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Fear Me Or Die: Ch. Six: Don't Trust a Cop, Day 2

Pairing(s) for chapter: Oc(s)&Reader, Optimus&Reader, Ratchet&Reader, IronHide&Reader, CliffJumper&Reader.

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Word count for chapter: 6.3k

Rating for chapter: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Violence, blood&gore, curse words, police

A/n: (from Ao3): B) Back again again again boyz, it's time to part-ay hart-ay! We got the next chapter here for you! And guess what... GOT THE OFFICIAL HEIGHT COMPARISON DONE!!

That's IronHide, and Cliff Jumper!

Then the height comparison: From left to right: Optimus (Of course), IronHide, CliffJumper, BumbleBee, Derek, Ratchet, Jazz, Arcee, and reader!

It's all of them! Once we get a little further into the series, (Currently taking a small break, maybe a week break from writing fmod so I can focus on work and a personal novel), I'm going to get more characters done. No spoilers on who they are, though, of course! it makes me really happy to see people gen liking this series. I don't plan on abandoning it like I did so many other projects, I promise, I'm still fully invested into this one. Anyway, love yall ;3; ttyl see you in like two-three weeks! (Sorry for bad cliffhanger, but also not >:) )

Everything around me was intense. The thundering, slowly becoming darker by the minute sky above was still storming, still raining and keeping my freezing body shaking. I was walking in the direction BumbleBee had told me, the cold wind making the rain feel like hail on my skin, I tried my best to not think about it. The sticks, pine needles and stones underneath me was like walking in hell itself, I whimpered with each and every step.

The forest felt like it never ended, the storm above caused everything to be gloomy and dark, I found it hard to look straight ahead, instead looking down at the ground. Mother nature was anything but kind to me today, and I'm starting to think it might have been a sign. But I was at least thankful for her for the cover she provided me from my scent that they could detect, if she didn't Arcee probably would have found me, and only lord knows what she would have done to me...

I couldn't see past a hill some ways away from me, and I dreaded the thought of going over it. I was already exhausted, let alone bleeding everywhere. I struggled toward the hill, looking up at it then looking back behind me. No one was around, no one to kill me. Well, at least that's good. I blinked back to the hill, taking in a deep breath through my nose and exhaled out my mouth. I was tired, soaked, scared and freezing. And now I had to push myself more. For normal people, this would be easy... I had a hard time believing I couldn't do this regularly. When I started to force myself up and over the hill, I used every ounce in me to push myself to my limit, grunting with each climb, feeling my mind spin and stomach turn.

I reached the top of the hill, looking out when something came up my throat. I fell to the ground on my knees, throwing up the sandwich I ate earlier. I kept heaving up food till nothing came up, my stomach empty again, making my sight blur with panic. I choked and coughed, gagging on stomach acid and when it finally stopped, I tried so hard to catch my breath. The rain washed away the snot and spit dripping from my face, but the awful taste in my mouth was horrid.

I battled to stand to my feet again, but I was persistent. I was going to get out of here even if I die trying.

But my silent prayers for help from any god out there was answered... The road! Behind the hill was pavement, a proper road that wasn't made out of gravel, and I could feel my body shake with excitement. I dipped down and slid down the mount to the road, looking both ways and to my left was a giant sign facing adjacent from me. I made my way to it, wanting to see what it said on it, hopefully showing how far civilization was.

When I approached it, I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the rain.

'Next Exit 60 miles'

Oh... Great...

I flicked my eyes across the pavement, instinctively looking both ways as I stepped onto it, surprisingly feeling it was warm, aiding some relief to my slowly deteriorating skin on the bottom of my feet. I started to make my way down the road, hoping not to see someone I wouldn't want to...

I wondered if there would be any cars that come by, would it be safe for me to get them involved? I need a ride to safety, but I don't want to ruin their chance at life. Getting more people killed is not on my to-do list.

The bandages on my hands were drenched, and when I looked down, I saw the red spilling out on them... Great, now it's not only just my feet, but my hands too. I'm going to need one hell of a doctor, and pray to the lord that I don't get on the news! If they even get a general idea of where I am, I'm a goner.

I couldn't tell if a rumbling I heard was thunder, or if it was a car. I was nervous to look behind me, or even look up from the ground in general. Petrified that I'd get caught and killed. But when I heard it approaching faster by the second, my terrified eyes blinked up from the ground. Coming through the rain was a old Jeep Cherokee, and I instantly knew I was safe. I rushed to jump into the pavement, flinging my hands up and I heard the car's wheels squeak on the wet road, quickly coming to a stop in front of me. I could see as the wipers were at high speed, a man and woman in the driver and passenger seat. The man got out the car, making sure to stay behind the safety of the door.

“What the hell are you doing?!” The man yelled.

The woman got out too, also staying safe behind her door. “Are you okay?!” She shouted.

I could feel my words get stuck in my throat, I could feel my head rushing, my heart was deafening in my ears, the world around me spinning faster and faster, and within only a few seconds... I passed out in front of them.

I was dead, wasn't I?

I killed myself by running away.

I'm in the void of death, nothing around me, just pure darkness. Yet... My mind is running at top speed. I couldn't hear anything, or... Could I? I knew I couldn't see. But I could hear faint voices. Them being far away, but the more I lay there, the closer they got.

“Mommy, she's bleeding!” A high pitched male voice said, telling me he was young, no older than 9 by the way he talked.

“I know honey, make space, she's sick.” Said a female voice, hers being soft and understanding.

“Angela, get in the back with her, I don't want her to wake up and hurt the kids.” A different male voice said, he was older though. Probably in his late 20s, possibly early 30s.

“Kayden Alexander, you look at this girl and tell me she's going to hurt the boys!” The female sounded angered.

“It's okay daddy, I can protect Peter!” Told the same small boy.

“Alright. Angela get in, we gotta get going. She looks dead.” The older man rushed.

“Let me check her pulse again.” The woman's voice came closer to me, and then stepped back. “She's alive, but we need to get her to a hospital... She still looks familiar...”

I heard the sound of a door slam, and that shook me enough to jump in my seat, taking in a enormous breath through my mouth and into my chest, eyes jolting open and looking around.

“You're okay!” The sight of a dark skinned female, her hair long, dyed red and curly said. “Take a deep breath, you're okay.” She calmed, but I looked around, finding myself in the back of a old looking car, what I guessed was the one that stopped for me. A young cool colored skinned boy next to me, holding what looked like a orange nerf gun at me. Behind him was a baby car seat, a small child sleeping in it. A white man in the front seat, looking at me in the rear view mirror with great intensity.

My breathing was harsh, one hand gripping the door handle, the other gripping the top of the seat. “Calm down sweetie, you're okay. We're taking you to the police.” She was cool and calm, putting up a hand as she leaned over the passenger seat, slowly reaching over to pick up the nerf gun the child was holding and pulling it to her lap.

“Why are you bleeding?” The child asked, and the mom shushed him viciously.

“Don't mind him, he's just nervous. You're okay.” She calmed me again, but I knew I needed to relax... There are children present, I can't get them into trouble.

“I-...” I released the tension from my chest, trying to sink into the seat behind me. “I... Ran away from my husband.” I said, surprisingly honest.

“Oh goodness...” The mom cursed, putting a hand to her mouth.

“Why?” The boy asked again, not even being phased by my fearful face and bloodied, beaten body.

“Micheal Alexander, you shush up now.” She hushed the boy, but he just leaned back, still not worried.

“We don't have any phones.” The dad suddenly said, answering a question in the back of my mind.

“Yes, we're coming back from a camping trip, but we'll get you safe, honey.” The mom comforted.

“What did your husband do?” The kid tilted his head, and the mom almost shushed him again but I beat her to it.

“He... Tried to hurt me. But I got away.” I simply stated.

“Is that how you got the purple stuff on your neck?” His boyish lisp was adorable, but the questions he asked were awful.

I brought a hand to my neck, softly feeling the deep purple bruises... Just lie. Don't get these people into danger.

I opened my mouth to say something, the mom catching me off guard with a gasp. “You're the Decepticon girl, aren't you?” She whispered, kind of to herself... I felt my heart drop, my breathing hitching and I coughed out loud. She looked to her husband, telling him to, “Drive faster...” Under her breath. When she saw me looking, she rushed to say a quick, “We'll call the police, just try to stay calm. You're bleeding a lot, we don't want you to lose too much blood.”

“They've been looking everywhere for you.” The dad said. I looked out the window, seeing a sign say 'Next Exit 45 Miles' Well, at least we're getting closer.

I remembered they were looking for me on the TV this morning, but it's surprising that even people without TV's or phones know about it.

“I've been trying to get away...” I mumbled, blinking down to my hands and finally putting them to my lap, feeling a little more relaxed.

“Bless your heart...” The mom said. She kept her eyes on me, and so did the young boy, he put his arms under one another like he was studying me. I tried not to keep eye contact with any of them, worried they will see me as a threat. They're already doing so much for me, helping me get to safety wasn't something everyone would do... What I guessed was the mom's motherly instinct kicking in. She was sweet, trying to make sure I know they're not dangerous, nor that they would call someone bad, if she knew them, that is.

I looked to the boy next to me without turning my head, thinking if I had the courage to talk to him, or would the parents get offended...?

“You're brave for protecting your sibling...” I tilted my head up for a second to nudge to him, feeling a small smile form on my lips when he sat up and looked to his mom for confirmation. “What's your name...?” I asked softly, leaning over to my door to give him space. He looked to his mom again, and she nodded to allow him to answer me.

“M-Micheal.” He answered, and I felt my heart lighten at his nervousness...

“Ahh, Micheal...” I started, tilting my head to the side to not seem intimidating. “Do you know what Micheal means in the bible?” I asked, a gentle tone to my cracky voice. He shook his head. “It means, gift from God.” I quoted. He perked up, a faint grin morphing on his childish face. The mom reached a hand out to him, and he took it, a small moment that I helped create... I felt a little happy, though I knew these moments would be shortly lived.

“Tell her your brothers name.” His mother encouraged, and he took his hand away from hers, leaning the other way and putting a hand into the car seat, offering it to his baby brother.

“His-His name is Peter.” He answered shyly, I smiled more, answering him again.

“Peter... A good name. Strong name. You know Simon Peter was one of the three...” I started.

“The three?” He asked.

“The three closest to Jesus, the three chosen ones. Jesus had many disciples, but James, Peter and John were his closest... “ I stopped, thinking on my wording. “You can always have multiple friends, but the three you know as your best, will always be your closest.” I answered. My quotes on the bible were nothing compared to a preacher, but the years of my mother reading me it each and every night as a child always made my day better. So what I was taught from it, I will always remember.

“What does Peter mean?” He asked, and I brought a hand up to my face to fake scratch my chin in thought.

“It means a stone. Or a rock. So I guess that means that Peter is as strong as a rock, doesn't it?” I said, trying my best to lighten the darkened mood. He nodded vigorously, looking back to his baby brother and holding a finger out to his tiny hands, which Peter grasped. “You care for him a lot, don't you...?” I said lowly, and he glanced back at me, then back to his brother. He smiled greatly at him, and I felt my heart flutter.

“There's no hospitals or police stations for the next 50 miles, we might be able to call someone at the visitor center.” The dad interrupted, shaking me back to reality.

Okay, stay calm. There's probably a payphone or a phone in the center that we can use. If not, we might be able to use the phone at the front office, if there's anyone there, that is. When I looked out the window, I saw that the rain had stopped finally. It seems mother nature might finally be on my side, either that or she's preparing me for something...

“I'm sure there is a state trooper somewhere on the highway, we just need to get there. The visitor center is six minutes away, if we want to try there first...?” The dad asked, and I looked up from my thoughts.

“That would be great, thank you.” I replied, feeling myself lighten. I'm free at least, thankfully. I'm safe with these people, what are the Autobots going to do? Kill a baby? I think not. They're bad people, but they can't be that bad, right? I'd fight tooth and nail for these people, they saved me. “Mrs., Mr.?” I asked aloud, the dad looked at me through the rear view mirror. “Thank you... You guys didn't need to take me in, and... I'm thankful. I probably would be back there again if it wasn't for you...” I thanked, and the woman laid a caring hand on my knee, squeezing it and smiling gently.

“We did what God told us to do.” She answered, and I nodded.

When the mom pulled back and sat properly in her seat, I looked down at my hands, studying them harshly. I knew I was safe, but everything inside me told me there was something wrong. I felt like I was running straight into a trap, if it be when I get to the police station, or at the center... I felt terrible, scared out my mind.

No. Stop. I'm safe, I'm not in trouble, I need to calm down. Everything will be alright, don't think about the past, I'll be safe with the police, they can't get me there. I'm alright, just calm down. Don't worry about it, we're fine.

“We're gonna be okay, kid.” The dad said, pulling me out of my horrific thoughts. I looked up to him to see him spying on me in the mirror. I blinked a few times, looking to the boy who was playing with his brother, to the mom who was looking at the dad, and the dad who was now focusing on the road ahead. When I blinked out the window, I took in a breath and saw the sign, 'Visitors center next right' And when I noticed us moving off the highway, I straightened myself and looked out of the front window, seeing us pull into the lane and stop in a parking spot.

When the dad turned off the car, I looked out to see a bunch of truckers, a few cars behind the semis, nothing was bad, so why am I so afraid? The mom got out, opening the door for me as it had child safety lock. She went over to the side the children were on, I watched her take out the baby and let the kid get out. I slowly got the courage to stand up, my feet still bleeding out of specific spots, my hands as well. I began to rise, and the dad rushed over to put my arm over his shoulder to help me stand, luckily he was on the shorter side, helping me walk to the sidewalk and sit on a concrete bench. I looked up to the mom as she had the baby in her arms, the dad whispering something in her ear.

“We're gonna see if they have a phone in there, do you feel comfortable enough to stay out here alone?” Asked the mom, and I looked around, seeing a few cars that I couldn't name, and when a specific oversized truck caught my attention, I bit my tongue.

I didn't want to be a problem, I didn't want them to have to stay out here with me, or take me back to the car. What if they didn't trust me alone in their car? I don't want to make them uncomfortable... Dammit...

“I'm-... I'm fine out here.” I said, though it was a god awful lie, I even stuttered...

“We're going to go see if they have a phone in there, be careful, okay?” She told, and I nodded, watching them start to make their way to the main building. And I was left outside. But I was anything but comfortable. The car in between two semis was the black truck that I saw back at the cabin. It could have just been any truck, maybe I'm remembering it wrong, but they looked identical. The license plate was on the back, making it impossible to read it and remember what it was... I was terrified, if they were in that building, they'll have to come out and see me. And since the raining had stopped, my smell was back again.

There was a few people getting out their cars, all people I didn't recognize, thankfully... It made me wonder how many of these people could realize that I was the girl on the news. I wasn't sure if I wanted that or not. The looming thought of the Autobots being in the building, the more people who notice me, the more people are at risk.

There was another family of four that came out of a van, except they had a little girl instead of a little boy. She was adorable, having on a pretty little yellow dress and princess rubber sandals. The mom was carrying a baby, no older than a month, probably just born within the past couple weeks. She was precious. I use to wish I could have a child, but now I don't think it would be good. I would be on the run my entire life, it would be unsafe to bring a child into the mix.

Jesus... I'm going to be on the run my entire life... How was I going to explain to the police that I found the Autobot's leader? How was I going to explain to ANYONE about it? Everyone I know could get me killed. Because of the TV, they know what my mother looks like. The whole US is looking for me, let alone the rest of the squad. I'm sure the police will believe me, but how do I know they don't have insiders? It's dangerous no matter where I go. With my parents. The police. My boyfriend. All of it is dangerous. I can die no matter where I go. Hell, I don't even think I'm safe here. The mother promised me I would be safe, but promises are meant to be broken...

“Hey!” I jumped at the sudden shout for my name, looking to the direction of the voice and seeing that it was the dad. I struggled to stand, knowing that they needed me for something. When he jogged over to me, he instantly put my arm over his shoulder to help carry me. “There's a state trooper and a EMS worker in there, they're talking to Angela right now about getting a ambulance out here. They're gonna drive you to a hospital!” He said excitedly, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Oh thank god, a trooper! They tend to be more believing of people rather than regular police officers.

I limped my way up the sidewalk to the main building, seeing the doors and feeling a rush of excitement wash over me as I entered into the building. I looked around frantically for the trooper, expecting to see a man in a uniform, but I only saw four... Figures...

“Over here officer!” The dad shouted, and turning around was... Optimus...

My legs collapsed.

“Matthew, help her.” Optimus told and CliffJumper came to help pick me up. I could tell he was holding down a grin. He threw my free arm over his shoulder, forcing me to stand and I almost went limp in their arms.

All I could do was stare and walk towards Optimus, Ratchet and IronHide. I watched as Optimus was facing me, a still, soft smile on his face like he was amused by me, but serious with the family. They took me to Ratchet, who lifted my chin and looked down at me from over his nose.

“Put her on the bench, I need to check her out...” Ratchet said, obviously despising the fact that he gets to see me again, and in such rough shape too. They led me to the bench next to a line up of magazines and fliers. I sat down and stared up at Ratchet with wide, petrified eyes, my mouth slightly ajar, looking like a idiot. He kneeled down before me, allowing me to see Optimus come over with a small notebook and pen in hand.

“Run me through what happened before you saw her.” He asked.

“We were driving from the state park's camp ground, it was raining and we couldn't really see too far. The trip went well, no bears or wolves showed up this time! But there was a camper in a RV that said they saw this girl on the news, and they said to keep an eye out of her on the way back to the city.” The mom said.

“And where did you say you found her?” He asked the mother, and she readjusted the baby in her arms.

“Probably 40 or 50 miles away from the state park campsite, we were just coming back from a family trip.” The dad came to her, pulling the small boy to his side. I couldn't believe he was playing these people like a goddamn fiddle!

“Did you find her in this condition?” He asked, paying my awestruck expression no mind.

“Worse, actually...” The dad scoffed, the mom shushed him.

“She passed out in front of our car, Kayden almost ran her over!” The mom said, shocked.

“And where did you say she came from?” Optimus asked.

“We're not sure, we think she might have been walking the roadside since the camp ground... That's where we heard about her missing for the first time, another camper said he saw her, but we just assumed it was on the news.” She replied.

Ratchet was too busy undoing my bandages, what I knew for a fact was him faking looking at me, as he wasn't actually doing anything to me. He looked over his shoulder a couple times from the corner of his eye, making sure no one was watching. I was still dead silent.

“Around what time did you spot her?” He asked.

“Um...” She looked to her husband.

He rushed to answer. “Around 2:20.” He stated.

“Is there anything that happened during your drive here, anything usual? Cars tailgating you, other people on the side of the road, possibly a hitchhiker?” He asked, and she shook her head.

“No, nothing like that. Everything was normal besides the fact that she was scared to death!” She took in a breath, looking over at me with pure concern.

“You said you think she might have been at the camp ground... Did you see any signs of her there?”

“No, not at all! But there's no other places that she could have come from! Besides maybe that old cabin camp ground, but that place has been abandoned for decades! Oh jeeze, do you think they were holding her there...?” She whispered the last part.

“We visit that area regularly, ma'am. Kids nowadays want to start fires, or have parties around there. You've heard the legends around that area, I'm sure.” He comforted. She gasped.

“That horrid ax man, I'm sure of it! I've heard the stories of those poor children going missing, but... I was never sure if they were true or not.” Her voice was dripping with concern.

“Most of the legends are fake, but there have been dozens of reports of families going missing back when the cabins were populated.”

“Oh thank goodness... We've always thought of taking a look around that place, but from what he know it's locked up, right?” She asked.

“Correct ma'am, we keep a tight hold around that area, as it's a big fire hazard with all the old clothes and sheets in the cabins. But luckily most of them are caved in or already burned down.”

“You're doing an amazing thing for the girl, sir.” She thanked. Optimus nodded the entire time, and when he realized he had enough information, he closed the notebook and clicked the pen, stuffing them both into his back pocket. I looked away from him for just a second to see IronHide on the phone, obviously being sneaky and not wanting them to hear. Cliffjumper was standing next to Ratchet, his arms crossed and eyeing the family, seeming awfully distrusting.

“Thank you for reporting this, you probably just saved this girls life. Lord only knows what she went through out there. You're her guardian angel.” Optimus praised, holding her free hand lovingly.

“It was all God's work, I knew there was a reason we needed to come out here. God has her in his sight.” She looked to me and smiled gently, I just kept my eyes on Optimus.

“Johnathan, is she okay?” Optimus said, referring to Ratchet. He took in a breath, fake stress as he stood and shook his head.

“She's lost a lot of blood. Her wounds are full of dirt and will most likely get a severe infect if we don't get her to a hospital soon.” He answered. The mom gasped, putting her free hand to her mouth and tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Will she be okay?!” She came to his side and put a hand on his shoulder. He put a caring hand on hers, trying to comfort her though I knew he was lying.

“If we can get her home, she'll do just fine.” Jesus, these guys were award winning actors...

“Get her to the car. We already have EMS on the way, we've got it from here.” Optimus said, and the mom went in for a hug.

“What was your name again, officer?” The dad asked.

“Demetre Finley, Sir.” The dad reached out his hand and shook it, the both of them sharing a small moment. He turned from the couple and went to my side, his back to them and winking down at me for a second before turning back around to face them. “Do you need help to stand?” He said, hinting at the first time me and him talked alone. I couldn't help the small tears forming in my eyes, opening my mouth properly but nothing came out. Just pure shock filling my body and face. He nodded and dipped down, picking me up bridal style and beginning to take me out of the building and away from the couple.

“Please...” My voice squeaked, barely even a whisper it was so small. I watched them disappear from my sight, the mom waving to me and the dad holding his son tight.

CliffJumper opened the door, allowing for Optimus to walk through, and just like that... They stole me again.

They took me away from everyone, Optimus saying a quick, “Keys, Ratchet.” And Ratchet handed them to him, his huge hands having no trouble in taking them while holding me. They took me away from the walkway, back onto the pavement and towards their car. When he was away from seeing eyes, he threw me over his shoulder, and it was then that it hit me like a train. I choked on the words in my mouth, pushing myself up and on his shoulder, seeing he was taking me to the truck.

“Wait- No no no- Please- No-” I began to beg, but CliffJumper ran up behind Optimus, putting a hand to my mouth and shushing me with his other.

“Shhh, baby. It's alright, don't make a scene.” He hushed, and I stared, stunned that they managed to take me again.

Optimus opened the back door, practically throwing me into the seat. I stumbled up, fear lurking in my mind as CliffJumper climbed on the stair and pushed me back, sitting in the seat closest to the window. I jumped again as IronHide opened the opposing door, shoving me back and I was forced towards CliffJumper, who elbowed me. I sat up again, this time only sitting in the middle seat, breath on edge and staring intently towards the front window. Ratchet got in the passenger seat, and Optimus got in the divers. He took no time with starting it, but stopped when he looked over his shoulder.

“Andy?” He barked.

“Already here.” IronHide answered.

“Take the kids.” He replied darkly, I jumped, looking between IronHide and Optimus frantically.

“Wa-Wait- Nononononono, you-you can't hurt them-!” I whimpered, Optimus interrupted.

“You should have thought of that before you ran away.” He said, then put the truck in drive and began our way back to the cabin.

The drive back was intense. No one dared talk, the livid Autobot leader was staring darkly at the road ahead, his grip on the steering wheel deathly tight, and if looks could kill, all four of us would be corpses. He was enraged, and no one wanted to mess with him. Occasionally I would see IronHide look over at me, or CliffJumper sneak a glance, but nothing prepared me for when Optimus glared at me from the rearview mirror. I was a goner, I knew I was.

I couldn't move a inch from my seat in any direction, the two people beside me hogging up their seats and some. My knees were latched together, my hands sealed to my lap, I stared intently at the bottom of the center consul.

How was I going to make it out of this one? I'm a dead man walking.

I was ossified to my seat, not even thinking about moving, let alone talk. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, watching my life go by so passively, I didn't know what to do. I was going to be six feet under their cabin, and there wasn't a damn thing stopping it.

The mother told me I was safe. The dad told me it would be okay. So why am I here? How am I here? How is this even possible? Being caught twice in a week by the Autobots... The second time being an accident. I knew it was a trap, and I ran straight into it, like it was perfectly planned. Was this BumbleBee's idea all along? Did he call in and have them watch me? All I know is I'm heading back to my death.

We got to the driveway, it being obscenely long as we drove down it. I looked up to the front window without moving my bowed head, the outside going slower as we had to go through gravel. I felt the rocks in the road making the car bounce, I tried not to bump into the two men around me. I took in a breath through my nose, trying to be silent as I saw the cabin approaching. I watched CliffJumper and IronHide hold onto the door handle, preparing themselves to jump out as soon as the car stops. And when it did, the two doors rushed open, darting out like there was a bomb.

I watched Optimus take the keys out the car, throwing them to Ratchet who caught them and they both got out. I was still too scared to move, but when Optimus went to the door to my left, he instantly reached in and grabbed for me. I jumped out of my skin, falling on my back and trying to crawl away from him, but he gripped my ankles, yanking me towards him and grabbing the shirt on the back of my neck. He dragged me out the truck, me falling out as it was tall, but he gave me no time to catch myself, pulling me along side him, my knees and legs scraping on the gravel.

I was a doll in his hands, dragging me along him as he barged into the cabin. “Autobots!” When we were fully in, he threw me to the ground. I caught myself on my stomach, looking up to see BumbleBee, Arcee, Jazz and... Derek. He was alive!

Optimus stomped his gigantic boot into my back, slamming me to the floor, and my face hit the wood.

“You have 1 minute to explain yourselves.” He bellowed. All three of them rushed into action.

“Me and Jazz went out for a cigarette-”

“I was just having a ciggie when-”

“Then Bee came out being all angry-!”

“Then we heard a shout from the woods-”

“But I found Jones with a AX-”

“The lake was empty so I went back to the shack-”

“We beat Jones up because, I mean, he shouldn't have ran away ANYWAY-”

“I just went back to the cabin with Arcee-”

“THEN WE LOST HER!”

“THEN WE LOST HER!” The both of them said in sync.

All three of them went silent. I couldn't see BumbleBee properly with my head plastered to the ground, so I tried my best to listen. Derek was across from me, his head bowed, his face slowly dripping blood, a pool of it on the carpet he was sitting on next to the couch. Praise the lord, he's at least alive... For now.

Optimus went silent, looking to Derek, when he asked a low, daring, “This was your idea?” His voice was laced with anger, every part of him pissed off and ready to kill.

Derek looked up slowly, He only could see out one eye, his nose completely broken, and lips busted to high heaven. His breathing was slow, he was obviously exhausted. I wanted so bad to get up and help him. He looked to me, his expression not changing, probably unable to. He blinked back to Optimus, then nodded.

“Derek... No...” I whined, but Optimus wasn't ready for me to talk, he put his boot on my face, squishing me and I whimpered.

“You take full responsibly for this?” He barked, Derek stared. No, he'll get killed, I can't let this happen...

“Derek...!” I cried, a little louder, not caring what would happen to me. Optimus ground his boot into the side of my face, and I sobbed.

Derek kept his eyes on Optimus, unwavering, an expressionless face and blood seeping out through his entire body. I was in sorrow, I could help him, I could save him! I lost him once, I can't let him go again.

“Please!” I choked, and Optimus about had it with me, he took his boot off my face, but I couldn't react in time for him to kick me in the stomach. I coughed, gagging at the feeling of stomach acid coming up my throat.

“Answer me, Jones!” He snarled, and put his boot on my back again. I tried to push myself up, thinking I could outsmart him, but he slammed me back down, now putting more pressure on me.

Derek wasn't fighting, his hands tied behind his back, his legs underneath him as he sat on them, the unforgiving, enduring stare made every inch of me cry out. He was giving up, he couldn't fight anymore, he knew he couldn't win this, and it was killing me.

Derek nodded, a slow, gentle nod. Optimus straightened himself, looking around at all the quiet, dead still people. They were terrified, and rightfully so. I couldn't move, I couldn't get up to help, I was stuck here with these heathens.

Optimus looked to IronHide and CliffJumper who were at the edge of the living room, his glare intense.

“Drown him in the lake where they found him.”

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Omegaverse! Alpha! Gojo Satoru x Alpha! OC/Reader

Okay, first thing first. !!Warning!! This is an Omegaverse fic, but this DOES NOT contain SMUT at all. It's a perfectly SFW, BUT I still would like MINORS DO NOT interact, because this fic still contain Omegaverse element. I do explain a little about the heat cycle. I prefer to think this is in gray zone because the genre itself. And there’s some namecalling too (bitch)To be honest, the fic could even be written without any omegaverse element actually. I put some omegaverse element just for fun. I have never wrote one and want to try it. So, with the warning out of the way, please enjoy this super long one shot.

Oh, the name is changeable by the way. And we have a SIMP Satoru here. So, I apologize if you are looking for headbutting enemy to lovers trope. I... don’t think my skill is that good to write that. 🥲

Happy Reading!!! Enjoy!!!!

It's raining…

The sound of pitter pattering rain finally registered in my ears.

I don't know how long it has been raining or how long I have stood here. But I do know that my school uniform is soaked thoroughly. The only saving grace is the color of the uniform is not white.

I exhale a small sigh, a white puff formed out from it. This shows how cold the weather is. My mind reels back to the event that happened not long ago.

"Hisaki-chan, let's break up.

"Eh?" I was taken aback by his statement. "What's this? A new type of prank?" I felt a bad feeling when they showed up together.

"Sorry, Raika-chan. I know this is wrong. But… But I can't lie to my heart. I like Hibiki-kun." My best friend, no should be soon to be ex best friend apologized as she cried.

"It's all my fault, Hisaki-chan. I… I am the bad one. Don't blame Himeka. I am your boyfriend yet… her smell…Himeka-chan’s smell is really pleasing. I think she is my partner…No, I am sure about it."

Realization finally dawned into me. Their secondary genders have manifested. Hibiki is an alpha and Himeka is an omega. It’s not like I am upset they find each other smell pleasing, but… "I see...How long…how long you two have been going out behind my back." I clenched my fist.

"Sorry, Raika-chan… I know I am wrong. I am sorry." She cried.

"Please answer me." My voice came out steadier than I would have thought.

"2 months." My soon to be ex, no it should be now ex-boyfriend answered.

"2 months… I see… 2 months…. So, why you wait until now?" I frowned.

"Hisaki-chan, don't blame her. You can blame me all you want. But please don't blame her. Aren't you two best friends?"

"Were is the correct word." I tilted my head. "You have a lot of time to tell me before you make this kind of decision. Yet, you didn't? Why? You thought of me as a spare in case something went wrong? You were waiting for my secondary gender to manifest so you will know which smell is more pleasing?! Disgusting!"

"I am not thinking like that." He shook his head.

