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3 Times Jake Lockley Tried to Kill You and 1 Time He Saved Your Life

Part 3 of 4 - Hands

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Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader

Summary: Jake can't waste any more time or he will be the one who ends up dead...but killing you doesn't come as easily to him as he'd hoped

Word Count: 2.8k

Content: nsfw, mdni, more below the cut

Frottage, groping, choking, language, glove kink, dry humping, violence, murder, a surprise guest, not beta'd

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He invaded your mind almost every second of the day.

Who was he?

Why was he toying with you?

When would you see him again?

You needed a drink. Several, in fact. So, for the first time since the night before Jake's first "attempt" on your life, you descended upon Chicago's nightlife with your friends. Your so-called friends anyway. You didn't feel incredibly close to anyone, but the girls provided a decent enough distraction for drinking, dancing and gossiping.

Tonight your dress reflected none of your typical classy air. The cut and fit of the outrageously tiny garment scandalously displayed the rage roiling inside you.

"If your father sees a photograph of you like this, he'll kill you," one of your bodyguards warned.

Kissing your teeth, you climbed into the awaiting car. "If I tell him how you just ogled me, he'll kill you."

That shut him up.

Still, he had a point. Your father liked to think he still had some sway over how you conducted yourself in public. Well, fuck him. Because of him, someone wanted you dead.

Someone you desperately craved to see again.

Three drinks and several dances later, the slightest bit of tension began to ease out of you. The flashing lights, thumping bass and strong alcohol blurred the worry and frustration, at least for the moment. Your two so-called friends and their hookups had already vanished.

Then you felt a gloved hand wrap around your bare arm as a warm body crowded in behind you.

"Dance with me," he breathed on your ear, gripping both your arms and pulling your back against the solid wall of his chest.

All the air rushed out of you - a wild, raging kind of relief confusing you. Danger surrounded you - it seemed to roll off him - but your lowered inhibitions had you rubbing yourself up against him before you could even remember to be afraid.

The rhythm of his body instantly matched yours, the two of you moving in delicious synchrony as he gripped your hips, corresponding to the heat and vigor of your grinding.

"I don't know you." Your head fell back onto his shoulder as your lips chased his ear, so he would hear you over the club's thump and roar. "I don't even know who's trying to kill me - not even your name."

Jake's smile teased the shell of your ear - his stubble temptingly tickling your flesh. Maybe he was growing his beard back out.

Pushing his hands down over the tops of your thighs, he spread your legs apart, as you danced up on him. Tracing his gloved fingertips back up your legs, he halted when he felt a gun situated in a thigh holster.

His cock, half hard already, stiffened against the curve of your ass. "You kept it," he rumbled into your ear, leaving the weapon in place. "Good girl." He then dragged his hands up over your hips to wrap securely around your abdomen, holding you almost like a lover would. "Did you have as much fun with the gun as you did the knife?"

Normally, you would have spat back a reply full of snark and cursing, but, the alcohol had smoothed your rough edges for the moment. "I had more fun this time," you admitted freely. "Fucked myself with it. Came so hard."

"Jesus," he whistled, grinding into you with obvious intention, while you gladly rubbed your barely covered ass up and down his length to the music's pulse. His hands crawled up to your breasts as he realized how far beyond his control he'd let you take him.

He'd never behaved so unprofessionally, allowing a mark to slip away twice, even encouraging you to protect yourself, with his own weapon, no less.

And now, probably walking right into a seductive trap, his cock hungry for a good fuck, tense and ready after images of you fucking your sopping cunt down on his gun filling his mind. He wanted you more than anything. No one had made him feel so out of control...well, ever.

There was no hiding what the two of you were doing now - with Jake groping both your breasts and thrusting wildly against you. Despite the debauchery around you - your own vulgar display was beginning to draw some attention.

"Not here," you said forcefully, shifting away from him, feeling the slightest victory that he seemed to really want you - to actually be distracted and overcome with desire.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Jake gripped your hand and led you to a much more secluded spot, darker, up against a wall. Not entirely private, but better.

Caging you in, the heat of his body trapped you there, sturdy thighs pressed against yours as he adjusted his hips to rut his cock up against your core.

You mewled out a whimper, your legs falling open for him.

All he wanted was to sink his teeth into the meat of your neck, suck his mark there and push into you until he came, just to get some goddamn relief, but he feebly held onto his last shred of self-preservation.

The air between you shifted drastically making you instantly regret pausing your dance out in the middle of the floor.

"No more games," he gruffly warned, gathering your wrists and pushing them over your head, easily holding them in place with one hand.

His free hand slid back down the length of your arm to the top of your breast, which you hoped he would fondle indulgently - instead, he shifted back up to wrap it around your throat.

Cold eyes bore into yours as his jaw twitched with something like apprehension.

"No," you quickly choked out before he squeezed.

Dark eyebrows arched and in his gaze, you saw the storm of conflict. But you were losing him.

"This ends tonight," he huffed, nodding once as if trying to convince himself as much as you.

Gone was the fire of your sensual dance. He wasn't getting off on this. He wasn't playing around. He was here to finish the job.

"P-lease..." you gasped, desperate for air, hating yourself for begging. Although, it actually worked. He eased off, if only a fraction. "I'm s-sorry," you whimpered, tears slipping out of your wild, terrified eyes. "I'm sorry about your brother. Please..."

Jake's jaw clenched as his eyes flashed with something unrecognizable. Maybe hesitation. Or doubt. "He was just a kid," Jake spat. "Your father is a monster."

You could try to struggle against his compact but strong frame. You could hope to signal your bodyguards that beneath the music’s roar and the dim lights, a murder was about to occur.

But you found that you wanted him to decide not to kill you.

"I know," you whimpered, nodding quickly. "I know what my father is. What he's done." Sniffling, you squeezed your eyes shut as fresh tears spilled over your lashes. "Do what you have to do if it will give you peace. But just decide." This life-or-death edging was pure torture. And you only hated yourself for how badly you wanted him. "Please don't do this to me anymore."

Suddenly, Jake's entire demeanor changed. His shoulders stiffened, body tensing as his dark eyes flickered all around you.

"There's someone here," he breathed on your ear, finally, officially removing his hand from your throat.

"It's a club - there are tons of people here - "

He shushed you, releasing your arms from over your head, pushing your shoulders up against the wall instead.

"Shit," he hissed. "They're here for me." His boss was apparently tired of waiting.

His eyes found yours. "I'm Jake." Wetting his lips, his eyes flickered down to your throat and back. "I'm...obviously I'm not going to kill you."

Reaching for your thigh, he patted the gun you had stashed there. "This loaded?"

"Y-yes," you stammered, reeling from...everything.

"Good. I'm going to lead them out of here," he explained. "They're after me because I haven't finished the job." He locked gazes with you again. "So they might be here for you too."

"Nice to meet you, Jake," you huffed with a slight pout, your usual fire extinguished by the emotional whiplash of the evening. "You're just a ray of fucking sunshine. Been a real pleasure."

Before he could fire back a protest, you grabbed his jacket and pulled him close. "My bodyguards are right behind you. You really are off your game."

Then you kissed him, hard. He tried to pry himself free, to assess the danger, but the heat of your tongue and the tangle of your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck made him forget this entire shit storm for a few heavenly moments - the taste of you more delicious than he could ever have imagined. You sucked his tongue so hard he almost lost his balance.

He finally broke the kiss, eyes darting wildly, trying to get his bearings.

"Kiss me again," you commanded. "My bodyguards think we're hooking up. They won't fuck with me, trust me."

Jake's chest heaved with desire and trepidation. His boss had definitely dispatched two men that Jake had spotted so far. "I'm not worried about those idiots. We have a much bigger problem."

"Where?" You gasped, your hands twisting hopelessly in his jacket, holding onto him as if you were afraid he would vanish again, leaving you afraid and weirdly sexually frustrated.

"My nine o'clock and eleven. Don't look."

You chewed on your lip, resisting the urge to do just that.

"Trade places with me," you ordered, "up against the wall. Let me hide you."

"It won't work - "

"Turn the fuck around, Jake," you commanded, your eyes flashing. "I don't think they've spotted you yet or we would be dead already." Jake quickly traded places with you, pushing his back up against the wall and dipping his knees as you practically climbed him.

A rush of air passed his parted lips as you pressed your breasts against his chest, draping yourself over him. "Trust me - they won't be looking at you - not while I'm wearing this dress."

You shifted your hips until you could feel his hard cock press against your core, right where it felt so good. If you were in this world of shit because of Jake, you might as well enjoy it.

