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She Moved with Shameless Wonder; The Perfect Creature Rarely Seen - Sandie Collins Imagine [Last Night in Soho]

Title: She Moved with Shameless Wonder; The Perfect Creature Rarely Seen

Pairing: Sandie Collins X Reader

Based On: Foreigner's God

Word Count: 1,087 words

Warning(s): murder (self-defense), violence

Summary: Sandie meets an unexpected kind soul. Little did she know how protective and stubborn that kind soul could become when they saw something wrong.

Author's Note: This is the second story I've written where Matt Smith just gets decked. And they've been different characters.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Meeting Sandie for the first time was more of a coincidence than anything.

It started with me trying to simply be kind. To show an act of good faith to whatever new neighbors opened the door.

I had knocked on her door, only hearing muttering voices going back and forth on the other side of the door. I carefully balanced the plate I was carrying in one hand.

I almost felt shoved backward when the door opened.

There was no arguing that Sandie was gorgeous. She was easily the most beautiful person that I had ever laid eyes on. It was like a siren song. I had no choice other than to keep my focus solely on her.

I wasn't one to entertain the concept of fate, but I questioned it less harshly in that moment.

I tried to make it seem like I wasn't completely entranced by her. "H-Hi."

"Hi," she replied. Her voice was more inquisitive than mine. But I wasn't shocked by that.

"Sorry, I just... I moved in recently. Across the street," I vaguely motioned in that direction. "I wanted to introduce myself. Make a good impression."

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Honestly, you've been the only person to answer."

I forced an awkward laugh as silence filled the space around us.

"Well, I made brownies," I continued. I awkwardly offered them to her. "I'm (Y/n)."

She took the plate from me. "Sandie."

"Nice to meet you."

That was when a man stepped out from behind the door.

"Oh, hello," I waved at him. "I'm (Y/n)."

He reached out to shake my hand. "Jack."

He made me uneasy.

Something about him seemed off. His smile seemed false. It felt like the charm he showed would cause some kind of light in his eyes. But they were... dark. Strangely dark. Like any kindness he showed was merely a shell hiding something much worse underneath.

I tried to hide the nervousness with a smile.

"I'll leave you both to enjoy those," I said. "If you ever need anything, then I'm just across the street. I'll usually answer."

They both nodded to me.

I walked away with one more wave.

I didn't have many conversations with Sandie or Jack after that day.

I saw Sandie quite often. She would be coming or going around the same time that I was. We would wave to each other. A small sign of good nature.

At first, she seemed to only do it out of politeness. I could tell by the tightness of her grin and the abruptness of her movements. I never took it personally. She may have had more to her story than I knew. I had no right to assume that I understood all of her thoughts.

Over time, she seemed to warm to me more.

Her smile softened. Her eyes too. Her waves would be far less stiff and awkward. An act of politeness turned into that of friendship and some kind of shared respect.

I never intended to interfere with Sandie's personal life.

I had all intention to keep to myself and allow her to make her own choices.

But everyone had personal limits for things like that.

My limit was met one night.

I had gotten home later than usual. I was about to go inside when I heard yelling across the street. It made me stop.

I had heard couples bickering before. But this just seemed... different. Something was pushing me to go over there. To do something.

It was so out of character for me. But I still did it.

No one would answer when I knocked. I moved and slammed my shoulder into it. I was alarmed at how easy it was for the door to open.

The yelling seemed to get even louder.

I recognized Sandie's voice first.

I panicked, running up the stairs to find her. The door to her room wasn't locked.

I opened it to find Jack and Sandie yelling in each other's faces. He had his hands wrapped around her wrists. They both paused, looking at me.

"What the hell are you doing," I asked.

"Get out," he snapped at me. He only let go of one of Sandie's arms, twisting it a bit as he stepped over to me. "This is none of your business."

"It became my business when you grabbed her," I replied.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, it is!"

Sandie took the distraction as her chance to yank her arm out of his hand. That's when I spotted the knife nearby. My mind felt like it was going at the speed of light. What had he been planning that night?

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered.

He stepped closer to me.

I don't know what convinced me to do this, but I lifted my fist and punched him. It wasn't going to do much damage because I had never properly punched someone before, but it was enough to force him to stumble back a bit. I stepped forward, grabbing Sandie's hand.

"Come on," I told her.

Jack had already pulled himself back together, ignoring the blood running from his nostrils. He moved to grab at me.

I only managed to push him back. It felt like slow motion after that. All I truly saw was Sandie stabbing the knife into Jack's chest.

I went into shock after that.

She continued stabbing him. Over and over.

I didn't get my body to move for a moment. Not until I realized that Sandie was coated in blood and Jack was left on the floor. If he wasn't dead, then he would be soon.

I grabbed her arm. "Sandie, stop!"

She stopped moving when she felt my hand. She looked at me. Tears were built along the bottom of her eyes. She was shaking.

"It's over," I promised.

A sob escaped her. I carefully pulled her away from the body as I hugged her tightly.

"It's over, it's over," I kept repeating. "It's all done. You're okay."

I pressed a kiss to her head.

"Come on," I guided her to stand up. "We should get you cleaned up."

"What about him," she asked as we walked to the door.

I glared at him. "No one will miss him. Not really."

She took a deep breath.

"We'll take care of this," I continued. "I swear. We'll handle this. I'll protect you. As long as you're safe, I'll do anything."

She slowly nodded. "Thank you."

I let a grin pull at my lips. "Anything for you."

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Author's Note: I was trying to kind of hint that Eloise was there for this and had a hand in getting the reader over there for the fight. How'd I do?

