scary nightmares.

Freckles: Seasons may come and go. His freckles may fade and appear. But through it all, your love for him never changes.

Protection: The Replacement was drunk and you were frozen in fear. When Don saw the whole predicament, he wouldn’t go easy on the man that touched his girl. Oh no, the newbie would pay.

You’ve Got A Lot To Learn: You were trying to be nice and courteous to the new Lieutenant. Meaning you made sure Don didn’t completely rip into him with sarcasm. While you are sweet and generous, the kid’s got a lot to learn. The first thing to learn is not to mess with you or he’s gonna a very nasty realization. (Major!Sink!Reader)

Six Feet Under: You didn’t know how to fix it. Fix any of it. His friends dying killed him, but him not opening up really put your relationship six feet under.

Giggles: Even when you’re upset, whether it be with him or another person, he always found a way to make you giggle. (Sergeant!Reader)

Mine (2 Parts; Finished): Don had called off the relationship, yet it felt wrong to make out with Joe right in front of him. You lied to yourself by saying you did it because you liked Joe, but all you wanted was Don back. And what you wanted, you got.

Part 1

Part 2 (SMUT)

So Goddamn Beautiful: To him, you were always so beautiful. Whether you were covered in someone else’s blood or fresh out of the shower. It didn’t matter to him, you were just always so goddamn beautiful. (Medic!Reader)

In Your Place: You were talking back and doing things to rile him up. You knew what you were doing… You wanted him to put you in your place.

You’re Clingy, Big Deal: After someone makes fun of your clinginess in the bar. No one makes Don’s girl feel bad, especially when it’s about something he adores.

Watch: Sad Angst… No real synopsis and it’s short… so???

Fallen: You have always been pushed around for being Sinks daughter, but when you actually hit the ground is when you finally break. Don is there to catch you, but its not just you that he catches. He catches the love bug as well. (Sink!Reader)

Johnny Martin:

Watch Your Mouth: No one talked back to his girl. No one. So when one replacement gets a little mouthy towards you when you were simply trying to patch him up, Johnny steps in and puts him back in his place. (Medic!Reader)

In This Mess?: Martin was struggling, you could see that. When you find out that you’re pregnant, you think things will go smoothly. But he is not one happy daddy. (Wife!Medic!Reader)

David Webster:

Leave Him Alone: You had enough of your best friend teasing and bullying poor Webster. Partly because you wanted everyone to be kind, partly because you liked David.

Where Were You?!: When David comes back from the hospital after you lose everything, he questions why you of all people are giving him the cold shoulder. The reason is, you needed him, and he wasn’t there. (Medic!Reader)

HEADCANONS:

I Love You: Richard Winters, Lewis Nixon, Eugene Roe

Confessing Feelings: Ronald Speirs, Carwood Lipton, George Luz

#Band of brothers Masterlist

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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years

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Marked (Part 23)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: ~4670

Warnings: Dean being an absolute dickwad. Which! In my defense! He usually is, canonically, when he’s upset... also, angry sex.

A/N: So a while ago my brain was like “Here! This needs to happen!” And I was like “oh thanks I hate it.” So. Yeah. Been dreading this chapter for a while. Here it is. Thanks to @covered-byroses @fangirlxwritesx67 and @fookinghelljensensthighs for showering Marked with compliments when I was about ready to smash my head into a wall. Y’all helped.

He’s okay.

I exhaled, long and shaky.

Good. What about you?

There was no answer. I fell asleep holding my phone, waiting, with a cold heavy ache settling in my chest like a stab wound.

When they came through the door the next morning, Sam was limping and pale and leaning heavily on Dean, but he was there, alive, trying to smile for me, and for a moment I could breathe.

I had to fight the urge to run to Dean, wrap my arms around him, prove to myself that he was really there.

“Can I do anything?” I asked softly, as Dean started to steer Sam to his room.

“Painkillers might be good?” Sam winced.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” Dean said, smiling sharp like a dagger.

-----

I gave them some time. I tried not to worry. It was normal, for Dean to be stressed. He’d calm down.

When I finally went to his room, I didn’t bother to knock. He was sitting at his desk, staring dully at the glass of whiskey he was rolling between his palms. He didn’t seem to notice when I closed the door behind me. I leaned back against it, keeping my distance, trying not to push.

“How you doin’?” I asked quietly.

“Just peachy,” he said, without looking up.

“Dean. Come on.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” It sounded like he was running on autopilot.

I wondered how many times he’d told that lie in his life.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Nope. Not even a little bit.”

“Yeah, that was a stupid question,” I muttered, more to myself than him. I felt cold all over.

He downed the last sip and immediately poured himself a refill from the half-empty bottle on the table. Then he turned and gave me one of those canned smiles he was so good at; I wasn’t used to seeing it aimed at me, but I recognized it.

I crossed the room slowly, like I was approaching a skittish animal. He raised an eyebrow when I grabbed the glass out of his hand, but he didn’t try to stop me. I drained it and set it back down in front of him, and he immediately reached for the bottle and poured another.

“I think I need some space,” he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. “Can you just… not do this? Not with me.”

He didn’t answer. He settled back in his chair and crossed his arms, looking at me mulishly. I crossed my arms right back at him and we stared each other down, one brick wall to another.

He shook his head after a moment, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. He picked up his glass again and frowned at it.

“I can’t do this with you right now,” he said gruffly. “Maybe you should just… go home. At least for a couple days.”

I knew him, I knew he didn’t actually want me to leave, but that still stung. I took a deep breath.

“Nah, I’m good here.”

He scowled. “I’m serious. I need… family time.”

“Sam just took so many painkillers he’ll be out cold for the next couple days. By ‘family,’ do you mean ‘whiskey?’”

“Stop,” he sighed.

“Stop being a fucking fuckwit and talk to me,” I snapped, exasperated.

I could see him studying me, tilting his head to the side, mouth twitching unhappily, but then he squared his shoulders like he’d made a decision.

“Don’t you have anywhere better to be?” he asked coolly. His eyes had gone oddly blank.

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I don’t have time for this whole fuckin’ mess right now,” he said, gesturing between the two of us.

“That’s not-”

“Can you just leave me the fuck alone?” he barked, but I could see the pain lurking behind his anger, twisting his features into a bitter mask. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

“Just want you to talk to me,” I said quietly.

“There’s nothing to fuckin’ say,” he growled.

“Asshole.”

“So I’ve been told.”

I made an incoherent noise, too frustrated to form real words. I grabbed the bottle off the table, raising an eyebrow and silently daring him to comment as I unscrewed the cap and took a sip. The burn made me feel a little less like I was choking. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slammed the bottle back down roughly.

“Oh, that’s real mature,” he said sarcastically.

“Can you just-”

“You’re a real slow learner, aren’t you?” he snarled, and the sudden venom in his voice took my by surprise.

“What-”

“People who hang around me for a while? They tend to get hurt,” he said flatly. “You of all people should know that by now.”

I took a deep breath, grinding my teeth, hands squeezing into fists at my sides. He watched me, gauging my reactions. He looked implacable, wearing a plastered-on expression of disdain; if I didn’t know better, I’d think he didn’t care.

He knew exactly how to cut me apart. He knew all my soft vulnerable spots. If I let him, he would eviscerate me. He’d do it clean and clinical and neat, just cut himself out of my life, and then I’d be alone, nothing left to do but sanitize the wounds with cheap whiskey and hope the blood loss wouldn’t kill me.

Fuck that. Last time he drew a knife, I’d barely survived.

“Gonna take more than that to chase me off,” I said. I sounded more confident than I felt.

Dean licked his lips, eyes darting over my features like he was analyzing something, before he stood up abruptly, crowding into my space and making me take an instinctive step back.

“You should go,” he repeated, low and dangerous.

“I’m not scared of you.” I looked up at him, defiant.

He took another step forward, predatory and prowling. My back hit the wall. I realized what he was going to do a split-second before I felt his fingers on my wrists.

“You should be,” he said, voice ragged and bitter, pinning my hands over my head.

Bile burned the back of my throat. I swallowed it down and held eye contact.

I could see how much this was hurting him. His words were rough, but his eyes were huge and soft, fucking anguished; he looked like he was drowning. I could feel the instinctual prickle of fear creeping up my spine, but there was no way I could ever mistake the raw, real, scared Dean in front of me for the monster who’d been wearing his skin that night.

My heart was racing, but it was from anger, more than anything else.

“Are you done yet?” I said hoarsely. “‘Cause even for you, this is a whole new level of bullshit.”

His eyes went wide for a moment, and then his face just sort of crumpled, tension going out of him all at once, mouth dropping open. He stepped back, releasing me with a choked gasp.

“Sorry,” he whispered. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, as if he could hide from me. “Shit, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, I’m sorry.”

I was shaking, adrenaline flooding my body, but the only thing I could feel was rage.

“Dean,” I snapped.

“Sorry. I just- I thought it would be easier. If you just… had to leave.”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

He flinched away from me. I threw myself at him, stumbling forward and colliding hard, wrapped my arms around him, and held on for dear life.

He took a deep, convulsive breath. I could feel the hitch of a repressed sob where I had my cheek pressed to his chest. His hands were gentle at first when they came to rest on my back.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. He ran his fingers delicately up my shoulderblades.

I squeezed him again, hard, clutching at the back of his flannel, and then he gave in with a barely-there sigh and clung to me desperately, breathing soft and shallow and panicky.

“Asshole,” I hissed, but it came out muffled with my mouth pressed into his shoulder. “Fucking… motherfucking piece of shit.”

I was so fucking furious I felt dizzy, and my vision was blurring through the tears. I nuzzled into the curve of his neck and slid a hand to the back of his head, pulling him closer, and then I cupped his jaw and surged up blindly on my tiptoes to kiss him, head spinning as my teeth sank into the softness of his lower lip.

Dean sighed, a quick sharp sigh that caught in the back of his throat, and I tasted copper. There was so much energy just rocketing around under my skin with nowhere to go, making my nerve endings sizzle and spark. When he bit back, nipping sharply, the sting felt like a distress flare roaring to life with a blinding magnesium-bright blaze. He gasped against my lips and then crushed his mouth to mine again, sucking and biting and setting me on fire.

I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to hurt him, and then I wanted to kiss it better, and I felt like I was going completely fucking crazy.

I whimpered as I tried to press myself closer. His hands found my shoulders and held me in place with an iron grip.

“Wait,” he said, forehead pressed to mine. “Wait, I just - I’m -”

“I know,” I snapped.

“- I’m so sorry, I -”

“Fuck now, talk later,” I said breathlessly, and he huffed out a laugh, thumb stroking the hinge of my jaw, as we tried to pull ourselves together.

We were both trembling, still, and I could feel tears drying on my cheeks. I spared a millisecond to wonder whether this was healthy, whether this was really the best choice, whether we should stop and figure things out before we dove in deeper… then he was shoving me backward, pushing me against the wall again, his hands strong and sure as he hooked them under my thighs and hitched me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and sucked a bruise into the soft skin just under his ear, and he let out a long, rough whine, hands squeezing my ass.

He spun us around and carried me to the bed. Maybe he couldn’t see where he was going, maybe he didn’t care. Either way, I was still tangled up in him when we crashed onto the mattress, his weight coming down on top of me, punching the oxygen out of my chest. I could feel him, the solid grounding pressure of him, all down my body. I dug my heels into the bed, pushed my hips up, and he was grinding against me, pinning me down and rutting into me. I saw stars.

“Clothes,” I panted, and tugged at his shirt, trying to get it over his head. Before I could make much progress he was sliding down my body, yanking my jeans and underwear down as he went. I only managed to get them kicked off one foot; they were still bunched around the other ankle as Dean hooked his hands under my thighs so that he could grab me by the hips and hold me where he wanted me.

He just breathed, for a moment, close enough that I could feel the warm air ghosting over my pussy, and then he slid the very tip of his tongue down my center, parting my lips gently.

“Don’t fucking tease, I’m not in the mood,” I groaned, trying to tilt my hips up.

He didn’t say anything, just spread me open and ducked his head. His tongue dragged up and over my clit with just the right amount of pressure behind the soft swirl of it, and then he curled two fingers into me, licking between them. I grabbed at his hair, arching up so that I could rub myself on the flat of his tongue. He moaned, low and dirty, and buried his face between my legs, lips working my clit in a way that sent molten heat through my belly.

Dean scissored his fingers and pressed them up, and my vision went white for a second. I bucked up against his mouth and made an incomprehensible sound, hooking my leg up over his shoulder and digging my heel into his back to urge him closer.

He fell into a rhythm, sucking my clit with these long waves of pressure and catching my g-spot with the calloused pads of his fingertips every time he curled his hand up against me. He added a third finger, twisted, pressed, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the fireworks threatening to blind me.