"Now make them believe there's nothing to see here but my ass," you breathed on his ear, barely finishing your sentence before his gloved hands gripped your backside, pushing you down over his length as his mouth fused with yours.

Fuck. The seam of his pants caught on your clit, through the flimsy material of your lace thong. The roughness of the lace only added to the sensation, sending sparks of pleasure up and down your spine.

And his mouth, god. His lips were as soft as you imagined - predictably demanding, and the stubble of his chin scraped and tickled you deliciously. His tongue rolled hot in your mouth, luring you into a salacious tangle of breathing and sucking and tasting.

The rhythm your bodies shared on the dance floor quickly returned - two moving as one in a wild, writhing tangle.

Sucking his tongue, you moaned into his mouth, rubbing your clit over the outline of his tip with increasing vigor, fingers tangled hopelessly in his curls.

Jake could feel you chasing your orgasm - he knew he could make you come like this, but you might not understand the reality of how much danger lurked around you both.

He couldn't kill you now. He realized, as he tilted his head and flexed his forearms along the curve of your back - he didn't even want to kill you - not even for revenge. Not to hurt your father back or avenge his brother.

And not just to fuck you either. A fire burned in you - something rare and wild and beautiful and he didn't want to be the one to extinguish it. He understood now that he couldn't accept anyone else hurting you either.

You panted his name, tugging hard on his hair, your heated breath temptingly falling on his throat.

"I got you baby," he found himself murmuring. "You gonna come for me like this?"

"Fuck you," you gasped, but he heard no venom in your curse as your mouth sought his again.

His protective and survival instincts crawled through the hazy fog of lust, prompting him to tear his mouth from yours, touching his forehead to yours as your wild panting tickled his lips.

"They'll kill you," he gasped, pulling you into something of a protective hug. "They're not like me. They won't miss. They won't stop. We have to go. Now."

Shaking yourself out of your near-orgasmic state of bliss, you gripped his jacket once more, trying to think clearly.

"Isn't that what you want, Jake?" You asked him seriously. "For me to die? To hurt my father?"

You pushed hard on his chest, but he trapped your hands.

"Listen to me," he hissed. But he paused, swallowing hard as he regarded you, as if for the final time. "I'm going to lead them out of here - "

"Jake - "

"Use your weapon if you need to." He nodded over your shoulder. "Your closest bodyguard is maybe ten paces on your six. Walk straight to him and get out of here. Call your father."

"Jake, you can't - "

His mouth crashed into yours desperately, tasting your lips one at a time before he licked into your mouth hotly, folding you against his chest with one arm. His free hand gripped your jaw as he kissed you for one more indulgent moment.

Easing back, he stared deeply into your eyes before using his teeth to pull his glove off. He pushed it against your chest.

"Something to remember me by...or maybe play with." He managed a wink before brushing his fingertips over your lips.

You realized then that he'd never really touched you before - not without gloves on.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he went on caressing your face - your chin, your jawline - raking his fingers over the curve of your cheek. "Now go. Don't get hurt because of me."

He tried to push you away, but you clung to him. "Jake...will I see you again?" You asked with trembling lips, your eyes darting over the handsome contours of his face.

He shook his head. "Not unless you want me to finish the job."

"You asshole," you seethed, gripping his glove in your hand before shrugging one shoulder, trying to pretend you didn't care. "At least I got a new toy out of it. Good luck not getting yourself killed."

With that, you turned on your heel and walked straight to your bodyguard, and away from the inept assassin named Jake.

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Jake woke up in a warehouse on the south side of the city.

The night had started out well enough - getting to see you again - to touch you, kiss you...

But had turned bloody. Deadly. Apparently.

Jake hissed, feeling haphazard stitching feebly holding together the gash on his side, attempting to get a good look through his brand new black eye.

"Fuck," he hissed, realizing he'd missed a few hours. He blacked out after he left the club. And woke up here.

An empty beer bottle sat nearby - along with various other bits of trash from whoever partied or slept here last.

Jake noticed his reflection in the glass.

"I would've taken care of it," he offered up a protest to anyone who might be listening.

But he knew why his deadly alter fronted. It was them or him. Or you. They were after you as well, and it was his fault.

His sluggish mind finally registered what might have happened while he was absent from the body.

Jake grabbed the beer bottle, barking an accusation at his dim, distorted reflection. "Did you hurt her?"

Shit. Marc Spector did not fuck around. If you were a mark, he would finish the job if he thought the body was in real danger. He didn't come around often, not nearly as often as Steven, but he was probably the reason Jake was still alive after all these years.

"Answer me, Marc. Is she alive?"

Marc didn't answer. He never answered. He protected.

Jake should have sliced your throat the first time he grabbed you in that park. Saved himself the trouble.

No one was worth all this shit.

But if that were true, why was he panicking? He had to know.

So he would try to see you one more time. Then he would surrender the body to Steven and let him live in London like he wanted.

Coming up: The conclusion to 3 Times...

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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Do you have any recs where Derek is absolutely in love with stiles but, stiles is completely oblivious? If you know any other fics like that but a different ship I'll take those too!

Yeeeesss!

Hindsight (Ok yeah, it all makes sense now) by Eternalsterek24

(1/1 I 3,269 I Teen)

In hindsight, Stiles should have recognized that the pack was keeping something from him. The problem, though, was that when you have weird friends, you don’t think anything of it when they act weird.

Game On by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 14,968 I Teen)

In which Lydia and Jackson produce the world's cutest baby, and the pack goes crazy-- the good kind of crazy. Except for Derek, who is afraid of tiny cute babies and Stiles who plans to be the best Uncle ever. Even if Danny called dibs on Godfather.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

(5/5 I 35,458 I Mature)

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

To Build a Pack by Arieanna

(9/? I 53,294 I Mature)

Derek feels a pull in his chest, and it's a pack bond to Stiles. He thought the young man had betrayed him along with Scott, but finding out the truth, he makes Stiles a part of his pack. Now, with the pack coming together in a healthy way, they help Stiles discover that he's not just a sidekick, but a major player, and more important than Scott had ever given him credit for.

The more Derek pulls Stiles into the pack as his second, though, the harder it is to ignore the feelings that he's been having for the boy since they met. Stiles, on the other hand, has fallen out of love with Lydia, and can't figure out just why that happen

All the Weird Kids (Know How to Take it Slow) by Ionaonie

(26/26 I 112,477 I General)

Stiles never thought being part of a werewolf Pack would end up being so normal. Even being around Derek had a degree of normality about it. Even if he was still an overbearing jerk most of the time.

run and hide by whiry

(36/36 I 174,966 I Teen)

"Unlike Derek, Stiles still remembers the first time they met. He remembers the confusion at the pull in his chest, tugging him to the boy with big ears and light eyes. He’d been in the grocery store with his mother and Derek with his, and they had all been minding their business, but Stiles had a niggling in the back of his head directing him toward Derek. And when their eyes met for the first time? Stiles’ heart about exploded. He remembers grabbing his chest and gasping and his mother running over and Derek’s mother running over. The boys didn’t even say anything, and poor Derek looked so confused, and Talia and Claudia simply looked at their boys, looked at each other, and immediately set up a time to meet. And that was how it started."

or, stiles and derek suck at being mates, a new threat comes to town, and stiles has to desperately try to save everything he's ever loved from total destruction all while trying to get through his sophomore year unscathed.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #oblivious!stiles #pining!derek #anon

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dilxcc · 1 month

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chapter eight

summary. in which two friends who desperately clings to each other until the other slips away . . .

contains. fem!reader, friends to lovers, this chapter contained some suggestive stuff, fluff, slowburn, cussing, grammatical errors . . .

a/n sorry if this chapter is short 😭 i promise the next chapter will have fluff (they might made up) ALSO I MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THIS BOOK FJKHASJHDHA

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the old satoru wouldn't believe it. he wouldn't believe the fact that he had kissed you and pulled away almost immediately, saying that it was a mistake.

he left you heartbroken despite you finally giving in to him. your hand was quick to catch his hand. "what do you mean this was a mistake?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "it was a mistake. you don't have to worry. it's not your fault," satoru explained quickly, not once turning around to meet your eyes.

the grip you had on his wrist loosened and he took it as a sign to leave. "yuuji is alive," was the last thing you heard from him.

you thought that after what he had said, he would act the way he had always act with you. but you were wrong. the thing that you're most afraid of had happened again. it had repeated it's history.

you could only push aside your personal feelings even when the two of you walked passed the hallway and act like a stranger. you were sure that fushiguro and kugisaki were confused as to why the satoru gojo hadn't been clinging onto you for the whole day just yet.