"Whatever. I don't care and do not want to care. You could just tell me the truth and I will understand. Yet, you choose this kind of method. If you two have finished revealing your disgusting affair to me then you two can go now." I shrugged, gestured the exit to them. 'I can't cry yet…'

"Hisaki-chan!!" He frowned.

"Please don't act like you didn't do anything wrong. Don’t use secondary gender as an excuse. Cheating is still cheating. You have no right to justify it, It's disgusting. If you don't want to go, I will go." I slung my bag. "Oh, and you can consider this over, the friendship and the relationship." I slammed the door, not caring whether they answered or not.

That's the end of the flash back. "I thought… we will be those rare couple that will stay together even after our secondary genders manifest. Seems like the dream ends now.” I smiled mockingly. I…picked up some sign early, the way they looked at each other, the way they spoke to each other. I… want to believe that was not true. Because I tried, I tried hard to become his ideal.

People might have told me it's fine to be just yourself. Better search for another one if he can't accept the way we are. I understand but, even so, I want to make an effort. Loving someone is about compromising after all. In the end, it was no use. And… somewhere deep inside my heart… I feel a little relieved. I… don't need to keep up or make a wasted and unappreciated effort. I might not love him as much as I thought.

Middle school, second year, second semester is the last time I spent my time in my old middle school. Due to my father's job, we moved to Tokyo. I was put in a prestigious school, Rubrum Academy. Where I start over with my new circle of friends and a new love. ~”~

Woman and man, the genders that exist on earth. But research shows that aside from being woman and man, there is a secondary gender. The invention of second gender shed some light to some mysterious cases of human bodily function and personalities. For example, the sudden surge of libido in a certain time and will last for a period of time. Sometimes, it’s so severe that they will attack a random passerby. Or some people getting attacked by not intentionally bumping into their partner. It’s not just simple assault, the victim suffered severe injury. Or sudden strong various smell that made people feel lightheaded. So, researchers start to do intensive research, of course with the consent of people. Fortunately, the calmed down attackers are all cooperative. They described their feelings to the scientists.

Scientists also make research by interviewing some long-lasting married couple and some quickly divorced couple. Long-lasing healthy couple usually have two patterns, either one of the partners comply with their partner’s need or they switch depend on the mood. The quickly divorced couple usually because they refused to compromise with each other, leading to a frequent fight and then divorce. Thus, they finally confirmed the existence of secondary gender.

Those secondary genders are categorized into 3. Alpha, just like the name has suggested, it’s the leader of the pack. People with this trait is usually charismatic and dominating sometimes to the point of arrogant. They have a high leadership skill, easily making other people submit to him, either with charisma or intimidation.

Beta, if the alpha is the leader, then beta is sort of like vice-leader. They have sufficient charisma and leadership skill, but fell a little short compared to an Alpha. Usually, they are in the middle zone of Alpha and Omega, the normal one. They are not dominant or submissive. Or they can be depending on their needs. And Beta is the most common secondary gender in the world.

Lastly, Omega, is described as people who aroused a protective instinct of alpha and beta. They are generally viewed as more submissive, only to their partner. They don’t like conflict, and always try to be a peacemaker.

And lastly, those are only general views of secondary genders, not all omega is submissive. Not all alpha is charismatic and not all beta is normal. Whether the secondary gender is, in the end, human compatibility still depends on their personalities, interaction and compromise.

Though existence of secondary genders is confirmed, it’s not like it affected much of people’s daily life. There are some changes, but not drastic. Secondary genders are developed in their teens, around 14-17. When they fully developed it, a new organ is also developed, a scent gland. And heightened sense of smell. And the cycle of heat. Whether you are alpha, beta, omega or gamma. Well, whatever your main gender or secondary gender are, you will have a heat cycle. It’s usually fully manifest when you are 20. There are some cases that it manifests earlier than usual, but it’s always after the secondary gender is fully developed.

Heightened sense of smell is not an ability that can track people. It's more like people can smell their body pheromone when they are in close proximity, the maximum radius is only 2 m, just to that extent.

Heat cycle is very consistent, it's once a month. The period of heat cycle is usually 3 days. There won’t be any affect in your daily life. There’s already a law that allow 3 days off when your heat cycle hits. The changes that were mentioned above include this. After the heat cycle is fully manifested, you usually need a partner… well, if you judge you don’t need one is okay too.

So, for the partner thingy. Most people after manifest their secondary gender will submit their id card to a matchmaking consultation. There, they will have an expert to find them a partner, usually a month or two months before their birthday, just like blind dates. Because the heat cycle will manifest 1 to 3 days after their 20th birthday. If their partner matches with each other, they will most likely get married at a later time. Most married couples will say their partner has a very pleasing smell, this is very subjective. I am certain no one will say their own partner smells bad after all.

Though this can be used as a reference. Scientists have made some research according to this theory. They first have a few couples smell a belonging to one that is not their partner. The result 65% said those belongings smell bad, 35% said they didn’t smell good or smell bad. And then they did another test, having single group of people divided to male and female and have they smell their counterpart belongings. The result 65% didn’t have the same opinion, while the male A might say female A smell good, female A might not say the male A smell good. 20% with the same bad opinion and 15% with the same good opinion.

Again, they put male and female with the same good opinion of their smell in a blind date. Some couples with the same bad opinion. And lastly, some couples with the same bad opinion. The result, 25% with different opinion get along very well, some even become a couple at the end of bind date. 5% with the same bad opinion managed to last until the end of blind date, but didn’t have any interaction. And 8% with the same good opinion become couples at the end.

In conclusion, having smelling good smell coming from other people doesn’t mean they are automatically your destined partner.

And this doesn’t matter if they homo or hetero, the existence of secondary genders actually make society is more open to same sex couple. So, many businesses like this are booming like there’s no tomorrow. They boasted a 100% rate in finding your future partner.

And the last change is a mating mark. Like the name suggests, a mark that is proof they are mates. It's not required to have a mating mark, but most people do to show their loyalty to each other. Mating mark can be given after your secondary gender has developed and determined. This is no small matter, because the mating mark is very restrictive. Any person who has received mating mark will become more territorial of their partner. Some even find it repulsive to have another people approaching them. And when your hit cycle hits, you can only have your partner with your mating mark, if you already have one to claim you. Or else, nothing will work, not even suppressant pill.

Fortunately, we are already at the age where secondary genders have already integrated nicely as part of daily life. Unlike the times when the existence was discovered. It can be said, chaos ensued. A nation almost collapsed due to many misunderstandings of secondary genders. ~”~

"Do you reaaaaallllyyyyy have to go back to your hometown?" A pouty white head whined as he rocked the chair back and forth.

"It can be helped, Satoru. It's a job." I smiled.

"We can just leave it to another team. Why does it have to be you?" The chair stopped with a thump and he towered over me.

"Because it's my hometown? I knew the city better than the other team?" I blinked, amused at his antics.

"Technology has advanced so much. We could just use a map." He snorted.

"Are you worried?"

"Worried? Why would I?" He turned his head away, obviously averting his eyes.

"Thank you, Satoru." I smiled lightly. "Look at me please."

Satoru very slowly and reluctantly turns to me. I wrap my hands around his head and pull his forehead to mine. "Don't worry. Nothing will happen to me. And I will never choose him over you. Rest assured." I closed my eyes as I spoke.

"I am not worried about you choosing him over me. I am obviously way better than him. Why would you choose him over me? If you are, then your head has some problem." He pulled me closer as he wrapped his long limbs around my waist.

"It's not like I will stay there forever. Just for a few months in the name of exchange study program." I smiled. "I am just sent to scout."

"But still."

"Satoru." I pressed my lips onto his soft one. "I will call you."

"Video call."

"Yes."

"Every night for 3 hours."

"Okay."

"Then, I will give you permission to leave my side for a few months." He pouted like a small child.

"Thank you, Satoru." ~"~

When I moved to my new school. I made a new circle of friends. Most of them have manifested their secondary genders but they don’t change their dynamics that much. It’s just their personalities. And to my surprise, my secondary gender is Alpha. I always thought I will be a Beta actually… not that it matters much. Besides, according to my friends’ opinion, I do act like an Alpha, a quiet alpha temperament.

So an alpha like me getting together with the most alpha-ish alpha like Satoru is a very very rare case. Because Satoru is a very perfect example of a template alpha… to be honest, whether he is alpha, beta or gamma actually no one is as annoying as he is. We started as friends. I know him through my new classmates who became fast friends, Shoko.

We hang out, play, getting roped into his shenanigans and then…one way or another we just end up together. And it was no surprise to the other, they have long predicted this. They even bet how long it will take to get us together. Even after I was revealed as an Alpha, they all have the same reaction. Satoru is a simp for me. He might be template alpha to the others, but in front of me, he is just an omega begging to be spoiled by their partner.

I almost sputtered my drink when I heard this. I… didn’t realize this at all. I might… have spoiled him more… because he always has this cute begging face when he did. And then Satoru said it doesn’t matter whether he is alpha or omega or beta or gamma. He only wants me… even way before my secondary gender manifests. At first, he tried to flaunt his alpha-ish traits, being reliable, charismatic or something along that line and then when it was revealed I was an Alpha, he changed his tactics, to let me spoil him. and, I think I took the bait.

Of course, it was only the start. He did all sort of things behind the scenes and well… I fell in love with him.

And another thing that I found out after I was transferred here is Rubrum Academy is the headquarters of a government organization that combat extraterrestrial lifeforms which we gave the name witch and familiars.

They are called witches due to their likeliness to human women. They have intelligence and can communicate with each other using their own language, which we call a song. Because it really looks like they were singing. And familiars because they are beast-like lifeforms with very low intelligence.

These extraterrestrial lifeforms have abducted people from earth to their plane. Scientists said they were abducting humans to seek their life force. To awaken their one and only Queen. To be honest, there are still a lot of questions about them. For example, why do they need to abduct humans? How they managed to tear a space open. Tearing a space requires astronomical energy. But they can do it with ease. Especially witches. And what is their purpose after they awakened their Queen? World domination? This is the most plausible conclusion we draw. And not to mention, during the last biggest raid in Rubrum Academy, when we were in our third year of middle school. We managed to wound the almost awakened Queen, only the hand and boy it was a gigantic hand and put her to sleep again.

My father is one of the scientists that worked in government. And I also exhibit some potential in being a hunter, a name we gave to the combatant. Thus the transfer. Anyway, whether it’s my daily life or love life. I am very fulfilled. As for our conversation just now is because a new command I have received. The spirited away rate in my old hometown is abnormal. Thus, I was briefed to scout and report any clue regarding to this. Given I used to live here, I might be the best choice. ~”~

“I am Hisaki Raika, nice to meet you.” I smiled as I introduced myself.

"Hisaki-san is a Rubrum Academy student exchange from a study exchange program. She will stay here for a few months. Please welcome her." The teacher said. "Any question?"

The students start being noisy, Rubrum Academy is just as popular as the rumor said. "I have question." One student raised her hand.

"Okay, Yanagawa-san."

"What is your secondary gender?"

"It's alpha." I answered and here it comes, gasps of surprise. Female alpha is not that rare, but still uncommon. Because most females are either 20% omega, 70% beta and 10% alpha. While males are 30% alpha, 65% beta and 5% omega.

"Do you already have a partner?"

"...Can I keep that as a secret? I don't really like to talk about my private life." I smiled politely.

"Sorry for prying." She apologized.

"No problem."

"Are there any more questions?"

"Hisaki-san… are you by chance the Hisaki-san that lived here until middle school?" Another boy asked.

"Yes. I moved to Tokyo in my second year of middle school. Until then, I did indeed stay here." I answered.

"As I thought. Hisaki-san, I was your schoolmate. Kitamura from 2-B." He grinned.

"Kitamura…-san… Ah, Kitamura Yuhei-san. It has been a long time."

"Hehehe. I am happy that you still remember." He grinned.

"Okay, Hisaki-san will sit over there. And Kitamura-kun, you will be Hisaki-san's guide for the rest of her stay." Sensei instructed.

"Yes." ~"~

Class 2-C, the class I transferred into. And now it's lunch time. As a transfer student with a different uniform, I stick out like a sore thumb. I almost fail to have my lunch of not for Kitamura-san's nice save.

"I am glad I can have my lunch before it ends." I laughed.

"Hahaha. Hisaki-san sure is popular. Well, we are really excited that someone from Rubrum Academy came here. Who would've thought it's Hisaki-san. You did disappear suddenly that time…Ah, sorry!!" He apologized.

"There's nothing to apologize for. I was hesitant to transfer or not, that's why I didn't say anything. Then, a lot happened, so I decided to transfer at the last minute." I said.

"...Is it because of the break up…?"

"Hm?" I tilted my head.

"Ah, no. You see, after you moved away, there was a rumor about your break up with Yanagizawa. The rumor said you can't accept the fact that Yanagizawa and Takemura-san are partner and you raised a hell of storm…" He trailed off.

"Is that so?" I blinked.

"Is that really true?" He asked.

"What do you think?" I asked back.

"Well… I don't think Hisaki-san is the type to do that. I might not know you very well. At the very least, from what I have seen, I think like that." He spoke.

"Did they say anything?"

"You mean Yanagizawa and Takemura-san. Not really, all they say was it's their fault and not to blame you." He answered.

Amused expressions etched to my face. They truly didn't say anything except misleading everyone. "Yanagizawa-san cheated on me."

"WHAT?!"

"They said they are partners, but he should break up with me first before getting together with each other. Instead, they went out behind my back while Yanagizawa-san was still in a relationship with me. If that's not cheating, I don't know what is."

"What?! He did?!!!! What a scum!!!" He scolded. "No wonder you moved out just like that. If I were you, I would have done the same. And gave him a few punches before that."

"You believe me?" I blinked.

"It's a lie?!"

"It's not." I shook my head.

"Then I believe in you." He nodded. "Let's have them clear up the misunderstanding. Yanagizawa and Takemura-san are also enrolled here."

"There's no need. It's already in the past. Even you said it now, no one will believe it."

"But, it's not fair that you got wronged."

"Thank you. But it's fine. Let them think whatever they want. I do not care. Thanks to them, I met wonderful people in my new school. When you fully trust someone, you will either get people for life or lessons for life. I have experienced them all." I smiled.

"..."

"What's wrong?" I titled my head at his dazed expression.

"Ah! No! It's nothing! I think I know why you are alpha." He quickly covered his face with his hands.

"I see?" I blinked. ~"~

Few days later news of my return spread amongst old classmates. Most of them have visited me at lunch time to catch up a little. Though there are still some that asked about a certain rumor. Apparently, Kitamura-san somehow blabbed about the truth to them, so they come to verify. I just answer truthfully to them.

Now after a week. The main hero, heroine and their entourage finally make their appearances. "Raika-chan." The now older Takemura-san, Yanagizawa-san and my group of friends back in the middle school are already waiting for me in the school gate.

"Long time no see, Takemura-san." I nodded politely.

"Aw, don't be like that, Raika-chan. We are best friends." She pouted.

"Were." I corrected. "We ceased to be best friends or whatever relationship we had 3 years ago. We are not that close. Please refer me to my last name." I said.

Her smile falters a little. "Then is Hisaki-chan okay?"

"I prefer you use another honorifics, but it's okay, I guess." I shrugged. "So, is there something I can help you with, Takemura-san?"

"Hisaki-chan, it's our fault. You don't need to hold a grudge anymore. You can even hit me if it makes you satisfied." Yanagizawa frowned as if saying I was being unreasonable.

"You seem to be mistaking something, Yanagizawa-san." I looked at him. "Do I look angry? I don't hold any grudge on either of you. I will accept your apology now, but that doesn't mean I will become your friend again. If you don't have anything to say, I will take my leave. And please use another honorifics." I walked pass them.

"Wa-wait, Hisaki-chan."

"Yes?"

"We are going to karaoke together. Do you want to go? We can also catch up a lot. I heard you are attending Rubrum Academy. Amazing! I want to listen a lot about that." She smiled.

"Sorry, I already have an appointment. But my after-school time is already reserved."

"Then, I will come to get you tomorrow." She smiled. ~"~

Coming back right to my temporary abode, I reorganized some facts that I managed to get this week. There is an urban legend. If you go to a certain place at a certain time on a certain day, you will be spirited away. The most legit lead I have. I will have to scout tonight. But right now, I put on a video call with Satoru.

"Rai-chan~~~~~" His whiny voice came out as soon as we were connected.

"Good evening, Satoru." I smiled.

"I am so lonely."

"Be patient."

"I can't." He sobbed.

"Don't be so needy." I rolled my eyes.

"Because Rai-chan didn't give me my daily hug. I can't even smell your scent in my body anymore." He pouted.

"I gave you my blanket."

"It's not strong enough."

"I did imprint my scent on you."

"It's starting to fade."

"...But you said you gave me permission."

"...I don't know it's this unbearable. If I have known, I won't let you go."

No, this had nothing to do with secondary gender. It's just Satoru being needy and whiny and clingy.

"Be good, Satoru. When I come back, I will let you cuddle me all day."

"...really?"

"Really." I nodded.

"...okay…" He nodded.

"I will tell the dorm leader to have you sleep in my room."

"You will?" His eyes lit up.

"Yes."

"I am going to pack now."

"Oh, should I hang up?" I teased.

"No!!! I still want to talk." Came the reply. "Do you know…" So we continued chatting while he packed his things. Most of the chat just him complaining how lonely he is, how dreadful Suguru and Nanamin are. Maki, Nobara, Shoko and Tsumiki keep showing off their partner to him. Yuuji didn't get his jokes, while Megumi just straight up ignored him.

…Now that they have pointed it out. He does seem like an omega is to their partner. Maybe it's because he is Satoru?

"Rai-chan, you can't think of another man while I am with you. I will be so jealous that I might have just locked you up and kill whoever inside your mind now."

"But I am thinking about you." I answered honestly.

"Oh…" A pinkish tint appeared on his cheeks. He was so caught off guard that he didn't make a comeback as usual. "What a coincidence, I am also thinking about you too. I always think about you." He grinned as he stroke the tribal tattoo like mark on his right side of neck. The same mark is also on my left neck which I covered up with make up in school, to avoid troublesome questions.

"Have you finished packing?"

"Yep."

"Then I will call the dorm leader. I will call again after you settle down in my room."

"Okay." He nodded quickly.

Dorm leader agreed as long as he didn't set foot in another place that is not my room or cafeteria. It didn't take long to convince her since alpha Satoru becomes omega Satoru to his alpha Raika is pretty much an open secret to everyone in Rubrum Academy.

Another call from Satoru is here again. "Rai-chan."

"Have you settled down?"

"I have. Smells like you. Want to stay here forever." He took a deep breath to take in my scent.

"The bed is too small to accommodate two people."

"Let's change to a bigger bed."

"Let's not do that. The school will scold us." I sweatdropped.

"When we get into college, let’s have a bigger room for the two of us and of course a bigger bed." He pouted. "And then we can lay there all day cuddling."

“But I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” I smiled. “I don’t even know that if we are going into the same college and it’s still 2 more years?” I giggled. Then I see his jaw is hanging down as he gapes. "Satoru?"

"Noooo!!! Rai-chan, move in with me! We will go to the same college too!” He cried out.

“Eeehh? I wonder about that?” I knitted my brows in fake thinking pose. “What should I do?”

“Rai-chan~~~”

"Why don't you beg?" I smiled with a commanding tone.

His breath hitches at my tone. "Ra…Rai-chan… want… want to stay with you, please… need you…" His eyes watered as he spoke with a desperate tone. "...please…"

"Good boy. I will ask permission from my father later."

“Re…really?”

“Yep, really.” I nodded

"Th…thank you…" His pretty smile bloomed. ~"~

When the clock strikes 11 at night, I donned up my gear. Just the black version of our school uniform but without school emblem. Instead, there’s a button indicating we are student of Rubrum Academy and a function to camouflage my scent. I grab my chosen weapon, an ootachi. The height of it is even taller than me, but I still can swing it like there’s no tomorrow. So, it’s not a problem at all. now, off I go.

The place that the urban legend said is a park near the center of the town. A certain day and a certain time, they have to be Wednesday and midnight. And today is Thursday, but I don’t think what day matter at all. They are witches and familiars we are talking about. I put on a goggle vision that will allow me to see whether there’s disturbance in the space and if there’s witch or familiar nearby.

“Kyaaaaa!!!!”

“Himeka!!!”

“…I am just trying to do my mission, but I met annoyance instead.” I sighed, pitying my luck. But my goggle gives me a reaction. “A familiar.” I who have been standing on a lamp post quickly jump to another one until I arrived at the crime scene. I see 2 familiars are chasing 2 people. “Ha…” I exhaled. Half having the mid of leaving these two being abducted, but then against it. So, even if it’s annoying, I still save them….half-heartedly.

“Wh-who are you… wh-what’s that thing? Wh-what are you going to do with u-us…” He stuttered, standing in front of Takemura-san who is peeking behind him, clutching his uniform sleeves and is forever having her watery eyes. I roll my eyes at them and then jump back to the lamp post and go back to my abode. I don’t think they will leave there anytime soon. So, it’s a waste of a time waiting for them to disappear. ~”~

Next day, I go to school like usual. “Good morning, Hisaki-san.”

“Good morning, Kitamura-san.” I greeted.

“Have you heard the latest gossip?”

“Gossip? What kind?”

“Apparently yesterday Takemura-san and Yanagizawa-kun were attacked by some sort of monsters. Those two were trying to investigate that famous spirited away urban legend.” He whispered.

“Attacked? Monsters?”

“Right. I am sure they are just saying that for attention.” He snorted. “There’s no way that monsters exist. Tsk tsk tsk. They become more and more despicable. I wonder why those two still stuck with them.” He clicked his tongue.

“You mean Kurokawa-san and Kunnugi-san? Well, because they are best friends?” I blinked. “They are betas, right? Takemura-san is a template omega, you know. One look at her will arouse any protective instinct of normal human being.” I blinked.

“…Will you?”

“Do I look like someone who has any protective instinct to her?” I raised my brows, amused.

“I guess not.” He laughed.

“How about you, Kitamura-san?”

“Hmm… I don’t. I don’t dislike her nor like her. Moreover, after listening how they treat you made my impression of her turned worse.” He said.

Our class is also buzzing with this new gossip. “That’s just a load of bull.” Kitamura-san rolled his eyes. “If they were truly attacked, they should have just reported to the police. Why bother saying it now? And you think they can escape without any injury if they were attacked?”

Kitamura-san’s reasoning seems to make sense for them. And they also begin to lean more into Kitamura-san. “Think carefully, why a couple go to a park at dead of night. If not doing something that should not be seen.”

“…Why are you so against them anyway? Did Takemura reject you or what?” One of the students asked suddenly.

“That…” Kitamura-san looked at me. I just smile and nod my head.

“Why are you looking at Hisaki-san?”

“Don’t tell me this involved Hisaki-san?” Female student A gasped and the whole class got rowdy.

“A rectangle love?”

“Is this related why you suddenly moved back then?” Female students B looked at me.

“A little.” I smiled.

“What? What? What? We are curious! Can you tell us?”

“I don’t really mind. It’s all in the past anyway.” I answered. “Then, Kitamura-san, please go ahead.”

“Hehehe. Now, let me tell you this story.” He grinned as he narrated the story of my first love.

By the end of the story, they are all ahh'ed and ooh'ed and finally understand why I take such a stance against them. Suddenly, I am the baby of the class. I mean sure, I am a little bit shorter. Everyone suddenly crowds around me, some are patting my head, some are speaking some encouragement words, some even said they will chase her away the next time she comes here.

“Let’s not go that far, okay? There’s no need for you all to trouble yourselves like that. But I appreciate your thought.” I laughed lightly.

“…” They suddenly in a daze.

“What’s wrong?” I blinked.

“No, we just finally realized why you are an alpha.” They said in unison. By lunch time, everyone already knows about my past involvement with them. The power of technology and internet are so scary. And now, two angry beta females are glaring at me.

“Why are you spreading false rumor?” Kunnugi-san growled.

“False rumor? I did nothing of such.” I blinked.

“Don’t play dumb! You told people that Himeka stole your boyfriend! Who do you think you are! Just because you are jealous of Himeka, you did that despicable thing!” Kurokawa-san slammed my desk.

“You got it wrong.” I sighed. “I have never once said Takemura-san stole my former boyfriend. What I said was only the truth, it’s Yanagizawa-san cheated on me with my best friend. I never once said it’s Takemura-san that started the whole thing? Or did she?” My voice lowered.

“Of course she didn’t!” Kunnugi-san retorted.

“Then, it’s no problem. All of the students here also heard it’s Yanagizawa that cheated, not Takemura-san stole. Was that right, everyone?”

“Yes. That’s true. We all heard that it’s Yanagizawa-kun got together with Takemura-san behind Hisaki-san’s back. No one said it’s Takemura-san stole her boyfriend.” All of my classmates nodded, agreeing with me.

“I do not know who started twisted the truth. If you want to search the culprit, it’s best to trace the rumor. Not come to me.” I yawned.

“Even so!” Kunnugi-san yelled. “Even if Yanagizawa-kun got together behind your back, what right do you have?! They are partner, of course it’s natural they got together! If you want to blame, blame yourself for not being his partner! You don’t need to slander them!”

“Oh? Well… Yanagizawa-san did say they were sure they were partner by smell alone. Yes, if they are partners. It’s natural that they got together. I just didn’t understand why he chose that kind of method to break up, rather than make a clean break with me. If you were on my place. What would you think? Having your then best friend and then boyfriend dated behind your back, while you two were having a relationship? Don’t use secondary gender as an excuse. Human is high intelligence animal. They should be able to think the consequence of their own action. Human relationship is not based on how good they smell. It’s interaction and compromise.” I sighed. “If it’s only based on how good they smell. Then half of the male students back in our middle school is Takemura-san’s partner then. They all said she smells good.”

Kitamura-san bursts out in laughter at that. “Indeed. That will be the very case. Don’t justify cheating by using secondary gender as excuse. If they were so-called destined partner, why didn’t Yanagizawa like Takemura from the start. I heard you all meet him few days right after Hisaki-san got together with him. At that time, he didn’t have any reaction. Rather, he is very devoted to Hisaki-san. He started acting weird after they got their secondary genders.” He snickered nastily.

“Uwaa… the worst. So he judge people based on their scent? So creepy. Besides, scent is very subjective thing. If you don’t like someone, of course you find their scent repulsing.” Female Student D shuddered.

“Then, does that mean he was waiting for Hisaki-san’s secondary gender manifested and judge who smells better?” Female Student F questioned.

“I heard Hisaki-san is a late bloomer. Her secondary gender manifested at 15, almost 16. Maybe he didn’t have the patience anymore?” Male student A added.

“Scary… what a scum…” They murmured.

“You all!”

“Hisaki-chan!” Our classroom door slid open for the second time. A watery expression Takemura-san walked to my table. “Hisaki-chan, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t like Hibiki-kun. You can hate me all you want. But please don’t slander Hibiki-kun.” She sobbed.

“I didn’t slander him. I only said the truth. He was cheating on me. No matter what the reason. If you still feel he is not cheating. Why don’t we ask all other people in the internet anonymously. Let them judge whether he was cheating or not.” I smiled maliciously.

“No… Please don’t.” She shook her head pitifully. “Hibiki-kun was just didn’t know to bring it up without hurting you.”

“Oh? You sure about that? All I saw was how happy he looked like while spending time with you right after he told me he was busy.” I smirked wider.

“That’s…” Her eyes widened.

“Did you know? I knew you two were having an affair even before you two told me. Some of nice classmates told me. But I wanted to believe in you two. I keep praying you two would bring it up yourself and cleared your names. But you didn’t. instead, the time he got busier increase. Even though he doesn’t have club practice. How weird.” I giggled. “I was in denial. Until you two snapped me back to reality by justifying cheating saying you two were partner, soulmates or whatever.”

“I…” Her tears drop like crystals.

“But I am very much thankful to the two of you. No, to all of you.” I looked at them. “Thanks to you, I learned a lesson for life.” I smiled.

“Hi…saki…-chan…” She hiccupped.

“Himeka!!!” It’s the third time for today, I pray the door won’t be broken. His eyes widens at the sight of his crying girlfriend. “You…” He stomped to me. “What did you do to her?!” He roared.

“Oi, Yanagizawa. Don’t go too far!” Kitamura-san got up from his desk.

“Shut up!” He bellowed. “This has nothing to do with you!” He then turns to me again. “What did you do to Himeka?” He growled. “You better speak or…”

“Or what?” I taunted. “What are you going to do?” I rested my chin on the back of my propped up hands, eyes narrowing slightly.

“I will do this.” He gritted his teeth and grabbed my collar pulling me out of my desk. “Speak!” He glared.

“Oi! Yanagizawa!” Kitamura-san walked to us.

“Don’t worry, Kitamura-san. Don’t come any closer or you will get caught in this.” I said, eyes shining brighter than usual. I grab his hand and twist it away like it’s nothing. “Don’t touch me. You are filthy.”

“You!” He lunged to me.

“You better stop it if you want to stay forever cool in your beloved eyes.” I rolled my eyes and dodge the very easy attack and swiped his feet, making him tumble down magnificently.

“What’s happening?!” Sensei roared. Someone apparently reported our fight. And now we are in principal office. I narrated the story but their version includes how I make Takemura-san cried and how I spread nasty rumor about them, and how Yanagizawa-san stepped in to defend his girlfriend’s innocence.

“I see. I understood the problem. But Yanagizawa-kun, you raised your hand first. No matter what’s the reason, violence is not allowed. You will be punished, suspended for 4 days. Is that clear?”

“Yes…” Yanagizawa hung his head.

“Sorry, Hibiki-kun… because of me…”

“It’s fine.” He assured her.

“And, Hisaki-kun.” He turned to me.

“Just because you are a exchange student from prestigious school, that doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want. Slandering people is not a good conduct. I believe it’s just a misunderstanding.” He sighed.

“With all due respect sir. I did tell an old story of mine to my classmate, but I didn’t twist the truth. I do not know who changes the content and uses that to slander Takemura-san. And frankly, I do not care. It was all in the past. It has nothing to do with me.” I shrugged.

“…Then, you shouldn’t tell that story of yours.”

“My classmates asked me, I figured it was just an old story anyway and won’t do any harm. It’s just a story about me being heartbroken by Yanagizawa-san. That’s all. And I want to get along with everyone since we have a sharing story session.” I replied.

“Fine. Hisaki-kun, I know it’s a self defense, but you also provoked Yanagizawa-kun. You will be suspended for 2 days and I will have to tell your school about this.”

“Understood.”

“Now go back to the class.” He sighed, rubbing his temple. ~”~

“Are you okay, Hisaki-san?” Kitamura-san asked worriedly. He has been waiting outside the office.

“Yes. I will be okay. I just got suspended by 2 days and they will report this to my school.” I nodded.