“Don’t fucking stop,” I gritted out. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t- don’t-”

It wasn’t the sort of slow-build orgasm that swells and peaks and eases you into the crest of it; this was instant obliteration. I let out a long, wordless cry and went under. It was intense and overwhelming and so fucking good, flashing out from my center and making me twitch up into the hot wet pressure of Dean’s sinful mouth.

He didn’t give me any time to recover, even when I started to squirm away. His tongue kept up the swirling pressure on my clit and his fingers rubbed that perfect spot inside me, and I couldn't stop shaking with the lingering shocks of my orgasm.

Pleasure started bleeding into shivery wrung-out not-quite-pain. The pulses of it were setting my teeth on edge, making me twist my hands in the sheets and whimper.

“Dean,” I said breathlessly. “Dean, fuck, c’mon.”

He pulled away just enough to look up at me and answer, “Hmm?”

Jesus, his mouth. His lips were swollen and red and used, puffy from my bruising kisses and now glistening wet. I could feel it, could feel how slick I was, slippery and soaked where his knuckles were stretching me open, but it was something else altogether to see the obscene shine all over his mouth and his chin. I made a strangled, high-pitched noise, clenching around him, and he did something with his fingers that sent a whole new wave of heat through me.

“Want you to...” I started, but trailed off into a moan; his tongue was flicking over my clit again and I couldn’t form words.

He gave me one last lick, slow and savoring, and then he was sitting up to pull his shirt off and reveal all that gorgeous skin. I had that feral urge to mark him up, sink my claws in… I could barely tear my eyes away from Dean long enough to sit up and get my own shirt off.

Luckily, he seemed to be on the same page. He was on me as soon as he’d managed to kick his jeans away, hands on my waist and teeth on my neck, biting his way up to my ear and then whispering, “What do you want?”

That seemed to be the impossible question of the entire goddamn week.

I hesitated for a moment before turning over, getting on my hands and knees, and Dean hummed in agreement, or maybe it was appreciation. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder at him as he shifted into place, and I could see him staring down with hungry, heavy-lidded eyes.

“Dean?” I said hoarsely. “Just… fuck me hard.”

He licked his parted lips, eyes going dark. The expression on his face sent this thud of need through me just as he sank in, filling me up so completely I couldn’t see straight. I dropped my head down and rocked against him, panting as I tried to adjust.

“Yeah?” he rasped. His hands gripped my waist. I just shifted forward and then pushed back, grinding on his cock, feeling the perfect ache where he split me open.

It was like the first orgasm had barely taken the edge off. All that aggression and pent-up anger and blistering lust were still there, simmering low in my belly, starting to boil over again.

“Fuck me already,” I hissed.

He let out a growl and slammed into me hard enough that I almost lost my balance. I dropped down onto my elbows to brace myself.

“Hard enough for you?” Dean grunted, fingers digging into me and holding me in place.

“That’s all you’ve got?” I said, goading him on, but the high, breathy whine in my voice gave me away. “Want you to fucking destroy me, come on.”

He laughed, gripping tighter, fingernails stinging my skin, and then he was fucking me with long, grinding thrusts, hitting my g-spot every time. I was dripping wet, slicking every hot, hard inch of him, easing the slide as he moved sharper, faster, pounding into me with a rhythm that made my toes curl.

“Love the way you take my cock,” he panted. “God, look at you, you gonna come for me again?”

I was shaking already. I twisted my hands in the sheets, trying to get some sort of purchase, some leverage, so that I could push back, get more, somehow take him deeper.

“More,” I whimpered. “Please, Dean, more.”

Dean leaned forward, planting one palm in the middle of my back, between my shoulderblades, shoving my face down into the mattress, and then he wrapped the other hand around my throat. That was all it took; the feeling of being overpowered, held down by his big rough hands, sent me over the edge. My entire body went rigid, and I bit down on the sheets to try to keep myself from screaming.

Dean was cursing as I came back to myself, rocking into me, and I could feel the way he was holding back.

“Jesus, you feel good,” he groaned. “Don’t want this to end yet, I…”

He pulled out and I whimpered, but he just shifted us forward, guiding me until I was flat on my stomach. He pushed my legs closer together, straddling my thighs, and when he thrust into me again it felt so good, so tight and overwhelming, that a little shiver of an aftershock went zinging up my spine.

I felt him take a deep, ragged breath. He was running his hands down my back, just smoothing them over sweat-damp skin. Then he dragged his fingernails down, a trailing fiery sting. I cried out, arching my back almost painfully to try to thrust back against him.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered, and then he rolled his hips, grinding against me and making me squirm and pant under him. He was crushing me down against the mattress, trapping me in place, but I wouldn’t have been able to muster the coordination to move, anyway, with the way each movement made me tremble. I felt so fucking full.

Dean was getting close; I could feel it in the desperate, jerky way he was starting to move, and I could hear the way his breath caught in his throat.

“Wanna feel you,” I said hoarsely.

Instead of speeding up, he slowed down even more. He seemed to sort of melt, draping himself over me, pressing his chest to my back, and I could feel his gasps and his racing heartbeat.

He nuzzled the side of my neck, pressing his lips clumsily to my skin. I turned my head, straining, so I could kiss him, sloppy and off-center, more a brush of slack panting mouths than a real kiss.

I could feel Dean’s entire body on mine, like this. I felt his muscles bunching and flexing, his chest heaving, his cock dragging over some secret spot that made my vision go white and sparkly at the edges.

I had that too-full, achy sensation in my chest, like choking, like love, making it hard to breathe.

He slid one hand up my arm, up to my wrist, and then blanketed my hand with his, lacing his fingers through mine where they were pressed flat to the bed. He held my hand and he worked his hips, buried impossibly deep inside me, making me shudder down to the tips of my toes.

I wasn’t sure when fast and filthy had dissolved into this syrupy-slow intensity. I could feel every rock-hard inch of him pressing against all those perfect spots inside me, so goddamn close to me, so goddamn full, so intimate and pulse-poundingly good it didn’t leave room for anything else, least of all anger.

“God, I wish you could feel, you have no idea,” he said desperately, quiet against my ear. “Feels so good. Just hot and wet and so tight, dripping on my dick. When you come I can feel it in your pussy, just… squeezing me, like you can’t get enough, best thing I’ve ever fucking felt, and… oh, fuck, I can’t, baby, I’m so close, I - touch yourself for me, want to feel you come with me, just…”

He still had my left hand in his, but I worked my right hand between myself and the mattress, fingers finding my swollen clit. I didn’t have to move, not really, with the way his hips were grinding in perfect little circles. I let his movements do all the work, shoving me into the blunt pressure of my fingertips.

It was almost too much, the shock waves of pleasure that started jolting through me. I whined, overstimulated. Then Dean’s hips surged forward harder, making me shout.

“God, there,” I moaned, and then we were rushing toward the finish line together.

There was nothing graceful about it, nothing that would’ve fit in a romance movie sex scene; we were lost in each other. I was making these raw, shredded noises, sweating and cursing, too far gone to be self-conscious. Dean was clutching at my arms, my hair, hands grabbing at every part of me he could reach as he fucked me, hips swiveling, grinding down, crushing me into the mattress. It was rough and animalistic, and all I could think, in time with the throb of heat in my core, was love you, love you, love you.

“That’s my girl,” Dean gasped. “Just like this, c’mon, baby.”

I broke with a shout. Everything tensed and finally released, electricity splintering through me with this fierce, sharp, near-painful intensity. He let out a guttural moan, driving into me wildly one last time, and came, cock twitching with the first hard pulse of it, spilling hot and messy inside me as my cunt spasmed around him, over and over.

I couldn’t catch my breath. I took deep gulps of air like I was drowning, wrung-out and lightheaded. Dean shifted, taking some of his weight off my ribcage, but he didn’t pull away yet.

I could feel the flutter of him going soft inside me, the tickle of sweat cooling between us. My heartbeat began to slow.

For the first time since the phone call, I felt calm.

Dean nosed the damp hair at the nape of my neck and nibbled at the shell of my ear, and then he was pulling out. I made a disgruntled noise and he kissed the top of my head before getting up, padding over to grab a washcloth and a fresh glass of water.

We got cleaned up and settled properly into the bed, snuggled up against the pillows. I curled into his side and traced the lines of his tattoo. He stroked my hair gently for a while in silence.

“I almost forgot, y’know?” he said softly. “What my life is like, most of the time. I’m never gonna be that guy.”

“What guy?” I asked, sitting up a little so I could look at him.

“The guy who gets a happy ending,” he said, with a bitter twist of his mouth. “I don’t get the happy ending. I forgot, I guess. When you’re here, it’s so easy to forget about everything else, and then… people get hurt. Sammy got hurt.”

“Dean,” I said, swallowing hard. “You know that wasn’t your fault.”

“I let him down,” he said grimly. “I let people down, I can never -“

“But -“

“And it’s not just that, it’s… I’m afraid I’ll hurt you, cause I just suck at this. Relationships. I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, Christ, but I don’t deserve you, not after that shit I just pulled. I’m crazy about you, but I’m kind of a dumbass when it comes to talking, and feelings, and shit like that.”

“Not gonna argue there,” I muttered. He half-laughed, but it turned into a sad little grimace. “But, like… I’m not the picture of sanity myself, here, y’know? And I love you so much I can’t think straight when you’re around.”

He ran a finger down my cheek, smoothed his thumb over my lower lip, tracing my face like he was trying to memorize it.

“Maybe that’s not a good thing,” he said. “You don’t trust me, and I don’t blame you, and it doesn’t really matter how you feel if you can’t trust me. Right?”

“I’m working on it,” I said, blinking back tears. “I’m trying to get better.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he protested, anguished.

“I know, Dean. I know.”

We looked at each other for a moment, quiet and sad. I curled up against his chest again, pressing my ear over his heart, listening to the steady comforting thump beating in his ribs.

“Maybe we could figure it out. Maybe it could work, if we did it right, y’know? So if you really wanted to, maybe we could try,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around me. “But… do you? I mean, do you even want this? A couple days ago…”

“I don’t know, Dean. That’s the problem. I keep hurting you right back, stringing you along, just fucking being here when I don’t know what I want. I know I’m hurting you.”

“Okay,” he said soothingly, running his fingers through my hair. “Okay, baby.”

“I’m afraid we’ll just tear each other apart if we keep this up,” I whispered, tears trickling from my closed lids and dripping down onto his skin.

“Maybe we both need to just take some time,” he said.

I didn’t want him to be right, but it made sense. We weren’t healthy, either of us. This wouldn’t be healthy. Part of me almost felt relieved, thinking about it. It’d be easier, if I just took some time away from him.

“Maybe it’ll be better, when I’ve had time to… heal, or whatever,” I said, miserable and unsteady. “Get myself under control. I don’t want to hurt you either, and maybe… maybe I’m just not ready.”

“Think we both need some time to figure our shit out,” he said shakily.

“What if we just gave it a couple days, for now?” I suggested. “Think about it. Make sure we’re doing the right thing. I’ll go home, and… I dunno, try to get my life together.”

“I think that’d be a good idea. Get some space. Get our heads on straight. I’m not so good at being rational when you’re around.”

“And in a couple days, we can just… I dunno. Talk again. See how we’re feeling.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can do that.”

We didn’t say any more. We held each other, for a few minutes. I felt hollow and fragile, and I didn’t want to walk away, knowing it might be the last time for a long time, but there was no point in waiting.

“Just one more minute,” Dean whispered.

——-

I didn’t let myself glance in the rearview mirror. I didn’t let myself look back.

This was the right choice. It had to be. We couldn’t keep hurting each other like this. If we kept slicing each other open, we’d do permanent damage. Better to take a step back. Better to find our footing, get ourselves under control, before one of us bled out.

This is right, I told myself, as I pulled up to my dark, empty little house. This is good.

I just felt hollow.

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 4 years

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Rengoku Kyoujurou x Pillar!Reader

"Your Heart Arrived First"

Dear ufotable merch production staffs, if you made all of the merchandises expensive, then make sure to make my flame hubby being handsome in all of his screen time. I ain't take no.

700 followers commemoration!

You slowly opened your eyes.

You found yourself in your Demon Slayer uniform, realized that you're under a maple tree, sat down on your heels, legs folded to behind. Your sword was laid on the ground.

One maple leaf fell down onto your shoulder. You picked it up.

"I never thought I will meet you again." You said while still looking down, crunching the leaf, and placed your palm on your thighs.

The person in front of you stood still, didn't do anything but smile.

You caressed your sword from tip to the base with your fingers.

"Why are you here?"

You raised your head and saw that person with your eyes, unamused.

Rengoku Kyoujurou. He stood proudly in front of you, while holding his own sword with his right hand. The cape behind him was fluttered by the wind, so did his yellow hair.

"Never thought you will be here too." His laugh echoed thorough the reddish forest. "Well, I did expect you to come here."

"I already promised to Rengoku family that I will protect and serve them until the rest of my life."

"And you did."