"miss, did you have a fight with gojo-sensei?" the girl asked. "you kids just focus on getting strong. this is nothing you have to worry yourselves about," you quickly brushed away her question.

you can't believe how in love you are to the point that you would cry every night before bed despite saying that you were fine to shoko. and if you're given a chance, you would like to at least slap his face once. just to let him know your pain.

satoru felt his heart clench at the sight of you. how it sped up every time you walked past him. how did you ever get more beautiful than before? or was it that you've always been this beautiful but it was just him who didn't realize it?

he regretted kissing you that day. it wasn't that he didn't enjoy it. hell, he wished he could kiss you forever. but he was afraid. the satoru gojo was afraid that he would be too greedy and only want you to himself. he was afraid that you might change your mind and that resulted in his heart breaking. was it really wrong that he was trying to protect his heart despite how badly his decisions hurt him?

the face you made when he said the kiss was a mistake - he didn't even have to look to know how much it had hurt you too. so why was he still running away? why was he so afraid of the love that you would gladly give him if he let you?

he snapped out of his train of thought, hands still shoved in his pocket as he walked into the pastry shop. every time he sets his eyes on a pastry, he thought to himself, would you like it if he bought you this?

satoru started walking mindlessly, going into multiple shops and coming out empty-handed. though at one particular shop, he went inside and stopped for once. it was the shop where the two of you used to hang out with suguru and shoko during high school. he smiled to himself, remembering how you, him and suguru would get in trouble for skipping school while shoko didn't join you because she for one, doesn't need any more trouble in her life.

his smile dropped once again and he left the store, walking mindlessly down the street again. his eyes landed on a flower shop and smiled slightly at how you reminded him of roses. how beautiful you are yet dangerous when not held carefully.

if he were to be born again after he died, he wished to not hurt you - to not make you cry and make you happy instead. he hoped that it wasn't too much of him to ask - that it wasn't selfish of him to ask for that.

"satoru, do you ever think of love?" you asked randomly, your eyes focused on the book you were reading. the white-haired male pretended to have pondered on your question. it was obvious to himself that he thinks of it every day, every hours, every minutes and every seconds. it was getting embarrassingly pathetic at how much he was thinking of you.

he had thought that you were a form of love in his eyes. "yeah. why do you ask?"

"well, i wondered if we're ever going to get married since we're..." you trailed off. "we're bound to die early," you smiled. "die early?" satoru scoffed. "you're not going to die early. i'm here," he said. it was short and simple. but his words put your heart at ease. "and i will be seeing you get married," he smirked.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "no way. you'll ruin my wedding," you said playfully, nudging his side. "i'll let you ruin mine," he smiled softly. "what's this? the satoru gojo is thinking about marriage?" you said in a teasing tone, your eyebrows slightly raised at the revelation. he shrugged his shoulder, brushing away your teasings. "everyone thought about it at one point, i'm sure,"

"then if you ever have any kids, i will make sure to tell them how uncool you actually are," you stuck out your tongue at him mischievously.

a single tear managed to slip down his cheek. he was surprised. he hadn't shed a single tear ever since the death of his dear best friend. it spoke volumes at how much you meant to him.

he quickly wipes away his tears, clearing his throat before letting his feet wander on their own.

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demonslayedher · 3 months

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Things that went through my head while watching this episode:

--The episode in which Kamado Tanjiro tries and fails to be a supporting character

--And he tried really, really hard too! After all, Genya is his friend (according to one of the two parties involved), and now he understands his dream. I do kind of wish they had a moment when Genya could explain, "I want to be a Pillar because only Pillars can meet Pillars" so that Tanjiro can reply, "No you don't, you just have to be in trouble! Here, Nezuko and I will help you stage doing something bad!"

--Genya makes the best confused noises--as well as the best desperation noises. But the way his confusion is so abject that it slows down the whole pace of a tense episode so we can truly feel the way the gears in his brain (which pounds super fast with how powered he is by adrenaline) is great, and it's even better how many times that happens in the span of a few minutes.

--Still, the difference between Tanjiro and Genya, when it comes to capability in battle, is palpable. Genya is not incapable--not by a long shot!!--and has earned this rank in the Corp by doing a whole lot more than eating demons. He isn't afraid of hard work, and his isn't willing to give up, but he is not as adept at analyzing a fight and fight and adapting on the fly. He is a throw-everything-got-and-then-keep-throwing-anyway kind of fighter who wins based on his own gumption, but being so driven by that heightened emotion has its limits.

--And what's key to Genya's character is that he knows it. While Himejima has surely had a good influence on his temper, but Genya accomplished character growth in a matter of minutes which Inosuke took more time to begrudgingly sort of figure out. In this episode we see Genya go from "I'm going to be a Pillar (and I hate you)" to "I can't do it. I'm leaving it to you." Way to be a bigger person, Genya!

--I wish we knew how old Genya and Sanemi were in that flashback. In order for Sanemi to have had enough time to go through Wind Breath training, climb the ranks, and becoming a Pillar colleague to Kanae, this was at the very least six years ago. What was Genya doing all that time before he entered the Final Selection?

--Also, I love Genya's maturity so much in recognizing that if Sekido kills him there, he'll leave Sanemi with those hurtful last words exchanged between them, whereas Genya's gets to comfort himself by seeing Sanemi's kindness and smile as the last thing in his life flashing before his eyes. Only a kind person would find that unfair.

--Remember how this episode aired, like, on Mother's Day? Yeah. Yeah.

--This....... flashback, man. It was done good but that's why I'm sad.

--One some other notes: Tanjiro's swords still glows hot red, he pulls the mark back on with ease and the effect is noticeable, and in that chase scene with Hantengu, I love how we see his expression change and adapt as the situation changes. I also love how among all his ongoing analysis of Hantengu and his weak points and how to avoid being overtaken by the Ki-Do-Ai-Raku attacks and how to locate the true body and catch up to him, he has not bothered to analyze what's going on with Genya whatsoever. It's a non-issue.

--Little Nezuko wave after "don't kill my sister, btw," ily.

--Skimper-skampering little Hantengu is still something I find very, very funny.

#KnY Rewatch #my art #shinazugawa genya #shinazugawa sanemi

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Desperate (sex and zombies- chapter 14)

pairing- {Daryl x fem!reader}

summary- You find yourself needing a helping hand.

warning- 18+ content, immediate smut, no plot just absolute filth, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, slight crybaby reader?

notes- If you are here for the overall plot, this scene would be placed back in the prison, before things actually pick up with Rick. During the week while they are ignoring each other because he lost it on her.

*For that sweet anon who wanted another Daryl chapter; I assumed you liked 'transient' because of his attitude and dirty talk, so I tried to keep that in. Let me know if this satisfied your needs <3

You laid there, shaking and whimpering like a little bitch. Overaware of your own sounds, covered in a light sheen of sweat, with the sheets kicked to the edge of the bed. Hand in your shorts, and fingers stuffed up your cunt as far as you could manage. It wasn't enough. You'd been at it for an hour at least. Breathing all heavy and fucking your own hand, trying to find some kind of relief in the heat of the non air conditioned prison. Sexually frustrated from... well everything really. Rick mostly. Him losing it on you. You were avoiding him like the plague, afraid to make him any more mad. Afraid that he'd hold a grudge, and that you'd never even have a shot with him. As silly as it sounded, it is what you'd wanted from the start, so you really didn't want to fuck up your chances now.

You picked up your pace, bucking your hips further onto the three digits you'd managed to fit in your sopping wet pussy. A pool of slick had already dampened the sheets below, proving just how desperate you were to finish. Fuck. Why can't you finish? It's not like you'd never touched yourself before. You knew your own body. Right?

You were just stressed. At least that's what you figured. Stressed from the farm, and being on the road, and then the prison. Everything that had happened since arriving. It was really dampening your mood.

You let out a frustrated cry and bit your lip hard, trying to contain your emotions, still finger fucking yourself as fast as you were able to, but every time you thought you were close, it would just disappear. A salty tear slipped down the side of your face. Oh my god. How pathetic are you? You can't even make your own self c-

"Hey- Oh shit."

You ripped your hand out of your shorts and immediately went for the sheets, pulling them up to cover your embarrassment.

"What the fuck Daryl, have you never heard of knocking?!"

"Sorry I didn't know you were- I thought you had a headache..." Daryl stood, rather awkwardly right at the entrance of your cell. The curtain swaying slightly from where he'd just interrupted your, not so peaceful, privacy.

"I did-" you took a deep breath. You actually did, a few hours ago. And then you woke up feeling much better and weirdly aroused from some dream you couldn't quite remember. So you thought, what better time then to rub one out while no-one would bother you.

