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afterartist · 3 years

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Have a headcannon dump of a LU!centaur Au that’s been cycling in my brain for a week, I’m quite possibly going to write a fic/do more art,

You’re free to leave ideas or suggestions for this Au as well

(Wild doodle to go with at the end)

•–•Au Basics:

-this is heavily based off the @linkeduniverse Au by @jojo56830

Basically it’s the same but every character (even side characters but they’re not important) are Centaurian, this is finicky and involves things like Cervitaurs, mermaids and whatnot,

This is hevily based on living conditions and most races are born with natural legs, ie; hylians are born with two hylian legs, and their secondary legs will grow in around the age of four depending on the food and lifestyle they’ve had until then, the secondary traits are usually set in by the age of six where they will no longer have their original legs.

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Now the headcannons (this is just the links cause idk much about the Zelda’s so I have to do more research)

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•–Time•

- The old man is a Stag, no I will not take criticism on this

Time started off his journey a young deer cervitaur, barely grown into his fawn limbs before coming into contact with Fi,

Deer are often seen as prey animals and weak, but we all know Time is seen as the leader for a reason,

My man got mad strong horns and has kicked, impaled and stomped on more Moblins then any sane person should, while deers are often seen as weak you would have to be blind, deaf, three years old and an idiot to think Time any less then the powerful stag that would lay his life down for his family

•–Sky•

-Loftwing… kind of a no brainer for this one

Oh yeah, our sleepy king has butt wings and you can’t stop me,

Sky was literally found in a Loftwing nest and the majority of Skyloft secretly think he’s a Hylian Centaur instead of the other way around,

Learning to fly was the literal worst, his wings took a few more years to fully develop so he got to flying later then most, the fact that his wings sit at an awkward place on the base between his hylian torso and his Skywing back doesn’t help that fact

Yes he’s still perfected the art of flying while asleep, not even other Loftwing hybrids know how he does it

•–Twilight •

-He’s… hes a Wolf… it’s… it’s twilight… literally what else would he be?

He was actually a wolf hybrid before his adventure started and is honestly not sure how it took so long for the chain to even start to theorise his connections with Wolfie,

Wind guessed they were long lost brothers,

Fun fact, Twi is allergic to fur, it took him embracingly long to realise, ‘Oh, I thought the air was just meant to hurt’

Legend likes to call him a husky and watch as Twi goes on a rant about how they are completely different, this went on for months before time brought a stop to it

•-Legend•

-Pegasus… is this because I love the Pegasus boots? You’ll never know

The only reason sky knows how to preen his wings is because legend literally sat on him one day and showed him

In the ‘Not quite horse centaurs’ club with Wild

His tail was unfortunately docked in his third adventure, Wind used his ‘ Customary Pirate Rope tying skills’ to fashion him a fake tail out of foe hair (yes it’s pink) and braided him a new tail,

Legend won’t admit but that was the day he started trusting the rest of the chain

Likes to cuff Wars over the head with his wings, he quickly found out Wars’ wings hurt a lot more to get hit by then his

•–Warriors•

-DragonDragonDRAGONDRA-

His scales are literally brighter then the chains future (admittedly not hard to be)

Learned the hard way that his claws are sharp and for completely non related reasons has a wooden backscratcher he won’t tell anyone about

Runs hotter then the others Links, thus why he always wears his scarf, Legend jokes he’s as cold blooded as his blood,

legend regrets.

Has an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, his time in the army has helped him restrain from stealing freshly polished swords and amour but four swears they had a freshly cleaned dagger right next to them and now it’s gone-

•–Four•

-Minish?? More like biggish (that was bad I’ll see myself out-)

Still Has four legs like a mouse instead of the two that minish usually have, but has the fluffiest tail in existence

Actually wasn’t sure what Minish were before meeting them so was super confused for the first few years after developing

When Wind was confused on how to use their pronouns (they/them) correctly they told him to just picture four mice in a Trenchcoat (it helped Wind a lot)

Paints their claws/nails, each foot is one of the four colours, the blue nails are for some reason always somehow chipped, Warriors ends up lending them some of his nail Polish which is sturdier

•–Hyrule•

-obsessing over the idea that Rules’ Hyrule is basically Australia so Rule is a kangaroo

Kangaroos are evil deer, Rule is the exception

Kangaroos are terrifying and could be hit by a truck and walk it off, lest to say Time had a mini breakdown after watching Hyrule get punched into a tree by a Hinox, stand up, then carry on with his life without so much as a scratch

They still suck at cooking

If you say ‘shrimp on a campfire’ he will ring your throat until you meet Nayru face to face,

‘I may not know how to cook but I know they’re called prawns.’

•–Wind•

-Salt water croc for my salty pirate

Changed from lobster because I personally hate lobsters

Has claws and knows how to use them, preferably on the back of legend’s legs but has learned hooves hurt to take to the face

Has 3rd eyelid to be able to see underwater, so he likes to sleep like that sometimes and creep out whoever is on watch

Wild has attempted to eat him at least twice, both times Twi had to stop the because Wind was also curious

Sky only has two legs? Boo loser, Wind has 4 and a big tail that could snap your spine (it took wind several years to learn how not to trip over and he still can’t walk for long periods of time)

•–Wild-

-Lynel… Time is not surprised

In the ‘Not quite horse centaurs’ club with Legend

Honestly thought he was a horse until Flora mentioned ‘no Link, horse’s don’t grow horns out of their head’

Isn’t sure if he’s a gold Lynel or just blond (they’re just blond)

Also has a hint of orange in his blue eyes, eyes that glow red on bloodmoons

Unlike their hair they actually like to style their tail a lot, went they went to Gerudo town he was taught how to braid and bun it but can’t do it on his own so let’s Wind do it when he’s bored

Has small horns that Time had to teach him how to take care of, cause who knew horns need maintenance

Literally no one knows how his glider is able to hold him up… or how he climbs literally anything with ease even with his equestrian limbs

Was also one of the first to use Four’s pronouns correctly as they themselves use all pronouns (likes he/they the most tho)

—- Quick sketch of Wild cause I love them with all my heart

Anyway, it’s just a poorly thought out Au and I’ll probably work on it more but have this info dump for a second as I try to figure out what I’m doing with my life,

If y’all have any suggestions have at it,

I just hope my ideas aren’t as jumbled as I think they are

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Heyo Author-san!! Congratulations on the milestone OwO)/♡ Then, may I request hcs for when MC, who with the help of some magic, created a hybrid of a flower, a different yet equally as beautiful as a rose for example, and gifts it to the Undateables first. Like, they'll be the ones she give it to as a display of love. The flowers could be colored like their eye colors. What will their reactions be? (Luke can be included but as a platonic one! Contrary to the others). Thanks a bunch! UwU♡♡♡♡♡

The MC Gifts the Undateables with a Pretty (I Hope) Magic Flower

So I read the request and was like… "A magic hybrid flower? What would that even look like…?" Then I realized that no one else would give me that answer, so I may as well make it myself. 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️ I always got to make things harder than they have to be… In the interest of not doing this for eternity, though, I've made it one flower to be given to them all.

I hope you don't mind that I disregarded the eye-color thing (partially because Diavolo and Simeon's eyes are really the only colorful ones). I thought that giving a visual might at least make up for it… 😥 I've always been a fan of flower meanings, so I incorporated that as well. Luke isn't included in this because this is a very "romantic" made-up flower, and I didn't really have time to draw a platonic one… 😅

Flower: Gardenia (Secret Love)/Red Chrysanthemum (I Love You)

Diavolo

It's pretty bold of the MC to make such a grand-ish gesture to the Lord of Hell but, what else do you give the man who owns a palace? At least they could say he's probably never seen one of these before. 🤷‍♀️

It takes a while to corner the man alone, what with either Lucifer or Barbatos with him all the time, but they catch him exiting his office at RAD.

Their nervous energy could power a city… But the way Diavolo's eyes light up when they present the flower to him sets them right at ease.

"MC? Is that flower for me?? Why I've never seen anything like it! Where did you find it?" Success. 😏

After they explain how they made it… and what the flowers mean… the atmosphere between the two changes quite drastically...

"Ah… So that's how you feel, is it?" He has a look of very evident joy, and maybe a touch of pride. Why shouldn't he feel good about stealing the heart of the most wanted human in the Devildom, after all?

"I think we should take this somewhere else... Don't you?"

He doesn't even try to contain his grin as he tilts their head up and catches their lips with his. His kiss is like a soaring fanfare, impassioned and uplifting in all the best ways, but he won't let them go until they're well out of breath...

Barbatos

Nothing feels more nerve-racking than giving Barbatos the Unreadable a gift, especially one they had worked so hard on... Would he like it? Would they even be able to tell??

They catch the man going between rooms in the Castle, cleaning as any good butler does. He greets them with the same enigmatic smile as always.

"Good afternoon, MC. I hope you've been well. I don't suppose you have something for me?"

Of course, he'd already know… They should have figured. No one gets anything past Barbatos…

He takes the flower from them gently and inspects it like he's appraising a precious gem.

"If I recall correctly… certain flowers have special meanings in the human world, don't they?"

Woah, woah, woah! Did he already know that too?! This is cheating!! 😣

They don't really get a chance to protest or explain anything themselves before Barbatos takes their chin between his gloved fingers.

For once, they can actually read a little more than just genteel refinement in his smile. There's a sincere warmth to it, still reserved obviously, but the way that his eyes glimmer when they meet his gaze says everything…

His kiss is admittedly short, but brimming with barely restrained passion. They can practically feel him fighting back the urge to make it deeper or keep them there longer. Unfortunately, they're both painfully aware he can't be away from his work for very long… He pulls away all too soon but holds onto them for a few moments more.

"I believe I've read your message loud and clear..."

Simeon

How do you wow a man who literally lives in Paradise…? What sort of sorcery do you have to pull to leave an angel awe-struck?... Magic botany? Worth a shot. 🤷‍♀️

It takes a few tries, but they work up the courage to give it to the older angel after they finally get the right combination. Thankfully, they find him alone in the hallways of RAD.

Simeon, of course, accepts their gift graciously. He's not one to be rude, you know?

"Well, isn't this is beautiful! Did you really make this for me?"

It's clear that he's touched that they went to such trouble, buuuut he's not really getting the added meaning…

They have the man utterly floored when they explain. How much time, energy, and love went into making such a romantic gesture? And all for him?? Surely he's supposed to be the angel here, right…? 😅

The MC actually gets a little worried because Simeon takes a to hot second to process… But when it finally sinks in, the light in his smile could rival every star in the sky.

"Well… Then I suppose I have something to tell you, too."

He gently takes them by the waist to pull them closer before he lets his lips find theirs. His kiss is as light and airy as Heaven itself, only grounded by the occasional pause because he just can't stop grinning.

"Did you catch what I meant or… should I repeat it?" 🤭

Solomon

A magical gift for the Magic Man? Only seems appropriate.

Truthfully, it's kind of terrifying to give the world's best sorcerer a magic gift, especially one that's "handcrafted." It'd be sort of like giving da Vinci one of their own paintings. If they've done something wrong, he's probably going to notice… 😓

They try not to let it get to them when they finally track down the elusive sorcerer in the RAD library. He's attempting to talk his way into another pact, like usual...

"Huh…? Oh. Not bad... Did you make that for class?"

Though it's a relief to hear that the experiment wasn't terrible, it seemed the meaning went right over his head… including that it was even a gift…

After they take the time to explain everything, his expression goes from confusion to the sliest grin imaginable.

"Oh, really~…?"

He runs a hand over their cheek and lets it linger for just a moment before taking their lips fully. His kiss is eager but still playful, shifting from tender touches to almost feverish intensity seemingly at a passing whim. He doesn't pull away until they absolutely have to… but he still has something to say.

"You know… I'm more of a fan of these, actually."

With a flick of the wrist, he reaches into his uniform jacket and pulls out a hybrid lily and red rose (which sounds so hard, so I'm not drawing it). Cute parlor trick or actual magic? Who knows.

Cue the next several months with these dorks making then gifting each other increasingly absurd bouquets until Lucifer finally steps in to keep the House from drowning in their weird-ass flowers.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me undateables #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me scenarios

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maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 16

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It was 2006, one of the last seasons for Beacon Hills Girls lacrosse. The other girls on the team and I fought hard but it would be over by the time my senior year rolled around. We thought if we had made it to the state championships, we would save it. Here’s to hoping. As team captain, all eyes were on me to make the season great. We were lined up on the field, ready for the toss up. I stared into the eyes of the opposing player, the girl’s eyes were determined. But so were mine, I glanced to the side at the bleachers. There was Uncle Noah, Stiles, and Scott, cheering me on. I was just happy Stiles came today.

I looked back up, just in time for the pearl toss, I scooped it from the air, immediately shoving passed the opposing player. I ran down the field, narrowly missing players looking to tackle. I threw the ball towards an open offensive player just as someone slammed me from the side. I grunted as I hit the ground, hearing the crowd wince. I got myself up on my arms and looked down the field. My player was able to get through the other team’s defense and scored the game winning goal. Coach Finstock laughed loudly, loud enough to be heard over the roar of the crowd. I stood up, raising my crosse in the air and shouted into the sky. I ran back to the bench, congratulating my teammates. But now I needed to see him. I pushed through the crowd, I looked around. As I got through the crowd, I was left alone. I was staring out into the woods. An eerie feeling came over me. There was something out there.

“Hey!” Michael’s smiling face came into my vision, causing me to smile.

“Hey.” I smiled, looking back at the crowd, “Have you seen Derek?”

Michael raised an eyebrow at me, “Who’s Derek?” I paused, asking myself the same question.

“I don’t know.”

“So let me get this straight,” I said into the phone. I was on the phone with Stiles getting a recap of what had happened over the last couple days, “You stole a police transport vehicle-”

“We put gas in it!”

“Of course, you did. You stole a transport van, filled it with gas, kidnapped Jackson to talk to him, left him in the woods. Jackson’s father, a lawyer, has issued two restraining orders against you and Scott.” I made sure to separate the kanima and Jackson. “Found out the kanima is being used by a ‘master’. Is that it?” Derek raised his eyebrows at the conversation.

“I was also grounded from Scott.” He added.

“Unfortunate.”

“When are you coming home?” He asked, hushing his voice a little, “I’m all for you living out your best werewolf life but I would rather you be home.” I motioned for the group of Derek, Erica, and Isaac to go ahead of me.

“When I have the courage to face your dad. Or when my lie that I’m staying at a friend’s house doesn’t work anymore. Whatever comes first.” I sighed, “I’ll try to come home soon. I need to apologize.” After our goodbyes, I hung up the phone.

After I stepped into the railway car, I made it just in time for our “pack meeting” to start.

“So, why do we need their help?” Isaac asked.

“Because it’s harder to kill than I thought, and I still don’t know who it is.” Derek said impatiently.

“And they do?”

“They might. Which is why I need one of you to get on their good side.”

“Mmm. Scott or Stiles?” Erica hummed flirtatiously. Honestly, I don’t think she realizes she’s barking up the wrong tree, no pun intended. Scott was more focused on Allison than his own life and Stiles was in a persistent pursuit of Miss Lydia Martin.

“Either.” Derek sighed, probably fed up with her new found flirtatious nature.

“Good luck with that.” I said under my breath, causing the group to look at me, “What? The last time they saw you, you broke into Scott’s house and tried to kill them.” Isaac titled his head to the side and nodded a little in agreement.

Isaac turned to Derek, “You know, the full moon's coming, Derek.”

"I'm aware of that.” Derek said irritably, he opened a large wooden chest, searching around for something. He pulled out dark, rusted chains.

“Oh my.” Erica lifted up a bundle of them, “These look comfortable.” She said sarcastically. He quickly took them from her grasp and put them with the rest that he pulled out of the chest.

“You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted.” Isaac said warily, eyeing the chains.

“There hasn't been time.” He said. And truly he hadn’t had time. I had really been training myself on how to control the chains with what I was calling exposure therapy. Getting really mad and controlling the change before turning so I would be less likely to kill someone during a spout of road rage.

“But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, that means... That means you're alone against the Argents.” Isaac said.

Derek closed the lid of the chest, “They haven't found us.”

“Yet.“ Kid had a point, “So, how about we forget about the Kanima?”

“We. Can't!” He shouted in frustration. He sighed, “There was something about the way Gerard looked at it... He wasn't afraid, at all. I don't know what he knows, or what he's planning. But, I'm sure about one thing-- we have to find it, first.”

“With Scott’s group.” I added, “We are stronger in numbers, that’s how the hunters work and that’s how we should work.”

On the drive home to the Stilinski house, I really had to convince myself not to turn back around and go back to the depot. But Uncle Noah deserved an apology. He had taken me in, given me a fresh start and asked that I be safe in return. Yet here I was, fighting a lizard man with the threat of hunters on my tail, not to mention that I was a movie monster. I parked in the driveway next to his police cruiser and closed my eyes. My emotions were running high and it was hard to keep my eyes from turning red.

“Breathe.” Derek’s voice echoed through my head, “It’s going to be okay.”

I took a deep breath in and out and when I opened my eyes, the red was gone. Now or never.

After closing the front door behind me, I walked quietly into the kitchen where I found him. He was leaning against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted. He looked up from his cup a little surprised.

“(Y/N)...”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek before answering, “Uncle Noah...”

“Is...Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I said quickly, “Everything’s....” I let out a deep breath, “Everything’s not fine. I’m so sorry about the things I said.”

He smiled a little, “It’s fine.”

“It-It’s not fine though. You’re just looking out for me, I should appreciate that more. You’ve done more than anyone in my situation could have asked for. You opened up your home, bought me clothes, gave me my own room. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No, no.” He said, setting down his coffee mug, “I did have to do that. Besides promising your parents that I would look after you, I did this because you’re like one of my own. You’re like the daughter I never had. I love you.” His eyes held a special twinkle. One that you could only find in people that truly loved you.

Tears prickled at my eyes, my lips trembling, “I love you too.”

“C’mere, sweetheart.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. I gripped onto the material of his shirt and cried. The first time I had really cried since everything happened with my parents. It just felt like my eyes had been built up and after a while, I was crying because of Uncle Noah, because of my parents, because of the torture I went through. I felt like I had no one to vent to like how I could my mom and dad because they weren’t here anymore. It felt nice to cry and feel safe because I knew that Uncle Noah loved me, no matter what. I just wished that if me being a werewolf did come out, he would still love me like his own. Even the thought of it scared me.

“It’s alright.” Uncle Noah stroked my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, “Everything gonna be okay.”

But it’s not okay.

Just a drive to clear my head, that’s all I needed. Stiles was ringing my phone off the hook which really wasn’t helping with my anxiety right now. I looked over to reach for my phone and when I looked back there was someone standing in the middle of the road.

“SHIT!” I screamed, turning my wheel harshly, sending me off the road and into a ditch. I slammed on the brakes, making my body slam forward into the steering wheel. I felt the cracking of my ribs against the hard plastic of the wheel. Pain washed over me in waves as I tried to catch my bearings. I felt dizzy and nauseous on account of the whiplash. I looked back towards the road and the mystery person was gone. It was around that time that my airbag went off, slapping me in the face.

“Nice.” I grunted, opening up my car door. I turned to look out when I froze. The kanima was staring me right in the eyes. But it didn’t make any sense, unless the kanima can turn without moonlight.

“Jackson...” I whispered, “Jackson, if you’re in there I need you to listen to me.” I swallowed, watching the creature tilt his head to the side. It seemed to recognize my voice.

“I can help you, Jackson. I don’t want to hurt you. Just please... Don’t...”

“(Y/N)...” The creature’s voice said. I didn’t even know it was capable of speech. But the voice wasn’t exactly reptilian, as if that was possible. It wasn’t Jackson’s voice either. It was a voice that seemed so familiar, but not.

“Well... That’s not good.” I said, just starting to move to get to the other side of the car when I felt Jackson’s whip-like tail slice across my side.

“God....dammit.” My voice was strained since my entire body became paralyzed within seconds. The creature reached out, pulling me out of the car.

Ah yes, a roadside killing for the kanima, how wonderful. Okay, maybe thoughts like this weren’t the best. This is how I died, alone on the side of the road. I took a deep breath, watching the world go by as Jackson’s scaly hands dragged me down into the ditch further.

A loud roar cut through the air and I felt Jackson drop me, hissing before I heard him take off into the woods. Derek’s face filled my vision and relief washed over me.

“It’s alright, I got you.” He said, picking me in his arms. I saw my car out of the corner of my eye.

“Is she totaled?” I asked.

“No, she’s fine.” He chuckled, “Your transmissions probably shot though.”

“Awesome.” I groaned, closing my eyes.

- By the time I woke up, it was later in the day and I was back home on the couch. With Derek and Uncle Noah... talking. My eyes widened and I sat up, I hissed in pain and laid back down. My head was still killing me.