"I didn't." You stood up, and unsheathed your own sword, already building rage inside yourself. "Fight me." You pointed your blade tip to him. He still stayed calm.

"Why?"

"Because I failed, as a Demon Slayer and as the part of Rengoku."

"I don't want to."

"Then, I will make you do it." You're attacking and pushing your blade towards him, aiming for his neck. He quickly unsheateud his sword too. He could dodge it easily, of course, who are you kidding? He's a Hashira. He pushed his blade towards your left abdomen, you acted fast. You spinned around. No one got hit.

You know his weakness. He probably could handle your sword plays but always forgot about movements. You tackled him, placing your legs in between his thighs and proceed to make him fell down. You kicked his sword out from his range.

You straddled him, and pointing your blade tip at his neck.

"Answer me, Flame Pillar." You looked at him in disgust. "Why do you pull me here."

He smiled.

That damn smile which never fail to made you melted.

But you played it cool.

"I don't know, I'm not pulling you here. You came here first, with your own will." Kyoujurou stood up, remained serene. His expression was so gentle and you became more irritated. "I already said that I expect you to come, because your heart arrived first."

He didn't daunt, he moved towards you again while dodging your blade tip.

"Don't come near me! Stay back!!" You still pointed the tip of your blade on his throat, trembled and stepped backward until your back hit on the tree. You hate this, you hate that you always enthralled by his eyes, by his gentle smile.

He grabbed your wrist, pushing your sword's handle down and make the sword fell in one quick motion. You gritted your teeth and ready to bark at him again.

But you didn't say anything, or you just incapable to say it. You bite your lips, frustrating.

He let out the most tender smile he ever had.

Ah, this again.

Stop.

Please stop.

He hugged your hip, and one hand is on your head, caressing your hair.

"You did well."

What did he mean by you did well? You clenched your fist.

"Unfair."

"What is it that 'unfair'?"

"It's unfair. I promised to Senjurou, I will never leave him. Why? Because you're a horrible brother!! You left your family!!" You started to let out droplets of tears, sometimes chokes out. You just couldn't hold it anymore.

"(y/n). I know, I am."

"And now it's my turn to leave Senjurou too?!! I can't believe this!! He will be alone!! There will be no one who soothe or cherish him!! I can't hug him anymore! There will be nobody who will be beside him everyday!" You frustrated to the core of your heart. "Senjurou didn't deserve this."

"I know."

"Shinjurou-sama will become more guilty!"

"Father will understand."

"And I hate you! I hate you because you break our promise!! I hate you because you lied to me! I hate you because you always said everything is in control! It's not!"

"(y/n), I-"

"STOP TALKING LIKE EVERYTHING IS FINE!" You pushed him out. He clearly saw it, the anger, the rage, the resentment. It's all pure yours.

"I'm tired, Kyoujurou. I'm so tired but I kept smiling so that your brother didn't worry about me! I kept going on so that Shinjurou-sama didn't feel guilty! I'm the one who took all of your tasks! I knew that I already swear to Rengoku family to serve until I die, right on the day when Shinjurou-sama saved me, but these aren't it!"

You grabbed his front uniform while glaring at him. You're breathing harshly, almost didn't have energy left to control your anger.

But, he pulled you into his embrace once again. He slowly lifted your chin, kissed your tears, and cheeks.

Instead of working like flame, burned everything in its way, Kyoujurou extinguished your wrath slowly, away from yourself.

Really, it's unfair.

"How dare you show yourself in front of me... After I died."

The wind slowly whiffed, making your hair and his dancing around. You sobbed in silence. He hugged you, and caressed your back.

Kyoujurou always looking for you from here, yomi, in his own beautiful red maple garden. He knew how devastated you are when the crows informing his death, how you rushed to Senjurou's place and hugged him when he also received that message, letting Senjurou crying from his heart content.

Or how you took care his corpse, funerals and other things, how you tried to replace Kyoujurou by being big sister to Senjurou, how you tried to so hard to handle all of things Kyoujurou left to this world.

And he never saw you mourning, complaining, not even tears was shed.

"(y/n)... I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I never meant to hurt anyone's feelings especially you."

Kyoujurou brought you to sit down. You still sobbing on his shoulder. He understood that you just wanted to let out all of things from your chest. You've been holding so much shits going thorough your life.

"It's okay. I know. It's painful, right? It's hurt, right? It's all over now, for us."

"Why are you lying? Why do you never count on me when you have problems? Why are you quietly go to that train mission without saying anything to me? Am I really that weak? Even though I'm a Pillar too?" You mumbled and sniffled on his collarbone.

"Because... I actually don't know what to do anymore. You're right, I'm a liar. Everything isn't fine at all. I lied to you and myself. I acted like I'm strong, but I'm actually not."

"That's-"

"If only I could be more honest, I could be more opened to you, I could say 'Please accompany me on this train mission', we probably could fight together. But, it's all in the past now. I couldn't change it, and you couldn't too."

You stopped crying, but there are still some sniffles left.

He, Kyoujurou, always waited for you from up here, from yomi. He always looked at you fighting the demons restlessly, knowing your pain you hid deep down into your heart.

Until you lost your own life, fighting with Upper Moon in Muzan's fortress. Your heart was being pulled by Akaza. You really thought he will not attack woman, so you let your guard down for a moment. But he still killed you, because he considered you as strong opponent.

Kyoujurou knew how desperate Tanjirou calling out your name, but it's useless.

He looked at your heart floating in front of him, already arrived at yomi first. It beats slowly.

"Rengoku-san, please. Please take care of (y/n)-san in yomi."

He touched your heart. It's warm. Weird because instead of feeling disgusted, he only felt warm emitting from there.

Knowing you will be soon beside him again, he doesn't know how to act, should he be happy or sad?

But he decided to greeted you, here.

He kissed your temple, and put his chin on your shoulder.

"... I miss you, I miss you so much. I can't cry when I was alive, because I couldn't being weak when I was alive. I just wanted to see you again." These are the words you planned to say when you met him again. But, you let out those harsh words towards him.

You're tired, Kyoujurou knew that.

"I miss you too. Let out your anger to me, it's okay. I'm responsible for it."

"I'm not angry."

"You are."

"I'm just a little mad to you."

He's laughing, kept caressed your back, soothing you, kissing your face. He sticked his forehead onto yours, eventually let out some happy tears too. You whispered his name with trembling lips.

"Thank you for replacing me. Thanks for all of the things you've done while I'm gone. Senjurou and Father must be so proud of you. Now rest. You've done your part."

Here in yomi, we are in eternity

"You did well."

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Millennials - Part 7 -

Title: Millennials Genre: Fluff, romance Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x You Summary: Life is made of stages and each of them is a hard push on the back, forcing you to forge ahead. You’re facing your biggest crisis, and then there’s him, who lives from day to day. Of course he does, he is just a kid. Words: 3964 Warning: Small age difference. Yugyeom x Noona Reader.

- Teaser - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -

- Part 7 -

Yugyeom doesn’t like how down he feels right now. He has been sulking for the whole night even since he came back home and doesn’t seem to know how to deal with it. He had a horrible evening and ran away from his friends, no able to keep his cool anymore.

He barely heard them calling him, didn’t even hear his phone ringing and most certainly couldn’t notice how shaky he was.  It’s a new feeling.

He feels played with. Like someone actually lied to him and he was too stupid to believe them. He knows he is gullible, he knows he trusts too easily, but he cannot deal with the pain of being hurt by someone who is so dear to him.

Out of everyone, he thought you wouldn’t be able to do that.

And somehow he can’t believe it. He can’t believe you would meet with another guy behind his back. Yugyeom doesn’t think he is jealous and he isn’t. If the guy is just a friend, then it’s fine by him.

This is how he ends up feeling miserable.

Yugyeom doesn’t know how to address the issue. Jinyoung tells him to meet with you and ask for justifications but he knows himself too much to do that. He isn’t the type to get mad and say big words and he will probably chicken out even though he did nothing wrong.

His friends always make fun of him for avoiding conflicts.

Instead, he avoids you at all cost. He doesn’t answer your texts and ignores the phone calls. The device doesn’t show your name often though and Yugyeom feels even more depressed.

It’s like you don’t care that he is ignoring you.

Yugyeom even ditches work, coming up with a shitty excuse about exams who aren’t going to happen. Speaking of which, he fails big time while trying to come up with a choreography and end up being yelled at by one of his senior for being so uninspired.

Great. Life is great.

At the same time, he wants to know what you’re doing. Was that guy someone important? Are you enjoying life with that not so handsome jerk? No, he should stop caring. You played with him and he will move on.

But he always ends up groaning, his motive vanishing like dust when he thinks about how deep his feelings are.

He hates himself.

You don’t know how you end up without any news from Yugyeom. The latter seems to be rather busy because he doesn’t even answer your texts. Maybe you shouldn’t push it. Maybe Yugyeom hates clingy girls.

Still, you’re getting curious. Maybe he is sick? What if he hurt himself while dancing?

You had planned for a date at your place. You wanted to get to know him better and do something chill where you could have exchanged a bit more.

At least that’s what Naya’s co-worker had told you to do.

He had been full of advices and very understanding of your inner conflict, he who is also dating a younger person. It made you feel better to know that your feelings were natural.

“Oh wait, you’ve been to the place where he practices, right? Go there!” Naya yells over the phone while you’re cooking, one night. “It’s unusual, though. Did you do something wrong?” She is now scolding, her voice turning higher all of a sudden.

You sigh, stopping midway in your vegetable cutting session. “I didn’t do anything. I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“This is the problem. You’ve just started a relationship and it feels like you’re still single. Why are you acting like you don’t like your boyfriend?”

Your head goes down in frustration and you’re glad your friend isn’t next to you, right now. “I do like him! We’ve talked about this already. I agreed to meet with your co-worker because you said he’d help me see things differently and he did but please, give me some time. He isn’t even answering my calls right now.”

It’s annoying. How do you end up being the horrible one when you clearly did nothing? Of course Yugyeom doesn’t deserve this, but you warned him, you told him and even Naya that you were not good enough for a relationship but still, they forced this.

“I told you he didn’t deserve to be put in such misery. Stop putting the blame on me.”

Naya chuckles, her voice dying before she continues. “You’re taking the easy way out. Just fucking try harder; the kid will agree to everything you say, he is freaking in love with you! You can’t offer only this and claim you can’t do better. I think you don’t care about his age. You’re just frightened because he is serious and forcing you to become someone better.”

Damn her and her tendency to read psychological magazines.

“Why are we even talking about this? He probably is too busy and you’re here telling me it’s MY FAULT he isn’t answering my calls.” That girl must be crazy.

“Remember what we told you. That boy is younger but that doesn’t mean his feelings are invalid. Just like my colleague’s girlfriend, he will end up being very hurt if you don’t at least reassure him. You’re not the only one doubting so even though it might have nothing to do with you, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to find out what’s happening. I know you want to so stop being so damn stubborn.” She cuts the line before you can object and it tears a sigh out of your mouth.

Suddenly you’re not hungry anymore.

The days after that go slowly. You send another message and it stays unanswered. You try calling but it’s another failure. Maybe Naya is right, again. There’s something wrong with Yugyeom. It keeps you up even, thinking about what could have hurt him. There could be many reasons, but nothing comes to you. So, against better judgement, you follow your friend’s advice and aim for the place Yugyeom took you to when he needed to practice.

The walk there is endless and making you feel anxious. You quickly understand it’s the probability of a mad Yugyeom that puts you on a trans. What will you do if he refuses to talk to you and breaks up? You don’t even know if he will be there and you’re already freaking out. Great.

Part of you hopes he is just busy and will hug you and blush like he oh so typically does. Then there’s excitement. Excitement because you missed him, as hard as it is to believe.

So as you open the building’s door, you conclude you really need to feel him against you because it’s been too long.

There are many people there. All of them are young boys, sweaty from head to toe and moving around. You walk past bodies, all of them intimidating as they stare at you.

You peek behind the door, eyes meeting with guys dancing in sync.

Yugyeom is in the front, concentrated yet looking bothered as he seems to be struggling.

“Are you looking for someone?”

You jump when you hear the voice right next to your ear. Your head turns, eyes falling on another guy who tries to peek in hopes to get which one of the boys you’re coming for.

“I’m Yugyeom’s-” wait, how do you introduce yourself? You’re not sure he even spoke about you to anyone. What if he is too embarrassed to talk about his talentless girlfriend? What if you’re not even his girlfriend anymore?

The guy quickly catches up. “Yugyeom’s girlfriend? Please save us all, he’s been a pain in the ass recently. I was about to beat him up for always using the main room to practice. Just take him out of here.”

You blink at him, not getting what the guy means but understanding Yugyeom has been going through hard times.

“Do you know if it’s going to take long?” Your eyes go back to the room where Yugyeom is still busy dancing, his face blank.

The guy smirks, relief painting his tiny face. “He is done-” the guy opens the door before you can protest. “yah, Yugyeom-ah, get out of here, someone is asking for you.”