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CHAPTER III - THE GREAT WAR

previous chapter...

content warning(s): smoking

chapter three

you drew up some good faith treaties. i drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone. you said i have to trust more freely but diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire.

the great war by taylor swift

January, 2022

THE rest of the night at the gala was uneventful. Her mother was angry enough just seeing Anika and The Marquis dancing. It was unacceptable in her eyes, so they went home. And that’s exactly what her mother had told her. It was all ridiculous, really. Surprisingly, her father was able to calm her down. Which never happened. Even on a good day. But Anika knew he didn’t do it for her. He did it for himself. For whatever selfish reasons.

Anika woke up quite early in the morning to meet The Harbinger at the café the Marquis told her about. Thankfully her parents weren’t home which meant she was able to leave without any repercussions. Part of her was worried but then she remembered that she was safe there. No one liked her parents, so she was safe. They wouldn’t be let into the café anyway. That much was true. Anika decided to walk instead of driving. It was a nice day, and she didn’t live to far from The Continental. Of course, there was snow on the ground, but it was sunny. She even got to see the Eiffel Tower in the distance. She smiled underneath her scarf.

Pulling out a cigarette, Anika lit it with her lighter. The nerves were too much, and she needed to calm herself down. Anika trusted the Harbinger. Wholeheartedly. But it was still nerve wracking. The Continental was right across the street from her, the café was attached to it on the side. As Anika approached the door, she let in a breath. She needed to calm herself down. The café was just like any other café but instead of euros, the currency was the usual gold Continental coins. After a few moments of silent panic, Anika walked inside. It was dark, barely lit up. Customers were hunkered down in dark corners.

Looking around, it didn’t take too long for Anika to spot the Harbinger. He was the tallest one in there, so she knew it was him. Plus, he was wearing his hat. As she approached the man, there was a cup of espresso in front of her seat. Anika smiled to herself. It was a nice gesture. After clearing her throat, Anika smiled at the Harbinger as she sat down. “Hello.”

The Harbinger looked at her. He didn’t smile but he gave her a nod. “Good morning. How are you, Anika?”

Anika smiled. “Fine. Nervous but fine.”

He nodded. “And the gala?”

Anika then frowned. “Awful, I can tell you that much. But I went and did what I had to do.” She stopped speaking, looking at him and she leaned forward. “Any news?”

The Harbinger nodded, taking a sip from his cup before speaking. “He wants to meet you tomorrow in the afternoon. Noon, to be specific. Chidi will pick you up and he will take you. The Marquis usually has afternoon tea so that is why you’re going then.”

Anika nodded at him. That was nice. Even it was only for business. Anika took a sip of her espresso, and the rest was silent. It wasn’t uncomfortable but instead, it was comfortable. Anika looked outside and it had starting snowing with the sun still out. This made her happy. Anika looked back at the Harbinger. A question was brewing in her head and part of her didn’t want to say anything, but her mouth beat her to it. “How did you get the scar?”

The Harbinger looked at her from his longing gaze outside. He answered right away. “I was an assassin for the High Table before I became a Harbinger. It was some time ago. I got into a nasty fight. They gave me this.” He pointed at his scar. He then lifted his hand, showing her his missing finger. “I lost my ring finger to show I was loyal to the High Table. It doesn’t happen to everyone except for the special few.”

Anika nodded. “Is it like a marriage to the High Table?” Her gaze was curious. Like that of a child’s.

The Harbinger nodded at her. “In a way, yes.”

It was silent after that. Taking the last sip of his drink, the Harbinger placed two gold coins on the table and stood up. Looking down at Anika, he cleared his throat. “Would you like to walk with me?”

Anika smiled softly at him. “Oui.”

After walking out of the café, Anika reached into her pocket to pull out another cigarette as they walked. The Harbinger couldn’t do anything else but study her action. “Those will kill you; you know?”

Anika shrugged, blowing out a cloud of smoke above their heads. It floated away from them before disappearing into the Paris sky. “Maybe that’s the point.”

The Harbinger stayed quiet for a moment. “If it means anything, I don’t want you to die. If you think you are alone, you’re not. There are people here who care about you.”

Anika scoffed. “Yeah?” She flicked some ash on the ground before lifting the cigarette to her mouth again. “Like you?”

“Me. The Marquis.” The Harbinger stood tall, putting his hands in his pockets. “You’re a brave young lady, Anika. You’ll pull through all of this.”

Anika abruptly stopped walking. She looked up at the man in front of her, her voice quiet. “Merci.”

The Harbinger nodded and they walked the rest of the way in complete and utter silence.

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ANIKA waited the next day for Chidi to pick her up. Thankfully, her parents weren’t home that day. She felt like a child. Having her parents watch every one of her moves. It was ridiculous. Anika didn’t wear anything fancy that day. Just a comfortable winter sweater with black pants. Chidi pulled up in front of her house seconds later after questioning where he was. Anika walked out the front door and down the stairs, quickly. Anika approached the car and opened the door to the passenger seat.

As she shut the door closed and got situated, she turned her head to smile at Chidi. “Good afternoon, Chidi.”

Chidi nodded at her. “Good afternoon, little lady.”

Anika smiled at him, looking outside as Chidi started driving away. “Are your parent’s home?”

Anika turned her head to look at him. “Non. If they were, I doubt I’d be here.”

It was silent after that, but the drive was nice. It was long and Anika fell asleep before Chidi gently shook her, telling her that they’d arrive soon. As they pulled into the driveway, Anika audibly gasped. The building was magnificent and large. Bigger than Anika’s house, that much was true. Chidi just chuckled at her reaction. He almost reacted the same way the first time. As the car was parked, Chidi exited the car. Anika didn’t even notice her car door open until Chidi said her name. The woman shook herself out of her trance and let Chidi help her out of the car.