“Woah, slow down there, kid.” Uncle Noah came to my side, kneeling down beside me on the couch. He smiled and smoothed back my hair from my face, “I thought I told you when you saw a deer in the road, you can’t swerve. Just slow down and if you hit it, you hit it. It’s sad, but there are more deer, there’s only one you.” I glanced up at Derek, who had his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed not at all concerned around Uncle Noah.

Uncle Noah followed my line of sight and smiled, “It’s okay, secret’s out.” My heart almost stopped, why in the hell would Derek tell him I was a werew-

“And it’s okay. I am... okay with you seeing Derek.” I blinked at him.

“What?”

“Is that where you’ve been? At a friend’s house.” He stood up and chuckled, patting Derek on the shoulder, “Derek, here, explained it all to me.”

“I told him that you didn’t want to disappoint him by dating someone who was a murder suspect.” Derek said, smiling a bit at the sheriff.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine now. Just for the future, you can always tell me anything. No matter what.” He smiled reassuringly. Well... I guess that was one thing out of the way.

“Your car’s in the shop, it’ll be there a day or two. So for now, Derek has volunteered to take you to work.” Uncle Noah smiled, then looked down at his phone, “I gotta take this.” He excused himself from the room and left out the front door. I sat back up again, looking up at Derek’s with my eyebrows raised.

“How did that whole situation go?” Referring to ex-con Derek Hale telling the chief of police that he is dating his pseudo-daughter while she was unconscious in his arms.

Derek shrugged, coming to sit on the edge of the couch, “Well, I was threatened with the gun at first. But after explaining some things... He understood.” He reached out, holding my hand, “He also said he was glad that we were friends again.”

“Does that mean my parents told him that I wasn’t friends with you anymore and not to bring you up?”

“Seems like it.” He sighed, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles.

“God.” I breathed out, feeling tension rising in my shoulders, “I understand why they did what they did but... They had a total disregard of the consequences. What were they going to say when I asked what happened to you, would they tell me they told you to go away or would they lie again? A majority of my life was stolen from me and when I try to remember my old lacrosse games where you could have been there... The only face I see is Michael’s. And I think he knew something.”

“We’re gonna figure it out.” He said. I moved closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

Derek then explained the events of the dad, the kanima attacked Scott, Stiles, Erica, and Allison in detention and he had agreed to not kill the creature.

“Why did the kanima go after me? Why didn’t he kill me immediately.”

“You don’t have to cover for him anymore, I know it’s Jackson.”

I sighed, “Good, because I didn’t like keeping it from you.”

“Yeah, why did you keep it from me?” He asked, looking down at me.

I gave him a surprised look, “Well, gee, I don’t know. Maybe because you would have killed him? Yeah, he’s a douchebag, but that’s a little much. From what you said, finding out Jackson was adopted at birth and that he literally had to be removed from his mother’s dead body... Maybe that’s what caused the bite to mutate.”

“It’s possible.” The sound of the door slamming shut and the sound of familiar awkward footsteps made us both look up. Stiles halted in the living room, looking me over. I’m sure I looked like a wreck, still kinda felt like it, but the cracked ribs and head injury had healed by now.

Stiles pressed his lips together tightly, moving with purpose. He fell to his knees in front of the couch, wrapping his arms around me. Trying not to cry for the second time today, I hugged him, resting my cheek on top of his head.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. Stiles hold tightened at my words but he didn’t say anything. Derek nodded at me, making his way out of the house. Leaving Stiles and I alone.

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blacknailpolishonguitarstrings · 3 years

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O Children

Minerva couldn’t sleep. Ever since the war had begun, she had become more and more restless in her sleep, increasingly worrying Poppy. Thus, she did not miss a single second of the sharp, rapid, loud knock on the door of their little cottage that sounded at 4 am on that cold November morning. Tightening the string of her checkered green plaid robe, she walked rapidly down the stairs, leaving the vapour of her cup of tea resting on the window sill to god up the window. The lower floor of the house was plunged deep in darkness, the only light coming from the porch lamp whose glow glittered through the door’s coloured glass panels. Gripping her wand tightly, she unlocked the door.

“Albus!” She gasped. “What type of ice cream did I get at Florean’s in Diagon Alleys on August 22nd, 1975?”

Her wand was pointed right at the centre of his chest omnipresent reminder of the war.

“Raspberry sprinkled with rose petals and lavender-infused chocolate topped with almond brittle,” said the old man tiredly.

He looked weary the twinkle in his blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles dim, long white hair and beard having lost their silvery shine, clothes dusty. It was almost as if more wrinkles had appeared on his face since the last time she had seen him, rendering his face even grimmer, a gloom look stretching across his features.

“What happened?” She asked tightly. “Who…who died?”

Her friend’s silence was unbearable, hanging heavy in the air, announcing in-pendent doom.

“I can’t remain long, I must go and take care of matters, but I assumed you would wish to be notified among the first…”

“Albus. Who. Died?” She repeated.

He sighed.

“Peter Pettigrew and…James and Lily Potter, all murdered by Sirius Black.”

An icy, unpleasant, terrifying wave of cold flooded her veins, disbelief painted on her face. It wasn’t possible.

“No,” she whispered. “There must have been an error. No. Sirius would never do such a thing to James and Lily. They were his best friends. You are wrong.”

The Headmaster watched her with compassion as she muttered “no” under her breath over and over again, refusing to acknowledge the hard and bitter truth. It felt as if the world was spinning at breakneck speed around her, dizzying her. Everything swam before her eyes, blurring and mixing, a kaleidoscopic slush of colours, and numerous seconds passed before Minerva realised that the thin watery veil clouding her gaze was burning hot, unspilt tears. Her grip on the door handle was so tight her knuckles had turned white.

“When? How?…Why?” She breathed raggedly.

“We don’t know exactly,” started Albus gently. “All we know is that Sirius Black was the Potter’s Secret Keeper, he allegedly betrayed them, which led us to believe he reconnected with his family and worked closely with Voldemort. Peter Pettigrew attempted to warn and save Lily and James, and in a fit of madness, Black blew up the street and killed Pettigrew along with thirteen muggles. He was found in a muggle neighbourhood nearby and has since then been arrested and sentenced to Azkaban for life. It was debated whether or not he should receive the Dementor’s kiss, but the judges decided upon a life sentence at Azkaban. I am still waiting for more information, and I will send you the full Order report as soon as it is ready. Members of the Order are of course working on the case along with the Ministry Aurors.”

She watched him tiredly, still refusing to believe him.

“Now, if you will excuse me, Minerva, I unfortunately still have urgent matters to attend to, I cannot remain any longer. I present you my sincerest condolences for your loss, I know that they were all very dear to you, and excellent students. I myself am still quite disbelieving at the situation.”

She looked at him stonily.

“No, you are not,” she thought, but she only asked:

“And Remus? And harry, James’ and Lily’s child?”

“Mr. Lupin hasn’t returned from his mission yet, as for young Harry…I’ve taken care of it

An uneasy feeling overcame her.

“Albus, what did you do?”

The elderly wizard failed to meet her eye.

“I have left him with his last living relatives, the Dursleys. Petunia Dursley was Lily Evans Potter’s sister—“

“I know that, “ snapped Minerva. “What I do not understand is why you thought this was a viable solution. I have met the Dursleys. They are close-minded, rude, and despicable people. They are not a good family or entourage for Harry to grow up in. Petunia Dursley could barely stomach her own sister, I shudder at the thought of how she will treat her nephew. Neither James nor Lily would have wanted this for their son, Albus, I can’t—“

“It does not matter, Minerva,” he cut her off. “While I appreciate your concerns, the matter is sealed and there is nothing to be done now. I have my reasons, and I hope you will trust me as you have done many times before. I wish you a pleasant evening, or well, rather morning I suppose.”

He turned around, his robes sweeping the floor as he walked away until he was nothing but a mere silhouette amongst the shadows, all semblants of warm, glowing light gone.

“Bastard,” seethed the witch after him, before slamming the door shut.

The shock of wood against wood resonated around her in the darkness. She did not know what to do now, what to say, what to think, what to feel. For the first time in years, Minerva was lost. She stood there, back pressed against the hard door, wand held tightly in her wrinkled hand, dark brown hair streaked with gray tumbling down her shoulders, and felt oddly empty, almost numb, as she looked curiously at the single ray of moonlight piercing through the back windows. The old stairs creaked in the far left corner of the living room, and a trembling golden glow filled the lower floor of the white brick cottage. Poppy appeared behind the sofa, gripping her wand whose tip was alight with a soft shine, wrapped in her midnight blue nightgown. She looked weary and pale in the dim light, almost ghost-like, her quivering lip betraying her inner turmoil. Minerva stared at her blankly, as she approached her.

“Minnie,” whispered her wife, kneeling in front of her, placing a soft hand on her wrinkled cheek.

“That’s what they used to call me, James and Sirius, Minnie, mum…they were the only ones who dared to,” she croaked.

“I know,” said Poppy softly, wrapping her arms around her frail shoulders, hugging her tightly. “They were wonderful children and—“

“He killed them,” interrupted Minerva hoarsely. “He killed them…”

She shivered, whether it was coldness or something else, much darker, buried inside of her, she did not know, but she began trembling violently.

“VOLDEMORT KILLED THEM!” She roared, eyes blazing, face red, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Minerva,” murmured Poppy, chocking on her name, as she held her crying wife in her arms, who shook violently, wracked by uncontrollable sobs.

“He killed them, he killed them, he killed them,” she muttered over and over again, face buried in the crook of Poppy’s neck.

Neither of them had any idea how long they stayed there, on the cold hard floor, leaving against the entrance door of their house. But, soon enough, the morning sun’s first golden rays began filtering through the windows. The sky was beautiful outside, a painted canvas of amber, orange and pink fading into a dark blue in one corner and a clear azure in the other. It was all awfully joyful and pretty, considered the grim circumstances. Exhausted, Poppy got up, and holding Minerva by the elbow, led her to the upholstered burgundy armchair overlooking the small fireplace where coals lay cold and dead amongst the ash. She settled weakly into it, covering herself with a large plaid blanket. She felt nothing, no pain, no sorrow, no joy, nothing. Her mind still hadn’t fully processed the loss, and the first shock of emotions having been evacuated by hours and hours of mourning the dead, she was now empty, hollow.

“Poppy,” she said quietly, taking the small green hand-painted ceramic mug her wife handed her, having come back from the kitchen. “Do you honestly believe, Sirius…”

She stopped, her voice cracking, a shy remnant of the power it used to be.

She took a deep breath in, before trying again.

“Do you think Sirius killed James, Lily, and Peter?” She asked in a small voice,

“Of course not, replied Poppy, taking a sip of her tea. “I don’t believe Sirius would be able to kill someone in the first place, let alone murder his best friends.”

Minerva nodded,

“I do not think so either, but…I don’t know, something is wrong…”

Silence settled in their home, as the birds chirped merrily outside, welcoming the new day with joy and excitement. Suddenly, a loud knock sounded at the kitchen window. Minerva stood up heavily, and leaving her empty teacup on the worktop, she opened it, letting the waiting owl in. Running her hand gently through its glossy tan plumage, she took the newspaper from its claws and slipped five Knuts into the small leather pouch tied at its leg. Big headlines printed in bold black letters glared back at her from the white paper, screaming victory:

“Dark Lord vanquished and gone, for good this time”

“Dark Lord dead: Wizarding Britain celebrates”

“Harry Potter, the young saviour of our world”

She skimmed briefly through the paragraphs, squinting at the fine print, shaking her head slowly.

“Fools,” she thought.

She opened the Daily Prophet to the second page and dropped it in shock when Sirius Black’s desperate face stared back at her from the black and white moving picture. An Auror was restraining him, holding him at wand point, as he desperately attempted to free himself from her iron grip. His face was a mask of pure anguish and misery, as tears ran down his face, his usually lustrous black hair sticking in mangy strands to his skin.

“I’m so sorry.”

He appeared to be mouthing the same three words over and over again.

Above the picture, the headline read:

“Sirius Orion Black: murderer, madman, and traitor”

Facing Poppy who was watching her worriedly, she whispered, voice breaking:

“I must find Remus, now.”

#angst #remus lupin #sirius black #james and lily #minerva mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #minerva x poppy

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honeys-fiction · 4 years

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HEYY! Can I please have a pirate dabi x siren reader thank you. 💕💕💕

Hi! This one took me a bit to spin, but I hope you enjoy it!

-Honey

Warnings: Slight angst depending on how you read it, hinted soulmate au, mentions of drowning and gore

Pirate Dabi x Siren Reader

You were beginning to understand why your kind hated pirates so much. Ever since you were a small child (no larger than a cod, no less), your parents warned you about ships that reeked of blood, whose masts bore the dreaded Jolly Roger. By the time you were old enough to strike out on your own, your head had been filled with stories of sirens whose songs were somehow ineffective against the sailors, who then speared or captured their predators.

But that information did little to help you when food in most regions became scarce. Most common vessels were hesitant to travel alone, and it was much harder to lure men overboard when more than one ship was present. It wasn’t uncommon these days for ear plugs made of cork or wax to be found on board. Your prey had become wise to your kind’s tactics.

That left you starving. The ships who filled their crew’s ears were able to fish more freely without worry in large fleets. What large fish you could survive off of were harder to come across, and what smaller fish were left weren’t large enough to satiate you. If humans could get smart, you could too.

Your most successful strategy of late was to tie the fishing nets that trailed behind the vessel to tap fish as they went to the bottom of the ship. It was easy to snag the rope along the barnacles that grew on the waterlogged planks. Then, you’d wait for them to send someone down to free the nets, following them deep beneath the waves to avoid detection. Occasionally, they’d just cut the nets loose and move on. But if you did it enough times, they would be forced to free their remaining nets in hopes of returning home to make a profit. You’ve gorged yourself of plenty of individuals who were tasked with freeing the nets.

Unfortunately, that leaves you in your current predicament. You had gotten cocky with your recent successes, that you didn’t take into account the fact that eventually, they’d catch onto your trick.

You barely gave the ship a once over as soon as you saw the nets that trailed along the sides of it. Your stomach growled, leading you to hastily approach the nets. What you didn’t see was the damned black flag flying proudly atop the highest mast, and just how shallow the nets actually were. Your vibrant scales were all too visible to eyes that were already searching for you.

The moment you gripped the edge of the rope, a larger net whose opening was tied with weights was dropped on top of you. Within moments, the rough texture of the net threatened to tear your scales from your body and strangle you the moment you moved. All you could do was struggle and hiss as the net was lifted from the water.

They dropped you harshly against the wood of the deck, various sounds of triumph echoing around you at your appearance. You growled, tail thumping against the wood threateningly. If they weren’t careful, you could easily crush their fragile bones under the powerful muscles of your tail.

“My, my! I apologize, I thought I taught my crew to treat our guest better,” a deep, weathered voice crooned. A man, whose large hat and stature made it impossible to see the top half of his face, stepped out in front of you. His towering frame was intimidating, somehow dwarfing yours.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am called All For One, my real name is of no importance. I am the captain of this lovely ship. And you are?”

You hissed as he stretched a hand towards you, claws raking into the deck. He pulled his hand away with a chuckle. “I understand that we are different species, but surely you don’t treat your fellow sirens so rudely?”

He turned to a scrawny man with unruly grey hair, no doubt his second in command. "Have her taken down below deck, I bet we can make a fortune off those scales of hers."

You shrieked as men began moving closer to you, tail whipping out at their legs. However, all that did was further restrain you in the mass of tangled rope. It was all too easy for them to pin you to the deck and restrain you completely. Yet, through the mass of sadistic smiles and raggedy appearances, one pair of eyes caught your attention. You'd only caught a glimpse, but what you'd see nearly made you pause your struggles. Vibrant blue eyes gazed at you through a part in the mob of men struggling with your thrashing form. There was a strange pull that stung your chest as soon as your eyes met. They seemed solemn, a look so out of place it distracted you from resisting.

With a harsh shove of your head into the weathered wood, you were out cold.

When you came to, splintering wood replaced the sky where you lay in a heap on the floor. They had taken the liberty of laying you in a shallow dip of metal built into the flooring. It was rusted slightly from the salt water that was barely two inches deep. If the metal clasps that kept you firmly rooted to the floor were anything to go by, you weren't the first siren they'd caught.

You could barely lift yourself off the floor into a seated position. Craning your neck as far as you could, you looked over your tail for any signs of missing scales. It was a little worse for wear, a few of your scales were loose, most were covered in scratches and dirt from the deck. If they were really going to skin you, they hadn't started yet.

A door opened somewhere in the room. You winced as a bright light from the crack of the hatch blinded you momentarily. The spines on the back of your tail rose as you hissed, baring your sharp teeth to your potential assailants. But only one man entered, and the sight of him completely disarmed you.

Those same staggering blue eyes from above deck once again took your breath away. Their vibrancy reminded you of beautiful, clear tropical waters. You swore you could swim in the depths of his eyes.

With the oil lamp in his hand and the lack of humans beating you into submission, you were able to get a better look at him. His hair was black as night, yet from the crimson roots you could tell it was dyed. His face was marred with ragged, rough burns. He had a few piercings, and wore mostly black. He was a little taller than some of the humans you'd eaten, but you weren't sure if he was even worth eating. It looked as if he'd missed a few meals.

He eyed you with a seemingly bored expression.

“S’matter? Not what you were expecting?” His voice was raspy and harsh, as if he hadn’t drank water in days.

Your eyes narrowed into slits, a low hiss thrumming deep in your chest. He rolled his eyes, setting the lamp on a small nightstand near the doorway. He held a bucket in his free hand, tossing its contents over your drying form. You would have screamed if it wasn’t fresh ocean water that hydrated the portion of your skin and scales that rested above what little water lay below you. He crouched in front of you with his hands resting on his knees. You appreciated the motion, as it allowed you to watch his every move without having to fear a sleight of hand. Not like you’d be able to do anything if he did decide to harm you, the chains keeping you tightly to the deck left you defenseless.

“Listen,” his hand went to rub the back of his neck, a low sigh of frustration leaving him. “I hate this as much as you do, and since I’m nearly dead anyways, I figured we could make a deal.”

You cocked your head. That wasn’t anything close to what you were expecting from this encounter. A pirate going against his crew? Nearly dead? It was hard to believe.

“What kind of ‘deal?’” You were hesitant to accept any kind of deal from him, but if he was being sincere, it was better than getting your scales peeled off.

He hummed at your willingness. “Obviously, I haven’t had a good relationship with my employers. Since I’m out the door any day now, as soon as that sadistic bastard makes up his damn mind; I wanna make life a little harder for him.”

“You’re doing this out of spite?”

“Pretty much. I’ve been working on this for quite a bit now, helping you is the final nail in the casket. So? You interested?”

You were certainly intrigued. What kind of horrors had this man faced to turn to a siren to help get back at his own crew? For all you know, this could be a trap. Yet, something about those eyes… The clouded, dull pools of blue with a slight spark of something rippling across its surface…

You didn’t think you could’ve said no even if you tried.

“Okay,” you answered with suspicion. “I’m listening.”

From what you could tell, a day had passed since the man you came to know as Dabi told you his plan. If he could start a fire somewhere on the far side of the ship, then all you had to do once you snapped the weakened chains, courtesy of Dabi before he left you that night, was slip through the hole he’d create with one of the bombs he’d pilfered. Then, since they would be too distracted to wear earplugs, you’d sing to them, luring as many as you could into your territory. As for Dabi, he stated he didn’t care what happened to him after that. Whether he died on board or drowned or perished in the explosion, he couldn’t care less.

The strange tug in your chest from before had returned when you spoke to him the night before. It was a strange feeling you couldn’t quite place, but you thought his eyes seemed...nostalgic. That stinging feeling in your chest only intensified when he left, turning into a pang that nearly kept you up all night.

Your nails scraped the metal beneath you in anticipation. Any minute now, and you’d hear the crew begin to panic as a fire started above deck. And then, hopefully, an explosion that would release you back into the sea. You examined the link in the chain he’d pried open. He’d done it to all the chins that bound you. All you had to do was pull them, and you’d be free.

The more you were left to wait, the more you began to wonder. Were you really okay with Dabi dying? Would you really be able to leave him for dead at the hands of a furious crew, or to drown in the ocean? You didn’t have an answer to any of those questions. You’d only known him for a little over a day and already you didn’t like the thought of him leaving.

A loud shout echoed throughout the ship. Followed by a series of what sounded like gunshots and curses that trailed to the other slide of the ship. You flexed your tail, preparing to spring free from the chains. Something fell into the water on the other side of the wall to your left, and then the wood splintered with a great bang. You would have been too stunned to tug yourself free if you weren’t expecting it. Sea water began to flood the hole in the hull, making it all the more easier to slip through the side.