Your whole face was on fire, the humiliation of the situation setting in completely. "Just get out please." You covered your eyes with your hands and the sheet, attempting to shield your entire self from his gaze. No way were you coming now.

"Were you- uh, were you touchin' yourself?" His mouth was curled into a funny little smirk.

"Get. Out. " You said through your teeth, this time looking up at him, giving your absolute best death glare.

He stepped closer, confusion forming on his brows.

"Were you crying? " He asked, taking a couple steps closer, making your whole body burn bright red. Ohmygod just leave already.

"No." You quickly wiped away the wetness on you cheek.

"Well it looks like you were crying."

"I just- can you get the hell out please. Fuckin' seriously."

"Hey," his face softened at your tone. "I'm not tryna be mean okay. I was just checking up on you. Thought I'd bring you some water." He waved the bottle in the air, the sound of the liquid splashing around inside the plastic.

You didn't answer, instead just trying to focus on your heart rate that wouldn't calm the hell down.

"Why were you crying?" He asked, really sincere this time.

"I can't-" you sighed again. Pulling your knees up and burying face as you admitted the reason. "I can't finish. It's- I don't know, it's like I'm broken or something."

"You're not broken," He sat on the edge of the bed, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was way too close for comfort, and the fact that your sleep shorts were soaked through with your own wetness didn't help. "You're propably just stressed. A lot's been happening."

You nodded into your knee, not caring to make eye contact with the man. You'd asked him to leave a million times already and he clearly wasn't listening.

"You want some help?" He offered, hand coming up to your calf, gently squeezing it.

You scoffed an almost laugh. "Um no. I want you to leave."

"You uh... You sure?" His eyes travelled down to the wet spot on the bed, which you quickly moved to cover with your leg.

"Daryl I swear to fucking god-"

"Hey-" he moved forward, hands on your legs, pushing them apart and leaning in to you. "Relax. You've helped me out once or twice, c'mon. Let me. Last I checked, you can finish with me... Unless you've been fakin' it or somethin'..."

"Ugh." You fell back in frustration, head hitting the cushiony pillow below. "You don't get it. I've been trying for an hour and it just like..." You tried to come up with how to describe it. "Like it's never enough, I get so close and then it just... it hurts."

"So you gave yourself blue balls?"

What a freakin' boy. "Yeah, I guess if that's what you wanna call it." You rolled your eyes, propping yourself up on elbows, seeing him in between your legs. A patient look on his face. His bulging muscles extra apparent in his tight black long sleeve. Jesus Christ he was just making it worse.

"Try again." He suggested.

"I've been trying Daryl. It's not fuckin' working."

"Just," he grabbed your hand, and positioned at your core. "Let me see. Try again. Touch yourself."

The second the words left his mouth you felt a jolt in your pelvic muscles. His energy shifted from playful to possessive.

"I don't really-"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He counter argued. True. Though it felt different. More... intimate. Being on display wasn't really your thing.

"C'mhere." He tugged at your legs, pulling you down the bed and settling himself on the other end, one leg crossed under himself as the other hung over the tiny mattress, foot planted on the ground. "Take your shorts off."

You still felt the pink on your cheeks but the thought of actually finishing did help tame some of the embarrassment. You shimmied out of the shorts, tossing them to the ground.

"Shirt too."

"Daryl-" You warned. He was pushing boundaries for sure.

"Take the shirt off." His eyes were dark and you couldn't help but stare at the very prominent outline pulling at the denim of his jeans.

You swallowed hard and took the top off in one fluid motion, nipples immediately forming little peaks on your supple breasts. He licked his lips, hands twitching, ready to touch you, but holding back. Situating himself even further into the mattress.

"Well go on, show me what you were doin' before I walked in here."

You shook your head at him.

"Do it. Or I won't touch you at all. Is that what you want? Do you want me to leave you here all hot and bothered? Or do you wanna come?"

"I wanna come." You whispered. So quiet it was a shock he even heard.

"Then go on. Show me."

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. Trying to escape into the marshmallowy mattress. And despite your reluctance, your fingers trailed down your stomach and reached your clit. Rubbing it a few times and falling on a circular pattern. Breath steadily moving your chest up and down, as you went to grab at your nipple with your other hand. Pinching it a little, trying to emulate what Daryl often liked to do to you.

"That's sure hot n' all, but it definitely ain't what you were doin' when I walked in."

You let out an unintentional sound at the thought of him watching. The thought of him being turned on by you touching yourself. You moved your hand even lower, middle finger dragging through your wetness and back up, spreading it onto your clit. Then dipping down again and inserting one digit. You swore you could hear Daryls breath hitch. You continued pumping in and out and soon added another finger.

"Look so pretty like this, all wet and needy." He said, his own hand finally making its way to your leg. Pushing you open so he could see you even better. "How's it feel?"

"Uh- It- It's ok," You grunted out, curling your fingers towards yourself, trying to focus on the end goal and not the way he was staring right into you.

"Relax your shoulders." He demanded, shifting around on the bed. "And breath." You did as he said, not realizing how tense you were. You stayed there with your eyes closed and your mind started drifting to thoughts about his own fingers instead.

"I don't think it's working Daryl." You huffed as you slipped your fingers out, rubbing them both on your clit from side to side.

"It's workin' for me." He quipped. A hand now on your thigh, squeezing down on the muscle of your quad.

Another tear escaped your eye with a shaky breath. What the actual fuck was wrong with you.

"Aw baby, don't cry." He leaned over you, an adorable smirk plastered on his face, as he wiped the frustrated tear from your face. "Why don't you keep rubbing and I'll try and help you out, okay? I ain't gonna leave you here like this alright?"

You nodded pathetically up at him. His dark hair falling into his eyes as he dipped down and placed a sweet kiss on your belly.

"Don't you fuckin' tease me Dixon I swear-"

"-to fucking god, yeah, I know." He kissed downwards once more, closer to where your hands had come to a stop, right above your clit. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

You whimpered. Absolutely aching for his beautiful eight inches to be filling up your cunt, destroying your cervix and making you cream all over him and those jeans he always kept half way on.

You kept rubbing fast circles onto your puffy nub. His own hand moved to your slit, startling you a little, at first. But as soon as he had three fingers, knuckle deep and fucking right into your sweet spot, you could barely form a cohesive thought. Just Him. His pretty blue eyes, his biceps flexing as he worked you into a writhing mess. His deep southern voice whispering a plethora of dirty little comments. One in particular, telling you to shut the fuck up before Rick walked in and caught you being a desperate little slut. It was working. Whatever he was doing was clearly working, because you could feel the extremely overdue orgasm starting to build. The familiar feeling of a knot forming in your stomach. Ready to unravel.

"How are you so good at that?" You asked him through laboured breaths, involuntarily fucking yourself onto his hand. Not that he minded. His eyes were glossed over and locked in on what he was trying, and very much succeeding at doing.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He ignored your question.

"Yeah I'm - Yes. yes." You would. At that pace you definitely would. He moved your hand out of the way and dipped down, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to your clit. He huffed out a laugh against you at your reaction. Tightening around his fingers and letting out the most pathetic sob he'd heard all day. The vibration of his laugh sending you into orbit. He sucked on your clit as he curled his fingers, physically pulling the orgasm right out of you. Your head shot up off the mattress and your hands went right to his hair, keeping him held down, "Don't stop, Don't stop-" You moaned, feeling your core shake as you finally climaxed. The orgasm itself lasting a record breaking amount of time, until the tongue on your pussy was just too much and he pulled his fingers out, glistening white with your cum.

"Think you made a little mess sunshine." He said, licking clean each of his fingers. The sight making your stomach do a backflip. You could feel the rest of your cum on the sheets below, all wet and gooey. You could already go again. Actually you needed to. Even though you had finally finished, you wanted him. To feel every thick inch of him fucking you into another mind blowing orgasm.

"You got one more in there for me?" He asked, as if reading your mind. Leaning himself back up and starting at his belt.

"Yes daddy." You clamped both hands onto your mouth. Why the fuck would you say that? His eyes got all big as he grinned at your response.

He chuckled, "Y'know I won't make fun of you for that today, with you cryin' and all, but I hope you know I won’t forget that."

You groaned. Knowing it would come back to bite you in the ass. "Please can we just-"

"I got it." He pushed you back down, settling between your legs. His cock seeming a lot more intimidating than you previously remembered. Standing proud in his hand as he jerked himself a few times, aligning himself between your legs. He pushed himself in, throwing his head back as he grunted. The pressure making you both moan.

"So fuckin' wet for me aren't you?"

