#THE OVER THE GARDEN WALL AU THAT'S KILLED ME DEAD

[sparguscityangel]

new fic: over haven’s walls is up on ao3!

jak, daxter, and mar find themselves lost in the forest, and there seems to be something other than metalheads and strange denizens lurking in the trees ....

#over haven's walls #jak and daxter #jnd #jak 2 #THE OVER THE GARDEN WALL AU THAT'S KILLED ME DEAD

[teapartyprincess4two]

Vampire- J. Guilbert (prologue)

pairing: Princess!reader x Vampire!Johnnie

classification: SMUT, fluff, slight angst, vampire AU

inspiration: request1, request2, Vampire by Johnnie Guilbert

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex; mentions of mortality, biting, blood, parental death, death, killing; set in 14th-17th century Renaissance, pretty modern dialogue tbh, sub!Johnnie (kinda?), use of Y/n

summary: You take your relationship with Johnnie, your vampire lover, one step further.

Vampire PT.1

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Autumn leaves crunch against your shoes as you walk through the castle garden. Beautiful red and white roses line the outer walls, each one beginning to die due to the cold temperature the season has brought.

You take a fleeting look behind you, footsteps quickening as you follow the row of roses to the garden’s outer gate. If anyone were to see or follow you, you’d have to save your escape for another day.

Luckily, no one is watching. The guards are too busy patrolling the front of the castle, your father is in a neighboring village, Bernadette is completing her chores, and your mother is deeply immersed in literature in the castle library.

Your hand pushes against the big, rusty gate. You hold your breath and wince when the metal creaks, examining your surroundings one last time before slipping through the crack.

The ground is soft, dead leaves and fog hiding your feet as they trudge through the mud.

“Johnnie?” you whisper shout, your delicate hand supporting itself against a tree. No response, just a howling gush of wind.

You decide to hike further, knowing that Johnnie hates meeting you close to the castle. After walking for some minutes, you find yourself in a clearing.

Moonlight shines through the gaps between the branches and the meadow’s bioluminescent moss glows with every footstep.

“Johnnie?” you try again, only raising your volume slightly.

You wait for a response, or to see his figure approach from within the forest, but all you hear is a coyote crying in the distance.

Every 3 days you venture out into the forest. Sometimes he shows, sometimes he doesn’t; it’s something that he’s explained to you time and time again. He’s a vampire, viewed as a predator by the rest of the world, and when he has villagers coming after him it just isn’t safe to meet you.

He’d never forgive himself if anything ever happened to you, and you know that, but it doesn’t hurt any less.

You’re about to give up and walk back home, when cold fingers swoop your long hair to one side. Johnnie’s lips find your skin, trailing kisses from your shoulder to the soft spot behind your ear

“I’m here, Princess,” he murmurs.

A smile forms on your face as your head falls back onto his shoulder. His arms have wrapped around your waist, holding you in place firmly as he continues feathering kisses all over your exposed skin.

“I’ve missed you, my love,” his breath fans against you, sending shivers down your spine. “I’ve missed you more,” you reply, and it’s true.

You turn to face him, warm hands delicately landing on his face. He’s so beyond beautiful, especially under the soft moonlight.

Your eyes dance over his face, watching as his fangs twinkle when he smiles. Most women would be running away in fear at the sight, but it only makes your knees buckle.

“3 days is too long.” His voice is still quiet, almost like he’s afraid someone is lurking nearby, ready to save you from a monster like him.

“You could just come visit me in the castle after everyone’s fallen asleep,” you suggest. His face was slowly inching towards yours, but he stops in his tracks at your comment.

“Y/n,” he warns, using your actual name instead of a pet name.

“We’ve been over this.”

“I know— it’s just— I miss you.” The last part sounds more defeated than you’d like.

“It’s not like we have forever, you know,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around your waist for some comfort. He knows that your time together is limited, and he hates that you’re constantly reminding him.

“Don’t start this again. Please,” he pleads. You only have a few hours together before the sun rises and he’s forced back into hiding, he doesn’t want to spend those fleeting moments arguing.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” you say, your voice breaking slightly at the end. You’re close to breaking down into tears and he knows it.

“Y/n.” He pulls your gaze to his by your chin. Your eyes are glossy, a heartbreaking sight.

“I promise it won’t always be like this,” he says, not breaking eye contact. You’re not sure you believe him, mainly because of the ticking time bomb that is your mortality, but you want to believe him.

“Promise?” Your eyes hold so much hope.

“Promise.” He pulls your face in, finally kissing you after what seems like forever.

It’s slow and passionate, your lips moulding together at a steady rhythm. His hand holds a firm grip of your face, the other resting on your hip and pulling you closer to him.

You’re wearing a simple dress that contrasts your usual, elaborate gowns. So, as he pulls you in, you feel his erection pokes your lower abdomen. Subconsciously, his hips grind against you and a strained sound escapes his throat. He pulls away from the kiss, forehead flush against yours.

“What’s wrong?” you asks. His hand still holds your face and yours travels up to hold it, caressing his skin with your thumb.

“I should just— you should just go home,” he says, attempting to pull away from you completely, but you manage to keep him there. It’s surprising how someone so strong can be so weak when they’re in love.

“What? Why? We still have a couple hours left before the sun rises.”

“Because it’s dangerous out here. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You roll your eyes. “No one is out here, Johnnie.”

He’s quiet. His mind his racing as he fights against his sinful thoughts. What he wants is to make love to you under the soft moonlight, but he’s worried that once he gets a taste of you, he won’t be able to control himself.

“Tell me what’s really wrong,” you say, pulling his hand off of your face to place gentle kisses on his knuckles.

“I’m just… I’m scared,” he admits. It’s an embarrassing confession coming from him, someone who doesn’t have to worry about anything other than what his next meal is gonna be.

You urge him to continue with your eyes.

“You do things to me that I can’t explain. I feel things that I’m not sure I can control when I’m around you.” Confusion is written all over your face.

“Here.” He guides your hand down to his erection, letting it cup his member over the fabric of his pants. “That’s what you do to me,” he gulps, struggling to hold himself back.

The feeling of your small hand wrapped around him is already excruciating enough, and the images that his imagination creates don’t help either.

“Johnnie,” you begin, already sounding breathless. A wetness grows between your thighs, and they subconsciously press together to relieve some tension.

“You’re not going to hurt me.” He appreciates the reassurance, but he’s still uncertain.

“I don’t want to risk it,” he replies through gritted teeth. His eyes clench shut when you begin massaging him, dick twitching and begging for release.

“Let me make you feel good. We can stop if it becomes too much,” you whisper, inching your face closer to his until your breath fans against his lips.

Your lips are ghosting his, barely grazing as he replies, “What if I can’t control myself? What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t. I know you won’t.”

Finally you close the gap between you two, opening your mouth to give him the access he’s been craving. It’s a sloppy, needy kiss fueled with passion and hunger. Your tongues battle for dominance, each lap mixed with moans and whimpers.

There’s a large tree stump in the middle of the clearing and you slowly guide Johnnie towards it by his hips. He walks backwards until his calves hit the bark, knees bending, causing him to sit.

His arms wrap around your waist, holding you like you’re his most prized possession as he stares up at you in awe. “I’m in control, okay?” you say, kissing him again before allowing your dress to fall past your shoulders and onto the ground.

Immediately, he tenses, feeling his animal instincts overcome him. The hunger is painful, so painful that his grip around you tightens. You’re not wearing a bra or panties, a beautiful sight that causes his pupils to dilate.

“Hey, look at me,” you say gently. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

Johnnie nods his head, allowing his eyes to dance over your body. You’re so beautiful; your round breasts bouncing slightly with your every movement and your curvy hips swaying as you position yourself between his thighs.

He can’t take it anymore, he needs to taste you. You gasp as Johnnie suddenly takes your left nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and licking on your sensitive nub.

“I really, really need you,” he rasps against your skin. “I know baby. I know,” you reply through a strained moan. Your hand finds his hair and pull him impossibly closer to you.

His lips travel from your nipple to the valley of your breasts, kissing licking his way down to your belly button. “You’re so beautiful.”

You’re about to reply but his mouth feverishly makes its way back to yours before you can, engulfing your lips in a steamy makeout session that has you whimpering. You can feel him trying to take control, and if you want this night to go well, that can’t happen.

So, you make work of his pants and underwear in between kisses, tugging at the fabric until it pools on the ground around his ankles. His penis springs free, slapping against his stomach.

“Remember who’s in control,” you remind him through the kiss.

He takes a deep breath, resting his forehead against your chest as he attempts to compose himself; to measure his strength as you two venture into uncharted territory.

You play with his hair, giving him the time he needs before pushing him back onto the tree stump until he’s laying on his back. Slowly, you crawl over him until you’re straddling his lap.

You lean down to his ear, placing a few open mouth kisses on the nape of his neck as you whisper, “We’re gonna take this slow, okay?”

“I—” he begins, cutting himself off.

“We can stop if you want to.”

“I don’t want to stop,” he says, “and that’s the problem because…”

“Because if I were to hurt you, Y/n, I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself. I’m struggling to keep my composure and we haven’t even done anything yet. If I get too carried away, pull me back into reality with you. Please,” he pleads the last part, tentative hands coming to rest on your hips. His touch is gentle, but firm.

You don’t respond, instead you nod your head and take his cock into your hands, dragging it up and down your slick folds before lining it with your entrance. His grip on your waist tightens as you begin to sink down on him, he clenches his jaw and watches tentatively as you take him without complaint.

A small moan escapes your lips at the stretch, your hands falling onto his chest for support. His skin is ice cold, a sensation that you quickly welcome. Johnnie fights to keep his composure, teeth digging so far into his lip that he’s drawing blood.

“Ready?” you ask sweetly. Johnnie responds by bucking his hips upwards, ensuring not to get too lost in the feeling.

He’s amazed that someone as delicate as you can hold this much power over him. He’s putty in your hands, he can’t remember the last time he felt this submissive.

You take the hint and begin moving up and down on his cock, bracing yourself with hands on his chest and knees on either side of his hips.

Johnnie’s grip on your waist is getting impossibly tighter, and if you weren’t so immersed in the pleasure, you might’ve registered the pain.

Your boobs bounce with your every movement, placing Johnnie in a lust filled trance. Your hair falls over one of your shoulders, swaying back and forth under the soft moonlight.

“Sit up please,” you command, your voice strained. Johnnie does as he’s told, and immediately you guide his face towards your breast. He’s hesitant at first, but the look you give him is enough to convince him that he can keep himself from taking a delicious bite from you.

His lips wrap around your left nipple as you continue bouncing up and down on his member. He’s completely lost in the euphoric feeling of you wrapped around him, a strong arm tightening around your figure.

“Johnnie,” you moan, your voice bringing him back to reality. He loosens his grip and brings you in for a kiss, drunkenly moulding his mouth against yours as you continue whimpering into his mouth.

His tongue swipes your bottom lip, begging for entrance so he can taste you. One of your moans serves as the perfect opportunity for him to slip his tongue in your mouth, drenching you like his existence depended on it.

Your tongue grazes one of his fangs, cutting you just enough for him to taste your blood. You feel the prick, but continue bouncing on his cock without paying too much attention.

“You’re doing so good, just like I knew you would,” you speak into the kiss. He loves the praise, especially because he just tasted your blood for the first time and can easily say he’s already addicted to

The position you were currently in was amazing, but your knees were starting to hurt and you really wanted to see what he’d look like from on top of you.

You hop off of him, earning a wince from him from the lack of contact. You lay back on the tree stump, innertwining your hand in his as you guide him over you. He follows your lead, immediately returning to the heated makeout session from before.

Slowly, he positions himself between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance. “Are you sure?” he asks breathlessly. This position gives him all the power, and he’s not sure he’ll be able to stop himself even if you try pulling him back to reality.

But you’re not scared of him, you never have been and you never could be. “Yes, my love. I’m sure.”

He looks beautiful on top of you, everything about his dark aura luring you in. Johnnie slowly sinks himself into you, one of his hands gripping the edge of the tree stump. The bark is rough against his fingers as he applies a pressure so powerful that it cracks the aged wood.

His thrusts are slow at first as he tries setting a manageable pace, but as he continues his eyes cloud with lust and desire and he begins pounding into you. The sound of your skin slapping together and your moans echo through the forest, his tip kissing your cervix every time.

His forehead is flush against yours. Johnnie loves you so much and it’s evident in the way his red eyes never break eye contact, despite the intensity of his movements.

He’s fighting against his strength to stop himself from breaking you in half, because if he really wanted to he could.

You keep bucking your hips into his as you chase your pending orgasm. Johnnie’s head falls onto your shoulder, grunts and groans fanning against your neck as his other hand pushes your hips down.

Your skin was sure to bruise, but none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was the feeling of his pelvis rubbing against your clit, bringing you dangerously close to your climax.

“I’m close!” you squeak.

Johnnie continues to snap his hips into you, fangs grazing your skin ever so slightly. He wants to do it; to take a bite of you, but he’s willing himself not to.

You wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him in until all he can do is roll his hips against you. Your pussy flutters around his cock as your orgasm washes over you.

The feeling of your spongy, warm walls clenching around him is enough to send him over the edge. His unmatched strength breaks yet another piece of the tree. He needed to occupy his mouth, so he’s latching onto your neck and sucking until the skin is bruised.

“I love you,” he murmurs through his orgasm, repeating the sentence so many times that it’s engraved in your mind.

Your voice is choppy as you try catching your breath, “I love you too.”

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The next morning you wake up on a comfortable mattress surrounded by expensive pillows and a billowy comforter, but you wish you were still in the forest with Johnnie.

The night replays in your mind as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. A yawn escapes your lips as you stretch.

Suddenly you feel a throbbing pain on your waist. Your fingers trail down to the sensitive skin and you wince once they make contact.

Slowly, you throw the comforter to the side and walk over to your vanity. You bunch the fabric of your nightgown up against your breasts as you examine yourself in the mirror.

Your skin was lined with bruises so purple they were almost black. Quickly, you adjust your dress and make a mental note not to let Johnnie see them. You wouldn’t see him for another three days anyways, that was enough time for you to heal, right? Wrong.

Three days have passed and your bruises have only become more sensitive. They’re easy to hide when you’re home, mostly because you wear dresses so big that no one would ever notice them. The hickeys on your neck were masked with makeup and hidden behind your long hair.

You decide to stay home, because you know that Johnnie will somehow find out about the secret you hide under your clothes.

Just as you’re getting ready for bed, a sudden gush of wind blows past you. Johnnie enters through your bedroom window, looking around your room in a panicked frenzy until his eyes land on your figure.

“Johnnie?” you question in surprise. “Thank God you’re okay,” he sighs in relief, immediately walking over to you.

“You didn’t come to visit me,” he whispers sadly, “Why?”

When he waited in the clearing, and you never appeared, his mind raced with every and any possibly. Did someone hurt you? Was your kingdom under attack? Did you regret that night?

“I’ve just been really tired,” you say. It’s a lame excuse, but you hope he believes it.

“Did I do something wrong?” Johnnie’s hands land on your hips. You immediately wince, but try masking it with a cough. It’s no use though, he notices right away.

Johnnie bawls the fabric of your nightgown in his hands, ready to expose whatever you’re hiding. “Wait! No, Johnnie—” you try pushing him away, buts he’s so strong that he barely moves.

He wastes no time in lifting your nightgown, revealing the bruises that he left on your skin just three nights ago.

“I promise they’re worse than they look,” you try and reason, but he’s not hearing any of it. His jaw is clenched, eyes trained on the horrific colors that blend across your skin.

“Never again,” he grits, letting the fabric of your dress fall back down. It felt like a shameful curtain, you wanted to rip it off and crawl into bed.

“What?!” your voice cracks.

“You heard me. Never again. If that’s what I did with my hands, imagine what would’ve happened if I lost control.”

“But I can take it—”

“Yeah? You think you’ll be saying that when my fangs inevitably find their way to your neck?” he snaps, his tone so harsh that it slaps against your ears.

“So then turn me,” you reply. Everything always seemed so simple to you, but becoming a vampire wasn’t something he ever wanted you to experience.

“Don’t,” he warns.

“Why not, Johnnie? Huh? Why not? Are we just going to continue having this same conversation until the day I die? Do you think I asked for the bruises? All I wanted was to love you, but if I’m going to continue getting hurt then why not just turn me?”

He remains silent, watching as the tears brim your eyes.

“I can’t live in a world where I don’t get to love you, to properly love you,” your voice is hushed, tears streaming down your face as you sit on the edge of your bed. “It isn’t fair.”

“I’m a monster, Y/n. All I do is hurt everything and everyone I love. Trust me, you don’t want to love someone like me,” he spits. His words completely contradict what he truly feels.

“I didn’t ask to love you, Johnnie. I just... do.” You sound so defeated.

He sighs, kneeling front of you and trying to catch your gaze. “I love you too, Y/n. That’s why this hurts me so much. I don’t want to be the reason for your pain, even if it is accidental. I want to protect you so that I can love you for as long as possible. Do you understand that?”

“Then love me,” you plead, “What’s the point of protecting me if you’re not staying true to your promise? We’re running out of time, Johnnie. Everyday I wake up a little older and a little closer to death, so please just love me. Love me despite our differences. Love me even if you think I’m weak.”