You felt as if you just had a breath of fresh air, sighing as salt water rejuvenated your poor skin and scales with sweet, sweet relief. Swiftly, you swam to the opposite side of the ship and lifted your head above the surface. The front half of the ship was consumed in flames, and the back half was slowly beginning to dip below the waves. The night air began to sting with smoke and ash. Pirates were screaming and shouting, shots firing in the dark. Remembering your deal, you produced a sweet gentle melody.

After a few moments, the first head leered over the gunwale. The sailor looked dazed, gaze clouded by your song as he all but fell over into the water. He was then promptly crushed by a falling mast that had caught flame, sinking him far below the surface.

The next couple managed to stay a float longer, but all that fell were eventually drowned by the water they unknowingly inhaled. If only you weren’t consumed with worry for the scared man, you would have eaten well.

Minutes went by since the last body fell into the murky depths, so you fell silent. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for, you’d done your part. There wasn’t anything left for you here, not among the accusing crew, nor amidst the final throes of a ship going down.

You then saw a familiar back hit the gunwale. Jet black hair hung ragged against his scared neck. Dabi Appeared to be talking to someone on deck, a pistol gripped loosely in one hand. You wanted to call out to him, but before his name could leave your lips-

Three shots rang out in the cold, dark night. The back of his white tunic was splashed with red and torn by three separate holes. He keeled over backwards, seemingly in slow motion, falling motionlessly into the sea.

You couldn’t help but cry out, diving down to him. Blood was already pooling in the surrounding water where he drifted. Hooking your arms under his, you tugged him a ways away from the vessel where you wouldn’t be spotted.

“Dabi?! Dabi!” You shook him, holding his cheeks between your scaled palms. He was still breathing from what you could tell, each breath growing more shallow than the next.

“H-hey doll,” he sputtered, eyes drooping open. “How nice of you to hang around…”

Tears filled your eyes, making him smile sadly.

“Come now, don’t cry on me. We both knew this would happen.”

You shook your head, sobbing as you watched the color drain from his face.

“It’s strange… but I get the feeling I knew you before.” He coughed, blood spraying into the water. “Not that it matters now, but…

“I’m glad that it was you,” he smiled weakly, “that helped me take em down…”

His eyes fell close, head slumping forward. Clutching him tightly to your chest, you began to weep, wails echoing across the sea. Despite how final his last moments felt, you couldn’t stop your mind from going a mile a minute, trying to think of some way to prevent the inevitable. But as the beat of his heart began to slow against your chest, a thought struck you.

There was a process to turn a human into a siren. It had to be willingly on both ends, but if you could just get him to that place-

You gripped him tightly to your chest, dipping back below the waves and swimming swiftly towards your destination. With any luck, you could save him from his wounds.

#dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #bnha mermay #mha mermay #late mermay

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prismatales · 4 years

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Fade

Word Count: 3.4k

Bingo slot: Vigilante AU

Pairings: Takami Keigo x Reader

Tag/Warnings: Slight violence

Synopsis: Dealing with this vigilante was almost like an endless game of tag. Hawks knew it was only a matter of time until he found out her identity. What he didn't expect was realizing she was closest than he thought.

A new entry for @bnhabookclub's bingo event! Thank you @pixxiesdust for helping me bounce off some ideas! This one-shot's for my dear wifey @Hawks-senseis!

“Suspect’s heading your way Hawks. They’ve sustained a fair amount of injuries, should be a piece of cake for the number two hero.” The intercom died down with a wave of static.

Sighing tiredly, Hawks kept his regular pace, flying leisurely across the dark sky cluttered with stunningly bright stars. The scenario above and the lights from the buildings dispersed all across the city, shining just as strongly as the dark sky in the middle of the night, are a scenario that he could easily consider breath-taking.

If only he wasn’t so busy chasing after this one particular villain, then he’d certainly be relaxing at the top of a building, admiring the view with a satisfied smile, allowing the soft breeze of the night to brush peacefully against his face. All while enjoying a nice, warm canned drink in the middle of this cold night.

Maybe once this runaway criminal was finally trapped behind bars, ready to face justice, Hawks could actually manage to take that well-deserved break. And perhaps, some of his favorite yakitori would accompany that drink as well.

“Come on, where is he?” For a villain as quick on his feet as the reports mentioned, this guy was seriously taking his sweet time to show his god-damn face. Groaning impatiently, Hawks finally had enough and began flying in the direction the villain should have come from a long time ago.

But what he witnessed in its place was more than enough to make the hero do a double-take. Not only was this villain face down on the floor, but there was also someone else standing tall above him, tying up the struggling, seething criminal, who kept swearing like a sailor as he attempted to get out of the restrains.

“What took you so long birdy?” Said person slowly turned around to face the winged hero. When their “eyes” met, Hawks couldn’t help groaning in disdain once he recognized that costume. A black sleeveless hoodie, accompanied by matching pants and military boots. But the most characteristic trait was that white kitsune mask, adorned with six stripes across the cheeks; two purple ones, and a gold one in between, a total of three marks adorning both sides of her ‘face’.

“You again? I swear this is the fourth time this week!” Hawks ran a hand all over his face out of frustration. Even with that mask on, he could feel the smug vibes around her, and he could almost swear she also gave him a sly smirk.

“You should know this by now. Vigilante work is illegal.” Eyes wandered up into the dark sky as he breathed in deeply, before exhaling slowly as he looked back down. Hawks turned his attention back at the woman standing before him with her hands on her hips, confidently angled to the side.

“And you should know by now that isn’t going to stop me. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” Jerking the rope in hand, she easily pulled the villain off the ground, dragging him in between her and the hero standing before them. “Here, Merry Christmas!”

The villain was sent crashing down on the groaning hero, courtesy of a swift kick to the back. The near-collision was a good distraction for her. As Hawks became busy catching the delinquent, a loud “poof!” was heard, and when he looked up, there was a golden, glittery mist, and at the top of the roof, she observed him for a solid minute, before running off.

“Oh no, you won’t!” Hawks quickly pushed the stumbling criminal away from himself, and towards the arms of an upcoming sidekick that only happened to appear at exactly the same time this vigilante ran off on her own. Quickly spreading his vermilion wings wide open, Hawks took off into the sky, decided to catch this girl once and for all, so he could finally give her a piece of his mind.

He had to admit, she was pretty fast. Once he got her on sight, she was already a good distance away from the scene, and she hadn’t even used her quirk to keep the distance with the blond.

Looking back over her shoulder, he could almost feel that smug grin again as she kept jumping swiftly between rooftops, not losing balance for a single second as she kept dashing with an elegant and balanced step.

Finally, Hawks eventually caught up and landed in front of her with a soft thump as his feet touched hard surface below, wings raised high in the air folded into themselves before settling down on his back. Hawks smiled at her nonchalantly as both of them stayed still, looking at each other for a solid minute before he coughed in his hand to break the silence.

“You do realize this is illegal behavior? don’t you, Fade?”

“Fade” just tilted her head, feigning innocence while staring at the hero before her. She may be wearing a disguise to hide her identity, but even with it, Hawks just knew she was giving him a teasing smile underneath that mask.

“Oh? Is that so? What are you gonna do about it, pretty bird? Handcuff me?” She places her hand closer by the wrists, presenting them before the hero, it was a taunt, a challenging for him to arrest her at once, and for a second, he was tempted to clap those wrists in between the metallic restrains. “First you’re gonna have to catch me!”

Fade’s body started giving out the same sparkly smoke from before, just to be interrupted as a hand wrapped itself firmly around her wrist, snapping her out from focus, and preventing her from teleporting away from the hero.

“I just did. Now, you have to report everything to the police and who knows? Maybe they’ll let you off the hook easily, maybe they won’t.” But Fade wasn’t fazed in the slightest by his statement or even bothered moving from the spot. “As much as I appreciate your help back there. I’m gonna have to turn you in for illegal hero activity.”

His hand reached out for her mask. The idea of seeing her face for the first time after dealing with her intervenience for months now was so enthralling, that he completely missed it when something hit him on his side with force, knocking his breath away for just enough time for Fade to quickly escape from the hero’s grasp.

“For one of the fastest heroes out there, that sure was a slow reaction!” Her teasing laughter echoed through their surroundings like that of the Cheshire cat itself as she held a retractile staff in hand. Fade began walking backward with a bounce on her steps before a golden, glittery mass spread around her figure before teleporting her away from the scene much to Hawk’s frustration. He was so close this time!

“Shit, she’s good.”

Feathers fluttered wildly around in the air out of pain and pent-up frustration. This was the first time he managed to get this close since the very first time they met. He glared irritatedly at the spot where Fade once stood before him with a confident stance.

The chance to look for Fade disappeared just as fast when the shrill sound of his transmitter went off inside his ear. The voice of the sidekick who had taken the villain off his hands could be heard through the other side, as they gave the hero a status report.

Disappointed, he opted to call it a day before heading back home. Next time he ran into Fade it would definitely end with her caught. But right now, his body begged for some well-needed rest that unfortunately couldn’t be provided just yet, remembering the piles of pending paperwork, waiting patiently at his desk back at the agency, Hawks sighed tiredly before heading back to the office. Today would end up being one of those nights he’d spend sleeping on the couch even though he was single...

“So much for a nice, quiet night…”

The next day was followed by clear skies, engulfing everything around with a pleasant warmth. At least this was something Hawks could enjoy with tranquility as he walked to one of his favorite restaurants in town, mouth-watering at the idea of having one of his favorite meals and one of the house specials.

As soon as he stepped inside the small building packed with people, a cheerful chorus welcomed the hero inside. Every employee and customer inside greeted the hero eagerly, excited to see one of the top heroes coming for one of his favorite dishes and his usual meal at that small, but enjoyable local that greeted everyone inside with their tender, family-friendly environment.

After chatting with some of the staff and fans, Hawks quickly strolled towards his usual spot and took a seat, staring outside through the crystal walls separating everyone inside from the outside. Not only did This little restaurant had some of the best food, but it also had some of the best views he could ask for, the perfect spot to relax as he watched people passing by and at the same time he kept an eye open for any villain activity.

He may be on break, but you never know when a hero is needed, right?

The soft clank on the table catches his attention and he smiles knowing just who is beside the clothed table, serving a glass of cold water with a sweet smile on her face.

“Is nice to see you again Hawks!” You welcomed him happily before pulling out the small notepad from a pocket at the side of the uniform’s small apron, next was a pen that spun gracefully in between your fingers before its inky tip was pressed over the smooth, blank paper. “Let me guess, having the usual again, am I right?”

The hero just leaned on his hand with a chuckle “You know me too well, don’t you, y/n?” He observed you, quickly writing down his order without having to ask twice for anything else. sides? something extra? You already knew his order like the back of your hand.

Speaking of hands….

If there was something Hawks as good at was being observant, as he noticed the bandage carefully wrapped around the girl’s wrist and the slight, almost unnoticeable wince she gave every now and then as she had to move her hand in a way that put pressure on the joint.

“Aaaalright! The house’s special coming up hot! Same drink, as usual, right?” He nodded in response. Despite the discomfort from the small injury, you kept serving the hero with nothing but a cheerful smile and attitude of literal sunshine that always left the hero entranced.

A few minutes later, he saw you coming back with a steaming plate of fried chicken, but not just any fried chicken. This restaurant was well-known for its secret seasoning they used to marinate most of their dishes. Not only that, but it was also covered with this rich, homemade spicy sauce that left everyone on cloud nine after the first bite, and even those who weren’t fans of spicy food ended up obsessed with its peculiar flavor.

“Here you go Mrs. Hero! The house special with a side of fries, enjoy your meal!” As soon as the plate was placed down, one of his hands grabbed yours. His slender fingers traced the outline of the bandage with a soft caress that sent shivers down your spine.

“What happened to your hand, y/n? Is not what I think it is, right?” He asked, voice full of concern as you began stuttering.

“I-it’s nothing, I just tripped back home and landed on my wrist, don’t worry about it, Hawks!” You reassured the blond, pulling your hand back from his grasp before heading back to get his drink.

His gaze followed after you for a while. For a second he thought it had something to do with an abusive partner until he remembered you mentioning being single. How did he ever forget that when the two of you have been throwing mixed signals at each other for months now? He could still remember the first time your eyes met when he came to check the place out for the very first time and how much of a mess you were, after all, it was your first day of work.

So for the time being Hawks just let it slip with some hesitation, eventually he stopped worrying so much before taking a small bite of his chicken and groaning with gusto by that mouth-watering flavor of the sauce, the food in this place was really out of this world.

If he hadn’t been so busy with his food, Hawks would have noticed the cautious look you sent him from the other side of the local, waiting for another customer to order.

A few weeks later…

Once again, Hawks was busy flying through the skies as he patrolled the city at late hours of the night. The way the building’s lights illuminated their surroundings was a sight to remember when you had the chance to see them high up in the sky.

For once, it appeared that he was finally gonna have the chance to enjoy the scenario without a single disturbance. That is until he sees someone sitting at the edge of a rooftop, who seemingly had the same idea as him as they leaned back looking at the vast, dark sky.

That’s when he caught sight of that all too familiar mask. The mere sight was enough to make him groan internally, knowing that whenever Fade was around, the night would be anything but calm…. But then he thought, maybe this time he’d finally get the chance to find out just who was hiding underneath that mask.

Quickly, he landed a few feet behind the masked hero and tried to get close enough. But instantly she leaned forward, letting herself fall off the building before disappearing into a golden burst. surprised, Hawks strolled all the way to the edge and looked down, just to see nothing but that unique mist.

A foot quickly shoved him from behind, followed by that peculiar laughter as he struggled to regain balance for a second, completely caught off guard by the vigilante’s antics before his wings began thrashing wildly in a desperate attempt to help him regain balance. And once the hero finally was back on his normal stance, he turned back to give the cackling girl gripping the sides of her stomach a small glare.

“ahahaha! The look on your face!” She wiped away an imaginary tear, or maybe she was actually tearing up, Hawks couldn’t tell with that cursed mask “Should’ve brought my camera, that look was gold!”

Fade’s shoulder kept trembling the more time she spent laughing at the winged, who’s only response consisted of a bashful glare in her direction.

“Oh come on birdy, don’t give me that look.” Fade walked up to him, hands placed confidently over her hips as she leaned forwards, face tilted up slightly to be face to face with the hero. “For someone who enjoys teasing others non-stop, you’re too easy to rile up y’know?”

She quickly jerked her body back to dodge the hand that aimed for the mask, narrowly missing those leather gloves, which barely grazed that intricate piece of wood that did such a good job when it came to hiding her identity from both the heroes and the public.

“Geez, so forward! Buy me some dinner first!” She sassed, walking backwards again, with a turn on her heels Fade turned her back on the blond and began running away. The sound of wings fluttering swiftly pulled the corners of her hidden lips into a smirk when she literally felt as the hero quickly followed after her.

But if there was something Fade was just as good as Hawks, was at speed. Inhaling deeply, her body became surrounded into golden energy before she rapidly began teleporting from building to building, a special movement that focused on distracting her foes.

Her little trick managed to confuse Hawks only for a moment, quickly he used some stray feathers in order to pinpoint her next location with the aid of their ability to detect vibrations. The feathers managed to feel a small trembling in the spot where she was meant to appear next and Hawks quickly moved in position.

Just as predicted, that golden burst appeared all of sudden and this time Fade nearly crashed into the hero standing in her way, had it not been for her quickly maneuver, placing her hands on the hero’s shoulder to propel herself high in the air, nearly sending Hawks crashing down on the floor.

“Getting slow, aren’t you birdy?” She mocked him, still in the air while he growled in frustration “Maybe you should tone it down on that spicy chicken and extra fries!”

…Wait a second…

He quickly turned around with eyes widened in realization, that sentence was like the missing piece he was looking for “What did you just say?”

The realization hit Fade like a slap to the face, her body became tense once she realized what she told him. Just that little bit of information was more than enough for Hawks to know her identity once and for all. After all, he was no idiot, he just pretended to be.

“You idiot…!” She whispered to herself before attempting to teleport once again, but this time Hawks was ready. In the blink of an eye he had already caught up to her, when she teleported again the stray feathers were already doing their job looking for her next location, the chase quickly turned to Hawk’s favor when it became obvious just how nervous Fade had become.

There was one thing he just didn’t get...Why was someone like you doing as a vigilante? After getting to know you for months now, it was so hard to understand for him. But right now his main focus was to catch you. He knew the police would go easy on you, the only reason he said those words last time was that he was irked with Fade- well, you to be exact….

In the midst of his distraction, he barely noticed when you crashed into each other with force, knocking the both of you off balance before falling off the rooftop in a tangled mass of limbs. His protective instincts kicked in as he quickly turned around mid-air, pulling your startled body into his chest out of reflex. Somehow a part of your jacket had become tangled into his wings, preventing them from moving around to stop the fall…

It seemed luck was on their side when they fell into an empty alleyway. The trash bags littering the floor helping to cushion their fall, but they couldn’t help when Hawk's breath was knocked away by the impact on his back, as well as your weight landing harshly on top of him.

“You ok?” He couldn’t help asking, more worried about the girl in his arms than his own well-being. Hawks sighed with relief when you slowly lifted yourself up with a small, pained groan before looking at him, feeling slightly awkward once the realization hit in, that you were sitting on top of the winged hero.

He received no vocal answer, but rather a physical one as your hand grabbed the lower part of the mask to lift it off your face for a small moment, then swiftly you leaned down to plant a deep kiss over the male’s soft lips.

The gesture caught him off guard at such point, that for a minute Hawks forgot how to breathe. Eyes wide in surprise and body going stiff as all he could concentrate on was your soft lips moving against his own.

But before he had the chance to kiss back, you had already shoved him away by the shoulder with a devilish smile back in that sweet, flushed face as you slowly licked your lips teasingly.

“This isn’t over Birdy...See you around~”

You vanished from view in a flash, leaving behind a sparkling, golden cloud. As well as a stupefied hero laying into a pile of trash bags who only draped his arm over his face.

He would definitely need to have a chat with you the next time he went to the restaurant.

#bnhabookclub #mha imagine #bnha imagine #bnha hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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susiequaz12 · 4 years

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Carrot Top- 2: Splice

It’s part 2! The story is moving along, and hopefully I can write a bit more soon. Again I’m gonna tag @imagination1reality0 (and if you want me to tag you in future posts let me know.

Also, Andrew might be referred to as “boy” sometimes, but in the storyline he is almost 20. (It’s just a way to differentiate between him and the other characters.)

CW: Manhandling, gagged, beating, mention of bullying, restrained.

The sun had climbed over the horizon and was heading towards the center of the sky by the time the minivan pulled up to the long, gray building.

Keeping just the gag on, they removed every other thing that kept him bound to the seat of the car. Once he was released he fell as dead weight in their arms. Apart from initially knocking him unconscious, they had drugged him a few times. Most of it should be wearing off soon.

Two of the men carried Andrew through the hallways of the building while the driver took the van away once everyone had exited. The building was mildly busy on a saturday morning. Guards shuffling about, other prisoners following blindly as they were shuffled like cattle from one place to the next. The sight of an unconscious body being dragged through miles of hallways was not unfamiliar.

As they walked, Andrew slowly began to gain consciousness. His eyes could barely make out faint shades of gray and white, and endless hallways of doors and rooms. They finally stopped in a hallway that smelled vaguely of chlorine and cleaning solution.

Andrew was conscious enough to realize he wasn’t bound or tied up anymore, and took the opportunity that he saw. As he tried to wrench his arms free from their grip, one of the men pulled out the same stick from earlier, stretching it out to its full length. With a strong arm he threw Andrew to the ground, placing a knee on his back, one arm holding his wrists into the floor, the other using the end of the stick at the back of his neck. Adding just enough pressure so that he wouldn't move. Andrew's chest rose and fell heavily, pressing into the cold floor, and the man leaned down, speaking directly into his ear.

"Listen. If you want to make things easier for yourself, than do as you’re told. Take these clothes, and go into the room. The door will be locked for no longer than two and a half minutes. You have that long to change into your clothes, leaving your other belongings inside. Understood?" Andrew didn't move or say anything, a look of hatred on his face. The man pushed the end of the stick a bit further into the back of his neck and Andrew winced.

He nodded, he understood.

The man eased off of Andrew but maintained a steady grip on his arm. The second man handed Andrew a small bundle of clothes before shoving him into the tight room.

The first thing he did once his arms were free was rip off that gag, spitting the soggy cloth onto the floor. His mouth was free, and he was grateful. The room was about the size of a small closet, or a bathroom stall. There was nothing but a bench built into the wall that Andrew nearly collapsed onto.