"Yes, all for you Daryl, so fuckin' wet..." you trailed off, eyes rolling back into your skull. He fucked you hard and slow, drawing it out nice and long. He was so used to quickies in a car or in the basement of an abandoned house, that he'd forgotten what it felt like to actually fuck someone. To really experience it. And was he ever experiencing it. His pupils completely blown, watching you squirm on his cock. His shirt pushed half up his abdomen, hands gripping your thighs and positioning them wherever he wanted. As soon as he had them up and over his shoulders, that tight, burning sensation hit the sides of your nose, forcing a few more tears out of your pretty doe eyes. Out of pure pleasure this time instead of pain.

Eventually he moved both your legs to the side, contorting you into a twisted mess of sobs. Grabbing your face and forcing you to watch his pelvis slam against your asscheeks over and over. That's it. With the grip on your jaw, and his cock buried deep, you let out a raspy moan, tugging on the comforter until your knuckles were white, signalling you reaching your climax. You didn't even have to let him know. You let the feeling wash through your core as he fucked you through it. He pulled out quickly and shot thick white ropes onto your skin and the sheets below. Too far gone to care that you'd need a shower, even though you'd already taken one that morning.

"Fuck." You whispered, as he collapsed down next to you, pulling his boxers back up.

"Yeah..." He was out of breath, Just laying next to you, hand moving to tickle a pattern onto your knee. You grabbed the sheets, pulling them up and wiping off.

"Hand me that sweater, will you?"

He grabbed the oversized sweater off the ground, handing it to you, you slipped it over your head and climbed halfway over him, reaching into your bag and grabbing some clean boy shorts, slipping them on as well. Then collapsing right back next to Daryl. To rest your shaky legs.

"I told you, you aren't broken." He tickled your thigh, biting back a laugh as you smacked his shoulder.

"God you're such an asshole." You chuckled along with him.

"What's that baby? You think daddy's actin' like an asshole?'

Your smile dropped and you could almost feel the tears forming again. "You promised..." He'd already forced a few too many emotions out of you for the day. You just didn't have it in you to take the jokes at your expense anymore.

"I'm sorry!" He put his hands up in surrender. "Seriously!" He smiled sweetly at you. You let him take your hand, pulling you up off the bed. "C'mon, let's go get you washed up. They're probably making' supper right now."

The entire time you ate, he kept grazing the bare skin of your thighs, toying with the hem of your sweater and glancing at you through his peripheral. It was a miracle that no one asked why you were blushing so hard.

#smut #twd fanfiction #sinsandsweetness #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #sexandzombies #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl fanfiction

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frickingnerd · 1 month

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let me love you (until you learn to love yourself)

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader

summary: awaking from a coma, you find shinjiro at your side, blaming himself for what happened to you. but your words manage to get through to him and offer some comfort…

a/n: fighting the feminine urge to put in a plot twist that the reader was dead all along and shinjiro is just hallucinating to cope (I DIDN'T DO IT, I SWEAR! THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING!!!)

“please… wake up again, please!”

a quiet voice echoed through your dreams. it sounded distant at first, but with each passing moment, it seemed to be getting closer. clearer. louder.

“you have to wake up again…!”

you felt someone squeeze your hand. at first, you could barely feel it. but as you seemed to slowly wake up, you could feel someone desperately clinging to you. as if they were afraid you'd slip away, if they didn't hold you tight.

“mmhh…?”

you opened your eyes, only to quickly shut them again, when you were blinded by the cold light of the room. the light gave your headache and you were barely even awake! still, you blinked twice, trying to open your eyes again. and that's when you spotted the person sitting next to you on what seemed to be a hospital bed.

“s-shinji…?”

the boy's head hung low and he had been mumbling to himself, before you woke up. when he heard your voice, his head shot up and in the blink of an eye, he had pulled you into a tight hug. you winced in pain, your entire body hurting. but shinjiro barely even noticed, as he began talking.

“i'm so sorry, this is all my fault! i wish i would've never left you alone! if… if i knew this would happen, i would've never left you alone!”

you gently wrapped your arms around shinjiro. he was clearly distressed, but you couldn't quite remember why. you knew there was something you were forgetting, but with all the painkillers in your body, you struggled to think straight and remember what had happened to make you end up here.

“it's okay… i am okay, shinji!”

you weren't quite sure if you were alright. but you were still alive! so it couldn't be that bad, right?

“n-no, you…”

shinjiro only clung to you more. he gripped the cloth of your shirt with his fists, desperately holding onto you. and then, you felt his tears dripping onto your clothes.

“this is all my fault… if i had never left you alone – if i had never left S.E.E.S., then i would've been there to help! you never would've gotten hurt, if i was there. i would've protected you, but– but i wasn't there. god, why did i leave? why did i leave you alone, risking your life like that…?”

shinjiro's sorrow turned into anger.

as you pulled away from him, you could see his furrowed brow and that look of self hatred in his eyes. it wasn't the first time he looked like that. that october night, when he lost control of his persona. he had that same look in his eyes that night…

“this wasn't your fault…”

you gently brought a hand to his cheek, wiping away his tears. shinjiro looked at you surprised, but then his eyes reverted back to that look. he was in utter disbelief how you could show a monster like him such kindness.

“you have to stop blaming yourself, shinjiro. none of this was your fault. you're a good guy…”

shinjiro couldn't accept your words. he softly shook his head, before turning away. your hand that had been resting on his cheeks slowly sunk.

“i– i can't forgive myself. no matter how often you say that it wasn't my fault… i don't think i could ever forgive myself…”

you hadn't seen shinjiro this honest before. you knew that he lived with regret and guilt, but he had never admitted to it this openly before.

“if you can't let go of the past… then make sure that this past won't become your future”

shinjiro turned back to face you, confusion written on his face.

“if you keep isolating yourself, you'll just pile up more and more regrets. like being unable to save me…”

shinjiro seemed to be listening to you now, so you brought a hand back to his cheek, gently caressing it. instead of pulling away, he melted into your touch, closing his eyes and leaning against your hand.

“isolating yourself won't stop bad things from happening. it'll only stop you from preventing them! you can't do everything on your own. so, please… let us help you. together, we can make sure you'll never have any regrets again! let us carry your burden, shinjiro…”

your words finally seemed to have reached shinjiro. his face softened and tears began to roll down his cheeks. only this time, he began to smile softly, as he wiped them away.

“you're right. thank you…”

shinjiro softly held your hand, pressing a gentle kiss onto it, before looking at you again. and this time without that pained look in his eyes. this time, his eyes were brimming with fondness and affection.

“thank you, for saving me from myself. if it wasn't for you, i'd never allow myself to be happy again…”

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tcfactory · 3 months

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imagine the horror sy would feel when he gets to see the aftermath of sqh meeting mbj. he was nervous and jumpy before, now hes terrified. theres bruises and breaks and black eyes that he desperately tries to play off as being clumsy. sj is paranoid and scared and yq is broken and traumatised. he gets to see the first flinch from "a-lou". he gets to see the flinch and sweat when someone asks to see yq's sword. they're all so scared. and he was content to just watch.

(Continuation from here)

The situation with Shang Qinghua is even worse once all of this crashes and burns, because it starts when Sang Qinghua is still a disciple and Shen Yuan is a peak lord. He's around for that, he could have prevented it from happening, but he didn't. He was really harsh on 'villainous, 0 IQ canon fodder', so when he sees that his An Ding shidi's new head disciple is a nervous wreck clearly hiding bruises and injuries, he simply thinks

"Oh, so that's the sect traitor. Must be really shit at both of his jobs to get beat up even by Mobei-jun, hah! No wonder he will be killed eventually. Serves you right, sucker."

and moves on with his day. Because why should he care about this shitty little backstabbing NPC? He treats this experience like one of those studio tours, where you can walk through all the set pieces and look at all the costumes laid out all nice before they start filming a show. Nothing here matters, the Plot will come and he has nothing to do with it (was Shen Qingqiu's shizun even named in PIDW? He doesn't remember, so probably not.), so why should he step in and change things? What if he messes with the set pieces (like chases Mobei-jun off) and it changes things. Like Mobei-jun never sets off the attack against the Immortal Alliance Conference and Luo Binghe never gets unsealed? No, better not meddle.

That, of course, comes back to haunt him when he realizes that all of these people around him are actually people. The detachment coming from his cultivation, age and the System's framing of the world as 'expanding on lore' really made him forget that he's not the only person in this setting. In the case of Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu he was ignorant, but in the case of Shang Qinghua he willingly looked away.

Shen Yuan ascends and as god of secrets he suddenly has extremely detailed insight into what all these people are trying to keep the most hidden about themselves - their fear, their pain, their shitty horrible backstories WTF Airplane-bro - and at that point he can't pretend anymore that they are all just the equivalent of papier-mâché trees.