Anika looked up at the home in complete awe. It was beautiful. That was the only word used to describe it. Chidi let Anika into the house. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. There were paintings on almost every wall in the home. Paintings you’d probably see in The Louvre. Anika wondered if that’s where they were from. The Marquis truly lived lavishly. After a few twists and turns, Chidi let her inside a room. It was a huge one. And at the end of the room is where he sat. From there, she probably looked like an ant.

The Marquis wore a complete blood red suit. Red, her favourite colour. Then she wondered if he did it for her of if he liked the colour too. Anika could see the desk, but she couldn’t see what was on top of it. He looked up from his laptop, nodding at Chidi behind her. “Merci.” His voice echoed through the room. As Chidi closed the door behind him, it echoed around the room too.

Anika looked around the room, still in awe. “This room really has an echo!”

The Marquis greeted her from the other side of the room. “Oui, it does. Now, please, come. Have some tea.”

Anika slowly started walking towards the desk, her heels clicked along the marble flooring. As she got there, she almost felt out of breath. Taking a seat, she got comfortable. “This room is really beautiful. The art is beautiful.”

The Marquis smiled at her. “I collect it. Some I buy from sellers. Some I buy from auctions.” He pointed around the room, looking around it as he did so. “I have many more like these around the building.”

Anika nodded at him with a smile. The silence was then comfortable for awhile before Anika spoke up. She wanted to quickly get to business no matter how nice this was. “There isn’t much I can report on. You saw me at the gala a few days ago and since then, nothing new has come up.” She said what was next with a sneer. “Unfortunately.”

The Marquis shook his head, his face turned serious with a hint of remorse. “I wanted to meet you here today because there is something I have to tell you, Anika.”

Anika looked at him with confusion. Her eyebrows scrunched up as she shook her head. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. The Marquis had thought it over. He had thought what he wanted to tell her over, and he decided to do so. Part of him knew that she wouldn’t care but he wanted to tell her what he knew so far. The Marquis stood up from his seat and he walked around his desk. He sat in front of her with his hands placed on the desktop. “I don’t mean to upset you. That isn’t my intention, but you must know this. It’s important.”

Anika had suddenly got worried. Had he changed his mind about the agreement? She sighed. “Just tell me. S'il te plait.” (Please). Anika leaned forward with a frown. Her face showing worry.

The Marquis stood up from his seat on the desk and he walked towards his laptop. After a few minutes of pulling up the pictures that Chidi had taken, he slowly turned the laptop around and showed her. He pointed at the screen. “This.” The Marquis watched her. He watched as her face went from confusion to shock and lastly, to anger.

Anika looked at the photos, her blood boiling. They had been pictures of her father kissing another woman. A woman that was not her mother. There were parts of her that were happy because she could use this against him but part of her was also furious. This was just like her father, and she didn’t expect anything else. “I can’t believe this.” Anika shook her head, the tears threatening to fall. “I don’t know what else I was expecting, truly.”

The tea in front of her was forgotten. Anika scoffed angrily. After, she reached into her coat pocket grabbing a cigarette and a lighter. As she did so, Anika looked up at the Marquis who stared at her. She finally spoke up after placing the cigarette in her mouth. “You don’t mind, do you?” After she finished lighting the cigarette, she placed the lighter back in her pocket, inhaling and blowing smoke into the air.

The Marquis was impressed. No, he didn’t mind her smoking. He was impressed at her attitude. The situation with her father upset her and she also couldn’t have cared less. “Non. I don’t mind.”

Anika shook her head, taking another inhale of the cigarette. She looked at the Marquis as he slid an ashtray towards her. “Merci.” She flicked the ashes of the cigarette into the ashtray. “I know for a fact my father was acting off, but I never thought anything of it. But now? I wouldn’t put it past him, la baiseur.” (the fucker). She put the cigarette to her lips again. She did the same thing. Inhaling and then blowing. She shook her head. “Where did Chidi take this photo?”

The Marquis watched her smoke. Just the way she did it, he found it captivating. “A hotel in Paris. It was where they usually frequented.”

Anika scoffed. “Usually?” How long has this been going on for?” She flicked more ash into the tray.

The Marquis thought to himself. “From what I have found so far, maybe a few weeks? A month at most, Anika.” He lowered his head as he looked at her more intently. The Marquis sat back down in his chair, turning the laptop back to him. “This is the most recent one. At the gala.”

Anika looked at him with confusion as he turned the laptop back around. She leaned forward more, taking in the photo more closely. Her eyes widened a fraction. “That woman. She works for my mother, I think. She is my age.” Anika was appalled. She got up from her seat, the chair sliding on the marble floor with a screech. She started pacing, still smoking away the stress. “I can’t believe this. I—Why would he do this to us?” Anika looked at the Marquis with fury. The question was rhetorical, so she didn’t expect him to answer. “Connard!” (Motherfucker!)

Getting up from his seat, the Marquis took a few steps closer towards her. His voice turned quiet. Comforting, in a way. “What would you like me to do?”

Anika didn’t hear him as she kept pacing back and forth, biting her nail in nervousness. He stepped closer to her. This time his voice sounded more rough, more commanding because in all honesty, he didn’t like seeing her this way. “What would you like me to do, Anika?”

Anika automatically stopped her pacing, turning to face him. She walked over to the ashtray and crushed the cigarette, the smoke drifting away. Anika stepped in front of him, tears running down her face as her voice was full of anger. Her voice shook. “I want to use this against him. I want to use this to our advantage. I need you to watch them as much as you can. I don’t care. I also want you to find out what this woman’s name is so I can—” Anika cut herself off.

The Marquis looked at her with question in his eyes. The last few tears dried on her cheeks, but her eyes were still glassy. He spoke quietly. “So, you can, what?” She didn’t answer him for a few minutes. The Marquis sighed quietly, flicking a loose piece of hair away from her face. “So, you can, what? I need you to tell me. Because I know you won’t and there is something you need to let go. So, tell me.”