He looked through the bundle of clothes he was given. It was barely anything, was what it was. All it consisted of was a pair of standard cotton boxers, and some grey cotton Capri pants, with elastic that fit right underneath his knee. As Andrew slipped the pants on he realized they were a perfect fit. Not just your standard size, but tailored specifically to him. That was no easy feat. His light weight, plus long legs and height made shopping for any clothes incredibly difficult.

Feeling that he would be too exposed with just the capris, he kept his t-shirt on and quickly retied a shoelace that had come undone, just as the man started banging on the door. He could hear it unlocking and the room was small enough that just by reaching in, the man was able to grab him by the arm and pull him out. The man glanced him over, and was obviously displeased.

He pulled out his stick again and knocked Andrew down, whacking him in the side of his legs before he had a chance to realize what he did wrong.

Andrew yelped, crumpling to the floor, but that pain was quickly replaced by anger as he was forced face-first onto the ground.

“I thought you understood?” The man said, his knees digging into Andrew’s back. The stick laid flat against the back of his neck, ensuring Andrew wouldn’t try to get up and fight back. “You’ll learn like the others soon enough.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Andrew saw the second man come over, and his shoes and socks were soon untied and removed from his feet. A shiver ran down his spine as he heard the unsheathing of a knife from behind him.

“Wait, no! Don’t, I-”

He braced himself for pain but instead felt cold air, hearing a ripping sound as his shirt was torn down the back. They pulled him to his feet and the remains of his t-shirt fell to the floor in front of him.

He stared at it for a second. “Now that’s just mean.” Andrew stated, shaking his head as his arms were pulled behind him once more. “That was one of my favorite shirts!” He tried to rip his arm out of the man’s grasp, but it was just grabbed tighter, pulled backwards at an angle that made him yelp. He screamed, yelling obscenities at the man holding him.

The man just shook his head and waved the other man over once more. As his arms were pulled backwards, the man shoved the same filthy rag into Andrew’s mouth. It was cold and soggy from his own spit, making him feel nauseous. He grumbled as the strip of fabric was tied around his head, getting tangled is his curly hair.

With one man on each arm holding him tightly, they continued walking.

It was a large building. Multiple wings. The next few minutes of walking consisted of more struggle. His arms were pulled so tight behind his back, that he was almost lifted off of the floor, and his steps more closely resembled stumbles. At one point, Andrew got so frustrated that the man kicked him in the back of the knee hard enough to make him crumple to the floor. He was then dragged by his arms for a distance until he could regain his footing.

Eventually, they made it to his office. To Splice.

“We’re here.” The man stated.

By this point, Andrew had beads of sweat pouring over his neck and shoulders, and down his spine. His face was red out of anger, and lack of breath.

They knocked, and the door was soon opened by another guard standing inside the room. Andrew was thrust forward into the office of the man known as Splice. He sat at a large desk, filled with papers, and ornamented with various tools and contraptions that looked intimidating at a first glance.

As soon as Andrew saw him, he refused to make eye contact. Instead choosing to turn his eyes towards the ceiling, defiantly. This man was a disgrace to the family, and had betrayed Andrew and his friends.

For that, he had not earned his respect.

Splice stood up from his desk, waving the man holding Andrew's arms to remove the gag and to back away. Once that was done, without anyone holding him back, Andrew stood still: silent. Looking straight up as Splice circled around him. Noticing the flushed skin and beads of sweat, Splice spoke.

"Well I hope you didn't bruise him up or beat him too bad. I was hoping to get the first few beatings and scars in myself." Splice laughed at his own joke and went back to inspecting the boy.

As Splice turned towards him, Andrew would turn away. Obviously avoiding eye contact. Splice soon caught on to his little game, and proceeded to make a joke out of it. Trying to look into his face and get his attention. Eventually Splice grabbed Andrew by the chin and his forced his face downwards to look him in the eye. Their eyes were two complete sets. They perfectly matched each other, both the same shade of greenish brown. If Andrew’s hair had been smooth and brown, instead of curly and ginger, he could have looked just like a younger version of Splice.

With his arms free, Andrew reached up quickly to strike him across the face, but Splice grabbed his wrist sharply in his hand, and did the same with the other as Andrew tried for a second punch. Holding both of his wrists, Splice threw him to the ground and he landed with a soft thud on the carpet. The guard in the room immediately pulled out a matching stick that the previous ones had as well, as if ready to use it at Splice’s command.

He considered it for a second, as a dazed Andrew started to rise to his feet, and then looked at the guard and nodded.

Raising the stick, he struck Andrew across the shoulder, across the side of his arm. Andrew rolled back to the floor, unfortunately leaving his back exposed. The guard struck over and over again. Each time, a soft “oof”, or a muffled groan could be heard, intertwined with shaky breaths. He rolled over again, tucking his knees into his chest, but the guard struck him right in the ribs. A loud cracking could be heard and Andrew’s chest heaved into the air with the measure of pain, trying to breathe in air like a drowning man.

After a few more blows, Splice raised his hand in the air and the brutality stopped. The guard stepped back to his post by the door.

Andrew laid on his back on the cool carpet, his eyes drooping, every inch of his body throbbing. His chest seemed to be on fire with the pain in his ribs, making it harder to breathe.

Splice knelt down next to him on the floor. Andrew’s eyes were glossy and filled with tears that were leaking down his face.

“I heard you’ve been causing problems all day.” The man trailed a finger down Andrew’s face, catching a trail of tears. He stood up to his full height before wiping his finger on the side of his pants. He stared down at Andrew. “Fortunately for me, that means it’ll take longer for you to break. Unfortunately for you, I get to be creative.” He called the guard over and he pulled Andrew to his feet. “For now, enjoy your nap. You’ll need it.”

Andrew struggled to regain footing and dignity as he was half-walked, half-dragged out of the office.

“Don’t give him a bed just yet.” Splice instructed. “He can have one once he’s earned it.”

The guard nodded and Andrew was dragged out of the room.

His mind was racing, but not just with the pain he’d just received. But you throw that in a blender with his humiliation, frustration, and embarrassment, and you have yourself a depression milkshake.

This was just another bully, he told himself. Just another old highschool bully who’d call him a freak, corner him after school, slap his books away. It was another beating, another normal day. This was nothing he couldn’t get through. He had gone through similar before: kicks, and punches and spits. Those couldn’t be too far off from a metal rod right? He’d feel better once he woke up. He always did.

After what felt like miles of walking, Andrew was led into a different room. Bigger than the shower room, but smaller than the average bedroom. There was nothing, only a door, and two chains attached to the wall.

Andrew grumbled underneath his breath, shaking his head. Just let him sleep on the floor, please. Too tired to fight back, he did his best to maintain his footing as one arm, and then the next, was attached to the cuffs on the ends of the chains. His hands hung loosely by his sides, but his legs quivered underneath his weight. It wasn’t long before his knees buckled and he fell onto the floor. The chains pulled his arms upward above his head, but at least he was sitting. He leaned his head up against the wall and tried to ignore the throbbing in his arms that soon began.

He didn’t stay awake for very long. It wasn’t soon after he sat down that his eyelids closed and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

#whump #oc #carrot top #restrained #beaten #whumpfic #part 2

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breakingsomething · 4 years

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"the weapon" could have ended differently and here's how

trigger warnings: murder, blood, suicidal ideation, alcohol and hallucinations

he's still staring at the spot where he'd been two hours later.

anti has gone through the five stages of grief at least three times in those hours, in no particular order and with no rhyme or reason. all he can really do is hug himself and stare, just stare, just stare. his chest is tight and his head hurts and gods, he's absolutely going to be sick. this has to be a nightmare. it has to be.

three hours ago, both dapper and kitten had been under his control. now they're both gone and anti can't do shit. anti is hurting. and anti can't do shit.

he is, for the first time in a while, completely alone.

he keeps replaying the last few moments before they'd left. dapper's eyes narrowing, ice frosting over his pupils. stepping back into kitten's arms. disappearing, running, footsteps echoing, anti crying out after them. don't go, don't go, his mind screams. please, not you too. please not you too.

it takes a long time for him to gather the strength to stand.

when he eventually does, he keeps hold of the wall behind him, staggering away from the train station, stumbling back towards the shopping centre. it's closed. he walks right by it. there's a far too brightly lit convenience store on the other side of the street, and he doesn't bother to look at the road before he limps across, barely keeping his balance. street lights flickers as he passes. shadows grow harsher and soften again once he's gone.

the lights are so unbelievably bright. he winces as he steps inside, throwing up a hand to shield his eyes. as he does, his eyes land on the camera screen facing the cash register. anti looks like a drunken zombie. good. it's not like he gives a shit. he doesn't even bother to flash the cashier a smile like he normally would to secure the illusion of politeness before marching to the shelves and grabbing the first bottle of alcohol he sees that appeals to him. it clinks again his bracelet in his hands. when the man behind the counter sees him, his smile freezes, forced onto his face, eyes slightly wider and body tense. anti fucking loves it.

"sir," the cashier says, choosing his words carefully from the slow hesitation of his tone. "are you alright?"

anti hasn't spoken since dapper and kitten left. he's sure the last words he managed were "don't you dare fucking leave me." he clears his throat now and speaks in a hoarse voice, stopping halfway through to cough. "doing fantastic, pal. why, is there a problem?"

the cashier looks even more panicked now. "you're - bleeding," he states, faltering slightly. "your nose and your… eyes? and your - your eyes are, uh… do you have contacts in?"

anti blinks with fully black scleras, giggling slightly hysterically. "nope," he says, popping his cracked lips and baring white fangs. "can you ring up my fucking drink, please?"

"are you drunk?" the cashier blurts out, his dark eyes wild with fear. anti could drink that instead, the panic, the terror, the awareness, the knowing. "sir, i'm afraid i can't let you buy this if -"

the next thing the man knows, there is a knife in his throat.

anti doesn't pay for the drink. the cameras glitch on his way out.

he goes back to the station and walks along the tracks. it's late enough that there will be no other trains coming for hours. at one point he collapses and lays across the ground, gasping in pain as the weak remains of his own magic sting underneath his skin. he spent so much energy keeping the magician under control that he can barely see straight. honestly, he's surprised it took this long for marvin to break free.

the stars can barely be seen with all the light pollution, but he knows what's up there. ursa major, ursa minor, cassiopeia, draco. he wishes he could see them.

he doesn't fall asleep. he gets up and calls a taxi. the woman in the driver's seat is too nice and keeps accidentally calling him "allen." he has to restrain himself from stabbing her.

"so what are you doing out so late, allen?" she asks, glancing at him in the rear view mirror. she's wearing a ridiculous blue hat over white blonde hair that looks like bleached hay. anti winces as she tries to make eye contact with him. "have you not got anyone else to drive you home? not safe to be drinking alone this time of year at this time in the morning, pet. you could be hurt."

he would have laughed if a sob hadn't threatened to catch in his throat. "i had a train to get. my brother fucking… left me."

"oh, that's unfortunate," she says, unfazed, tone dripping with genuine sympathy. "did he have your tickets, aye?"

he shakes his head blearily, stomach rolling. "mm-mm. he just left. he's not allowed to leave me, he's not. he's not. i don't know what to do now."

she sighs quietly, clicking her tongue. "i take it you had a fight or something? well, one thing i can tell ye', pet, is that drinking willn't help. i had that problem myself, and it was awful. you look to still be young, allen. don't hurt yourself like that."

anti laughs, high pitched and angry. "i could kill you. i could fucking kill you."

she still isn't fazed. "so could anyone, dearie. you're not special."

anti holds his knife in his pocket, flicking it open and closed again. by the time the taxi stops, he has cut himself maybe five or so times. he hadn't even meant it. the ten pound note he hands her as he steps out is slick with blood. she looks disgusted, and he finally sees fear in her brown eyes when she looks up. good. good. let someone fear him. let someone go home shaking and expect a monster in every shadowed corner. he laughs at her and walks away. foolish fucking old bat. don't be kind in a world that wants you dead. maybe this will be a lesson to her.

he had almost hoped they'd be home, waiting for him as a surprise. they're not. the house is cold because he left the living room and kitchen windows open and every second of quiet is somehow amplified like it's coming through a speaker, like someone is making all his mistakes louder and louder, laughing, laughing, laughing at him. he stands in the doorway and listens to the dead silence. it feels fake. it feels like the leadup to a jumpscare in a movie. it feels expectant. it feels like it's waiting. it feels like he should know what comes next but it's not in the script. it feels like it's smiling.

"don't," he says hoarsely, wiping away the blood that trails from his lips with his sleeve. "laugh at me."

"it's your own fault," says jack. he's standing at the end of the hallway, facing away from him, bathed in red light that spills down the wooden flooring to touch anti's boots. "you drove them away."

"i didn't," anti pleads. "i didn't. i never did. your fault, for making me like this."

"i made you to be a friend," jack says cooly. his voice is too loud. "you couldn't even do that right. don't blame me for yourself."

anti laughs, pausing to cough loudly. "you never cared. i didn't matter until i was tearing out innocent people's hearts. caught your attention, did i? oh, finally, someone notices something, whether it's to yell at me or not."

"you're not making sense," jack says. he hasn't yet moved. still hasn't looked at anti. "you didn't start killing for attention. you were scared. still are."

"oh, please," anti spits, clutching his own shaking arms to his chest, hugging himself. "you wouldn't care whatever the reason was. i spent bloody years debating killing myself just to see how many days it'd take you to realize i wasn't there. i was a game to you."

"that's right," jack says. he turns, finally, and his face is smooth and empty, flat skin like an unpainted porcelain doll. "and what a fun game you were."

anti wakes up on the hallway floor.

the bottle is smashed, the stench of alcohol thick in the air, soaking his legs and chest. blood still on his hand, blood in his mouth. he's hit his head off the floor.

dapper is still gone.

he doesn't move til morning, just to use the bathroom and drink water so he stops passing out. and even then, dapper is still gone. dapper is - dapper is still fucking gone.

he throws his mug against the wall as hard as he can and screams. the glass shatters on impacts and ricochets across the room. anti doesn't care. anti wails and digs his nails into his arms until his lungs give out and he crumples to the floor next to the fridge. he wants to break everything. the anger is overflowing and burning, burning, his blood feels like pounding fire and he has to move his hands or he'll tear something apart, he'll break everything, everything, he'll act on every violent thought running through his brain and gods, he just wants to hurt. he's tired. lightning cracks against his brain and the silence is fucking deafening so he screams louder to fill it.

dapper is gone. marvin took him away.

anti spends the day looking for them. he finds nothing.

at night, he stares at the blank grayish sky and imagines stars, mouthing words and pointing with bloodstained fingers.

#boop writes #antisepticeye

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pennys-th0ughts · 4 years

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Curiosity killed the cat

Rain drops were crashing against the concrete floor harshly, one after another like millions of pieces of shattered diamonds. A stubborn sun didn’t want to hide behind the trees yet and the result was a weak rainbow adorning the sky of Derry that strange afternoon.

I could see that natural show from down the sewer holes in which I always found myself safer despite my several encounters with humans not always ended up well, at least not for them anyways.

The blue velvet of the night soon covered the skies and those shy sparkles lit the nocturnal cycle once more. It was time for me to feed and the only moment I could succeed in my hunts was during the darkest hour of the day. I decided to check the house first to see if there was someone inside. I often got to find drunken young people lying on the floor with their minds wandering off elsewhere and that turned out to be a convenient advantage to me. I began to call them “easy preys” although that night there was something in the menu I wasn’t expecting to find.

The wood boards creaked under my feet and the sound filled the empty spaces with a dying echo. I walked slowly to what it would have been a living room now bathed in shadows and the dim light coming from outside Neibolt Street. I could easily see in the dark because my eyes were highly sensitive and behaved like a cat’s. The moment I stepped in to the lounge a strong scent filled my nostrils, the mixture of roses and citric notes made of it an aroma hard to pass by without being noticed, especially by me. I instantly felt a tingling in my nose that threatened to make me sneeze, I managed to avoid the mess that would surely have caused but I couldn’t help to shake my head and make my jingles to sound. I cursed myself for being so clumsy but fortunately I got no answer coming from the far corner of the room.

I began getting closer in a stealth mode so this trespasser couldn’t hear me and once I got close enough I noticed it was a female human. She apparently had pass out and was sitting with her head against the wall. I poked her leg several times with the tip of my clawed index finger to reassure her state and when I came with that conclusion I put the claws away and picked her up.

Going down the hole of the well with a live dam was never as difficult as it was that night. I had to be careful to not to hit her head against the tunnel walls and lift her up when the water of said tunnels was high. To get into my lair was a big dangerous challenge; getting out was an even more dangerous. Underneath Derry there was some kind of a maze, an almost endless labyrinth I got to memorize along the years and my best guess was I got to be the only one in knowing its vast sewer system like any other human.

The circus wagon I used to shelter in wasn’t big and it didn’t had the comfort a common house could possibly have, it was old and rusty, the wood was moisty and the paint was gone in its totality but despite the way it looked it was still offering me a place to hide.

It didn’t take too much time for my unexpected guest to gain her conscience back. I was expecting her to react in a very chaotic way but instead she remained seemingly calm, or maybe she was still in shock, I couldn’t really tell because it was the first time for me to have a living human occupying the same space. She fixed her brown eyes with mine and didn’t say a word but I could sense she desperately wanted to tell me lots of things but from her mouth didn’t come any sound. She was still confused so I left her there so she could settle down her thoughts. I bet it would get more interesting later when she realized there was no way out without me.

– P- please, don’t leave me – I heard her speak in a whisper.

I froze on the spot not knowing how to react and trying so hard to look confident but her lack of fear took me by surprise. I remained a few minutes standing at the entrance in complete silence, rummaging among the closest feelings that could possibly fit in that situation but unfortunately I couldn’t find any, so I kept on walking and left the small place feeling awkward. As I walked away I started hearing some clumsy footsteps following me, I turned to see and I found myself being chased by this young female from a short distance. Then she suddenly grabbed one of my sleeves to which I reacted with an aggressive hiss while showing a wide line of sharp teeth.

– I have nowhere else to go – she stuttered shielding herself with her little hands as if that could prevent me from ripping any of her limbs, something I could do in a blink of an eye.

I looked at her from above judging every single movement and she seemed quite confident on her decision to stay. I nodded in silence and shook my head pointing the pile of old cushions in the corner of the wagon; she complied with my silent order and sat on them. I kept staring at this girl in silence trying to figure her out but her shivers were way too distracting. I opened a chest that had some pieces of clothing and took what seemed to be a blanket, I tossed it to her feet and she wrapped herself with it.

– ¿What were you doing inside the house? – I asked with a cold tone of voice.

She explained that she liked to hide from time to time there to get away from people. She liked to be alone and needed a place to smoke without being watched. That Halloween night the streets seemed to be crowded with children asking for candies and teenagers carelessly making pranks to the pedestrians. It was a good opportunity for me to have a midnight snack but for her was something like hell on earth. I was able understand how she was feeling for some reason but I couldn’t quite understand how I was able to do so and that made me chuckle at the irony of it. Crouching close to her but keeping my distance at the same time, I let her talk just because curiosity was keeping me from think straight and also because the female was intriguing.

A couple hours passed and silence took over the small space of my old wagon. I tilted my head to a side wondering if she would start talking again soon but she didn’t. She finally fell asleep so deeply that didn’t notice when I got out for food. It was late but I still had the chance to fetch something to eat, and I better would, otherwise my mood would get definitely worse.

The hunt was satisfactory and the feast I got in reward totally worth it. My collar and part of my clown outfit ended up soaked in blood and so did half of my face. Before going back to the cistern I looked for some food for my guest, I could bet she would wake up starving.

As I imagined it, the smell of a warm hamburger and potatoes, as humans called this food, woke her up instantly. I heard her attacking the paper bag with such ferocity that made me grin amused, luckily she won’t be able to see it. I decided to get rid of the blood of my face by cleaning myself under the water coming from a broking pipe that used to fill a small pool in which I would sit for hours sometimes. I wasn’t very fond of water but in the past couple of decades I would find it useful and even relaxing.

It is said that curiosity killed the cat and I had a very curious one approaching from behind that seemed didn’t mind to get its mittens covered in mud. She kept on coming and coming, and her scent became stronger at each step.

– I wouldn’t come closer if I were you – I warned her not even taking a peek.

I could tell she stopped right a few feet from me and her courage would have surely pulled her closer but she stood there. I turned around slowly until our eyes met; I got up from my precarious tub and let the excess of water run down my naked body. She stared at me as if she were admiring a strange statue. I didn’t feel shame, modesty or pity about showing myself without any fabric on; the lack of some human emotions granted me a lightweight conscience and no remorse or guilt.