“You are not okay at all.” He cried.

“No problem. I am glad you didn’t meddle or you will get punishment too.” I laughed.

“But it’s not fair. You were only doing self-defense.” He grumbled. “And, your uniform…” He sighed, referring to my in not so good state uniform. The collar has been pulled forcefully that it become a little loose. The buttons are also popped out broken, only the first two, so it didn’t show much, but my collarbone. “Here.” He offered me his blazer.

“No, someone will be fussy if I have other people’s scent. Don’t worry, I still have my track suit. I will change to that.” I declined his offer.

“You…have a partner?”

“Yes. But keep this a secret for now.” I grinned.

“Roger.” He laughed. He has a feeling he will have a good laugh later. Then, I change into track suit and continue my lesson. ~”~

“Rai-chan~~~~” This is what happened every time after the video call connected. Satoru is wrapping himself with my blanket and hug my pillow.

“You fit in nicely, Satoru.” I giggled. “You are not in my room, how rare.” I commented.

“We are here too, Rai-chan.” I heard Shoko’s voice and the angle changed showing all of my friends and kouhais together.

“Everyone, long time no see. It’s only 2 weeks though.” I waved to them.

“I heard you requested new uniform? What happened?” Suguru asked.

“The news spread fast. I just barely finished the call about that.” I sweatdropped.

“I was there at that time. Did you meet horde of familiars or witches?” Megumi inquired.

“Really? Are you okay, Rai-chan?” Tsumiki quickly quipped in.

“Don’t worry. There was horde of low class familiars. They weren’t enough to tear my uniform, this is because…” I told them about the accident and how I got suspended. Right after I finished, Satoru stood up and then there’s chaos.

“Wait, Satoru!”

“You are seriously going there? Right now?”

“There are no more train.”

“I don’t care!” He practically roared. “How dare he, how dare he!”

“Satoru.” I called. “Sit.”

“Rai-chan…” He gave me a kiity eyes. I can see the ears flattened and tail tucked in between his legs.

“Don’t be hasty. Sit down first.” I said again.

“…yes…” He sat back down and curled himself with my blanket and pillow again.

“Amazing as always.” Yuuji blinked.

“Bizarre as always you mean.” Megumi sighed.

“I have reported my findings to principal. Indeed, the number of the familiars are abnormally large. They might have sent you guys soon. So wait until then, okay Satoru?”

“Okay, I hope the quicker the better. Need to scent Rai-chan soon. He mumbled. We then chat about anything, the usual mundane thing and I continue my work at night, exterminating familiars. Until now, there is still no witch spotted. But I have a feeling one will pop out soon. ~”~

Since I have been suspended for 2 days, I didn't do anything except enjoy my free time. Principal Yaga has called me to assure me, there will be no problem at all and to just enjoy my free time or collect more information on familiars.

This is what I will do. Going out to town to take a walk, while keeping my ears open on new urban legends. Or anything that might be related. So far, the most famous one is still in that central park. What a coincidence tomorrow is Wednesday. Let's try it out.

I spend the whole day dilly-dallying until the school is over and back to the house, video calling Satoru.

The next night, again donning the black uniform and vision goggles, I checked out the central park.

The park is more eerie than usual. There's no sign of life, not even a small animal. My goggle hasn't picked up anything yet, but my feeling told me something is here.

A faint song entered my ears. "Bingo." I grinned as I sped through the park, avoiding anything that can produce a sound. I stopped short and hid myself behind a tree when I finally found them. A horde of familiars and a witch. The witch is communicating with those low intelligence beasts and then produces a barrier.

'Uh oh.' A warning bell rang inside my head. If I am trapped in a barrier, I will be instantly found out. The caster can sense everything that is inside the barrier. I make a mad dash to the outside, hopefully out of her range. I panted roughly as I just barely got out of it.

"Need to report this quickly." I murmured and pulled out my phone. My team will come here as first part of reinforcement. Which means, Satoru is coming. ~"~

Satoru has been hugging me ever since he arrived and refusing to let go. The first thing he did right after meeting me was scenting me. He will whine if I pull away so I let him be for now. "How do you feel having a bear crushing you?" Shoko snickered.

"Very heavy." I answered dryly.

"I am not a bear."

"You are a teddy bear."

"Okay, I am a teddy bear."

“…” Shoko and Suguru looked at how quick he changed his stance.

"So we are going to check later?" Suguru asked.

"Not today, let's do it tomorrow. You guys have just travelled here. Rest up, we will do it tomorrow. We most likely have to fight hordes of familiars. Right now, I only spotted one witch. I am not sure if there are more hiding away.

"Okay, I will have my shikigamis to collect more information." Suguru nodded and pulled out human-shaped papers. "Go and become my eyes and ears." He commanded. Those papers then flew outside of the apartment.

"Where will you guys stay?"

"Next you." Shoko grinned.

"I will stay here." Satoru tightened his hold.

"Yeah. We didn't count you when we rented the rooms." Shoko said, rolling her eyes.

"Is that so? Then, let's eat outside. I found this cozy new cafe. It matches our taste. We can have private rooms too. Lest you know his alpha pheromone attracts annoying bees."

"No, I think his omega-ish attitude makes him even more confusing and more annoying bees are coming for him. So yes, we would like a private room."

"I am not annoying."

"Yes you are." Shoko and Suguru deadpanned.

"Rai-chan~" He looked at me.

"Satoru is cute." I smiled. His smile also blossomed. "But I don't like it if you attract annoying bees."

"I won't. I promise, I won't. I don't even want other people approaching me. They are going to make your scent go away. I don't like it." He shook his head vehemently.

"Then you better stick to me all the time."

"Of course. Nothing is better than that."

"...Don't forget we are here too." Suguru sighed.

The four of us then have a nice meal in a private room. And yes, we do get weird looks. It's like they were trying to determine whether Satoru is an alpha or omega. His scent is clearly an alpha, but he acts like an omega. Though it's said that not all alpha is dominant. Most of the alphas they have met are like that. They must also have realized that I am also an alpha. Alpha couple is the rarest couple. Because they usually clash with each other. But then again, people's relationships are not completely determined by their secondary genders, so they didn't let their stares linger too long.

"Actually, I think most people in Tokyo have somehow got used to how Satoru is like this, so when we get the weird stares it kind of feels refreshing…?" Shoko started to question her sanity now.

"I know right. Even I feel it is a little refreshing." Suguru agreed.

"Satoru, order."

"Yes." Satoru quickly pushed a bell implanted on the table to call for a waiter and then proceeded to list every menu that fits my taste.

"If other alphas see him like that, they will mock him as pathetic." Suguru laughed.

"And then got demolished by said pathetic alpha." ~”~

“Here are your orders.” The waiter is back with our orders.

“Thank you.” I smiled politely.

“Please do enjoy.” He then left the room.

“Satoru, feed me.” Overjoyous Satoru quickly picked some dishes and put them on a plate then slowly fed them to me.

“This alpha power couple really doesn't shy away from PDA.” Shoko sweatdropped.

“Acting shy will only encourage some idiotic people to push their already pathetic luck.” I answered as I munched my food.

“And you were surprised when you came out as an alpha.” Suguru sweatdropped. They then told me any interesting news from school no, they were complaining how annoying Satoru was. He was annoying even before meeting me, getting a little more annoying after meeting me and becoming much more annoying when I am not at his side.

As for the source of their problem is floating in cloud nine being fed by me. In short, he didn’t hear anything they said. Or he most likely filtered out anything they said. After a meal, we decided to walk around in the garden not far from here to help us digest food. ~"~

The next day, I am back at school. While Satoru and the others already got permission to leave for a week. Until we complete our mission here.

So here I am, surrounded by my classmates again. After the whole ordeal, my classmates are all completely on my side. Takemura-san and Yanagizawa-san's reputation took a hit. Though no one say it out loud, sometimes they whisper to each other when she is there. Actually, I am in the same situation. There are some believe I am still madly in love with Yanagizawa-san and are doing everything in my power to break them up.

"...Their nose must be clogged." My classmates shook their heads.

"Yeah… They didn't know there's already another smell on Hisaki-san. A scent of dangerous alpha at that." Another lamented.

"No wonder Hisaki-san is thankful for them. She already has another partner. And a strong one at that." Another added.

"We will definitely have a good laugh at them later. I can feel it." They broke into laughter.

"When that time comes, we better get our video camera ready."

"Don't worry. My old man is a pro. I will ask him to lend me one."

"Huehuehue." They cackled evilly.

It's decided that we will have a celebration for me after school. They even have booked the cafe we are going to. Only I didn't know anything. But I do appreciate their effort so I went along with them.

We talked, nah they gossiped how does my partner a.k.a Satoru looks like. All I give them is the hint of him wearing round sunglasses. We only booked part of the cafe. So regular guests are still here. And we take care not to be too loud.

Apparently there's another group that booked the cafe too. Their table will be beside us. "Welcome."

"We came here for the reservation we made. On Gojo's name." A very familiar voice said. I look at the entrance and see Shoko smiles while pointing to Satoru secretly. Satoru looks absolutely disinterested and left all the talking to Suguru… until he spots me. His eyes lit up like Christmas tree, but was elbowed by Nobara. Satoru might not notice it, but when he looks so disinterested, that is when he looks the most handsome, according to strangers. Though, I like all of Satoru. I mean rather than handsome, I will say Satoru is on the cute side.

"Ah, it's R-" Megumi quickly clamped Yuuji’s mouth shut. While Nanamin is looking like he wants to just leave the whole group and go home.

"Wow, they are so good looking, I wonder which one is alpha?" My classmates whispered.

"I feel like all of them look like alpha."

"Why can't we smell their scent?"

"They must be taking a medicine to suppress it. But my guess the tallest one is alpha. He is exuding the whole demeanor of a template alpha."

"I think so too. If they are all alpha, it's a wonder why they didn't get into a fight."

"Well, their personalities match? I mean just because they are alphas, doesn't mean they will literally start fight when they meet with another alpha."

"While it is true most alphas are all prefer to be alone, or having a group to lead. Not all of them are like that. If all of them are alpha, then they must be in the odd side of alpha."

"Nah, I doubt it. I bet the tallest guy is the alpha, the rest is beta. Template alpha is very hot-headed. They want to be number one."

I can't deny that. It's true that we are all oddities. They took the tables beside us. They are eye catching, because they are a group of alphas and all bishounen and bishoujo. Our group are entranced by them. Can't be helped, they are just that good-looking. Satoru even positioned himself so he sits in the most outer part, the closest one to me. See, how cute he is when he is trying hard to get my attention.

"Are we going to stare them the whole day? I thought we are going to celebrate?" I teased.

"Eh? Ah…" They finally snapped back to reality and cleared their throats, shaking their head to clear the blush. They continue to gossip again about how they think Satoru looks like.

While the other table are silently watching what kind of random act that Satoru will do. Much to their surprise, Satoru did nothing more than stealthily linking his long pinky into mine, while pretending not to see but keep glancing at me secretly. The whole table snorts and boos him. The loudest one being Shoko and Suguru.

They also trying to hold their laughter when they heard my classmates description of Satoru. They even add little something or correct something amongst themselves.

I got a text from Shoko showing Satoru's mark is covered. 'What a naughty boy he is.' I raised my brow and continue reading it. Apparently, Satoru has this idea to seduce me once more. 'How cute. Let's see how much effort he put in then.'

"Hisaki-san, please give us another hint aside from sunglasses." They pouted.

"Okay." I withdrew my pinky and put my hand on the straw, drinking my beverage. Satoru looks like he wants to pout to me, but hesitated. He was at loss. "He has black hair." I started and the table beside me are trying their hardest to stop laughing. "His eyes so deep and dark like night veil." When I finished describing someone that is total opposite of Satoru in appearance only. My classmates are trying to piece them together.

Our neighbors are torn between to laugh or pity him. Satoru's expression is so cute. He looks like he is going to burst into tears. He looks at me, opening his mouth and then closing it again. Not sure what to say. I mouth a naughty boy to him and point to his neck, smirking. He looks like a deer caught in the headlight, his head hanging down pitifully. I text Shoko to tell Satoru that I am looking forward how he will seduce me away from my imaginary partner.

Shoko shows that to him and he quickly regains his confidence. He looks like a small kitty puffs his chest to look bigger. He then keeps staring at me, throwing winks and smirks, but I didn't heed it. I am just chatting away how wonderful my partner is. My classmates must have caught on that our neighbor alpha is trying to flirt with me.

They even whisper in my ear. But I told them not to care, because I already have a wonderful partner. By the time we have finished our celebration, Satoru didn't even manage to get a word out from my mouth. Even my classmates are starting to pity him and urge me to say something. Even a rejection is okay. But nope, I still didn't say anything. ~"~

"Rai-chan~~~~" He hugged me tightly, refusing to let go.

"I want to sleep, Satoru."

"But you didn't talk to me today, let alone looking at me. I am so lonely."

"Oh? I thought you said you will never cover up your mark no matter what?" I smiled.

"That's… I just…want Rai-chan's attention." He mumbled, playing with my fingers.

"Do I not give you enough attention?" I pressed.

"I…I am jealous!" He suddenly admitted. "I know Rai-chan covered the mark to avoid unnecessary attention from your former friends. But…but… because of that some people still thinking they had a chance to take you away. I don't like that. That's why…"

"I thought you said you are going to seduce me on public again."

"There's that too…. But Rai-chan didn't even look at me, how can I start seducing you?" He pouted.

"You see, Satoru. That is what I will do to any other man that is not you."

"But you just did it to me."

"That's because you are being naughty. Covering your mark like that. Did you see how many people are looking at your way, wanting to devour you?" I hissed. I feel irritated every time I remember it. how dare they look at mine like that.

"...Sorry… Rai-chan… I didn't mean to make you angry. I am sorry. Please don't get mad."

"I am tired. I want to sleep." I slid down inside the cover.

"Rai-chan, I am sorry. Please forgive me. I won't ever cover my mark again. I promise." He knelt on the floor.

"Promise?" I scowled.

"Promise." He grinned happily. "I won't ever cover up my mark or else I will have to feel Rai-chan's wrath." He raised his hand and made an oath.

"Okay, then. Come here, I am cold."

"Right away." He dived into the cover, pulling me to his chest, humming a random tune. He then easily lulled me to sleep. ~"~

"Are you guys in position?" My ear piece that served as communication device, called RAID transmitted Nanamin's voice.

"I am." I answered. Then chorus of okay and in position followed.

"Let's get this thing quickly so I can cuddle with Rai-chan."

"Don't speak unnecessary thing using RAID." I sighed.

"...okay…" I can already imagine his pouty face.

A faint song floats down to our ears. "She is coming. Get ready and….NOW!" We jumped out simultaneously to ambush the witch. We have been killing her familiars to reduce their numbers, but as expected she quickly summoned replacement for them.

"Just like we planned. Team A will deal with the witch, team B draw familiars’ attention." Suguru instructed.

"Roger!" ~”~

“This is the last.” Yuuji delivered a finishing blow to the last familiars.

“What a number, is there something so valuable in this town?” Nobara frowned.

“The witch was destroyed. I doubt they will amass this many again in a short time. But this matter is quite concerning. Why would they amass their force here?” Nanamin pushed up his glasses.

“In any case. We will need to report this.” Megumi said. After finishing our report to Yaga-sensei. Yaga-sense told us to come back, another group will be stationed there permanently. With this our mission is officially over. We will go back the day after tomorrow. Yaga-sensei will handle all transfer procedure tomorrow.

“Everyone is nice to me.” I smiled at the thought of my classmates.

“Rai-chan, I am here.” Satoru pouted.

“I am thankful for them for making this exchange more enjoyable. Don’t be so jealous.” I poked his cheek.

“Because Rai-chan can only think of me.” His finger brushed over the mark. Small electricity flows into my body every time he does that.

“Don’t be so cheeky, Satoru.” I pouted, blushing a little.

“I am your cheeky.” He brushed my hair away and pressed a forehead kiss.

I roll my eyes at his soft subtle signal. “Kissing is like this.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Tongues battle for dominance which he lets me win and explore his cavern to my desire. “You better always kiss me like this.” I panted as I pulled back.

“Rai-chan, you are just too adorable.” He chuckled and leaned for another kiss again. ~”~

“And so, Hisaki-san’s student exchange program has come to the end.” Sensei told them.

“Eeeeehhhhh?”

“Hai, please calm down.” Sensei sighed. “But I am happy that you have become friends in such short time.” Sensei smiled at the last part. “Sensei is also happy that Hisaki-san is very cooperative, even though you got suspended.”

“I am very sorry.” I apologized.

“So is that true that you were still madly in love with Yanagizawa-kun?” She whispered.

“Sensei, you think two people in love will have a fight like that?” I sweatdropped. “I do wonder what did I see on him anyway?”

“Sensei, you don’t know the inside story. It’s like this…” She then narrated the whole thing again. The old story from middle school.

“What?! Isn’t that cheating?! How could he do that?!” Even sensei came into the same conclusion. “Well, I do understand that he didn’t know how to bring it up. But he is also wrong for not telling you first. Because relationships doesn’t only involve one person.” Sensei huffed indignantly.

“But I was thankful to them. I am able to meet my current partner thanks to them.” I said.

“Ah, yeah… Hisaki-san.” Sensei called.

“Your current partner…is not some kind of delinquent, right? He smells dangerous.” Sensei spoke.

“No. He is not a delinquent. I can promise you that. He is a little annoying, troublesome, pretentious, eccentric. Not to mention a little narcissistic. But he is cute.” I smiled.

“…I become more worried after you describe him.” Sensei sweatdropped.

“At least his scent keeps some annoying people away.” My classmates giggled.

“We should celebrate today again.” Kitamura-san suggested.

“Ah, sorry today I have an appointment.” I apologized in advance.

“Hoho, are you meeting him?”

“Yes.”

“Hohoho…should we…”

“You will meet him tomorrow.”

“Then we will refrain until tomorrow.” They sighed in defeat. “We will let you two lovebirds have your own time.”

“Hisaki-san, you might think sensei is meddlesome. But do not give your mating mark just yet. I know teenagers will always feel like he is the one, I want to give him everything. But I want you all to think about this long and hard. Mating mark is a no joke.” Sensei said seriously.

“I know, Sensei. Don’t worry.” I assured. ‘Sorry, sensei. My mating mark, I have had given to him long time ago. Just like how he has had given his to me.’

After school, we change into more comfortable and casual clothing and then go out. I am taking Satoru out on a date. I didn’t bother to cover my mark to deter some annoying pushy people. Hands intertwines with each other, I take him to shopping district. That district is crowded as always. There are a lot of food stalls too. We bought one and share it, so we can taste a lot more food.

We have our own little culinary tour. I didn’t know many stores owner still remember me and even give me some freebie because I got a nice boyfriend. Though, we are not complaining. We then finished our last meal in the park bench. “How was it?”

“Date with Rai-chan is always wonderful.”

“I mean the food.”

“It’s sweeter when Rai-chan is feeding me. I like it very much.” He smiled.

“I take that as delicious then.” I giggled.

“There’s more here.” He leaned in and licked something off from the corner of my lip. “The sweetest one.” Glacial blue eyes kept staring at me as he said so. I take that as an invitation to close my eyes and press my lips against his. Kissing with Satoru is of course won’t end with just lips touching. Because he has been trained we have established the fact that he always eager to literally devour my mouth. ~”~

Today is the last day I am in my hometown. I am supposed to go back now, but my classmates want to see me for one last time and exchanging chat id, that’s why I go to school. Satoru and the others will pick me up after they finished packing. They said they will be picking me up on lunch time. Sensei also gave me permission to stay in the class until then.

"Hisaki-chan." Takemura-san called me with her soft voice. It’s the first time she comes alone, usually she will be stuck with Yanagizawa-san or two others.

“You are not welcome here, please go back.” My classmates scoffed at her pretentious attitude.

“I…I just want to ask Hisaki-chan something…Don’t be so mean to me…” Her eyes watered. Her eyes might be really made up from water after all. How can she just will her tears like that. What a frightening kid.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Takemura-san?" I asked.

“You see… yesterday… I saw you…”

“Oh, you saw me have a date with my partner?” I nodded in understanding, no wonder she is here. “So, is there any relation with you?”

“No…It’s just…I don’t know you have a partner…” She fidgeted, trying to act cute. So disgusting.

“Why would I tell you if I have a partner. You are not my friend or something.”

“I thought…we were best friends…” She sniffled.

“Whatever relationships we have had ended 3 years ago. I told you such. You were the only one thinking we were still friends….No, I am certain that you didn’t even think me once as a friends.” I rested my chin on my hand, smirking maliciously.

“I…really think of you as friends even now. That’s why I want to transfer to Rubrum Academy too. I want us to get along like before.”

“Then you can consider the dream is crushed. I don’t know how to get into Rubrum Academy. My father arranged all that to me.” I snorted. “Because I can bet my life, you want to go to Rubrum Academy not to get along with me. But to get along with my new friends and steal them away along with my current partner.” I giggled at her shocked expression. “You know, I keep thinking that you really like my things.”

"People are…not objects."

“But he is so happy being called my thing. What should I do?" I put on a troubled expression. “And when I said my things, I actually didn't refer to him or any of my friends. I refer to many things, literal objects that I gave to you back then because you always say how envious you are. And you won't stop saying it until I give them to you."

"I didn't…" She staggered back.

“Besides why are you here alone? Usually you will stick to Yanagizawa-san like he is your oxygen. What? You come here alone to ask me about how to get into Rubrum Academy right after meeting my partner yesterday. You do know people are not stupid, don't you?" I pressed. The paler she is the happier I am. "Your life-long partner will become so sad that you dump him for another taken man." I taunted.

"Himeka-chan!!" Our classroom's door slammed open. Yanagizawa-san stomps through to my table.

"Hi…Hibiki…" Crystal tear fall down, making her look more pitiful. Truly a perfect visual to invoke any normal humans' protective instinct.

“Your partner has come. Please take her away. We don’t want to repeat another violence. The only difference is this time, I will crush you.” I glared.

“What did you do to Himeka?!" He glared.

"I didn't even lift a finger. You can have the whole class as a witness." I shrugged, feigning ignorance.

"You!" His eyes swept through the classroom. All of the eyes are currently on us.

"Hisaki-san didn't do anything." Kitamura-san was the first one to open his mouth. "Are you okay in the head? Takemura-san was the one came to our classroom, not the other way around." He snorted.

"So, why did Himeka cry?" Yanagizawa barked back.

"How should we know? When Hisaki-san said she didn't know how to get into Rubrum Academy she started crying." Another girl rolled her eyes.

"Rubrum Academy?" He turned to his lover.

"...I just want to stay together with Hisaki-chan. If I made it over there, we might become friends again." She sobbed.

"If you believe her, then you must be a full blown idiot. I wonder what did I see in you? My eyes must be covered in shit." I pity myself in the past crying over an idiot.

"Himeka…Himeka is not like you. This part of you is what I don't like. Even before your secondary gender manifested you were always a control freak. Always planting yourself beside me, monitoring everything I said and do!" He screamed.

"I see." I sighed softly. "I guess it can be seen like that. In any case, it's already in the past after all. I do sincerely wish you two happiness forever. So you two can also sincerely wish me happiness with my current partner." I smiled.

"Let's go, Himeka-chan." Yanagizawa-san dragged the unwilling Takemura-san away.

"He seriously thought like that?" Kitamura-san blinked his eyes bewilderedly.

"He said like that." I smiled.

"Wow, he must be truly blind." Kitamura-san shook his head sighing. "All I see, no I think all people who saw you that time knew how much love you look at him with your eyes. In fact, there were some people even jealous of how he was so lucky getting someone to see him like you." He grinned.

"Thank you. But now, I am fine. I already have a partner. A wonderful partner that appreciates my effort." I thanked him. “It’s time for me to go back. If you come to Tokyo just give me a call. I will guide you to famous hotspots.”

“Will do. And you promised you will let us see your partner.”

“He should be waiting in front gate.”

“What?! Let’s see.” They crowded the windows to take a glimpse on him, while I just walk down to the school gate.

As expected, Satoru came to pick me up. He has been waiting with everyone in the school gate and I think I heard my classmates screamed that he is that alpha from café.

"Rai-chan!" He flew to my side, smothered me into his hug. Gone was his cool appearance. "I am so lonely, Rai-chan. Why didn't you take me to school?" He cried.

'Is that really an alpha? How come he is different from what we saw back then.' Is what my classmates thought.

"Here, good boy." I patted his head. He smiles blissfully while having his head rested on my shoulder and let out small purr.

"It's good?"

"So good." He nosed my neck.

"Ah…Hisaki-chan, it's not nice calling people as 'thing.' A disgusting smell approached us.

"So what?"

"You called your partner a 'thing.' That's very rude." Takemura-san stood there with her cheeks painted red, watery eyes. Her soft doe eyes are looking at my omega-ish alpha.

"I am your thing?" Satoru pulled back and looked at me. Takemura-san looked so happy when Satoru asked me that.

"Yep. You are my thing." I nodded.

"How rude. No one wants to be your partner if you don't treat them right." She huffed.

"Rai-chan." Satoru fidgeted as he played with my fingers. "Can…can you say it again?" He practically has heart eyes.

"You are my thing, understood?" I repeated it again.

"Yes…" His breath hitches. "I am your thing. I am Rai-chan's thing. So happy…I am Rai-chan's thing." He babbled with pink blush dusting his cheeks.

"Wh-what?" Takemura is flabbergasted by the unexpected turn of events.

"See what I told you? He likes it when I say he is my thing." I sneered.

'Is that really an alpha? Did the result come out wrong?' Again, the whole students think the same thing.

“Is she the boyfriend stealer?” Nobara pointed at her.

“Is she seriously aiming for Gojo-senpai? Did she hit her head?” Megumi knitted his forehead.

“Gojo-senpai is Raika-senpai’s boyfriend. He is a taken man. I thought she already has a partner. Raika-senpai’s former partner. Why is she aiming for Gojo-senpai?” Yuuji tilted his head, not really understanding.

“Itadori-kun. There are a lot of people that never satisfied with what they have. Your neighbor’s grass is greener than yours. It means, other people’s thing looks more desirable than their own.” Nanamin pushed up his glasses as he explained to him right there.

“That means she is a bitch who likes to steal people’s thing.” Nobara simplified it for him. “You don’t need to be so pretentious. Your act is not fooling anyone. Well, if it does, then sucks to be them too. They are far more idiotic than Yuuji then.”

“I think she is more better to be called garbage collector.” Suguru added brutally, he has no tender heart for fairer gender at all. “She likes to take people things after they are being used after all.”

“Ah, it can be seen that way too.” Shoko ahh’ed.

“I am not idiot.” Yuuji complained. “Nobara, your English test is lower than me.”

“Shut up, idiot.” Nobara smacked his head upside down.

"Himeka!" Again, another repulsive smell approached.

"Haaa… one after another… They bothered at lunch time, now they bother me again." I sighed.

Satoru notices my mood's change again. "Rai-chan." Satoru pulled me back into a back hug. "Let me handle this." He patted my head and then his hand slid down to cover my eyes. I pout and pull his hand down a little to take a peek.

"Did you not understand what human language is?" He growled at them. "Rai-chan said she doesn't want anything to do with you yet you two are just like pests, buzzing around her. Don’t ever bother her again.” He hissed. “The only reason I haven’t ended your whole existence is because thanks to you, I got to meet Rai-chan. I am quite thankful for you especially.” He leered at Yanagizawa-san. “Your mistake is the best thing that ever happened to me. You can rest assured, unlike you, I won’t ever let Rai-chan go. Now that you have served your purpose, please disappear completely from her sight.” Eyes glaring with such ferocity and hatred, yet to me it's beautiful.

"Satoru." Satoru looked down at me when I called. His eyes softened considerably, smiling softly while looking at me. I can see how his eyes are cooing how precious I am to him. "You are pretty."

"Mmn. I am your pretty. Let's get you home, yeah?" He whispered.

“Okay. I want to meet everyone soon.” I nodded. ~”~

We finally go back to our school. And Satoru is regretfully moving back to his dorm. But not before imprinting his scent to every object in my room. Even left some of his shirts to me, fortunately he gave me back my blanket or I will freeze to death at night. On the bright side, he is happy that he won’t have to spend his time alone in school.

Yaga-sensei also situated another group to my hometown. He apologized for making me go through something like that. Of course it’s no problem at all. They are annoying, but do not count as a trouble. And the case is closed, or so I thought.

It has been few months after my mission in my hometown. Another case happened over there. The team that was situated over there are all annihilated and abducted. The last communication they gave us is 2 people are seen to command witches.

“They are not abducted?” Suguru frowned.

“No. it’s said that the witches willingly protect them.” Yaga-sensei shook his head.

“Did they see how they look like?” Shoko inquired.

“That’s…” ~”~

"So they look like boyfriend stealer and her lover? Unbelievable." Nobara made a face.

"Don't tell me, she is jealous of Raika-san so much that she is willing to make a deal with alien? Really unbelievable." Panda added.

"She might actually do that. I won't put her past that. I wonder why she is so fixated with my things anyway?" I sighed.

"...Maybe she has no reason at all…?" Toge murmured.

"That kind of person is the absolute scum." Maki replied.

"So, what if we met her on our mission? Fire on spot?" Yuuji asked.

"Capture her if possible. But that is a low priority. Our highest priority is to eliminate the threat. That includes the other one." ~"~

"Why?!! Why is it always you?! Be it Yanagizawa or him! Why is it they always want you?! Why not me?!"

"I don't know about Yanagizawa-san, since he has chosen you in the end. Frankly, I don't want to know too. I don't want to divide my attention from Satoru." I rolled my eyes at the former human which named Takemura Himeka.

I am not sure what happened to her since she has changed physically to something that we can call a monster. Tall and unbelievably long limbs that are now shaped like spider feet. Not that this matter much to me.

"But I don't like how you covet my things." My eyes shone, glaring at her. "He is mine. Satoru is mine. And don't you ever have this foolish idea to take him away."

"I will… I want… all of yours… not fair… I am cuter… why I can't have him?"

"If people got the thing they want just because they look cute. Then human will face extinction then. Because cute is subjective. To him, I am the cutest, the most precious treasure. And look at you, objectively you don't even look human anymore. And going by your standard I will say you look like monster." I mocked. "And you see this mark. He gave it to me. I also gave mine to him already. So give it up." My voice is an octave lower.

"Lie…lie…lie…lie…LIE!!!! I WILL TAKE HIM AWAY FROM YOU!!!"

"Then you will have to die. Everyone that looks at him with greedy eyes will have to be gouge out." I swung my blades. I hear slicing sounds and then the abomination is sliced cleanly into parts.