Anika looked up at him, craning her neck up. She took in a breath. “So, I can thank her. So, I can thank her for giving me this opportunity to use this against my father. Just to further show that he’s a liar and a cheat.”

The Marquis smirked down at her. He could do that. “I will find out all I can. I can contact you when I find out more. Now.” The Marquis clapped his hands together as she backed up to sit back down in the chair. Him doing the same. “I’ve looked more into your mother’s company, and I’ve found something interesting.” He paused. “Her company works for the High Table.”

Anika just nodded. “I knew they did, but I wasn’t sure. But then again, she is the Vice-President. Do you know how she got to be like that?”

The Marquis had a feeling he knew. “The High Table trusts her.”

Anika nodded. “The High Table trusts her, so they gave her the position. What the company does, I really don’t know but I will find out. I just cannot believe that the High Table has been fooled by my mother. How could they be so stupid—” Anika looked at the Marquis, her eyes wide. “I—I don’t mean you. You’re the only one who has a sensible mind and hasn’t been hypnotized by her fuckery.”

The Marquis just waved her off. “I am not offended.”

Anika nodded, going back to the task at hand. “My mother has a conference meeting on Monday. She’s dragging me with her. I’ll find something out there.” She was about to speak again but her phone rang. She had no doubt it was her mother. Anika reached into her coat pocket to pull out her phone. It was, in fact, Valerie Dupont. “Fuck.”

The Marquis reached out his hand, but she shook her head. The phone still rang as she spoke. “At the gala, she told me not to trust you. This will make her furious.” The phone kept ringing and he still had his hand out, his eyebrow raised. With a sigh, she handed it to him. “Okay.”

The Marquis pressed the green button on the screen, he put the phone to his ear. “Bonjour.”

Valerie Dupont was shocked once again. “Marquis. I was not expecting this. Is my daughter with you?”

He leaned back in the seat, crossing his leg over the other. “Oui. She is. I’m sorry to take her away again.”

Anika stood up and got closer to the man so she could hear her mother. “I would like to know how you keep getting her phone.”

The Marquis cleared his throat. “I would like you to know that she is with me and not to worry about her. This might be a reoccurring thing, Madame. I want to apologize.” Anika’s eyes widened. “I just don’t want you to worry about your daughter.”

The woman paused. “Well, thank you. If you could send her back at a decent time, it would be greatly appreciated. Goodbye.”

The Marquis went silent as the woman hung up. He gave the phone back to Anika. “I’m sure that will tie her over.”

Anika took the phone back slowly. “How do you do that? My mother hates you.”

He held up a finger. “The thing with your mother—” The Marquis sat up, leaning on the desk, and looking at her. “Is to act superior to her. She’ll get frustrated and give up. Trust me.” He hummed. “It doesn’t take much, Anika. Your mother gives up easily when someone is more superior. Remember that. And so far, you have the upper hand.”

Anika nodded. He was right. That’s exactly how her mother was. Anika got up from her seat. “So far, we both have the upper hand.” With a hum, Anika turned to walk out but not before pausing. “After my mother’s board meeting, I’ll contact Harbinger. Oh, and…” Anika turned to face him, a smile making it’s way onto her face. “Thank you.”

The Marquis bowed his head. “My pleasure. Until next time.”

“Until next time.” Anika smiled, walking out. Her heels echoing on the marble tile through the large spectacle of a room.

The Marquis watched her leave, but he had something else to say. “Anika.”

Anika paused and turned around. She frowned in confusion. “Yes?”

The Marquis smirked and she could see it. “Next time you wish to smoke in my office, I will join you. And I want you to know, Chidi will be outside your home to watch if anything goes wrong. If your mother touches you in anyway, I want you to leave and go with him.” The Marquis stood up, walking halfway towards her with a hand in his pocket. “He will take you straight to me.” He pointed at himself.

Anika understood why he had an ashtray now and she smiled shyly at his generosity. This made her feel relived. Like a weight was finally lifted off her shoulders. It felt like she had a guardian angel in a way. “Merci. Goodbye, Marquis.” She gave him a nod and finally went to leave. She went back home with a smile on her face that day. She even had Chidi wondering why she looked so happy. Anika knew that now; nothing would touch her. Absolutely nothing. Because of him.

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midwintermothes · 8 months

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Chapter one is up on AO3 lovelies ;)

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ffiamgoku · 1 year

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Another amazing set of pics drawn for me by @konako for some of my MCU stories that feature Female Peter Parker (aka Penelope Parker) and Matt Murdock. (They are not shipped, Matt is like an older Brother to Penny) I had to upload smaller resolution versions of the pics here due to the Tumblr size limit

I love writing familial Matt and Penny, and Konako as always did such a great job bringing them to life here. Penny's design is based on Anya Taylor-Joy. (and yes, she's meant to not be using her web shooters, to find out why, you may have to check out the fics :D) Again Konako blew me away with her work on these pics (And I maaay have influenced her back into watching Xena Warrior Princess XD) Below are links to two of my stories featuring Penny: Some Reassembly Required A New Team: (Done Right)

Note: The stories are NOT Steve Rogers Friendly, or Wanda Maximoff Friendly and are Team Iron Man

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stormxpadme · 9 months

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Second part of this ask

Soft Smut Prompts 34 - “Tell me what you want me to do.” | Scott/OC

Oneshot now online here.

In which Hank has a hard time, patching Scott up after a mission gone especially downhill.

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 || 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫-𝐉𝐨𝐲

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯“

Inspo: Anya Taylor-Joy - Downtown

Pairing: Anya Taylor-Joy x Fem!reader

Summary: You heard stories of the center of the city that you had yet to venture. You just had no idea what one night could result in.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Slight dub-con, fingering, masochism kink, hint of voyeurism, and even a bit of fluff.