You bring him in for a kiss, one that is so passionate that he can’t find it in himself to pull away. You lean back onto the bed, pulling him with you until he’s laying on top of you.

“Princess, please.”

“Just love me.” You murmur against his lips, and just like that he’s making love to you under the soft candlelight that illuminates your room.

From that moment forward, Johnnie has vowed to love you everyday like it’s your last.

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MASTERLIST

A/n: thanks for being patient with me guys, ily! Also I hope you enjoy this anon (requests are linked) I haven’t proofread this so be gentle with me guys 🥹 I’ll proofread it mañana

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[akystaracer22]

Distrust Fall:

A leap of faith gone wrong, an eternal promise kept eternally. No matter how long it has been some things never truly change.

Notes

How to fail a trust fall: Step one

Vaggie's relationship with Adam is very complicated, but at the moment there is a lot of animosity and it shows.

Adam is of the opinion that Sorry doesn’t mean jack shit if you make the mistake again, so he just doesn’t apologise because he thinks he’ll just fuck up again so there’s no point.

The hotel needs a licensed therapist at this point dear lord.

Alastor still isn’t over the whole “Radio is fucking dead” thing.

If there is one thing that Adam knows off by heart, it’s the names of animals scientific or otherwise. That was the guys job once upon a time and assuming he doesn’t know that stuff is the true quickest way to piss him off. He’s also really good with animals which pisses off Anthony because Fat Nuggets *likes* Adam and it drives the sinner up a wall.

Alastor and Lucifer are on the ground. Angel, Husk, Charlie, Vaggie, and Adam are on the roof.

Alastor was going to let him get a cm from the ground before catching him dw.

Lucifer used to be friends with Adam in the garden because I live for that sweet sweet friends to enemies tragedy.

Adam really does not like people staring at his face, it’s a mild form of scopophobia caused by his time in heaven with people always giving him shit for how he looked, particularly his facial features (Yes I drew on everyone calling him ugly and average on twitter and shit). He used the mask to get around it, that way people couldn’t actually see what he looked like.

This was originally 1260 but then I got an idea that blew this out by 500 words lol.

The graveyard with be elaborated on in a future connected one shot.

This is officially a fully fledged AU

Regarding Adam's claws, they're gold to combat the greyness of his palette, but also as a nod to Midas, the arrogant king who's touched turned everything to gold. Angelic blood is also gold so if you want you can interpret it as having blood on his hands.

Fingerless gloves because I thing they're neat.

I based Lucifer's wings off of duck wings!

Also Lucifer's angelic appearance was based on space. I heard Sera call Charlie "Daughter of the Morning Star" and I went feral.

He has a full shifting night sky in his wings, clothes, and hat.

Angels have white pupils now I don't make the rules.

References saved my life.

Word count: 1725

(Comic and fic under the cut! Click for better quality)

@irregular-child

Adam leaned away from the edge as the wind drifted through his wings, keenly aware of the fact that his wings wouldn’t break his fall and he did not in fact trust jack shit in hell to break it except the ground.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“I’m with princess perfect this is a fucking death sentence,” Adam agreed, a little reluctantly because it was still the princess of hell, “You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Vaggie smirked, because of course she did because she was trying to kill him, he wasn’t that dense, and just shrugged, “I mean, worked for me didn’t it?”

“That wasn’t even a fucking trust fall that was to get you to fucking fly and you know it! Fucking bitch,” The first man scowled and tried to step away from the edge, the crack whore of an arachnid immediately shoving him back up, “Would you fuck off?!”

“Would you stop being a dick?”

“Would you stop sucking them?”

The white jumping spider stared at him for a long moment and Vaggie stepped away from him for once, great! Cool! One person was leaving him alone and soon a second one will!

Great! About fucking time they got the message-

-------]

Lucifer paced nervously around Dazzle’s statue; this was a terrible idea. Having Adam go through a trust fall this early was going to end in disaster one way or another.

The main issue being nobody liked Adam and wouldn’t care if he fell. Hell, Charlies girlfriend has already tried to kill Adam off for good multiple times since he got here!

This was going to be a mess; Alastor was supposed to be catching Adam but he was just standing there looking completely unprepared and-

“Are you going to get ready or not.” Lucifer snapped at the radio demon, wings flicking out behind him in agitation.

“Oh, I have no intention of catching him.”

Lucifer froze, his tail stilling before lashing behind him as he turned on the deer-eared sinner, “What.”

“You heard me.”

“Oh, I heard you alright, and I think you should try that again.”

“And why are you getting so worked up, hm?” The sinner hummed, sneering down at the king, “Last I checked, the first man was your enemy after he tried to kill your own daughter.”

“I-” Lucifer paused, then scowled because Alastor was right. Why was he getting so worked up over this. This was Adam they were talking about. Adam who was crass and rude and cold to everyone. Adam, who would rather sit in his room all day than even look at any of them. Adam who was…

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

…

“I can see why they left me for you.”

…

“It is good to see you again my friend! Come, much has changed since your last visit!”

… Adam who was so much more than who he was now. Who was probably the only person left in hell that remembered Eden.

Damnit.

“That’s none of your business you son of a bitch,” The fallen angel snapped at the cannibal, eliciting nothing more than a growing grin from the bastard.

Not a day went by in hell where Lucifer wished that this wasn’t his circus and that the sinners weren’t his monkeys.

Someone screamed above him.

The seraphim whipped his head up, eyes widening as he registered Adam twisting the air as he was shoved off the roof by Angel Dust.

Fear struck his heart like an exorcists blade when the first man tried to use his wings to glide, only for a single wing beat to send him into a spiral hurtling towards the ground.

He caught Adams eye for a single moment before it was obscured by his good wing, the man was terrified. He didn’t know sinners reformed after death and despite it all. Lucifer would never wish someone to experience falling from their death after quite literally falling from heaven.

Not even on Adam.

Something in his heart spurred the king into action, kicking off the ground as his wings snapped open to catch the air. A single beat of his wings and he was already well off the ground.

Lucifer reached a hand up for Adam as the fallen angel reached out to him in kind, panic written across both their faces at the idea of a horrible accident.

Lucifer’s wings moved the air one more time and-

“And… you will catch me?”

Lucifer laughed softly, a gentle chiming sound from where he stood behind Gods first man. He was trying to show him a game Lucifer and his kin would play from time to time amongst the spires of heaven.

The game was simple, one angel was to stand up high with their wings folded and fall. Then the other angel was to catch them. It was supposed to build trust, not to mention it was a delight in and of itself.

Standing amongst the grasses of Eden, Lucifer saw no reason not to share this game with Adam. He’s already grown fond of the way that Gods creation would go out of his way to show the angel what he’d been up to since his last visit.

“Be not afraid my friend!” Lucifer’s wings spread quietly to punctuate his point, divine magic threading his words, The Voice ensuring that the first man would hear and believe him.

“No matter how far you fall, I shall always be there to catch you.”

Lucifer wrapped his arms securely around the fallen angel as his wings curled around wing and man alike, bracing himself as the added weight as they both fell together.

It’s funny, it reminded him of when Adam first fell, a fiery ball that could have almost been mistaken as a shooting star had Lucifer not known better.

They hid the ground with a slam and the fallen seraphim had to bite back a shriek as his wings took the brunt of the force. They’d be left aching for a while.

Lucifer grunted as he pushed Adam off of him, sitting up and folding his wings in, allowing them to slip out of existence while they healed, he definitely didn’t want to do that again.

He slowly got to his feet while the first man got his bearings, dusting himself off and rubbing his shoulders to try and alleviate the pain.

“Why the fuck did you save me?”

Lucifer jerked and looked down at Adam from where he was glaring up at him, a note of confusion held carefully in his gaze before it dropped.

“I-”

“Well, isn’t this quite a surprise!”

Lucifer’s expression shot into a scowl as he rounded on the radio demon very blatantly interrupting the moment. The bastard just grinned and stared down at the both of them.

From the corner of his eyes Lucifer noted Adam’s good wing hitching up instinctively to cover his face from the demons gaze before dropping.

Lucifer turned his attention back to the radio demon with a glare that could melt steel, “You were going to let him fall,”

“I was going to do no such thing,”

“You just said-!”

“I said nothing you just assumed I was going to do nothing at all!”

“Listen here you!” Lucifer was just off again by the main doors opening and the other’s all barrelling out at the commotion.

Lost in the sudden onslaught of attention and having to field Alastor’s snarky comments, Anthony’s suggestive remarks, and Charlie’s concern, he didn’t see Adam flee the scene.

It wasn’t until much later that he was able to recognize the first man’s absence, searching the hotel to see if Adam was okay.

He found him at the graveyard, sitting among the many tombstones for the exorcists slain in the battle that caused Adam to fall.

Lucifer paused at the entrance to the burial ground, watching Adam sit there facing away from him for what felt like an eternity.

Despite the dead being gone, the king of hell still felt like the exorcists weapons were pointed at him, a warning that if he made one wrong move they would rise from their graves to protect their leader, to avenge him, to strike Lucifer down in an instant.

The once-angel of the morning star carefully stepped away from the cemetery, making sure he didn’t break the silence. Even if Adam wanted to be disturbed, he wasn’t the right person to do it, not in this place.

Besides, he still had his own thoughts to sort through, like why in the name of the divine he saved Adam when he would have survived regardless. He would have been fine even if he did hit the ground unimpeded so why-

Lucifer grimaced as the answer stuck to him like a parasite, he knew damn well why he saved him. It was the same stupid reason he preened Adams wings for him, the same reason he treats the first man’s wing rot and the exact same reason he made that deal with Adam after he fell.

He was attached.

Stupids horribly foolishly, Lucifer still cared for Adam even after everything.

By the stars he beat Adam within an inch of his life! Adam tried to kill his daughter!

But emotions were hardly logical. They weren’t logical when he fell for Lilith in the garden and taught her and Adam both The Voice, they weren’t logical when he freed Eve, and they weren’t logical now.

Lucifer cared for Adam, even if by all logic he should hate the man.

“Dad?”

Lucifer looked up to meet his daughters eyes, a small smile letting her know he was okay, “Hey there Duckie.”

Charlie’s expression softened at the nickname even if he still looked concerned, “Dad… are you sure you’re okay?”

“If I’m not now, I will be, so stop worrying about little old me Char-char,” Lucifer chuckled, “However… Adams in the graveyard if you want to talk to him, he seems like he needs some company right now.”

He made his exit quickly after that, he knew what Charlie would do, it was in her nature to help people, it was what made her so special.

But Lucifer, he helped people once, and now… he had a new person he could help again.

And he might just know where to start.

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[tiredly101]

The past can hurt part 3

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Illustrated Au, picture is not mine. Hey peeps, I want to apologize for taking so long to update since studies and work have been crazy these couple of months (?) but nonetheless a new part has come!

Memories flooded Wally's head as he looks up at Frank, Wally was mad and he felt violent which he had never experienced before.

"What the duck happened in 1974 Frank?” Wally asked again while poison slithered with each word, Frank looked down in shame before sighting.

"Home killed him Wally... Home killed M/n and made Barnaby forget about him" Frank said before starting to cough, with each cough Frank's grey skin turned into a lighter shade until Frank fell on the ground, dead and void of life, Wally could only stare at Frank's now completely black eyes and the black liquid going down Frank's chin with indifference.

Wally ran a hand through his messy, long blue hair before seeing a gas tank and a match which made Wally smile, "Perfect" Wally uttered before grabbing it and looking towards the neighborhood with a dark smile.

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood... Would you be mine?Could you be mine?" Wally hum while walking out of Frank's house while dragging the gas tank but with each step a trail of gas painted the sidewalk and plants.

"It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood, a neighborly day for a beauty... Would you be mine?Could you be mine? I have always wanted to have a neighbor, just like you I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you" Wally kept singing softly while having a bit of a skip in his step while he lets the gas ran it's way down the streets, down the trees of the forest, down the sidewalk and down the neighborhood.

"So let's make the most of this beautiful day since we're together, we might as well... say would you be mine, could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Won't you, please? Won't you, please?Plēæßę won’t you be my ńęīghbœr?" Wally sang happily when he reached Home and stood in front of it. Wally looked straight at Home with a glare and a dark smile and then Wally let the leftovers gas fall down the walls, door, garden and flowers around Home. Wally turned around and looked at the neighborhood one last time before sighting since it looked peaceful... Perfect

Wally looked at Home again before lightning up the match and carelessly throwing it in the ground which made Home be set on fire and a trail of fire consume the rest of the neighborhood. Wally didn't mind the screams or the cries of help as he walked towards his apple tree with a satisfied smile as he watched the neighborhood burn up in flames.

"And so... the love will fade into ash because of Home's greedy rule and the last man standing will have no choice but to obey" were the words flying around in the air. The last words that M/n wrote as a warning, not to Wally but to everyone when his fury fell down on them

So! We are missing one more chapter for this series to be over and I must say that this one was kinda dark but really fun to write so I hoped you enjoyed!

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[witchofimber]

in line with the My Parents Are Aliens au: WolfStarBucks as ghosts (plus living Lily) raising Harry

Sirius died in the 1830s and when asked what killed him will only say 'laudanum and sodomy.' Remus died in the 1910s - he was a butler who died of Wooster-like fuckery from his employer. James died in the 1950s for that *~greaser aesthetic~* when he broke into the haunted house on a dare. The three have been living a comfortably undead life since.

One day Remus looks up from perusing the sodden and waterlogged books of the library to find James and Sirius floating there with shit-eating grins on their faces.

"There's a boy," says James. "He's been squatting here for a few days. Remus, I don't think he has anywhere else to go."

"We're not keeping him," says Remus, a little desperately. "We're not - James, we are DEAD."

Harry wakes up to find three semi-transluscent faces floating over him.

"Hello, child," says Sirius. "We're your ghostparents. Like godparents, only dead."

"Noooooo," moans Remus, as the mirrors weep blood.

"Are you going to hit me or something for crashing in your house?" asks Harry.

"We're physically incapable of it and we'd haunt anyone that tried," says James.

What follows is a sort of undead comedy of errors, with James having to impersonate Harry's bedbound guardian on the phone when school calls home, and using poltergeist magic to try and fix the place up to livable standard until they find a massive store of priceless antiques in the basement and just start flogging those instead.

Lily is the antique store owner who's not really sure what to do with the waiflike preteen who keeps turning up these massive windfalls. Eventually she insists that if Harry keeps bringing her this stuff, she's going to have to talk to his guardians to make sure he's not nicking these. Sirius is VERY excited to impersonate a 21st century man. He can walk fast! He can shout into metal contraptions! He has STRONG and OFTEN COHERENT opinions on the moon landing!!

James, watching Lily walk up the garden path: Oh, she's beautiful. Remus: Sure, but she's alive. James, wistful: Do you think she's committed to staying that way?

Hermione is the friend who is ABSOLUTELY CONVINCED that Harry's house is haunted and keeps trying to get Remus to help her ghost hunt. Remus is sweating bullets.

Ron is the dedicated sceptic who's like "don't be silly, ghosts don't exist" while Sirius is walking through a wall right behind him.

Obviously ends with OT4 where Lily realises they're ghosts, adopts Harry and uses their vast antiquing income to buy the haunted mansion and fix it up.

#Wolfstar #Prongsfoot #WolfStarBucks #Moonchaser #jily #Harry potter

[sugolara]

𝘼𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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The moment Izuku, F/n, and Katsuki made it into their home, Katsuki fell in the living room and passed out from tiredness. The other two were shocked and quickly made their way to Katsuki to make sure he was breathing. 

Izuku had let out a sigh of relief once his friend began to snore lightly. He then headed to a closet near the stairs and grabbed blankets for Katsuki in case he was cold during the night. 

While Izuku grabbed some blankets, he told F/n to check for any bites or scratches. Luckily, she had found nothing but dried blood and dirt. Katsuki was in good condition, aside from a scar near his wrist. 

She then removed his green bag, jacket, and shoes so he could rest comfortably. After that, she grabbed a pillow and rested his head on top of him and shortly after, Izuku arrived. 

The green-haired male laid a few blankets on top of his friend and sat next to him. He then sighed as he looked at his friends eyebags, “He must be exhausted.” 

F/n then sat down as well, her back against the wall, “The suns not even down yet.”

“Who knows how much he’s suffered out there. He was probably alone, and starving.” Izuku said with a frown. 

“Should we wake him up?” F/n said as Izuku looked at her, “If he’s starving then he must be hungry.”

Izuku shook his head and stood up, “No, we should let him rest. Tomorrow morning we’ll give him something to eat. For now, let's put away the food.”

Nodding, F/n followed Izuku and picked up the basket of food they had picked from the grocery store. They then headed to the basement where they stored all their supplies. While Katsuki slept soundly, the two downstairs talked in a quiet voice as to now wake the male up.

The sun's light on Katsuki’s eyes bothered him, he covered them with his blanket but the sun was still bright. He then grunted and turned in his sleeping position, but the sound of floorboards creaking interrupted his sleep. 

In a matter of seconds, Katsuki pounced on a figure, slamming them to the ground with his forearm around their throat and his other arm ready to spill blood, but he stopped when he realized who it was.