I moved towards her and bent down a little so our faces were at the same height and then I growled from the depths of my gut. The sound could have made anyone to step back but she barely blinked with her eyes still fixed in mine showing off a determination that was beginning to make me feel uneasy and also making me wonder if I wasn’t scary enough. She ventured a little more and reached for my darkened arm. My first thought was to grab her by the wrist and plunge my sharp teeth in her seemingly soft and tender flesh but something odd restrained me from doing it, instead I let her hand wander a little and I permitted myself to discover something new.

– Your skin is very soft and… – she hesitated for a second– pale. ¿Have you always been like this?

Her tiny hand kept on wandering, up and down, like a deadly snake looking for a place to curl up. The warmth radiating from it triggered an awkward sensation inside of me that was hard to hide and also intoxicating, like some sort of poison running through my veins. I closed my eyes for a brief moment to give myself the chance to enjoy such unusual experience, and for the first time, in my entire existence, I was starting to feel insecure about my merciless, cold-blooded nature and what all that meant. As expected I felt threatened about this human and couldn’t help myself to react badly. A loud hiss came out from my mouth followed by two lines of pointy fangs; I slapped her hand away from my chest and ran away to hide inside my wagon. Some minutes after I heard her knocking at my door.

– Please, let me in – her voice seemed confused and hesitant-. I promise I won’t touch you again if that makes you feel uncomfortable. I- I really didn’t mean to-

Feeling a bit irritated I opened the door and put my hand on her mouth to muffle her whining, she seemed to be okay with it and remained quiet once I let her in. I finish drying my hair and put some clothes on enjoying the sweet taste of silence but then curiosity stung me back again leaving a tickling sensation in the back of my head.

– You talk too much – I pointed that out with no apparent reason, just to start a new conversation I was trying so hard to avoid.

She smiled shyly and chuckled as if I had told her some kind of compliment. I tilted my head with one eyebrow raised, not knowing if that behavior was the result of her nerves or just another bold move, so I decided to find out more about the stranger but she beat me to it, again.

– I'm Jessie… ¿What is your name? – She asked excited but calm.

I pointed to an old flyer pinned to the wooden wall. The faded colors were still showing my name and what I used to do for living when the circus was the main attraction in Derry. Despite I was very old I could still remember my whole number, the music and all those faces gathered around, waiting for me to start my act. I made a good use of my nature to improve my clown skills just to do my best to survive in a world so different from mine, as any living creature would. I snapped out of it because of the ruling silence stuck between us and decided to be friendlier this time.

– I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown – I said stepping closer-. You can call me Penny.

Jessie interlaced her fingers showing excitement to know more about me as I was feeling more willing to discover more about this girl. The more the time passed the more we were feeling comfortable with each other. She seemed like a well-educated young woman and yet it was easy to see that she was emotionally broken. I did a maximum effort to understand her feelings but even for me they were way too tangled, like a ravaged cobweb after a furious storm. In that very moment I began having a bitter emotion inside my chest, as if something was crackling in lots of tiny pieces. Later I would find out that feeling was called sadness and humans tend to feel it quite often.

I got so distracted with our talk that when I realized it was already too late, Jessie was resting her head on my arm. She had fallen asleep and my first reaction was to move her away but something was preventing me from doing it, instead, I took the chance to take a closer look at her. Jessie’s hair was brown and short but shinny and her skin was as pale as mine. My eyes went down from her delicate profile until they got stuck in her chest. The blouse she was wearing was revealing and her breasts looked soft and firm, there was no sign of any other piece of clothing and the silhouette of her nipples was too obvious. I bit my lower lip feeling tempted to lay my hands on them but something was off. Small droplets of sweat began to pearl my forehead and some kind of fire in my gut was growing exponentially fast.

Jessie seemed to be sleeping peacefully so I took her head and put it carefully on my legs, and then she hid her face between the folds of my shirt. The tip of my trembling index finger started its way down from her collarbone to her warm breasts. I unbuttoned her blouse and slowly opened it. Her nipples had a striking pink tone, a bigger circle with a darker tone crowned the center beautifully and one of them was adorned with what seemed to be an accessory. I placed my hand on it and it felt smooth but it immediately got stiff when I began playing with it doing small circles. Jessie arched her back and let got a soft moan that made me drool all over her naked breasts.

Her accelerated breathing was inviting me to go further down and my burning hand couldn’t stop itself from descending more and more. I got rid of the only button her pants had and slipped my fingers under the fabric until I got to that mysterious spot known for being highly sensitive in female humans. Her body responded exactly as I had read in some books; when I got caught by the curiosity of knowing how humans reproduced, and I must admit that their physiology was quite pleasant to observe. That day I decided to put it to the test.

Jessie turned out to be quite docile while sleeping and that would have made it easier for me but I didn’t mean to enjoy it all by myself, I wanted her to be part of it and for that she would have to be aware of her actions so I woke her up in the only way my wicked mind could have thought of. My long tongue traced the curves of her cheek, her tiny chin and the length of her neck. Jessie opened wide her brown eyes and fixed them with the blue of mine. When she realized her blouse was undone and felt my saliva on her breasts she couldn’t help blushing almost violently. My arousal was already quite notorious and when Jessie noticed it she stood up right away.

I was still drooling, almost profusely, and the color of my irises had gone from sky blue to amber yellow in just one blink, a clear sign of how disturbed and impatient I was getting. Jessie lowered her eyes straight to my crotch and chuckled playfully knowing how I must have been feeling. I began breathing heavily until I couldn’t hold it much longer and a painful boner revealed under my pants.

– Aww, poor Penny – Jessie said in a slightly mocking tone-. Here, let me give you a hand with that pickle.

She took her shoes and pants off, got rid of her small black underwear and began crawling seductively towards me like a feline. She unbuttoned my pants and gently pulled my cock out of them which immediately gave me some relief, nevertheless it was still under a lot of pressure. Lucky me Jessie knew how to make me feel less cranky so she decided to play with my sex and the pre cum that has already started to flow out of it. Her mouth was doing wonders and her tongue was causing electric jolts in my lower abdomen.

Once I had enough of her games, I grabbed her by the neck, turned her around and forced her to lie down. I thought an extra pair of hands would be of great use so I appealed to my arachnid nature and pulled them out of my ribcage in a very messy way. My current prey was willing to give in to me so I would only need one more pair instead of two as I was usually tended to use.

The sound of my bones breaking and the skin tearing itself apart wasn’t odd to my ears but to most of my victims was something grossly disturbing that forced themselves to freeze on the spot. Jessie showed no disgust and that made me feel reassured. I took both of her hands and put them above her head which left her helpless and at my mercy. With my new pair of hands I grabbed her legs and opened them wide enjoying some of the resistance she was putting to fight me back.

I got inside of her feeling her inner walls tastefully stretching up to grant me access to her burning core. My thrusts weren’t gentle as my hips swings weren’t slow. I was wildly possessed and I wasn’t measuring the force I was using until Jessie’s louder moans brought me back to earth. I could finally feel I was close to cum so I let the rest of my nature do what was left. From the sides of my sex a couple more appendages came out and wrapped themselves around Jessie’s groins to make sure my seed was completely taken. I came letting out a deep guttural growl that echoed all over the place making the walls vibrate.

Jessie was out of breath and agitated, her legs were shaking and her whole body was covered in sweat. I lie down next to her to catch some air feeling satisfied of what I have just done, like a little boy who gets away with it after doing some mischief.

@infptarius Enjoy! and sorry for taking so long 🖤

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“I’m Your Secret”

Summary: Sam has a secret hidden in Bobby’s Panic Room.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: Angst, Language, Restrained Reader, Smutty flashbacks, talk of sex toys, Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader, 18+ only (NSFW)

Square filled: Panic Room

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo. The song Secret by Missy Higgins served as inspiration for this fic as well. There could be a second part if there’s any interest. Feedback is always welcome! Just don’t be a dick about it, please and thank you.

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It was the rattling metal that finally woke you from your unconscious state. As your eyes fluttered open, you tried to assess your surroundings, but nothing in the cylindrical room wais familiar. Trying to sit up, you realized your wrists were bound to the cot you were laying on. Your feet, too.

Panic bled in. When you looked up, you saw there was an industrial-sized metal fan spinning slowly and correctly assumed that’s what produced the sound that woke you. Beyond that, hints of the sky in its darkened state could be seen through the rotating blades.

You expelled a breath of nervous air and squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to recall your last memory…

I was at the bar. The tall man with the shaggy hair had been chatting me up. God, he was ridiculously gorgeous. So chiseled and strong… he had these beautiful eyes that changed from blue to hazel, to green and sometimes were all three at once… and that smile...

He bought me a drink. Two? No, three drinks. I excused myself to use the ladies room. Did he follow me? No. I didn’t think he did. There was a woman in there though. She looked at me oddly, but I was feeling tipsy from the drinks and brushed it off.

Finished up, washed my hands and then… Black.

The pounding in your head intensified when you tried to sit up again but could only go so far with your hands and feet bound. You looked around again, and that’s when you noticed some of the symbols painting on the walls. They were done in red paint (at least you had hoped it was paint and not blood). Scanning the room further, you saw shelves of provisions, canned food, first aid kids, lots of salt and what appeared to be a box of shotgun shells. Other than a few scattered books and a desk on the far side of the room, that’s all that was in there. You turned your head to the side and noticed the large, wrought-iron door that bore an oversized slide bolt handle lock; which meant you could be keeping people in OR out.

Fuck, I’m being held as someone’s prisoner! Your mind screamed, bolts of panic making your limbs begin to shake in fear. Okay… okay… try to remember.

But you couldn’t. One minute you were looking at your reflection in the ladies’ room mirror, and then your world went black. The next thing that was clear was waking up, moments ago, in what appeared to be a chambe, or panic room of sorts.

Before another thought could form, there were sounds at the door. Someone was coming in.

Bracing yourself for just about anything, you were more than a little surprised when the man you remembered from the bar walked in, holding a tray with some food and a bottle of water.

“You’re awake,” he said flatly, then placed the tray on the small desk. “Welcome back.” He seemed cold yet amused as he studied your expression. “Sleep well? You’ve been out for nearly two days.”

“Two days? Where the hell am I?” you tried to keep your panic down, but he immediately sensed it in your tone.

“Mhm. Do you remember what happened?” he asked, leaning back against the table for a moment, before walking over closer to where you were confined to the table.

“At the bar, you bought me drinks…” trailing off, you tried one more time to remember anything further, but when nothing more came you shook your head. “That’s it. But why am I cuffed to the bed?” you asked through gritted teeth and pulled at the restraints.

He cleared his throat and moved to uncuff your feet. “Solely so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. Or me, for that matter.”

“Hurt you? Seriously? You're like eight feet tall. You could snap me like a twig.”

“Maybe. But the demon that was living inside you could have snapped MY neck like a twig.”

Anything he said after the word demon fell on deaf ears. You swallowed thickly and quickly flashed to that moment in the bathroom when everything went black. “I’m sorry, a what?”

“A demon. You know, from Hell, created by Lucifer,” he replied and uncuffed your one hand.

The moment he did you pulled in into your body and frantically reached over to uncuff the other one. He continued to watch you, now amused by your manic desperation as you jumped up from the cot and raced to the door.

“Oh, its locked. You’re not leaving yet.”

You turned and looked at him, the dreamy eyes you remembered so clearly, were cold and calculating now.

“Who are you? And what the FUCK do you want with me?”

He chuckled, causing these cavernous dimples to appear. “I’m Sam Winchester, and you are here because you were possessed by a demon while we were at the bar. Didn’t realize it until I brought you back to my motel room and we had sex for hours. You don’t remember any of that?”

“We… we had sex?” you asked disbelievingly. “No, no… I’d remember. I would absolutely remember if I slept with you.”

“Not if you were possessed. Look. I get it. This is all new to you, and probably scary. But it happened. So, the sooner you get over yourself and believe it, the sooner we can talk about what happens next.”

“What happens next?” you asked hesitantly, your arms slowly crossing over your chest trying to cover yourself as you suddenly felt naked and vulnerable in his presence.

Sam smirked. “That’s up to you, actually.”

“Then I want to go home,” you said firmly even though your lip was quivering.

“Sorry, no. That’s not one of the options yet. You see, that demon I mentioned isn’t exactly gone. We tried to exorcise it out--my brother and I--but it didn’t work,” he shrugged and leaned both hands back on the desk, kicking one leg over the other. “I guess one of us wasn’t paying enough attention.”

His cavalier attitude was beginning to infuriate you. Just as you were about to start screaming, images flashed through your mind…

it was you and Sam, sweaty, tangled in sheets, panting and moaning. His large hands squeezing your breasts until your screams of mixed pleasure and pain filled the room.

Looking up at him, your eyes went wide and you felt shame. But there was something else beneath it. It was a gritty, dirty feeling but something inside you liked it. Maybe it was the so-called demon still lurking somewhere in your subconscious. That thought alone was terrifying, but realizing that there were memories, REAL memories you couldn’t get to were even scarier.

“You remember it, don’t you?” he asked as he pushed off the desk and slowly approached you. “You remember… the motel room? The way we rolled around in that bed for hours, doing things that would send even the most pious girl to the depths of Hell.”

You swallowed hard, thick with nerves and… lust? Yes, as much as you didn’t want to recognize it, there was a rapidly growing lust for him. You felt it at the bar before the evil black smoke took over and commanded your body to do the things you only fantasized about.

“I--I… no…” you stumbled, then shook your head to try and rid the memories that were coming back with a vengeance.

It was you, that much you were certain, and it was Sam whose head was positioned directly between your thighs as your body arched with greed and you pushed his head deeper into your sex. A heat flushed through your veins, running from head to toe as you artfully dodged the look Sam was giving you.

“You don’t have to lie. Its okay to remember, and to like what you remember. Just because you were possessed--”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t have the first clue as to what you mean!” Tears began to fall freely, streaking down your cheeks and leaving trails in the worn makeup still residing there.

“It means, that some black-eyed bitch demon shoved itself into your meat suit and took control of your body.”

“Demons. Demons are real?” you laughed, almost manically. “ I guess you’re going to tell me that angels are real, too.”

“Unfortunately, yes, they are. So are a whole bunch of other nasty creatures out there. But don’t worry about it, you’re safe here. This is a supernatural panic room, nothing can get in or out unless we want it too.”

“So, what am I? Being protected or being kept prisoner?”

“Protected. Of course,” he said, his face showing no particular expression, but in his eyes, there was something twinkling… whether it was anticipation, or excitement, you couldn’t say. But the longer you were closed in with him, the more memories kept coming back to you.

“I want to go home,” you said, trying to sound strong and convincing, but it didn’t work.

“Do you?” he asked with a shrug.

You looked at the heavy, iron door and thought about just trying to bolt. But again, there was something holding you back, a curiosity growing about what happened and what could happen if you stayed. The thought was starting to be intriguing; but more like an annoying itch that you just have to scratch even though doing so will probably just hurt because its coming from so deep within your skin.

When you took a step back from the door and moved towards the cot again, Sam smirked with satisfaction.

“That’s what I thought. So, now that’s out of the way, let’s talk about what happens next.”

You didn’t allow your eyes to leave him for a second as he circled around you like a shark and you were his chum.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“Only if you ask nicely. Which, you did, by the way. You liked when it hurt a little.”

His eyes narrowed on your chest, then slowly down the length of your body. Sam’s mouth twitched when his gaze finally reached that place where you remembered his head being… and how his long tongue lapped up into your folds as you whined for more.

Another burst of heat flashed between your legs as the memory continued to play in your mind. Recalling Sam pinning you down with one arm as you writhed beneath him, the weight of his bicep like a cement block against your inner thigh.

You got lost in it, and it gave him the opportunity to come up from behind you, close enough for you to inhale the scent of him; the remnants of his aftershave triggering more images of him dominating your body over and over.

Sam slowly snaked an arm around your waist, his hand coming to rest just below your belly button, his lips hoving over your left ear.

“Do you remember it all?” he rasped. “How you let me do whatever I wanted. How I made you scream for me over and over? You do, don’t you?”

“I--” you started to speak, but feeling him this close made any desire to leave dissipate into the world around you. You felt yourself fighting the urge to wrap your arm back and up around his neck, pulling him closer so his lips would have to touch your flesh.

You were losing the battle when a loud bang came from upstairs. Sam growled in frustration and stepped away quickly. In two lunging steps, he was at the door, only turning for a moment to press a finger to his lips in a gesture to tell you to be quiet.

Sam gingerly closed the door behind him and it occured to you that you probably could run, maybe even make it out. Sam was right though, you didn’t want too. It was the smart choice, but nothing about how he left you feeling in that moment had any desire to make a smart choice. Instead, you wanted what you remembered; feeling him lift you up, bend you backwards, and claw at your sweat-soaked flesh.

Shaking the thought, you walked over to the tray of food, and suddenly felt ravenous. You devoured the turkey sandwich he’d brought and guzzled half a bottle of water. It was enough to feel a little more strength fill your veins, and take the burn out of your throat.

From upstairs, you could hear a muffled conversation between Sam and someone—his brother, maybe? Had he come back to try and finish the job properly? Was that why Sam was keeping you in the panic room?

Anytime you tried to sense the other being inside you, you came up empty; yet, the memories were there. One in particular that made you freeze with fear—a break after sex, Sam had gone to use the bathroom and your body rose from the bed. As your face watched its reflection in the mirror, the eyes rolled over to full black, as your own lips snarled into a grin.

You could almost sense the demon’s thoughts as it stared back, but that’s when Sam came charging out of the bathroom, wielding a silver knife with etchings on the blade. He screamed something and the demon was gone; giving you back control as your body crumpled to the ground. After that, the memories went cold. Trying to reconcile all of this was starting to feel overwhelming, but that need to know what could happen kept you from allowing panic to take over.

The talking from above stopped, and you heard a door close from far away. A few minutes went by then more footsteps… You positioned yourself in front of the cot, anxiously waiting to see who would be beyond the door; praying that it would be Sam. Despite his cold, calculating demeanor and the crazy situation you found yourself in, being there with him felt dangerously good.

The door opened again, and Sam walked through with a scowl on his face. When he saw you, it morphed into something else, something darker; but it ignited more desire in you than made you comfortable.

“Miss me?” he snarked, then glanced over towards the desk. “Glad to see you ate. At least now I don’t have to worry about you passing out on me.”

“Who was that?” you asked shakily.

“My brother. Sometimes he feels the need to check up on me. He seems to think I can’t handle myself lately.”

“Wh--why?”

“It's a long, boring story for another day. Right now, we need to talk about what comes next.”

“You keep saying that--”

“Because it’s important.”

Your breathing became unsteady the closer Sam got to you. “Important, how?”

“Clearly I can’t keep you a secret down here forever. At some point you will have to let me get that thing out of you. If the demon is able to take over again, I can’t guarantee you’ll live.”

“Then do it, get it out!” you cried, clutching at his shirt. “Sam, please… get it out of me.”

“Okay, Y/N, okay… there’s just one thing I need to know first.”

“What? Anything!”

Sam snarled and in one fell swoop crashed his mouth into yours, pushing you to fall back onto the cot. He moved you so your legs were stretched out in front of you on the makeshift bed, the weight of him keeping you pinned down.

As his tongue forced its way into your mouth, his much more capable hands were cuffing your wrists to the cot again. You tried to object, but the ache between your legs grew to near desperation the longer and harder he kissed you. Finally, once both hands were again restrained, he released your mouth and sat up, straddling you.

“Testing a theory,” he said as he dismounted and began to unbutton his shirt. “See, when you were possessed, the demon said you were awake inside and loving it. Loving it so much that you had to have me yourself. But you, the real you, would be far too shy to ever engage in the kind of sex you ached for.”

You listened with fear as he went into more detail, not because of what he was saying, but because of how true it was. The things he was describing, were nothing you’d ever been brave enough to ask for, but all the things you wanted someone to do to you.

“So, here we are… that demon, she gave you the ability to get what you really wanted, and me, well… I’m the perfect guy to give it to you.”

“Why?” you asked, but was almost afraid to hear the answer.

Sam let his flannel fall to the ground, his bare chest just visible in the shadows of the barely lit room. He moved to unbuckle his pants, but paused and knelt down beside where your head lay on the cot. He smiled sweetly, and brushed a lock of hair that had fallen over your eyes.

“Because, I have no soul. I can do unspeakable things to you without feeling an ounce of sympathy, regret, or anything else, really. As long as I know you want it, and honey, you did, want it. Then, I am happy to oblige.”

A shiver of fear and excitement raced down your spine to your toes, making them curl with anticipation. Sam stood up, and slowly unfastened his belt before shoving his jeans to the floor. You inhaled sharply when you saw how erect he already was, his boxers unable to contain the length of his dick.

Sam saw you noticed his size and smirked. “Just a second. I need to get everything else ready.”

“Everything else?”

On the table next to where your tray was, Sam picked up a dark leather case that you didn’t notice before. He unzipped it and let it lay on the floor beside you. Inside was a variety of sex toys, clamps, oils, and a candle.