You freeze behind the guy, head barely tilted to meet Yugyeom’s face, both shocked and confused.

“Hyung, I’m still-” He tries, his voice tiny because everyone is whistling at the revelation of his love-life.

“You’re done. I swear if you don’t leave right now-” He turns around and stops before he starts cursing when he sees your face. “He will be out in a minute. You can wait in the main hall.” His fake smile transforms into an annoyed face when he goes inside the room and he starts chasing the poor Yugyeom.

You walk back and decide to wait. Still as stressed as earlier.

Yugyeom is surprisingly quick you notice, because his sweaty body appears next to you before you can gather your thoughts.

“What are you doing here?” It’s the first time he speaks to you that way. No greetings, no physical contact.

“You haven’t been answering my calls or texts….” You try, conscious enough to preserve the distance between you and him.

Yugyeom nods, aware of that fact yet not explaining anything. It stays that way, both of you ignoring the loud music signalling more rehearsals are probably happening.

After a while, he licks his lips, eyes meeting yours uncertainly. “I don’t understand you.”

“What do you mean?” You subtly shiver, not liking Yugyeom’s tone at all because he sounds so depressed and it visibly hurts you more than you think it would.

“When I say I’m in love with you I al serious. I know you don’t take me seriously, but I wish you wouldn’t play with me. If you don’t want to be with me just say it.” He is calm, scary yet doesn’t even try to act mad.

He looks so damn dejected.

“I don’t get it…” You’re quite lost. You don’t remember saying or doing anything that would make him think you’re playing with him but apparently, you fucked up.

“You don’t have to go as far as lie to me so you can meet with another boy, noona. I’m old enough to understand you don’t feel the same way about me.” Yugyeom adds, eyes now looking at the ground because damn it, it hurts so much to say it so bluntly.

On the other side, you’re completely lost. Meet with another guy…? When did you ever-

Shit. Naya’s colleague. How did he even see you? Naya was there, too…

…But she left for a good thirty minutes for a phone call. Yugyeom probably saw you and thought you were cheating on him.

That explains a lot.

“You were in that bar?” Your mind can only say this much, your brain trying to come up with an explanation before Yugyeom thinks you’re cheating on him for real. “It’s not what you think it is, he is-”

Yugyeom shakes his head. “It’s fine. I understand. I knew it was going too well. I’m not mad at you, noona. I just wish you’d let me know before I get too attached.”

“No, for real, Gyeomie. It’s really not that big of a deal. I was out with Naya and her colleague. He is dating someone younger than him and Naya thought it’d be good if he could share his experience. You probably saw me right when Naya left because her parents called but I wasn’t on a date.” You justify yourself in a hurry, not even mad that he wouldn’t trust you but rather eager to let him know you care about him.

Yugyeom opens his mouth and closes it, disturbed and trying to assimilate your words.

You grab the chance to explain further. “I didn’t tell you because I knew I’d be getting pretty personal and I needed advices. If I told you I was meeting with friends you would have tagged along – and I have nothing against that- but I just- ah, this is messy. I’m sorry, Gyeomie.”

The latter looks up, doing his best not to be bothered by the way you’re calling him. “Advices?” he tries, his voice thicker with confidence as he feels a weight being lifted from his chest.

You nod, slowly. “Because of the way I treat you. I keep on acting like a lunatic bitch and I just, well, I guess I need to chill.”

“Did it work?” Yugyeom speaks fast, surprising you again.

“The advices? Yeah, kinda. There are still things I need to sort but it has to do with me more than you. I hope you believe me because I’d never be able to do this to you. Never.” Yugyeom gives you too much credit. No one will ever be interested in you.

“I believe you, noona.”

You smile at the nickname.

He waits, seems to be thinking, plays with his fingers, before stopping. “Still, I wish you had told me. I wish I was more involved in your life. Not in a way that would make you feel suffocated but…like a real boyfriend.”

You suppress a shiver, the word boyfriend stimulating your heart and penetrating warmth into your stomach.

“I’m sorry I hurt you again. I’ll do my best not to make you feel left out.” You admit, face turning into a pout and hoping he’d sense how honest you’re being.

He shrugs, mumbling about how you didn’t do it on purpose and straightens his back. He is waiting for you to continue.

“If you’re free tonight, we can watch a movie and order something to eat at my place. I mean, if you’re too exhausted that’s fine, too.” You propose, hopeful to the point of turning into a lost puppy unknowingly.

Yugyeom’s heart is about to burst at how soft you are.

“I’m always free for you, noona.”

On the way to your flat, you’re both silent. Yugyeom feels like dying because you’re the one who grabbed his hand when he got out earlier, freshly showered. You don’t seem bothered by it either and even your body is close to his. You’re relaxed, like you’re glad he is back in your life and Yugyeom feels like you finally understood his worries.

“What type of movie do you like the most?” You break the silence naturally, feeling shy yet energised by how good things turned out.

You’ll never admit how ecstatic you feel.

“I like lots of genres. Horror is fun, romance is cute, action is entertaining…how about you?”

“I watch horror movies then curse at how stupid I am because I’m all alone at home.” You laugh softly, remembering how you didn’t sleep the last time you watched that Chainsaw Massacre shit.

Yugyeom laughs loudly, finding you horribly cute for finally admitting your weakness and leaving some room for him to act like a boyfriend would.

“Next time, call me so I can protect you, noona.”

His voice dies with embarrassment and cheeks turn burning hot as he comes up with the cheesiest line ever but it doesn’t matter.  You’re as blushing as he is so it’s definitely worth it.

Once you both arrive, you quickly set up for a comedy. Both of you are too tired to focus on a deep or action scenario and hell no you don’t want to watch something scary.

Also, the mood sure is calling for something simple as you watch Yugyeom, wrapped in your fluffy blanket and waiting for you to bring the flyers so you can pick something to eat.

You let him pick the food while you look for something to watch and it’s peaceful, silent and cosy. You feel warmth as he shares a bit of the blanket with mischievous eyes and shows you the pizza he’d like to eat.  You don’t feel like eating pizza but you agree, smiling sweetly at how shiny his eyes are.

If Yugyeom wants you to eat dead crickets even, so be it.

You discover his quiet side. He is unmoving, almost scared to even brush against your body in a moment of overconfidence. You let him struggle, quietly amused when his face turns red during a heated scene.

The delivery boy saves you both as you hurry to open the door, hushing a protesting Yugyeom who desperately wants to pay again.

“It’s fine, Gyeomie. There,” You put his pizza on your little wooden table and open your own on your lap, “I can pay from time to time.”

You see him shake his head but soon enough his face transforms into pure bliss as he opens the pizza box.

“Thanks for the meal.” Is the last thing you hear before he starts stuffing his face with food, mumbling about how he needed food after so much dancing.

You finish before he does, feeling full and giving up after a few slices. You forget about the movie and set your eyes on his concentrated face as he eats though, orbs never leaving the screen and mouth greasy.

You wait until he is finished, suppressing a chuckle as you see the way his face becomes a mess of tomato sauce and cheese.

Yugyeom doesn’t notice how fondly you stare at his face. He even almost forgets about the situation because how come this comedy is so sad? Also, the puppy in it is so cute.

He ends up eating the whole pizza, his stomach too full and he finally turns around to thank you again.

But you’re looking at him and he suddenly feels so small.

“Are you okay?” He speaks, obviously surprised by your behaviour but mostly confused.

You chose not to answer, your hand going to his mouth to wipe the food off his face with a napkin. “You’re so clumsy when you eat.”

He freezes. Yugyeom doesn’t know what happens but he feels like throwing up. His insides churn deliciously and his heart starts hammering into his chest. He lives for your attention and can’t express how blessed he feels as you quietly wipe his dirty mouth, whispering about starving kids and stained clothes. Yugyeom lets you do your thing, his hand gripping the soft fabric of the blanket. His whole body is on alert, the proximity enough to make him crave for your lips.

Unconsciously he ends up staring at them, not missing how subtly your tongue peeks out to moist the reddish flesh. Your eyes find his when you’re done, the napkin now stained with what used to paint his beautiful face.

“All clean...” You trail off, hand slowly aiming for your lap but body paralysed by his radiant warmth. You go from his mouth to his eyes, deep and expectant.

You don’t want to escape. As much as you’d naturally let some distance under any other circumstances, you barely move. You stare back, even.

This is when you read it. The uncertainty in Yugyeom’s eyes. He looks like he is dying to get more proximity but is retraining his own body. It’s noticeable, how scared he looks. he experienced disappointment way too much already.

“Noona...” He whispers, eyelids fluttering close. He waits, inhales and relaxes. “Will you let me kiss you...?” His question takes you off-guard. You didn’t expect him to ask so bluntly, considering he doesn’t really need to ask but still, your heart speeds up uncontrollably in front of a needy Yugyeom. His hand reaches for your face to cup your cheek in silence, his lips itchy and face turning scarlet.

“Of course, Gyeomie.”

The answer sends him over the moon and back in a matter of seconds, his body moving before he can process what you just said. In his head it’s a whirlpool of feelings mixed with eagerness as his lips find yours.

You don’t try to move. You don’t even need to, for Yugyeom is making all the work fast, his nerves sending jolts of electricity inside his muscles. You end up pushed against his chest, legs parting until you’re straddling his broad body on your own couch.

He doesn’t let you part from him, his hands pushing you more and more against him as silence surrounds you. Only short sighs seem to ring into your ears, signalling you how much he enjoys the moment.

You answer every kiss, your own hands sliding skilfully into his hair to mess the brown locks playfully. Yugyeom feels your nails against his scalp and cannot help but shudder, his whole existence vanishing into a thousand stars and painting the sky - or at least this is how he feels right now.

He doesn’t know how to deal with the intimacy, doesn’t even believe it’s happening. You’re kissing him back. You’re sitting on is lap. You’re whining whenever he sucks on your lip.

Yugyeom freezes when he comes back on earth, chest against chest and slightly parts before he becomes too clingy.

“I..I..” He starts, glancing around the dim room and finding nothing to hide his eyes from yours. You tilt your head, lips red and swollen your eyes sparkling and not the least bothered by the situation.

You aren’t going to back off and it’s freaking him out.

“Are you okay...?” You whisper, air hurrying out of you as an attempt to hide the growing fear inside your chest.

What if Yugyeom regrets going this far? Of course he would, you can’t possibly think he’d have any type of desire toward such a freaking bitch who hurts him on a regular basis, it’s ridicu-

“I don’t know if...I really want you, noona. I want you and I don’t know if you want me. I want you to want me, too.” He chooses this moment to glance at you with timid eyes, face hot and biting his lips and you get it. You freaking understand.

You love Kim Yugyeom so damn much.

So naturally you don’t keep your mouth shut. This whole thing is too important for the both of you to ruin everything with clumsiness and there’s nothing you could say that would make the situation better than it actually is. You pick to keep quiet, leaning to offer more kisses, embarrassed yet feeling finally lucky for not making anyone run away from you.

And it’s quite the opposite if you ask Yugyeom. His arms hurriedly collect you again as you offer your mouth, body now relaxed and without any intention of rejecting him. He sticks to you even more, not the least annoyed by his growing desire and unfazed by how it shows dangerously against you.

You feel it and you take it surprisingly well. It doesn’t matter how long it has been, it doesn’t matter how rusty you feel, it’s doesn’t freaking matter if you don’t know what to do with yourself.

So you let go, you turn off your brain and focus on your fingertips, brushing the soft and tender skin of Yugyeom’s neck and earning a needy grunt.

It’s the best sound ever.

And indeed, Yugyeom does the same, focusing on instinct as he is now done testing waters. He touches back, body against the couch and legs lazily parted. He even hears you chuckle when his phone starts vibrating in his pocket and he almost tears it off his jeans to throw it in the living room.

You become brave even when Yugyeom start kissing your neck. He almost yelps when he feels your hands on his stomach and retaliates quickly, teeth softly nipping the skin and making you shudder.

You whisper sweetly and this is how he knows he will never have enough of you calling his name.

“I love you so freaking much, noona...”

It’s the last thing you hear before getting lost into his surprisingly skilled being.

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Summer Love Part 4

Summary

Summer Love: Julie’s older cousin comes for a summer visit from the east coast, unaware of just what she’s going to get herself into, while helping out. But she’s got a secret of her own, one she’s hid from most of the family, and it includes her 6th sense. Will she be able to help save the ghost band from their curse or will it all blow up in their faces? Especially when a summer love blossoms between one of the ghost boys and herself.

Pairings: Ghost!Luke x Fem!Reader

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A few days had passed since the accident in the studio, [y/n] staying away from the boys most of the time, being buried in her books. Being stuck in group calls with her other four friends, who were putting in their input as they finalized the plan. Julie, had stayed away from her cousin, being busy with rehearsals most of the day, the only time they’d hang out with the boys is later at night. They had been a nice distraction she desperately needed at the moment, along with growing closer to Luke. Growing completely frustrated on trying to figure out where and how to find the final piece, the books having very little information in them. Growling softly to herself, she flung her arms, the books flying through the air as they landed with a thud around her.