The h/c haired girl stared at Katsuki in shock, “...Woah.”

From the basement, Izuku quickly ran up the stairs as the commotion worried him. He stared at them both with his arms waving, “Kacchan! She’s not any threat! I asked her to check up on you!” 

Scoffing, Katsuki rolled his eyes and let F/n get up, “I know that, idiot!” 

F/n rubbed her neck, “You’re pretty strong. I almost thought you were going to kill me.” 

The blonde-hair crossed his arms, feeling a bit proud from her comment, “Then don’t sneak up on me.” 

Izuku let out a sigh, “She wasn’t sneaking up on you.”

“Nah.” F/n placed her hands on her neck and shrugged, “I kinda was.” 

Izuku shook his head at the girl and waved Katsuki to follow him out to the backyard and eat breakfast. All the while, Katsuki glared at F/n as she headed to the second floor of the house. He was curious and wondered what business she had to do instead of eating.

To say the least, Katsuki was impressed at how his friend and his companion secured the backyard. The gates entrance on the side of the house were boarded up, the gates had barbed wires on top to prevent anyone from jumping, and at the bottom next to the gates had wooden spikes in case someone managed to jump the fence.

But other than that, a garden of vegetables was placed at the back of the yard, in the center rested a campfire with bricks surrounding it and near the house's wall was a cart filled with wooden planks. 

“How long have you been here?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku hummed, “Three weeks, if I remember correctly.”

Katsuki crossed his arms and gave Izuku a look, “Staying in one place isn’t smart. You should know that, Deku.” 

“I know, but that’s now how you live.” Izuku let out a low sigh, “It tiring. Running. Making sure a place is safe. I just want to live comfortably for as long as I live.”

The blonde looks away and strikes up another conversation, “Who's that extra you're with.” 

“Ah!” Izuku smiles and hands Katsuki breakfast, “That’s F/n. We met on the road, about 3 and a half weeks ago. She’s kind, in her own way and can handle herself. Although, I don’t know that much about her, she’s very smart! She thought of the spikes herself!” 

Katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes, “She probably needs your help every time.” 

“Actually,” Izuku begins with a frown, “...the whole reason why I’m still alive is because of her.” 

“The hell you mean by that?” Katsuki says as he looks back at the house, staring at a second floor window where he sees F/n’s movement.

Izuku stares at Katsuki for a moment before responding, “A couple weeks ago, we ran into bad people. One of them tried to harm me but F/n prevented it before they could.” 

“What she do? Attack them with kind words.” Katsuki joked but Izuku’s frown made him a bit uneasy.

The green-haired shook his head, “She killed them. Got rid of them before they could get rid of me.” 

Katsuki’s eyes widened a bit, the thought of killing a human being has never crossed his mind. I mean, it’s a human being. Someone who's still alive, someone who thinks, eats, has emotions, a beating heart. Not something that drools and growls with an intent to eat people. 

But Katsuki understood F/n’s reason. If he were to choose to kill someone in order to protect his loved one, he would do it. Though, he did find it odd at how she presents herself. On the outside, the moment Katsuki had first met her, she seemed like an ordinary girl. Not a killer.

“Oh, I forgot!” Izuku exclaims and gives Katsuki a bright grin, “She went to the same school as us!” 

 Forgetting their previous conversation, Katsuki follows Izuku around as the green-haired male grabs a bin and heads to the garden. He watches as Izuku picks the vegetables that had already grown, “How long do we plan on staying here.” 

“For a long time if the world lets us.” F/n says as she holds a pocket knife.

The two males jump, starled from her presence. Izuku rises from his spot and gives her a smile, “We didn’t hear you.”

“You should wear a fucking bell.” Katsuki says.

F/n lets out a sigh, “I’d rather not, it can attract rotters.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Ditto.”

Izuku gives F/n an apologetic smile but she shrugs it off and instead gives Katsuki the pocketknife she held, “I notice you didn’t have any weapons, so here. Better safe than dead.”

The blonde doesn’t take it, he just glares at her, “I don’t need it. Besides, I can take care of myself once I’m out of here.” 

F/n smiles before chuckling, “What makes you think you’re going anywhere?” 

“The hell you just say to me?” He takes a step forward.

“Guys!” Izuku tries to get their attention before anything escalates, “Please don’t fight!”

Ignoring her friend, the h/c haired girl continues, “As long as Izuku’s here, you won’t go anywhere. Not after you just found each other. You mean something to him and as much as you hate to say it, he means something to you. You wanna take your chance and leave and never see Izuku again. Fine, be our guest.” 

A bit shocked by her statement, Katsuki takes a few steps towards her with a glare but before he had any chance to do something, Izuku places himself between, “Please! Let's not argue and fight! The last thing we need is for us to hate each other”

He then turns to his childhood friend, “Kacchan, if you want to leave, I won’t stop you. But, please, stay. We only have each other.”

His ruby eyes stared at Izuku, his eyes glistened and his heart hurt for a moment at his friend's words. He then looked away, we do only have each other.

Scoffing, Katsuki walks towards the house, “Whatever! Just don’t get on my nerves!” 

Smiling, Izuku nods his head at F/n, as if telling her that Katsuki wouldn’t be a problem. He then nervously told the girl to play nice as Katsuki is a bit short tempered. The girl only shrugs and nods before walking to Katsuki, presumingly to play nice with him.

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[inkoutsidethelines]

I decided to write a new Heatt Mermaid AU for Mermay. Enjoy.

Matt guessed that the royal treasury itself probably wasn’t as well guarded as Fisk’s garden was.  Sneaking in was far more difficult and time consuming than he expected.  He doubted he’d manage it a second time.

Then I’d best make sure I get it right this time.

At least the heightened security indicated the information Matt had gleaned was likely correct.  Whatever the source of magic Fisk had somehow been getting his hands on, it was in the high walled, well guarded garden.

Thankfully, the garden provided plenty of places for Matt to duck out of sight as he worked his way deeper in, with trees and overgrown flowering bushes.  The pathways were overgrown, the thick grasses making it easier to keep the sound of his footsteps soft and unnoticed by guards who seemed more bored and tired than anything else at this late hour.

The lax attitudes worked in Matt’s favor as well; likely, no one else had ever dared to sneak into the garden.  The reputation Fisk had built for himself over the past decade was far too dangerous for anyone to try.  Even the king was too wary of Fisk to boldly act against him these days.

Someone had to take a stand against Wilson Fisk.  And if no one else was willing to do it, then it would have to be Matt.

The sound of humming reached his ears.

Matt paused, listening.  He’d past the last line of guards, as far as he could tell.  Their routes seemed to avoid the innermost part of the garden.  The humming was coming from ahead of him, the lighter tones of a woman’s voice.  He heard the gentle ripples of something moving through water.

He moved carefully in the direction of the voice, which went from humming to singing snatches of a song Matt didn’t know.

“Catch a falling star,

Put it in your pocket,

Never let it fade away…”

As Matt drew closer, he was able to figure out more about what was going on.  It was a woman, leaning back on some large rocks that boarded a pond, her head tilted back to study the sky, her legs swishing slowly through the water.

No.  That wasn’t right.

It wasn’t legs trailing through the water.  And when she shifted positions on the rocks, the sound wasn’t right for cloth or skin.  And the smell that reached him had a distinctly fishy undertone.

She’s a mermaid.

So that was Fisk’s source of magic.  Humans with any sort of affinity for magic were incredibly rare, but if he’d struck some sort of deal with a mermaid, she could provide him with all sorts of spells.

Suddenly, the mermaid stopped singing and turned, looking directly Matt’s way.  He didn’t know what he’d done to reveal himself, but she didn’t seem alarmed at his presence.  At least, her breathing and heart rate didn’t change.

“Are you here to kill me?” she asked.

A flicker of surprise shot through him, both from what she asked and the calm way she said it.

“Are you expecting someone to kill you?” Matt asked.

The mermaid shrugged, a hand reaching up to brush against the close fitting necklace around her neck.  “It’s how this curse was always meant to end.  I suppose it will happen sooner or later.”

She sounded more resigned than frightened of the possibility, and uneasiness worked through Matt.  “Curse?” he questioned.

She let her hand drop back in her lap.  “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Matt shook his head slightly.  “Should I?”

The mermaid shrugged.  “Oh, I don’t know.  I’ve no idea what Wilson has told anyone.  But I’m Heather Fisk; Wilson’s sister.”

Sister?  Matt had nearly forgotten that Wilson Fisk had ever had a sister.

“Heather Fisk has been dead for ten years,” Matt said.

She shifted, and Matt tensed, ready to move quickly if she was going to try and cast a spell or call out for the guards.  But she merely curled her tail up on the rock.  “I suppose that could be true, from a certain point of view,” she said.  She let out a soft, bitter laugh.  “The curse certainly felt like dying.”

She’s not lying.

Her heartbeats were steady, and there’d been no pauses or catches in her breath to indicate she was thinking about her words before she spoke.  She was telling the truth.  But why would Fisk curse his own sister –

Humans with an affinity for magic are rare.

But there were beings who were magic down to their bones: merfolk, the fae, dragons, and other spirits.  They were dangerous and difficult to deal with, and even more difficult to capture and hold prisoner.  But if Fisk had found a way to curse her, to change her into a mermaid instead of a human…that would give him easy access to magic with none of the risk that usually accompanied it.

“How did he curse you?” Matt asked.

Heather reached up and tapped her fingers against her necklace again – only now, as she tapped it, Matt realized it wasn’t simply a close fitting necklace.  It was a solid metal band.  A collar.

“He told me it was my birthday present,” Heather said.  “Then when I put it on…”

The rest was easy enough to fill in.  She’d only been, what, thirteen? If he remembered the story correctly about when she was supposed to have died.  And likely trapped in the garden pond ever since.

She asked if I was here to kill her.

Matt’s conscious recoiled at the thought.  He’d gone to the garden intending to stop whatever Fisk was doing to get the spells he’d been using against people.  But Heather was as much one of Fisk’s victims as anyone else he’d ever harmed.  There had to be a way to fix this that didn’t involve hurting her.

“How can the curse be broken?” Matt asked.

“The only way to break it is to remove the collar,” Heather said.  “But the latch vanished when I put it on.”

“It’s how this curse was always meant to end.”

“May I examine it?” Matt asked.

She shrugged.  “If you want.”

Matt moved to her and crouched down to be more on her level.  Heather made no movement to stop him as he reached out and let his fingertips trace along the collar.  The metal was cool, and engraved with the stylized shape of lotus flowers.  Aside from the engravings, the collar was completely solid, with no latches or locks or even a hint of a crack.  The collar hugged her neck too tightly for him to fit a finger between it and her neck to see if there was anything different on the inside.

Dread settled in the pit of his stomach like a rock.  The way to break the curse was to remove the collar.  The only way to remove the collar was to remove her head.

“Why did you come here tonight?” Heather asked, voice barely more than a whisper.

“Fisk has been using the spells he gets from you to oppress the people and amass power for himself,” Matt said.  “I came to stop him.”

“Ah,” she said.  “Then you are here to kill me.”

No.

That couldn’t be the answer, there had to be another way.  But what else was he supposed to do?  He couldn’t just carry her out of the garden; he’d barely managed to sneak in on his own, he had no illusions about his odds if he tried carrying a mermaid out.  It would only end in his death and Heather still trapped in the pond.  Perhaps he could manage it if she was human again, but that was impossible.

Unless…

Old lessons bubbled up in his memory.  Curses always had a specific solution for breaking them.  Often – as in Heather’s case – very painful, costly solutions.  But there was another option, a deeper magic, written into the very foundations by the King Beyond the Sky when curses and dark magics started seeping into the world.

Any curse could be broken by an act of sacrificial love.

“Love is not about feelings.  It is about choices.”

Matt didn’t remember the exact circumstances that had prompted Father Lantom to say those words all those years ago when he’d still been a boy at the orphanage.  But the words had stuck with him.  Love wasn’t a feeling.

It was a choice.

“No,” Matt said, in answer to Heather’s statement.  “I’m not going to kill you.”

He pressed a hand over his chest, feeling the pendant he always wore under his shirt, a simple disk engraved with a dove – the symbol of the King Beyond the Sky.  On the chain next to the pendant were two unadorned gold rings.  His parents’ wedding bands, and the only thing he had inherited from them. 

I have to mean the vow, or this won’t work.

He couldn’t bluff his way through it – there were no loopholes for the deep magic.  Could he say them honestly?  Could he make that sacrifice to save her?

“It’s how this curse was always meant to end.”

“There’s another option to break the curse,” Matt said.  “But you have to agree.”  He tugged the chain with the pendant and rings from under his shirt and heard Heather’s intake of breath.

“Do you really think that would work?” she asked.

“If we mean it,” Matt said, “I believe it will.”

She paused for a long moment, then slowly nodded.  “Okay.”

To do things in the proper way, they should have a priest present to bless their vows, but that wasn’t exactly an option at the moment.  The King Beyond the Sky would be the only witness, but that Matt felt would be sufficient.  It was the King Beyond the Sky who would hold him to his vow anyway.

Matt undid the chain around his neck and slipped the rings off.  He’d witnessed Father Lantom blessing enough weddings in his youth that he could recall the vows easily enough.

“I, Matthew Murdock, take you, Heather Fisk, to be my wife.  I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health.  I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.” 

As he recited the words, the world fell still.  The buzzing of nighttime insects faded away, the wind stopped blowing.  Anticipation seemed to build in the air, like the moment just before a lightning strike in a storm.  Matt didn’t doubt the moment was being witnessed.

He gently raised Heather’s hand, slipping his mother’s old wedding band on it.  “Receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.  In the name of the King Beyond the Sky, and the Son.”

The feeling of stillness and anticipation didn’t lesson.  The sacrifice wouldn’t mean anything if Heather refused it.

She didn’t have the vows memorized the way Matt did, but with some quiet prompting from Matt, she managed to repeat them.  She slipped the ring on his finger, and Matt felt the weight of it there far more than he’d ever felt it when he’d worn the rings around his neck.

The moment the last syllable fell from her lips, Heather stiffened.  The collar around her neck crumbled, falling away with a rustle like spilled sand.  An energy lanced through the air that raised the hair on the back of Matt’s neck, and she crumpled.

Matt immediately reached for her, scooping her up from the rocks and realizing as he did so that her tail was gone, replaced by legs.

“Oh,” Heather gasped clinging to him.  “Oh, it worked!”

Relief flooded through him, followed quickly by the weight of new responsibility.  The curse was broken, but the work wasn’t done.

And first, he needed to sneak her back out of the garden.

#mermay #heatt #heather fisk #in which matt gets to be a fantasy catholic #and i play with ideas about sacrificial love

[sea-owl]

Ok so I finished all of my exams and I was wondering if you could do more yandere Bridgerton au head canons, please

Yeah I can do that. Let me know if there are any specific ones you guys want to know.

Forewarning the order is random as hell

Spouses: I have never once purposely made my Bridgerton jealous just to see what would happen.

Spoues siblings, even the dead ones: That’s a bold face lie but ok.

So after the discovery that the spouses are just as crazy one of the first things the Bridgertons do is tell Violet, who is so proud. She was always a little disappointed that none of her in-laws ever seemed to be yanderes themselves, so she felt her children didn't get the experience she and Edmund did. Now she's offering to watch the grandkids so the couples can go on romantic hunts with one another. It was one of her favorite things to do with Edmund and one or more of her children may or may not have been conceived after a successful hunt.

It was weird for the spouses to be able to outwardly show their crazy sides around others besides one another. They were so used to keeping quiet but of course their lovers said absolutely not, show them. This led to a few discoveries like Sophie and Gareth’s stolen objects collection, Penelope’s knives, Phillip’s poison garden, various trophies some of the spouses has collected over the years/their kills.

Kate is a biter. Anthony loves when she bites him, a physical mark of his wife's claim on his skin. He despises when Kate bares her teeth at some other man. He knows she's just threatening the poor bastard, but the thought of the taste of any man besides himself in Kate's mouth drives him up a wall.

Polin and Franchael have some of the kinkiest sex among the couples. Saphne has some of the most toys, how they got them and what all of them are is not important. Benedict likes to paint Sophie as a form of foreplay, his two favorite mediums are paints and blood. Of all they couples Kathony is the one that enjoys outdoors sex the most, and is the most likely to fuck after a hunting trip.

The spouses’ siblings have their own little alliance. Yes, they even summon the ghosts of the dead ones. The Bridgertons know about this alliance, and they carefully watch one another. They both want what’s best for the spouses so long as the Bridgertons are that they are in an alliance. Meanwhile the spouses do know if the need arises they can take down their Bridgertons, but they also know that if they kill one they will have to kill all of them, and they are rather fond of their Bridgertons. Killing them is a last resort. capturing or crippling them should be attempted first.

Honestly the whole ton should be grateful the Bridgertons and their spouses love one another so much. It helps reigns the chaos.

#bridgerton #yandere bridgertons au #kathony #benophie #polin #saphne #philoise #franchael #grucy #hyareth

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part fourty)

Summary: Now that they're together, Conductor and Grooves are slowly settling in with their love for one another. Both have strong feelings for one another but don't always know how to express it.