Exhaling nervously, you brought your gaze back up to meet his, and swallowed thickly.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his hands hovering over the button of your jeans. “Or, do you still want to go home?”

The slick coating of precum that was filling your panties at the mere anticipation of his touch, along with the maddening need to let him do whatever he wanted, was enough to make your decision easy.

“It's just our secret, right?” you mused, biting on your lower lip as you watched him gradually pull down your zipper.

“You, me and demon makes three,” he smiled and forcefully yanked your pants to your feet then throwing them aside.

“Do it,” you said, feeling a sense of power beginning to fill you from the inside out.

“Do what?” Sam asked coyly, knowing fully what you wanted.

“All of it. Do it all,” you demanded with the desperation he was waiting for. “Please, Sam. Do it all and make it count. I want to remember it this time. All of this.”

Sam’s eyes came alive at the command and he bent down, once again letting his lips hover over your ears as his hand ran up the length of your stomach, roughly over your breasts and come to a stop at your neck. He gave the slightest squeeze and left a soft kiss on your earlobe.

“Good. Now… beg me.”

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kloxbian · 4 years

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You’re my Little Secret Chapter Six

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/F

Fandom: The 100 (TV)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Anya (The 100), Mountain Men (The 100), Raven Reyes

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Forbidden Love, Secret Relationship, Grounder Clarke Griffin, Sort Of, Opposite of slowburn, More tags to be added

Language: English

Words: 21,046

Chapters (as of 4/6/2020): 8/?

Previous Chapter: Lexa could feel herself seething. How dare that insolent boy treat Clarke like she was some branwada goufa who needed a caretaker. It was blatant disrespect, and Lexa had to restrain the urge to knock him in the head to see if it would put some sense into his brain.

Lexa began her return to her own camp, pondering over what it was about the skai girl that made her feel such emotions.

It came out of nowhere.

The first sign that it came was the scream, then the sound of ripping flesh. Clarke jolted awake, scrambling out of the dropship into the night.

You couldn’t see it at first; its coat was as dark as the sky. But you could see the movement. Two people sprinted for the dropship, one of them falling down at something leaped onto their back. They screamed as claws dug into their back, pulling them to pieces.

Clarke grabbed her knife, charging in the direction of the mysterious assailant. A reckless, stupid move on her part, but what else was she to do? With a yell, she stabbed her knife between the shoulder blades of the four-legged beast. It yowled, turning so fast that she lost her grip on the hilt. It was on her before she could blink.

It was heavy, she noticed as it stood on her chest, claws tearing at her stomach. Its yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness, tell-tale signs that it was a feline. With this discovery, it took a second for the pain to hit. But when it did, it hit full blast.

She couldn’t hold back her screams. It wasn’t on her for long, though - someone, some stupid, wanna-be heroic kid tackled it to the ground. She rolled over, attempting to stand but collapsing back into the dirt. She could hear the shrieks of the big cat, far too big to be normal, and the chortled wail as it died, but she was only aware of the excruciating pain, the blood leaking from her torso and soaking the ground.

In all the confusion, someone grabbed her by the armpits, pulling her back. She bit her lip hard enough that it bled. Eventually, they slipped their arms beneath her, lifting her to their chest, and the shock of pain that went through her was enough to send her spiraling toward the darkness. Hushed whispers filled her ears but she was gone before she could hear.

She woke up more comfortable than she’d ever been.

Unfortunately, she was also in agonizing pain.

It had dulled since she was last awake, and there was something cold smeared over her wound that soothed a bit of the heat, but it still hurt to even breathe. She groaned loudly, opening her eyes and immediately closing them.

She heard a quiet laugh and slowly blinked awake. Sitting beside her bed, dressed in a way she’d never been before, was Lexa.

She flinched, wincing from the pain. “Lexa?” Her voice cracked harshly. “Where am I?”

“You’re in Tondisi.” She reached over to rest a hand on Clarke’s arm. “I brought you here after the attack on your camp.”

TonDC. The Trikru capital. She remembered Lexa telling her about it. “Why am I here?”

“The Skenripa did great harm to you. I feared the skills of your delinquents would not be adequate enough to care for you.” She looked at Clarke, slightly nervous but hidden behind a mask that she hadn’t seen for a while. “I had to use the ruse that you were a prisoner. I hope you do not mind.”

Prisoner? “Will I be able to leave?”

“Assuredly,” Lexa replied. “I will have you back to your people as soon as you are healed.”

“I need to get back to them now.” She struggled to sit up, the bandages around her stomach keeping her stiff. “They’re probably worried.”

“Oh, they are. They’ve sent out search parties for you. But you cannot go back to them as you are.”

“I have to.” She threw her legs over the side of the bed, gritting her teeth painfully. “There are probably a ton of injuries. I’m the only healer there.”

“Yes, but none are on the same level as yours,” Lexa argued. “The others can survive with what they have until you are fit to travel.”

“Which would be days, maybe weeks. I have to get back.” She rose to her feet, swaying unsteadily for a second before her knees crumpled. Lexa lunged forward and caught her, helping her sit back onto the bed.

“Klark, you cannot even stand. There is no hope for you getting back to your people today.” Lexa pushed her into the furs. “Rest.”

“No, Lexa, I can’t!”

“Heda?” They both froze, Lexa’s face instantly turning emotionless. A guard peeked his head through the entrance. “Em ething ait?”

“Sha, Gostos. Em’s ogeda ona rak op.” He dipped his head respectfully, backing out of the tent.

Clarke was frozen in place. “Who was that?”

“My guard.” Lexa sat down next to Clarke, thinking carefully about how to word this. “Klark, there is something about me which I haven’t told you.”

Clarke knew that she was uninformed about Lexa’s life, very much so, but the way she spoke made it sound huge. She stiffened, nodding for Lexa to continue.

Lexa took a deep breath, schooling her face into apathy. “You have heard me speak of the commander, yes?”

“Of course. She was the one who kept us alive.”

“Yes, well…” Lexa, always one to keep things blunt, pushed right ahead. “The commander - is myself.”

It took many long moments for her words to register. Clarke’s face turned from something akin to concern to confusion. “You’re the commander?”

Lexa nodded mutely.

“But then -” Clarke inhaled long and deep, struggling to keep her mind in one place. “You were the one who spared us? Who ordered us to be watched? Who was the one observing us?”

“Yes.” Lexa pursed her lips. “You have to understand, Klark - I am revered as a god among my people. If you were to tell the other Skairku, not that I believe you would, but if you had, it is entirely possible I would be evicted from my position. To have friendly relations with what my people consider to be an enemy is sacrilege.”

Clarke thought over it all in her head, leaving Lexa waiting anxiously. Finally, she answered. “Then why tell me now? Why bring me to TonDC?”

“Because I need you. Out of all the Skaikru, you are by far the most promising. To lose you would be to lose the most powerful influence they have that is keeping them from starting a war with us.”

“Oh, so this is all about politics?” Clarke knew that it wasn’t, deep in her heart, she knew, but the way Lexa was speaking of her as if she was only cared about because of her influence- it got to her. “I don’t matter, of course not, just that you keep a handhold over my people.”

“Klark, no, that’s not all it is.”

“But that’s part of it. A big part, probably. Why would the great commander want to befriend a measly Skaikru girl?” Clarke narrowed her eyes. “It was all a part of a plan, wasn’t it? To use me as a pawn in your scheme?”

“It’s not like that at all!” Lexa reached out to take one of her hands, feeling a pang of hurt at Clarke’s rejection. “Maybe it was at first, but I trust you, Klark. In ways I should not. I consider you a friend and hope it can stay that way after this.”

God, Clarke wanted that, too. Every moment she’d spent with Lexa had been one of the best. Never before had someone treated her the way Lexa did, not like she was the daughter of Jake and Abby Griffin, but like she was Clarke. Lexa didn’t know of her past, and what she did know, she didn’t judge her on. It was a feeling she’d soaked in every time she was in Lexa’s presence. But to learn that all this time, Lexa had been lying to her-

She took a deep breath. She needed to look at this from Lexa’s side. And, even through the feeling of betrayal, she could see that Lexa was right. It was a smart move.

But still-

No. She couldn’t.

“I don’t forgive you.” Lexa’s face dropped even more, her emotionless facade completely gone. “But I’ll give you another chance. I want to be your friend, Lexa, I really do, but I have to know that I can trust you. Even if you are the commander.”

Lexa nodded. “Of course, Klark.”

“Then get me back to my people.”

Lexa sighed. “I cannot convince you to stay, can I?”

“No.”

“Then I will have it arranged to be taken back to your people as soon as I can.”

Clarke paused at that. “You won’t be taking me back?” No, of course she wouldn't, she’s the damn commander. Then again, she had been the one watching them.

Lexa cocked her head. “Do you want me to?”

“I’d… prefer that, yes.” As much as she despised Lexa right now, she still trusted her more than anyone else that might be in the town. At least she knew her.

“Then I will. Let me inform Indra that I will be taking you back myself, and then we shall depart.” Clarke nodded, unsure exactly of what Lexa’s position as commander entailed for this, but deciding now wasn’t the time to ask. Not when it would only delay them.

Lexa left, and Clarke waited impatiently, left alone to her thoughts. Why had Lexa been watching them personally? She had scouts to do that for her. And then why had she of all people decided to try and make friends with one of the Skaikru? It would’ve been easier for her to have someone else do it. Unless she didn’t trust her people to do it correctly.

She pondered over this for the entire time she was alone, her mind filled with questions about Lexa. If she had been lying about this, who knew what else she was lying about?

Lexa finally stepped back into the tent, walking over to the bed. “Come, Klark. If you are ready, we are prepared to leave.”

Much to her dismay, she needed Lexa’s help to make it out of the tent. With Clarke leaning heavily against her side, Lexa led them out of the tent over to the stables.

Clarke took one look at the horses and shut down. “Oh, no. I can’t ride a horse.”

Lexa sent her an inquisitive look. “Why not? They will hasten our journey.”

“I don’t know how. Plus, it wouldn’t help my injury.”

“Neither would walking the entire way there. It is a day’s walk, Klark. The horse will at least lessen the pressure placed on your injury.”

Clarke frowned, her mind searching for an alternative. “But what about crutches?”

“Crutches.” Lexa’s mouth contorted awkwardly around the word. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“They were things that you put under your arm and acted as legs. You’d step forward with them and then use them to walk.”

Lexa cocked her head. “I have never heard of such a device. Is it like your tek?”

“No, it’s… nevermind.” She sighed loudly. “Do you at least have painkillers?” “Sha. I asked a sekon to retrieve them for me earlier.”

“You mean the girl currently sprinting toward us?”

Lexa looked in the direction and had to hold back a chuckle as the girl skidded to a stop, holding out a bag of herbs. “Thank you, Tris. Do you remember what Anya told you about running through the village like that?”

Tris flushed. “That it is undignified of me.”

“Sha, it is. It could also cause harm to yourself or others. You are not a child, Tris.”

She ducked her head. “Moba, Heda.”

Lexa nodded. “Good. Now run along.”

The girl scampered off. Lexa opened the bag, plucking out two of the berries. “Eat these. They should take effect soon.”

Clarke took them from her hand and bit into them, grimacing at the bitter taste. “Now can we walk?”

“It will take longer. On the herbs, as long as you have a steady mount, your injury should be able to handle a lope. It will cut the time in half.”

Clarke bit her lip. As much as she hated the idea of riding a horse, she couldn’t deny the benefits. “Fine. But we leave them behind once we get close to camp.”

Lexa nodded. “Of course, Klark.”

A stablehand brought out two horses, a mutated two-headed mare and a large, regal white stallion. The stablehand helped her onto the horse while Lexa easily mounted hers. Lexa quickly briefed her on how to ride a horse while she guided them both through the streets, nodding politely to the guards as they opened the gates for her.

Before they could make it out of the gates, a loud boom rocked the earth. Clarke’s horse reared up, still held in place by Lexa, who had its reins in her hands. Clarke gasped at the sudden pain but quickly forgot it as she watched something come flaming down, outlined by the setting sun. A thwump so strong they could hear it from there sounded as a parachute sprang out behind it, slowing it down until it crashed behind the trees.

Lexa wrapped the reins of Clarke’s horse tightly around her hand. “Hold on.”

Clarke had to hold back a yelp as Lexa kicked her horse into a gallop. She grasped at her horse’s mane, leaning over its shoulders and watching the trees fly past in a blur. The jolts made her wince with each stride, but she could hold it together. She watched Lexa instead, the way her braided locks sailed out behind her, how the red sash flickered and whipped in the wind, the way her jacket flared out behind her.

They rode through the setting of the sun and past the starry twilight, only stopping when the starlight dimmed so low that it was impossible to see the trees around them. Lexa dismounted, tying both horses to a tree. “I hope you are comfortable sleeping on the ground,” Lexa said, helping her off her horse. “You will have to tonight.”

“I’ll be alright,” Clarke said, hovering awkwardly. Lexa sat down with her back to one of the large oaken trees. Watching. Waiting.

Clarke leaned against her horse, eyeing Lexa back. Lexa nodded to the ground. “Are you going to sleep or not?”

“Are you not?”

Lexa shook her head. “Dangers lurk in the night. If we both slept, we might never awaken.”

Oh. That wasn’t at all worrying. Though after last night’s attack, she supposed she couldn’t argue. With slow, careful movements, she stumbled away from the horses, dropping down onto the forest floor. She hadn’t realized how much her legs ached after riding for hours, and she was thankful to succumb to sleep.

Clarke woke to the smell of cooked meat. She rolled onto her back, groaning as her injury stretched. Eyes opening blurrily, she could see that Lexa had lit a fire, and had a rabbit cooking over it. From the other side, her eyes met Lexa’s.

She sat up slowly, her hand reflexively clutching her stomach. Lexa smiled politely at her. “The food is just about ready. We’ll mount up immediately after. I hope to reach the new skaiship before your people do.”

The other ship! Clarke looked up at the sky, noting that it was just barely dawn. She doubted any of the delinquents would be awake. They’d probably reach it before them unless they had to ride for another couple hours. Whether she wanted her and Lexa to reach it first would depend on what was inside.

Neither she nor Lexa spoke as they ate, both avoiding the other’s gaze. Clarke clearly remembered yesterday, Lexa newfound position as commander of the twelve clans. For someone so powerful, she seemed oddly affectionate, at least toward Clarke. She wondered if that was on purpose, and if so, why.

Or maybe Lexa genuinely wanted Clarke to like her.

With such a large political divide between them, it was hard to be sure.

Back on the horses, Lexa set a slower pace, more comfortable but still speedy. Clarke was thankful for that,whether or not Lexa did it for hert. Her thighs already ached from last night’s sprint.

They reached the ship within the hour. Lexa had left their horses behind, two people falling from the trees to take them, people who Clarke now knew were Lexa’s guards. She had no doubt some were following them now. They’d probably had eyes on the ship since it landed.

The ship had mostly settled, a bit of smoke still leaking from the engine. It looked untouched. Lexa hung back at the tree line and watched Clarke approach it, a hand reaching back to settle on her sword. She had no idea what the Skaikru could send in the Skaiship.

Clarke opened the door, ducking inside as soon as she could. There were no supplies, no stores of food or blankets for the cold, but what there was…

Clarke clambered into the ship, kneeling on the adjacent seat and shaking the shoulder of the girl inside. Her helmet had been completely fogged up with her breath, cracks running all across it, leaving the face obscured. Blood leaked from the top. A concussion, most likely, if not something worse. She was alive, at least. Clarke could see that much.

The girl moaned in pain, head lolling to the side as a hand reached up to touch her head. Clarke caught it. “Hey. Leave it.”

The girl removed her helmet, shaking her sweaty hair out of her face. She blinked up at Clarke. “Where am I?”

Clarke couldn’t help a grin. “You’re on the ground.”

She helped the other girl out, first noticing that Lexa was nowhere to be seen. The next thing she noticed was Finn bursting out of the trees.

Finn froze, staring in disbelief. The other girl stared right back, a huge grin stretching over her face. Clarke hesitantly let her go, watching her waver a bit but was otherwise fine. “Raven?”

Newly-named Raven laughed. “Finn!”

They rushed to each other, embracing heartily. They spoke softly, too low for Clarke to hear, and she watched with rising disgust as they kissed.

Breaking apart, Clarke wandered closer, listening to their conversation. From what she could gather, Raven had rebuilt the ship from scrap, coming down to the ground… to be with Finn. “I would do anything for you,” she said, voice filled with adoration. “Just like you would for me.”

At Finn’s glance toward Clarke, she knew that Finn would, in fact, not do anything for her. Not when it came down to obsessing over another girl.

Raven faltered, knees collapsing, and Finn carefully set her down. Jogging back to Clarke, she handed him a medkit. He looked at her guiltily. “I’m sorry.”

Ha. Like that would cut it. “Let’s not talk about this.”

Finn nodded, pursing his lips and turning back to Raven. She followed him. “This is Clarke,” he said. “She was on the dropship.”

Raven looked back to her, eyes widening in recognition. “Clarke? This was all because of your mom. This was all her plan. We were trying to come down together, we were waiting, but…” Raven’s smile sank. “Oh, no. We were waiting because the council was voting whether to kill three hundred people to save oxygen.”

Clarke felt her breath rush past her lips. “When?” “Today!” Pushing past them both, she stumbled over to the ship, grabbing hastily for it. “We have to tell them you’re alive!”

Ducking under the door, Raven leaned against the control panel, bending over to see the radio. She was still for a moment, unmoving, before she turned back to them. “The radio’s gone. It must have gotten loose during reentry.”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, that was bad. If the Ark was going to slaughter three hundred people and they had no way to tell them otherwise? They’d stay up in the sky forever, slowly losing oxygen until there was no one left alive.

Raven cursed, pounding her fist against the side of the pod. Clarke put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey. We have someone at the dropship working on a way to communicate with the Ark. If you’re as genius a mechanic as you claim to be, maybe we can have it done before they start the killing.”

“Is it close to done?”

“I have no idea.” She looked at Finn. He shrugged. Clarke swore under her breath. “Last time I checked, no, but I’ve been gone all day. I don’t know.”

“Speaking of which,” Finn said, drawing both their attention. “Where have you been?”

Clarke pursed her lips. “The middle of the forest. Don’t ask, because I don’t know either.”

Not very believable, but it would have to do.”

“Well, let’s get going!” Raven said, grabbing Finn’s arm and pulling him. “Which way?”

Finn led her away, looking back at Clarke with perhaps the most pitiful expression on his face. She scoffed. If he thought he could get off the hook just from that, he was sorely mistaken.

She followed behind them, watching Finn and Raven talk softly, grinning like they were crazy in love. One of them was, at least.

She felt something brush her shoulder and turned, startled to see Lexa, feet planted against the side of a tree, one hand gripping a branch above her. Clarke felt both relieved and annoyed. “What, was I not walking quietly enough?”

Lexa ignored that, leaning closer. “We have a bit of a problem,” she muttered, so quietly that Clarke had to strain to hear her. “My scouts reported that one of your people had wandered a distance from camp and fell down a slope, injuring herself.”

Clarke glanced warily back at Finn and Raven, but neither were paying attention to her. “Where are they?”

“That’s the problem.” Lexa’s eyes followed hers to the other skaikru. “One of my scouts disobeyed my direct orders to leave the Skaikru alone.”

Clarke felt dread settle in her stomach. “And?”

“He took her. I’m afraid one of my people has one of yours hostage.”

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Day five - snake/demon

All things considered, it was a nice evening in Kunugigaoka. He stood on his balcony, the warm breeze rushing through his hair. Karma would have liked to have said that everything was back to normal, but that was far from the case. He pretty much had exclusive interview rights with one of the most interesting and in demand figures in the city, and that meant… a lot of writing. A lot of sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to, and definitely a lot of ignoring Python’s soft warnings.

The only downside was his Nagisa problem. Or, more like, Nagisa had pretty much avoided him since the whole date thing. It wasn’t like Karma was the happiest with him, either. He hadn’t even just been stood up, rather ditched in the middle of it. The last straw had been Nagisa telling Asano, their boss of all people, that he wanted no involvement with working with Karma on his Python stories, without even mentioning it to him first.

Fine, he didn’t want to share anyway.

“Hey, Python~” Karma called out lightly into the sky, though nobody was there.

Karma wasn’t sure exactly how to describe what was going on with Python recently. He couldn’t really consider it hanging out, more that Karma was just doing his job, and of course Python was there. He asked the questions he had to for the interviews, but he found himself talking to the hero about some other things too, though never for long, considering tight schedules.

It meant he understood his powers, though.

“Come help me~” He called again, before turning around to begin leaning off his balcony all together.

“Stop doing that!” A pair of hands were on his back before he could even begin to fall. “One of these days I really won’t be here to catch you.”