“Everything alright, [y/n]?” Closing her eyes, she hung her head in between her arms from their perch on the kitchen table. Glancing up, she took in her cousins worried look, not even bothering with worrying about the boys concern.

“I’m fine, Jules.” Both girls knew she was lying through her teeth, but the one never questioned it, knowing how stressed the other had become in the past few days. “Just..”

“Overworked?”

“Burnt out?” Rolling her eyes as they all called something out to her, before feeling someones hands on her shoulder, rubbing them softly as she hung her head again, muscles relaxing lightly.

“Gee.. feel the love guys.” Murmuring softly, flickering her wrist once more as the books and papers went back to normal. Coming to rest beside her, all of them murmuring at once that they’d never get used to that. Shaking her head softly, she sat in the chair next to her, letting Luke’s hands continue to relax her muscles.

“How’s the rehearsal for your gig tomorrow going?” [y/n] softly asked, trying to change the subject onto something else to redirect her mind. The boys grinned, Reggie going off on how it was going so well, but she could detect something was bothering them, and had a feeling it had to do with Caleb. Julie caught her cousins look, giving her a reassuring smile, before asking the boys to give them a little bit of privacy. In return they, Reggie and Luke, whined, as Luke held on closer to [y/n]. Rolling her blue eyes, she reassured him it was fine and that she’d come find them all later to hang out like normal. He smiled softly in return, kissing the side of her head, murmuring he’d be looking forward to it, before disappearing with the rest of the guys.

“Alright, what’s going on with the boys?” Julie took a seat next to her, letting her eyes aim at the counter, already feeling like her heart was gonna break just with how her cousin was acting. Jules fidgeted for a few moments, trying to figure out the best way to tell her, before just ripping the band aid off.

“They figured out what their unfinished business was,” Letting out a sigh, Julie turned to her cousin, “Its playing at the Orpheum.” [y/n] could only take in the information being told to her, heart breaking in two, trying not to show it. She knew, she shouldn’t have fallen for the guitarist. Knowing it’d lead to just heartbreak. They were two different people, one living and the other a ghost. A situation without a happy ending.

“I see.. and that’s where you guys are playing tomorrow right?” Murmuring, glancing over at Julie, knowing she was breaking on the inside too. The boys becoming like older brothers to her.

“Yeah..” Silence fell over the two of them, each dwelling in their own thoughts. [y/n] feeling like she failed to save the boys, failing Luke, hitting hard. Her hands trembling slightly, before feeling Jules place her hands on top of hers.

“You didn’t fail them, cous. We both knew the day would come, they’d cross over and leave us for good.” Jules own eyes tearing up, blinking away the tears.

“I did fail them Jules. The power I’m looking for is called, Light of Life.” Taking a shaky breath to calm herself down before continuing. “The Light of Life, gives the ghosts an option.. They’re faced with the decision to either return to the living or they can cross over. That was all I got out of grandfathers book.” Letting her forehead rest on the table, she closed her eyes, biting her lip in attempt to muffle her sudden cries. Julie gasped, covering her mouth, her own tears falling as she latched onto [y/n].

“You want them to stay.. you’re totally in love with Luke aren’t you..” She whispered, finally figuring it all out. On why she felt she failed the boys, “I’m so happy for you, you deserve the happiness.”

“Jules.. I’m not going to be able to be happy, they’re crossing over tomorrow. There won’t ever be a Luke and I after that. He’ll be gone and I’ll be stuck in the living helping ghosts cross over, until my unfortunate death.” Pointing out, knowing how quickly she forgot the little issue. Both of them staying quiet for the time after, unaware that they had three little ghosts listening in on their conversation. Neither of the three knew what to say, or even do to console the two girls. Their hearts twisting at the painful thoughts of hurting the two people that had come very dear to them. With a snap of their fingers, they were back in the studio.

“Come on, lets get some sleep. You got a big day tomorrow.” Smiling softly down at the girl, both agreed that the sleep could possibly help ease their emotions. Grabbing the bag, [y/n] followed her up the stairs, bidding each other a good night as they each went into their respected rooms.

“Jules.. if you ever need comfort tonight, door will be unlocked.” Her cousin told her, as the curly haired girl quietly thanked her. Shutting the doors behind them, [y/n] placed her bag by the bed, falling back against it, lost in her thoughts. She shouldn’t be selfish, she shouldn’t have gotten attached to Luke. She shouldn’t have let herself fall for a ghost. Letting out a sigh, she stayed quiet, hearing Flynn and Julie talking in the room over. Smiling softly at their friendship, she missed the friendship she had with Callie. Deciding to get some air, she grabbed her keys, telling the two girls she’d be back later, before making her way downstairs and out the door. Slamming the jeep door shut, she turned the jeep on and before backing out, not noticing the peeking heads from inside the studio watch her leave.

“She’s gonna be fine you guys, she has her own method of madness of coping.” Julie reassured, coming into the studio, and seeing their defeated forms, especially Luke’s.

“She seemed really upset thought, Jules.” Julie shook her head, letting out a sigh.

“Look, boys. She’s going through an emotional roller coaster. She’s figuring out her feelings for Luke, dealing with stress with this whole ordeal, and she’s a mess with missing her best friend who passed away and is apparently under Caleb’s control.” She tried explaining to the boys, to hopefully help them see just how much pressure was on her cousin.

“Why hasn’t she said anything to us about it?” Alex frowned, the other two silently agreeing, although they all knew the reason.

“Because it’d be pointless with you boys crossing over tomorrow. That, and she’s always been secretive with her life that past few years. She doesn’t know how to really open up to people.” She explained some more, before hearing the jeep pull back in. Luke poofed out suddenly, leaving the other three confused.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t make things worse.”

[y/n] rose a brow when she heard a poof, and Luke sitting in the passenger seat. Nothing was said between the two as she turned the jeep off, leaving the keys in as she gathered everything else up.

“If you’re here to talk about feelings and things, I suck at it, so you won’t get far.” Was all she said, before he reached over and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers and giving it a squeeze.

“I’m not good with my feelings or opening up either..” letting out a sigh, he looked over at her, a little hesitant with the next part, “We heard you girls talking about us leaving.. if we had the choice, we wouldn’t. We love it here, we can play music, we make people happy.” Excitement was in his voice, as [y/n] smiled softly, knowing he was speaking the truth. “An, I have you here. You’ve made it even better, when we you popped in those few weeks ago, changing everyones lives around.” They talked for a while more, just holding hands and squeezing them. Talking about everything and anything they could, just to help ease the distraction of tomorrows events.

“Your mother would be so proud of you, Jules. You look gorgeous.” Both, Flynn and [y/n] told her, smiling so proudly at the girl. Watching her finish up the makeup as they snacked on the complementary food. [y/n] not paying attention as they started to talk about the boys and tonight. Only snapping out of it when she heard Julie run out, Flynn trying to catch up with her but never catching up.

“She’ll be fine, probably her nerves.” Flynn waved her hand, but [y/n] knew it was more of than that. She didn’t say anything as they walked to the side of the stage. The girls taken back after a few when she stormed back in, her mothers favorite flower in her hand, saying it was a sign. [y/n] smiled brightly, knowing that was exactly what Jules needed as she went on stage. Everyone was watching as she started to play and sing. The little gnawing feeling going away when they saw Alex pop in, followed by Reggie. Confused glances went around the small group when Luke started glitching in, before finally showing himself. Luke sent a small wink [y/n]’s way, causing the girl to chuckle and blush softly as, Flynn and herself danced along with everyone else.

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Little note, Chapter 5 is going to be the last chapter, and its going to be very long.

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Scintilla ch. 11 | Bang Chan

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Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: You finally see your brother and best friend again with revelations being brought into light. Minho inevitably opens up to the two Newbloods he’s stuck with. Meanwhile, Woojin and the rest must come up with a plan to save you all.

Genre: Royal fantasy [Red Queen AU]

Word count: Approx. 8.7k

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood

A/N: Hi! I am so utterly sorry this took forever to update. I’m very busy in school, and this year’s schedule isn’t very kind to me. Most of my assignments are papers and researches, I don’t have long breaks anymore, and am in campus almost the whole day, so updates may take longer from now on. But, here’s Ch. 11 to finally appease all of us! I have...mixed feelings on this chapter? I am happy, but at the same time, I’m not too proud. Idk I just feel like it’s not what y’all expected. I’m not good at coming up with mind-blowing twists and such lol. Anyway, I still hope you enjoy! Drop an ask if you have questions or thoughts ily all!

Everything felt sore like a thousand boulders were piled up on top of you. Your throat was parched. Your head felt like splitting into a gruesome two. Did Ho still have a grip on you? Why was such an overwhelming feeling of suffocation still clouding your senses?

Opening your eyes felt like peeling skin apart, but once your sight had adjusted to the light, all sense of panic and adrenaline rushes into your system like a tidal wave. You sit upright, mouth flying over to cover your mouth. “Hyunjin! Changbin!”

The prince and your friend look at each other with dejected eyes before letting out desolate sighs. Changbin welcomes you into his arms as you practically throw yourself to him, “This isn’t how I pictured our reunion, sis.”

“What happened?” you whisper against his chest.

“The Council happened.” Hyunjin spits, his usually cheery irises replaced by anger.

Your mouth hung open as the words left the Silk’s mouth, “Felix told us about the news before we got attacked. Is Minho…”

Changbin leans against the cold stone wall, “Of course Minho’s here. Turned in by his own father.”

“Where is he?”

“In another cell. I assume the Council hates him the most right now.” your brother closes his eyes, “Are you here alone? Did they catch all of you?”

“No.” you start, “Chan might be here. I’m assuming Jisung’s here as well, but the rest were away when Ho attacked.”

“Damn it.” Changbin curses under his breath, fist pounding against the ground. “Seungmin is safe, I hope.”

Hyunjin winces at the redness on the prince’s knuckles before turning to you, “Is he?”

“He should be. He was away as well.” you feel your heart racing at the thought of Seungmin being in danger.

The younger male sighs, “What are we going to do y/n? We can’t bust out of here on our own.”

“Dolorem’s cells are made with Silent Stone.” you bite your lip, “Explains why we feel silenced.”

Hyunjin runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. He lets out a groan of frustration, angry tears starting to prick his eyes. He looks up at the ceiling, biting his lip so hard you fear it would start to bleed. “I’m sorry, y/n.” he breathes out, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t be brave like you asked me to. I couldn’t do what I needed to do, and look at where we are.”

You stop him from punishing himself even further. You carefully wrap your arms around his shoulders, rubbing his back gently. “Jinnie, none of this is your fault, ok? I’m sure you did your best, and I’m sure you were the bravest.”

Changbin, despite the situation of it all, lightly smirks, “Yeah? Hyunjin was amazing. He snuck into each Councilor’s room.”

“See? Bravery, Hyunjin. That was really risky, yet you did it.”

“You guys aren’t saying that just to stop me from crying?”

“Shut up.” you and Changbin lightly shove the Silk who was now grinning.

“On a serious note, I’m more concerned about you, sis.” Changbin turns his worried eyes to your bruised figure, “I…I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel.”

You scurry over to the wall to sit next to your brother. With a heavy, emotion-filled sigh, you speak, “Physically, this is nothing. A bruise and a few cuts will heal. It’s just…this is my fault. I had a nightmare a few nights ago about bad things happening to all of you, and I’m afraid such things will happen soon, especially now that we’re all locked up. In Dolorem of all places.”

You eye the males’ injuries; one stab wound in the respective places Lady Jung had aimed for, scratches on Hyunjin’s face, a huge bruise on Changbin’s cheek, and you’re certain a million more bruises are peppering the skin under their clothes. “You and Hyunjin look horrible, no offense, and I can’t even begin to imagine what they’ve done to Minho.” you clench your shaky fists as you speak the next words, “Chan was stabbed three times because he tried to protect me. I fear they’re doing much more terrible things to him.”

With remorse and guilt glazing your features, you hang your head low and mumble, “This isn’t any of your fault. It’s clearly mine because I didn’t pay enough attention to what was happening. Your queen failed you all.”

“Nonsense.” your brother scoffs, “You’re entitled to doing your own thing, y/n. You own your life. It shouldn’t be a problem if you wanted to see a new world with the Newbloods. It shouldn’t have been a problem for you to want to help them. The only problem are the heartless, power-hungry bastards scheming against us.”

You shrug, chewing on your bottom lip. Changbin knows all too well that this was a sign of you feeling uneasy and guilty, so he gives your leg a reassuring pat. “Besides, I’d like to think that one, we’re getting out of this hellhole one way or another.” Hyunjin clicks his tongue, “And two…even if we did get caught, we discovered some pretty golden nuggets of information.”