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Word count: 1,114

Warnings: Mentions of killing

Author's notes: Well, this has been hectic but I am slowly introducing another member into our main cast. They've made a couple appearances but here's your proper introduction to Spirit! Enjoy!

Snatcher rung his hands together as he waited for Empress to say something.

The cat was just standing still and staring at the moment.

“What the hell did you do?!” She suddenly shrieked.

Snatcher floated to be beside her, shrinking slightly. “Um, some gardening?”

“I'll say,” she huffed before crouching beside the rose bushes in front of his house. “How did you even…?”

“Hey, the curse isn't totally bad,” he replied with a shrug before extending his hand to her. “Wanna go see?”

Empress stood up and looked between him and the forest around them. “Snatch, I- I can't. You told me in the past to never come here, that I'd die.”

The ghost winced. “If it's anything, probably not, but the Subcon is currently the safest it's ever been.”

Empress still looked doubtful.

“Em, if anything tried to so much as touch you,” Snatcher said, eyes and mouth glowing brightly. “Then they would be dead on the spot.”

His friend let out a snort of laughter and took his hand. “Okay then, go ahead and give me a tour.”

Snatcher flew up to hover over the forest, laughing as Empress clung onto him. “Scared of heights?”

“Shut up,” she snapped before properly taking in the sights below them.

A small section of the forest had a tall wall of ice surrounding it while ice was interspersed in other places, seemingly arcing into statues and signs. One larger section of the Subcon appeared to be swamp while the opposite section appeared to burn gently.

But the central section? It glistened with Snatcher's creations, even from a distance.

The ghost took them down to the small village, gently resting Empress onto a tree stump before introducing everything.

He pointed to his right, then behind him, before finally just sweeping his arms out around him. “Over there is where I fixed up the hole Hat Kid made after cleaning out the well! And that way is my arena where I tried to kill her! And this is my village where she got rid of those pesky fire spirits that were putting borders up all over my forest!”

Snatcher paused when he noticed the soft smile Empress had.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

Empress shook her head and waited until he walked over to speak. “I'm just glad you're happy here again. You've been staying with me for ages after the… incident. And I'm glad you wanted to show me.”

Snatcher opened his mouth to say something before pausing, eyes glazing over.

There was something in the flaming forest. It gave off a similar signal to the fire spirits.

“Snatcher? You good?”

He snapped his attention back to where he was, trying to ignore the anxious niggling at the back of his head. “Um, yeah, I'm fine.”

Empress stood up, jabbing a claw into his chest. “Something's up. I can tell. So how about we go deal with whatever is wrong? Then you can continue your tour.”

Snatcher let out a grateful breath, holding onto her. “Deep breath then hold it. But also try to relax.”

He slipped through the shadows of the forest with her, before slowly emptying them back out amongst charred wood.

Snatcher paused, shoving Empress behind him.

Whatever stood before them could be called a fire spirit. It had the correct colouration and a fox-like form.

But whatever this was was bigger, about the same size as him, with three pairs of vibrant pink eyes, flames flickering at the tips of its ears.

“Leave here. Now,” Snatcher demanded with a low growl, ice creeping towards the creature.

It tilted its head at him before letting out a high pitched squeal. “You!”

“Yes, me, now go.”

The spirit slowly walked over to him, eyes wide. “You're the one who keeps sacrificing my hosts.”

Snatcher braced himself for a fight.

“You have my sincerest gratitude!”

Snatcher's mind blanked as it gripped his hands tightly. “Oh, my dearest, it is thanks to you that I have finally been able to craft a form for myself! Name your reward and I shall give it to you tenfold!”

Empress walked around to stand beside Snatcher, arching an eyebrow. “Snatch? Gonna deal with whoever this is fangirling about you or are you just going to be oblivious to their seemingly massive crush?”

Snatcher snapped out of his shock, yanking his hands back and snarling in the fire spirit's face. “What are you doing in my territory?! Was my message about your kind being here not clear enough?”

To his surprise, the fire spirit merely chuckled. “Oh believe me, it was clear. I've been receiving your message for hundreds of years now.” It paused, the flame at the tips of its ears flickering. “I must admit it surprises me that you are here. As of recent you have been frequenting the mangy furbag’s domicile, have you not?”

Snatcher's temper flared and ice shot up in sharp-tipped points from the floor, hovering mere inches from the spirit's throat. “Don't. Call her. That.”

Empress' tail wound around his arm. “Snatcher…”

The spirit seemed taken aback but stepped backwards so it could bow. “I apologise deeply, I did not understand that you were so close.”

Empress let out an amused snort. “You got a name?”

It straightened back up and let out a thoughtful hum. “A name… I suppose not. I have titles which my hosts can refer to me with. But not a name to speak of.”

Snatcher sighed. “If I give you a name will you leave me alone?!”

Its pink eyes went large. “To be named by someone such as you would be an honour! Of course, anything!”

Snatcher shivered uncomfortably at how obsessed with him the fire spirit was.

This wasn't what they were usually like the other ones would just chant about death and make those annoyingly little barriers.

They usually didn't have so much… conscience. Or treat him with such reverie.

“Um, you can be called Spirit I guess, ‘cause you're a fire spirit.”

His words were garbled, rushed, with hope to get this over and done.

Smoke poured off of Spirit and they let out a happy chirp. “Spirit! Of course! A grand name! Oh what a joyous day! I shall do as you requested and leave now.”

And that was it.

A burst of flames where they were standing and then nothing.

Snatcher let out a shaky breath and looked down at Empress.

God he felt so tired.

Maybe cleaning up the forest had been more tiring than he thought.

Empress must've noticed because there was no way she would've said what she did otherwise.

“Do you wanna go visit Hat Kid?”

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit moulin rouge au #moulin rouge discotrain au #ahit empress #snatcher #the snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit snatcher #ahit oc #oc spirit

[avaruussade]

a lil snippet of something I've been working on 😈 supernatural au

***

Viktor takes them to a neighborhood that in the gloomy, rainy weather looks rather unwelcoming. He whistles as he walks toward a tall building with chipped outer walls and dark, square windows, and Otabek thinks the fog around them only gets thicker as they cross a parking lot with only a few cars on it. Viktor has started humming a song Otabek distantly recognizes but can’t quite name, and he keeps on singing when he punches in a code on a digital lock at the building’s front door and walks in as if he lived there.

The corridor is cold, and their steps echo between the walls. The apartment doors don’t have names on them, only numbers, and when they reach the fourth floor the buzzing of the sickly yellow halogen lights gets louder.

“Viktor, what-”, JJ starts, but he’s interrupted by Viktor stopping in front of a door and knocking on it. The number - 130 - on the door has faded slightly, and there’s a small post-it note over the mail slot (a pink one, Otabek notices), saying no ads, thank you.

A few long seconds pass before the door opens. A young man with blond hair framing a pair of strikingly green eyes takes a long look at Viktor, who flashes his trademark smile.

“Hello, Y-”

“No,” the man says and closes the door.

Viktor’s smile doesn’t falter as he gives a reassuring look to Otabek and JJ over his shoulder and knocks again. The door swings open, more widely this time.

“What part of a ‘no’ you don’t understand?”

“Listen, Yuri-”

“The last time I listened to you I spent the night in jail because someone who was in charge of looking out for my ass didn’t do their job. So whatever you’re about to say, my answer is no.”

“For my defence, I was doing that job with Yuuri, and you know how putting us two together isn’t a very bright idea.”

The blond gives a long, borderline angry look at Viktor, who amazingly keeps on smiling. Otabek knows it doesn’t show on his face, but inside he is terrified - for himself or for Viktor, he’s not sure yet.

“Look, Yuri,” Viktor starts, a soft apology in his voice. “I’m sorry about that last time. No one got hurt in the end though, right?”

The boy - Yuri, Otabek assumes - reaches for the handle and pulls it, but Viktor manages to get a foot between the door. Yuri looks surprisingly calm, but he’s biting the inside of his cheek and there’s a fire behind his eyes.

“Okay, yes, you’re right, I screwed up and I apologize. I completely understand if you don’t want to work another job for or with me-”

“That’s an understatement.”

“But I’m here only because these two gentlemen came to me for help.”

It’s the first time Yuri’s eyes scan Otabek and JJ standing behind Viktor’s back, as if he had just realized they were even there. The small pause gives Otabek time to take a look at Yuri, too - he’s around the same height as Viktor, and has his hair on a messy ponytail. The shirt he’s wearing is way too big for him, and underneath his brightly colored eyes are quite dark circles that look more like bruises in the sickly lighting.

Yuri leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest. “You have 30 seconds.”

“There are demons in here. In the city,” JJ says before Viktor gets his mouth open, probably afraid Viktor would only anger the mysterious blond ever more.

“I know about the old lady in Black Hill,” Yuri says, and JJ and Otabek exchange a quick look. “She’s been possessed for some time now, but exorcism would kill her. I visit weekly and so far it’s been quiet.”

“Not anymore,” JJ says, and Yuri raises his eyebrows in question. “We’re pretty sure the entire neighborhood is possessed.”

“Weird electricity problems, gardens full of dead plants - hell, even the grass outside is fried,” Otabek lists. “And it’s… it’s quiet there. Too quiet.”

Yuri looks at them for a few seconds, brows in a pensive frown, before he lets out a long sigh and holds the door open. “Come in.”

The apartment is bigger than it seemed from the outside. The living room has a couch that looks older than any of them are, fitted between an overflowing bookcase and a round coffee table covered in handwritten notes and old books barely held together by their peeling binding. Instead of a TV there are maps, drawings and pages from different books hung on the wall, and the plush armchair tucked in the corner is taken by a brown, fluffy cat. Endless stacks of books create pathways to the kitchen and what Otabek assumes is a bedroom, and despite the awful weather outside, it’s pleasantly warm inside the apartment.

“It’s a bit messy, I just came home,” Yuri explains as he picks up an open black backpack from the floor and tosses it towards a room Otabek assumes is the bedroom.

“Where were you?” Viktor asks. He’s crouched down by the armchair, cooing at the cat who’s now loudly purring.

“Mila needed help with some vampires.”

“Vampires? So far up north?”

Yuri shrugs. “An entire family. Either it’s global warming or hunters around here are forcing them to relocate.”

“I see,” Viktor says, eyebrows in a subtle frown. “Everything went alright?”

“We left in one piece, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Viktor looks at Yuri over his shoulder, still petting the purring cat, and flashes him a wide smile. “Well done.”

Yuri rolls his eyes and turns around, heading to the small kitchen located right next to the living room: it’s so tiny and dark Otabek didn’t even notice it first. Yuri clicks on a switch on the wall and multiple strings of tiny lights turn on, filling the kitchen in a warm glow and revealing a stove with two burners. The stovetop has more wonky piles of books on it, so Otabek assumes Yuri isn’t a big fan of cooking. Next to the sink on the counter sits an iron samovar, surrounded by a mismatch selection of teacups: tall and small, from painted porcelain to plain black and faded cartoon characters, almost hiding the electrical kettle behind them like it was a shameful abomination.

Something within Otabek relaxes at the sight; welcomes the familiarity without him really noticing.

“Tea?” Yuri asks while rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, pulling out three cardboard boxes with differently flavored tea. Otabek and JJ exchange another quick look, but Viktor beats them both.

“We’d love to.”

*

The living room couch is soft, and the warm cup of tea between Otabek’s hands is surprisingly comforting. He watches through the steam of his tea how Yuri picks up the fluffy cat before sitting down on the armchair, the cat curling up on his lap and letting out a content sigh. A small, barely-there smile visits Yuri’s face, and it’s the first time Otabek has seen him show some other emotion than exhaustion or annoyance.

“So,” JJ starts, placing his untouched cup on the table. “Demons. Apparently.”

“Have you guys ever dealt with a demon?”

“No,” Otabek says quickly before JJ’s need to look grand in strangers eyes takes over. “We deal with ghosts, angry spirits sometimes. We were only in the neighborhood because it seemed like a spirit case at first. We don’t do demons.”

Yuri hums. “Well, you’ll be doing now. You find it, you deal with it.”

“Didn’t you say you’ve known for a longer time there’s a demon in there? And you did nothing,” JJ reminds, a sharp edge in his tone. It hurts Otabek’s ears, but he stays quiet.

“I didn’t think there’d be more,” Yuri states and calmly takes a sip of tea before placing his cup on a corner of the table that’s not overflowing with what looks like diary entries on post-it notes. He carefully places the cat on his lap on the floor before standing up and heading towards the massive bookcase. “She’s done nothing in months. My mistake.”

“She’s gathering knowledge, maybe? Or keeping an eye on something,” Viktor ponders.

“Probably. As I said, I’ve visited her weekly. The demon inside her knows I’m a hunter, either recognizes me or feels all the anti-possession stuff on me, yet it’s been normal out there. So my question is, why now?”

Yuri is pulling out books and stacking them on top of each other, and Otabek wonders how he has the strength to carry them all. He drops one stack on the table on top of another stack and heads towards another corner of the living room, looking through the piles placed underneath a window.

“Maybe it just got bored?” Viktor suggests, and Yuri shrugs. He comes back to them with another tall stack of books in his arms and puts them next to the other books on the table.

“What are these?” JJ asks, picking up one of the books.

“Everything I could quickly find about demons, possessions and exorcism,” Yuri replies before sitting back down on the armchair and reaching for his teacup. “I can help you with the demons but we’re not going there unprepared.”

JJ lets out a dry laugh that sounds amused, but Otabek knows what it means: JJ is getting annoyed at Yuri, probably because he’s not recognizing JJ’s efforts. Instead of saying anything Otabek picks up a book.

It’s surprisingly heavy, the corners of the covers torn. The pages are thick, not made out of regular paper, and as he leafs through it he notices there are notes written on the pages with a pencil. It takes a moment for Otabek to realize the writing seems a bit strange, yet he can understand parts of it: it’s been a long time since he last read anything in cyrillic, and the writer didn’t have the neatest handwriting. The book itself is in English, and Otabek turns to the very first page that states the title. Under the ominous Demonic Omens and Possessions is yet again a penciled note:

Nikolai Plisetsky, 1995

“Nikolai Plisetsky?” Otabek says out loud before he can stop himself.

Otabek might just be a regular ghosthunter who never intended to hunt, but even he knows of Nikolai Plisetsky: a legendary hunter, travelling the country after demons, vampires, ghosts and other things and putting them down like it wasn’t a big deal. Otabek heard that some years ago he was on a hunting trip with his son and daughter-in-law when the married couple got killed by demons, and after that Nikolai dedicated his time to hunt down the demons in question. He’s kept low profile for a longer time now, yet his techniques and tips are practiced and shared among hunters every day.

Yuri glances at Otabek over the rim of his teacup and blinks. “Yeah, my grandfather. Most of the stuff is his.”

#otayuri #fanfiction #vilma's otayuri aus

[fishstickfeind]

All right so I'm finally put in a time to retype / re-speak all of the cereal killer doc concept that I was telling you about fair warning if you see the word dog or dark or duck I am most likely trying to say Doc but speech to text did not pick up on that.

Okay so I saw that you and someone else I don't even remember that their URL because I went to your ask box so fast we're talking about an evil duck AU and as we all know I have by fair share of experience is taking you character and basic level a little bit darker specifically the serial killer realm and this is already a concept I've been like sitting on with this really made me just like full on deep dive into it but do you realize that dog has the perfect backstory for Celia killer? Like no one knows anything about his past I highly doubt that doc is his real name so no one even knows his like real first name and he just randomly shows up into this small town in the middle of nowhere that no one has actually moved into for probably a pretty decent amount of time not to mention he is a mechanic and doctor so he has excuses as to why he would have any and all the tools needed to properly kill someone and if you want to go as far as to say this he's dating the town's only cop he has really the perfect alibi despite being shady as all hell. But whatever right let's just say that in Cars 1 it kind of goes down a very different route not to say lightning didn't go down route 66 ba dum tss right? So let's say that he goes until like docs garage earlier and he is able to do a little bit more digging and he finds proof maybe body part maybe a letter maybe it'll journal entry of the murders he committed before he came to Radiator Springs if you just kind of freaks out but then hears doc leave if you hear some start coming this way so as quickly as stealthily as possible he leaves but maybe he knocks something down while leaving that he didn't really have time to pick up and Doc knows that lightning went in there. So now lightning is trying his hardest to get out of town and his anxiety is so high but the thing is he realizes that doc has started treating him a little bit differently because doc knows and now lightning is starting to notice that doc knows that he knows. So let's say that lightning wants to get out of there so fast now that he fixes the road a day faster than the movie he's getting ready to leave he's going to leave that night or maybe the next morning but that's when doc corners him because he can't risk lightning getting to California and then telling the stories about him. And so everyone else thinks that he up and left in the middle of the night and just didn't say goodbye but then a few months pass and lightning shows up on the news because he just straight up disappeared so now they're all worried but they can't say that he was there because this is a random town in the middle of nowhere that was so far off course from where he was supposed to be so they're forced to say silent if they don't want anyone in town going to jail so duck get away with it and let's say mack goes to jail for it. And the final scene of the movie would be dark like say sharpening a knife or burying the body or maybe planting flowers above This fresh garden that he decided to plant which is totally just a way to hide the freaking body but then you know how in the first and second movie there's a fourth wall break at the very very end of the movie he looks up and makes eye contact with the camera and then he either runs at the camera or drives at the camera the camera just goes black. Roll credits.