And it really seems to be fear that makes this abusive cycle go around. Mobei-jun is afraid that his family will kill him (as they are actively trying to do) and Shang Qinghua is too good to be true, so he hits him. Shang Qinghua is terrified that Mobei-jun is going to hit him too hard in one of his fits and he never wakes up again. Fear, fear, fear everywhere.

Except for Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe, even as a child, is not afraid of the abuse or his shitty shizun. He's confused, disappointed, unhappy, but all of that is going to distill into hatred and resentment - and that's when Shen Yuan knows that he has to do something, he has to step in, because none of his scared beasts stand a chance against the thing festering behind Luo Binghe's angelic little face. He's the Protagonist and he's going to revisit every slight upon them a thousandfold.

Shen Yuan, who now has an intimate understanding of their emotional states and motivations (despite very much not wanting any of that, System, he just wanted to watch the Plot from somewhere safe!) doesn't want that. He doesn't want more pain and he doesn't want Luo Binghe to succumb to the hate and madness that's already starting to take root in him. He deserves better.

They all deserve better. And if he was too self-absorbed and stupid to prevent it, then all is left to do is try and salvage what he can.

Lucky for him, there's a lot of wiggle room in 'ascended master has foreseen a horrible calamity and descended to try and prevent it' so he has a lot of rope to work with, but it's going to be a difficult thing to set things right.

He has to stay as Shen Qingqiu too, no, System, he's not arguing about that, do something so Shen Jiu can't come back to his position right away (initiating: teen devil Jiu scenario - he's going to be fifteen and those not in the know will fully think Shen Qingqiu just separated into his good and his horrible attributes during his deviation, but his shitty self is somehow younger) and he has to do a good job of being a caring Shizun this time around. He has to be the one who steps in and stops the abuse.

All the while the people he's trying to protect the most are looking at him with fear and suspicion, because he sure as hell wasn't a reliable, trustworthy adult before, so trying to do it now when it looks like he has essentially stolen Shen Qingqiu's body during a qi-deviation so he could insert himself into the situation easier is... not a good look. At all.

He would have lived the rest of his life happier if he never had to see Shen Jiu break down crying because after how hard he worked and fought for his position and cultivation, his fucking deadbeat shizun descended and stole it all from him for the sake of convenience. His body is the same state it was when he first joined the sect and he doesn't care about Shen Yuan's awkward suggestions about plants and whatever to fix his wonky foundation, he will have to do all his breakthroughs and everything all over again and it's just too much. Part of the meltdown is definitely the body, with its teenage hormones and the mood-destabilizing effects of demonic cultivation still in his system, but he's not wrong. Shen Yuan has jumped into this, once again, without considering how any of the other people in the scenario feel and he destroyed whatever minuscule amount of trust Shen Jiu had in him.

Keep up the good work, host! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

#svsss #tc writes

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dixbolik-lovers · 1 year

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Ooh, could I ask for some Pet AU (mixed with ABO “everybody is an Omega” AU) headcanons with the Sakamaki brothers getting purchased as a bed-warmer type for a powerful & rich Alpha?

The boys expect to be treated badly, “used” immediately, and then thrown away, but the Alpha gives them their own private room and various items the Alpha somehow knows they favor and tells them that “Even if the boys are who Readers going to take to bed whenever he’s in rut, Reader isn’t going to be cruel to them, and will treat them like he would if they were Readers actual mate.” and “That they are free to ask for anything they want/need, with their only obligations being attending dinner with Reader once a week and spending time with Reader during his rut to satisfy Readers instincts” (And reader means that in a perfectly pure way, as they later learn when Reader calmly reads a book with them while he has their head resting innocently on his lap, perfectly satisfied)

Shuu

He's absolutely expecting the worst, whatever that may mean. Shuu does not have high hopes for how he'll be treated in this home, but it's not like there's anything he can do about it. Thus, it's better to just keep his mouth shut and try not to make trouble for himself. It definitely comes as a surprise when you treat him so gently, though— he has no idea how to respond, especially when you have no intentions of using him in that way. There's nothing to do but accept it, though, so he doesn't resist the kindness.

Reiji

Despite the unfortunate nature of this placement, Reiji is determined to do his best to be exceptional, as always. He's internally terrified of what might be done to him, but that's nothing that he has a right to complain about. It's a terrible shock when you don't go along with what he was expecting, though, and it ruins all of his carefully laid plans for how to gain your favor. And yet, at the same time that he's beyond confused, he can't help but be relieved that you won't be treating him as he'd anticipated.

Ayato

He's beyond excited to finally have a home... but what he thinks is going to happen with you is more than a little intimidating. While he remains eager to please, Ayato is also highly nervous around you. Or at least, right up until he realizes that you're being nice. At that point, he doesn't know what to think at all. Everything he's been told says that you should be using him however you see fit, but instead, he's just getting... spoiled? It's way too strange, but he's still desperately grateful for the much-needed attention.

Kanato

With his looks and dynamic, Kanato expects to have exactly one purpose with you. And he's terrified of that. As much as he wants to have a home, he also doesn't want to be hurt— and he's expecting the worst. When all you do is coddle him, though, he doesn't know how to respond. This isn't what should be happening, but he's so starved for the kindness that it's hard to remember that he needs to stay on his guard. In the end, he gets attached to you much too quickly and trusts much too easily.

Laito

He has a very clear idea of what he's good for, by now, and expects things to be no different with you. Laito doesn't hesitate to come onto you. In his mind, it's better to get used to what you'll be doing to him quickly... except, you don't do anything he's expecting. In a lot of ways, the kindness makes him uncomfortable. It's not right at all, and there's no way he can trust that the bizarre behavior will last. And yet, a part of him is still so very desperate for this rare, foreign kindness you're offering.

Subaru

He's expecting the worst when someone like you purchases him and has resigned himself to trying his very best not to cause any problems because of it. When you first get him, Subaru is horribly tense around you. He's afraid of lashing out or doing something wrong, or worse, what you could do to him— but instead of any of that, you're just nice. At the same time that he's uncomfortable with it all, there's relief in not being used like he expected, and he soon finds himself a lot more attached than he wants to be.

Kino

Knowing his history of getting on people's nerves, Kino is fully anticipating doing something wrong enough to have serious problems. He knows exactly why you bought him, too... except, you're not doing anything that would go along with that purpose. In the end, he's just terribly confused. It's not bad to be treated like this, but there has to be something else coming, right? There's no way you can really just be this nice to him, not when the context says that you should only be using him as yours.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Sakamaki Shuu #Sakamaki Reiji #Sakamaki Ayato #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Laito #Sakamaki Subaru #Kino #Headcanon #Reader #ABO Au #Pet Au #Lemon

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miyamiwu · 8 months

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Not so much a theory but just me trying to make sense of everything that's happened so far. This will be a stream-of-consciousness dump.

LINK CLICK S2E8 SPOILERS!!!

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So remember how, in season 1, when CXS changed something in the past, it would later reflect in their present? In the kidnapped child case, kid!CXS and adult!CXS had appeared at the same time. In the Xu Shanshan case, the gang received a mysterious call, which turned out to be because an alt!CXS had issued a challenged to red-eyes in the past.

So with that in mind, we can just focus on one timeline—the one being shown to us. Any changes made in alternate timelines would reflect in the present that the audience sees.

Our current present is LG saving CXS from being kidnapped, resulting in him taking his place.

Qiao Ling had hypothesized that maybe that wasn't Lu Guang but an alt-timeline!CXS because LG seemed more physically strong.

For this hypothesis to be true, CXS has to dive into the past as Lu Guang and rescue the past!CXS in one go. (A photo can only be used once.)

The chances of this going correctly is slim. Without Lu Guang, Cheng Xiaoshi has no idea what's gonna happen while in the dive. He didn't even know what object Lu Guang used to break the window (it was definitely not the kettle!). Also, does he even know where to find a speedboat? How about driving one? And if you had looked closely in the LG and LTC fight, you can see that LG was always trying to avoid being touched by LTC. That means he already knows how his ability is activated. On the off-chance CXS manages to reach past!CXS on time, it will all be for naught anyway coz he won't able to defend against LTC.

That's why I think Qiao Ling is wrong. It was never an alt!LG. It was the real Lu Guang all along.

As for how to explain his improved physical state... well, that's something I don't have an answer yet for. I do believe in the alt-timeline/future Lu Guang theories, though. If LG is from the future, maybe he's had some time to train.