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DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

"Things will be great!” Your friend reassured. “Just come with us." You can't remember how many times your friend had asked you to go with her and her other friends. Downtown on a night like this would be amazing, was always what they told you. Hoping that if they told you stories from their experience, hopefully, you would become convinced and go with them for the night. Allow yourself to just relax from college and let loose.

Honestly, you'd been stuffing your head into the textbooks that littered your bedroom floor. Rarely ever leaving unless it was for class, bathroom, or to grab yourself yogurt and cereal. You hadn't even fully experienced the city that was waiting for you. All you had seen was what was presented to you in the cab when you landed and that's all. You hadn't left the campus ground, not once. Giving yourself that indulgence wasn't what you need (in your opinion at least). Instead, you do nothing but school and talk about school whenever your friend tried to get you to come out. To the point, you hadn't relaxed since the year started and you hadn't planned on ending that. Wanting to show your parents that they hadn't wasted their energy getting you into somewhere so nice to only fuck up.

But when you heard the stories your friend told you from her experience Downtown, in the center of the city, you couldn't help but be entranced. Envisioning the story of her walking down the sidewalks, neon signs for stores shining brightly with the beautiful addition of music from the traffic. Her and her friends laughing, having the time of their life and enjoying everything around them. It's like you could almost feel it, just if you reached out far enough, you would be able to obtain it.

It sounded almost entirely fictional, made up by your friend to only get you out of the dorm. And you would be lying if you didn't feel like you could already experience it. The description of it all is far too euphoric and almost like a drug haze to you, a very, very fantastic one. Just visioning it sent chills up your spine and brought a smile to your lips, furthering the desire you were getting to go. Walk the sidewalk, experience the beautiful neon colours that burn brightly in the night, listen to the music in the streets from the cars that passed and stores that had their doors open.

But, you still found yourself shooting your friend down, reminding her of the exam awaiting them early in the morning. Hating the fact that you had to continue doing this to her, hearing her let out a squeak of an 'okay' before exiting your guys’ dorm room. Going out to enjoy the night with her friends, leaving you to be the one to stay planted on your floor and study into the late hours of the night. Only to repeat the process every day after this one.

You wished you weren't so stubborn or such a party pooper. Despising the idea that you had placed yourself in a box that you couldn't get out of. Multiple chains hold you inside, keeping you from seeing what could truly be some of the most beautiful views in your entire life. And you hated that a part of you was fine with that.

Only, when you continued to sit there on your floor, fingers toying with the loose strands of thread from your carpet, do you feel conflicted. Eyes flickering to the window of the city, street lights glowing and lighting the sky in a warm orange hue, small additions of white from headlights. It beckoned you - called for you to come and see what was waiting for you. Telling you, "Forget your problems. Forget the loneliness. Come Downtown, things will be great!"

And as you stared out that window, bottom lip caught between your teeth, you caved. Knowing damn well that something beautiful was calling for you, pleading for you to make an appearance. Something within you needed to answer that plea, feeling just desperate to see it for yourself. So, getting changed out of your pyjamas and into some warm and casual clothes, you grabbed your dorm room keys and phone and you were on your way.

Following the directions, your GPS was giving you and being cautious of everything around you. Considering that you lived on campus and Downtown seemed to be 5 to 8 blocks away, you still felt the need to keep attentive to your surroundings. Feeling eyes on you within the darkness of the alleys, which added a tinge of hesitance to continue. But whenever you stopped, considering going back to your dorm to just study, you found yourself fighting it and just continuing. Putting a firm block on the idea of chickening out because of your anxiety. But somehow, you still felt a pair of eyes watching you and every step you made. And for whatever sick and twisted reason, you found excitement in that.

After almost a year of being stuck on campus, there had been rarely any of that. The only excitement you got was when your friend was out with her friends, leaving you to let out your stress and frustration in pleasurable ways. Loving the shivers that would run down your spine each time you touched yourself, but yearning for much more. So, walking out in the streets on a small adventure, feeling cold shivers run up your spine from anxiety, felt thrilling.

It seemed like that thrill and excitement wasn't going to stop since as you took a right, you were greeted by the bright lights of Downtown. Cars zooming by on the busy streets with people filling the sidewalks and crossing the small intersections. Laughter mixed with the sound of distant music playing, bringing the entire street to life. If you could compare it to anything, it would come closest to Bourbon Street in New Orleans. The difference was the fact that there wasn't a bunch of drunk people, naked women, and vomit sprayed on the sidewalk.

No, that wouldn't ever be able to match the beauty you saw. A wide smile etched onto your lips, almost painful as you couldn't hold it back. Eyes not able to focus on one singular thing. Only finding your gaze to flicker to the cars, bars that had music blasting in them and finally to the neon signs. They'd been far more extraordinary and brighter than your mind could've ever realized. Hell, your friend's description of it never could've done it justice.

From how the colours bounced off the windows below, reflecting the bright hues. Even the tiny puddle resting by the curb showed its beauty by its tiny or abrupt shimmering. Not to mention how beautifully it all looked at night with their colours lighting up the scenery and sky ever so slightly.

Now, it may be silly for someone to hear or see how fascinated and awe-struck you were by signs. But you had been described this atmosphere for so long, you had only dreamed of what it looked like and felt. So, with it surpassed your expectations, you couldn't help but be in shock by it all. It almost felt like something out of a movie or an unbreakable fragment of the past in the 70s or 80s that people were scared of taking away.