I don't see the second movie hypothetically being much different if we want to skip over the first movie in the case of this scenario because I feel like he's still be dead and even if he was all he has much importance in this movie nor would he have much importance into the plot so I would just go straight into Cars 3.

So let's say that lightning and cruise go to Thomasville way earlier in the movie but when they get there it's completely abandoned it's still looks like there should be people there like there's dust and cogswebs up everywhere in places that there should be in the bar lights left up but it's still completely abandoned so like any good white person would lightning the sides hey let's investigate and cruise is very very hesitant of this because she already did really want to come here because she just kind of assumed that everyone here would be dead it would be a waste of time and she had to be right they are dead and they find evidence of this maybe they find the bodies or maybe they find parts either way they find this out and they find proof of it having been there one and only Doc Hudson. So now this movie isn't even about lightning getting back into racing it is about figuring out who really did this and if doc was secretly really like this but let's say hey Doc didn't really die he just knew that now that he was back in the spotlight he needed to because he didn't want suspicious eventually being back on him and he was there at Thomasville with lightning and Cruz showed up. And so now he decides hey I need to take back out my old knife and kill these two so my secret does not get out to the rest of the world because he knows that even as good as he was and still is he has some inconsistencies in his story they'll realize that hey he definitely faked his death and they'll come looking for him.

The first stop is at Doc's garage which hasn't been touched since he died and then had more evidence hidden in there then they go to the doc huts and memorial museum if I were proof there but little do they know doc follow them back and so he kills the both of them. But he also knows that while the cops may give up easily the radiator spring is townies they are really smart and they will eventually piece it together so now he has to kill them as well.

Some of the deaths are emotional and sad like with red who pieced it together immediately upon seeing him but still desperately wanted doc did not do it and change because a part of him still wanted to believe that doc was the friend that he had known all those years.

Some of them were slow like Fillmore's who saw Doc in the back of his store upon closing and also immediately do because everything added up his shady past the sudden death why lightning and cruise were looking in Doc's garage in the museum heck some of the stuff in his will even added up but before fibroid gets to run out of his store call the cops doc slits his throat and Ramone who was probably cornered while taking the trash out and tried to talk him out of it as he pieced it together slowly in his head.

Some of them didn't even really get to see it coming like Luigi who had a death that was as quick and as surprising cuz he didn't even get to process what was going on because it happened quicker than well the flick of the wrist.

Some of them were confused like Lizzie and Mater. Later probably thought he was seeing things and didn't even understand what was happening but when doc stabbed him for Lizzie her dementia made it so that she probably didn't even know who he was if she didn't think it was someone else hell she probably thought it was Stanley coming to take her away if she didn't think Stanley was the one truly betraying her.

Some of them probably tried to fight back like Guido and Sarge and Flow who weren't going to go down without a fight if they were going to die they weren't going to die easily although it was very quick and very easy to realize that they were fighting a losing battle.

Although if there was any character in these movies that was better made to fit the last girl archetype then it was definitely Sally let's say that Sally gets away by the skin of her teeth she gets away and she decides she's going to tell the cops they don't believe her because duck Hudson is dead and has been dead for a very long time so they don't put her away for the murders she's going to go into either therapy or a mental institute because no one believes her or the trauma that she has faced it's going to be like Robin Williams's girlfriend in the original Jumanji that's what she's going to end up as. She's going to be a cautionary tale for the neighborhood kids while she sits in her house alone because everyone she has ever loved is dead and to slowly drives herself insane. But maybe she doesn't do that let's say that she does it for a bit she picks her life back up and just doesn't talk about it anymore maybe the government does believe her and she's given a new identity because she's put into protective services but they can't find Doc Hudson anywhere there's the proof that it was him there's tons of it now but they just can't find him so Sally it all scenarios but especially this one has to live with the paranoia that he is still out there and is waiting for her because she is the one that got away he can still strike at any time and let's say that that paranoia doesn't get to her head and she's able to live a normal life cuz after a while doc would have been so old that it would have been impossible for him to continue killing if he was even still alive. So now she's picked her life back up and she volunteers at a retirement home and one day she sees someone's face is she recognizes it immediately and she just stops because that? That face? That is Doc Hudson's face. And Doc just smiled at her because he recognizes her too but he isn't going to say anything if he gets her alone maybe he chokes her he's okay to go to jail then he is going to be dying in the next few years maybe he chokes her to death and then puts himself down or maybe he lets her go she knows that the dollar that he is still alive is forever going to haunt her even long after he dies that paranoia is going to be alive and well because she let it disappear once and she's not going to make that mistake again and maybe that is when she truly goes off the deep end and ends it all on her own. Or maybe instead of ending it all on her own and offing herself, her mind just breaks and she becomes the next him. She was a wildly successful lawyer before now she faked her death and the cycle is doomed to repeat like a movie The Hollywood just can't stop making sequels for the Killer is replaced and replaced and replaced for each generation it started with Doc it continued to Sally and who is to say who is next?

Obviously just tag is appropriately murder killing choking suicide mention all the necessary trigger warnings. This time I did it Google docs first so if Tumblr decides to be mean again I have it saved lol.

@genshinwomenarehot you are the one that started this evil Doc Au!! Come look at the gracious writing piece you have caused!!!

TW/CW: killing, suicide, choking, strangling, gorey and typical horrer movie type stuff

I like how you stated a bunch of canonical things about Doc and then you also added that he’s dating Sheriff as apart of the canonical statements XDD I don’t blame him Sheriff is nice af

We’ve now officially gotten into cliché horror movie stereotypes XD

Look i KNOW it’s probably supposed to say Fillmore but I’ve been (figuratively) pissing myself (do not make an Axlerod joke) laughing over fibroid. I want to call him fibroid from now on. Also apparently fibroid is a word???

And I cannot beLIEVE what you did to my boy Mac. Just let him get framed and left it at that /lh

Though truthfully, I just,,,… I don’t even know what to say man!! Theres not enough keyboard slaps or reaction images to really sum up or express my feelings on this, this is just. Ohmigosh. You like wrote an entire novel/film with all of this!! I know I say this often but truly just. Completely utterly fricken speechless, I cannot form words. I read every last word and???

I’m almost scared of what would happen if you and genshinwomenarehot(i dont know what to call you so I’ve just been refering to you as your user at this point kgkfdkkddk) like paired up and brainstormed together because I think all of hell would be let loose /pos

#i fucking love text to speech because the punction and errors that come from it just make me cackle #i am very glad i got to be a witness to this #and now its forever going to be ingrained in my head anytime i look at Doc #Doc probably has murdered some people(cars?) at this point lets be for real here #thedragonemperess #i got tagged earlier in two of your old writings and now this and?? you got some skills up your sleeves let me tell you #i dont know how all my tumblr friends have this ungodly amount of talent but wowza

[seokstrivia]

One Step Closer | dpr ian

༊·˚ Summary: The worlds come to an end, there’s chaos and dead-beat silence, but above all that, you’re one step closer to a happy ending.

or you’re looking for your brother and find Ian.

༊·˚ Post-Apocalypse!AU | khh m.list | word count: 2.2k

༊·˚ Christian Yu x Reader: angst, old feelings, apocalypse, the world ended (kinda), fluff, mutual feelings, confessions, open ending

It was raining when you decided to leave the raided supermarket, finding resources was becoming difficult when gangs were popping out of nowhere like daisies.

Selfish pricks taking everything.

You were attentive to glimpse down the street, to make sure it was clear, before making a run for it down the road and then taking a left into a garden where you hid behind a wall from an approaching vehicle.

They were a group of boys, shouting and laughing while pointing guns at the sky. This was what had become of the world, the purge in real life; forever. It wasn’t easy leaving cities when there were gangs and such at every corner, there was no escape.

You sighed, your brother got lucky. The last time you communicated with him he'd told you he was safe, and that the safe haven he found was full of good people.

That was two years ago.

Once you were sure the vehicle was gone, or the shouting had stopped, you peeked around the wall before stepping back out into the street. It was raining harder now and you were soaked through to your skin, an agitated sigh parted your lips.

The place you’d been staying in for the past two weeks, was a good four-hour journey. You wouldn’t have went back if you hadn’t left your second set of clothes or the recourses you’d collected over the past three months.

Being alone was becoming difficult.

While tightening the strap on your bag before setting on your journey back, you heard shouting and a gunshot not too far behind you. Whipping your head towards the direction of the sound, a gasp escaped your lips and you started running.

There was no way you knew where you were going, no direction in mind as you run as far away and as fast as you could. It was a failed attempt to escape, there were a group of men waiting at the end of the street for you in a vandalised jeep, laughing at you.

‘Shit,’ you muttered as you stopped.

It didn't take the two men, who were chasing you, long to catch up and grab your arms from behind you, and then haul you towards their jeep. One of them carelessly blindfolded you while another chortled deeply under his breath, obviously over the moon with their new discovery.

>

When you woke up, you were tied to a seat, presumably placed in the middle of a room, and even though you were still wet, you were somewhat warm. It still felt uncomfortable as the restraints were tied far too tight for your liking, your hair was stuck to your face and worst of all, your bag was missing.

An agitated sigh parted your lips.

The male’s you were surrounded by were all murmuring to each other before abruptly going quiet when the door opened and closed. It made you feel anxious to know who had such an impact on all of them like that.

You wondered if he was scary? Or maybe he was a psychopath? Hopefully, he was neither…

“And what’s this?”

His voice sounded somewhat familiar— something from an old memory, back when the city was thriving and you were safe with your brother.

It was weirdly... comforting.

“She was alone when he found her.”

You pursed your lips as you anticipated the next thing to happen to you. Would they kill you? Would they keep you as a cleaner or chef? Or, wait... would they eat you?

The questions that engulfed your mind were quick to leave as they came once the blindfold was removed. You made eye contact with a surprisingly really good-looking man not too much older than you, but that didn’t stop yourself from recognising him.

“Christian?” You gasped.

The male took a step back, eyebrow raised, “how do you know me?”

Of course, he wouldn’t remember you. Sure, you weren’t close friends, but you were in the same class in high school and maybe, you had a small crush on him back then.

Nevertheless, that was all a good few years ago now, so much in the world had changed since then. Even you.

“Wait,” he chuckled, moving wet strands of hair away from your face. “Y/N?”

Thankful he’d moved your hair, you still felt your heart plummet to your throat.

“You remember me?”

The shock on your face made Ian laugh as he nodded his head. The scenario happening before your eyes would have been much better if you weren’t tied to a chair, nevertheless, the concept of better scenarios and situations were long gone.

But again, you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. He was as handsome as you remembered him to be, okay so maybe being the leader of a gang wasn’t a good thing, but it was kind of nice to see a face you once saw every day.

He could still kill you if he wanted to, can’t forget that.

“Shame we had to meet like this,” he smirked before turning to look at one of his many men. “Untie her and take her to an empty room.”

It took a mere second for the guy to follow Ian's instruction, you were out of the seat before you knew it and being led towards the door.

“Make sure you lock the door to her room.”

You turned around to look at Ian, the smirk was still on his lips except his eyes were darker than usual.

And then the door closed.

>

Three days went by, no one let you out of the room, and no one came in, but they fed you and gave you a new set of clothes. It was nice and warm, but you were curious to see what was outside your door, more so you wanted to see Ian again, talk to him— ask him for his help.

A sigh parted your lips as you lay in the middle of the bed waiting for something to happen, thinking about what was going on in the world while you were locked inside.

What if your brother needed you?

At that moment the door to your room opened to which you turned your head, and watched the very man you’d been waiting for to walk in.

He smirked, “red pants?”

You blushed, sitting up and pulling down the hem of the t-shirt at the same time, “I just wore what I was given.”

Ian hummed, head slowly nodding to your response as he approached the bed. He sat down, eyes scanning the room before looking at you, staring you down daringly.

It made you shiver.

“Tell me, y/n,” he spoke, your name slipping off his tongue was like sweet, thick honey. “Do you like it here?”

Mouth dry and heart shaking, you stared into his eyes and nodded your head, too afraid to say otherwise.

He’d changed too.

“Good, good,” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s safe for you here, it’s better when you’re with me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not sure what he meant by that, you proceeded to ask him. Hand moving forward to grab him, but at that very second, the door swung open with so much force.

“Boss, someone’s trying to steal our shit. Again!”

And just like that, he was gone. You sighed.

It was thunder storming that night.

>

The door was unlocked when you woke up the next morning, so you took it upon yourself to investigate down the long hallway, happy you didn’t need to stay locked in your room anymore.

While strolling at a leisurely pace, you came across a black door.

It was left slightly open, and even though you knew you shouldn’t, you had to, maybe it was a way out? Hence, with no hesitation, you pushed it open further and peeked inside.

There was a figure on the couch, head thrown back and eyes closed. It was Ian, he was bleeding. An inaudible gasp parted your lips and you cautiously stepped inside to see if he was okay.

However, before you could approach him you noticed a woman seated next to him, attending to his wounds. It seemed like she knew what she was doing, her hands moving swiftly before she saw you.

She looked as shocked as you were when you two made eye contact, it was as if she hadn’t seen another female in years. Ian stared at the pretty woman’s face before turning to see her staring at you.

“I—I,” you stuttered, heart falling into the pit of your stomach at the thought of getting caught. “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

Ian tried to get up, but the bullet wound in his shoulder hadn't been treated yet and caused him a lot of pain to move. He shouted your name, asking you to come back, but you were long gone, hidden in your room, trying to figure out how to leave.

You were brought back to reality, annoyed at yourself for not finding a way to leave as soon as you'd been brought here. However, seeing a familiar face had made you feel so safe that you'd forgotten it was everyone for themselves out in the world now.

You felt so stupid. What were you thinking?

A few long hours passed by, you were sitting on your bed waiting for Ian's men to go to sleep one, by one, so you could find a way to get out of here.

As much as you liked it, and as much as you wanted to stay, you couldn't. Ian probably only took pity on you because you were an old classmate, a familiar face. Maybe that was why he'd let you stay and had not killed you yet.

More so, you needed to find your brother.

How could you forget about your brother? You asked yourself as you thought about the old feelings that came lingering back when you first made eye contact with Ian.  

A knock on the door broke you out of your reverie, leaving you startled because you thought most of the men had called it a night.

“Who is it?” You asked, quietly approaching the door.

“It’s me,” came a sigh.

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not to let him in. He knocked again, silently pleading for you to open the door, pleading for you to let him explain himself.

Finally, you gave in and opened the door.

The first thing Ian noticed were your shoes, the second thing he noticed was the jacket you were gripping onto tightly in your hands.

“You’re leaving?” He asked, stepping into the room.

You avoided eye contact, instead, staring down at your, old and worn out, but favourite pair of shoes. That was enough of an answer for him to realise he was going to have to see you walk away from him, from safety.

“Why?” He demanded to know, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. “Why are you leaving?”

A sad chuckle parted your lips, “I can't stay here, this isn't where I belong. I should be out there looking for my brother."

He followed your finger to the window you were pointing out of before reaching for that very hand, and pulling you towards him.

“You do,” he muttered. “You do belong here, plus… It's not safe for you out there, there's more and more people dying everyday. Let me look after you, let me help you.”

“But—“

“Trust me," he pleaded, softly. "Please."

A soft chuckle left your lips, you felt shy and rather dumbfounded because who would have thought you had a chance in this broken world? You and Ian? Love?

You hadn’t thought about those feelings, or yourself for years.

It made you feel dizzy.

“So...” you grinned, changing the subject. “In high school? Did you?”

“Yeah,” he huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Since the day you asked me to tie your shoelaces for you.”

You snorted, playfully hitting his chest, “gross.”

Ian smiled, leading you into his arms to hold you close. He kissed your forehead before holding you tightly against his chest.

A sigh of relief for the first time in two years parted your lips.

>

“So, where is your brother?”

You kissed Ian's neck before coiling your arms around him and resting your hands against his chest.

He grinned.

“Somewhere in New York City,” you told him. “I have no idea where though, I couldn’t gather any co-ordinates.”

He nodded his head, pulling at your hand to walk around and sit on his lap, he loved the feeling of you against him.

He loved you.

“And you want to go?” He questioned.

There was a smile on your face, eyes gazing deeply and rather quite daringly into his, “you don’t?”

A loud laugh rumbled through his chest, he coiled his arms around you and pulled you closer as if that was even possible.

The world was still broken, destroyed even, but that was for another day.

“Anywhere with the love of my life is okay with me," Ian smiled.

New York City was your next adventure, you were finally going to find your brother after years of searching for him alone.

You were going to bring him home.

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For a jane smith x fem reader, maybe they're both a spy and reader was her next door neighbor that was instructed to keep an eye on Jane and maybe at some point reader gets caught by someone who jane was like supposed to kill and ends up saving reader after finding out who they both are?