“What did you guys discover?” you shift to face the two.

Changbin nods at Hyunjin, “Hyunjin saw Lady Jung’s files, and it certainly is true that the Council is plotting our murder. They can’t deny it, ‘cause the plans were written by the lady herself, along with the other members. Along with her plans and files were maps, secret routes, anonymous connections, and all other resources to be used to carry out their schemes.”

You tilt your head, rattling your brain to recall the information Chan had relayed to you when you were back in their base while they investigated, “Jeongin was able to go inside Ho’s office once. Just once, but he was able to retrieve a few papers. It was true that Chan and Felix were supposedly ordered to kill us, Bin, but that wasn’t even the original plan SKZ had.”

“Let me guess. They weren’t even supposed to kill anyone.” Hyunjin mutters.

“Close.” you point at him, “You know how Felix once mentioned that SKZ does not engage in full-on rebellions? Like yeah, maybe they have killed people, but they don’t wage war, per se, on Miroh?”

“Yeah.” both Hyunjin and Changbin nod.

You continue to explain, “Well, that was originally SKZ’s plan. Break into the castle one day, perhaps get a few hostages and kill a few if necessary to prove a point, and then negotiate with the royal family and Council.”

“But then Ho wanted something different?” Changbin guesses, a serious tone to his low voice.

“Precisely. Ho and a few other SKZ authorities were getting impatient and were no longer satisfied with the mediocre benefits Miroh was giving District 9. That’s why they planned to storm the castle and slaughter all the High Houses, leaving them the right to rule Miroh with Silvers fearing them.”

“Or so we thought.” Hyunjin scoffs, “Ho and his posse are working with the Council.”

“Unfortunately, the papers Jeongin brought back didn’t say anything on why Ho decided to work with the Council.” you lean your head back on the wall with a reasonably loud thud, “Only that Chan and Felix were to kill us so that ‘SKZ’s plans could be moved into action’.”

“The Council had duplicates of the keys you have sole ownership to, sis.” Changbin mumbles, “Lord Lee probably made them.”

“Easier to kill me that way, since I keep everything locked at night.” you say, “Once I’m dead, they can use the other keys to access the throne room and the crown vault. Easy peasy.”

“There was a fourth key, but we didn’t know what it was for.” Hyunjin adds.

“Are you that eager to find out, dear children?”

The three of you snap your heads to the venomous voice echoing through the walls of this desolate dungeon. The voice sent shivers through your every fiber, coiling around you like a snake waiting for its prey. “Might as well tell us now, Lord Yoo.” Changbin spits, eyes dangerously glaring at the elder now standing in front of your prison cell.

Despite the presence of Silent Stone all around you, your brother’s eyes seem to be lit with an undying flame, “You did lie about Father’s death, but we figured it out, so you might as well spill everything.”

“What?” you gasp, eyes wide with shock, “What do you mean?”

Hyunjin nods his head almost apologetically, placing a gentle hand on your knee, “The autopsy files the Council gave you and Changbin back then were fake. He discovered the real ones while rummaging through some old collections in the archive room.”

“How dare you?” you hiss at the Councilor who was smirking smugly at you, “That is a crime. It’s against the law. How could you do such a thing?”

“More importantly,” Changbin starts, “why would they? Simple, really.”

Hyunjin bites his lip as he anticipates the next words. You look back and forth towards your brother and Lord Yoo, heart racing with each passing second. Changbin finally speaks, “They murdered Father, y/n. His blood is on their hands. The whole ‘King Seo died of a natural death’ rumors were lies. The whole ‘Newbloods murdered him’ was also a lie.”

“Not entirely.” Lord Yoo snickers.

Hot tears have started to sting your eyes like acid. All sense of keeping it together were waning thin as if you were grabbing at the loose ends of thread, each grasp slipping away poorly. But no, not this time. You maintain your death stare towards the elder, and the quivering of your lip and the shakiness of your entire body only emphasizes your seething anger. Despite feeling like a hand had roughly grabbed your heart and squeezed it to death like a toy, you manage to utter a few words, “Tell me everything, heathen. Don’t spare a word.”

Lord Yoo seems unfazed, glancing to the side in a very uninterested manner, “When the king prior to your father passed, he had no heirs, remember? The choices for the next king were Seo, Lord Lee, Lord Kim, and me. Your father had virtually no chance of being chosen as king. As a Councilor, he had been bargaining for fairer treatment towards the Reds and Newbloods. He wanted to eradicate the hierarchy and promised that if he became king. Obviously, Silvers didn’t want that. However, there was no doubt that Seo had also done the most improvements to Miroh during his role as Councilor working hand-in-hand with the king then, and Silvers were not blind to not notice that. In the end, with the votes of Silvers, Reds, and Newbloods counted, Seo won by the skin of his teeth against Lord Kim. You could only imagine how angry we were back then, but we had no choice.”

“As he continued to ‘unite’ the people and mingle with Reds and Newbloods, we took the opportunity to conspire against him. That was also when we met a Newblood who wanted to ‘offer his expertise’ in aiding us with the disposal of Seo.”

“Ho.” you mutter.

“Yes, yes.” Lord Yoo continues, “This Newblood seemed very suspicious to us, but all he wanted in return was to ‘sit on the right hand of whoever ruled’ because he wanted to be above the Reds and Newbloods as well. Poor fellow just wanted to be like a Silver, I guess. But…when he told us about his plans, we knew he’d be useful, so we agreed to his bargain. What’s one measly Newblood in a sea of Silvers?”

“So that son of bitch was working with you lot even back then.” Changbin gets up, fists clenched with anger. If he had his flames, his entire body would be wrapped in an inferno.

Hyunjin speaks with a low voice, “The notes for a poison I found in a Councilor’s drawer…Ho gave it to you, am I right? One of the key ingredients to that poison is only available in a plant in Yellow Wood, so obviously Ho had access to it.”

“You poisoned my father?” you’re suddenly face-to-face with the Councilor, delicate fingers tightly wrapped around the steel bars separating you from him.

“The sixth year celebration for Lord Kim…there was a banquet for that.” Changbin mumbles, “A few days after that banquet, Father died.”

“You poisoned him then, brushing it off as a natural death.” you hiss, “The original autopsy must have stated Father was poisoned, but you hid that from us and claimed he died of something else.”

“What about the key?”

Lord Yoo shrugs nonchalantly, “Your father had a safe or little vault, and in that vault were his will and a letter to you two.”

“The fourth key was for that.” you mutter, “The Council said Father had no will written.”

“While you were all busy getting emotional and breaking down during Seo’s funeral, Lord Kim and I went through his room and discovered that vault. We hid it from everyone. How did we know what the key looked like? Your father had two flame-maker accessories – the bracelet he always wore and the key. This was always hidden underneath his clothing, so when he died, we immediately took it. Using that, we opened it and discovered the will, which stated that you or Changbin were to be crowned ruler immediately after his death, no matter what.”

“But you didn’t want that because it’d ruin your plans to rule once again, so you destroyed any evidence.” you scoff, eyes piercing the elder’s emotionless ones. “And the letter?”

“Seo was always a smart one.” Lord Yoo sighs as if he were disgusted, “Somehow, he had a hunch that the Council was plotting against him. The letter essentially was to inform the two of you about what he discovered and what he wanted the two of you to do about it.”

“Unfortunately, even if you got rid of that, we still uncovered your dirty, dark secret.” Changbin almost smirks, taunting and mocking the elder.

“Yet you couldn’t do anything about it.” Lord Yoo snickers with a revolting grin, “You’re stuck in here, my prince. Your queen is powerless now.”

“That is why we told you, young queen, to not get distracted like your father.” Lord Yoo mockingly laughs, “You got distracted with your lover and look where that got all of you. My word, even Lee Minho couldn’t do anything right.”

“If you were going to kill me, why bother betrothing me with Minho?”

“Once you and Changbin were gone, Minho would obviously be king through his ‘commitment’ with you.” Lord Yoo says as if it were the most obvious thing, “Lord Lee would ‘control’ Minho from then on, making the young man do whatever the Council decreed. But alas, that little imbecile chose you over his duties. Lord Lee and everyone else expected him to abide by us, but Minho started getting suspicious and acted upon that feeling.”

“Well, considering he’s supposed to protect me, I’d say he did his job pretty well.” you spit back, a hint of challenge lacing your words, “At least Minho chose what was right.”

Your fingers coil around the bars as if you were strangling Lord Yoo’s neck in your grip, “You’re not going to sit a second on my throne, Yoo. None of you murderous bastards will. Not even a millisecond, I assure you of that. And once we’re out of here, I will personally make sure to catch you all and make your lives a living hell.”

You literally spit on his face, a rather proud smirk pasting itself on your lips. Lord Yoo grabs your throat from between the bars, applying enough pressure to hurt you. Changbin and Hyunjin are quick to rush over, but upon seeing your unwavering eyes, they seem to calm down.

Lord Yoo, on the other hand, hisses through his teeth like the snake he is, “You’re stuck here, Your Highness. Your brother and best friend are powerless. Where is Kim Seungmin? Probably afraid for his life. Your lover is on the verge of death. Lee Minho and the other Newbloods are next. Things look bright for us, but I can’t say the same for you.”

Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to stomp on your very soul, trying to dampen your spirits and snuff out the remaining fire in you. But with whatever ember you had left sitting in your being, you set your blazing eyes on the Councilor standing inches away from you. The minute the chains break and the gates open, your blazing inferno would burn and ravish their very existence, cleaning the world of their impurities like a purge. You peel Lord Yoo’s hand away from your throat, eyebrows knit together in determination as you declare, “Right now, the sun has set for us as it has risen for you, but it’s a cycle, Lord Yoo. Once it rises for us, it’s going to set for you. When that happens, I don’t think things will look bright for you.”

“We shall see, Your Highness,” Lord Yoo glares, “if you all manage to survive for when that time comes.”

With those words, he saunters away, disappearing into the shadows. You slump back beside your brother. “We need to get out of here.”

“I know. We’ll find a way.” Changbin whispers.

Hyunjin lays his head on your lap, closing his eyes with a sigh, “Or a way will find us.”

You lean on Changbin’s shoulder as your fingers rake through Hyunjin’s hair in a gentle motion. A hint of worry mingles with your blood, but the fire in you overwhelms it and gives you a temporary sense of confidence. You look around the cold, dark room, eyes focused on the ray of light filtering in through the window above, “This isn’t over.”

“Such a waste.” One punch to the jaw. “A handsome face like yours ruined because of your stupidity.” One punch to the lip.

Minho grins, enduring each painful impact on his already-bruised face, “The only stupid ones are the Council, Lord Kim. What? Your little scheme was uncovered by Newblood rebels and us Silver kids. Talk about failed.”

Lord Kim grips the younger male’s collar, slapping Minho hard across the face with the back of his hand, “Failed? Your attempt to stop us failed, young Lee. The princess was captured, and you’re all here.”

“So what?” Minho spits his silvery blood onto the floor, the substance glimmering in the dark room, “We’ll drag all of you to hell with us if we have to. None of you are winning this.”

The elder roughly throws Minho to the ground, relentlessly and mercilessly kicking the male currently curled up on the cold ground. Each sickening impact on the younger male’s body echoes through the cell walls, haunting anyone who hears. “You should have stuck with your father, boy.”

“I’d rather die than stick with murderers.” Minho snarls, eyes sharper than any dagger, sending chills down Lord Kim’s spine, “And I’d gladly become a murderer if it meant putting an end to your lives.”

Lord Kim merely laughs, the mocking sound grating the young Magnetron’s ears. The next thing Minho sees is Lord Kim pulling out a short sword, the cold steel burning his cheek on contact.

In another cell room, a weak Chan is being held by the collar by none other than Ho. The captain smiles – a gentle smile, ironically – as he whispers to the Sounder, “Really, Bang. We could have avoided all this if you only did as I told you.”

“And like I said.” Chan smirks, blood trickling down his chin, “Screw you. I wouldn’t do it even if my life depended on it.”

“I thought you’d be smarter. Sacrificing everything for a worthless princess?”

Chan’s hand grips Ho’s wrist tightly, a warning of sorts, “I’d sacrifice everything for her because she’s worth more than any of you combined.”

“Please. You’re just foolishly in love, Bang.”

“No, I’m not. She’s the hope for this kingdom, Ho, and I’m not going to let you all take that away.” the young rebel declares, his growling voice akin to a commanding wolf.

“And how would you be so sure?”

“I can feel it. I believe her ‘cause I just know it.”

“How is that even definitive?” Ho snickers, bringing his knee up to Chan’s stomach.

Chan hisses in pain, but despite the hurt, he manages to send a powerful glare at the captain, “Sometimes that’s all you need when idiots like you have sucked the light out of everyone’s lives.”

“How beautiful. Poetic.” Ho chuckles, sending a hard slap across his cheek, “You disgust me, Bang Chan.”

“Good.”