You had a bounce in your step as you walked past people who were enjoying their night. Searching for somewhere that intrigued you, completely deadset on staying for an hour or two and experiencing some of Downtown for the time you had left. After all, you had responsibilities for school and no one or anything would get in the way of that. So, when a fancy-looking bar catches your eye, you are quick to enter.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a live performance happening on the small stage at the back of the room. The music was calming and slow, a steady silence blanketed the crowd listening. Its warm and dark browns and oranges caused a shaky sigh to leave your lips, warmth slithering down your spine. Goosebumps erupt around your bare ankles, ankle socks barely peaking out around the hem of your shoe and the back of your hands shivering. You were quick to clasp them together as you stepped further into the quiet bar. It hadn't been what you expected, but something about the atmosphere of it brought any excitement to a steady level. Allowing your mind to be the balancing point as your body and heart could be considered the diagonal.

So, you just allowed yourself to scan your surroundings further. Taking in the faint beige flower decor walls, only being spotted by the small bulb of light coming from above each of the small unoccupied booths. Then there was the smell, a steady balance between the bitter smell of alcohol with the addition of something sweet, but you were unsure of what exactly it was. Only sure that the two mixed rather well and made you inhale deeply, mind becoming hazy as you stood there savouring it.

"You gonna stand there being weird or are you going to get a drink?" The bartender questioned, eyebrow raised at you as you opened your eyes and blushed.

"Um, yeah,” you answered shyly. “Can I get just a Whiskey? On the rocks?" Honestly, you hadn't been to a bar and you hadn't drunk alcohol before. You'd only heard that specific order in movies and TV shows because one person always had to at least have that order.

Thankfully, the man behind the counter didn't catch on to your inexperience. Went about and proceeded to create your order as you scooted into a stool by the bar. Hands fiddling with one another as you chewed on the inside of your cheek, legs swinging back and forth as awkwardness crept up on you. Everyone in this bar looked rich or had some form of income over the standard amount that any blue-collar worker would get. You wore a simple pair of vans, skinny jeans, a black hoodie with a denim jacket over top. To say the least, you stuck out from the other people that wore suits and fancy dresses with the addition of jewelry.

Then there you were, innocent, naive, and completely regretting your decision of even deciding on stepping into this bar for a little breather. You could feel the anxious shiver run down your body, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to refrain from trembling. But it had been the sudden sound of clapping from the crowd with whistles coming from a few men. Turning your head, you felt your heart stop for a moment as your eyes found the next performer stepping on stage. She seemed to be a familiar face as many people within the crowd clapped and exclaimed in excitement.

A soft silk dress hugged her frame, showing off the beautiful and sleek curves of her hips. They weren't crazy like some women's, but they were enough to have your hands twitching in your lap. Licking your lips and swallowing the lump in your parched throat. Finally eager to try and get a sip of some type of liquid, even if it was alcohol.

But the woman didn't seem fully there, eyes flickering to each face in the crowd. Seeming to be looking for someone until she finally landed on you. Looking awe-struck and completely innocent sitting in the shadows by the bar. Legs swinging like a child as you just stared at her, not fully grasping the fact that she'd caught you staring at her and that you continued to stare at her nonetheless.

It had been the bass guitar that took you from your thoughts. Blinking rapidly as the blonde goddess smiled at you, causing your heart to quicken. A few eyes from the crowd flicker back to you, some women and some men. You didn't notice as you watched the woman as if she was the only thing in the world. The only light in the world to guide your path down the long and vacant roads of life.

Wordlessly, the bartender nudged your arm, sliding your drink to you. Before you could grab it, your wrist was grasped tightly. The grip he had wasn't tight, but firm enough to have you giving him your full attention. "You shouldn't be here, kid," He whispered, eyes flickering towards the crowd and the woman performing, subtly watching you two.

"What do you mean?" You inquired, chuckling in complete confusion.

Since you hadn't left your campus in a while and didn't leave the house much back home, you didn't fully know the things happening in the world. Most didn't honestly. But out of everyone, it would've been you finding out something dark and sinister in the environment that threatened your well-being. And although the man hadn't said aloud what he meant or why he was warning you, you still saw the seriousness in his eyes. Picking up that you should probably listen unless you want something bad to happen to you.

"Just trust me, kid,” he replied. “You should get out of here. Before it's too late." He ordered, a few more eyes flickering back at you two in a warning and something else swimming in their iris. You were too confused and freaked out by the bartender to realize that more and more people were looking back at you, specifically. Including the performer who snapped her fingers, and multiple stage lights shutting off beside one that stayed lit above her.

"When you're alone and life is making you lonely you can always go...Downtown."

The lyrics had your eyes snapping forward at the woman, lips parting. Both yours and her eyes connect with a smile appearing on her lips, mic resting in her grasp gently. Breaths eased to a steady pace with your once thundering heart slowed. Becoming lost in the woman who looked heavenly and far too good to be real.

The once-tight grip the bartender once had on you disappeared, him slowly backing away and bracing his hands against the edge of the bar, bowing his head. His eyes shut as people from the crowd slowly turned to face you. The sight came straight out of a horror movie, but something beautiful as well. You had no idea the trap you had been pulled into and how much planning it had taken to get you here, finally.

"When you've got worries all the noise and the hurry, seems to help I know. Downtown."

You felt entranced, everything blurring with this woman becoming the only thing you saw. Body numb as your eyes stayed fixated on the woman who stepped down from the stage. Her voice was beautiful, angelic, and soft as she sang. Each step she took got closer and closer to you. With the looming threat of the woman and many others within the bar. But something about her made you forget that each time it popped up. The aroma gracing your nose makes you sigh in contentment and allows your body to relax. It was a mix of vanilla and strawberry, your two favourite things.

"Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city. Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty. How can you lose?"