And they're like flirtatious w one another even though Jane is slightly annoyed, reader her ass saved by someone who was meant to be her target and ends up working w jane instead and reader asks her out on a date and jane just shuts her up with a kiss? Hope that's okay! 😊 so like secret spies and next door neighbor aus if that's cool

babysitter- jane smith

summary: you’re sent to keep an eye on spy and neighbour jane smith. what you didn’t expect was to be caught in the middle of her assignment.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: violence, guns, shooting guns, blood, being tied to a chair

the sun had just fully risen, and though you’d much rather be in bed, you were outside watering your front lawn. you groaned as the sun shone right in your eyes. however, your sour expression quickly switched to a smile as you saw your neighbour, jane, come out of her house. you dragged your hose to the hedge that separated your houses, watering them even though they didn’t need it.

“hi, y/n,” she greeted as she opened her car door.

“hi jane,” you smiled in return.

you continued to water your plants, not stopping until she’d gotten in her car and driven away. once she was out of your sight, you entered your house, taking off your gardening apron which conveniently covered your work clothes. you’d had a tracker on jane’s car for months, ever since you’d been told to keep an eye on her. you opened your computer, the one only for your spy work and looked at where jane was. you hopped onto your motorcycle, taking off in her direction. thankfully, you had that same gps system in it, making it easy to find your way to her. not long after, you arrived at an abandoned building. you parked it and searched for any sign of jane.

once your motorcycle was secure and basically impossible to steal, you began to explore the building, carefully scanning over every corner of the room. one of your hands was secured on your gun that was tucked into the waist of your pants. you saw jane briefly before she hid behind a wall, you hiding as well.

just as you’d begun to pull yourself out of your hiding spot, you felt someone’s hand come across your face. they covered your mouth and nose with a cloth and you immediately knew what had happened. everything went black, your limbs going limp. you came to minutes later, finding that you were tied to a chair. your hands and legs were restrained, and as you attempted to move, someone behind you clicked their tongue.

“i’d advise you not to do that,” he spoke.

that’s when you felt the cold metal of the barrel of a gun pressed to your temple. you stopped your moving, but continued to work silently without him noticing. he called out for jane next, his tone seemingly taunting her.

jane came into sight, peeking out from behind an old industrial pole that helped hold the old building up. her gun was already lifted and pointed directly at the man behind me.

“y/n?” she asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“hi jane,” you said for the second time that day, laughing nervously.

“what’re you doing here?” she asked

“well, funny story-” you began, before being interrupted.

“enough!” the man behind you yelled, “make one more move and she gets it.”

and like that, they were stuck in a stalemate. if jane made a move, i’d get shot. if he made a move, him and i would both be dead.

why the fuck did i take this job? you asked yourself.

jane looked around, her gun still extended and pointing at her target. she looked at me, anger flashing across her eyes. it shifted to curiosity when she noticed that i was doing something. she looked at me again and i gave her a small smirk.

jane continued to talk to the target, diverting his attention off you. as a spy, you knew how to get out of a situation like this, which is why he didn’t notice when the rope secured around your ankles dropped to the ground. next, you freed your hands, slipping the rope onto your lap, so he wouldn’t notice it fall. you grabbed the sides of the wooden chair and in one swift move, got up and swung the chair right at him. his gun went off in reaction, but it only shot into the distance, completely away from you and jane. he collapsed onto the ground, hitting the dusty concrete floor with a thump. you took his gun, pointing it at him as you stood over his semi-conscious body.

jane joined you, standing over him with her gun pointed at his head. he let out a pained groan and as he began to get up to run, jane pushed down on the trigger, shooting him twice. of course, with her gun’s silencer, the noise wasn’t loud. now he laid on the ground again, blood pooling under him as you looked at him.

jane began to walk away, you ran to catch up with her when you noticed.

“jane!” you called out.

she stopped in her tracks, turning around with an annoyed look.

“what’re you doing here, y/n?” she asked coldly.

“i was told to watch over you,” you admitted. you’d contemplated lying, but she would definitely be able to see through any act you put on at the moment.

“by who?” she asked.

“the company. i’m a spy, too. i was assigned to keep an eye on you. of course, when i accepted, i didn’t expect you to be this gorgeous,” you flirted, sending a wink her way causing her to scoff and roll her eyes playfully, a smile gracing her face.

“so, they sent someone to babysit me?” she joked.

“or maybe,” you began, “they just wanted to make sure their best spy stayed alive and well.”

“uh huh, so babysitting,” she laughed, looking over at you with a wide smile.

you stepped outside of the building, the sun now covered by dark clouds. you walked jane to her car, your fingers grazing every so often. you both stopped when you got a couple feet from her car, or, what used to be her car. the sleek, clean vehicle was now up in flames.

“that son of a bitch!” jane yelled.

“i can give you a ride home,” you offered.

“it’s alright, i’ll just take a taxi,” she said, huffing in annoyance.

“jane, we’re neighbours,” you laughed.

“fine,” she agreed.

“come on,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of your motorcycle.

when you got to it, jane looked at you in confusion.

“you ride a motorcycle?” she asked.

“yeah, you didn’t know?” you asked.

“no. i’ve only seen your station wagon,” she answered.

“oh, that thing. i never use it, it’s just for appearances, y’know?” you said, to which she hummed in agreement.

“my motorcycle, however,” you began, running your fingers over the shiny metal, “is meant to impress pretty girls like yourself.”

she smiled at you, a small laugh leaving her lips.

“well, it’s definitely working,” she said, nodding slowly as her smile grew. you thought she was joking, playing along with the flirtation you guys had, but sometimes jane felt her stomach flutter around you.

“hop on,” you said, getting on the front.

she got on behind you and her arms wrapped around your waist, causing your stomach to flip.

as you rode off onto the streets of new york, the clouds got darker, and soon enough it began to pour.

“isn’t this a little dangerous?” jane yelled from behind you, her grip growing tighter.

“scared of a little rain, ms. super spy assassin?” you teased.

“no,” she muttered against your skin, her head now lowered so it was laying on your shoulder. you could feel her smile grow against your neck, causing you to smile yourself.

you rode in silence the rest of the way, the loud rumbling of the cars around you making it impossible for conversation. the rain continued to pour, soaking both of you. as much heat as the two of you were sharing, you were still cold from the wind. you felt relieved when you pulled up to the front of her house, both of you getting off the bike.

“thanks for the ride,” jane smiled.

“any time,” you answered.

just as jane turned to walk into her house, you called her name.

“jane, wait. if you’re not too busy, would you maybe like to get a coffee to warm up after you shower? it’s totally okay if you don’t or anything, but um-” you stuttered nervously, only cut off by jane smashing her lips onto yours.

rain continued to pour above your heads, the rain dripping down your faces and mixing into your kiss. she smiled into it before pulling away, the smile still standing.

“can i take that as a yes?” you joked causing her to swat at your arm playfully.

“be ready at 3, we’ll take your car,” she said before running off into her house.

you stood there for a moment, a goofy grin plastered to your face before you shook it off, walking into your own house. your thoughts all featured jane and you couldn’t wait till 3 o’clock rolled around.

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I Hear a Symphony

Request: If you are taking suggestions maybe royalty AU 👀 With prince tommy and Ranboo who was hired to assasinate him

Pairing: Assassin!Ranboo x Prince!Tommy

Warnings: NSFW (mild), mentions of death, talks of murder

Word count: 1997

A/N: The requester came up with a prompt for this! Just was too long to include LOL

“Your job is to assassinate the prince of the Antarctic Empire, place the blame on another country, to incite a war.”

Ranboo didn’t question it at all, when he was first given the job, it was just a job. His job. Even when he went to go and prepare his departure to the Antarctic Empire, even when he got closer to the castle, he didn’t second guess himself. He didn’t question what he was set out to do; at all.

He made sure to time it perfectly, doing it in the dead of night, when the majority of the empire was resting.

The stained glass art on a particular side of the castle was bathed in moonlight, revealing its full splendor. It was truly a sight to behold, Ranboo had to admit. He shifted his gaze back as he crept over to the opposite side of the castle, cautiously mounting the brick and stone wall of the structure.

He came to a halt in front of his target's window, rummaging around and raising it. He crept his way in successfully, as always, but he didn't expect the prince to be sitting in his bed staring at him in bewilderment.

The sight of the blonde, the Antarctic Empire's beloved prince, Theseus, caused his breath hitch in his throat.

There seemed to be no one else in the world, but him and the prince; his heart exploded into fireworks, and he couldn't take his gaze away from him, he started to feel all warm.

He snapped out of his trance as the prince scrambled out of bed and backed away from him, grabbing anything nearby he could use as a weapon, pointing it at Ranboo as a warning. “Who are you? Are you going to kill me?”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Ranboo mocked, furrowing his brows, hoping he didn't sound too soft.

The prince was taken aback before rushing up to the assassin angrily, “I’m not a child! I can do whatever I want, even at times like this!” He hissed, “And besides, you didn’t answer me! Who are you?”

Ranboo went silent for a second, thinking over his choice of answers, before swinging another leg inside, “I’m Romeo, coming here to save you, Juliet~”

“Quit fucking with me, asshole!” Theseus shoved him, not with the intention of forcing him out the window, nor because he was angry, but it was a playful shove. The prince calmed down a little, once Ranboo reacted with a gentle laugh.

“Theseus? Are you up again?I heard another voice, who’s in there with you?”

Ranboo had already gone back out the window and was halfway down the side of the castle, before Theseus could react. The prince dashed over to the window, but there was no one there. The castle garden's grass and flowers are all that's left.

He turned back around to see Wilbur, standing in the doorway with a perplexed expression, “Go back to sleep, you need to train with Techno, in the morning…”

As the door to his room was closed, Theseus let out a grumble and walked back over to his bed. He slid in between the sheets, pulling the blankets back, blowing out his candle. He wasn’t just hallucinating that interaction, right?

Maybe Ranboo didn’t kill the prince that night, but he’ll definitely do it the next night and he refuses to let anything else distract him, from taking the prince down.

He's back at the window, and the prince is awake in his bed, once more.

Once the prince notices the same guy, from yesterday is back, he brightens up just a bit as he gets out of bed, “You’re back!” He yelled in a hushed whisper.

The assassin's heart began to race, once more at the sight of the blonde prince. He remembers saying he wouldn't let anything else distract him again, but his hand doesn't move to his side to unsheath his dagger like he always does. Instead, he nodded to the prince.

“I’m back.”

Theseus looks back behind himself, before looking back at the person in his window, “You just left me hanging last night! Come on, tell me your name!”

His heart took over and his head was knocked out of the way. "I’m Ranboo, it’s nice to meet you, my Prince.” It spilled out before his brain had a chance to halt his heart, and now he's disclosed himself to the blonde prince, who had his heart trapped at first sight.

The prince's face relaxes a bit, “Ranboob? That’s a dumb name.”

“What— It’s not Ranboob-“

“Yeah, Ranboob, got it!” Before moving out of the way to let him enter, Theseus gives him a cheeky smirk. As he peered at the prince before him, Ranboo simply ignored the new 'nickname' and hopped in, the dagger by his side seeming extremely light and long forgotten.

“You know what, this is so exciting! I don’t have a lot of friends, since I’m always too busy taking care of ‘princely duties’.” He sat back in his bed, anticipating Ranboo to come join him by his side. The assassin walks over, keeping his steps soft and keeping an ear out, for any footfall outside.

“You’re like a secret friend! Well, if you don’t mind?” Theseus bashfully rubbed the back of his neck.

Ranboo shook his head, “No, I don’t mind. I’ll be your secret friend.”

“Good, because you didn’t have a choice.”

The prince was endearing, to say the least.

After those two encounters, Ranboo has made it a habit to return every night with the purpose of "actually killing him tonight" and finishing the job. However, no matter how many times he returned to the prince, the knife by his side vanished from his mind, instead his mind was filled with images of the adorable prince.

He has no idea what or why it happened one night, but things between them just sort of… Progressed. He came back to Theseus crying in bed, and was immediately filled with worry over the blonde and he dashed over to him, placing his hands on the prince's shoulders.

“Theseus? What’s wrong?”

The prince immediately pulled Ranboo in bed, sniffling in his arms, “My father pushed my only friend out of my life, he says that he’s just a ‘distraction’! I got angry and broke a vase, now I’m grounded…”

Ranboo patted his head, bringing the prince closer to his body, “Your family is cruel, I’m sure you would’ve gone fine even with a group of friends by your side… Hey, who said he was your only friend?” He lifted the prince’s head up to meet his eyes, “You have me.”

The prince sniffled once more, “Well… I don’t really see you as a friend,” And before Ranboo’s heart could shatter, the prince continued, “I see you as way more than that...” The prince looked heavenly, with the moonlight shining on his tear-streaked face. As Theseus' cheeks turned scarlet, he was quick to pick up on his own confession.

Rather than saying anything in response to the confession, Ranboo leaned in and pulled his face mask down. He smashed his lips against Theseus's, despite the fact that both of their lips were equally rough. Theseus grabbed the assassin's face and angled his head, deepening the kiss and savoring the flavor of his lips, eyes closing slowly.

Ranboo's hand dropped down the prince's torso, his fingers ghosting over his crotch in the heat of the moment. The prince’s hips bucked into his hand, in which the assassin immediately pulled away, “Sorry, sorry I didn’t—“

“No, no it’s okay, please keep going." Theseus exhaled deeply, looking for the same friction. Ranboo nodded and started palming his crotch. His touch was heated on his skin, and it felt both wrong and right.

He drew his hand away and slid between the prince's legs, pressing their bulges together as he rubbed against him. Even while he wished he could feel the prince from the inside, he believed they weren't quite ready. Plus, he doubts they'd be able to, given how close they've been to being caught, merely conversing a few times.

"God, Theseus." Ranboo grunted, his hips rubbing against the other's. Theseus bit his lower lip as he attempted to follow along from beneath, wanting for more friction.

“Please— Ranboo, I need you…” Theseus whimpered softly, as he drew Ranboo down to hold him tightly. This didn't slow down their desperately needed grinding; in fact, the assassin moved his hands down to seize the prince's ass and lift him up into his hips.

The room was filled with heavy panting at the lowest volume possible, as they fought the impulse to moan out each other's names in ecstasy.

"I've got you…" Ranboo mumbled as he planted kisses on the blonde's cheek, neck, and face.

“I love you—“ Theseus put a hand over his mouth as he came, his pants becoming drenched as he spilled in his boxers.

"I love you too, Sunshine." the assassin laughed, before being cut off as he swayed his hips once more before coming too, pausing to regain his breath. They lay in each other's arms for a good moment before Ranboo had to regrettably go.

When Ranboo returned the next day after that fateful night, he seemed more off, which alarmed Theseus.

"Ranboo?" He asked, as he got out of bed and approached the assassin. "What’s up?" He let out a little yelp as he was dragged into a tight hug, which he slowly returned.

“Ranboo?”

“Theseus, I need to come clean about something.”

A new feeling mixed in with that worry, anxiousness. Theseus rubbed Ranboo’s back. He preferred to remain silent, sinking in the silence and the tight grip between them.

“That night we met, I was actually an assassin, sent to kill you... An assassin whose job it was to kill, the beloved prince of the Antarctic Empire, Theseus Minecraft.”

After that, the quiet grew even louder, and the prince remained motionless in his arms, hesitating in his ministrations. He then tried to pull himself from the assassin's embrace, but the assassin merely tightened his grip on the prince.

“It’s been days, weeks past that and now I don’t want to, I’ve fallen helplessly in love with you,” His voice cracked as he tried to hold back tears, while he buried his face in Theseus’s neck, “Another assassin is out to kill you.”

"Let's run away…" The prince whispered, as he stopped resisting and fisted his hands into the back of Ranboo's clothes.

“What?”

The assassin loosened his grip, as the prince drew back and peered into Ranboo's eyes. “Let’s run away, flee the country where we can be alone. Change our names and have new identities, so they can’t find us.”

Ranboo’s eyes glossed as he stared back at Theseus, it only took a heartbeat before he pulled him into a kiss, “Pack your stuff, I know a couple people who can help us sneak out of the country.”

Theseus nodded and slipped away from the assassin, dragging a solitary suitcase from his wardrobe. He rummaged through his drawers, for any plain clothing he had. He wanted to be a new person with Ranboo, to leave the life of a royal behind him.

He gripped his luggage while he waited, for the assassin to say something, anything, after he finished packing.

“Let’s fake your death, it’ll make it easier to flee.”

And just like Ranboo had with Theseus’s plan, Theseus didn’t hesitate to agree.

Ranboo didn’t question it at all, when he was first given the job, it was just his job; but now he did question it, he despised the mere thought of the job. Even when he helped the prince out of the castle, even when he sneaked his lover out of the empire he didn’t second guess himself. He didn’t look back, instead he held Theseus closer to himself, looking forward to the future as they sat in the wagon.

#poppytwt #tomboo #tommy x ranboo #mild smut

[fleursdemeduse]

Remembrance AU: Little Brother Knows Everything

I lied. Here's a bonus chapter.

Warnings: Mention of Death ; Unrequited[?] Love ; Mention of bombs ; Jealousy

Words: 3.1k

Tommy may have been an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid. He noticed the little things more often than he didn’t. But there were four things he knew about you better than anyone else.

Tommy knew that you liked tea.

Siblings, and people in general, seem to have this habitual kind of indicator of their mood. Some people bounced their leg when they were nervous, others liked to twiddle their thumbs or pop joints; It’s different for everyone.