Another theory of mine is that LG didn't actually suddenly got better at martial arts. He just knew how Li Tianchen would move, so he was able to defend against him. (Maybe LG can see the future).

Or maybe Lu Guang had relived this rescue many times and only now did he finally get it right. (Time loop maybe?)

As for him being able to resist the pain of his injury... idk man, adrenaline, I guess? Love can make you desperate lol.

Anyways, writing-wise, it's so easy to just dump everything on Lu Guang coz he's still shrouded in mystery. He's always seemed like he knows a lot about their abilities, and who knows what the true extent of his abilities is.

If Cheng Xiaoshi can't do the rescue right in one go, then how are they gonna explain him diving a second time?

Also, I find it hard to believe that CXS would want to endanger Lu Guang many times while he's acting as him. If he just doesn't dive, won't Lu Guang be saved?

What's sus here is the photo LG left. Did he know CXS can open his phone, or was that a save point he had actually left for himself in case he fails to save CXS?

But why would he not bring his phone? Was he afraid the enemy would get ahold of it?

But without his phone, and by extension, the photo, how can he go back in time?

Maybe his time-travel ability doesn't require a photo? (LTC definitely didn't have a photo when he was controlling WJ and CXS. His ability was just activated by touch)

Come to think of it, CXS's ability is also activated by touch (clapping). What about Lu Guang? Maybe he has a touch-based ability, too. After all, they can have more than one abilities.

LG can see what happens in a photo, and thru CXS diving, he can also record it. If it's a CCTV, he can hijack it and make it his eyes.

LTC can possess someone directly, but he can also just bewitch them through touch.

CXS can go back in time, and he can also possess people

I have no idea where I'm going here... Still confused as ever

#link click #link click spoilers #link click meta #link click theory #miyamiwu.meta #miyamiwu.src

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Hey, @sokkas-first-fangirl psssst! Remember the idea I told you about? Do you fancy a *opens coat* sneak peek?

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Hunter is not afraid.

That is the most surprising part about all of this. The complete and utter lack of fear. Here he is, back in the throne room. Back where it all started all these years ago. Him, younger and clueless, kneeling before his emperor and waiting to receive his new rank, the highest honor of his life.

Golden Guard.

Golden. As in precious. Valuable. Worthy.

He is older now. Maybe still clueless in a lot of ways, but not quite as naive anymore.

Golden. As in reflective. Empty. Cold.

A useless bauble, one of many in the emperor's chain.

He is not kneeling now. The urge is ever present, this ingrained need to get down, get low. Make yourself small. One knee on the ground, the other foot flat on the floor, knee in front of you and up. One arm resting on the raised knee, hands fisted, but not clenched. That is important. Too tense and he'll think you are hiding a failure, too relaxed and he'll question your training. There is a science to kneeling just the right way. Don't get down too quick or you'll hurt your knee, but also don't get down too slow or you will wobble too much. It's a dance. A choreography. One he has learned for years and fallen back on in times of uncertainty and fear.

So his leg twitches, his balance is shot.

But he'll be damned if he kneels even one more second in front of this false prophet.

Kneeling or not, Belos still towers over him. Stares down at him with eyes full of rage and disappointment.

The fear is still missing.

But that's actually worse.

Hunter feels nothing. There is an emptiness inside of him, a black hole sucking in all the emotions he should be feeling and can't. He tries to tell himself that it's a good thing. Unc- Belos, doesn't deserve his fear. Doesn't deserve to feel even more superior than he certainly does already.

Hunter doesn't confuse this emptiness with bravery though.

Luz would have been brave. She would have stared Belos in the eye and declared war. Would have stood tall and strong.

If Hunter had gone along with her insane plan, that is.

"Let us switch places.", she had whispered into his ear as they and their friends had been under fire. "I'm sure Gus can hold up the illusion long enough."

Hunter had stared at her and for a second he'd been tempted. The idea of facing Belos had sent a shiver down his spine, had filled him with an unimaginable horror. But then he'd seen through Luz's confident smirk and the fire in her eyes and he'd seen the same kind of fear, the same horror.

Not a daredevil plan. Just plain desperation.

So he'd pushed her away, pushed his own fear away, so far down that he now can't find it again, and had told her "No way!"

And now he is here. Captured and alone.

Belos seems to be waiting for something, pleading maybe. Begging for forgiveness. But Hunter knows this game even if he hasn't been the best player until now. Begging only makes things worse. Pleading only opens yourself up for even more cutting remarks, a slap to shut up your babbling, more baggage whispered into your ear. Presumed faults and failures.

Always failing. Never good enough.

But now he at least knows why. Of course never good enough. How could a copy ever be as good as the original?

He'd been set up for failure from the minute he'd been born (made?).

Oh yes. Hunter knows this game. And he is done playing. He is done losing over and over again, pretending that he ever had a chance in the first place.

Time for the ultimate Game Over.

The thought should terrify him.

It doesn't.

Hunter keeps silent, looks somewhere between Belos' eye and his ear. And waits.

Finally the emperor shakes his head. A sigh leaves his lips. Vaguely, Hunter wonders how a monster like that can have such a kind voice.

"You have disappointed me greatly, Hunter."

Hunter sucks in a breath and finally meets those cold, calculating eyes.

Time to fold his cards. Time to concede the match.

"Just like Caleb did?"

The silence is thick with tension. Belos is motionless, hands still clasped behind his back.

And then he smiles. Soft and gentle.

Ah. There it is.

The fear.

******

Idea for a canon divergence: what if Hunter and Luz hadn't switched places?

#the owl house #owl house #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #hunter the golden guard #hunter needs a hug #hunter angst #the owl house fanfiction #The owl house snippet #The owl house canon divergence #We'll see where this goes #It's a rough one yet #Gonna tidy it up a lot more before I even consider uploading to ao3

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that-green-haired-swordsman · 7 months

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"OPLA Zoro is too edgy" "OPLA Zoro isn't goofy enough" "What did the actor do Zoro laughs way more often"

DUDE. OPLA Zoro is perfect the way he is.

First, EVERYONE isn't as goofy and hilarious as in the manga. Because the manga is a manga. How is an existing real person supposed to act in a cartoonish manner. With the shark teeth and all or what did people expect?? That's just dumb. Also, the tone of the whole show is just different. Buggy's character? Khaladore? Way darker, completely different vibe. Cartoonish jokes and scenes just don't fit in and would even ruin shows vibe imo. Actually there mare many jokes and funny moments in the show, many of which include Zoro, sorry if you've missed them. He's a certified deadpan snarker and a hilarious dumbass with zero self-awareness how is that not funny? Because he doesn't get into Luffy's face after the boy accidentally punches him in the jaw? Oh wait, OPLA Luffy doesn't do that, too? Getting the point now?

What people seem to confuse Zoro's edginess with is an obscenely high self-confidence and Zoro's act of "I'm good enough to beat Mihawk" attitude. Dude thinks he's way better than he actually is. He thinks he's cool and badass with his constant crossing his arms and only rarely cracking a smile and he can't both smile and act tough bc his single brain cell is just not capable of doing that. It's tough guy act, that's what it is. Zoro wants to create that reputation and image of himself so he's either feared or idolised with literally nothing in between. He doesn't have time to deal with small-time fodder, that doesn't do anything to achieve his goal. He wants to be recognised by the bigger fish in the pond. That's why he never fights weaker enemies seriously, he thinks he wastes his talent on them. That guy acts as if he's got the biggest nuts on earth and he needs that attitude to create that reputation of himself and to prove that he's not afraid of anyone. Zoro does have emotions and OPLA Zoro does too, they both simply decide when to show them and for whom. It's called stoicism my guys. Comes from years of kendo training and Buddhism practice probably.

What edgy stoic (OPLA) Zoro also is, is traumatised. The live action carefully made sure to portray that in a way so even the dullest person would get that. Kuina's death still haunts Zoro and their promise weighs him down the same way it drives him forward. He's got the sole responsibility for achieving it, it lies on his shoulders alone. He's afraid to let her down, now that it's on him to achieve that goal for the both of them. He can't afford to lose, he can't afford to die. If he dies, their dream will be lost forever. That's what he tells Mihawk, that's why he fights Mihawk so desperately, so vigorously. He's trauma-driven. Mackenyu's performance was awesome in that scene. You can feel Zoro's despair when he throws in all of his strength into his blows, only to be dodged by Mihawk so effortlessly. Mackenyu's got the character of Zoro down perfectly. The "edginess" comes from the tough guy act, and don't forget... Zoro was a lone wolf before he met Luffy. Zoro didn't have friends. Zoro doesn't want to have friends. Zoro's afraid someone will get close to him again, he doesn't want to go through the pain of losing a person he loves ever again. That's why he tries to come across as unsympathetic and unapproachable. Remember when early years Zoro sat by himself often while the others were joking around? Zoro doesn't want them to befriend him and he doesn't want to like them, or even get the chance to possibly like them. Probably also has a "you can't be friends with your captain / crewmates" policy idk. Due to his own understanding of pirates bc what does he know?