"Will…take…"

"Shut up, don't even think about him." I stabbed the head on the brain, effectively silencing her forever. "Disgusting bitch. Satoru is forever mine. I won’t let you take him away, let alone look at him. Know your place." ~"~

"....uwerhh…"

"Wow, you can't even comprehend human language now. Or are you learning a new language?" Gojo mocked the boy in front of him. The boy is none other than brainwashed Yanagizawa. He still retains his human body. But the shape of his body is sticking in weird places.

"Grhr…"

"Guess you can still show some hostility to me?" He snorted. "Let me tell you one thing. I know you have been trying to reach out for Rai-chan after you two saw us in the park. You think you are being so subtle, huh? Coming all the way to Tokyo to secretly meet Rai-chan. Don't get ahead of yourself." He glared.

"Uarrggg!!!"

"Didn't I tell you do not ever show yourself to Rai-chan anymore. Because I will end you instantly." His deep ocean blue eyes shone. "I tell you, Rai-chan is mine. She has given me her mark." He proudly showed him where the mark is, earning another incorrigible word from the former human.

"You can just stay with your new lover. I won't have you see Rai-chan again. I loathe you from the first meeting. You stole Rai-chan's firsts. You breathed in the same space as Rai-chan. Because of you, I can't be her number one in everything. I can't forgive you." He growled. "Even though there are still a lot of Rai-chan's firsts I will have later, that is why you need to disappear. Dead people won't talk. You won't be able to tell people that you are her first boyfriend." He giggled.

"Arrgughh!!!!" He lunged.

"Die. Don't even leave your ash." Gojo snapped his fingers as hollow purple annihilated everything on its path, including the brainwashed Yanagizawa. ~"~

"It's a shame that we won't be able getting a complete sample. But still thank you for at least getting the corpse. This might aid us in our new discovery." The head of R&D department lamented.

"I don't think I have enough time to subdue it without killing it before it calls new familiars. Sorry."

"Well, it was quite a hassle with only one team. So I understand. Even if it's only a corpse. This is the first case of human allying with witches. We might find something out of this. Thank you."

"It was no problem." Then I was dismissed to have my own rest. Coming back to my room, Satoru somehow has been waiting me. “You sneaked in again?” I blinked at the intruder.

“Rai-chan. Here.” He patted his lap as he has comfortably settled down on my bed.

“Let me change to my pajama first.” I turn to the bathroom and changed out of uniform. I come out wearing the shirt he left last time. I have decided it become my most favorite pajama and crawled to the bed.

“Rai-chan is wearing my shirt.” He sniffed. “Smells good. I will change it to other shirts tomorrow. I want to smell like Rai-chan.” He nudged his head onto my shoulder, hands on my hip, tracing patterns.

“We need to wait until we are 20, Satoru.” I hummed as I buried my hands into his soft tresses.

“I know. Just want to hold you.” He sighed blissfully. We just spend our time like this, basking in each other presence.

“Satoru…” My eyes started dropping as I listened to his heartbeats.

“Hm?”

“You are not allowed to leave me…” I mumbled, already half asleep.

“Never dream to.” I heard his airy chortle, but I am already gone too far in sleep. “Sleep well, my precious. You are my one and only, just I am to you.” ~”~

A very long omake

"I am Hisaki Raika, nice to meet you." This is my first day on coming to my new school. Not sure if it's because they are students of prestigious school or something. They just look really calm.

"...Where is Gojo?"

"Sensei, Satoru is late. He was gaming until late night." A girl raised her hand while talking it nonchalantly.

"Gojo Satoru…" I saw how sensei grinded her teeth and crumpled the paper on her hand.

I take that back. Wherever it is, students never change. "Haaa…." Sensei exhaled and recomposed herself. "Is there anything you want to ask to our new student?"

"Yes yes. Here here." Another one raised her hand.

"Yes, Takamichi-san, go ahead."

"Have you got your secondary gender?"

"I am sorry. But I haven't got it yet." I answered.

"Oh… Please don't be sorry. I am Takamichi Sora, my secondary gender is beta. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." I smiled politely. To be honest, after what happened I don't think I will be making new friends soon. At least until I can sort out my own feelings first.

The questions and answers session is filled with usual questions, what do I like? My hobby? Favorite food or drink? Pet? Or something like that. After 10 minutes or so, Sensei ended it and have me sat on my would be seat, in front of this still not anywhere to be seen Gojo Satoru.

"Pleased to be your acquaintance." I smiled politely to my desk mate. The girl that tattled to sensei why this Gojo student is late.

"Ieiri Shoko, nice to meet you. The student behind you is the Dumber of the duo dumb and dumber." She casually introduced and mocked the still elusive student.

"Ah… Dumber? Then there's the Dumb?" I blinked.

"That one with bun head and strange bang. Just call him bang guy."

"I see."

"Shoko. It's not nice to introduce people like that. And my bang is not strange." The said bang guy chimed in into conversation. "I am Geto Suguru. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you." I nodded.

"You don't deny that you are the Dumb then." Ieiri-san giggled.

"I am also not dumb. Only Satoru is dumb." He protested.

"Hai, calm down. I am happy that you are getting along, but now focus on the lesson first." Sensei clapped her hands.

"Sorry, sensei." I apologized.

"It's okay. I will have you share with Ieiri first."

"Yes." Ieiri-san motioned to move my desk over, so I did. Ieiri-san became sort of my study buddy. She also guides me around the school.

"So where is Satoru?" Ieiri-san looked at the bang guy who tagged along in our little excursion.

"He was punished for writing a report because of yesterday. But he spend his time gaming. And the rest is history." Geto-san snickered.

"Does that mean you did too?"

"I have completed mine." He shrugged.

"This Dumb and Dumber duo. Sooner or later Yaga-sensei will kick you two out of school." Ieiri-san rolled her eyes.

"Not happening." Geto-san countered confidently.

"Like he can kick us out. Not when we are the strongest." Another voice suddenly joined in. A white haired boy with very very pretty pair of glacial blue eyes, wearing small round sunglasses which fortunately didn't completely hide his eyes snorted.

"Yo, Satoru, you finished your report?" Geto-san waved to him. He must be the Gojo Satoru that Sensei talked about.

"Suguru. Why did you run off on your own?" Gojo-san scowled.

"I didn't run off. I finished my report."

"You still ditch me to my own, nonetheless." He scoffed.

"Let's just ignore this Dumb and Dumber or else we will be also dragged into their stupid argument."

"..." Gojo-san looked at me strangely intensely.

"...Did I make you uncomfortable?" I blinked at his obvious stare. "Sorry, I will get going now." I knew I had intruded into their circle and quickly made myself scarce.

Unbeknown to me, even after I walked away, Gojo's stare didn't leave me at all. "Why are you staring at her like that? She hasn't done anything to you? Not even fawning." Shoko grumbled as she hit him.

"That one. I want that one. I want my mating mark on her. I want her."

"...Did writing the report mess up your brain?" Geto raised his brow, amused.

"No. I just want her. I can feel it, she is the one." He shook his head.

"Yeah right…" His teammates and best friends thought he was in that phase. The usual teenager's phase.

So my first day passed without a hitch. As per rule, I should be in the school dorm. But my room is still being prepared so to speak. For now, I am just going to commute from home to school. ~"~

It's been a week since I transferred to a new school and everything is going smoothly. Now that I am here, Rubrum Academy is just like any other school. Maybe their curriculum is more advanced, not to mention their uniform design is cute. But it's not that different from other schools.

Today too, just like any other day, I walked home alone. Gojo-san was…very kind to offer to walk me home on my first day. But I declined. I almost feel bad when he looks like an abandoned puppy. Later I found out from Shoko that he is very (in)famous. Because of his looks, he has a lot of fans outside school, not to mention he is exuding alpha pheromone everywhere he goes.

I…don't want to get caught in another troublesome situation after what happened in my old school. I just… don't have the energy to care or deal with whatever trouble will come if people saw him walking me home, that's why I declined.

"...weird…" I mumbled as I halted my footsteps. Too quiet. I didn't see anyone on my way home. It's like everyone just vanished or maybe I was the one who vanished? Then I remembered that Shoko did tell me about an urban legend. About how people suddenly spirited away in the crowd or in any other places.

Sense of unease resurfacing in my mind. I clutch my bag tighter, hand inside it, feeling a cold temperature of an object to calm my mind. My father gave me a gun as a form of protection. Well, it's a very real-like model gun with rubber bullets. Enough to scare some shady people.

I gulp and start walking again, while darting my eyes left and right, praying that nothing will happen. But yes, the universe always answers differently from your wish. The wall of the house on my right suddenly exploded and broke. I let out a scream due to shock, covering my head and closing my eyes.

"Grrooaoarrr!!!!" A loud roar echoed.

"Wh…what's this?" I looked at it, eyes wide in shock and fear. The monster looks at me and let out a low growl, preparing to pounce on me.

'Run!' My mind screamed. I desperately lifted my legs that were like lead, rooting firmly on the ground. I turned back and ran, but my feet stumbled on the rubbles, making me tumble down on the ground. My bag and the content inside sprawled out near me.

The monster stomps leisurely as if savoring my fear. I scramble to take the gun and fire it. Fairly certain that it won't work but desperately hope it to buy me some time. Though I don't even know what should I do next.

To my surprise, the bullet works. This is not a rubber bullet at all. I was so stunned. I am sure that I see father put rubber bullets inside. But…how come this come out like real bullets?

The monster groaned in pain and became angrier. Scared, I keep firing the guns, not stopping even after all the bullets are gone and the monsters stopped moving a few feets from me. The gun clatters down while I try to steady my breathing and trembling body. A lot of questions are running through my head. But I do know I need to get away from here first.

Shakily, I lift myself out. Not even bothering to pick up my bags anymore. Just as I take a step another one falls down from the sky, the gust knocks me down onto the asphalt again. I look at it and just close my eyes, waiting for my imminent death.

I hear a loud roar and then nothing. I take a peek and see the monster is laying on the ground, unmoving. In front of me is a giant human shaped paper? Literally a paper shaped like a human. It's moving around.

"Hisaki-san." I saw Geto-san standing behind me, smiling.

"Rai-chan." Shoko peeked out from his back. "Are you okay?"

"...I…am not sure…?" I answered. I was so shocked that my brain stopped processing the whole thing.

"Can you stand?" Geto-san offered his hand to me.

"Thank you." I let him pull me up.

"I am glad we are on time." Shoko heaved in relief. "I don't want to know what happened if we were not."

"...What's that…?"

"We will explain to you later. But first let's get you back to school." Geto-san said kindly.

"Does the school know this too?" I blinked.

"More or less."

"Oi, Suguru did you find… " He stopped short when he saw me?

"Oi, Satoru. Your hunch is right. We are glad that we find her." Geto-san waved to his friend.

*Slap* Gojo-san slaps Geto-san’s hand away. The hand that still holding into me. ‘Ah, he must be the type that doesn’t like when his friends being touched by another stranger.’ It’s territorial thing.

“Sorry… I will get going to school on my own.” I frowned when my voice came out shakier than I would have like.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did they scare you?” Gojo-san scanned me from head to toe.

“I…think…I am…”

“You are hurt.” He frowned as he spotted my left ankle. I follow his line sight and see indeed that my left sock has some blood on it.

“I didn’t feel-“ I let out a gasp as I suddenly being lifted bridal style. “G-Gojo-san?”

“It’s Satoru.”

“Uh….” I looked for the other two for help.

“Satoru feels formalities should just go to hell by its own.” Shoko shrugged.

“That’s why he is always being scolded for being disrespectful.” Geto-san nodded.

“…Gojo-san…” I called softly, but he gave no response. “Gojo-san?” I called louder but still no response. “Gojo-kun.” He just walked without any care. “Sa-Satoru!” I yelled and he stopped.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” He finally looked at me.

“Uh…” I tried to formulate my words. ‘It’s not uncomfortable per se…’ “I can walk on my own. Please let me down.” I spoke softly. ‘Being carried like this is a bit embarrassing.’

“Oh…” Suddenly I feel like I just scolded a kitten for being naughty. “But you are hurt.” He…pouted?

“It’s not that bad. I feel a little embarrassed being hold like this.” I finally blurted it out.

“I see.” He slowly, very slowly and gently put me back down. Only after he is sure that I won’t suddenly fall down, he releases his hold. Only for him to squat down with his back to me.

“…Ano…”

“If you are embarrassed being hold like that, then piggy back won’t be a problem, right?”

‘A fair point. But still…’ “I can walk slowly on my own.” I answered.

“Hop on, Rai-chan. We just got the report that the witch is disposed. The barrier will dissolve soon. And we then will have to deal with people’s stares.” Shoko nudged her elbow to me.

“Witch? Barrier?” I tilted my head.

“It’s better if we explain to you after you got treatment. Can’t leave your leg like that too long.” Geto-san added.

“…okay… but promise me you will tell me everything.”

“Of course. No worries.” Shoko grinned as she packed up all my things. I then wrap my hands around Gojo-san’s neck and he in turns secures my legs with his hands. Faint smell of wisteria flower wafts to my nose.

‘Weird. I haven’t developed my secondary gender, yet…’ The smell is really calming and I feel my eyelids drop. The adrenaline must have worn out. “Smell nice…” I fall asleep like that.

Gojo stopped on his track right after being told smell nice by his crush, ears turn red because her steady breathing. And by God, she hasn’t even developed her scent gland yet but, he swore she smells very heavenly, her smell mixes well with his own. It’s like their smells are supposed to be one but split into 2 instead.

“Wow, never thought I will live the day to see Gojo Satoru blushed.” Shoko snickered.

“Let’s snap some pic.” Geto pulled out his phone and snapped some. The flashes are hurting Gojo’s eyes

“Shut up. She is sleeping.” He growled.

“Yeah yeah, you better thanks us for helping you just now. There is no witch in this area. The barrier is made by Suguru’s shikigami.” Shoko commented. When they are going inside to a barrier, Geto uses his shikigami to make another one outside the already existed barrier. So, they are trapped inside double barrier. That’s why when the final familiar is dead the barrier hasn’t dissolved. ~”~

After I woke up in a room that would be my room in school dorm. Father explains everything to me. From witches to familiars to why this school exists. The school itself is a secret organization, funded by government. All of the students here are either hunters or training to be staff in the said organization.

Father is also one of the scientists that studied the extraterrestrial life forms that we call witch and familiar. Hence, the always out of town business trips. Father said I have potential to be hunter, if not he also wants me to get involved in his research, since I will find out sooner or later. But he would have never thought that I will encounter familiars on my own. And is glad that I am safe and sound.

I told him about the gun and he answered that’s the proof that I can be a combatant. I subconsciously poured my energy inside the rubber bullet to change it into a bullet that is effective to kill familiars. And then I was put into Gojo-san’s team, because the team leader, Gojo-san said so. ~”~

Gojo-san is…very strange and unique. Those are my assessments of him. I heard from Shoko that he is an alpha. A very template one. It's no wonder that he is like that. Though he is not as hot headed as template alpha usually would.

How do I describe him…. He is very unique… and strange…? He is… a very template alpha, very charismatic and likes to be the one who gives orders. But at the same time, he is very open to suggestions or ideas. Usually template alpha likes to go his way whether he is right or not and hates it when other people question his means…. That's how he is to another person. He will even happily put them in their place. But when I questioned him, somehow, he kept praising me? Even pondering about my suggestion? I mean, in the end his strategy is always the best though. But he took time to consider it.

And then all of them will have this…how do I put it? Very tired face. Though they said they are all very fine. Nothing is wrong. Maybe they were just being nice to me because I am the newest member of the team. I basically have zero experience in this alien hunting field. Gojo-san might be just trying to make me feel welcomed in their team. ~”~

An alpha. That is what my secondary gender is. I was really surprised. I thought I would be a beta. I don’t think I have an alpha quality. But my friends digress. They said I have the most alpha quality, that quality being can put the most annoying and template alpha in his place properly.

I have vaguely aware that most of my friends are alpha. I didn’t really ask about their secondary gender, but after I got mine. I realized all of them are alphas. We are alpha groups, which is very rare indeed. But that is just a small matter, we just clicked with each others. Even though we all have weird personalities, it’s like we complement each other. Though our alpha trait sometimes made us butt our head with each other.

Today I took a day off from school. The smells are so overwhelming that I feel a little nauseated. This is understandable, after living for 15 years without the ability of smelling body odors when you are not practically sniffing them yourselves. You are suddenly assaulted by many smells at once. Now, I am resting in my room and trying to get use to it by having some students and senseis or even some staffs to check on me.

Gojo-san made a point to visit me everyday and I was thankful for it. His smell is helping me calm down, but I do feel bad having taken his time away. “Gojo-san… I am very thankful that you visited me everyday, but I do think you should also spend some times for yourself. You don’t need to come just because you are my team leader.” I smiled.

“…Does this mean I am not welcome?” Here it is, that look again. The look of abandoned kitty in the rain. Does he realize that he looks cute when he does that. That makes me want to tease him more.

“You are very welcome.” I answered quickly, before I blurt something that will make him cry. Even though I kind of want to see that.

“Then, can I stay here?”

“I don’t mind… But I think you will get bored without having anything to do.” I said.

“I won’t be bored. Never.” He grinned. “…Do you realize how heavenly you smell at all? I can just stay here to integrate your smell into mine forever.”

“Hm? What were you saying, Gojo-san? I didn’t catch it.”

“I said, how long are you going to use Gojo-san on me? I thought we have long past that.” He pouted. This time he pouted.

“But you are my team leader and you are older than me. Even if we are in the same grade.” I blinked.

“Then as your team leader, I will order you that you have to call me by my first name.” He declared.

“No.”

“Eh?” His jaw slacked, his sunglasses skewed a little. “Rai-chan~~~~!!” He cried.

“Sorry. When you said it like that. I suddenly have the urge to make you cry.” I scratched my cheek, admitted it’s a little shameless.

“…So, if I cry and beg, will you do it?” He asked me very seriously.

“Okay.” I agreed without much thinking. I mean, there’s no way he’s gonna beg and cry. Gojo-san is a proud alpha, you know.

“Rai-chan…can you…can you please call me Satoru?” He shyly grabbed my hand and played with it, while asking me with watery eyes, batting his eyelashes. “I…want you to call me, Satoru. Please please please. I will be such a good boy.” He sobbed.

I feel something inside me snapped and my hand reached out to his head. “Okay, Satoru. Since you cried prettily for me.” The joyous look he had in his face will be forever engraved in my memory. I can’t help but coo how cute he is looking right now. And I hope he will only show this side of him to me. ~”~

To finally celebrate of me coming out from my room after getting used to it. We are going to a beach this weekend. The girls took me to a swimsuit shopping trip. In the end I choose a bandeau two pieces bikini in icy blue color.

And the day finally arrived, 2 hours of bus from school. A beach. Boys and girls quickly went to respective toilet to change into swimsuit. When I finished changing into mine, everyone is already playing. I am the last to be out, but Satoru apparently is waiting for me. He is wearing a high wide collar zipped jumper and navy blue swimming trunks.

“Satoru, are you okay?” I waved my hands in front of him when I saw him not responding to my call.

“Rai-chan.”

“Yes?” I blinked when he suddenly unzipped his jacket and zipped it on me while mumbling something incoherent. “Satoru?”

“Rai-chan, you are not allowed to take off the jumper because you will get sunburn.”

“But I applied sunblock.” I tilted my head.

“Still no.” He huffed. Satoru is acting weird again… There’s time when he suddenly becomes this stubborn, refusing to heed anything. Somehow, he looks cuter? It’s like a kitten you are petting suddenly went into sulking mode because not enough attention. It’s almost like that. Of course I am not going to say it out loud. It’s quite disrespectful… but… I do want to see his reaction.

“…” I looked at him looking away like that, while some passerby are giggling at him. Somehow, they make me feel irritated. “Then, Satoru do you have another jumper?”

“I do.” He nodded slowly, not understanding my intention.

“Okay, I will wear this on one condition. Satoru, you have to wear a jumper too and can’t take off without my permission. If you do, I will call you Gojo-san forever.”

“Okay.” He nodded his head frantically. “I promise I won’t take it off, so you can’t call me by my last name.” He whined.

“If you don’t take it off, nothing will change. Can I trust you on that?”

“Of course.”

So I spend the rest of my day swimming with the jumper on. Though I sometimes tease him by unzipping the jumper and pretend to take it off. Every time I did that, he looks at me wide eyed, mouth quivering while stopping everything he is doing and stomps to me, zipping it up all the way again. I feel like I can get addicted at his reaction.

#jjk au #omegaverse au #soft gojo satoru #simp gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x oc #gojo satoru x y/n #protective gojo #lowkey yandere #fluffy gojo satoru #sfw but in grayzone due to genre #Jujutsu Kaisen

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Bound Through The Force

The Bad Batch x f!OC Mara

Description: Finally put in a corner, Mara has no choice but to tell them everything. Ready for them to despise her, their response turns out surprising.

Note: Mara explains her past, so it’s a shit ton of dialogue. Feel free to just skim through, I’ll have something else at the end.

Warnings: trauma dumping, mentioned death, mentions of abuse, cult, breeding, mistrust and then forgiveness and fluff

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven (here)

“What do you think it means to live?” Mara asks, looking toward the Jedi sitting cross legged across from her. She hums, keeping her eyes closed.

“I think it means to enjoy the things around you, to find the light in things.” Shaak Ti answers. “Why do you ask?”

“I heard once that if you’ve taken a life, that you could never live one.” Mara answers. “I’m simply curious, if I’ll ever be able to live. Do I even deserve to?”

“I do not believe you’ll accept any answer I may have for you. Though I ask you consider this.” The Jedi begins, finally opening her eyes to look at Mara. “That girl that follows you around—”

“Omega.”

“Yes, Omega. You care for her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then care for her. Enjoy the every moment she’s in your life. When it rains, look out the window and smile. When it doesn’t, still smile. For living means appreciating every moment of time and every person you meet.”

Mara sighs and looks out the window. For the first time since she’s been there, she smiles. And when it finally falls from her face, she opens the door to her room and smiles once more.

“Omega.”

Mara raises her brow at the man holding the ice pack to her head. Her hand grazes over his as she grasps the ice pack, slightly adjusting to move away from his reach.

“Everything…” she hums, laying on her side to face him better. “Everything is… a lot.”

“I know.” He answers. “But nothing about you is making any sense. We need answers.”

“Fine.” She sighs, a tear leaving her eye as she visually slouches. Her heart felt like it was being crushed by the weight of it. “There’s no use in hiding things any longer. The truth will inevitably reveal itself. Perhaps it is best to hear it from me.”

“That’s all we want.” He states, trying to remain unfazed by the tears in her eyes.

“My mother was born of a cult. I only recently learned of her existence, as I had always been told she abandoned me. However, like many children of the Hye Society, I had been abducted to become one of their weapons, a mindless toy, made to destroy their enemies.” Mara begins, eyes glued to her feet as painful memories ache in her head. “Priya had been an older child of this abduction. If it wasn’t for her, I think I truly would be the mindless doll they expected me to be.”

“The friend you named your Tooka after?” Mara nods.

“Priya told me about her parents and how she was raised before they died. Maybe it was the idea of some day having a normal life is what kept me the slightest bit sane. She showed me compassion and warmth before I could completely despise it.” Mara wipes her eye at the falling of a tear. “When the final trial began, we learned that our relationship wasn’t as secret as we hoped because we were put against each other. We had made a prior agreement that if it would happen, we’d come to a draw then strike the same, leave the first drop of blood to chance. I didn’t realize just how prepared Priya was to die.”

“Did you kill Priya?” Her heart throbbed when he said her name, so much so she wanted to scream.

“I might as well have. She was dead either way. The elder killed her when I hesitated. For that, I was punished. Everyday I’d train, and every night for a month after I’d be whipped till I bled. If you need proof you can still see the scars.” Mara shifts up right, turning from him and raising her shirt.

“Kriff!” A startled shout left him at the sight. She releases her top and lays back down, finding it harder to meet his gaze. Perhaps because of that pitying look on his face.

“I’d train, then they’d tell me who. Who was in their way, who I had to kill. And I’d do it. I didn’t think there was a way out. Every opportunity I had, it felt like I was being tugged back to them on a chain. I thought if I did what I was told that the pain would go away, that the guilt would whither with their praise, but no matter what I did, I was doing something wrong. Then they told me to burn down a town. I don’t remember where, I just remember the warmth.”

Hunter remained silent as he watched her with uncertain eyes, her head tilting to the side as she stares toward the window.

“It didn’t come from the flames, but this little boy. He ran to me, hugged my leg and he begged. He begged me not to hurt his family. And then I realized that my suffering would never end, so why should others suffer? The town will burn, but I could save the people who lived there.

“I didn’t save many with half the town already turned to rubble, but I managed to save some from the destruction I had already caused. When I returned, I earned my name: Mara the Wyvern. A dragon for the fire, but a wyvern to convince their mindless followers I served them by choice because all I had were my wings and my two feet. Wings to fly away if I needed, if I ever had wings they were clipped before I knew what they were used for.”

“Did you manage to save anyone else?” Hunter questions, thinking of the relief in her voice when she said she realized that she didn’t have to kill anyone.

“At any opportunity.” She states firmly, red tracks running down her face as he realized just how much she’d been crying despite her steady voice. “There was a short period of time where I didn’t kill anyone. Three months. And then the breeding program began and the only person I wanted to kill was myself.”

“A breeding program? You don’t mean…?”

“I don’t remember much from that time period. Only one of my partners sticks out in my memory because he was beaten half to death when he asked me if I was ok. The only other thing I remember was being ill. Between what was expected of me and constant panic attacks, I had to be chained to a medical bed, once I was put on life support because I tried to scratch myself open.

“When they finally gave up on me, they looked for other options. Luckily, they found them and I was no longer required to participate, no matter how many of my traits they wanted their future slaves to carry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been suffering long before you were even created.” Mara shifts to face him, happy he didn’t flinch when she placed her hand on his cheek, as Omega had done to comfort her before. “I am grateful to have met you when I am actively trying to be my best self. I may be broken, inside and out, but at least I get to choose what to do from here on. And I’d be forever more grateful if you let me continue to figure things out with you all than without.”

“I know you’re a good person, Mara.” He states firmly, sending a shiver through Mara’s heart. “Do you feel comfortable continuing?”

“I must admit, there’s not much else. I saved more and more people, mostly children, but eventually I was caught. When I was caught, I was ready to accept my fate. I finally got to take pleasure in my acts of rebellion, spit in the face of the ones who wronged me and then simply waited for that blade to chop off my head in a single fatal swoop.” Mara begins once more. “And then… I didn’t want to die anymore. My tormentor revealed a truth I didn’t realize would gift me so much courage. They told the crowd I would be given my mother’s name of exile. Mara Deoradhán. I was told my mother had abandoned me, not that she had been exiled. Suddenly, I had a reason to live. I didn’t know how I stopped the blade till I met Shaak Ti. But as soon as I had escaped the execution stand, I found a supply ship and wound up here on Ord Mantell in this very Parlor.”

“What happened when you came to Cid’s?”

“I told her who I was, and that I’d do anything she needed me to so I could break the shell that had been created.” Mara answers. “She complained that I was too skinny and that I wasn’t very social. When I opened up to her, I told her about my self loathing and gave me some half assed excuse of why I should love myself and I’ve been clinging onto it ever since. And then, just as my body was going out of survival mode, Shaak Ti arrived.

“She recognized me and still talked to me like I was a person, not a dangerous killer. It was scary, like she looked straight through me. I still don’t understand why she scared me so much. Even so, I followed her blindly when she told me she could give me answers about myself, answers to questions I never bothered to ask. She took me to Kamino and helped me get to a healthy weight and taught me how to relax. She called it finding peace, but I despise myself too much to achieve that. And then I met Omega.”

“I’d say I know where things go from here, but you haven’t exactly explained that either.” Hunter comments, earning a small smile from Mara.

“I appreciate you turning the comm on, because I would not have been able to do this with all of you in here.” Mara answers, watching his face shift to one of surprise. “Omega wasn’t allowed to be around me. A rule I tried to follow because I didn’t want to be sent back to Ord Mantel as I got super sick in the healing process. However, she was incredibly persistent.”

“She is extraordinarily persistent.” He agrees with a chuckle.

“Hey—!” A quick shush follows and Mara smiles at the comm device.

“Eventually, I let her start following me around and talking to me. While, Shaak Ti was certainly helpful, her company was rarely… enjoyable.” Mara hesitates at the last weird, grimacing at how awkward it felt.

“I understand.” He reassures.

“I have a difficult time socializing, but she spoke enough for the both of us. Of course, I eventually found it in myself to respond and we bonded quickly afterwards. But after that… I left. I didn’t know where exactly I would end up, but I eventually wound up with Elliot. I had went to an underground market I’d traveled to many times to find a ride to the outer rim. He was crude, but he was easy. Act oblivious, don’t show you’re offended, and he gave chase. He was only supposed to take me to where he was delivering his next shipment. Unfortunately, his experience didn’t match his intelligence and I had to get us out of a dangerous situation.

“Apparently the misunderstood bad girl gone good only made him more interested in me. He’d insist upon random stops, faked problems with his ship and his efforts became more and more desperate the closer we got to my location. Then he faked a crash and we were ‘stuck’ on a moon for a few days. I let my guard down under the impression no one was ever going to come. So I told him about the only good thing in my life, the only person I had who was waiting for me. I don’t know why, but I told him more about myself until he assumed I was at my lowest and made his move. My assumption is after he got what he wanted the ship was going to miraculously start working again and he’d finally decide to move on with his life. Instead, I rejected him and the next morning he came up with the idea a necessary part of the ship had broken off in the crash. When I went out to get it, he flew away. Got lucky that a supply ship made a pit stop and eventually made my way back here.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here and not stuck on that moon.”

“Thanks for hearing me out.” She replies, brushing her hair back and to the side. “I don’t want our relationship to change after what you’ve learned about me and I really don’t want your pitiful stares. I don’t expect you to be any different toward me, nicer or otherwise. I just want to be in Omega’s life, as long as I can, because I have nobody else to live for.”

“Don’t say that!” Omega’s voice comes through the comm once more and Mara winces.

“I forgot she was also listening.” Mara whispers, not wanting the comm to pick it up.

“She is right.” Mara shakes her head and brushes out her hair with her fingers. “You have your life to take back.”

“Every experience that is supposed to be enjoyable has been taken away from me. There’s nothing left for me to take.”

“You’ll find something, we’ll help you.”

“Thanks.”

“Hunter? Can you give Mara a hug for me?” Omega asks through the comm. Mara felt her heart skip a beat and her face turn red at the child’s suggestion.

“Omega, you can come up here—” she was cut off at Hunter’s sudden embrace.

Suddenly, she felt weak. Weaker than before as she leaned into his welcoming embrace, returning his hold. The hot tears filled her eyes once more and she turns off the comm right before a sob leaves her lips.