Karma turned, grinning at Python’s floating figure. “But you’re here right now.”

He gave up, landing with a thud on the actual balcony. “What do you need to talk about, anyway?”

“I’m writing a different kind of article,” he said, “I wanted your opinion… Do you want to come in?”

Python didn’t seem so sure, but he nodded, graciously following Karma into his apartment. “Alright.”

“It’s about how heroes and villains can be mixed with our society,” he said, “and I figured… You can’t be a hero all the time, right? Like you must have somewhere you live, something outside of this… So that’s the angle I want to go with, that anybody could be a hero.”

Having listened for a moment, Python shifted. “I-“

“What is it?” Did he absolutely hate it?

“I think some of the villains I’ve been following might be...” A grimace came across his face. “Definitely doing something bad. I’m sorry, but I need to go.”

“Wait!” Karma got a crazy idea. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Python’s eyes widened. “Huh?”

“I’m just a normal civilian,” he said. “What better way to understand, than to experience something like this as a hero.”

“You’re… being serious?”

It only took a moment of searching, before he pulled out the cape he’d worn as his fake costume. “I’ll be your side kick for the day!”

Python didn’t seem so impressed. “You can’t defend yourself-“

“Sure I can,” he said, “c’mon, I promise I’ll stay out of the way.”

Python swallowed. “But-“

Karma considered his options quickly, before realising he might have to force his hand. So, he leapt up, jumping onto Python’s back like a man possessed. It wasn’t so hard, despite everything that made him a hero, Python was kind of short. Karma was not short, but he did know Python’s strength super power allowed him to carry him with ease.

“I’m not letting go~”

It seemed Python was easy to wear down, because he didn’t further the argument, instead giving Karma a piggyback out to the balcony again, before leaping up in flight. Karma wasn’t exactly used to that sensation, but it felt better now he was more aware of his surroundings. A part of him wished he could do this himself, soaring over his home city, but it was just as nice to cling to Python.

They landed in what seemed to be some power station, a mess of tall structures and high voltage signs around them. There was also an actual building, though, which Karma supposed was the logical place to head to. He wasn’t exactly sure what this villain’s plan was. Kill the city’s electricity supply? He supposed that would have made him miss the daily One Piece rerun… pure evil.

“Keep your distance,” Python said, letting Karma off his back.

His inner child was screaming at how cool this entire situation was, but he managed to keep a straight face. This was serious! So he did what he was told, keeping behind Python until the coast was declared clear. When they entered the building, at least, there didn’t seem to be anybody there, so he told Karma to stay on the bottom floors whilst Python searched the top.

The hairs on the back of Karma’s neck stood up, once he was gone. Whilst he might not have super powers, it wasn’t like he was inexperienced in dangerous situations. So he knew that something was off, right down to his instincts. Karma found himself clenching his fists, watching his stance in preparation for whatever might be coming.

“What are you doing in my base, hm?” The villain finally showed himself, pretty regular looking but there was a weird air about him.

“Your base?” Karma looked around. “I’d say I like what you’ve done with the place, but it’s kind of drab, don’t you think?”

He didn’t seem to find that funny, though. “I am the villain Grip,” he picked up a pipe, bending it in two like it was nothing.

Karma decided right then it was probably in his best interests to not to let the guy touch him. In the back of his head, he thought about calling out, but Python might be in the middle of something important. Besides… he could handle this. He wasn’t going to just stand there and be a liability, not after he’d been brought all the way there.

So, when Grip attacked, he made sure he was ready for it. Karma wasn’t sure what the exact extent of his power was, but he could work with the information he did have. That being, don’t get gripped. He made sure, then, to do his best to dodge and block. He had a slightly unruly youth to thank for his quick reaction speeds, and knowledge of fight techniques. It wasn’t like he had to win, either, just hold off long enough until his superhero friend returned.

He could feel the insane amount of strength in Grip’s blows, enough to probably leave him with a few deep bruises on his forearms. Karma was a tall man, but he was just a little bit more slight than his opponent, giving him a minor mobility advantage. Just hold out, he told himself. Unfortunately for Karma, it had been a long time since he’d been in a fight like this, and he was a little out of practise. Against someone with such a physical advantage, it was all he could do to dodge.

Honestly, Karma wasn’t sure how he knew Python was there. Maybe it was tuned into him or something, but he definitely felt his presence. He decided then he had to make his move, dodging under the villain’s arm to get himself as far away as possible. As Grip turned, Python sped in, merely a blur to Karma’s eyes, and restrained him.

Karma didn’t hesitate, then, eyes falling onto a long line of cable. He handed it over to Python quickly, allowing him to wrap it around the villain’s body entirely, doubling as a gag. They worked without actually speaking to each other, like both of them just knew how to work together, like it was just natural, until their work was done.

“The police should be here in minutes,” Python said, “they’ll take care of him.”

“Good,” Karma finally started to catch his breath. “That’s… good.”

“He’s not going anywhere,” Python looked over at Grip. “Let’s get out of here.”

Something shifted between them then, no matter how that had just felt, like Python was constructing a wall between them. Karma wasn’t sure he was okay with that. He was pretty sure Python could have handled that by himself anyway, but a thank you would be nice, at the very least. He helped… with the restraints…

Once they were outside, Python stopped in his tracks, breath coming out strained. “You could have been hurt.”

Karma turned to face him. “I can take care of myself-“

“What if-“ Python’s eyes almost seemed to vibrate. “Karma…”

So maybe there was a bit of a natural disadvantage when the other person had super speed and strength, and was more than capable of being right against him in under a second, strong grip practically yanking him down by the neck. Karma couldn’t put up much of a defence. But once he felt Python’s lips on his, he wouldn’t have been able to dream of stopping anyway.

Maybe because it took him by such surprise, but he found himself pliant, completely at the mercy of the hero. And, well, as kisses went, it was pretty damn good. Their lips moved against each other easily, like they were built to slot together, and Karma’s head was spinning. It was a little confusing, though. Python was shorter than him, yet he gradually felt his jaw tilt up-

He broke the kiss, opening his eyes, and Python was at exact eye level with him. Karma realised, then, that his feet weren’t actually touching the ground. Python was floating just a little bit above him, supporting him with an easy grip to his shoulders. He flushed, then, like he hadn’t meant to do that at all.

“I’m sorry,” Python said then. “I shouldn’t have-“

Karma couldn’t help himself, leaning in to steal his lips again. Apparently kisses were better a few feet off the ground, and he was going to take advantage of that fact whilst he had the chance.

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ichigopanhpff · 5 years

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 13

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SPOILER ALERT: We’re now closing on the Hassaikai Arc.

Muffled voices could be heard shouting with a thumping rhythm of footsteps pounding on concrete. Her tongue had a metallic taste to it. Her body felt heavy like corroding iron in salty water.

“..—ink… B…—nk...”

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, her vision still blurry.

“Blink!” Uravity’s voice reacted and cleared up in her hearing. “You’re up!”

Blink squeezed her eyes shut and reopened them to refocus her irises. Letting out a soft breath and gasped, she laid still staring at the morning sky. Cautiously pulling herself back up, Uravity supported her back with steady hands.

“You shouldn’t move,” the brunette warned. “You’re injured.”

She looked down to see her bruised left arm was in makeshift sling with a splint. Blink audibly hissed upon feeling a sharp and numbing pain shoot up when she tried to move it. It felt like her shoulder was popped back in place while she was knocked out.

“You’re finally awake, ribbit,” Froppy hopped over with a worried look. “I tried my best to catch you when you fell, but…” Her sad eyes wandered over to her injured arm. “It was already like that by the time I did.”

“What did you do to it?” Uravity asked with worry.

“I… I don’t know,” Blink truthfully answered. The last thing she remembered was feeling a surge of adrenaline and power build up in her left arm and destroyed Chisaki’s monstrous arm before blacking out.

She asked the two girls to help her up, to which they obliged and supported her until she got her footing and balance back. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as Blink’s brain was trying to process the aftermath. Everyone around here were either evacuated with cuffs around their wrist or rushed out on gurneys to be treated at the hospital; she saw FatGum and Red Riot at a glance rushed out with IVs attached to them as they were placed into one of the ambulances to be treated. Both were passed out from exhaustion.

She shuffled her way from the girls and and found Chisaki restrained to a lone gurney. Glowering over him, he slowly regained consciousness.

“Do you know who I am?” she spoke softly, still feeling the scratchiness in her throat.

He looked at her with the eyes of a broken man.

“You look like him… Rennosuke.”

“I’m his daughter,” she coldly stated. “I’d say the despair you’re feeling from having your dreams crumble before you is a satisfying payback than seeing you dead.”

“You don’t want me dead?” he jested with a dry chuckle, as if he was daring her.

“No,” she affirmed with a renewed sense of self in her eyes. “Not anymore.”

Local authorities and heroes pitched in to help with the aftermath of the battle. They assessed four houses were destroyed due to Chisaki’s Overhaul and three citizens had minor injuries. Were it not for Deku’s quick thinking in taking the fight up in the air, the collateral damage would’ve been much worse.

The heroes who were injured were taken to the hospital for treatment.

Kirishima had bruising and lacerations all over his body, but will make a speedy recovery; Amajiki had a huge facial injury but will heal up quickly without scarring. Fat Gum had numerous bone fractures but was fully alert and starving. Aizawa ended up with 10 stitches from his wound.

Thanks to Blink’s on the spot triage and the knife wound missing Rocklock’s internal organs, his injuries weren’t life threatening at all. The heroine herself had a few cuts and gashes at the side of her head and right rib, dark bruising around her neck, and a dislocated shoulder. The doctors said it would take about two weeks for a full recovery, but was able to be discharged.

Unfortunately, not everyone came out unscathed.

After helping Deku take down Overhaul with her quirk, Eri collapsed and ran an extremely high fever that placed her in quarantine for the time being.

Sir Nighteye’s injuries were far too severe to recover; not even Recovery Girl could do anything to help him and succumbed to it.

The next day, Ren and Midoriya decided to stop by the hospital to visit everyone; the former wanted to see Togata and be there for him, having lost his mentor. He must be sulking in his room.

“How’s your arm, Ren-senpai?” the freckled boy asked.

“Sore,” she grumbled and scratched her cast, pretending it’s her actual skin on her arm. “The dressing’s making it itchy. My mom’s gonna kill me with her nagging when she sees this on video call.”

“Ah, I know how that feels,” the boy chuckled out uneasily and rubbed the back of his head.

The two walked on in comfortable silence.

“Mido-kun…” Ren called, prompting the boy to turn around, only to be met with a gentle smile. “Thank you.”

“Eh? F-For what?” he stuttered out.

“You helped me take down Chisaki when I couldn’t…” She looked down with a bittersweet smile. “Honestly, I’m frustrated because I had to rely on your strength to do so.”

“It’s really nothing!” he replied and held his palms out at her in neutral. “I just wanted to save Eri and—”

“You gave me the justice I wanted. I’m in your debt.”

All he could do was stare at her bruised neck, thinking back to the moment she used herself as bait just so he could rescue Eri. Even though he did defeat Chisaki, he felt guilty being unable to help her. It was then he realized the limitations of what a single person could do on his own.

This is the heavy burden every hero carries.

With his thoughts beginning to spiral out of control again, a light peck on his cheek roused him back as he saw Ren’s face extremely close to his.

Midoriya was dumbfounded.

“Come along now. We don’t wanna be late,” she casually reminded him and trekked a few steps forward.

The green haired boy, however, couldn’t move and suddenly turned five shades of red, ready to collapse right then and there.

He got a kiss. On the cheek. From his senior.

Having calmed down a few minutes later, they entered the hospital with news reports all over the TV saying Chisaki was attacked en route to prison by the League of Villains and stole an important piece of evidence. The two saw Aizawa watching the report and quickly reassured Midoriya it wasn’t his fault before making his rounds.

Leaving their belongings with Recovery Girl, the two made their way to see Togata, despite Aizawa’s warnings. The two made their way over, with Ren stopping in her steps. Midoriya turned to see his senpai with a hanged head and slumped shoulders.

“You… go on ahead first,” she uttered out and leaned on the wall. “I… need a little time to collect myself.”

The boy quietly nodded and gave her a concerned look before going ahead.

She felt bad for lying to the first year; Ren really just wanted to talk with him alone. Gathering her emotions together, she saw All-Might strolling down from the other side of the hallway.

“It’s been a while, Uncle All-Might,” she greeted. “You’re looking well.”

“Oh, Ren-chan?!” the former number one hero excitedly replied. “You’ve gotten so big!”

The two exchanged hugs and he held her at arms length to get a better look at her. It was many years ago when he last saw her, when Dave was still his sidekick in California. He remembered her and Melissa were thick as thieves as children. And now here she was in front of him as a teenage hero in-training with eyes of a person who’s seen their fair share of trauma and tragedy.

“Last time I saw you, you were as tall as my calf,” the blond hero lightheartedly joked before turning serious with a soft voice. “How are you holding up? How’s your arm?”

“Dislocated but I’ll heal up fine.” She gave him a sad smile and looked down. “Emotionally and mentally, I’m... still processing everything.”

All-Might placed firm hands on her shoulders, drawing her eyes back up to his.

“It’s not easy, going through what you are right now. Every great hero before you have been where you are. But please know there are people here for you when you’re ready to talk about it, including me.”

The girl softly nodded as he drew her into a tight and comforting hug. She had to use every ounce of willpower to not cry on his shoulder. Instead, she quietly thanked him before releasing.

“I should go and find Eraser Head,” he finalized with a small smile. “Be well, Ren-chan. We’ll see each other soon.”

“You too, Uncle All-Might.”

After a beat longer, she saw Midoriya leave the room and swiftly entered after. She saw Togata smiling at her with a hint of sadness from his bed. Swallowing the weighty lump in her throat, she slowly marched up to him, ready to give him a piece of her mind for stupidly taking the bullet for someone who’d done so much harm. Ren balled her right fist up and shook with tears streaming down her face, unable to utter a single word.

All she could do was stumble in her last few steps before throwing her uninjured arm around his wide and muscular shoulders, sobbing.

The tears he couldn’t let out because Sir Nighteye told him to keep smiling no matter what.

Tears of defeat not knowing whether or not his quirk would come back.

The tears of anger knowing how damn hard he worked to get to where he was, only to give it up for a little girl.

Tears knowing he knew being a hero who was desperately saving someone meant sacrificing his dream.

And all he could do was return her embrace, knowing exactly how she felt.

Her pillar was gone.

–

The debrief and piles of paperwork from the raid continued even after the interns got back to school. Aizawa had one-on-one counseling with each of them to keep their mental health in check. Ren’s was particularly short considering her history; it was more like she had nothing left to say. Everything was blurry and numb to her at that point.

The raven haired man requested her to come to him if she wanted to talk and didn’t push her any more. The train ride back was in complete silence. By the time they made it back to the dorms, it was already nightfall. As much as Ren wanted to message Seri and Tomoe, she was far too exhausted to do anything and just wanted to sleep.

The five were greeted with the entire class of 1-A.

“We were all super worried!”

“Is everyone okay?”

“We saw everything on the news!”

“You bastards are always coming home after getting caught up in somethin’ serious!” Kaminari shouted with distress. “Just stop scaring us for once!”

As the barrage of uneasiness continued, Todoroki saw one individual in the back with un-styled rose-gold hair. Her face was decorated with bandages and puffy red eyes, her skin sallow and sickly. Outfitting an arm sling on her left, she looked completely disengaged and hollow. Ren looked like she was going to disappear if someone took their eyes off of her. From what he saw of the broadcast, the look she had on her face then was all too familiar to him: it was the exact same expression he had from the Sports Festival; full of icy rage and fury.

“Ren-senpai!” Hagakure called and ran into her in the form of a tight hug, jolting her mind halfway back. “You had it rough out there too!”

“All the cameras on TV could catch was you dashing up at the villain,” Sero said. “You were crazy fast and took out one of his arms like it was nothin’!”

“But when your body went limp after he caught you, I screamed my lungs out!” Ashido exclaimed. “I thought you were actually dead!”

Bakugou sitting on the couch also noticed his upperclassman and let out a soft sigh. Even not knowing her full story, the way she was fighting the villain was on a completely different level. The power she used on him was something she dug deep to let out. It was a power requiring necessary sacrifice.

“Yes, we were all worried about them, but let’s calm down!” Iida suddenly shouted. “We all saw what happened, but their hearts have also been worn down by everything that’s happened too. As their classmates, we should give them some space to relax.”

The commotion died down to reflect on Iida’s words. That was when Midoriya spoke up.

“Thanks, Iida but… I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

The freckled boy nodded to which the tall spectacled boy joined in on the worrying. As the group dispersed to the kitchen area with Midoriya, Kirishima, Uraraka and Asui, Todoroki made his way to Ren and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her desolate and weary eyes met with his troubled ones, another expression that all too recognizable.

All she could do was rest her forehead on his chest, feeling his heart beat calm her down through his sweater. His right hand naturally made its way up and rested it at the back of her head to comfort her, threading some of his fingers in her hair like his mom used to do with him.

Not wanting any more questions if someone saw them, Ren immediately got off. What they didn’t know was a certain spiky blond boy did.

“Good luck with your license exam class tomorrow,” her soft, hoarse voice said with a faint smile that never reached her eyes before turning in for the night. “Let me know how it goes.”

Even if everything felt normal with everyone in 1-A under the same roof again, certain individuals didn’t find sleep so easily. The mission played on repeat in their heads, the future uncertain.

Sure they rescued the little girl, but what will become of her?

Who would take care of her now?

And would her quirk act up again?

There were so many pieces up in the air and no one knew where it’ll land.

And then there’s the involvement of the League of Villains. Not that they know their true motives, but they were certain they stole the quirk-destroying bullets when they attacked Chisaki’s van. Not even the comfort of Ren’s bed could lull her to sleep after a day like this, despite how tired she felt.

All she could do was stare at was the box containing her past.

He was gone now. She got her closure.

So why did she feel so empty?

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secret-vore-lair · 5 years

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An Offer

Posted this a while ago on my main, but in an effort to consolidate all my stories in one place, here it is again! I do hope you enjoy. Willing vore ahead, and safe as always. Featuring the ever lovely Vayreltr and a savvy human morsel.

Arenin is deposited roughly onto the plateau. Her heavy satchel thuds down a second later, rolls of canvas spilling out onto the worn stone. Then comes the massive, colorful blur that carried her here, landing with a heavy grace several paces in front of her. It slinks around to face her, silent except for a shuffling of its feathery wings as it tucks them in close to its sides. For the first time she gets a good look at her abductor.

“You’re a dragon, aren’t you?” she says, shocked.

The dragon grins at her, their featureless orange eyes and elongated face difficult to read.

“Is that really what you want to ask me?” The creature’s voice is an odd mix of animal growl and noble sophistication. Like a stormcloud with particularly good diction.

Arenin shifts uneasily in place. The dragon is sitting back on their haunches, watching her intently, tail flicking to and fro. She wants to stand up, but she fears it will entice the creature to attack her if their intentions are hostile. If she is to escape, she’ll have to take stock of the situation and make a plan. Not upsetting the status quo will give her more time.

“You make a fair point; I suppose it’s obvious what you are.” Arenin glances around. The stone shelf upon which they sit is probably about a hundred feet wide, and higher up than that. By how much she doesn’t know. Distance was hard to judge from the panicked confines of the dragon’s talons as she was carried up from the plains below. She can see the ocean stretching out to meet a cloudless blue horizon. Shame, she thinks. It’s such a fine day in all other respects. If she’s to get down from here, a drop into water is her best chance. Unfortunately, the sea side of the plateau is at the dragon’s back. She’s going to have to get past them.

The dragon continues to stare at her expectantly, flashing that same unnerving smile. Those teeth look sharp.

She sighs. It’s not a good plan, but as soon as the dragon makes a move, she’ll be ready. Maybe she can get around them. Or, better, underneath them if they leap at her. Her bag is too cumbersome to take with her. She looks at it longingly. Two weeks of work mapping out the plains, all for nothing now. Unless this dragon’s got a use for her amateur cartography. Amusement, perhaps. And her drawing compass might make for an interesting toothpick.

Time to find out if any of this is even necessary, she thinks. Maybe they don’t mean any harm. Could be bored, looking to get a rise out of whatever hapless human comes along. They’ll be disappointed if they think they can ransom me. Thesmi’s too much of a miser to part with gold over an easily replaceable apprentice. She takes a deep breath. The dragon hasn’t moved. One way to find out what they want.

“Are you going to eat me?” She asks. She tries to make it sound lighthearted. Like the two of them are in on a little joke together. But her voice catches. The fear and the adrenaline bleed through. Now or never.

The dragon’s grin gets wider, baring more teeth, stretching the teal-blue scales beneath their eyes. “I intend to, yes.”