With a menacing crack of his knuckles, Ho backs Chan against the ragged walls, attacking the younger male with a string of punches and kicks. Anyone would have broken at that point, letting go of the string that kept them alive and succumbing to the darkness enveloping their lonely selves. But not Bang Chan. Each massive blow on his broken body only sparked more flames in his very soul, waiting for the right time to break out and devour everything in its path.

Meanwhile, Jisung paces around the prison cell, fists randomly hitting parts of the wall from time to time. Despite the redness blooming across his knuckles, the Electricon doesn’t relent. His movements stop when the steel gate creaks open, revealing Lord Kim. The elder pushes a beaten-up Minho into the cell before shutting the gate angrily. He sends a mocking smirk towards the two prisoners, sauntering away seconds later as if he had done something of importance.

Minho nearly collapses the minute he takes a step forward, but Jisung is quick enough to catch him. As he supports the Magnetron, he asks, “What the hell did you do for them to ruin you like this?”

“I did something you’d do.” Minho mumbles, trying to stand straighter.

“Gee, thanks.” Jisung sighs, helping him walk to the corner of the room.

Once he gets Minho seated on the floor, his eyes fall shut as he releases a deep breath. The Magnetron’s body still feels sore from the injuries he had received from fighting his father and Lord Kim’s beating, and quite frankly, his mind – and emotions – were in a bit of a boggling jumble as of now. Jisung bites his lip – perhaps in frustration or despair – at the sight of Miroh’s “mightiest” so broken and defeated. Never would the Electricon have imagined that the proud Silver who refused to back down would end up like this. Jisung kicks the wall like a tantrum-throwing child, causing Minho to slowly open his eyes. Once Jisung has calmed down and sits across him, Minho nearly smirks – key word being nearly. “At least you don’t look as messed up as I do.”

Jisung leans his head back on the wall, “You suck.”

“You still have horrible bantering skills.”

“I – ”

Before Jisung can continue his sentence, a familiar figure opens the cell’s gate and walks in. He drags a barely-conscious Chan inside like a slaughtered animal, causing Jisung to send him a million death glares. Minho refuses to look at the figure, thinking he’d throw up on the spot out of disgust for the traitorous captain.

Ho tosses Chan’s limp body towards Jisung who protectively pulls him closer. Blood paints almost every inch of Chan’s body as purple and blue marks start to bloom on his skin as a result from numerous beatings. His sweat mixes with his blood in a gruesome painting, trailing down his angelic face like cracks on a broken vase; Jisung fears his leader is going to slip away from him any second.

The captain smirks, “You three are much sturdier than I expected. When are you going to break?”

“As you can see, never in a million years, dimwit.” Minho mumbles, disinterest lacing his words as if dismissing the captain who was boring him.

Ho heartily chuckles before grabbing the Magnetron by the collar, “Did your father not tell you that you had the chance to be exempted from all this?”

“Yeah,” Minho growls, “but I’d rather die.”

“I’d love to kill the one and only Lee Minho,” Ho brings his knife to the younger male’s neck, slicing a shallow cut just enough to watch a sliver of Silver blood trickle down his skin, “but that’s not for me to decide.”

He punches Minho’s jaw, causing him to stumble back and slump against the wall. He supports himself by leaning against it, steely eyes sending daggers towards the captain. “Where is y/n?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of looking out for her?”

“Where is she?” Minho yells, and Jisung could swear a deadly anger was radiating off of him, threatening to consume Ho whole.

Ho snickers, twirling the knife in his hand, “Somewhere here, I don’t know. Ask Bang. Was he not supposed to be her guardian angel or something?”

Chan is now sitting up, being supported by Jisung. Despite the gravity of his injuries, he manages to face Ho with confidence and strength. He doesn’t say anything, but Ho knows what his rebellious eyes are trying to convey – you’re going to pay.

Another mocking laugh escapes Ho’s lips before he exits the cell, “I have much more important matters to attend to. I don’t know how long you’ll last, but it was nice watching you all struggle to win this fight.”

Once the captain had disappeared, Jisung mutters, “I’m going to shove a sword up his ass one day.”

Minho cringes at his choice of words before rolling his eyes, “We’re stuck here, imbecile. The only way we get out of here is by being rescued.”

“I have full confidence that will happen.”

“I don’t. Might as well get chummy with two idiots.”

“You really suck.”

“So do you.”

As the two continue to banter as usual, Chan leans his back against the wall, empty eyes staring at the blood-stained wall across from him. While Jisung mutters to himself incoherent words about Minho being an ass, the Magnetron casts his gaze on the Sounder. A few minutes of silence surrounds the trio, smothering them with a heaviness that could weigh down their very souls if not broken. Minho shifts in his spot, leaning his head back as he whispers, “You promised you’d keep her safe, Bang.”

Chan speaks for the first time upon arriving in Dolorem, “Yeah? You kind of did as well.”

Minho looks down as disappointment and shame washes over his entire existence, “Yet here we are.”

“She’s alive, Lee.” Chan says, “They aren’t going to kill her yet. I doubt they will.”

“What does your captain hope to gain from this?” Minho suddenly asks, eyes still glued to the ground.

Chan shrugs, “Power? I can only assume he has a deal with the Council and will gain power from what he’s doing for them, including killing all of us.”

“You were supposed to do that.”

“I know.”

Jisung joins the conversation, “You do know that Chan and Felix disobeyed Ho’s orders, right?”

“I know that.” Minho mumbles, the words struggling to come out. His throat feels tights, but despite the immense pride he held, Minho let that all down as he finally shifts his attention to Chan, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Chan tilts his head rather innocently.

“Keeping her safe.” Minho dejectedly chuckles a pitiful sound, “Safer than I ever could.”

A small smile graces Chan’s split lip as he replies, “I’m not the only one who wants y/n safe, Minho. Jisung does, her brother does, you do. We all do and somehow, we’ve all done our part to make sure she stayed safe. At this point, y/n needs to do things herself now. We’ve done what we can, and it’s all up to her now. All we can do is help and stand by her.”

“You’re right, I know,” Minho starts, “but I guess…I never saw that.”

“Y/n told us that you guys were childhood friends…and well, supposedly engaged.” Jisung proceeds with caution, making sure he doesn’t hit a sensitive note with his query.

“We are, and we were.” Minho says lowly, almost ashamed of his own words, “I called it off.”

“Did you…not love her?” the Electricon prods.

A small smile has now appeared on Minho’s lips as if he were reminiscing on the better parts of his life, “It’s not that I didn’t love her. I called it off because I was mad at her at that time; I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.”

Minho stares at the steel bars caging them from the outside world, longing to bend them to his will if not for the Silent Stone. “I loved her more than anything, but I ruined everything for her. For us.”

“I don’t think it’s fair for you to say that, Minho.” Chan shrugs, biting his already bruised lip as he chooses his words with delicacy, “I’m sure y/n loved you too. I’m sure she still does.”

“She loves you, Chan.” Minho says, but contrary to what everyone was expecting, there was no bitterness in his words. Surely, a drop of sadness and regret laced his words, but not a single hint of bitterness towards the Newblood was evident. “Besides, you don’t know how much pain I’ve caused her over the years.”

Jisung shifts a little, scooting over so he could sit beside Minho, “If I may be so bold to ask…how did you become Lee Minho? Like, the Lee Minho every Silver idolized and the Lee Minho every Red and Newblood feared?”

Minho shrugs like all life has been drained from him; like he no longer had any fight in him. His eyes are glued to the window, light reflecting in his dark irises as he answers the younger male, “House Lee is second in power to the royal family. For obvious reasons, every member in that household is to be ‘perfect’ in the eyes of the Silvers. I grew up in an environment where everything I did had to meet the expectations of my father. My mother didn’t believe that and wanted me to enjoy my life as my own.”

“Y/n mentioned that…”

“She’s dead?” Minho nearly chokes on his own words, tongue twisting and tripping in a heartbreaking struggle, “Yes, she is. A long time ago. I didn’t understand why my father was so angry with her back then. As a child, I thought it was because she spent a lot of time with King Seo as they shared the same sentiments over the hierarchy. ‘It’s just jealousy’ I thought. Until I witnessed my mother getting dragged into the dungeons and executed the next day for all the High Houses to see.”

“That just made things worse for you, didn’t it?” Chan asks.

“Father became stricter. I was basically a puppet who did his every bidding. From what I did, to what I would do in the future, to the people I became friends with – he controlled everything I did and used fear to discipline me.” Minho scoffs, a bitter smile curling at his lips, “Ironically, that’s how I treated y/n and the rest.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/n and the other boys were different. They didn’t exactly have more freedom than I did, but they had a…different outlook on their lives as opposed to me. Y/n, as you probably know, helped me cope with my mother’s death when no one else did and became my closest friend.” Minho’s eyes held a tint of melancholy as he continues, “But as we grew older, the expectations became greater. The pressure was so great that all of them, with the exception of Seungmin, started to sneak out. Y/n always encouraged me to ‘let loose’ from time to time, but I rejected her out of fear from my father and opted to stick to the Silver way.”

“Seungmin told us that when you’re raised to believe one thing, you tend to forget everything else.” Chan points out, “It’s the same for you, isn’t it?”

Minho nods. He cannot explain why he’s suddenly so talkative or why he’s suddenly opening up to the Newbloods he despised not too long ago. Perhaps it was the idea of dying soon and not letting anyone know how he truly felt. Or the feeling of desperation as the days grew darker and more hopeless, prompting him to at least lessen his burden. Or, it was as you kept telling him – they aren’t what you think they are.

“I justified my actions by telling them that I didn’t want what happened to Mother to happen to them. I mean, I really didn’t want that to happen again, but that genuine concern was somehow twisted into something heartless after living life in accordance to the Council.”

“In being molded into the ‘perfect Silver’, I somewhat lost myself in the process. My identity was found in the expectations and standards they had for me.” Minho closes his eyes, stubbornly refusing to let anyone see how a glassiness had glazed his orbs with emotions he rarely felt, “In losing myself, I lost y/n. Whatever ‘genuine’ love I had for her disappeared because I was too busy wanting her to become as perfect as the Council wanted me to be. That’s not what she wanted.”

“What did you originally want for you? For her? For the both of you?” Chan asks again, the gentleness in his voice startling the Magnetron like a newborn kitten.

“Pathetically, I can’t even remember.” Minho admits, head hanging low with shame, “I don’t know. Like I said, I lost myself. Who is Lee Minho if you remove all the Silver expectations? It’s like the Council possessed me and every inch of my being, so I don’t even know what I wanted then, and what I want now. That’s my answer.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Chan starts, and despite the weariness settling in his bones, his eyes are very much alive and strong, “it took a while for us to know what we wanted as well. You’ll get there. Give yourself time.”

“Shouldn’t joining SKZ somehow dictate what you wanted in life?” Minho inquires, raising his eyebrow.

“Not really.” Chan gestures to Jisung, “Tell him.”

Jisung offers the Magnetron a small smile before saying, “A lot of us joined SKZ and still didn’t know what we wanted in life. I, for one, can attest to that. I joined SKZ for the hell of it. I told myself ‘you’re going to be making a difference’ and ‘you’re going to bring justice to this unjust world’, but in reality, I had no clue why I joined a rebel group.”

He continues, “I never experienced the hardships Chan and the rest went through. My life was…alright, I guess. But as a ‘neutral party’, I hated witnessing how Reds and Newbloods had to suffer because of the Silvers. Greensborough, Elysium, and parts of District 9 were alright, but when you see places like the Trench, it pisses you off. ‘How could Silvers just let people live in such conditions?’ I would often ask. It was only a year after joining SKZ that I realized that I found happiness in our little scouting trips. I wasn’t one for rebellions, protesting against Miroh, and all those rebel-like stuff. I was happy doing little scouting trips, giving donations and rations to the poorer towns. I spend time with the people there and share whatever joy I had with them. That’s what I wanted out of SKZ.”

The way Minho’s mouth hangs open was enough for Jisung to know that he was amazed – awestruck even – at the story the Electricon had shared. He did not have to spout highly elaborate, scholarly words to make a point. He said what he wanted to say with confidence, allowing his emotions to do the storytelling for him. The rawness and genuineness of his words was easily conveyed with conviction, allowing it to be stronger than any political claim a High House elite could make in court. Jisung’s eyes glimmered in the dark room almost as if a cluster of stars had graced them with their presence.

Chan smiles proudly, watching Jisung with admiration, “There you have it. From Han Jisung himself.”

“He’s not as annoying and stupid as I thought.” Minho finally responds, and though his expression is deadpan, it was impossible to miss the playful glint in his eyes.

“Why you – ” Jisung starts.

Chan smiles a bit wider, “There’s more to Jisung than most people see. He’s childish, impulsive, happy-go-lucky, and reckless – ”

“I don’t see how this makes me a better person, hyung.”