Mara let go to move away, but his embrace just seemed to tighten, keeping her in place as another sob left her lips and her head rests on his shoulder. When he did let go, she apologized for almost breaking down on him. If he wasn’t already so flustered he probably would’ve pulled her back in.

“You should get some rest.” Hunter says, his own cheeks flushed as he rubs the back of his head.

“C-can… can you stay with me…? Just a little longer?”

“Sure.”

Hunter left when Mara finally fell asleep. He found his brothers how he’d left them, still sitting at the large booth with Omega. Tech was examining the bottles from the bag Mara had requested, and Omega was listening to him as he rambled on about the different liquids, their origins and their uses.

“How’s she doing?” Echo asks, sounding concerned.

“She’s asleep.” Hunter answers, not quite sure of her actual emotional state as she fell quiet and held the purple Tooka. When he had met her gaze, she’d smile and her face would flush, and he could only assume the poison would result in a fever. “Omega, you knew that Mara was an assassin?”

“Nala Se told me before I met her because she didn’t want me around her.” Omega answers. “She said that she was dangerous, but after watching her for a while in the training room with the cadets I couldn’t see her as dangerous.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well… she never really worked with the cadets, she’d always just watch Shaak Ti train them. Then there was this one cadet, who wasn’t doing well. He fell and just didn’t get up. Some of the others seemed to laugh at him, but she laid down beside him.” Omega explains, thinking back to the day she saw Mara’s true colors with a small smile. “I don’t know what she said to him, according to Nala Se it was the first time she’d spoken since she’d arrived, but he was encouraged again and she helped him throughout the rest of the training.”

“Do you know why?” Echo asks, sounding rather swayed by the story.

“I never asked, she didn’t talk to me for a month.” She answers with a shrug. “And when she finally did, it was because I asked about one of her scars.”

“She’s still weird.” Crosshair scoffs, earning a laugh from Wrecker.

“I like her!” Wrecker declares before elbowing him. “You can’t deny she’s been fun to hang out with!”

“I’m sure you can forgive her behavior. From the sound of things she’s never been allowed to conduct herself in a proper manner.” Tech comments. “Furthermore, individuals who have been victims of abuse so early in their youth tend to have childlike tendencies and underdeveloped brains. And while Mara certainly acts an adult, she still portrays a childish behavior, especially around those she trusts, such as Omega and Cid.”

“Shouldn’t you add Crosshair to that list?” Omega inquires, earning a look from all five of them.

“What do you mean?” Tech questions, adjusting his goggles.

“She did that drinking game with him, Mara usually refuses alcohol from people. Even the medical volunteers on Kamino could never get her to join them.” Omega explains.

“Does that really make a difference? She just told Hunter something she clearly didn’t want to.” Crosshair scoffs.

“I guess it could’ve also been because of Tech. She seems to hang around the two of you more until Hunter talks to her.” Omega reevaluates aloud.

“I’ve noticed that as well.” Echo comments. “Whenever Tech’s fixing something, she’s always nearby watching and when you start making some sort of comment she’ll smile and participate in the conversation.”

“Didn’t think you’d be paying that much attention to her, Echo.” Crosshair quips with a smirk.

“Sh-she just doesn’t make any sense to me.” Echo stammered, his face flushing in embarrassment. Maybe he had been paying a little too much attention to her, especially when trying to trust her.

“Maybe Mara likes them more because they treat her like a normal person.” Omega suggests, quickly earning a look from Hunter and Echo. “Then again, that doesn’t explain why she doesn’t spend much time around Wrecker.”

“It’s probably because I grabbed her that one time.” Wrecker admits with a frown, scratching the back of his head. “She looked pretty freaked out.”

“I’m sure she’s already over that.” Cid scoffs, approaching the group. “How long were you going to wait to tell me Mara left?”

“The bars empty, besides those two. Didn’t think it’d be a big deal.” Hunter answers. “Mara got poisoned so she’s resting upstairs.”

“Uh huh, not a big deal, I’m running a business here. Someone’s always got to keep an eye out. Mara’s a grown adult, she can handle herself.” Cid scoffs, annoyed knowing they probably didn’t even realize when a new customer had come in.

“Sorry!” Omega apologizes for the group, seeing as it would’ve only taken them a second to grab Cid.

“Anyway, I got another mission for you boys, but we’ll discuss the details tomorrow. I want Mara to join you.”

“But she’s been poisoned—”

“That’s like saying Tiny here scraped her knee. Why do you care? Considering what Mara told me about that client, he wouldn’t want to kill her.”

“Why’s that?” Hunter questions.

“Because whoever hired him wanted to make sure she was alive. Mara may have “told him everything” but every assassin knows not to disclose their sanctuary.” Cid explains. “That means one of these customers gave out her location.”

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~Through the Wind and Rain~

Chapter 2 (Freedom Flight)

OC x OC set in the “Avatar: The Way of Water” universe…

Summary: Niri’te’s aunt stepped in after her Parent’s death, but when she fails to make Niri’te feel loved she decides to leave. Niri’te’s decision to leave was final, she just had to get her aunt to understand that.

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: Chap 2! I have an interesting alt chapter/ some extra content about this chapter I might post later?

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Chapter 2 (Freedom Flight)

My Aunt had really stepped into my life after my parent’s death. I wanted nothing to do with her at first. I missed my mom and I took it out on my aunt, her sister. I blamed her for my parents death although she had nothing to do with it. I had convinced myself that if she had just tried even a little to convince one of them to stay I would have at least one parent to raise me.

However, deep down I knew it wasn’t her fault, she had her hands full that day with my cousins and me, and helping with the injured. As I grew I came to realize that, but every time I saw her it was a painful reminder of my mom. They looked so alike.

I wasn’t a bad kid per say, but I definitely found myself in more than a few rough spots. I was independent from a young age, not wanting her help or guidance, and that frustrated her beyond belief. I was treated well though, with love and as much respect she could give with me always causing some sort of trouble. I believe she loved me.

Everything changed when she had her new baby. She had no time for me and my antics and she became more and more hostile towards me, straining what fragile relationship we had before. Yes, me and the baby were both related to her by blood, but I did not come from her. I was just a sad reminder of my parents, of her sister. I was not worth her time and trouble anymore.

She always told me I reminded her of her sister, my mom. Everything I did was “so much like her”. She would see me around and comment, “You draw your bow just like your mother did.”

Eventually she left me to my own devices, basically giving up on me other than her kelku being where I would sleep at night. At least she provided me with shelter. Her comments about my mom just made the pain so much worse, knowing she saw my mom in me, but she still chose to abandon me.

Many of the other people in the clan tried to watch out for me. A few tried to step into a parental role, but nobody could gain my trust. I much preferred to keep to myself than join others.

Even the Olo’eyktan had tried to help. He sent his children to make friends in hope that I would settle down and stop causing trouble if I had someone to be around. Some friends. We never clicked, I blamed it on myself being a few years older than them, but I knew inside it was because I felt I couldn’t trust them.

I didn’t trust my aunt, but I still lived under her roof so I had been bothering her for weeks now. I knew she was tired of the constant arguments, but it all came to a head when I had brought it up on a day when we were both exhausted from our day's work. I was tired, about to drop to the ground, and I knew she was as well, but I couldn’t help but press the issue again.

I sighed and pulled at my hair, frustrated. I knew we would never get anywhere in this conversation with the way it was going, but I continued anyway, “Why is it fair that the Sullys got to leave and I can’t?”

I know my aunt was tired of hearing me talk about this by now. I had been trying to convince her to let me leave for weeks, but she wasn’t budging, “Niri’te, Jakesully was Olo’eyktan, and they were being hunted! The option for them to leave was very hard on them, hard on everyone in the clan, and you can’t just follow because you want to. His family has already brought enough trouble to the Metkayina people, they won’t accept you as easily. Along those lines, if you leave and they get into more trouble you will be dragged into it too. I won’t let you put yourself in danger by following them. I care about you and your wellbeing. I have taken care of you for years now so I feel like I’m allowed to tell you no when you ask me to leave.”

“You have done nothing for me! You do not care about me, you care about your sister. If you cared about me you wouldn’t give me leftover clothes. The clan feeds everyone, not you. You give me shelter yes, but you resign me to a tiny corner in the kelku. I am not wanted. You do not want me!” I hissed loudly at her, my ears pinned back and baring my teeth in anger.

We kept arguing, insults being thrown at each other, “Don’t be a skxawng! Your home is here!” She had yelled at me fiercely, baring her teeth back at me.

I hissed quietly in frustration “You don’t make it much of a home!”

Frustration was building inside both of us, she shouted at me, “I am doing my best for you! Why can’t you see that!”

I knew my cousins were outside, pressing their ears to the wall of the kelku to hear what was going on, the youngest peeking under a crack between the ground and walls. I could hear them muttering to each other, sharp words being cast towards me. I paused, listening to them. I could not lose this argument with them watching from the sidelines.

My aunt spoke again, drawing my attention away from them, “Are you really going to leave your parents behind? Their bodies lay here, their vitras within our Tree of Souls.”

I looked at her with anger behind my eyes, “I will carry them wherever I go, Eywa would never fail her people by leaving their loved ones where they were put to rest.”

My aunt snarled, “Eywa does not fail her people. Are you really one of her people? Would one of her people abandon the family they were born into?”

Frustration was building within me quickly, I had to do something to get ahead in the argument. I had been thinking about this option for a few days, not wanting to use it, but this argument was the worst, and there would be no rebuilding our relationship after this, “I’ll just leave in the middle of the night then. You can't stop me.”

She looked infuriated with me, “You can’t just disappear, think about us! Think about your family! Plus Jakesully said it’s hard being there. You aren’t built for the sea, and the people there will not accept you. You talk about this not being your home, imagine being somewhere where you know nobody.” She groaned afterwards, knowing I wasn’t listening.

I wanted to hit her hard, “I don’t have family here anymore.” The look on her face was shock and horror, hatred taking over soon after, “I’m leaving. I fly tonight. You can’t stop me.”

She clearly knew I was checked out of the conversation so he said one last thing before I would inevitably storm off, “Jakesully already lost one of his kids, I will not lose you! I cannot lose you. Your mother will never let me rest if I lose you!” and that was the last straw for me.

I knew about Neteyam, everyone was so distraught when we had gotten the news, and what happened had definitely scared me, but I was too stubborn to back down now. I had made up my mind before his death, and I would not let it change my mind.

I hung out around the camp until it got dark, eating dinner with the clan and wrapping up any loose ends, but once night came I snuck around, gathering things I would need, mostly clothes and food for the trip. I didn’t own much of my own stuff, preferring to borrow things when I needed them. Once I got to where my ikran was I saw my aunt who was carrying my bow and just sadly smiled at me, handing it off.

She obviously hated my decision, but I could tell she had somewhat come to terms with the fact that I was leaving no matter what she said by the look on her face, “I hope you know what you’re doing. Good luck. If anything goes wrong you will always be welcomed back here.” She pulled me into a hug afterwards. I let her hug me until she decided to let go.

“I will be fine, don’t worry about me.” I said to her, hopping onto my ikran, “I hope to visit sometime, but until then goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Niri’te.” She smiled back at me, regret showing on her face, before speaking again, “I see you.” Her saying that to me meant the world, like she was finally accepting the way I felt, accepting my need to find my place in the world. I smiled even wider, allowing myself to bask in the happiness of the moment.

I gave my ikran the command to lift off the ground then we were flying off. We flew above the treetops and I felt more excited than I ever had before.

I felt free, truly free, as the wind blew through my hair, whipping it around behind me. I always thought the forest looked beautiful from above and it was no exception in the night time. The bioluminescence glowed everywhere as nocturnal animals roamed around below me. Some animals resting in trees, sleeping high up in the top branches where I could barely spot them.

After flying for a while I eventually saw the edge of the ocean up above, and sped my ikran up, racing towards it, feeling excitement bubble up inside me. I let out a loud excited laugh and yelled at the top of my lungs. I was really doing it, leaving. I felt invincible to any negative energy, and if I felt any I quickly shook it off, my worries could wait.

For now I was free.

Once I reached the edge of the ocean and passed the barrier I felt it on my skin, the rain. It was raining, but with me it was always raining. My dad, my aunt, everyone I knew called me “the bringer of rain”.

It rained the day I was born. It poured, but the clan was happy because there was a drought.

The rain made itself welcome once again on the day of my first communion with Eywa, a light drizzle compared to the day I was born, but a part of the celebration nonetheless.

It rained on my first birthday, then my second, and my third, until I couldn’t count how many birthdays got rained out.

We started planning celebrations the day after so it wouldn’t be held in the gloomy rain.

My mother however did not see the rain as gloomy or as something to dampen a celebration.

Once when I was younger my mother referred to the rain as the bringer of life. She would call me “the bringer of life”, as if I was one with the rain itself. She told me, “The rain is not something to fear. It is Eywa blessing the land with the ability to bring life. The rain connects all of us, from the biggest palulukan, to the smallest blade of grass. The rain connects us like a web, feeding the plants, the animals that eat the plants, the animals that eat those animals. We, The People, are also in the web, and not only do we eat those animals, but it refills our water supply and helps us grow our crops. The rain is a beautiful thing, the bringer of life.”

In the pitch black of night time with the rain falling all around me the ocean was deep and dark below me, and as waves crashed against occasional groups of rocks the water would splash up and hit me.

It was a little scary in the dark, but I flew closer to the water, passing more rocks to feel the exhilaration the spray of the water brought me. As I watched glowing fish dart around under me I couldn’t help but believe that I would grow to love the ocean, maybe even more than the forest.

In the morning Eywa had decided to bless me with good weather because as ellipse ended the sky was clear, barely any clouds above. The rain had moved on. I could see better now and watched as sea life splashed around under me. The crystal clear water was beautiful and allowed me to admire the formations of coral and the creatures that lived in them below me.

Eventually after a very long tiring flight I made it to the island I was trying to find. As the Metkayina village came into view I smiled, admiring the beautiful architecture of their huts and the walkways they had built between them. A horn-like sound rang out over the area as I circled the beach in front of their homes a couple times before landing on it. As I dismounted my ikran I looked around at the beach and people surrounding me. I was even more excited to be here than I was before I left.

Word Bank:

Kelku (Omatikaya homes)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Skxawng (Idiot, moron)

Vitra (Soul, spirit)

Tree of Souls (Omatikaya sacred tree)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Ikran (Mountain Banshees)

Palulukan (Thanator)

Metkayina (Ocean Na’vi)

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ghuleh-witch · 8 months

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Do Whatever You Need

Fandom: Ghost

Rating: Explict

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, vaginal sex, angry sex

Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/OC

Characters: Papa Emeritus IV, OC

Additional Tags: Established Relationship

Words: 1,845

Summary: A rough tour cycle is weighing on Copia and Ivy just wants to help in any way she can.

Ivy pinched the bridge of her nose as the blank document on her computer screen mocked her. It was times like this when she wished she had never been promoted to handle the tour’s PR. She had been trying to write a statement to present to fans after the disaster of the day for the last hour. Between the weather and the rain-destroyed equipment, that night’s ritual had to be canceled. On top of that was the venue’s mishandling of communication between the banned and the fans. And that was all after having to release a statement about the cancellation of the two Florida rituals because of a hurricane. She couldn’t put into words how devastated everyone was.

The door to the tour bus was slammed open and then shut again. It made her jump, but she calmed herself when she saw Papa Emeritus IV brushing fat droplets of water from his black shirt. Copia’s once combed-back hair was messy and wet, and his skull paint was starting to run down his face. He looked ruinous and Ivy couldn’t blame him one bit. The day was a disaster.

“I told those motherfuckers to tell the fans we had to cancel the show,” he growled as he flopped down on the sofa opposite her. “They gave me the run around with the legal bullshit and left all those people standing in the rain.” He ran this hand over his face, smudging the pain even more. “Our fans deserve better.”

Ivy frowned. “This isn’t your fault. This isn’t the Ghost project’s fault. If anything it’s the venue’s fault. We voiced our concerns about the weather when we got here this morning. And the rituals in Florida? We didn’t know a hurricane would happen when we were working on the schedule.” She knew he was upset and frustrated over having to cancel three shows in a row. He had been in a mood for the last week, ever since they had to cut a show short because of weather and issues with a venue, and now after today, Ivy thought he might implode.

He looked up at her. “I know you are trying to be kind and help, but it isn’t helping so please stop,” he snapped and then immediately looked guilty. “I’m sorry, mi amore , you didn’t deserve that.”

Ivy let out a sigh and shrugged. “It’s fine. I get it. You’re furious. I’m furious. Today was a shit show.” She stood and walked the short distance to him, sitting next to him on the couch and running a hand up and down his back.

“I just can’t believe what a nightmare this tour is turning out to be,” he grumbled, his floured fingers curling into fists. “ Cazzo …”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” She asked. She could feel his anger rolling off him in waves. She had never seen him so upset before. “Anything to make you feel better?”

He turned his head to her and for a second searched her eyes before taking her face between his hands and bringing her lips to his. The kiss was hard. Their teeth clashed and Ivy thought her lips might bruise. She didn’t stop him though. He needed this and she wanted to do anything she could to make him feel better.

“This won’t be gentle,” he all but growled against her lips when the kiss broke. “If it’s too much–”

“I’ll use my safeword,” Ivy finished looking into his eyes. “Do whatever you need. Take whatever you need. I’m yours.”

He let out a deep growl before standing and picking her up around the middle. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her to the back of the bus where their bed was. He wasn’t gentle about dumping her on the bed and she let out a squeak of surprise. She watched as he began to strip off his clothes and toss them aside. He was already hard and Ivy licked her lips as a flood of liquid heat went straight to her core. Her hands went to the button of her jeans but he batted them away.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, a hand slipping under her shirt. He grabbed her breast and squeezed it. “You don’t get to deprive me of this.” He removed his hands and roughly pulled her pants and panties off in one go. He then tried to take her shirt off but when he got frustrated with the buttons, he ended up ripping the shirt off, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room and sending buttons flying everywhere

“I liked that shirt,” Ivy pouted.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he grumbled as he unhooked her bra. He tossed it onto the pile of clothing resting on the floor before pushing her flat onto the bed. He crawled onto the bed so that he was braced on his arms hovering over her. She looked up at him and trembled in delight at the look in his eyes.

Copia pressed another bruising kiss to her lips, biting her bottom lip before kissing down her jawline and neck. Ivy let out a soft gasp as he bit and sucked at her skin. She knew her neck would be marked up in the morning but she didn’t care. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close, but he pulled back and peeled her arms away. He took both her wrists in one hand and pulled her arms over her head.

His mouth went back to her neck, trailing kisses and bites down to her chest. Taking one of her nipples between his lips, his hand squeezed and massaged her other breast. She let out a low moan as his tongue flicked over the bud. Before Ivy could relish in the feeling, his mouth was moving further down her body. She could feel his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her thighs. She resisted the temptation to thread her fingers through his hair.

Just when she thought Copia would torture her with his tongue on clit, he sat back on his knees and looked down at her. She let out a small whimper at the devilish glint in his eyes. Her body ached for him.

He pushed her thighs open wider. “You’re so wet for your Papa,” he said, his hands rough on her skin as he moved to grip her hips, pulling her closer. He lined himself up and pushed into her. There was a pleasant burn as he stretched her and filled her. A moan left Ivy’s lips as she wrapped her legs around him tightly and pushed him deeper.

Copia said nothing and wasted no time as he thrust into her hard and fast. He hadn’t been kidding when he said it wouldn’t be gentle. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t the lovemaking she was used to with him. Ivy knew she would ache in the morning and the thought made her smile a little.

“Fuck,” she moaned as he pounded into her. Her head fell back and her mouth open as her moans slipped from her throat.

“Sì, è giusto la mia piccola puttana,” Copia growled as his cock pushed in and out of her. The sound of moans, grunts, and skin slapping together filled the sleeping area of the bus. His pace never faltered as one of his hands left her hips and came up to squeeze her breast. She let out a small whimper at his touch, causing him to smirk. “You make such pretty sounds for me.”

Ivy could feel her climax building as his cock continually hit into her. She felt the searing heat pooling in her, ready to release, but before she could, he pulled out of her. She groaned at the loss but didn’t have time to voice a complaint as he turned her over onto her stomach. He leaned over her, burying his face into her neck, kissing and biting before he nipped her earlobe.

“Get into position,” he growled, sending a shiver down her spine.

She eagerly lifted herself up onto her hands and knees, her fingers digging into the sheets of the bed as he positioned himself behind her. There was a sharp sting on her ass as he slapped it and began to knead it. A soft moan left her as she felt his lips leaving a trail of light kisses down her back before he slammed into her again, nearly pushing her forward into the headboard.

“Copia,” she moaned as he began his unrelenting pace once more. “Please…”

“Please what?” He grunted, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she thought there would be bruises.

“Need to cum.”

“Not yet,” Copia said, his cock burying into her as his hand left her hip and came to her front. He began to rub her swollen clit, making her gasp. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Ivy cried out, her knuckles turning white from how hard she gripped the sheets as he continued to pleasure her. “Papa, please, I can’t—” She needed release so bad it hurt.

“Then cum for me,” he commanded. “Cum on my cock.”

She felt herself tumbling over the edge, her walls squeezing his cock as his name left her lips over and over again. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm and it wasn’t long after did his thrust begin to slow and become erratic. She felt his cock pulse in her before a low moan left him and he was spilling himself into her, rope after rope. He lazily thrust into her a few more times, muttering praises in Italian she couldn’t make out, before slipping out and collapsing next to her on the bed.

Unable to hold herself up anymore on her trembling arms, Ivy dropped onto her stomach, turning her head to look at him. His hair was a mess and his paint was smeared and running worse than it was before. He got up and disappeared into the tiny bathroom before coming back with a warm damp washcloth. Copia helped her clean up before laying back down on the bed. He stared at her, his breathing still a little labored as he moved a strand of hair from her face.

“ Mi amore ,” he breathed. “I was not too rough?”

“You were wonderful. I enjoyed it,” she said softly with a smile. “How do you feel?” She turned onto her side, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating hard and fast.

“Better,” he said an arm wrapping around her shoulders and holding her close to him. “I am still upset, but it’s not as bad as before.”

“That’s good,” she said. “Some sleep will help.”

“Ah, cara , there’s still work to be done. We haven’t finished drafting a statement.”

“It’s late, it can wait till morning,” she said, pressing her lips to the 666 tattoo on his peck. “Sleep, it’s been a long day.”

Copia’s lips pressed a kiss to her forehead as her eyes grew heavy and drooped closed.

mi amore-my love Cazzo-fuck Sì, è giusto la mia piccola puttana-yes that's right my little whore cara-darling

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jrreigns · 7 months

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In Another World (Draco Malfoy x OC)

A distressed Draco feels forced to push away someone close to him.

Genre: Slight fluff, more angst than anything. This is a one-shot until further notice.

TW: There are none? Unless you count slight aggression, then there’s that.

A/N: My first fic and unrevised so make with that what you will! Thank you for reading! 🩵

Word Count: 2.1K

Renee’s thoughts were more rambunctious than ever. Perhaps it was the heavy number of sweets that she had eaten during last night’s dinner or perhaps it was the charms exam that would be held in the morning that had her all nervous, either way Renee could not find it in her to try and get some sleep. She felt that it would be one of those nights where sleep would finally conquer once the sun was beginning to peer over the mountains, a frustrating type of sleep.

Perhaps it was the sound of the rain pouring over the Ravenclaw roof, inviting her to take a stroll and enjoy sometime walking alone as she hadn’t gone out after hours in a while.

Putting on a robe over her night wear, she quietly slipped out of Ravenclaw Tower, lit her wand and began her walk towards the Astronomy Tower.

She was reminded of the nights where her and Draco would meet there in their fifth year, so much had changed since then. She was over at Malfoy Manor less as well, and in the beginning of the year her father, Alexander Laurent, had requested she “keep her distance from the Malfoy's, including Draco.”

Truth be told, Renee did not want to believe the rumors that had been going around, especially from Harry Potter himself regarding Draco’s allegiance. She had always understood that Lucius, Draco’s father, was definitely associated to the Death Eaters, but it was always her understanding that he had always loved his family enough to try and keep them out of it.

Once crossing the courtyard and entering the tower through its side entrance she could see the familiar globes and the enchanted constellations that decorated the astronomy tower halls. She smiled innocently at the sight of them. Despite being a pureblood herself, she could never cease to appreciate the magic that surrounded her and the magic that coursed through her veins.

Upon reaching the top of the Astronomy tower stairs, she couldn’t help but smile inwardly when she noticed a tall blond figure leaning over the Astronomy tower barriers. “Enjoying the sights,” she asked, as she lowered her wand, the light at the end of it disappearing.

Draco had always been tall and lean, but it always surprised her seeing the current state of his face. He appeared thinner than usual. He looked at her, a grim expression on his face, not even a twitch of a smile or a snarky remark. He turned back to look at the rain without a word. The chill of his coldness caused Renee to shiver slightly, wrapping her robe tighter around her. That and the wind that was picking up was forcing her to keep her distance from him.

Renee looked at the young man before her. Somewhere along the way, Draco had lost the ambitious glint in his eyes, his eyes now looked worn down, and his appearance appeared more gaunt than usual. He had always been a boy with a chiseled face, but now he looked more ill than anything.

“Are you alright Draco? I get this feeling that you’re not doing alright. You can always confide in me, y’know. I won’t tell.” All the came from him was a scoff as his eyes returned to look at hers. His piercing gaze carried a brewing storm behind them, but she refused to look away as her own doting eyes wanted nothing more than to help him any way she could. Noting her refusal to stand down, he simply turned back to his initial activity; sulking over his terrible luck regarding the current ordeal he found himself in.

“You should go Renee, stop wasting your time trying to force a friendship that’s not worthwhile.” Whether that comment was a backhanded insult meant for her, Renee ignored it, observing Draco’s back once again.

At some point, they were good friends. She had helped him with assignments, especially during the end of last year when all he could think about was his incarcerated father. Narcissa Malfoy had gotten used to Renee’s presence at Malfoy Manor this past Summer, cherishing that her son had still managed to retain a friendship outside of Hogwarts, however one day it all stopped. It was during this time Renee longed to see Draco, but her father refused to let her see him.

One day her owl had brought in red tulips, it had come with a note that bore a simple thank you, with no initials or anything.

Somehow, she had understood that this could only be from Draco Malfoy himself. She had only mentioned her love for red tulips to one other person and it was to him when his mother’s flower delivery had arrived during one of their study sessions. She tried thanking him during the trip in the Hogwarts Express but felt saddened seeing Pansy Parkinson raking her fingers over his hair. What the sadness could be attributed to she didn’t quite know (or did not want to admit).

“I hate seeing you like this,” Renee’s voice trembled out.

“Renee, why do you care? Leave me be, go find yourself someone else to bother,” he stated flatly, without even looking at her.

Her eyes searched him, but his back was still towards her. Even his voice sounded emotionless, no hint of the old sarcastic Draco she had come to…. appreciate.

She couldn’t help it, she had grown to care for him and perhaps it was time she finally faced the fact that perhaps this wasn’t a feeling that one shared with friends, it was a feeling that was shared with someone that meant more.

“I care about you Draco, I always have…I have cared for you for a while,” she said, her voice trailing off at the end. She sighed before clearing her voice and puffing her chest out. A few minutes passed with nothing but the sound of the rain pattering overhead.

“I care about you as more than a friend,” she finally blurted out. In the dark of the night, Renee could not see Draco’s knuckles turn white, his grip on the bars of the Astronomy Tower tightening, his jaw clenching, his pupils dilating.

Perhaps in another world, in another universe, in another time, Draco would quickly close the distance between them. He would brush the stubborn strand of hair that fell over her eyes, slowly as to cherish the close proximity between them before casting his eyes to meet hers. His hands would then fall at her waist, where he would pull her in, rubbing circles on the tantalizing area of skin that was showing beneath her night top, and slowly lean in and capture her lips in a loving kiss. They would bask in the warmth of happiness that would radiate through their very beings, feeling content in each other's presence, as though time had stopped just for the two of them.

But they weren’t in that world, they were in this one. One where he has been burdened with such an evil task, a task befit for a servant of the Dark Lord. Draco was still a murderer in the making, and Renee was as innocent as can be; she did not deserve to get entangled in the mess that was Draco Malfoy. He turned to look at her.

“What do you want me to say?”

She bit her lip slightly, looking down and playing with her suddenly shaky hands.

“What did you expect me to say?” He questioned with a menacing tone, a tone he had never really used on her. Her lip quivered and she tried to remain as calm as she could but Draco was approaching her quickly with such a disgusted look on his face.

“Tell me, Renee,” he spat, “what did you expect? Did you expect reciprocity? Did you expect me to say that I felt the same as you?” She tried backing away, embarrassed and defeated, never thinking this would be his response. He grabbed her arm forcing her to look at him.

“Let go of me,” she said in the smallest of voices, her confidence long gone. She just wanted to leave.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? My attention? You wanted me to profess my imaginary love for you, to tell you that your love has resolved all my issues and that we will live a happily ever after once we leave Hogwarts, is that what you want?”

Renee’s eyes brimmed with tears as she bit her lip, trying to desperately to hold in the sobs that threatened to escape her body. Draco’s words stung, his insults felt like whips across her skin and her chest rose and fell rapidly under the weight of his twisted stare.

“Oh yes, I, Draco Malfoy, a pure blood wizard have fallen in love with a filthy blood traitor. I wish to taint my perfect blood line with a measly Ravenclaw who can’t tell the difference between forced appreciation and love…”

The slap across Draco’s cheek happened so quickly that it took him more than several seconds to realize what had happened. His cheek stung and his grip on her arm loosened slightly, a misstep Renee took full advantage of as she escaped his hold. She turned away from the still shocked young man and fled.

Renee ran and shot down the stairs of the Astronomy Tower and didn’t stop running until reaching the courtyard. She swallowed gulps of air as she tried to recover from the laborious run. The rain had now gotten stronger and she took cover on a bench underneath one of the column overhangs. She tried desperately to hold in her sobs, but once a choked sob escaped she couldn’t hold it anymore. They racked through her body, shaking through her as ugly tears slipped down her face. She could not believe the events that had transpired tonight.

She had refused to believe it, but now she knew it was true. Draco Malfoy was the very definition of a cruel human being.

Draco went back to observing the rain and beyond, only this time tears of his own were slipping down his face. They were providing relief for his stinging cheek. He closed his eyes tight, wishing upon the very stars above him to erase this ugly memory from both of their minds, or at least Renee’s mind so that she wouldn’t think he’s the vile human being everyone says he is. But just like the many wishes that had come before this one, he knew this one wasn’t coming true either. He knew that she was irreparably harmed tonight and there was no wish that would take it back. He opened his eyes to find the rain beginning to cease. In minutes, the rain had become a light drizzle.