She now stood in front of you, lips curled into a soft smile as she towered over you. Brown eyes bore into yours as you watched them flicker to bright orange, being the second red flag for your mind. Lips soft and plump with a new gloss that you dared to even attempt to reach up and touch. Everything about her beckoned you to touch and feel. Almost to make sure she was entirely real and that you weren't just having some sick twisted dream.

"The light's so much brighter there."

The softest touch of the woman's hand cupping your cheek had you inhaling sharply. The tiniest smile appeared on your lips, embarrassingly, you mewled, leaning into her touch. Humming gently, finding yourself becoming sucked deeper and deeper into a lul that you didn't want to recover from. High off the smallest of touches and pieces of attention. What nearly made you pull away, blushing like a schoolgirl had been the woman's thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

"You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares."

Before any more of this drug could be given to you, you were snatched from the high and back to the reality from the sound of a slam. Everyone in the building went silent and turned towards the bartender that glared at the woman standing between your legs that she had subtly parted to fit herself between. Her hand once holding your face now resting high up on your thigh. Right where it always was meant to be.

But you sat frozen, eyes flickering between the woman and the bartender that stared one another down. "This isn't right, Anya." The bartender hissed, arms flexing as he gripped the edge of the counter.

Anya. Something about that just seemed fitting with the woman who stood right in front of you. Looking like the bartender had interrupted one of the biggest moments of her life. Little did you know, that had been the case and Anya wasn't going to have anyone ruin it any further.

Which was when Anya grabbed the man by the throat. There hadn't been enough time for you to grasp before blood splattered across the bar and onto you with Anya ripping the man's throat out. You flinched when the liquid splashed and hit your face. Large droplets slithering down your cheeks and forehead, warmer than what you'd expected. What you hadn't expected was to open your eyes and find Anya - the goddess you would worship under different circumstances - lapping at the blood that stained her hand with her eyes closed. Face twisting as she spat the crimson from her mouth, tossing the pound of flesh aside.

When her eyes opened and connected with yours, she grinned. Crimson smeared around her lips and stained her teeth. "Nothing is ever going taste as good as you, dove," She muttered, resting both her hands on your knees. "Well, after I get my first bite of course." Anya's face drew closer to yours, chuckling at your frozen and pale complexion. Taking a mental picture of the blood that was speckled across your face so beautifully, resembling something close to freckles. "So, what do you say? Will you let daddy get a taste of you?" She whispered, laying soft and gentle kisses and nips along your jawline before finally getting to your pulse point. Hot breath fanning your neck causing your stomach to churn painfully.

The aura Anya gave off was overwhelming, maybe not in the ways you wanted them to, but it still hit you like a tsunami. Especially if the tsunami was the arousal pooling between your legs and soaking into your panties and only beginning to appear in your jeans. You felt disgusted by the fact that you had a person's blood on you. When you got back to your dorm, you were going to shower until you were sure it was all gone from your skin. And after you were finished having a complete mental breakdown when you fully grasp the situation you are experiencing. If you survive this.

The only problem in this situation was the fact that your arousal hadn't slipped past Anya who smirked. Hiding the fact that just that simple scent had been implanted in her mind forever now. Remembering watching you through your window as you touched yourself and sat outside your bathroom to listen to you moan in the shower. Those moments had swirled around the inner workings of Anya's skull for months now. All she had done is sit and watch, nothing more and she just wished that she could be the reason for you feeling that way.

Now, that wish had come true and she was on the edge of letting loose. Bending you over the bar and fucking you until you were dumb. She had to fight back the urge to latch onto you right there and such you dry. But she couldn't stop her canine teeth from baring, protruding and ready to pierce your delicate skin. "I can smell you, dove,” she husked. “I can't wait to get my hands on you." Anya whispered, hands sliding up the inside of your thighs and towards your pussy that was thankfully covered by two layers, yet begging for the attention and friction.

Your response hadn't been the best in mind but got the point across with you shoving the woman- vampire back and sprinting out of the bar. Hearing the snickers of the other bystanders that had watched the entire incident. Whilst you ran down the relatively empty street of Downtown.

"Why didn't you just stay home? You knew something like this would've happened, but nope. Your dumbass decided to go out." You panted with chastising comments spilling from your lips. But while you beat yourself over the head with words you were sprinting down the street, looking for any possible shortcut that could cut down the trip you had ahead of you. Panic riddled your nerves as you stutter with each step, which didn't play in your favour at all leading to you tumbling to the cobblestone sidewalk.

Hissing in pain, but quickly racing to your feet and continuing to run, not daring to slow down and look behind you. All you know was that the adrenaline masked the glass shard lodged into your upper right thigh. Crimson beginning to seep around the object and soak the denim around it. You hadn't noticed as you were more focused on trying not to be killed along with the bartender who seemed to have died because you were there. A pang of guilt that would weigh heavy on you when you fully grasped it, but the least you could do was try and get away.

Sharply taking a left down an alleyway, fear prickled your body as the lights outside the buildings you ran between flickered. When they stayed on a second longer, you found you had met a dead end. "Oh, no, no, no,” you panicked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You hissed, looking around for somewhere else you could go, but as expected, nothing. If you survived this, you would have to explore the city so if there was any chance of you going out again - very unlikely - you would know your way around.

But fear shot waves across your body upon the sound of humming. Spinning around and only seeing the figure of Anya appearing around the corner that you'd come from. Her steps are slow and methodical.

"So go downtown."

You were quick to thank the darkness and the lack of light from the lamps around you. Quickly diving behind a dumpster that reeked of moulding food and bodily fluids you weren't exactly wanting to focus on at the moment.

"Things will be great when you're, Downtown."