“ – but he’s also the most genuine person ever.” Chan grins, “His playful nature tends to conceal his more introspective side, but it comes out when it’s really needed.”

“I just…like to smile. Smiling and laughing makes everything better even when it’s not.” Jisung blurts, “That way, you kind of give everyone the strength they need.”

Minho leans his head back against the wall, humming lowly in response. “You’re still a bug zapper to me, Han Jisung.”

“You’re still a tin can, Lee Minho.”

The two share identical smirks before tearing their competitive gazes away from each other. “I’m happy y/n has you two.” Minho whispers. “She deserves the happiness you give her.”

“She has you too, Minho.” Jisung grins cheekily, “I mean…maybe she sees you differently from Chan, but she still has you.”

“It sucks to say this, but I’m more than willing to let go of y/n if she chooses to be happy with Chan.” Minho sighs, sounding almost relieved, “I can’t love her the way you do; not anymore, at least. Not when I don’t even know my identity without the standards they set for me. She needs someone who has strong convictions and isn’t easily swayed. If there’s anyone I can trust y/n with, it’s you.”

Minho then turns to Chan, steely eyes piercing the Sounder’s own with a gaze so intense it could make a hole in the wall next to him, “So if we get out of this hellhole, you have to swear that you’ll treat her like the queen she is. Swear you’re going to make her happy, love her, and protect her as best as you can. The minute you hurt her, I’m sending a spear through your head.”

“Violent words, but oh so poetic.” Jisung whispers, causing the Magnetron to smirk.

Chan can only smile, a faint chuckle escaping his lips, “I’ll keep that in mind then. But you have to promise you’re still going to be there for her as he dearest friend. Promise you’re still going to care for, love, and protect her as the friend she treasures the most.”

“You didn’t have to ask, Bang.” Minho smirks, “That’s a given already.”

They both let out chuckles, a now lighter silence filling the cell. Minho is just about to shut his eyes out of exhaustion when Chan speaks, “And Minho?”

“Hm?”

“You’ll find yourself one day.”

With that, Minho smirks, eyes collapsing as exhaustion finally settles in his bones. Jisung sends a grin towards Chan’s direction, whispering softly, “You really have a way with words, don’t you?”

“Get some rest, Jisung.” Chan chuckles softly, “We’re getting out of this and settling things once and for all.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

A string of curses escapes Woojin’s lips as soon as the remaining Newbloods and Seungmin arrive at the now empty base. “We’re too late.”

Felix quickly teleports into the house, returning outside after a few seconds, “Other than this huge whole, probably done by a Bomber, the house is…in tact.”

“Oh no.” Seungmin starts to panic, eyes darting around as his head begins to throb with pain, “They must have taken y/n, Chan, and Jisung. No, no, no. If what I know is true, they were brought to Dolorem. This is a disaster! Dolorem is – ”

Jeongin sympathetically frowns, gently rubbing the Whisper’s back in assurance. The youngest quietly speaks, “What do we do, Woojin-hyung? Dolorem is impossible to break into, but we can’t just…leave them.”

Woojin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “Seungmin, what do you know about Dolorem?”

The younger male rattles his brain, sorting his thoughts and piecing everything together like a puzzle, “Well, to start off, the main entrance to Dolorem itself is guarded by Whispers – they’re way stronger than I am. The entrance to the prison itself is guarded by Whispers, so there’s that. Inside the dungeons cells are Silent Stone, but outside the cells is normal so you can still use your abilities.”

“What about the guards inside?” Felix queries.

“Royal Guard, so they’re just Magnetrons. Still, they’re trained by Lord Lee, so they aren’t just small-fry.” Seungmin sighs, biting his lip anxiously.

Jeongin raises a finger, “Do you think Ho or the Councilors are still there?”

Woojin shakes his head, “Ho rarely remains in one place for long. He’s either back in his base, or gathering his people and training them or something.”

“Same with the Council.” Seungmin says, “They don’t linger in Dolorem for long, so I assume they’re back in the castle, especially since none of the royal kids or Council children are there.”

“Do you think Felix can get inside unnoticed?” Woojin asks.

“Definitely.” Seungmin shakes his head, “But even if he were inside the dungeons, how would he get everyone out? The minute he’s inside a cell, his teleportation powers won’t work. We have to either get the gates opened or break it from the outside.”

“Then can I teleport you inside, then you command the guards to open the gates?” Felix inquires.

Seungmin chews on his lip for a few seconds, juggling Felix’s question and assessing the pros and cons of such a proposal. “Theoretically, you can do that. But once we do open the gates, there’s no guarantee we can make it out successfully.”

“I can immobilize everyone inside the dungeon.” Woojin smirks, “But we need to think of how everyone will escape once outside the dungeon.”

Jeongin offers a small smile, pointing to his freckled friend, “Felix can teleport people as far as the entrance to Dolorem, but that will take an extreme toll on him and will practically deplete his energy.”

“Do you think it’s safe to assume that they’re all in good shape?” Woojin questions the Whisper.

With a deep sigh, Seungmin purses his lips, “I’d assume Hyunjin, Jisung, and Changbin would be the least injured, judging by the gravity of their ‘trespasses’ against the Council. I would not be so sure for y/n, as yes, they want her dead, but I doubt they would hurt her that much. Knowing how the Council had high expectations for Minho and Ho detests Chan to the core, I’m afraid those two will bear the burden of being most injured. Dolorem is where torture happens.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Woojin pauses, pacing around the grassy field.

Everyone remains silent for what seems to be forever. Ironically, they felt like time was passing by too quickly, their frantic hands helplessly grabbing at any means to somehow freeze the clock so as to avoid the impending doom of your lives being in danger at Dolorem. Each heartbeat feels like every passing second, prompting and taunting the group to think – and act – faster than they already are. The pressure to come up with some sort of rescue plan had them feeling uneasy, yet they did not relent.

“I have a vague plan.” Woojin suddenly whispers, his eyes sparked with a sense of hope.

“Let’s hear it.” Felix rubs his hands together, squatting down on the grass.

“It’s really risky, but we have no choice. Literally. We have to try anything at this point.” the eldest male eyes each younger male, gaze stern and serious like a father. His warm eyes land on Seungmin, a deep fleck of trust swimming in his irises, “And…I need you to be strong, Seungmin. I need you to believe you can do what I’m going to ask of you.”

Seungmin feels his heart collapse, then speed up seconds later. He swallows the lump lodged in his throat, soft eyes unwavering as they look directly at Woojin. His hands are shaking, anxiety and fear mingling with every drop of his blood, but despite the obvious signs of hesitance, Seungmin steels himself. Whatever Woojin had in mind, it was for his friends. It was for you, for Changbin, for Hyunjin, and for his Newblood friends. It was for the people he loved. It was for the people he could call a family. And at this point, he knew he’d have to be brave for them, even if he had to tear himself away from his comfort zone by force.

“I’ll do my best.”

Woojin gives him an approving nod before craning his head side-to-side as if stretching, “Ok, Jeongin, you do know what Lord Lee looks like, right?”

“Yes.”

Seungmin adds, “Just act like you own the place and you’re good to go.”

“Ok. So Jeongin will act as Lord Lee, bringing me, Seungmin, and Felix in as if he caught us as prisoners. Seungmin, you’ll need to block out or negate the mind-reading from the other Whispers as best as you can. I know they’re trained and more skilled than you, but this is crucial. Your role is crucial. We can’t get in without you messing with their abilities.” Woojin says lowly, eyes nearly pleading.

“I know.” Seungmin replies quietly, “I can do it.”

Woojin pats his shoulder before continuing, “Once inside the dungeons, Jeongin, since you’re still in Lord Lee’s disguise, look for Minho’s cell and tell whichever guard that you need to talk to your son or something. Once that guard approves and opens the cell gate, Felix will teleport in and knock him out. Whoever is in the cell with Minho, we get them out.”

“I see.” Jeongin grins almost child-like, “And once Minho is free, bending the steel gates open will be a piece of cake.”

“And what of the other guards and getting out of Dolorem?” Felix nervously asks, worry lacing his words as he thinks about how he might not have enough strength to teleport back and forth to get each person out.

“I will stay behind – ”

“What?” the three younger males exclaim, eyes wide like scared children.

Woojin grins, “ – for the time being. Relax. If Seungmin’s assumption is correct, Chan and Minho might not be in the best shape for running and escaping. Felix, you’ll have to prioritize them when teleporting out, ok?”

“Roger roger.” Felix salutes.

“Hyunjin may have a high chance of going unnoticed, given he’s a Silk. Jisung can bolt away. If Felix still has enough energy, you might have to teleport the Seo siblings as well. They can’t be seen outside the dungeons whatsoever.” Woojin continues to explain, “Jeongin, disguise yourself as Lord Lee again. Seungmin, slip away and manipulate minds when suspected if you have to. Make them think they can’t see you or any of us. While you’re all doing that, I will deal with any guard that gets in the way. A little gravity crushing should do the trick.”

“We can’t completely eliminate the risk of failure, and I don’t see too many cons to this plan,” Seungmin puts a finger to his chin, slowly nodding his head, “but they’re going to realize the prisoners are gone sooner or later. They’ll hunt us all down until they manage to bring us back in. We can’t run or hide forever.”

“We’ll figure that out when we get everyone out.” Woojin smiles, “We need to make sure we get them out first.”

“I can help with you little escapade.”

The silky voice surprises Jeongin, causing the young male to slowly inch his way behind Woojin. Seungmin’s eyes widen in a pleasant surprise as Felix beams sunnily. A familiar raven-haired individual greets the group, mindlessly twirling his elaborate sunglasses. “At ease, Newbloods.”

“Bambam?” Seungmin gapes, eyebrow raised at the Elite’s sudden presence.

Woojin tilts his head, taking a protective stance while maintaining gentle eyes, “Bambam the Silver Elite? What brings you here? Who sent you?”

Bambam slips his sunglasses into the pocket of his velvet coat, crossing his long arms, “I am no spy, do not worry. I am not siding with the hideous Council, and yes, I am aware of what is happening.” the elite gives the group a small albeit warm smile as his eyes twinkle.

“I grew up with the Seo siblings being my only friends, even if we didn’t see each other as much as the Council children. And so, I cherish them very much. I’ve caught word that both y/n and Changbin are imprisoned somewhere. I’m here to be of assistance. I leave the escaping shenanigan to you rebels, but I can assure you that I will provide a place to stay. Temporary, but it may suffice just enough to regroup and regain strength for your next plans.”

“Wait, just like that?” Jeongin gasps, failing to conceal the wonder in his tone, “How did you even know we were here?”

Bambam chuckles, “Yes, just like that. It’s the least I can do for those siblings. And your buddy Felix came to me after hearing about Hyunjin and the rest being captured in hopes to get help worst-case-scenario. Little did we know that y/n was also taken.” the Elite finishes with a wink, “And I’m a Shadow, little one. You won’t have to worry about me being followed. I can turn invisible at will.”

“Can’t you help us get them out, Bambam?” Seungmin asks desperately.

“I would love to, Kim Seungmin, but there is an absence of light in Dolorem, and that greatly affects how my abilities work. Shadows can’t exist without light, and I can’t turn myself or anyone invisible if I can’t bend light.” Bambam explains, offering a small smile in return, “But I will make sure you have safe passage to my safe house as soon as you get out of Dolorem.”

“We appreciate it, really.” Woojin politely bows, “How do you propose we meet with you or get to the safe house?”

The raven-haired Elite clears his throat, grinning as he hands a white paper coated with a thin layer of glitter to the eldest Newblood, “Further instructions are all there. Simply read it once you’ve reached Mortem. That’s the Red town about four kilometers from Dolorem’s borders. They’re all Reds there, so do not worry about any Silvers. Seungmin, do you know about Mortem?”

“Yes, I’ve read about it, so I think I can get us there.” the Whisper nods.

“Good.” Bambam clasps his hands together, “Read that paper once in Mortem. Only when you’re in Mortem.”

“We can’t thank you enough for the help, Bambam.” Woojin extends his hand for a shake.

Bambam grips it, giving the group a confident smile, “Long live our little queen, boys.”

Once the group has thanked and said their goodbyes, the Silver Elite makes his leave, bending light to disappear from the naked eye. Jeongin shakes his head, mouth still agape, “Well, miracles do exist.”

“Yes they do.” Felix grins, turning to Woojin.

The older male sighs, giving the boys a wider grin, “Alright, tomorrow, we rescue our friends.”

Seungmin nods, eyes trailing over to the setting sun. The rays paint the sky a beautiful hue of purple and pink, faint hazes of orange misting across. The warm tones reflect in his eyes like a luxurious painting, mingling with the glimmer of zeal that settles in his irises. Woojin had told him that he had a crucial role – without Seungmin’s mind manipulation, getting past the Whispers and guards would be dangerous.

And despite the pounding of his heart telling him that the success of this plan was a big unknown, Seungmin knew and was sure of one thing.

He was going to help get you all out.

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