Renee’s sobs had become mere hiccups. She got up from the bench and slowly began the trek towards the Ravenclaw tower, silent and belittled, while Draco made the walk towards Slytherin dungeons himself.

Somewhere along the way, fate making fun of them both, Draco came across Renee’s hunched form. She looked up and froze. Draco couldn’t help but cringe at the sight of her. Gone was the witch who stood confidently and walked in stride. Her eyes were puffy and red, her night clothes dirty and disheveled. She quickly turned around and began walking another route.

Those eyes, those beautiful brown eyes Draco had fallen for were distraught and were filled of destroyed hopes and dreams.

In another world, Draco would run after her. He would dry her tears and tell her everything will be okay before kissing her all over. He would kiss her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, her exposed collarbone….

He reddened and shook his head, watching her retreating form.

In another world, he would call out to her and cry for help. In another world, Renee’s love was all he needed to put a stop to all his problems. He knew she would force him to look for help. In another world, the Dark Lord’s lingering presence in his home would vanish and his family would be safe. He would be safe. Safe to love Renee the way he wanted to love her.

Her retreating form disappeared down the long twisting corridor and Draco let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. This is for the best, he thought. He gripped his lit wand tighter and continued his walk back to bed, back to forcing himself to try and get an ounce of sleep, back to trying to find a way to kill Albus Dumbledore and complete the mission the Dark Lord has set him out to do.

This will be for the best.

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mushroompoisoning · 1 year

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HELLO I love bluejays (they remind me of Cassie :]) and also hearing abt mutuals ocs so I have come to drop ten million numbers for the ask game for (Blue)Jay sorry in advance 7 8 10 11 12 18 19 20 22 27 29 31 32 42 47 49 51 53 54 56

also i wanted to send this earlier but. I hate mobile with a passion hsbdhj

omg questions :000 Okay okay. Their full name is Bluejay they just go by Jay idk why I wrote it like that

questions below the readmore [:

7. Occupation?

Not really employed anywhere specific. They were a travelling bard! They'd play at bars and other events and got paid off of tips

8. Weapon of choice?

Magic! Jay uses a bard magic through enchanted gloves they wear. The gloves hold the magic, but they need to use an instrument in order to cast spells and whatnot. They play string instruments [: mainly violin and acoustic guitar

10. Do they have any piercings, markings or scars?

They have a few scars they hide under their clothes and earrings [:

11. Do they have any notable features?

Jay's eyes are very, very blue. Unnaturally blue! Closest I can think of is a brighter cobalt. Their eyes stand out a lot and are very recognizable

12. Own any pets?

Nope! They don't even have a house! Jay just stays in hotels and inns while travelling

18. Any special keepsakes?

Their favourite weapon/instrument is the first violin they ever carved by themselves! Also earrings from an old best friend

19. Hobbies?

Wood carving. In order to make your own instruments you have to be good at it, why not have some fun? They like making small statues and leaving them places

20. Clothing/Aesthetic?

^ those are my two main refs for Jay's outfit

22. Fav colour?

Never thought about it, really. Probably a nice shade of red

27. What's their family like?

I never actually thought of details for their family. They've been travelling playing music for at least around 10 years now, and have had no contact with any family in that time. Jay doesn't really care, they didn't mean much to them

29. What was childhood like?

Boring. Jay grew up poor and wasn't able to do much. They ran off to play music in far off lands as soon as they possibly could

31. What's their current main conflict?

Getting kidnapped by Captain Lapis and his crew. The captain isn't actually a bad person, none of the crew is. If you ignore the kidnapping, they're actually treating Jay really really well and being very friendly. Jay's mainly trying to convince themselves they don't like the crew

32. What steps have they taken to overcome this conflict?

Jay occasionally helps out around the ship. They have no requirement to help anyone or do anything, but sometimes they like to help. Doing this they're slowly realizing it's not so bad to open up and not put up a bitchy front

42. What's the dumbest thing your character has done?

Tried to see if they could break the strings of their guitar by biting them. They couldn't, of course, but the impulsive thoughts won.

47. What's your characters biggest turning point?

Meeting a travelling architect in their early teens. Then Jay didn't believe they could ever get out of their kingdom, felt trapped. The architect told them about how they just ran around to different towns and kingdoms and offered services people would pay for. Jay took inspiration and decided they were gonna do the same

49. What are some themes that tie into your characters story?

Finding your own path instead of following the one your parents set you on. Searching for your calling, your destiny. Finding peace in doing what you love instead of what everyone wanted you to do. Stuff like that [:

51. What are some inspirations for your character?

Imagine if Raine from toh had Darius from toh's personality. The bard magic of toh in general, really.

53. Expectation vs reality?

Originally, Jay was just gonna be me being like "hehe what if there were gay people. and they had a dynamic. wouldn't that be great?" but i expanded on that!

54. What does your character want? What do they need?

Freedom to do whatever they want. Jay hates feeling trapped with no choices, they like a lot of options! That's really the only reason they hated being kidnapped

56. What's your overall goal with this character?

Jay Will be forced to join the qpp pirate ship polycule. They also start dating Lapis! Basically all self indulgent fluff of some anti-monarchy pirates having fun

wooo :D i love questions jumps up and down

#this was so much fun EEEEEEE #i love jay <3 my beloved bitch #asks & answers #cat!!#wallace says shit #thank you for the questions :D

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colorsunimaginable · 2 years

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the spare // chapter nineteen // tom hiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord’s triumph, she’s being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy’s younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance’s greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction Universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 5.9k warnings for this chapter: masturbation, possessive language? I think it's pretty standard.

Some important notes: There is dialogue/sequence of events that are taken directly from The Auction by Lovesbitca8, Chapter 10 I believe? So I absolutely do not take credit for her words. I'm just being creative with them by trying to fit my characters into already canon events/scenes.

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Nineteen:

It’s been raining for days.

Normally the sound of rain pounding against the roof and beating against window panes would be comforting. But as the cool air swept in, doing away with the humidity, in crept my anxiety.

Thomus had left early the day after we went to Cliveden without a goodbye, and he hasn’t returned. It confused me at first, because I thought he’d told Astor that he’d see him in a few days. Then I realized there could be other things he’s doing that have nothing to do with the raid on the safehouse. Or Sam had gotten there already and the increased activity has put the Death Eaters on alert. Whatever it is, I have a hard time keeping my mind off of it.

After a day or two, the nightmares returned, but with a new focus. Bellatrix’s nails digging in, her teeth black and in my face. When Thomus shows up, he sees the words on my arm and he laughs. An extremely restless night prompts me to sneak into Thomus’s room and steal a pillow off of his bed. I made sure I picked the one that smelled the strongest of him. I’ve slept much better since then. It’s ironic how he’s simultaneously both a problem and a solution.

My anxiety and over active imagination makes being awake a problem, too. I have to force myself to read The Martian, it ensures the images in my head are of a book, and not of a magical battle happening who knows how far away. I honestly don’t even know what part of the country I’m in. I’m sure I could find out as Mary still has some unopened mail laying around, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered. It didn’t matter where I was if I still can’t leave.

I have all of the blinds and curtains open, hoping for a flash of something small and white to be seen out of a window. If Sam gets hurt and I never see him again, I don’t think I could live with myself, knowing that I was the one to send him out there. And what if… what if it’s Thomus that hurts him?

I try to tell myself that I’d be glad if Thomus got hurt, but when I imagine him getting struck down by a curse, my chest tightens and I desperately want to think of something else. If Thomus dies, what would happen to me? Would I go back to auction? Would I get taken to Edinburgh to be a Carrow girl? Worst case scenario, I think Bellatrix would torture me to death. Lovely.

To keep myself busy, I’ve finally finished organizing the office, finally read the last page of The Martian, and lugged the full laundry bin downstairs. The washer and dryer is located in a small utility room off the end of the hallway. I haven’t used it until now, but it’s where I’ve found all of the cleaning supplies. I clean the kitchen again, dumping out the now rotten food from days ago.

I need to get in the habit of giving any leftovers to Sam. Especially since my hunger wanes in and out. Some days I can eat everything the elves make, others I barely touch a morsel.

While my hunger for food is touch and go, my hunger for something – or someone – else is steadily rising. Maybe it’s because being alone for days on end is doing something to my brain, but I can’t stop thinking about Thomus. When I lie awake at night, my hand will drift down to my undies, and I get deliriously wet imagining his fingers down there.

His scented pillow propped up next to me, it’s easy to create vivid fantasies. I think about straddling him, getting pinned to the wall, and grinding against him while dancing. I didn’t mind his hand at my throat, and I don’t think I’d stop him if he did it again. His talk about needing to be in control only excited me further. Being the one in control in a situation like that has only ever stressed me out in the past. It’s a miracle that I’d managed to get the ball rolling in Edinburgh, though the alcohol helped tremendously.

Perhaps it’s due to the lack of confidence about myself, a lack of confidence in the guy I’m with, but I’ve always been the one in control. Because if I didn’t, then most of the experience I do have, wouldn’t have happened. Getting pinned to the wall, and thus relinquishing my sense of control, was so goddamn hot. It’s probably my weakness for power dynamics. And I know, given the situation I’m in, I shouldn’t be enjoying any bit of it. Is it because there’s a difference between willingly giving control vs control being taken by force?

Whatever it was, a part of me feels guilty about my attraction towards Thomus. There were countless other girls who are far worse off, and here I am, lusting after the Death Eater who owns me. Go fucking figure my luck on that one.

I found my insatiableness wasn’t bound to the nighttime hours. My imagination wasn’t bound to only the things he and I had done before, either. I imagined him above me, finally getting to know what sex is like, with him as my teacher. I’d be in the kitchen, and my mind would picture him behind me, pushing me against the counter top. Or I’d be sitting in the living room, staring out the window into the rainy overgrown yard, picturing laying in the garden on the blanket reading, and he’d come distract me with his lips on mine.

Let’s just say my hand had started to cramp to the point of annoyance, so eventually I had to stop all together. I miss my vibrator.

I still couldn’t figure out why he had bought me. Was it something to do with revenge, because I’d managed to overpower him when we first met? I’d gotten stabbed as a result, so that seemed unlikely. Despite saying that he lived here, he doesn’t spend much time here, thus I still don’t see why he’d need a live-in servant for a house so small. And seeing as that I still have my virginity, wanting me for that purpose also seems unlikely. Even if he did, I don’t see how I could compare to Bellatrix. I mean, I find her disgusting, but I have no idea how deep their relationship goes. He made it sound as if he’s known her a long time. Maybe she’s just his type – crazy, demanding, controlling. Maybe his love for her extends far beyond her looks.

Fed up with being in the house, I decide to fuck the weather and go for a walk to the creek. I don a massive raincoat and tall rain boots before venturing outside. I take my time wandering to the forest, taking specific note of the squelching noise my boots made in the wet grass. The water in the creek is high, and the stones Sam used for crossing it were covered, muddy water gushing over them. I just kind of stand there for a while, letting my boots sink into the mud, until my nose and fingers start to get cold. Then I head back inside.

As I wade through the yard, my gaze is on the cottage. My eyes scan it, trying to place from the outside where each room is. I find mine and Thomus’s room easily; the window to the bathroom, the kitchen, and – my eyes narrow on a window I couldn’t place. It’s above the living room. But… our rooms are above the kitchen and the office, so what’s above the living room?

My pace back to the house quickens with excitement. Inside, I leave my muddy boots and wet coat by the front door. My eyes are on the ceiling, looking for a drop hatch. There’s nothing in the living room, so I check the kitchen, the office. I examine the walls to our rooms, looking for a false panel or something. I feel I would’ve noticed something at this point. As a last resort, I check the utility room.

And wouldn’t you know it? There’s a framed panel in the ceiling. Some shelving on the wall now looks like an obvious ladder. I grab the broom and use the handle to push at the panel, gasping with excitement when it moves. I return a moment later from the kitchen with a flashlight. The dryer is directly below the panel, and so as I find footing on the shelves, I hoist myself up onto the dryer, and gently push the panel aside. Flashlight between my teeth, I climb up.

The room is about as big as the living room, except with low slanted ceilings. A window at the far end of the room is probably what I saw from outside. I find a string attached to a lightbulb and pull it. Yellow, cloudy light fills the room. It’s not cluttered, but boxes, plastic bins, and old suitcases line the walls. Everything looks like it hasn’t been touched since the 90s. I say the 90s because of an Evening Standard newspaper dated 31 Jul 1991.

As I walk around the dusty floor, I’m glad I kept my socks on. Almost every board I step on creaks. I don’t feel unsafe, like I’m going to fall through the ceiling, but the noise is definitely because it’s old. I step closer to the window, watching and listening to the rain this close to the roof. It’s kind of relaxing.

At least, it would be, if it weren’t for the tall, hooded figure that suddenly Apparated just beyond the front gate. Thomus is back.

I quickly whirl around, yanking the chain on the light, and scurry back through the hole into the utility room. I leave the flash light on the dryer and make it to the living room just as Thomus enters.

His cloak drips next to my coat as he takes off his own muddy boots. His Death Eater clothes have seen better days, they’re torn and dirty, as if he’d been fighting in the mud. I’m a little taken aback to see how much of a beard he’d grown while he’s been gone. Well, not a full beard, but definitely the most facial hair I’ve ever seen on him. It makes him look far more rugged than his prim and polished appearance usually is. And his eyes – they’re dark, tired and sunken in, purple shadows below them still. There’s a cut on his temple.

My chest expands with a deep controlled breath. There had been a fight. If not immediately after he left, then more recently.

“We’re going out to dinner tonight,” Thomus announces. His eyes have been on everywhere else in the room except me. Even as he passes me, heading for the stairs.

I step out of his way and follow him up. “What do I need to wear?” I ask. “That serving dress?”

He pauses, half-way up the stairs, considering. “Wear… whatever makes you comfortable.”

My eyebrows raise. “So… not a dress?” My voice is hopeful.

“If you prefer,” he says before disappearing into his room. As I head into mine, my bathroom door closes and I hear the shower kick on.

It doesn’t take me long to figure out what I want to wear. Black leggings, a dark blue peplum shirt long enough to hide everything I’m insecure about, and converse. Okay, maybe not brand-name, but shoes that looked like them nonetheless. The wardrobe did its best. Of course the shirt has long sleeves, long enough to had the marks. They’re still nowhere healed enough for my arm to be bared completely. I use the mirror in the wardrobe to do my makeup. It’s been long enough that the hickies on my neck have finally yellowed, almost disappearing completely. If only my arm could do the same.

I get downstairs before him, and wait patiently on the couch. After a moment, I remember I still have my glasses on.

“You can keep those on,” Thomus says, descending the stairs when they’re halfway off my face. I put them back on slowly, even more curious than before about our destination tonight. He’s rolling up the sleeves of his dark grey button up. He’d taken the time to shave, and I can see a bruise starting to appear on his smooth jaw. Seeing my confused expression, he continues. “We’re having dinner at the Manor tonight. Narcissa has been bloody insistent.”

My eyes widen and I can’t stop the anxious excited tightening in my chest. Would I be seeing Hermione?

“Doesn’t Hermione have Dragon Pox?” I ask, standing.

“Caught that, I see,” he says, but doesn’t elaborate or answer my question.

Instead of going for the front door, he steps up to the fireplace, conjuring a small jar of floo powder. His other hand he holds out for me. I pull back the shirt sleeve just enough to bare the tattoo and keep the marks turned down, out of sight. We’ve crossed enough barriers that I know he doesn’t need to look to place his fingers on the tattoo.

“Malfoy Manor,” he says, tossing the floo powder, and into the flames we went.

We emerge into a hall I’d been in once before, only a few months ago. My eyes dart around the grand room. There used to be an iron chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everywhere I look I see the memories of the last time I was here.

He had let go of my arm when we arrived, and I had pulled my sleeve down, but now I feel a gentle tug on my wrist. I inhale sharply, looking up at Thomus. The look we share tells me he remembers as I do. I don’t have time to ponder that before he begins leading me down a familiar hallway. We pass where I know an office to be, and I stare at a row of busts lining the wall. The faces of those busts in large portraits hanging above them.

We turn a corner, and I immediately spot an unforgettable mane of thick brown curls – Hermione, looking healthy and unharmed, decidedly UN-pock marked. She spots me, too, and a glowing smile breaks across her face. I pull out of Thomus’s grip and quickly cross the remaining distance between us, engulfing her into a hug. She reciprocates, her arms holding me tight. She smells clean and again, healthy. Unexpected tears prick my eyes as relief washes through me. Thomus hadn’t lied, Draco is keeping her safe. The Dragon Pox story is a coverup for her absence in Edinburgh.

I only pull away when she does, and I can’t stop the smile I give her in return.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

She nods. “Yes, for the most part.”

I give her a knowing look, but before I can say anything more, Draco clears his throat. He holds his hand out, standing to the side of an open doorway. Hermione goes in first and I follow.

“Hermione, dear,” Narcissa says warmly. She’s seated at the end of an elegant dining table. “Melisa, Thomus, I’m so glad you were able to join us for dinner.” She gestures for Hermione to sit next to her left. Thomus beats me to the chair next to her, so I’m left sitting next to Draco, across from Thomus. Great.

Just as we’ve all settled, Lucius Malfoy enters the room, freezing in his tracks. “Are you all lost?” he says. Clearly he wasn’t expecting guests. Hermione glares at him while both Thomus and Draco stiffen in their seats, sharing a look between them. I want to sigh when I realize the only seat left is next to me at the head of the table. Lucius looks in relatively better condition than the last time I saw him, pressuring Draco into recognizing Harry.

“Hush,” Narcissa snaps. “I invited them.” Her eyes jump between me and Hermione. “You’ll have to pardon Lucius. I’m afraid he’s been under a lot of stress lately.”

Lucius’s brow lifts as he pulls out his chair. “They’re slaves, not house guests, Narcissa.”

“I truly don’t see the difference.” She flips her napkin and lays it across her lap. “As long as they’re here, they need not remain locked away with only books for company.”

“Father,” Draco says, a greeting and a warning.

“How good of you to join us, Draco.” Lucius half-bows sarcastically before taking his seat. “Thomus,” he bites out, his voice clipped.

“Brother.” Thomus’s voice is equally icy, but his face expressionless. The mask is on here, too?

I can feel the scrutiny of Lucius’s gaze before I even look up.

“I see you’ve decided to take the dog out for a walk, baby brother,” Lucius remarks, a glint in his eyes. “Have you taught it any good tricks?”

I have half a mind to bark at him when Thomus snaps coldly, “She bites.” My lips press together to keep from smirking.

An elf appears at Hermione’s elbow with a decanter, startling her. “Wine, Miss?”

“Mippy,” Lucius scowls. “You will serve the Lord of the Manor first.”

Mippy’s large eyes lower and she skuttles over to Lucius. Draco’s hand comes up to rub his eyebrow like he has a headache already. Can’t say that I disagree with him. There’s something about Lucius that sets my teeth on edge. The silence is thick as Mippy fills our wine glasses, and when she finally gets to me, I softly thank her with a grateful smile.

“I see they no longer teach table manners in America,” Lucius says to me. I look around, trying to figure out what he’s talking about. My napkin isn’t in my lap, like the rest of them. I sit up straighter in my seat, grab the napkin, and look him in the eye as I lazily drop it into my lap.

Just as he opens his mouth to retort, Narcissa cuts him off. “You attended Ilvermorny, dear? I hear it’s such a fascinating place. It was modeled after Hogwarts, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I say, inhaling sharply. “I believe we both get sorted into houses.”

“Statues pick who they want in their houses by reacting in a certain way,” Hermione jumps in. “The Horned Serpent’s forehead crystal lights up, the Wampus roars, the Thunderbird beats its wings, and the Pukwudgie raises its arrow. I’ve always wanted to see that first-hand.”

Lucius sniggers. “An insufferable know-it-all, indeed.”

Hermione’s face falls, like she’d forgotten where she was for a moment, too excited to talk about something interesting.

Narcissa ignores his comment. “Would you happen to know how those houses compare to those at Hogwarts?”

I shake my head. “Nothing definitive. When I was claimed, the Pukwudgie raised its arrow, but the Thunderbird’s wings were…” I smile at the memory. “Persistent.”

“I believe,” Thomus says, putting his wine glass down after taking a sip, “it was Jacob Astor who told me that the Pukwudgie is to Hufflepuff as Thunderbird is to Slytherin.”

“A mudblood Slytherin,” smirks Lucius, chuckling to himself. “What a contradiction.”

I sit back in my chair, frowning into my wine glass before taking a deep gulp of it. When I glance up, I catch Thomus giving his brother an annoyed look. Narcissa sighs heavily at Lucius’s remark.

The soup bowls fill on their own and Mippy appears at Hermione’s elbow again. “This is Mippy’s favorite! Pumpkin soup! Mippy makes it special for Miss-“

“Do you plan on announcing every course?” Lucius interrupts.

“Lucius,” Narcissa warned, turning to her elf. “Thank you, Mippy.”

The elf twirls her ear around her long boney finger and vanishes. I wait until I see what spoon everyone grabs before doing the same. All of the Malfoys are sitting poised and elegant in their chairs as they lean over their bowls. I try to do the same, but there’s only so much one could do when you fill out the space between the chair and table with ease. I almost always end up with food on my chest, not in my lap. To avoid making a mess, I barely coat the spoon with the thick soup and make sure that it doesn’t drip before bringing it to my mouth. To the elf’s credit, it tastes divine. If I weren’t sitting next to someone judging my every move, I’d go ham.

Unfortunately, as is usual with my shitty luck, a drop lands right above the sweetheart neckline of my shirt. I quickly grab the napkin before it can slide down into my cleavage. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Lucius, who I see raises an eyebrow.

“How does it feel to be the least educated one at the table, Miss Alder?” he sneers.

“I actually have three degrees, Mr. Malfoy,” I bite out, unable to stop myself. “Four, if you include my double major. So excuse me if I haven’t had the time to learn your fancy table manners.”

He meets my heated gaze with renewed interest in his own. I notice Thomus lowers the spoonful he was about to put into his mouth, eyes on me.

“I thought Merlin University would’ve been more exclusive in its student criteria,” Lucius says, feigning surprise.

“We both know that it is,” I reply.

“Then I fail to see how muggle degrees can really compare.”

“No,” I say. “You wouldn’t, would you?” It was less of a question and more of a statement.

“Whatever could you be implying, Miss Alder?” His tone is teetering on a taunt.

I press my lips together again, holding back the insults I wanted to hurl at him. There’s nothing I could say that would ever sting as much as his haughty judgement. I pick up the wine glass again, sitting back in my chair, and give him as an emotionless stare as I could muster.

“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s not my responsibility to educate you on something you clearly don’t wanna learn.”

Lucius smirks. “Correct.”

“Hermione, dear,” Narcissa says quickly, before anymore ill-wit comes from this side of the table. “Have you had a chance to visit the conservatory off the western wing? It’s lovely this time of year.”

Hermione fidgets in her seat. “Er… no. I haven’t had the opportunity yet.”

“Too busy exploring the perimeter, I expect,” Lucius says, smiling coolly at her. So much for no more ill-wit.

She glares at him, her cheeks flushing. “Yes, well, I suppose you could call me more of a hands-on learner. I’m not one to take things I’m told at face value.”

“Do you find your situation terribly confining, Miss Granger?” he says, leaning forward, his eyes fixated on her. He tilts his head. “Having your own living quarters, and free range of the Manor? Does it make you a bit feverish to experience the world outside?”

“That’s enough, Lucius,” Narcissa cuts, frowning. He relents after a moment, lounging back in his chair, a smile on his lips. She turns to Hermione again. “I happen to love walking around the estate in the mornings. It’s so tranquil. The grounds truly wake with you.”

“Granger’s already gone on a morning walk, Mother,” Draco scathes. Hermione’s eyes jump to him, narrowing as he speaks. “You can stop selling it to her. She was almost killed last time.”

My breath catches with worry as my eyes bounce between them. She must’ve found out the hard way what happens when you try to breach the perimeter.

She sits up straighter in her chair, her shoulder’s square. “I don’t regret that ‘walk’ one bit. In fact, it was quite informative,” she says sharply. “I’d like access to my balcony back, by the way.”

Lucius sputters, “Your balcony…”

Narcissa vanishes behind the brim of her wine glass. Thomus looks on as I do, though his eyes are glued to Draco’s face.

“And why would I do that, if you’re so fond of injuring yourself?” Draco says, daintily patting his mouth with his napkin.

“The likelihood of dying from a three-story fall is so low –“

“If I know you, you’ll accomplish it,” he bites out.

“Well, I hardly see the difference,” she says, her brown eyes alite. “I’m just as likely to be injured in my room as out of it.” She pauses, the tension in the room pulled tight like a string. Her eyes bounce around the table, from Lucius with his raised brow over his wine glass, to Narcissa, who looks suddenly misplaced at the mention of this incident. Draco takes a deep breath, but says nothing.

Frustrated, she waves her hand in my direction, nearly knocking over her water glass. “You’d think after what Bellatrix did to her, a preventative measure would have been taken.”

My eyes widen and my chest tightens so much that it’s a struggle to suck in air. I briefly look over to Thomus, who’s eyes are ricocheting from Hermione, to Draco, and finally to me. My gaze drops instantly and I put the wine glass down, balling my shaking hands in my lap.

“What?” comes Thomus’s voice, his tone dropping lower than his talking voice. I keep my eyes locked on the polished grain in the table. The heaviness in the single word he spoke reminds me of his display of rage in Edinburgh.

Hermione doesn’t fail to notice the sudden change in the person sitting next to her. “When – When Bellatrix was here,” she stutters, “she said – taunted, actually – that she’d… she’d already visited Melisa.”

I grit my teeth, dread and panic nearly consuming me. My heart wants to leap out of my chest. The only reason I can see why he’d be mad is that I kept it from him, not that it happened at all. Why would he care?

“What does she mean?” he demands. I feel everyone’s eyes on me, but I don’t look up.

“Nothing,” I say quietly.

The spoon that he’d been tightly gripping, clatters into the bowl, the sound grinding against my nerves. “Show me,” he demands again.

“Show you what?” I say, trying to play dumb and failing.

Then all of a sudden, my chair is pulled back away from the table and turned 90 degrees. My eyes fly up to see Thomus taking long strides around the table, his eyes dark and murderous. Stopping in front of me, he yanks my right arm out and shoves the sleeve back in one fluid motion. Finding nothing, he grabs my left, about to do the same.

“No, don’t,” I beg, the fear so plain in my voice. My hand is over his, trying to stop him. I try pulling my arm away but his grip only tightens. He pushes the sleeve back. Hermione and Narcissa gasp behind me as he holds my arm up to the light.

The bruises were only just barely starting to yellow. The jagged red lines and curves are still puckered, the words still easily read. My eyes are trained to his face, afraid of his reaction, but unwilling to look away. His expression remains tense as he stares at it, eyes tracing every line. His grip turns painful.

Lucius chuckles. “How fitting.”

Thomus whips his head around. “Shut up,” he snarls. He turns back to me, bracing his free hand on the arm rest, and gets all up in my face. My head presses hard into the high back of the dining chair. “When did this happen? At Cliveden?”

My eyes are wide, my breathing shallow. I open my mouth in an attempt to form words, but nothing comes out.

His grip on my wrist and the chair shakes as he bursts out, “Answer me!”

My jaw snaps shut and I quickly shake my head.

“Thomus,” says Lucius, his calm arrogant voice the opposite of his brother. “If you’re going to make a spectacle with your mudblood, does it really have to be over our soup?” Thomus redirects his glare to him. “Surely this… misunderstanding can be dealt with somewhere private?”

Thomus’s gaze circles the table, his mouth a hard line. “Fine,” he hisses after a brief moment. He straightens, not sparing me a glance before turning for the door. The grip on my wrist is unwavering as he tugs me quickly along behind him.

In the hallway, I don’t have time to contemplate the feelings brewing in my chest. He’s towing me back the way we came, but instead of continuing to the Hall we arrived in, he shoves open the door to the office with his shoulder. He yanks me toward him and shoves me in first, finally releasing his hold on my wrist. I stumble in and shuffle away, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

The room is silent except for heavy rain beating down on the large window and our panting breaths. I brace myself on the edge of the desk, my eyes are still wide and wary as I take him in. He glares at me for a moment, hands fisted at his side, his chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, before he begins to pace.

“When did this happen?” he demands.

My heart is threatening to bust out of my chest, but I still find the strength to lock my jaw and raise my chin. Before I answer him, my grip on the edge of the desk tightens. “Nearly three weeks ago.”

His pacing falters, but he still doesn’t stop. “Three fucking weeks ago?” he snarls. “Where was I?”

I shrug. “You got called away that morning during breakfast.”

“It happened the morning after Edinburgh?”

“No, the night.”

He sighs heavily, and it comes out in a kind of groan as he runs his fingers through his still damp hair. “How could she - ? What would’ve prompted her to –“ he says more to himself than to me.

“I think she saw,” I interrupt, my voice surprisingly calm. He stops and turns to me, his eyes narrowed. “I think she saw us before we left.”

“Is this what you two were talking about at Cliveden?” he asks, his voice rushed. “Did you lie to me?”

I shake my head. “No, I didn’t lie to you. She guessed herself that I hadn’t told you.”

“Yes, it seems she and I are wondering the same thing,” he says, taking a couple steps towards me. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” His voice cracks on the curse word.

I don’t answer him and our eyes bore into each other for an unbearable moment too long. My arms fold under my chest and I stand, walking aimlessly and anxiously around.

“Because honestly it was none of your business,” I lie. Well, it’s a half-lie.

He sputters. “None of my business?! I-“

“Just because your name is on my arm doesn’t mean you actually give a fuck about me,” I exclaim, whirling on him. “I wasn’t going to go running to you that your girlfriend fucking carved me up. What difference would it have made?”

“What difference –“

“I know what I am!” My voice doesn’t go easy on the resentment, letting loose all of the pent up bitterness. “I know what I am to you, and to all those other FUCKERS out there who’ve decided I’m not worth the air I breathe just because my parents aren’t magical.” I pull my sleeve up to my elbow, finally exposing the words to him myself. “You can’t tell me that these words mean nothing to you. It’s exactly what you think I am.” Tears blur my vision and I furiously blink them away. “Nothing but a filthy mudblood pig.”

I jump when he abruptly lets out a snarl from deep in his chest, driving his fist into the wall. It doesn’t go through, but it definitely makes a dent.

“And you’re upset why?” I continue, unable to help myself. “This shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. After all, you bought me to cook and clean and suck your dick, right?” He doesn’t look at me, his fist curling on it even tighter. “So why should you care if I get a little bruised and battered? A little felt up? A little raped?”

It takes all of two seconds for Thomus to spin on his heel, roughly grab my shoulders, and push me back against the shelves that line the wall behind the desk. One of his hands threads itself to the back of my head, pulling and tilting my face up to see his furious eyes as they bore down onto me. His chest heaves against mine and I feel his breath fan my face as he speaks.