There is a long second of stillness. Quiet.

And then Arenin says, “Huh.”

The dragon cocks their head. “Surely this answer cannot surprise you.”

“It doesn’t,” Arenin says, carefully. “But I kind of expected you to pounce on me after I asked. Narratively, that would have been the time to do it. Now we’ve lost all the tension.” She makes a round, all-encompassing gesture to illustrate exactly how much of the tension was lost.

The dragon scratches at the ground absentmindedly as they ask, “Pounce on you? Is that how you want this to happen?”

“Are you asking me how I want this to happen?”

“That was more or less exactly my question, yes.”

Arenin can’t believe what she’s hearing. She stands up, fists clenched. “Is this a game to you? Do you lack the decency not to play with your food? Come on, just get it over with already!”

Sinuous and liquid, the dragon eases closer to her quicker than she can realize it’s happening, unfolding and taking a mere two steps to divide the gap between them in half. Arenin staggers back, heart pounding furiously as the fear strikes her anew. She grits her teeth and recovers her posture. I’m not going to give them the satisfaction, she thinks.

The dragon stops when they see her reaction. She could be imagining it, but their face looks … sorry? Surprised and regretful that they scared her. Perhaps a little hurt. “Listen,” they say. “I think we have a slight misunderstanding.” They place a claw over their heart. “Vayreltr. What may I call you?”

It takes her a moment. “Arenin,” she says.

“Arenin. Arenin. Yes, well, it is a pleasure to meet you. As you know, I have brought you up to this spectacular perch because I intend to eat you. I have said as much. However, what I intend may differ greatly from what transpires today. I will consume you only if you wish it.”

Arenin narrows her eyes. “What’s the catch? I obviously don’t ‘wish it’.” She throws up a pair of air quotes. “Are you going to leave me to rot up here is I refuse?”

“There is no ‘catch’,” Vayreltr says, awkwardly mimicking the gesture. It’s so absurd, on top of everything else that’s happened, to see a dragon do air quotes that Arenin almost loses it right then and there. But she restrains herself. This is serious business. Vayreltr continues to speak. “If you say no, I will escort you safely to the ground myself. I will even fly you to your destination. You will make better time than if I had not interrupted your trip. I will do so right now, if you desire, and we will part ways. If you stay, I will speak to you, and through no coercion attempt to convince you to step between my jaws. If you find yourself in my stomach it will be on your own terms. What I am counting on, of course, is that you are curious. The idea that you could be persuaded to become my prey seems improbable, does it not?”

“You’ve got that right. More like impossible.”

The dragon nods, undeterred. “If you leave, you will never find out how I plan to do it. If you stay, I will answer any question you ask of me honestly. I will tell you no lies. I will never harm you. If my goal is, as you say, impossible, then you risk nothing, and I will have embarrassed myself. What say you?”

Arenin considers it. It’s stupid. If they say you can go, you should go. She chews her lip. I’m not exactly in any rush to get back to town, though. Besides, how many people get to talk to a dragon? She looks Vayreltr up and down. They’re exceedingly vibrant, with hide the green-blue color quite unlike anything but the turquoise stones she’d seen some of the nobles wear from time to time, a pale lavender underbelly, and broad, birdlike wings sporting a brilliant spray of blue, purple, pink, and green feathers. Though undoubtedly enormous, Vayreltr is a sleek and striking presence, unlike the rough, bestial dragons she’s heard about in tavern stories.

Finally, that most dangerous of thoughts slips into her mind. She says it out loud.

“What’s the harm? Sure, I’ll stick around for a while. You’ll answer whatever I ask you honestly?”

Vayreltr’s forked tongue flicks out in excitement. “Certainly.”

Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. “So do I just … start asking you things now?”

“If you like.”

“Okay. First off, is Vayreltr a male or a female dragon’s name? You’ll forgive me if I can’t tell.”

“It is my name.” The dragon folds their claws in front of them as they lie down before her. “And I do not fall into either category. So I suppose you could say it is neither.”

Arenin sits down, too. May as well get comfortable. “Sorry,” she says, “I hope that wasn’t a rude question.”

“I take no offense.”

Arenin nods. “So, uh, what makes you think I’ll agree to being dinner for you?”

“Direct, are we not?” Vayreltr chuckles. It sounds like a small earthquake. “Well, the odds of it actually happening are admittedly not as great as I would like. I will tell you this: should you choose to have this experience, you will not perish. You will not be harmed in the slightest. I will even endeavor to make it enjoyable for you. It only seems fair that I do so.”

“And how would you accomplish … any of that?” She tries to sound detached, like she isn’t seriously considering the idea already. She certainly shouldn’t be, she thinks. But it’s been on her mind since the moment she felt herself rising from the ground in a powerful, alien grip. What was once desperate fear has now given way to reluctant curiosity.

Vayreltr thinks. “Before I answer that for you,” they begin, “would you tell me whence you travel?”

Arenin hesitates. “Cromaedil. In the valley to the north. Why do you want to know?”

“That is, what, another two days’ travel on foot? You are not carrying much. You plan on stopping at a town along the way.”

“Um, yeah. Why the sudden concern with my travel plans?”

Vayreltr is looking out over the sea. The world around them is strange, a featureless shelf, and then the sky, and everything else far below. The unfamiliar perspective is obvious with the land because of the shrunken trees, but the sea does not suffer for the distance. Vayreltr says, “The sun will go down soon. The night will be cold. Should you opt for me to swallow you, you will find my belly warmer than a bed in any inn. I have ways of keeping you, enchantments that will ensure you experience no harm, no pain. The place you rest will be made safe for you, and comfortable. Come morning I will release you, and carry you to your destination, and you will have no need to face the dangers along the way.”

Vayreltr turns to her, craning their neck down to be on her level. “I know what I ask of you is strange, but I implore you to consider it anyway.”

Arenin is perplexed by her own behavior. Those jaws, the ones she feared only minutes ago might engulf her— Still might, she thinks, before shoving that particular thought into a dark corner of her mind— they’re so close to her right now, but she doesn’t flinch away. Her stomach clenches up. It was easier to be frightened, or even mystified. Now she doesn’t know what to think. “Um … if you eat me, you’ll fly me to Cromaedil, and I’ll skip the trip. No paying for a room. No waving a torch at wolves.”

Vayreltr’s featureless gaze is as silent as their voice as they wait for her to continue. Hunger tempered with monolithic patience. Watching. Anticipating. Arenin’s mouth is a bit dry. Vayreltr’s is not. She can see them salivating. “But if you don’t eat me,” she says, “then you’ll still take me there? All the same?”

The dragon nods. “That is correct. Or any other place you would like to go. Within reason, of course.”

“So to clarify, there’s no reason for me to choose the path that leads, well…” She indicates with her upturned palms the towering form of the dragon before her. She gulps. “Inside.”

“I am not incentivizing any particular choice, if that is what you mean. It would be unjust. If you choose to have me surround you, I would hope it is because you choose it on its own merits; that is, in much the same way as I desire the satisfaction and closeness you could give me by allowing me to consume you, you may desire the warmth and comfort I could give you by allowing you to shelter yourself within me.”

“You’re a really eloquent speaker.”

“Only on subjects in which I am well versed.”

“You realize saying you’re an expert at eating people doesn’t exactly help make your case, right?”

Vayreltr raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Does it not?”

Gods, what’s this feeling, now? “Okay, okay, okay,” Arenin says, a little quicker than she means to, “this is … a lot to think about. What if I need some time to consider it?”

“Then time you shall have. Eventually I will need to move on, though, and find another with which to fill my stomach. You may stay as long as you like, though once you leave you may have trouble reaching me again.”

Arenin watches the reddening of the sky. Feels the deepening chill in the soft winds around them. She makes up her mind.

She turns back to her strange companion. “This is not at all how I expected today to go, but … I’m glad we met. This conversation was extraordinarily weird, and I didn’t realize how much I needed that. So, it was nice to have met you, Vayreltr. But I’ve made my choice not to stick around. In any capacity. So I’m going to ask that you take me to Cromaedil. It was nice to have met you. I already said that.” She nods abruptly and throws her satchel over her shoulder. “You, uh, think it’ll go like this the next time I meet a dragon?”

Vayreltr stands. “To my knowledge, you are unlikely to have occasion to safely explore this possibility with another dragon. This is the result of both the scarcity and general disposition of my kind. Though if we should again cross paths, I will not deny you. The dearth of willing meals, I suspect, is also due to both scarcity and disposition. Few humans have been agreeable enough to hear my offer, and when it comes to sentient prey, I cannot bear to disagree with what I eat.”

They shake their head. “My apologies. I am rambling in an attempt to mask my disappointment. I enjoyed getting to know you as well, Arenin. I wish you nothing but kindness in your travels. Do try to avoid being captured by dragons in the future. Something tells me most of them would not know how to show you the appreciation you deserve.”

They offer their claw to her, and she steps into their grasp. As their talons curl carefully around her, and they spread their wings in preparation for departure, she says, “You’re going to keep your word. You’re really going to let me go.”

“Of course.” They back up for a running leap.

Arenin takes a deep breath. Can’t lose her nerve now, or it’ll be too late. “Hey, Vayreltr?” she calls out, “You may be fast, but it’s still a long trip. I don’t want to freeze to death, so maybe I should ride in your mouth?”

The dragon is still.

For the first time, there’s a catch in Vayreltr’s voice as they say, “Are you certain?”

“And after you put me in there,” Arenin continues nervously, “maybe we don’t have to go anywhere tonight, after all?”

“Are you suggesting … what I think you are suggesting?”

Arenin can’t help but laugh at the absolute shock on Vayreltr’s face. “I’m— oh, oh gods, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I mean, I am, but it’s just because I was so anxious and now it’s… You’re…” She stops. She wipes the tears from the corners of her eyes. “You’re kind of adorable when you’re caught off guard, you know that? Your neck feathers fluff up and everything.” Maybe it’s the light, but she thinks she sees the dragon blush. There’s a look of absolute panic on their face. “Oh, take the compliment,” she says, smiling. “There’s no shame in it.”

She sighs. “Look, Vayreltr, seriously … I feel bad about it, but I wasn’t entirely honest with you. I only turned you down because I wanted to make sure I could trust you. The truth is … oh, this is weird to admit, but you convinced me. I actually want to try it. With you. I hope that’s still okay.”

“You … you mean that?” The dragon lifts her up to eye level.

She tries to cross her arms, but is thwarted by her position in the dragon’s grip. She ends up resting them atop one of Vayreltr’s claws as she might on a table. “I’m as surprised as you are. But yeah, I mean it. So, do we just—”

Vayreltr’s cavernous maw yawns open before her.

Arenin’s bag falls back to the ground.

“Yeah, alright. Cool.”

Arenin sighs and puts her head down with a splat, gathering up the tongue beneath her like a pillow. After the day she’s had, it feels cozier in here than she could have dreamed. “I know you can’t exactly respond with me in here,” she says. “That’s okay. I’m fine with doing all the talking right now.” She feels their warm breath swirling in the humid cavern above her. It’s an odd notion that she could get used to this, but the truth is … she could. She had thought she’d need to tune out the reality of where she is to feel at ease with the situation, but it turns out not to be necessary. I’m in a mouth, she thinks. I’m in a dragon’s mouth, and it’s comfy. This is fine.

After a time, watching the slow trembling of the red and pink that holds her, she rolls onto her back. There seems to be no end to Vayreltr’s patience, but Arenin finds herself ready to take the next step. “You can gulp me down when you like, by the way,” she says. “I’ll be fine. Throat looks pretty inviting, if I’m being honest. Besides,” she adds, sitting up, “I bet you can’t wait to get me off your tongue. I know you’ve got a whole speech you’re dying to make. Probably going to spend the next hour and a half congratulating me on making the right choice.” That comment is greeted by a soft, quakey chuckle. She can’t help but smile. Their joy is infectious. “Well, lucky for you, I’ll be a captive audience soon enough, won’t I?”

#vore stories #oc: Vayreltr #safe vore #willing vore #soft vore

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konan720 · 5 years

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Sgt. Frog/AHiT AU: Stranded

Description: A young recon squad of three crash land on earth after shortly arriving to the planet. Separated and lost; they look for a place to stay until they can find a way home.

(Chapter one: Mayday!)

‘Mayday! mayday! This is Recon ship Zeta! Engine failure! Requesting rescue!’

A voice played on, over and over throughout the vast void of space; the voice came from a downed ship, small for a normal sized ship of their kind. The beings that dwelled within it long since gone. The wreckage was now in the side of a large mountainous region of an island far from a major city.

In this island, stayed a quiet little town. The world they crashed on is referred to them as pekopon- living there are pekoponians;

But to the natives?

They know themselves as humans, who live on the planet earth.

Small ‘plap’ sounded off in a steady pattern, as a small being wondered though the empty streets of a neighborhood; it was raining heavily that day- Sky dark and unrelenting; though the small being didn’t seem to mind all that much.

She was more worried about being lost- and alone; scared she was, as she looked for her squad. Entering the planet was not in the plan, some unseen and unfortunate events occurred. They were only to study and give information back to the ones in charge, waiting back home-

They were to young to see any major battles yet; but they had special privileges. Asking enough times can also get you pretty far.

Finally coming to the conclusion that this small being wasn’t going to find her friends here, she sat down and started sniffling; stifled little sobs barely heard over the rain.

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Earlier this morning, two young adults clambered around their neat two story house; they were both getting ready for today. “Moon! Get moving! We’re going to be late!” One could hear shouting from inside the house if they stand close enough “and bring an umbrella, it’s going to rain today!”

“Oh relax, bother- I’m always prepared!” A more calm tone follows after a loud one “Snatcher, what’s gotten into you today? You seem more agitated the usual.”

Identical twins stood at the entrance of their modern style doorstep. William, and Mathews- but to everyone else they grew up with;

MoonJumper and Snatcher.

“Mid terms.” Snatcher deadpanned

A simple ‘Ah’ followed after as the two walked onward to school. They had to keep moving as thy talked, it wasn’t going to wait for no one. Especially when it's college.

“And then there’s Vanessa!” He emphasized, raising his hands to the sky “she won’t stop bothering me! Even after I’ve broken up with her, she thinks we’re still dating!”

“You broken up with her; when did this happen?” MoonJumper asked

“A week ago- and boy; that wasn’t pretty..” Snatcher put a hand to his face; slightly traumatized by the display of displeasure she showed.

“I would imagine, she seems to be missing a few screws..” moon said, earning a nod from his brother.

being identical mostly twins, they had looked the same from birth, besides their eye colors, all the way to Middle school; during High school is when their styles changed-

Snatcher, bored of his brown hair, died it a dark shade of purple- a shade that looks indefinitely black at first if not looking at it with a bright light source.

MoonJumper still kept his natural brown color, but upon his face he wore glasses, his vision not as bad, but from time to time he'll use them. Mostly when he goes to school, because his seat was positioned in the far back.

The only thing that was still identical, was the fact they still have their hair at shoulder length. Fluffy, one would say, And smooth to boot.

As they left the neighborhood, and into the streets of town, they passed by many kinds of people. A sweet lady in her mid thirties waved them hello, she was a chef at- and quiet possibly, the best restaurant on the island. Owned and ran it with a few relatives.

Then there were the two men who always yelled at each other- well, one did, the other sauntered around and made sassy comeback. Apparently they were directors visiting the island for potential movie ideas- to bad they can't cooperate with each other. They could really make a good movie if one just puts their differences aside.

Then there's the mayor, the boss with his goons; there's something shady about them- but surprisingly they run the town just fine. Nobody really complains, everyone knows each other in some way. These are perks of living in a small town, on an island, far from any major excitement-

"God, this place is boring!" Snatcher suddenly yelled to himself. Earning a small chuckle from his brother.

Up ahead, you could see the college building, sitting just at the borders of the forest the led to the mountains. The mountain sat in the middle of the island, and branched off quite some ways to the northeast, creating a spiky peninsula dubbed- ship wreck isle. Their entire island, from above, comically looked like a frying pan!

"Let's hurry and get to class before Vanessa finds me.." The dark purple haired man said, a whisper as if she was already here.

"I honestly don't see what you saw in her." Moonjumper shook his head, "didn't the others say, 'stay away from her'?"

"Tell me; since when do I listen to other people's opinions?" He snapped back

"And now look where that's gotten you?" Moon raised an unimpressed brow "a crazy ex girlfriend- who by the way, has an unhealthy obsession over you. And is currently stalking you right now." He mumbled something hat last part, noticing movement out of the corner of his eye.

"What, where?!" Without needing an answer or a position, Snatcher took off; Leaving his brother behind. Shortly after, moon hears shuffling, and clapping of slippers chasing after twin. He only shook his head "we might need to call a restraining order.."

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To some of the students class was boring, however, to Snatcher- it was going to help him with his dream of becoming lawyer. Unlike some of the students who doodle in their book, and stare out the window, he was one of the students to actually pay attention.

Him and his brother were both trying to achieve their dreams.

What a duo; a lawyer and an astronomer.

With Snatcher's noise in law, Moonjumper aimed for the skies. Hence why he'd gotten the name Moonjumper. Snatcher had received his because at any good opportunity he'd take it and take advantage of it.

As the bell rang for lunch, Snatcher took the chance to stretch out his arms as he watched every one else pack up and leave for their hangout spots. Today, he’ll be coming home alone; for some reason- Rachael; the School’s head of the florist club, has asked for his brother’s help.

Snatcher thinks there’s something going on between the two, because at how fast he had accepted the invitation- thinking back on it, he only chuckled more. Quickly looking out the window before taking his leave, he saw how fast the storm was approaching; it was looking nasty out there.

So nasty, at a point he could have sworn he saw something Strike the mountain side.

It was probably lightning.

“Time to hide for lunch again..” he mumbled to himself. It’s always hard to find a nice spot where Vanessa isn’t watching him- or breathing down his neck.

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Once school was over, Snatcher found himself walking down the streets as the rain pelted down on his umbrella... it was nice; peaceful.

Tap tap tap, the steps he took could be heard as he walked- but what was that-? Was that crying..? No, couldn’t have been, who would be out in this weather- at this time of evening? Snatcher paused, just to see if he was just hearing things..

But there it was, almost silent sobs; of what sounded like a child! Turning his head towards a dead end ally, he took action- hurrying over a few trash bags, and making sure he didn’t trip into old sludge, he found himself near and opening- a lamppost shined down on a slumped over figure.

It was so small.. and.. definitely not human. What.. what was it? It was purple, white, and wearing what looked like a tan top hat with flaps. It hadn’t noticed him yet, thankfully-

Should he leave? Before it sees him? It could be dangerous; it could have rabies-

As he stepped back, Snatcher accidentally stepped in a puddle, the splash makes the small head rise, and he got a more clear picture of its face. The bottom half was white, while the top part seemed to be purple. Big strange teal eyes looked back at him- and they were filed with tears. It looked like a small half tadpole that could walk like a human..

And then it spoke-

“I’m lost..” it.. she sniffed, rubbing her eyes “I don’t know where I am..”

it’s speaks English.

“You.. can talk..”

She nodded “can you help me..?” She approached him, and he backed up out of caution. “Don’t be scared pekoponian! I don’t mean any harm!..” she trailed off “I mean.. I as a single being.. the rest of my race is kinda..”

She was just rambling now, he couldn’t take his eyes off or her; Snatcher had to admit, she was cute- but what was that he was just called.. pekoponian..?

“Are you an alien..?” There’s no way something like this is native to earth, and hasn’t been discovered yet.

“I’m not supposed to answer question from a pekoponian-“ but she looked back and forth, making sure no one else was around “but.. yeah- I am!” She smiled.

The two stood there in the rain, after confirming this claim, it took awhile for the collage student to wrap his head around this. Should he just go for it? Just run? Or help her out? By the sound of it- she was the equivalent of a child; but she’s from space and alone- and let’s not forget soaking wet from the rain.

But she was an amphibious life form.. did the rain even bother her?

Snatcher closed his eyes, clinching his umbrella with his back to the alien; he could hear it start to cry again- as if feeling he was thinking about leaving.

“Please.. I’m all by myself right now- I don’t know what this planet will do to me!” She pleaded.

And that triggered thoughts to flood his head- she was an alien; is the government found out about her.. only bad things came to mind. Or what if she got road killed because she couldn’t understand crossing the road?

She probably doesn’t know much about this planet..

Taking a huge sigh, he finally caved in. Looking to the small little being, he extended his free hand. “Come on, kiddo..”

She smiled widely at the tall man, and he started walking off- keeping with his pace; the little frog followed.

“I’m Hakiki!” She smiled, “what’s your name?”

“You can call me.. Snatcher for now..” giving the small being a neutral look.

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This will be posted to Wattpad for now; Fanfiction.net, and Ao3 Soon!

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