But he could always tell how [y/n] felt by the tea they were drinking.

When they were nervous, they made tea brewed from lavender buds collected from a flower field they often visited with Technoblade or Phil. They brought Tommy once. He had run around the whole area with infinite energy before the blond climbed the tree. He had climbed higher and higher until he could feel the warmth of the setting sun shine on his face. The branch broke, but when he plummeted, he wasn’t scared. They were at the bottom, waiting to catch him. They were always waiting to inevitably catch him no matter if it was from his own stupid decisions or from someone else’s. They got nervous a lot, but when he was by their side, he could never be.

When [y/n] was stressed, they made tea out of the peppermint leaves in their garden. The scent filled their house while it brewed and the act of harvesting the herb was “soothing”. Tommy wasn’t sure how weeding was supposed to be relaxing, but he happily did it when their newest sibling figure asked him to. He remembered pulling out a whole mint plant the first time he had worked beside them, unknowing that that was the plant he was supposed to be protecting. They had laughed, gently scolding him, before setting it aside. Even if they were stressed out, they never took it out on him.

When he was sad or upset, they made chamomile tea with honey. Chamomile is a calming flower, he remembered them saying once. And the honey helped you remember that golden days were ahead. They made it for him every morning after he would wake up in the bed he seemed to sleep in more than his own. Sometimes the honey came from Technoblade, sometimes they had retrieved it themselves from wild hives, but they always seemed to get the best stuff. Even when he cried or started to -what was the word they had used? Disassociate? That sounded correct-, he could expect the mug to be pushed into his hands, a sugary but not cloying aroma wafting off it. He always felt much better when he left. He could never remember seeing them drink the tea, despite having such an abundance of it. Did they even get sad? He had never witnessed it.

When they were happy, they made black tea of various kinds and drank sweet iced tea that reminded him of what diabetes would taste like if it were liquid. They drank this with him almost daily. It was always a new blend they wanted to try and perfect or one they wanted him to taste. He loved smelling this tea the most. When its fragrance filled the air, somehow, everything felt right in the world. He couldn’t recall a single time when he didn’t see them on the porch, drinking the amber liquid out of a glass when they knew he’d be coming over for dinner.

It was the days when you didn’t drink tea at all, he was afraid.

Tommy knew that no matter what someone did to them, [y/n] wasn’t afraid to make enemies or insert themselves between their friends and any sort of danger to protect them.

Dream was surprised to see [y/n] at the meeting between the Greater Dream SMP and L’Manburg. It was only supposed to be him and George convening with Tubbo and Tommy. They held no real power in the country. They didn’t belong in this meeting, just like they didn’t belong in this timeline.

He watched the way they, during George and Tubbo’s discussion, rested a hand on Tommy’s arm when his hands clenched hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He saw how they would murmur quietly to him and the child would relax ever so slightly. He noticed the nods they gave the blond when he looked to the adult for confirmation after he made a questionable statement. He observed your true role here.

“Nice to see you replace Wilbur so quickly, Tommy. That’s good. He was a horrible role model for you.” His lips curled behind his mask at the shocked expression on everyone else’s face aside from the vice president before him. His eyes were sharp, angry. “Maybe without his influence, you’ll actually be a competent leader for something.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Considering L’Manburg was supposed to be totally destroyed and returned back to the Greater Dream SMP, I’m glad you found someone a bit less self-destructive to help keep you under control. We all know Wilbur did a horrible job at it.” Watching the child soldier stand quickly gave him a certain satisfaction.

“Fuck you, bitch! I don’t need to be told what to do.” Dream watched [y/n] give Tommy a warning look and the way he ignored it.

“And yet you followed someone who lost his own presidential race and blew up his own country before seeking out validation from someone else.”

“I don’t-”

“Tommy.” He watched the blond flinch at the edge to your voice and look down at you.

“He’s saying I-”

“I’m aware. He’s just trying to rile you up. It’s what he does. Ignore him.” The glare they sent him made a sharp jolt go down his spine, but he couldn’t help the chuckle that spilled from his covered mouth.

“Listen to your sibling, Tomathy. At least this one is sane. And if they kill themself, they’ll come back.” Tommy opened his mouth once more to say something before it snapped closed and he released a breath through his nose.

“I don’t need this.” The slam of the door echoed through the now quiet room.

Dream’s attention was immediately back on [y/n]. He watched them square their shoulders and lower their head to look him dead-on. Their glare met him with a hidden fury threatening to break forth and raise the hell that seemed to be just as deeply rooted in them as it was the company they kept. Their lips were pursed in a way that made his own grin grow larger. "Wilbur may not have been the best man. He may have hurt me and put the rest of L’Manburg in this situation. But that is our business alone, and you have no right to say anything bad about him or about Tommy, for that matter."

There was a pregnant pause and he heard George start laughing awkwardly to dispel the tension before being hushed hurriedly by Tubbo.

“And what is it you’ll do to me if I do?” Dream kept his voice level.

“You know why I’m here and who’s behind me. You can use your imagination..” They stood, chair scraping against the floor loudly. “I’m going to check on Tommy.” “But we’re not done!” They stopped at the door, hand resting on the handle.

“I’m sure you can handle the rest by yourself, Tubbo. You know what to do.” They looked at him over their shoulder, before glancing over George and then settling on the man in green. “Don’t you ever speak his name ever again. Or we just might have to build that prison you mentioned. Am I understood?” Sullen nods came from the monarch and the president as they stormed out.

“Well, that was something.”

Tommy had been sitting in the hallway, curled in on himself the same way he had been after the Pit incident.

“Toms?”

“Why is he even here?”

You sat next to him, back resting against the wall.

“Because he cares about George. Kinda like why I was in there for you.” You felt the taller lean against you and relax when you wrapped your arm around him. “I’ll always be here for you, Kiddo.”

You felt him nod and you pressed a kiss to his hair.

“You know I’m not trying to replace Wilbur, right?”

“Of course not. We were like brothers.” His lips quirked a little when he heard your laugh.

“If he were here, I’m sure he’d tell you not to say that or he’d cry.”

“Good. Fucking bitch.”

He didn’t know what he’d do if you never came back.

Tommy knew that the only other person who loved you as much as he did was Technoblade.

Techno had never felt jealous of Tommy before. Or really anyone. He was pretty secure in his position as your best friend, and the vast amounts of platonic affection you showered him with kept him content. Even during the Pogtopia rebellion, watching the looks and touches Wilbur gave you or seeing the child sneak into your bed for another night in a row didn’t make him jealous. So why did he suddenly have the very real impulse to shove the blond off the side off a cliff just to retake some of your attention?

The hybrid watched you talk with your hands as you recounted the night before and your surprise at finding Tommy already there when you came home from Phil’s. He was happy he had been right. You and Philza were similar in many ways and got along well. You would constantly joke with Techno that you were trying to get yourself adopted by the older blond and he would just respond with an amused “don’t tempt him, he might.”. You would always laugh in response.

That was always the best sound.

He listened to your words as he topped off the teacup in front of you with more of the red-tinted liquid. The warm scent of earl grey and roses wafted off of the cup tinged with the subtle tang of the orange peel he had added on a whim. You were right in your suggestion. Citrus always makes deeper teas better.

“If it’s really that bad, the offer to move in still stands. I have more than enough room and you can escape that raccoon.” He snickered at the pout that rested on your lips.

“I never said that I didn’t like it! And don’t call Tommy a raccoon.” He sipped his own tea.

“It’s true. Gets into trash, beady little eyes, a nuisance. He even breaks into your house.”

“He has a key, Tech. It’s different.” You had rolled your eyes at him, but the smile on your face spoke of your fondness for them both. He felt the small well of jealousy in his chest flare. Did Tommy know how privileged he was? He hoped the child knew.

“I’m just sayin’. Whenever you want to leave that place, my door will always be open for you.” He watched your smile soften and the firm squeeze when you reached across the table for his forearm.

“I appreciate it, but Tommy needs me still. Maybe one day, okay?” He grunted at you and you giggled. “Who knows, maybe Phil will come with! He could build his own little cabin and everything.”

“I’ve already extended the offer to him as well. He said he’ll think about it.” You shook your head.

“He’s probably trying to figure out how close to the meadow he’d be in comparison.”

“Man loves the flowers, what can he say?”

“Sure, it’s definitely the flowers.” You sipped your tea with a knowing grin.

“What else would it be?” He watched the glint in your eyes, seeing exactly what Tommy had always said about you. They had seemed a lot deeper lately, more knowledgeable. The child had always claimed that you spoke like you knew more than you let on and he saw it in your smile sometimes, but the look you were giving him right at that moment confirmed it.

“Maybe it’s all the memories.”

He couldn't imagine you not returning the feelings they both held for you, despite the vast difference.

Tommy knew that you wouldn’t hide anything from him unless it was absolutely imperative.

He found you sitting in the living room, curled into an old recliner that you would never tell him where it came from. You felt Tommy haphazardly throw his arms around your shoulders from behind, releasing a small sigh of contentment as he pressed his face further into your neck.

"Hey, Kiddo, what’re you up to?" His grip on you slackened, and you could almost feel his face draw up to a small pout. He absolutely hated that nickname but couldn’t deny the small warmth that flared in his stomach whenever you called him it.

"[Y/n], how many times have I asked you to stop calling me that?" He removed himself from you when you shrugged your shoulders.

"Sorry, Toms, the nickname stays. You're too much of a brat for it to leave." He groaned, eyebrows drawing together. You knew he wasn’t entirely mad at the name. He wouldn’t have whined the way he did if he truly wanted you to stop. You and Tommy seemed to share a wavelength. It wasn’t the same one you shared with Techno, but it was just as perfect. You wished you could tell him why it was.

The realization set a rock that started in your throat and slowly started to sink to your stomach. It spread through you, causing a wet hot sensation to form behind your eyes. You’d never be able to tell your little brother your deepest secret. What if he hated you? What if he told everyone else and they cast you out? What if he felt he couldn’t trust you anymore?

Carefully pulling yourself out of your own thoughts, you looked up at the child. “I’m sorry, what was it you wanted?”

"Can I talk to you?" Your eyes flicked to the book you were reading before back to him. You knew what he wanted. A bookmark was wedged between pages and the room was silent before you stood. "Sure, kiddo. Is it going to be a long chat?" You set off to the kitchen, soon pouring some water into an old kettle that Phil had given you the day that you had awoken. You had been “gone” for over a full day. Aside from Phil, no one else knew what had happened and where you went.

An opaque jar was pulled from the cupboard, carefully opened, and he watched as purple buds, green leaves, and yellow-white flowers were deposited gently onto the mesh cloth that you would tie into a sachet. He had never seen them combine those teas. He didn’t even realize you had such a large jar of it stored.

“What happened at Phil’s?” You hesitated before steadying your hand and pouring the steaming water into a teapot before setting the sachet in. It floated for a moment before you used the string to dunk the bag a few times to soak it before it sank midway.

You only pulled one mug down.

You gestured for him to sit at the table and he took it. You could see the way his anxiety rose even higher when you didn’t sit across from him.

“What day? I’ve been at Phil’s a lot lately.”

“Oh fuck off. You know what day I’m talking about.” You shrugged, trying to keep your expression even.

“I really don’t, Tommy. You’re going to have to narrow it down for me.” Your fight or flight instincts were dialed to high when he gave you a knowing look.

“You don’t have to lie to me, [y/n]. I’m not a child.”

“Yes, you are, and I’m not lying.” You flinched when he slammed his hands on the table, chair screeching as it was slid back with too much force before it fell backwards.

“Then why have you changed?” You froze. “You used to love spending time with me before-”

You wanted to reach out, to comfort him, when you saw his lips quiver, but he turned his head away from you. He couldn’t look you in the eye.

“Before you were gone for almost two days and came back wrong. You don’t talk like how you used to either. It’s like you know things, but like, more than you used to. And come to find out from Ranboob, you had gone to Philza’s house. What did he tell you?”

You just shook your head, wanting to tell him you remembered him. You remembered every timeline he was in. Every moment he had fought for what he believed in and won. Every time he had died. Every timeline he could have died.

“Did I do something? Is it because of Ghostbur? Do you-” He looked back up at you, looking exactly like the sixteen year old he was supposed to be. “Do you hate me?”

“Of course not, Tommy. Why in the world would you ever think that?”

“Then why won’t you tell me what’s going on? Siblings don’t keep secrets.”

“They do when they’re trying to protect the ones they love, Tommy.” You watched his face grow red in frustration.

“You’re not always gonna be there for me, [y/n]!”

“You don’t know that.”

“Why won’t you just tell me?” His voice broke, and so did your heart.

“Because you’re still just a kid, Tommy. And I think sometimes you forget that. And everyone else too. And I can’t tell anyone what happened.”

“But why? I stopped being a child when we won our first war. I should be able to hear about this!”

“Because the things I saw, the things I heard, no one else should have to bear this weight.” You swallowed back your tears. This was no time to cry. “You can be mad at me all you want, Tommy. But I’m still the same [y/n] who tucks you into bed and links pinkies with you on the Prime Path and who will always be there for you.”

The hurt look he gave you would haunt you for the rest of your lifetimes.

“Then why won’t you let me be there for you?” You could only shake your head.

“Because that’s not how it works, Kiddo.” Tommy’s eyes hardened and he sucked in a quivering breath.

“Fine.” He started walking back towards the door.

“Toms, where are you going?” He didn’t answer you.

His tea was bitter and cold by now, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but feel the same.

Tommy knew all those things about you. So why did it feel like maybe he didn’t know you at all?

#RemembranceAU #dsmp au #dream smp au #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonic!tommyinnit x reader #philza x mumza #mcyt x reader #unrequited feelings #tw: death #tw: bombs #tw: arguing #tw: jealousy #angst

[dreamescapeswriting]

On The Run ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

PAIRING: Bodyguard!Yoongi x Reader

GENRE: Bodyguard!Au, fluffy, enemies to lovers, Yoongi has a soft spot for reader, Reader has a soft spot for Yoongi, 

WARNINGS: Mentions of dead bodies, blood, mafia, underworld dealings,

A/N: Yes I am simping over Tatsu from the anime “The way of The house husband” so I used his name 😭😭 I feel like this is a little fast-paced so I’m sorry x I hope you like it though my love

Running away. That was your life now. There was no staying in one place, no settling down in some small village. Just running. Don't let people know who you are and never let anyone know your name. All of the joys of being on the run. But this was better than the life you had. At least this was a life. This was better than the way you were living before and you were never going to look back on it. 

"Hey! Come back here!" A voice shrieked as you sprinted in the direction of the motel you were staying in. Panicked that they were going to catch up to you as you carried the backpack full of food with you. Run. Don't look back. Don't speak. Don't stop. Don't ever second guess a thing. Only move at night. Don't go out in the day. Just Run.

Tatsu Susaki one of the most feared men in the whole of South Korea. Everyone knew his name and face, even if they barely turned on the news or read a newspaper they knew him. Tatsu had moved from Japan to take over the South Korean underground, bored of whatever life he had back in Japan. 

The man everyone called the immortal dragon, everyone feared him even if he was just walking down the street. People would stop what they were doing to pay their respects to him with money or gifts. The scariest man in the country and the one you were in a relationship with. Though it didn't feel like a relationship to you. 

To you, it felt as though you were trapped with him rather than his girlfriend. Held hostage in his huge mansion of a home because you had fallen for a stupid pickup line not too long ago. If you had known it would have lead to this kind of life you never would have taken him up on his offer of a date.

"Where are you going?" A voice called out as you attempted to walk out of the back door. Sighing to yourself you had almost forgotten that Yoongi was in the house. Yoongi was your personal torture device. 

In other words, he was your bodyguard. 

The one you were adamant that you didn't need but Tatsu insisted upon giving to you. On the rare occasion that you were allowed out of the house, Yoongi would go with you. Everywhere. Shopping with friends, Yoongi would be there. Going to dinner with family, Yoongi would be there. Not that you were ever out with friends and family anymore.

It was as though Yoonig was attached to you at the hip. 

"To the back garden, are we going to have a problem with that?" You asked snarkily as you turned to look at him. Neither of you got along with one another. Yoongi didn't want to be there any more than you did.

He'd joined Tatsu's family with the intention of getting into the business. Not being someone's personal babysitter.

It was a Sunday which meant Tatsu was out of the house doing lord knows what and you could do whatever you wanted...Within reason. 

The man ordered you around like you were his daughter rather than his girlfriend. You didn't have a life outside of Tatsu's world anymore. He'd cut you off from everyone you had loved.

Friends no longer wanted to be around someone who would associate themselves with someone from the underworld. Your family were cut off from you because they disapproved or disrespected Tatsu in some kind of way. It was cut off or be killed and you made the decision to keep your family alive and well.

"You know you have to tell me everywhere you go," Yoongi told you as he watched you standing by the door. Hand clutching onto the handle as if it was your life support.

"Even when I have to go the bathroom? Or what about when I have to leave the house because my boyfriend is cheating on me?" 

Yoongi looked at you sadly. It was no secret that Tatsu would cheat on you almost all of the time, he could do whatever he wanted meanwhile you were barely allowed to speak to anyone outside of his social circle. If you went out to parties together you were to sit there and look pretty. 