“Because I bought you,” he growls low, “and no one is allowed to touch you, but me.”

And then his lips come crashing down onto mine.

Notes: Okay, SO-

While writing chapter Twenty, I've had to do some thinking about Thomus and Melisa's past before the auction. In doing so, my mind jumped to pondering if I could get the two together in a non-dark au? Specifically, in Lovesbitca8's The Right Thing To Do. I can see it being similar to this, where I just shove the two characters into an already existing timeline and just have familiar characters mildly interact.

I can see it being an office romance type, with a big ole mystery plot thrown in. A few ideas for it were like fake relationship/undercover work, boss/secretary type relationship. I'm purposefully being very vague without giving too many details out. Those tropes will make sense when the next chapter comes out next week and you find out more about certain characters pasts. Working title is "The Water Ghost (or Witch, haven't decided yet)". I think I also wanna try my hand at dual perspectives along the lines of a traditional Harlequin romance novel. *sighs* i wanna write it NOW.

Anyways, would anyone be interested in reading that story? Or am I crazy?

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

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garbinge · 2 years

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Unfair

Frank Castle x OC Georgia Madden

Summary: Georgia reached her breaking point and let it all rain down on Frank, in the aftermath he comforts her.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma and pain, nothing in deep detail but enough to get the point across.

A/N: This is pure coping for me. I had a day and figured I’d use one of my favorite fictional murdering comfort characters to help me through it. Enjoy xo.

Word Count: 1k.

She felt the tears sting at her eyes, burning in her throat. Frustration. It never made any fucking sense. When she was a kid, she was told crying was weakness, tears were a sign of defeat. But every time she tried to explain that she wasn't sad. Wasn’t depressed. Wasn’t down. She was frustrated. Fed up. Angry. No one believed her.

The situation, although different every time was like repeating the same shitty cycle. It was unfair for everyone.

For her dad; who was unaware surely of the pain and annihilated mental state he left his daughter in day after day. That’s what she at least told her self, he wouldn’t have wanted to see her suffer like this, but maybe it was just too hard for her to place the blame.

For her; how the memory of her father just dropped in, left a sea of destruction in its path wherever it went and left just as quickly as it arrived. Leaving the wreck behind for her to clean up. Which felt more like shoving things into the closet for someone (her) to deal with at a later time, that never seemed to come.

For those around her; aka Frank. They were the ones who got the brunt end of the anger and frustration. There was never an explanation, just a lash out, a look for an escape and a glimmer of hope that maybe someone else would put in the work and fix it for her. It might’ve been the worse for them, because they were just the innocent bystanders of her destruction.

She stared at the man she just got into a screaming match with. All those thoughts swirling around her mind as she figuratively stood in the destruction of it all. It was almost as if it was what she wanted. An excuse to get angry. An excuse to boil over past her point. A legitimate reason, something tangible to let the anger find it’s home in. It was nearly the fifth time today the thoughts snuck into her head and she had enough. The nap did nothing, the bath just sweated out her initial animosity, probably just tiring her out from the physicality of the boiled up trauma. But mentally, she was staring at Frank ready to fucking rumble.

“I ain’t gonna fight with you.” His gruff voice was firm.

“Don’t back down now, Rough Rider.” She scoffed at him, one eyebrow raised. “Come on, aren’t you The Punisher?”

Georgia was now poking the bear but Frank just nodded, accepting her attitude.

“Fuck you, Frank.” The girl turned around letting her hair whip around as she retreated to her room.

Frank stood his place letting her settle for a couple minutes before he followed after her. He opened the door that the woman had just recently slammed and saw her curled up in bed, again. Her body was shaking and suddenly a little sob managed to sneak it’s way through the silence. He made his way over to the other side of the bed and bent down so he was eye level with her.

His hand made it’s way to push the hair out of her face, letting the tears stay on her cheeks and stain them. He wasn’t there to take the pain away, he wasn’t there to help her through it, he was just there to be there. Comfort. In the end, this was her job to tackle, or for her to continue this cycle of shutting down.

“I’m sorry.” The two words stumbled out of her mouth inbetween sobs.

She opened her eyes and she saw Frank. Like really saw him. Up close. The scars from past fights, the marks of the new ones from their recent adventures together.

“You look like shit.” She managed to let out a chuckle.

“Hey, I thought you were apologizing.” He let his mouth curve into a smile.

“We’re some pretty fucked up individuals, aren’t we?” She asked moving her hand to wrap around his chiseled face.

He leaned into her touch ever so slightly, he didn’t close his eyes, almost as if he was punishing himself, not letting himself fully sink into the bliss of the moment because he knew he didn’t truly deserve it. But that was his own cross to bear and he was a lot better at bottling it in and keeping people out than the woman in front of him, no matter what tough guy act she put on.

“I hear it builds character.” His deep voice offered some comedic advice.

“I wish I could hide my shit like you do.” Her voice wasn’t broken up anymore and her sobs had slowed, she turned over now, letting her back be fully cushioned by the bed and her eyes drift to the ceiling.

“You don’t wish that.” Frank said as he settled next to her in bed, taking his arm behind her head and bringing her close to his chest.

“You cross over to my side of the line, you don’t get to come back from there. Ever.” He was more serious than ever. “Only way out is to find something you care about.”

His grip got tighter around her and she cuddled into him.

“This your way of telling me you care about me, Castle?”

A smile formed on his mouth since he knew where her head was situated on his chest, she couldn’t see it.

Their problems weren’t exactly fixed, they didn’t even get a chance to really talk about it. But maybe right now another bandaid on the problem was all she needed. Another person to help her hold the closet door shut as she piled up and hid more and more destruction in it. And Frank would allow it one more time.

It was unfair, for both of them now. He said nothing, just let the silence take over the room. He couldn’t let the words form out of his mouth, it’d make it too real, and he would feel too damn guilty but being a man of action, he did let his hand move up and down Georgia’s arm after her question. Enough to let her know that Frank Castle loved her and he’d do anything for her.

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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bad boy good thing viii.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 1, 964

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

“I can’t believe this!” Jeonghan puffs while he drops his belongings loudly onto the table in the study lounge, causing a few other students to turn and glare.

“Would it kill you to be quiet?” Jungkook grumbles, picking at the edge of the paper of his textbook, eyes never straying away from the content of the page.

“No. I will not be quiet because I thought football bros were bros for life!” Jeonghan whines.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You know that’s kind of concerning when you put it that way.”

Jeonghan simply waves the other boy off before he leans forward as if he has something important he has to say. Jungkook knew him well enough to know that it would either waste Jungkook’s precious study time or be something so out of the ordinary that he can’t help but be intrigued.

Jungkook shrugged and takes the chance, anyway.

“Namjoon bailed.” He deadpans. “Again!”

Jungkook stiffens ever so slightly but feigns disinterest with a noncommittal hum.

“Really.”

Jeonghan nods his head, or shook his head—it was hard to tell because he was all over the place and he seemed more displeased than anything.

“I never thought we’d lose our own captain to a girl.” He sniffs.

Jungkook sighs, already done with the conversation because somehow no one can ever mention Namjoon without mentioning you now, apparently because the two of you were hanging out much more frequently. He’s bitter. And he’s confused—because he’s attempted patching things up with you but you only would ever reply to him with curt responses than the enthusiastic ones you used to flatter him with.

JK: hey. there’s a new cafe outside of campus. U wanna go?

Smarty Pants 🐰: Im busy. Next time? :)

JK: are u free tonight?

JK: im heading to the library later. wanna meet up for some ramen first? On me!!!

Smarty Pants 🐰: sorry jungkook, meeting w administrators for pastoral care matters

Smarty Pants 🐰: Do you need help with the content?

JK: oh… it’s fine, just wanted to hang out with you. We haven’t done that in a while

JK: jimin said u finally have some free time next week? Let’s catch up! i’ll treat u to some banana bread :D

Smarty Pants 🐰: i have plans with joon. which day were you thinking?

JK: Anytime. When are you meeting hyung?

Smarty Pants 🐰: we kind of have plans every day, here and there. could I get back to you?

And that was it. The blow that Jungkook knew he deserved but couldn’t deal with. You had tried your best to avoid any personal interaction with Jungkook and he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

“They’re kind of perfect for each other, don’t you think?” Jeonghan interrupts Jungkook’s sour mood when he recalls all his failed attempts at trying to meet with you personally.

Jungkook blinks then furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who?”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Joon and your friend _____.” He knocks on the table. “Bunch of nerds together.” He adds with a snicker.

Jungkook stiffens, hands clutching his textbook tighter.

“You say that like there’s something wrong with being a nerd.” He says slowly.

“There isn’t. Really.” Jeonghan defends. “It’s just so … fitting. Captain of the football team who’s lowkey a softie and an art nerd with the overachiever on campus. Their IQ’s combined are probably in the 300 range.”

Jungkook scowls.

“Haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘opposites attract’?” Jungkook asks sourly.

Jeonghan scoffs. “Yeah. Like you actually believe in that cliche phrase. Come on—we all know you’re likely to end up with someone who’s more like you than different.”

The insinuation doesn’t sit well with Jungkook, but he can’t chew Jeonghan out for it anyway. He didn’t know the nature of your friendship with him, nor was he aware of the history the two of you shared.

“Never say never.” Jungkook shrugs.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes before taking out his laptop and settling into a comfortable position.

“I think he’s going to ask her to be his girlfriend soon.” He says off-handedly as if he assumed Jungkook gave a shit.

He did, and his heart drops to his stomach.

“Hey,” Jungkook calls out when he spots you slip past him at the foyer outside the humanities building.

You twirl around at the sound of your name being called, and your eyes widen when you spot Jungkook walking towards you with furrowed brows.

“J-Jungkook?”

Why you sounded so scared to see him, he wasn’t sure. But he knows that he’s frustrated because it’s the first time he’s seen you after the game where you and Namjoon left to hang out at the exhibition, despite his desperate attempts at calling you out to hang out with him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Jungkook frowns, cutting straight to the chase.

You splutter for a response, and you realise that you’re basically gaping at him when you clutch your folders tighter to your chest.

“I’ve been busy, Jungkook. I told you this.” You softly remind him.

Jungkook scoffs, and he feels his mean bone grow; feeling the need to correct you because you were smart—and both of you knew that your excuse was lame.

“Really?” He says dryly. “Too busy to hang out with me but not with Namjoon?” He can’t help how bitter he sounds, especially when he’s heard from the rest of the football members; including Jimin and Taehyung that you were spending a suspicious amount of time with the captain.

You furrow your brows at him when Jungkook stares you down, waiting for a response.

“That doesn’t change the fact I was busy.” You huff.

Jungkook frowns at you, clutching his backpack tighter with his hand as he notices the way you avoid his eyes by dropping them to the ground.

“Why are you being like this?” Jungkook accuses, tone already on the offensive.

You gape up at the boy, brows scrunched in displeasure.

“Me? I’m not being anything. I told you that I was busy and we would rain check, didn’t I?”

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek, frustration pooling in his stomach. “Somehow you’re only busy whenever I want to hang out, right?” He scoffs sarcastically. “I thought we were good.”

You stiffen, knuckles turning white when you grip your belongings harder.

“We are.” You say curtly.

“No, we’re not.” Jungkook retorts. “If we were then you wouldn’t need to find shitty excuses to get out of hanging out with me.”

You open your mouth, then close it. You feel yourself grow more exasperated with Jungkook the more he can’t realise the fact that you were still finding a way to navigate the throes of your relationship with him.

“They were not shitty excuses.” You snap. “Listen, we can meet tomorrow for coffee if you really—”

“That’s not what this is about!” Jungkook exasperates, breathing out in a huff.

You purse your lips. “Then what is it, Jungkook? You came up to me and started accusing me of lying to you because I couldn’t meet up at the times you proposed.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw when he notices the way your voice gets increasingly sterner when you talk to him. It only reminds him of the way you used to chastise him when he was younger when he’d do something that was ‘immature’ but standard for a teenaged boy.

“I apologised!” He cries. “I’m sorry I was a dick before this but I’m really trying to fix things between us but you’re—”

“I’m what, Jungkook?” You interject with a frown. “I’m doing my best at healing?” You add softly. “An apology won’t erase what happened.”

Jungkook feels himself deflate, especially at the way your eyes dart away when he attempts to look into them.

“I know it won’t but I just want things to go back to normal.” He sighs.

You screw your eyes shut, finding the words to say before you look at him with such sad eyes that he nearly pulls you close just to comfort you so that he wouldn’t have to acknowledge the fact that it was his fault.

“It’s not that easy.” You whisper, gripping at the hem of your sleeves. “It may be for you but it’s not the same for me.”

Jungkook releases a sigh so loud that your eyes widen, as he attempts to think of something better to say—to offer.

“I really am sorry.” He lamely apologises, his voice sounding a lot like a scolded child.

“I know.” You nod. “But you don’t know how it feels to have …” You swallow. “Whatever. We’re good. I just need time, Jungkook.”

Jungkook furrows his brows when you turn away to stalk off, but he grabs at your elbow to turn your body to face him. Your eyes briefly make contact with the way he’s gently holding onto you before they tilt up to meet his confused gaze.

“How it feels to have what?” He pries.

You sigh, shaking off his grip. “Look. It doesn’t matter. I’m being sensitive.” You deprecate immediately.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the spite in your tone, especially when you say it so firmly and seriously when you dismiss him.

“I want to fix this—us.” He pleads desperately. “Why can’t you just be honest with me?”

As if his words set you off, your eyes snap up and blaze with the pent up fury and anger you’ve been suppressing the entire time.

“Me? Be honest with you?” You scoff. “Real fucking funny. Because when I was honest with you, you turned it on me and took advantage of my vulnerability.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “What—?”

“You want honest?” You fume. “Fine. I’ll give you honest but you better listen closely this time because I won’t be repeating myself again.” You poke into his chest, even if it’s fierce and stern, he feels the heartache pouring through. “You were my best friend, Jungkook. You were and are someone important to me and you fucked me over because you knew I couldn’t say no to you. You knew how I felt and you took advantage of that fact just so you could get what you wanted and go.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, confused at the information you were throwing at him.

“How you felt—?”

You cut him off again with a huff. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know. Why else did you think I did all the shit you wanted?”

“I-I don’t understand.” Jungkook stutters, head caught in a loop when you glare at him harder.

“You knew every bit of insecurity that I had and you weaponised that against me just so you could keep me close.” You say softly. “You knew, either way, I would’ve stayed because I’ve always been there, Jungkook.”

“You’re confusing me.” He deadpans, grabbing onto your shoulders so you were forced to stare at him.

He notices the glistening of your eyes as he feels his heart constrict when he realises you’re trying your best to keep your tears at bay.

“Well, you did it first so it’s only fair.” You sniffle. “You can act like shits fine because you weren’t the one who was attached. I was. So just let me have this time to myself to figure things out because I can’t even be around you without being sad, Jungkook.” You whimper.

He calls for your name but you're already furiously rubbing at your eyes as you curse under your breath as you spin on your heels to hurry away.

Jungkook gapes at you as he attempts to process what you just said, but before he can get another word in—you're leaving him to feel the weight of your words in the footsteps that draw further and further away.

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 years

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Twice the Chaos: Chapter 1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!DemonHybrid)OC: Pandora Barlowe

Summary: You were only passing through. You had nowhere to go; you were the spawn of Satan himself. There was no place in the world for you. Until you met a blonde vampire.

Warnings: Parental Abandonment, Depression, Chaotic Life

A/n: Listen... I’m just tryna see something here...

Key: Bold/Italics = Telepathic Conversation/Thoughts

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Your mother had left you when you were of age; not wanting to take care of a freak. That was how your mother always referred to you. Your Father? He was never around. Since being left out into the streets, life has been absolute chaos. You try to make a living for yourself; but you began developing new features.

“I’m sorry, we can no longer have you be working at our establishment,” The owner comes up to you

You were just trying to clean tables; next was you getting fired?

“What? Why? I haven’t violated any of your rules,” You try to counter-argue, “More so, I’ve been trying to not violate them...”

“Your... Vibe... Everyone’s giving us weird looks... It’d be better if you no longer worked here,” He doesn’t budge

You storm out of your former workplace.

That is IT! I’m done!

You try running your hands through your hair but you felt something knock against your fingertips.

Stubs?! That can’t be...

You saw something move from the bottom corner of your eye.

A tail?! What the absolute hell is happening?

You run off to the woods in order to avoid getting any further attention from humans. You did everything... Just simply trying to get through like at the age of 18. Clearly it wasn’t going to happen...

You are beginning to become like me...

Who said that?!

You were beginning to freak out.

Your father...

What are you talking about?! My dad was never around! He could be dead for all I know and care!

You don’t get it do you?... I am your father...

Father?

You were sure your father just ran off with another woman. But, it wasn’t logically possible to have someone telepathically speak to you.

Why am I going to believe some voice in my head that’s never been around until now?!

You just try to get the same voice out of your head.

You’re like me... You can come home. You won’t have to worry about being judged here...

Home?! My mother threw me out as soon as I turned 18... Since then I couldn’t even keep a single job afloat without anyone that comes within my radius getting me fired because of my “bad vibes”! Well, look at it this way-

No! Face it! There’s no place for me!!!!! Heaven or Hell? Doesn’t matter... There’s no damn place for a freak like me...

The voice in your head ceased then. But, the development of new features hadn’t. Your stubs? Grew into small horns. Tail? Resembled a Demon’s tail. Pointed end and everything.. It’s been months since you had your last job... Anyone really. You use a beanie to cover your horns and you shove your tail into your pants or jacket; whichever was comfortable. You mysteriously was still stable enough to create your own little place in the woods. But, it was still depressing for you. You still thought about how your mother abandoned you, getting fired just because of the vibes you give off, despite trying to be a normal human.

“Why me?...” You ask yourself, “Why me?....”

You look up as soon as you felt a single raindrop fall.

I need a new tarp... But, I’m not in for going back into town... They wouldn’t eve just as so sell me a new tarp... Whatever I guess...

You had passed out while the rain was going on. However, when you open your eyes, you were expected to feel wet. But, you felt warm. You look up to see a brand new tarp draped over your small hideout and you look back down to see a Sherpa-lined blanket engulfing you in warmth.

Who?...

“Got me these?...” You ask yourself

You crawl out of the hideout and try to look around the woods to see if there was anyone else that had been camping out. But, no such people were there. You scoff but felt thankful that someone was sympathetic enough to give you a whole new tarp to go over your head and a blanket.

Fortunately it had stopped raining by the time you went out to go fishing to get your fill for the day. To be honest, it didn’t feel so bad when you would be out fishing, you found a big enough lake to see the sun rise and set over the horizon, you were able to catch a handful of fish to get you through each day.

I see you’ve grown accustomed to living on your own... Nice job kiddo.

What did I say about coming out to “chat”? Don’t try and persuade me to “Come home”.

I’m not. I’m just checking in on you. You claim that there’s no place for you here... Yet, you’ve made a small place for yourself?

Might as well be somewhere off the grid.

Not to that once blondie...

A blondie?... Who?...

Not sure, but that new tarp and blanket? That’s from her.... She’s been coming nearly every night...

You watch me sleep?...

I do it to protect you so you could sleep.

Don’t try and act like my dad... I’m fine without him....

You still don’t believe me?..

Still haven’t seen you face to face.

You wouldn’t want to see me face to face....

Good, we’re on the same page then. Don’t think I’d want to meet my old man anyway...

Once dusk had hit, you were putting out a firepit you had set up to cook the fish you had caught not too long before.

I got you kiddo. Go ahead and sleep.

I said don’t treat me like you’re trying to be like my dad. I never knew him anyway...

You take the blanket and use a couple of your flannels as a pillow.

Goodnight...

Night.

The same old routine persisted. You felt the off-putting vibes on how you were able to be this stable, especially living in an unused shed of all places that was clearly in a state of decay.

I think that blondie has taken a liking to you.

She’s still in question? She doesn’t even know me... How could you know?

When she would come check on you, just last night she was lying next to you. I know because she’s been visiting every night.

And she can’t see you?

No one can.

That’s a ‘shocker’... But can she not hear you?...

Only you and myself.

“Weird...” You take a deep breath as you sit against the tree

You were kind of fishing from sitting on a tree branch, decently high from the ground.

You’ve thought about the last several nights you were sleeping in your little hideout space. You would open your eyes, but still be half asleep. As you were half awake and half asleep; you could have sworn you felt an arm hooked around your waistline. But you don’t think anything of it as you pass right back out. The feeling would be gone in the morning.

You really think there is someone?

She’s come every night. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be taken to where she lives.

Out here? In the middle of nowhere? I doubt it..

Like clockwork, you set up your makeshift flannel pillow and lay across the old tarp you decided to use as a covering form the molding hardwood floor.

You open your eyes and realize the cold morning feeling is no longer around. Your eyes begin adjusting to so much light coming into the room.

“You’re awake now?” A feminine voice asks you

You were startled. Startled to the point where you fell off the bed. You groan at the impact. Trying to gain your vision back, a figure comes walking over to you. You immediately sit up and begin backing away.

“You-you don’t wanna be near me,” You say, almost in a drunken state, “I’m no good around people...”

“Says who?” She asks

“Says the many people that have fired me from jobs because of the vibes I give off,” You groan when you feel the wall against your back

“Well, they just go by the book cover,” She says, helping you back into bed, “You should lay down... You hit your head there pretty hard.”

In your still blurred vision; the woman’s hair was brunette.

That isn’t her...

But, she isn’t giving off any bad vibes...

I’ll be the judge of that...

You try to sit up again but a hand is gently pressed against your shoulder.

“My daughter will be here any minute to check on you,” She says, calmly, “You should thank her when you have the chance... She felt miserable watching you every night.”

She... Felt miserable?...

See? She does like you.

But, she still barely knows me. I don’t even know her name and vice versa.

That could change here.

Will you just stop talking?....

The next time you open your eyes, your vision slowly coming together; you saw a faint color of blonde.

Could it be?...

“I told you you shouldn’t have brought that... Thing in here. She’ll get us all killed,” A male voice tries to persuade the blonde

“I couldn’t just leave her there,” She argues, “She was miserable. Carlisle and Esme already said she could stay here under my care.”

“If you get us killed it’s your fault,” He replies

You hear him storm out of the room.

“You’re awake for real now?” She sits at the bedside

“Where?-” You ask, trying to sit up

“My family estate,” She explains

“My-my stuff, some of my stuff-” You begin freaking out

“Already taken care of,” She slightly smiles

You sit up from the lush bedsheets, taking deep breathes as you try to wrap your head around the last several hours.

“How long was I out?” You ask the blonde

“Several hours,” She answers, “I continuously checked on you... You were... Crying, tossing and turning, talked in your sleep...”

“Oh? What about?” You ask

“Does... ‘Why me?...’, ‘What am I?...’ Ring a bell?” She asks

It does for me.

Shut up.

“I may have had those kinds of panic attacks while I slept...” You explains, “Which is why I look like shit right?..”

“I was going to say that you’ve slept for so long,” She says, cocking an eyebrow at you, “But if you think that too than you do you.”

It was an awkward silence for the both of you. You didn’t know what to make of this blondie.

I like her.

I said shut up.

What? She’s pretty, she’s looked after you the last serval nights.

That doesn’t mean she’s my soulmate or anything... We barely know each other, let alone each others’ names.

“My name’s Rosalie Hale,” the blondie answers

“Huh?” You ask, removing the bedsheets from your legs

“You... Didn’t know my name so... Thought I’d tell you,” She says, “Now, you must be hungry.”

“Yeah,” You say, in a suspicious tone, “Lead the way blondie.”

“It’s Rosalie,” She corrects you

“Alright blondie,” You continue using that nickname

Rosalie turns to you to try and hit you. You easily block her arm with yours. For the first time since childhood, you laughed. A genuine laugh had come out of your mouth. You stopped dead in your tracks; making Rosalie turn to you.

“You okay?” she asks, walking up to you

A chill runs up your spine as you feel her gentle touch against your forearm. You look back at her with a slight surprise. But, Rosalie didn’t seem phased by your sudden change in expression.

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I haven’t laughed in awhile... It’s.. Been a very long time.”

“How long is a long time?” She asks

“Probably when I was a little kid...” You sigh, “Since then, I’ve never really learned to smile, laugh or experience any sort of positive thing...”

“I’m so sorry,” She says, her expression changing to concern, “Well, what matters most is that you now have an actual roof over your head. You are under my care now.”

“You- don’t do me any favors blondie!” You try to protest

“Too late!” She smiles, letting out a small giggle

Ooooh, I do like her.

Aren’t you a fire spirit or something? Lay off buddy.

Oh we getting jealous now huh?

What?!- No! You aren’t physically here, so that means you can’t have blondie.

So you can?

That’s not what I’m saying- you know what, shut your trap!

“Your friend there is fond of me I see,” Rosalie blushes

“What? Him?” You ask, “You... Can hear him?”

“He’s in your head no?” She asks you

“Well, yes but- how can you know that?” You ask

“Let’s just say I’m full of surprises,” She smirks

You watch her walk off into the kitchen as you make eye contact with what looked to be her family members.

“I hope you’re well rested now sweetheart,” A brunette speaks

“That’s the adoptive mother and father; Carlisle and Esme,” Rosalie explains to you

“I’m sorry you have had a tough time these past few months,” Carlisle says, “But, you are more than welcome here.”

“Oh, just at least I can get back up on my feet,” You say, bashfully, “I wouldn’t want to take up any more space than I already have..”

“Nonsense!” A male voice enthusiastically says

Your feet lose contact with the ground. You let out a yelp as you try to get a vision of who had just grabbed you.

“That is my brother... Emmett Cullen,” Rosalie scoffs, “He’s a little bit... Chaotic..”

“Chaotic is my middle name,” He jokes as he sets you right back onto the ground

“Four of our other kids are somewhere around...” Carlisle explains, “Oh, they must be out hunting. You’ll see them when you see them.”

“Thank you again,” You say

Quite a family...

You’re telling me...

After you had gotten a proper meal for the first time in months, you found yourself in the library. You don’t really read that often anymore as you have come to the conclusion that it would take you a century to read a single book.

“Looking for something in particular?” Rosalie asks from the doorway

“To be honest... No,” You answer, “I guess I’ve just been wandering aimlessly. Never really been in a house this... Spacious..”

It’ll be much more spacious when you come live with me.

Like I said before. You are not my father and don’t try to have me come to wherever the hell it is that you live in.. Not a chance..

“You don’t get along with your dad very well?” Rosalie asks

“Never knew him...” You sigh, looking out to the forestry that surrounded the estate, “My mother said he left as soon as I was born...”

“Hey, before you go on, do you... Want to talk about it elsewhere?” She asks, placing her palm over your upper arm

“That would be nice,” You slightly smile

“I know a place,” Rosalie smiles

In one swift motion, Rosalie hoists you over her shoulder.

“You better hold on leech,” Rosalie teases

“That should be ME telling you that,” You nervously chuckle

Rosalie hops out of an open window; breaking into an inhuman speed. You weren’t sure where to hold on along Rosalie’s clothing without touching an area where Rosalie wouldn’t want you to touch her. So you just hang over her shoulder. Almost like a heavy weight.

“You doing okay?” Rosalie asks

“Yep!” You sort of lie, “Good as we can be blondie!”

“We’re almost there!” Rosalie announces to the both of you

Chapter 2

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mmprviolet · 2 years

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Rise of the Beasts: The Dream

(Spoilers; based on headcanons i have of the film); eventual Cheetor x OC.

I stood on the platform of the temple, as a light breeze sent shivers across my arms. Outside the markets were still open, catch that last bit of sunlight. To my right the builders were finishing what they could of their work. New temples to store of food for the coming months. I was done with my lessons; I spent that whole day writing what i saw.

For generations my family ruled over this kingdom. It was told we were descended from a simple farmer who, after a drought, shot a bow and arrow into the clouds. Bringing much needed rain. Over time, what was once a village expanded into a city. We had wars, though none in mine nor my parents years. Likely because we had help from our friends.

We believed them, the giant creatures that protected us, to be sent by the Gods. One a normal day they roamed around disguised as the local fauna. You couldn't tell them apart...you have to look very closely at the fine details.

But on other good days - and bad - they transformed into other things. They walked on two legs, like us, though not with skin or organs. Theirs were of a much different material, harder than stone and smoother than bronze. You could still catch pieces of the animal parts placed on discreet areas of their bodies. They came with weapons far to complicated for me to describe but they rarely used them. That was a good thing. War frightened me.

Aside from that they were friendly. They helped any way they could, as healers and hunters and teachers or simply a shoulder to cry on. They expressed the same emotions we did, cried and laugh and mourned. And loved.

I heard a big cat growl from behind me. I wasn't afraid. We played this game multiple times. But I still pretended to be oblivious as I allowed the beast to approach me.

It lunged.

Quickly I darted out the way confusing the beast. Its eyes went from cunning to surprised as I let out a laugh. The big cat reared back its spotted hinges and crept towards me again. I hid behind my bed eyeing the beast still grinning. Big cat lunged again. I avoided its paws stepping off to the side. We danced around like this for minutes. Each time it tried to ensnare me I managed to evade its capture.

Finally, i allowed it to swoop me up. I felt its weight on my back as it straightened itself up so it wouldn't smoosh me too much. Because of how it was built it was far heavier than normal animals.

"Caught ya," it huffed in my ear in triumph.

"Only because I let you," I retort with a smirk. I shifted until I was facing its green eyes. "You have to know i don't taste very good, I might make you sick."

"It's worth the risk," it replied before nuzzling its maw into my neck. I couldn't help but sigh. Its pulsing frame and soft purring sending different kinds of shivers through me. We stayed like this taking in each other's warmth...

Until a shrill alarm awoke Destiny from her sleep. Angered she slapped the snooze button and dragged the covers over herself. The tiny Brooklyn bedroom was still dark. She wanted nothing more than to stay in her domain. But she had to get up and get ready for work.

Work...if she was royalty she never had to work. Just like the Princess in her dreams. Minus the cheetah of course. She didn't want dirty wild animals anywhere near her. After a quick shower she put on a pink t shirt and hot pink smoking pants, and went into the kitchen to fix herself some cereal. The tv was still on, the morning news talking about some event that happened in Africa. Animal trafficking. While Destiny didn't like animals she still despised the idea of taking them from their homes to be cooped up in some rich white lady's house.

In what was now Peru, there were ruins of a once proud city. The evidence were a few temples left standing. At the bottom of the largest one a seal glowed hot green.

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shelby-love · 3 years

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TOMMY SHELBY

Marrying Off for Love

Requested: yes (by anonymous)

Prompts: none

Warning(s): language

Word Count: 1.8K

Author's note: I made this as realistic as possible! It ends neutrally I think; not happily but not you know... It's an ending fit for the Peaky Blinders!