Closing your eyes and cupping your hands over your ears, trying to block out the beautiful voice belonging to Anya. If you'd picked up on it within the seconds of thinking about it, her weird-ass abilities had been able to cause you to grow numb by her gaze and voice. So, as much as you would love to hear the classic song and stare into those orange flames that were her eyes, you wanted to live.

"No finer place for sure."

Her heels clicked against the concrete. Bouncing off the alley walls around you as you curled into a ball. Tucking your knees to your chest as you held your breath, the hum even louder and closer.

And then there was silence. A painful and uneasy silence invaded your body as you trembled. Daring a single peek and it had been the biggest mistake of your life. As you were met with those alluring orange orbs that had the addition of Anya's beautiful smile.

"Hello, love," she whispered. "No more running, baby."

Her grasp on your arm had you crying out in pain. "Please," you pleaded. "Please, don't kill me. I'll go, you'll never see me again and I'll keep my mouth shut."

As soon as your back had been pressed against a brick wall, the woman's hand caged you in. Her head dips down to your neck and inhales deeply. You had to hold your breath, getting the fragrance only for a mere second that nearly had your legs folding beneath you. You couldn't lie to yourself and say this woman wasn't intoxicating. It would be a blatant lie and a personal insult toward the woman.

"I never said I would kill you, love," Anya whispered. "I don't want you running away from you. Not when I finally have you in my grasp. I'm never letting you go."

Her hands found their place on your hips, a leg slipping between your trembling legs. A sharp inhale unapologetically slips past your lips, whimpering at the soft laugh that left Anya. “So weak,” she husked. “I would never hurt you, sweetheart. Trust me.”

“You killed that man, at the bar.”

“That was no man.” Anya’s laugh was gracious, yet so haunting and wicked in its tone that you didn’t know how to feel. “He was a wolf. A mere dog that I could smell the arousal he felt when seeing you.”

“That doesn’t make it right.” You whimpered, feeling the faintest flex of Anya’s thigh. You were drowning and you were desperately hoping that something would pull you from under.

A scoff fell from her lips as she sniffed your neck. Rubbing her face in your scent, feeling a consistent buzz all around her. You blinded every single ounce of her senses. But all she could smell was you. All she could feel was you. And she wasn’t taking any of it for granted.

“Do you often care about people so insignificant to your life?” Anya’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear as flexed her thigh, grabbing your hips and rolling them against her limb. A moan tumbled from your lips before you quickly placed a hand over your mouth, masking them behind your trembling hand.

You didn’t want this. This wasn’t at all what you had wanted to experience in your night. Just a night of walking around Downtown and exploring was what you sought out. But now, you had a vampire ready to kill you or fuck you. At this point, you didn’t know which was worse. Just based on the repercussions of what might happen after.

“Don’t get lost in those pretty thoughts, sweetheart,” Anya whispered. “I want you to have your full attention.”

Breaking past the hem of your pants, her hand met your clothed core. Grinning when finding you completely soaked with your walls having finally come done from her initial touch. “See?” She husked. “You’re already so wet for me, baby. Just imagine what else I could do for you.”

It wasn’t like you had a choice in this matter. Because there were two parts of you conflicted with your current situation. One was thrilled by finally getting some action in general. But the other was afraid for your life and hated the idea of experiencing such euphoria and then being killed. After all, this would only be your second time having sex.

But it seemed when her fingers rubbed harsh circles into your clit, every worry seemed to be drowned out. How reactive your body was to her touch didn’t help your situation. Each inch she touched only set your body ablaze with shivers running up and down your spine.

“A-Are you going to kill me?” You managed to stutter out fearfully. “If you are, please, just get it over and done with.”

Anya was surprised by such a question. She thought that you would’ve figured it out already. But perhaps she hadn’t explained it well enough for you. Especially with how fast she was going.

Moving the cloth protecting your soaked entrance, she lathered her fingers up in your arousal. Watching your face contort into many expressions of pleasure with your eyes shutting from such bliss. Until she carefully pushed two fingers into you, groaning at how tight you were around her digits. Feeling your walls clamp incredibly around her.

“I don’t want to hurt you, love,” she whispered. “From the moment you were born, you were destined to be mine. This isn’t a decision I made. I’ve given you time to hopefully prepare you for this day, but nothing would ever truly prepare you. But this is the way things are. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

She didn’t know if you were even listening based on the countless moans tumbling from between your lips. Not that she was complaining though. Something about your tone of voice and how it sounded full of pleasure got her off. And depending on the way your walls clamped and squeezed around her fingers, you seemed to be nearing your edge.

Curling her fingers, she sped her movements. Pounding her fingers into you, stretching your aching entrance and pressing against those spongy walls. Eliciting a cry from you as you grasped her arms in hopes of grounding you. But the way she was sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body, you weren’t quite sure you would be able to stand any longer.

And that was a fact when Anya pressed her thumb to your clit. Sending your mind into a white-hot blaze as your choked on your own breath, legs trembling as you came apart on her fingers. Anya watched in awe of how beautiful you looked in such a blinded and fucked out state. Barely 3 minutes had it taken her to make you cum and she was ready for a few more times. Which only told her that you were far too dangerous in someone else's hands if they got to see you like this. She needed to watch you come apart on her tongue and on her strap. God, all the things she had in store for you.

But she allowed her mind to clear of such desires and slow her fingers down to carefully help carry this orgasm. Your legs twitched, fingers tensing around her defined arms with quiet whimpers being muffled by your pursed lips. Eyes heavy as you leaned your head forward against her shoulder.

Until, finally, it all stopped and you felt your legs get swept out right from underneath you. Able to still make out the beautiful features of the blonde as she smiled warmly down at you. A foreign sight when you’d been so used to that evil and lustful look in her eyes. You preferred this over anything else in the world.

“There is a whole life for us to live, my love,” she whispered. “And I can’t wait to show you it all.”

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