His exact orders. He would give you an expensive dress and accessories before making you sit on a chair all night without speaking to another soul. 

"You have to tell me everything and where you at all times." Yoongi stepped into the kitchen to be near you in case you made a sprint for the exit. Not that there was a way out of the back garden. If you had somehow managed to jump the 10-foot brick wall there were dogs around the property. 

"Oh, so I'm like your little puppy. You get to take me on walks and feed me." You faked a giant smile on your face but Yoongi wasn't impressed.

"Y/n there's no need for this, we've been through this a million times before." It felt like billions to you. All you wanted to do was get out of this relationship but Tatsu had made it clear there was only one way out and that was in a wooden box in the ground. 

"I'll keep going through it until you leave me alone." You grumbled, hand dropping from the handle once you realised he was going to follow you out there. All you wanted to do was go gardening for a little while. 

"I can't. I'm paid to look after you." Rolling your eyes you stared at him,

"I'll pay you more"

"We both know you can't." He counted but you just opened the door not stepping out as you turned to Yoongi.

"I'm going to the garden." You grumbled as you walked out of the back door and down towards the greenhouse. Yoongi's eyes widened once he realised you were going toward the greenhouse. The one place he had been ordered to keep you out of. 

"Y/n! wait! The boss said not-" He couldn't finish his sentence as you pushed the door to the greenhouse open. Letting out a scream of terror as you saw the blood pooling on the ground coming from a body. 

"Is he fucking joking?!" You screamed instantly turning to hide your face in Yoongi's chest as he pulled you out of the greenhouse. His arms wrapping around you as he tried to comfort you, broken sobs leaving your mouth.

Fear crippling as you pictured the dead body lying there on the floor. The greenhouse was your one safe space, the one place you could go without it being ruined by Tatsu's world but that was now gone.  

"I was under strict rules not to let you in there." Images of the body flashed into your head over and over again as you pushed Yoongi away from you

"I want to go out." You snapped, needing to do something to get the image of the swollen body from your mind. There was nothing that would ever make you forget the stench of decay or the colour that splattered the floor. 

"You're not allowed today," Yoongi spoke as he began following you back into the house.

"Why?" It was a dumb question to which you already knew the answer.

"Because-"

"He said so." You mumbled in unison as you looked to Yoongi a part of you hoped that one-day Yoongi would feel so bad for you he'd let you go.

The only reason you hadn't run away was that Tatsu threatened everyone you loved and told you that he could find you no matter where you were. 

"He has left orders for you though,"

"Of course he has," You uttered as you walked towards the grand staircase in the foyer. 

"He has left a dress in the guest room, someone will be round to do your hair and makeup," Yoongi told you as you continued to walk up the stairs in silence. 

"I'm going to take a bath." You told him as you reached the top of the stairs, turning to face him as he looked up at you. 

"Shall I let you know when the stylists have arrived?" You hummed before walking towards your room. It wasn't as though you shared a bedroom with Tatsu, you were just there to look good for him. The two of you hardly spoke a word to one another since the first date. Unless it was him telling you off or speaking about you right in front of you.

Another night another boring party. Sitting in the booth watching as your "boyfriend" dance with other girls, kissed them and bought them drinks. The way in you had been photographed together, his hand practically cutting off your circulation when you had tried to avoid being seen by the cameras. 

"Y/n," You glanced at Yoongi who sat down in front of you. Raising an eyebrow at him you wondered why he had come over to you.

"We could play a game?"

"A game?" You questioned a little apprehensive that he was suddenly trying to be nice to you right now. 

"Sure, to stop you from being so bored." He seemed to be genuinely trying to make this a better experience for you but it wasn't going to work. 

"What do you propose we do?" You looked at him before looking around the room. It wasn't as if you were allowed to get up and dance. What did he expect you to do? Sit and count how many people your boyfriend made out with. 

"Eyespy."

"Eyespy what am I, 10?" You questioned him.

"Just, come on." You rolled your eyes before looking around you to see what Yoongi was going to pick for his first go.

"Eyespy something beginning with S." Eyes darted around the room until you saw the giant ice sculpture in the centre of the room. 

"Snake." You mumbled as you answered Yoongi, he nodded and waiting for you to go next. Moving to sit beside Yoongi you smiled, nudging into him a little. 

"Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning with C.," You said to him as you looked at Tatsu. 

It continued on until you found yourself actually having fun with Yoongi. Forgetting for a moment that you were being forced to be at the party. 

Giggling a little when you told Yoongi you had found something he was sure you'd never find you looked at him instead of where Tatsu was around the room. 

"What are you doing?" Yoongi stood up straight and stared ahead at the crowd as Tatsu spoke with you. 

"I was just having fun." You whispered as you looked at him. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you saw his eye twitch, something he did when he was mad. 

"You're not here to have fun. You're here to sit there and look good!" He snapped making you flinch as you looked up at him, you never wanted to get on the wrong side of something with Tatsu so you nodded.

"I want you to sit here, alone." He left taking Yoongi with him as he ordered him to stand with the other guards on the other side of the room. 

Hours passed by and Tatsu was still speaking with different girls on the dance floor. Letting their bodies brush against his own while you watched from the distance. 

Yoongi had been moved to the other side of the room to stop you from talking to him. His eyes still trained to you as you watched Tatsu cheat on you for the ninth time that week. It was like he wanted you to watch as he cheated on you. Yet another powerplay of his. 

Was it even a relationship when he was forcing you to be there? You were a captive. 

Tatsu's eyes shut as he began to kiss down the woman's neck. It was your chance to break away without him noticing at first glance. Too busy with another woman's lips on his. You knew the bathroom had a window large enough to crawl through and you had a way out of the parking lot of the hotel you were in. 

Standing up from the booth you began to make your way through the crowd of people. Pushing yourself past people who were grinding against one another drunkenly. Yoongi frowned when the crowds parted and he could no longer see you sitting where he had left you. 

Glancing over your shoulder you made sure Tatsu was still busy before you crashed into the bathroom there was no lock so you had to make quick work of everything. 

Kicking off the heels you were wearing before opening the window, glancing out at it. The bathroom was one floor up from the small alleyway below you. The height wasn't enough to hurt yourself and the window opened just enough for you to get through so you began pushing yourself through the gap. 

Whimpering when you hit the pavement one floor below you. Digging through the front of your dress to grab the keys you had swiped from Yoongi. 

Yoongi panicked as he saw you weren't in the room anymore, his eyes darted towards the exit. There was no way you had gone out of there since there were three guards there the whole time. 

"What's going on?" Someone asked into the speaker in his ear. 

"Yoongi left his post." Another said. 

"Accompanying Y/n to the bathroom." He hissed as he walked towards the bathroom door, knocking on it and waiting for you to shout at him for following you but you didn't. There was no sound from inside of the room. That made him freak even more. Normally you would scream some kind of verbal abuse at him for following you to the bathroom.

"Y/n?" He called out moving into the room only to find your shoes on the ground. Bending down he picked them up and looked at the window.

"Shit." He walked back out calmly making sure no one was watching him as he headed for the exit. You probably went for air. You had to have gone for air. if you were gone he'd bed dead.

Roaring to life the motorbike engine you smiled as you finally saw your way out. Yoongi's motorcycle. You mentally thanked him for playing eye spy with you earlier in the night. It was the only way you could have ever gotten the keys to his bike. 

"Y/n." Your head span to look at Yoongi who was staring at you from the alleyway.  

"Don't," He warned as you put your leg over the seat and began to rev the engine. There was no going back. You were going. No one was going to stop you. 

Taking in a deep breath you began to ride down the road, Yoongi racing after you as he watched you closely, weaving in and out of cars that were in your way. You weren't speeding just going a little over the limit when you saw a car that belonged to one of Tatsu's men coming your way.

"Fuck!" You screamed halting to a stop and racing to get down one of the small alleys without being seen but a man crossed the road making you scream. Your hand pressed frantically on the break causing you and the bike to skid into the alleyway.

Yoongi raced to you, praying that neither the driver nor passenger in Tatsu's car had seen that it was you on the bike. Did he think you weren't going to get seen? You were wearing a designer lace dress wearing one of the most expensive necklaces in the entire world. 

"Y/n." He hissed pulling you to hide in the alley as he looked at you. Your leg had a cut on your calf but it didn't look as though it was going to cause you any kind of distress. 

"Leave me alone." You begged him as you began to cry heavily, the thought of going back to Tatsu killing you inside. There wasn't anything that could make you go back into that building. You were through being the girl who was there to make him look good. 

"Leave me alone, I need to get away." You begged with him to leave you, hitting his chest as he continued holding you tightly in his arms.

"Tell him I escaped. Tell him I died. Let me go." You pleaded with him. Each plea breaking Yoongi more and more as he listened to the desperation in your voice. 

"Y/n I can't." He told you as he rocked you a little in his arms, doing his best to ignore the aching inside of him to take you away from everything. 

"Give me some time to get away." Turning to look up at him he stared at you as he saw the pain in your eyes. That was the sign he needed to get you out of there. 

"Go home. Pack light." He whispered as he stood you up, looking at your leg as he checked it out. Nothing bad that warranted a trip to a doctor. Nothing that can't be fixed by him when he gets you somewhere safe.

"What?" You sniffled as you looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. 

"For once Y/n, please just do as you're told." You nodded at him as he pressed the earpiece on his ear.

"I'm taking Y/n home, she's sick." He spoke out to the other guards, you knew that Tatsu would either stay in the hotel with the girl he was with or find somewhere so you didn't have to worry about that. Yoongi looked at you before walking with you towards his bike. Standing it up once again, giving you a helmet from the seat hatch. 

"Put this on and hold onto my waist." He whispered to you as he sat on the seat.

"Where are we going?" You panicked as you watched Yoongi shoving your clothes into a backpack that you had given to him. He'd changed into black jeans and a hoodie from his room in the house. Throwing some of his own clothes in the bag with yours. 

"Change." He ordered as he looked at you, you were still standing there in the dress. Reaching to you he unclasped the necklace and laid it out onto the dressing table. Maybe if Tatsu saw that you had nothing of his he would let you get off easy. At least that was what Yoongi was hoping would happen. 

"Bring something he wouldn't expect you to wear." He ordered again as you grabbed some ripped blue jeans, a black top with a blue jean jacket. Taking the clothes from your hands he pushed them into the bag.

"Change into something he would expect. Hurry." You could hear the panic in his voice as you rushed to the bathroom changing just as quickly as he had told you to. 

Yoongi had all of the cash he had available to him. Around ₩1250000 he'd saved up and stashed in his room away from Tatsu.

"What are you going to do?" You questioned as he began pulling you down the stairs. This was the most panicked you'd ever seen Yoongi become and you had no question to rationalise what was happening and what he had planned for you both. 

Yoongi said nothing as he began pulling you out of the front door and looking around. Guards were changing at the shifts. It gave you ten minutes to get out without being seen. 

"Get on. Hold on." He ordered as he revved the engine of his bike. You sat behind him, hands clutching around his waist as he began to ride down the road. Helmets masking who you were for a little while but he knew it wasn't going to be enough. Yoongi was already one step ahead of everything that was going in his mind. He had a plan, he had no idea if it was going to work but he was going to try.

Just as you got outside of Seoul he stopped in a random parking bay on an empty road.  

"What are we doing?!" You panicked looking at him as he began handing you clothes. The clothes he'd told you to bring that Tatsu wouldn't expect you to wear.

"Change. It's the middle of the night, no one is going to see." He mumbled as he bent down beside his boke and began to take off the plate. 

"That illegal." You sniffled not realising that you were crying until you let out a small cry. Yoongi stared at you,

"Do you want to get away or not!?" He snapped harshly at you, not wanting to be rude but needing to get on the move as quickly as you both could. You nodded changing as he switched the plates around. 

The two of you needed to get out of Seoul as quickly as humanly possible, it was only going to get you some time to be away from Tatsu. Before he and his men noticed you weren't at home.

"Yoongi?" You whispered as you watched him standing back up, he'd changed into a leather jacket and some jeans. Both of you in new clothes and new plates on the bike and yet he still hadn't told you what the plan was. 

"We're heading back into the town. We need to get seen by cameras, this way it'll look like we went towards Busan on my bike but this is a new bike, new plates. He won't think to check it yet." He explained as he got onto the bike, your arms wrapped around his waist. You were trusting someone you previously hated and gave shit to. 

"Where are we really going?" You asked him before he started the engine. It wasn't as if you could talk while it was running.

"Damyang."

"Whats in Damyang?" You questioned.

"My parents. I can get us more money, I can get supplies and from there we're on the run." Everything felt as though it was moving at 100mph.

"We?" 

"You think he won't kill me for letting you go. Yes, we." He looked at you over his shoulder to see if that was okay and you nodded.

"We." You agreed as he started the engine. Driving out back into town as you kept your head resting on his back. Praying that this was going to work somehow. That Tatsu was going to leave you alone or at least have no idea where you were.

The middle of nowhere was where you had landed together the next day. Broad daylight and Yoongi decided to stop in some dingy motel. 

"We can stay here for now." He explained as he came out of a small office holding a key to a room. 

"Motel room for the night," You laughed as you looked at it. There had to be some kind of trap to this,

"Do you think I'm stupid?! You're going to tell him where to find us." You screamed out in a panic but he yanked you into the room and shook his head. Covering your mouth with his hand so that you didn't draw unwanted attention to one another. Daylight was going to be the worst time for you both. It was easy for you to be spotted, at least if you slept through the days and moved only at night it would be easier.

"No. The bike is hidden. We have to draw the curtains." He mumbled as he began shutting everything up. Blocking the door with one of the chairs that were in the room, adding a table so that you would hear if someone tried the door handle. 

The two of you alone in a room with one bed, it was like something out o a cheesy romance novel.

"How long we will be like this?" You questioned as you sank down onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Forever probably...You know what he's like." He whispered as he sat down on the floor at the end of the bed with you. You looked at him. For the first time since the night before you realised how badly this was all going to affect his life and not just yours anymore.

"I'm sorry. I-I never should have made you do this-"

"Made me? Y/n I did this because I could see how much pain you were in. How badly you needed out of there...It wasn't right for him to do this." You looked at him sitting closer to him as you nodded. Seeing him in a whole new light because he showed you a simple act of kindness. 

"I promise he'll never hurt you or come near you...We can run forever." You smiled weakly before leaning forward and kissing him softly. 

"Thank you." You breathed out, leaning your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes and for the first time in ever sleeping peacefully through the day. 

Yoongi came around with the bike and looked at you as you stood out in the middle of the pathway. Middle of the night and you were just standing there, taking in the air and the scenery around you. 

"What are you doing?" He questioned watching you standing there. Arms spread as you took in deep breaths as if it was the last time you were ever going to do this but it was the opposite reason. It was the first time you were allowed to be out in the open like this. No guards, no rules, no restrictions. 

"We're free...I-I don't have to be ordered around." You whispered as you looked at him, he was smiling the most you'd ever seen him smile ever. It was one of the cutest smiles you'd ever seen, such a cute gummy bear smile. 

"I can be me...I don't have to listen to someone telling me to sit and be quiet." You breathed out tears rushing down your cheeks as you realised just how free you were now. Yoongi wiped your face with his thumb and smiled, kissing your lips softly. You smiled against his lips as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck until he pulled back from you.

"Get on." He whispered as he got onto the bike first and steadied himself.

He drove off. Your arms in the air as you let the wind rush over you both enjoying the newfound freedom that you had. 

"Drive," You laughed to Yoongi as you climbed into the backseat of the truck that Yoongi was waiting inside of. A year on the run and you were still going. Motel rooms in the day, driving in the night. With the two of you awake in the night, it was as though you were the only ones in the world. Just the two of you against the world.

"Did you get seen?" He asked a little panicked when he saw a man rushing after the car. You climbed through to the front seat and shook your head.

"No, he was asking for my number so I bolted," Yoongi smirked as he ran his hand up your thigh giving it a small squeeze.

"That's my girl." He chuckled as he began heading towards the motorway, the next stop on your list was Geoje. You were going to keep driving until you found a motel or until daytime came around. Whichever came by first.

"I told you to pay for the gas and get out," Yoongi laughed as you looked out behind you. The man was waving you back as you shook your head at Yoongi. 

"Not my fault I'm irresistible." You joked as he quickly turned to you, kissing you softly before he looked back at the road. 

"That you are." He breathed out as he continued driving. The bike had been traded for the old beat-up truck Yoongi had gotten from an elderly man in Daegu when you were there. Another way to lose any traces of you if Tatsu had any of them. The truth was neither of you knew if anyone was watching you or following you but it was fun being on the run. Just the two of you in the whole world. Moving at night so it felt like you were alone and had the world to yourselves. Your days in the motel rooms were spent playing board games, card games, watching tv or just spending one on one time with one another. The two of you had developed a growing relationship with one another. There was no one else you wanted other than Yoongi. 

"Hey," You whispered as you pulled up to a red light. He glanced at you and you took his chin into your finger and thumb. Kissing him sweetly before pulling away when the light was green. 

"Drive," You giggled looking out of the window at everything that was passing you. Everything looked so much prettier at night. You didn't know or want to know what life had in store for you, all you cared about was having Yoongi with you throughout it all. The two of you against the world. 

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