This is a Reader x OC / Tommy Shelby x daughter!reader one shot

Being free of the name was always a distant thought in your mind. You would weigh the good and the bad of having a last name with significant influence. The good somehow always overthrown the bad, leaving you with everything other than a clear, calm mind.

Sure, the luxury that came with being a Shelby was worth the sacrifice. So was your twisted family, you guessed.

At least until you met him.

A fine man with a heart of gold. Quite literally the only man in Britain worth your while.

He was perfect in every way with his looks and his manners… save for the name, of course.

Alessi Villin.

That was just your luck. Getting attention of your father's rivaling gangsters and falling head over heels in love with the man in charge.

So what does a girl do in that situation?

She chooses love of course.

***

"What the bloody hell is wrong with Y/N?" Asked Arthur after barging into the Garrison that was empty just several moments later. No man stayed upon hearing that the Shelby's were gathering for a meeting. The oldest of the brothers, and coincidentally your favorite one, leaned over the empty bar having decided to fix himself s strong drink.

"How's Linda?" Asked Polly instead, pressing her cigarette against the ash tray. She had left a few cigarettes burn themselves out until the smell started to dominate. Satisfied, she leaned back, never looking more imposing as she did right then.

"She's alright," he mumbled, swinging the glass so the drink practically flew into his throat like a rapid.

"Right," started Ava, discarding her coat on a lone chair before settling in the middle of the huddled Shelby family. "Family meeting."

"We can't start," Arthur announced suddenly, crashing onto a chair with a bottle of scotch in hand. "Y/N's not 'ere."

"Then where in the bloody hell is she?" Ada asked with a tired frown, knowing you were never late for the meetings. You showed your distaste toward them yes, but never in your life have you avoided or been purposely late to one.

It intrigued Tommy to know too. His daughter was his whole world. You were the piece of his past life that not even war could take away. Even though he didn't show it.

But the man shook his head, knowing one thing – his daughter wasn't a stupid girl. Like her aunts, she was every bit as cunning and smart. A true Shelby lady.

But still.

Where were you?

Only Polly Gray knew, but she wasn't going to say a word until it was deemed necessary.

***

The top of the grass hill has overlooked the forests for many years. The soft array of green grass and variously colored wildflowers goes on for miles all around. The air is cool against your skin, with a touch of humidity from the last night's rain.

Your legs stretch out in front of you like you've ran for miles. The blissful feeling from the position you're in eases your tense muscles. It's beautiful really, despite the slightly damp ground. Your back falls against the grass and hair spreads at the ground. The sky is clear, the perfect shade of light blue. It almost looks too good to be true. It makes you smile in delight, as you didn't really remember the last time you truly drew in a fresh breath of air.

The man who had brought you out too see this was even more beautiful. Alessi's carefree smile pursued by eyes the same shade as grass around you put your mind at ease. Helped you think clearly. Something you hadn't done in a long time.

You looked at him and saw what you wanted to be – someone free of chains that hold one's mind back from thinking out of the box. Someone loyal to a fault and loving.

"Oi! Come here," you bellowed, sitting up and waving your hands in the air to get him away from the red wildflowers and into your arms.

Alessi didn't waste a beat and marched back toward you.

Wrapped in each other's embrace, and you never felt more at home.

That thought scared you. It scared you to know that now, there was another place you called home. In the arms of your father's rival none the less.

But that's what he gets for leaving you to your thoughts all your life. He let you be swallowed by the doubts and insecurities until he couldn't do anything about the said fact.

You had always told yourself; It's the war. The war had done that to him.

But shouldn't a father love his daughter more than anything in the world? Tommy is a complicated man that chose to move his family up in the world as a way to cope with the lingering nightmares of the war.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Alessi had asked, immediately pulling you out of the train of thoughts in your mind.

"That raspy voice of yours is the sweetest of songs to my ears," you mused with a smile, head against his chest that rose and fell with rhythmic ease.

His laugh broke out, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere.

You sat up and reached for his pocket, pulling out his favorite pocket watch to check the time. He had it custom made - the watch – wanting to have both of your initials on the front.

You melted every time you saw it.

"I missed the family meeting," you said suddenly, realization sinking in. Alessi met your eyes after you had finished quietly cursing the planet.

"I mean," you started, "It's not like I wanted to go. That's more of a formality I guess… Showing up and all."

He nodded in understanding but a question stood in front of the understanding, "Then why'd you fall in love with me? My family meeting was 2 days ago."

You bit your lip, not quite knowing how to answer.

Alessi didn't look any different than before asking the question as he stood up off the damp grass, fetching his waistcoat to put on. "What are you doing?"

"Preparing," he simply said, the thick Scouse accent breaking out with the word.

"Preparing for what?" You asked him, scurrying over to stand up.

"To ask you to marry me."

He appeared in front of you, and like a gentleman went down on one knee. There wasn't a gangster in him at that moment, the façade for the public disappeared to show something he showed only you.

Love.

Something you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"I don't care about your family, Y/N." Alessi said, "The only one I care about is you. I don't want to start a war with them because I don't want to see you get hurt. That's how much I care for you. That is just how much I love you."

Whatever happened in the next moments were true.

You had chosen to be someone's bride.

You had chosen a side you would stand by for the rest of your life.

***

The Shelby meeting could be thrown straight in the mud. Every family member went after their thing and the only thing that did seem to flow in peace was the alcohol.

"No, I really think someone kidnapped her." Arthur repeated for the 5th time, truly believing that someone had forcefully taken you as a leverage against them.

"She's not missing."

Polly saw no point in keeping your secret at that moment and so for the first time, you had given her the honors of revealing something instead of you.

"Then where the fuck is she, eh?" Arthur voiced.

Aunt Pol smiled down at Tommy who was holding the wooden chair in a vise grip, not saying a word for a few moments. Her lust for the dramatics only brought new tension into the room. "With the man she loves."

Polly's words shocked everyone present. Arthur choked on his alcohol; Ada's eyes went wide; Lizzie froze in her seat, her cigarette left and forgotten in her hand.

And as your father.

He wore a blank expression on his face even when he asked, "Who?"

Polly chuckled, "Alessi Villin, of course."

"Hold the fuck up!" Arthur butted in. "That bastard Villin we've been having trouble with?! What the hell happened with 'Don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders'? What the hell is wrong with 'er?"

"Y/N was never a Peaky," Polly told him, glancing at Tommy just as those words left her mouth. "But you knew that already, didn't you Tommy?"

"I suspected," Your dad admitted. "Just not with-"

"Your fucking competition…" Ada finished for him, clicking her tongue in pure disbelief, "I say good for her. She'll be the one that managed to get away from this twisted family!"

"Yea and then go to another one that's just like fucking us! Maybe even fucking worse!"

Both Ada and Arthur were shouting at each other now. The two were accompanied by Lizzie who had her own comments to add too.

Polly and Tommy stared each other down, "That boy loves her Tommy," Pol said. "She's his whole world. I saw it with my own eyes. And she loves him too."

Thomas said nothing as his aunt left the stunned family alone in the Garrison pub, ending the Shelby meeting with a single sentence.

***

You stood in front of your father's office door after being summoned the moment you were spotted back in Birmingham. With calm hands you twiddled the ring on your finger as a soon-to-be married woman.

You had a fiancé.

And you had to tell your dad about it.

But given that you missed the meeting, and Polly – the only person that knew – was there to fill in for your absence, you were sure the word has spread. Especially when you spotted Finn acting out the moment he saw you get out of the car. That boy can't keep a secret to save his life.

"You wanted to see me, Dad?" You asked once he called you in.

"Yes," he said, gaze locked on the papers. "Sit down."

You rolled your eyes at the tone and took a seat, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"An expensive ring you have there," Your father pointed to your left hand with his pen. "Is that what you spend your money on?"

"Was there a reason you wanted to see me?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "I've decided that your engagement to Alessi Villin is a good thing."

Hope sparked at that moment, making you ignore the fact that he knew of the engagement before you even told him. "Really?"

"You have my blessing but should your engagement fail, there is going to be a war. But if you go through with this and marry him, our family and the Villin family will be united forever and this war will be over."

You hardly believed your ears. "Y-you…"

Your father said nothing. "I'm not marrying so you could do business in Liverpool!"

"The Mersey river is Alessi's territory," he tried to reason. "If you marry him than we can-"

"There is no 'we' anymore Dad!" You bellowed through sudden tears, surprising both Tommy and yourself with your voice's strength. "I'm getting bloody married! To the man that I love at last, and you're acting like we're signing a bloody contract!"

The river of words flew out your mouth, "Don't treat me like you treated John! My marriage isn't like his!"

"Now, if that's all," You stood up and fixed your skirt. "I'd like to leave. I have a wedding to plan."

You pressed your cigarette into his ash tray before turning on your heel and leaving your father for the first time in your life, to his own thoughts.

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galacticwildfire · 3 years

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Memories | Bucky Barnes

Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x oc

Summary: Ada grows tired of the uso show and wants her abilities to be put to use, so she agrees to help Steve rescue his friend Bucky from inside a Hydra base and finds herself strangely attracted to the soldier who wants to know who the Red Widow truly is.

Warnings: swearing, slapping, exploitation, mentions of torture and experimentation, angst, fluff, violence, flirting

Word Count: 4.2k

November 1943

The wind is cold against my legs, hardly covered in see-through nylon, despite all my performances I've never felt as bare as I do now, a damn pin-up girl for soldiers who probably haven't seen a woman in months. They begin to heckle both Steve and I, Steve raises his shield and says to me "I don't think they like us."

"Oh they like me very much," I reply hearing the comments thrown at me about America's greatest ass. "It's you they don't like."

"Why?" he asks so naively, as if we aren't a big slap in the face to the real soldiers.

"Because we might as well be a circus," I mutter and step off stage the moment before they start pegging fruit at Steve.

"Get back up there!" Senator Brandt's aid scolds and I'm certainly not forcing a smile for him.

"How the hell did you think bringing Captain America to an actual war camp would inspire the men?" I spit, able to smell the reek of blood and alcohol from here. "It's a humiliation for all of us."

"Then why don't you walk those pretty little heels back on stage and defend him," he suggests, and I strike him hard across the face as the showgirls quickly run past us from the wings. "You are a bitch of a thing you know that!"

"I'm a trained spy, not a damn pin-up girl for the soldiers to jack off to," I retort and stick my finger into his chest. "I don't belong in heels twirling a damn baton, I should be holding a gun and actually doing something for my country."

"Then I suggest you bring that up with Senator Brandt since you're a damn Soviet," he says coldly and I feel Steves hand on my arm before I can strike him again.

"Come on it's not worth it," he says leading me away, only stopping so I can snatch my jacket on the way out.

Peggy sits with me that evening after she comes back from seeing Steve. The only other woman in the camp.

"I'm guessing you saw the circus?"

"I did," she sighs and looks me up and down, freezing cold in my pin-up outfit and a jacket. "You were recruited because Doctor Erksine believed you were the best possible candidate, fluent in German and Russian, perfect aim with firearms, skilled in coding and operating complex machinery as well as a perfect physical standard of health. You were a weapon-"

"And now I'm a pin-up girl," I finish bitterly, lighting a cigarette. "I don't understand why Colonel Phillips won't put me in the field, is it because I'm a woman? Because I was raised in Russia?"

"He won't put Steve in the field either but you have far more training. I mean here I am stuck behind a desk but you should be infiltrating Nazi headquarters not stripping off for crowds of men," she says, pitying me and looks around us. "They're men who've been through hell, I don't know how Brandt thought his little show could have a positive reception here."

"What happened to them?"

"The 107th," she begins and the number rings a strange bell. "Most of their unit was killed or taken captive, these are the survivors."

There's a pit in my stomach as I look over to where Steve sits, drawing in his notebook and take a deep puff of my cigarette, knowing I have news to break.

"We need to tell Steve." She looks at me in confusion and I stare out into the rain. "His closest friend was in the 107th."

Her face falls and silently we walk over to Steve, a man who despite my initial hesitance, and even annoyance, has become an ally. Perhaps even what one might call a friend.

"Steve," I begin carefully. "That friend you told me about, the man of Barnes, he was in the 107th wasn't he?"

His eyes widen. "He is."

Peggy steps forward. "We should see Colonel Phillips."

"What - why?" he trembles and Peggy and I share a look.

"Steve," she says with an affection for him in her eye. "These men here are what's left of the 107th."

Immediately he's on his feet and we're following after him as he barges into Phillips tent.

"Well, if it isn't the star spangled man with a plan and little Miss America," Phillips patronises when he lays eyes on Steve and I. "And what is your plan today?'

"I need the casualty list from Azzano."

"You don't get to give me orders, son."

"Just give him the damn list," I mutter, not caring for the hateful glare I receive for it.

"I just need one name," Steve pleads. "Sergeant James Barnes from the hundred and seventh."

I watch silently as Phillips goes through his papers, in my gut knowing the answer won't be good. And I know it's true when I actually see pity on the Colonels face for the first time.

"I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count, but the name does sound familiar," he says to Steve with a heaviness in his voice. "I'm sorry."

"What about the others?" Steve immediately asks. "Are you planning a rescue mission?"

"Yeah, it's called winning the war."

"How far behind enemy lines are they?" I interrupt and Phillips actually looks surprised at the words that come out of my mouth.

"They're thirty miles behind enemy lines. Through the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We'd lose more men than we'd save. But I don't expect you to understand that, because you're both chorus girls." "I think I understand just fine," Steve says bitterly but I raise my finger to quieten him.

"Get me transport to behind the lines and I can infiltrate the base," I tell Phillips who just laughs at me, like I'm just a stupid girl. "I was eighteen and infiltrating Nazi bases in the core of Germany, always finished the job. There is no one better equipped for this kind of mission than I am."

He stands and proceeds to attempt to intimidate me, but I could have him dead in an instant.

"You may be the Red Widow but I do not trust you, I don't trust you to have any level of access to our intelligence and certainly not to act on the behalf of the united states in infiltrating Hydra."

My voice is ice. "And why is that Colonel?"

"Because you are a damn soviet, we know damn well why they call you the Red Widow. I'm surprised you don't come armed with a hammer and sickle."

Peggy comes to my side. "Just come with me."

"No, I don't come armed with a hammer and sickle, I come armed with supersoldier serum," I remind Phillips. "Our government wanted a weapon, well here I am. I suggest you put me to use or someone else will."

And with that I turn my back on the Colonel and return to my tent.

It's not long before Steve comes barging in with Peggy following, and I know he has no intention of obeying oders.

"Can you infiltrate the base?"

"I spent years in and out of Hydra bases," I tell Steve, extinguishing my cigarette. "I know my way around. Give me a weapon and I'll get your friend out alive"

Peggy hands me a soldiers uniform and a pistol. "Then get dressed soldier, we leave within the hour."

Sure enough within the hour Peggy, Steve and I are being flown into the Austrian Alps by Howard Stark.

"The HYDRA camp is in Krausberg, tucked between these two mountain ranges," Peggy tells us in her brief. "It's a factory of some kind."

"We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep," Howard says as I step into the cockpit, looking out at the mountains ahead.

"We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep," Howard says as I step into the cockpit, looking out at the mountains ahead. "Ready to finally be in the field?"

"I'm surprised you offered Stark," I say, being genuinely surprised by him in a way that is very rare.

"You know me, anything for you Adelina."

He vouched for me at the start when nobody else did aside from Erksine, but this is something else. "I suspect the colonel won't be very happy with you."

He just looks at me with that infamous playboy grin. "Well, for a lady like you it's worth it."

And I entertain him. "Perhaps I'll thank you with a dance then."

"I hope so," he says looking me up and down, and I look back at Peggy and Steve who stare at me incredulously.

"Just get us as close as you can," Steve says, who should be glad I'm taking Starks eye away from Peggy.

"This is your transponder," Peggy says handing it to me. "Activate it when you're ready and the signal will lead us straight to you."

"Are you sure this thing works?" Steve asks sceptically.

"It's been tested more than you pal," Howard teases and I attach the transponder to my belt and ready my parachute.

"Stark where did you put those grenades I asked for?" I ask and Peggy brings out a box of them.

"Are you sure those will be necessary?" Steve asks as I sling the holder around my shoulder and secure it, my knives already attached to my belt. "Have you used those before?"

"Many times," I assure him as I walk to the door of the plane, having to steady myself against the wall as Howard swerves and we hear the artillery fire. "Shit, get us close to the mountain and get the hell out of here!"

"Get back here!" Peggy orders. "We're taking you all the way in."

"No you aren't!" Steve argues while I look down below for a landing spot.

"You can't give me orders!" Peggy argues back, desperation in her voice.

"The hell I can't! I'm a Captain!" "Follow my lead," I order Steve before I throw myself from the plane into the warzone below.

Steve and I approach the base in plain sight, the helmet of the Hydra guard I killed hides my face, makes me just another one of their sheep as I hold a gun to Steve's back. I spent the entire walk here convincing him of the plan, yet he's still sceptical.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Stay quiet," I order, shoving him for the guards around me to see as we reach the front door and in perfect German I tell the guard. "A prisoner, may you direct me to the holding cells?"

Oblivious he gives me the directions to where the other prisoners are being held, just as planned.

"Move," I order Steve with my gun at his back.

Silently we walk through the base until we find the holding cells, dozens of men cramned into what resemble large bird cages.

"Another one?" the guard asks as I bring Steve over.

"Hw many men are on duty here?"

"Half a dozen of us?" he answers in confusion.

"Thank you," I say pushing Steve aside and firing on the guard, with single shots taking down the others who come.

Three others run down with guns raised. "What happened!"

"Prisoner escape," I say with my gun pointed at Steve before taking them down as well.

I look to the prisoners and find Steve already freeing them with the guards stolen keys.

"I can't find Bucky," he panics and one of the prisoners interrupts.

"There's isolation cells nearby, but no one's ever come back from them."

"I'll search the isolation chamber," I tell Steve, as the prisoners start running through the halls. "Focus on getting these guys out of here alive."

He's hesitant. "If you find Bucky-"

"I'll find him," I promise Steve. "No man left behind."

He gives me a single nod before running off with the prisoners and I turn my heel to go deeper into the base. With my Hydra uniform I may as well be invisible, so there aren't any incidents as I pass by them.

"I have orders to run checks on the isolation cell due to the prisoner escape," I tell one of the guards and he points the direction for me.

Yet as I enter the isolation cell it becomes clear to me it is anything but that, this is a lab. There's a sickness in my gut as I find a man strapped to the table and immediately I know.

Pulling my knife free I make quick work of cutting the restraints and gently slap the mumbling mans cheek. "You alive?"

"Barely," he groans and I search him for wounds but he seems to be alright aside from the malnutrition and exhaustion. And the other truama that comes with being one of Hydra's experiments.

I grab his dog tags and let out a breath of relief. "James Barnes."

"Yeah?" he says still half-conscious.

"You're safe, you hear me?" I say but he resists when I go to help him up, lashing out in a pure response of fear, fight or flight.

"Bullshit," he curses and I remove my helmet leaving him stunned, for just a moment forgetting his fear, and he stops fighting. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm here with Steve Rogers," I say carefully and his eyes widen.

"Steve, Steve's here?"

"He's helping the rest of your unit escape," I answer and extend my hand knowing how disorientated he is, looking into those bloodshot eyes, so big and full of fear. "Now James, will you let me help you?"

Dumbfounded by the relevation about Steve he nods and groans heavily as I help him into a sitting position. "Can you stand?"

He nods weakly and I press a gun into his hand, knowing he has no choice but to keep fighting despite his current state. "Then on your feet soldier."

Holding onto his arm I help him to his feet, having to hold him up as he finds his footing. "It's alright I've got you," I say slinging his arm around my shoulder when it becomes clear he in fact cannot stand. "Let's get out of here."

"You don't need to tell me twice," he says as I half drag him out of the lab not letting go until he has some stability. "Okay I think I've got it, well I hope I do," he says trying to stand on his own and while it takes a great amount of difficulty he does it. "Thank you, I- I didn't catch your name."

"You can get it when we've made it out of this damn base," I say pulling free a grenade from my belt and looking at the lab I pulled him out of. "Now let's light this place up."

He shields his eyes as I throw the grenade down the hall and I hold his arm to steady him as the explosion shakes the entire wing.

"Someone would have heard that," he says as we begin running down the hall.

"I assume Steve has them occupied," I reply and we turn a corner to find a dozen guards running at us. "Or not."

I quickly pull another grenade free and duck back behind the corner, dragging Barnes with me, and sure enough a moment later there's no more guards.

"Problem fixed," I say looking him in the eye, our chests rising and falling from where we're pressed against the wall and raise my gun. "Come on."

Yet as we turn the corner again a man runs behind us but the split second before I shoot I recognise the shield he carries.

"Steve!"

"Steve?" Bucky murmurs at the sight of his friend who is not doubt twice the size he was the last time he laid eyes on him.

"Bucky!" Steve yells and I watch the two friends reunite in the hall.

"The hell happened to you?"

"I joined the army."

They embrace yet sure enough more guards come to break up the party. I put a bullet in the head of the first one who appears, and then the rest.

"Nice shot," Bucky says eyeing me with an adrenaline fuled astonishment.

"Sorry to break up the reunion boys but there's a lot more where those guys came from."

"I was chasing Zola," Steve says and my lips part.

"Zola?" I whisper, knowing the name far too well and I look at Barnes with a heaviness in my heart at the knowledge of what must have been done to him. "Where?"

"I don't know I lost him."

I nod and load my next round. "You two get out of here, I'm not leaving this base until I find Zola."

"Oh no," Steve says. "You're coming with us."

"I don't take orders from you Captain," I remind him. "This is personal-" I'm cut off by the sound of distant explosions shaking the building, more powerful than any grenade or tank. "Shit, they've initiated self destruct. Go!"

"No man left behind remember!"

Bucky grabs my wrist and looks me in the eye, telling me in a low voice "Zola isn't worth it."

I'm not the only one this is personal for, which is the only reason I listen.

"Then follow me."

The boys follow me through the base as I mow down the soldiers, Steve using the shield to deflect the fire coming out way and make sure Barnes doesn't collapse on us.

Finally we reach the main reactor room, unsurprised to find it collapsing in flames. "Keep running," I say clambouring up the stairs, looking back to make sure Steve has Bucky. But before we can make it to the other side an all to familiar voice calls out.

"Ah, the Red Widow herself," Schmidt taunts from the other side. "And Captain America. Glad to see Erksines hard work finally being put to use."

Without hesitations I raise my gun and pull the trigger, only to find the chamber empty. "It appears you're out of bullets." He hardly reacts to the knife I throw, catching it with ease before it meets his head. "Oh Miss Adeline, you should know better. After all I was Erksines greatest success."

"His greatest monster," I retort as he tears off his flesh mask, revealing the red skin beneath that I had heard rumours of for years now.

"You guys don't have one of those do you?" Bucky asks, still half delirious and I shake my head.

"The Red Widow, Hydra's greatest weapon, oh how you have neglected your potential, while I embrace it fully, without fear."

"Then why are you running?" Steve asks and they open fire just as I reach for my grenade, yet the elevator doors shut the moment before it makes impact.

"Damnit!" I curse as the reactors below continue to explode and I grab Bucky by the arm, pulling him along the platform as we run for safety. We find just one way across, an unsteady beam.

"It's weight should hold," I say looking at Bucky, malnourished from imprisonment, but I definitely can't say the same for Steve.

"Ladies first," Bucky says and I don't argue, knowing I'm the lightest.

"I'll cross, then Bucky, then you Steve."

"Alright I've got your back," Steve says as climb over to the railing to the beam, glad for all my training over the years, with light feet I make it across without trouble and pull the metal guard free, making it easier for the boys to get to the platform.

"Barnes your turn," I call out and Steve helps him over the railing, he's determined as he takes steps forward across the unsteady beam until it begins to collapse as he's halfway across. He stills and I extend my hand to him. "Come on, I've got you!"

It creaks and collapses fully as he jumps, grabbing my arm as I pull him onto the platform and we topple to the ground, his weight on top of me. Whatever relief is short lived as I look over his shoulder to Steve and we realise he can't get across.

This time he helps me to my feet and calls out to Steve "There's gotta be a rope or something!"

"Just get out of here, go!" Steve insists.

"No, not without you!"

"Move," I order as I pull free the grappling hook from my belt and throw it to Steve. "Attach it to the beam above, it will hold as long as the beam does and swing!"

Bucky grips the railing tight in fear for his friend and I hang onto his arm in almost equal anticipation as Steve readies himself and swings across. He lets go and Bucky and I both reach for him, pulling him onto the platform and not another moment is wasted as we get the hell out of there.

We run outside to find the prisoners celebrating their freedom, their victory.

"We did it," Steve breathes.

"Yeah you did it you crazy son of a bitch!" Bucky exclaims and I watch the boys embrace laughing, high from adrenaline and slapping each other on the back as boys do.

"Come on get in here," Steve says when he notices me standing there and when I hesitate Bucky pulls me into their embrace.

"I can't believe we made it out of there alive," Bucky laughs and for the first time in so long so do I.

It's late when the prisoners are resting in preparation for the walk ahead seeing as the transponder got slightly fried in our escape. I sit on the outskirts of the makeshift camp by a fire, watching the prisoners all praising Steve, their hero, while I watch on in silence. I was never raised to be a hero, to want the glory, I was trained to get my job done as efficiently as possible and go home. Yet it does sting a little.

I'm pleasantly surprised when a familiar man comes and sits beside me, away from the commotion.

"I was waiting to ask Steve who the beautiful woman who saved my life was, but it seems I won't get a chance," he says looking over at Steve still surrounded by a crowd of soldiers and I smile at his attempt to charm me, now of all times. "You know, I never did catch your name."

"Adelina Viktoria Morgan," I say, feeling a sense of comfort with him.

"James Buchanan Barnes." he says holding his hand out to me and shaking it in a formal greeting. "But everyone calls me Bucky."

"And everyone calls me Ada," I tell him, while in truth very few people know me enough to call me anything.

"Ada," he repeats, taking the time to finally observe me just a I study the features of his face, handsome. "That's a lovely name."

"You were barely conscious a few hours ago, are you sure you're in the right mind or place to be flirting with a woman?"

He wears a grin at the challenge I put forward. "Well I was thinking of asking you to check my wounds but you don't seem to be a nurse."

"And how do you know that?"

"I've never seen a nurse with a grenade," he says and I smile a little, unlike most soldiers he has a way with words.

"Steve's told me a lot about you."

"And I've heard nothing about you," he says with a curiosity in his eye. "What you did in there, I've never seen anything like it." A small smile comes to my face. "Are you like Steve, a supersoldier?"

I nod and look over to steve, still receiving pats on the back. "Yes but I don't receive quite the fuss he does."

"Well you should," he says much to my surprise. "These guys, they haven't said it but they know what you did for them, for me. You saved our lives, especially mine."

There's a geniune gratitude in his voice, and my concern for him hasn't wavered since I found him in the lap.

"But really how are you?" I ask remembering the delirious state he was in, a sign that for more than physical torture was performed on him, but also psychological. "I saw the lab, how did they hurt you?"

"You seem like a smart woman whose familiar with that doctor, so I think you know the answer to that question," he says thickly and clears his throat. "But I'm fine now."

"You were a prisoner of war James," I say gently, knowing telling him to keep marching on won't do him any good. "You don't have to be."

His demeanour changes and his voice becomes defensive. "No, I do have to be."

If I was anyone else I'd walk away now, but I can't. "I know what Hydra does to people in those labs because I was one of them once." He goes silent and watches me as I lean forward. "Which is why I intend to kill as many of those bastards as I can, Zola most of all."

"I don't doubt that," he says with a slight smile, a newfound respect in his voice. "You really are something else."

"And what is that exactly?" I ask, testing him.

"I don't know," he admits and I can't tear my eyes away from his. "But I'd like to find out."

There's a sadness in my chest as I reply. "No, no you don't."

Yet he only sees it as a challenge. "And why's that?"

I struggle to find the words, the words to tell this man that as much as I wish to know him I can't. And that if he wants to know me he will never see past the surface because I'm just a weapon in the hands of those who misuse me. Not a woman.

So I just look at him and quietly say "You've been through quite the ordeal James Barnes, you should sleep well before we return to camp."

Dusk still hasn't come when I lay there awake, looking at the stars and the smoke that clouds them when I overhear Steve and Bucky nearby having talked all night with months to catch up on. But nothing has caught my attention until now.

"Tell me about her," I hear Bucky say to Steve.

"About who?"

"Ada, who else."

I tilt my head slightly, curious.

"Don't tell me you've got your eye on her."

"Why, do you?"

"Oh god no," I hear Steve say, and while that's certainly a relief it does sting a little. Yet it's what Steve's implying about Bucky that makes something in my stomach twist.

"And why's that?" Bucky asks, the defensiveness in his voice surprising me.

"She is a brilliant woman, extremely intelligent, a fighter but in truth that's about as much as I know. She's been my partner for months and I don't think I've ever seen her smile, like really smile. She keeps to herself and the only time I've ever seen her take the slightest interest in someone it was Howard Stark but I've learned she collects ally's, not friends," the words sting greatly, because they're true no matter how much I wish they weren't. "I've heard enough stories to know that none of the higher ups trust her because she's a Russian, because she worked for Hydra."

My jaw trembles at the numbness I feel, at the memories that haunt me.

"Or was she forced to?" Bucky asks and it is the first time I've ever heard someone try to defend me, to see beyond what they all say.

"I like her, I do," Steve insists just as he should. "She's a good partner and I like to think she's becoming a friend but if you have your eye on her I'd recommend looking the other way. I don't know what they did for her to become this way, but I don't think she has it in her to look at you the same way."

I put a hand over my heart, which is so numb, it has been for as long as I can remember. Silent tears slip down my cheeks in frustration, at wanting to so badly prove them all wrong. Most of all myself.

"Well I don't know about what you've said," Bucky says as dawn starts to rise. "Because last night she was smiling. Maybe this is where she belongs, out in the field. Because if I was someone like her and was told to be a circus act I'd be pretty pissed at the world too."

"Well you aren't wrong there," he says and a smile tugs at my lips. "If nothing else she's got a mouth on her, and she's not afraid to follow it up. I had to stop her from hitting our superior before we came here."

"I like a woman who's true to her word," Bucky says and I can see the grin on his face. "Which is why I'd like to get to know her."

"I didn't think she would be your type of girl," Steve mentions in pure surprise.

"Neither did I but can't lie, I haven't met any girl like her before," he says polishing off the barrel of his gun. "Not even close."

Neither of them notice me get up until I'm standing over them with my rifle hanging by my side, a smirk playing on my lips as I meet Bucky's eye. "On your feet soldiers, we've got a long walk ahead."

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