Manga Zoro needed time to open up and let it happen that these idiots will become his friends. He's been on his own for so long that he's probably uncomfortable with being among others 24/7 too. He's not used to it. He's clumsy and let's not forget he's also a dumbass. He doesn't get why people don't act and think the same way he does. Because he's a dumbass. With zero self-awareness. Or what else would you call it if someone who's directionally challenged gives someone else directions like it's the most normal thing in the world, with a completely straight face even?

Zoro's not edgy, he dumb, and he's literally the only person who's not aware of this.

He's also hot but that wasn't what I was trying to get at bc that should be self explanatory anyway

Thank you if you made it this far and thanks for coming to my TED talk

#Mackenyu I love you don't listen to them #His crystal glass talk with Nami in the baratie had me DYING on the floor #It's a miracle a man this dumb is able to give profound advice if he wants to #roronoa zoro #one piece live action #Thoughts #Nami the toilet leaks. We don't have a toilet?.... Oh.

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We start this scene with Shu saying he doesn't drink and Takayuki checking in on him to make sure he's comfortable in this restaurant and we a quick confirmation and then... this. Oh, Shu. Shu is my darling because he is absolutely neurodivergant and everyone knows and accommodates him easily enough because that's what good people do and we love that for him and them, okay?

Anyway, it's time for some backstory and to help Shu realize that he does need to talk to his boyfriend about the relationship boundaries they've set and what they mean.

This is fascinating. Not just because of how confused Takayuki is (oh, this man is lost) but also because this is about how Shu has been interpreting their relationship. When Asuka said that all he needed and wanted was Shu at his side, Shu took him not just at his word and literally but also lowered his own expectations entirely and stopped thinking about Asuka's own love confession.

Shu has trapped himself in the words that Asuka spoke out of desperation and refuses to let himself go. He locked himself in tight and now that he sees himself wanting more, he's afraid that Asuka meant what he said and will not want more despite how obvious (to everyone else) Asuka is about wanting more from him.

This is a deepseated misunderstanding of their relationship that stems from both of their inability to communicate. Asuka's fear of losing Shu has left Shu thinking he wants nothing more and Shu's inability to express himself clearly and struggle with affection have left Asuka scared and lonely in their relationship. Now they just need to start talking.

I find this fascinating because Shu was the last one who enforced the boundary of just being by his side while Asuka begged for a date. But it's just more proof about how he thinks. Shu remembers Asuka saying that and now that's all he can use to define their relationship despite Asuka begging for more. And seeing Asuka with a girl is enough to show him he loves him but not enough for him to rethink what Asuka might have meant by that after his love confession.

I love Shu, I do, but the honest answer is that he needs a lot more communication in this relationship. Both of them do. Even if he can never express his love the same way or as openly as Asuka, he still needs to at least make sure they're on the same page occasionally.

They both do, Asuka isn't innocent of this. His fear of losing Shu has left him suffering and lonely despite his love and he can't communicate because he's constantly afraid that any move he makes will shatter the illusion he has of them going on.

(I really hope they can find their way to that, at least, to a place where they can talk and even if they don't express things the same way they can be themselves together and meet both their needs.)

The sucker has done a lot of work for their relationship. So much work for them. It represents their love and their past and their connection and their care but it also has the powerful reminder that Shu can take care of Asuka and love him and make him smile no matter how insecure or unsure he is. The sucker, that sweet little candy, is a symbol of them. Them through their lives, them through their relationship, their love and how it's changed and evolved but stayed so sweet.

Everyone knows the word for that feeling better than Shu does but he's learning. He's listening. He's doing his best and that matters so, so much in this.

And all of this finally leads to him actually talking to Asuka.

That's the biggest difference between these two couples. Shu has to initiate everything for them because Asuka would rather cling to the concept of what they have and the chance for more than possibly drive Shu away in an effort to get more. He's so scared. But who would think Asuka was scared? So Shu is the one who always has to take the lead but he's also the one most likely to cling to the patterns they've already woven.

So this conversation was very important, for someone outside of their relationship to show Shu that he needed more and that he could reach for more.

I'm so happy for them.

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hayleythecannibal · 2 months

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Twisted Minds: Act II- Chapter Fifteen

TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Crying, Implied Death, Malpractice, Lying, Realization, Flashbacks, suspicion, Murder

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BSHCI - THERAPY HALL - DAY-

“I've lost the plot. I'm the unreliable narrator of my own story.” Will sits across from HANNIBAL and DR.Y/N L/N, who stand behind a white line on the stone floor. Despite the defiance Will showed Hannibal when he last visited, he is more civil. He appears wrung-out. Haunted. “I'm trying to place myself somewhere in the frame of my mind and I have no bearings. No landmarks to tell me who I am.”

“You have an incomplete self. We are who we are in the now and we are the sum of our memories. There are pieces of you... you can't see.” I say gently, Will chews on his words before muttering: “I'm afraid to see. I don't know who I am anymore and I'm afraid.”

“Without remembering, you're seized by something imagined. It has the brilliant immediacy of a childhood fantasy and is just as real.” Hannibal says, Will hangs his head, trying to contain his emotions. “I don't know what's worse. Believing I did it or believing you did it... and did this to me.” He finally glances up at Hannibal, eyes brimming. I look at Will with a soft sad expression. I have to keep the act that i believe Hannibal is innocent in all of this. But its hard when you know the person you care about most is hurting.

Reminds me of when i was young….Mother always said i was the little butterfly who knew too much. Thinking back to where and who i am now versus what i did and who i was then is deafening. Not because i was a teenager, because quite frankly i was a very emotionally and mentally mature person back then. But Because of my actions. I would’ve done anything to protect my Mother before i knew what she was really doing. Maybe thats why I grew attached to Abigail Hobbs….Because she reminded me of well Me.

“Hannibal's not responsible, Will. And neither are you. We have to get to the truth of what happened. It's the only way you can move forward.” I lie, Hannibal is at Fault but will he ever admit it to anyone other than me and Will, Highly Unlikely.. Will forces himself to confront despite overwhelming emotion. “I felt so betrayed by you. All that felt real to me was the betrayal. I trusted you. I needed to trust you.” Will says to Hannibal, if i was him- lets not even go there. “You can trust me.” Hannibal says With earnest. Will winces, feeling the burn of wanting to believe Hannibal. “I'm... very confused.”

“Of course you are. Ideas and perceived experiences have the same effect on our minds as tossing a rock into a pond. It all ripples. Just dont throw the rock at the glass house of our hearts. It will shatter.” I say softly, my voice barely audible. “Don't trust blindly.” Will nods slowly, understanding my words. He stands up and walks away, leaving Hannibal alone with his thoughts. “Let us help you, Will. Let me help you.” Will clenches, holding his feelings at bay as he admits: “I need your help.”

He's finally overcome with the emotion and can no longer hold back the tears now running down his cheeks. I watch helplessly, desperate to make him feel better, deperate to hold him. But Hannibal, Hannibal watches curiously...

BSHCI - CELL BLOCK - DAY-

Will is led in shackles down the long corridor by a GUARD and a NURSE. Will's head is hung low, clearly still emotional from the confessional meeting with Hannibal and Y/N.

BSHCI - WILL GRAHAM'S CELL - DAY-

The door CLANGS shut and the guard and nurse step away. Will weeping quietly as the guard's

footsteps recede down the hall and end with a CLOSED DOOR. Once alone, Will's weeping ceases almost immediately. His face going cold and calculating... a game is afoot. And Y/Nis his player….

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - DAY-

BEDELIA DU MAURIER lost in pensive thought as she waits. Finally, Hannibal OPENS the door. “This is a pleasant surprise.” Hannibal says with a soft urprised expression. “May I come in?”

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - DAY-

Dr. Du Maurier ENTERS, followed by Hannibal. She takes in the space. She smiles faintly, something clearly on her mind. “Please. Sit.” She doesn't. “I won't be staying long.”

“I'm curious. What couldn't wait until our next session?” Hannibal says as he looks at her with curiosity. “We don't have a next session. I'm no longer your therapist.” Bedelia says bluntly, she knows he can take the hit. Hannibal pauses, an imperceptible wound. “May I ask why?” Hannibal asks with a clenched jaw. “I reached the limit of my efficacy. I don't believe I can help you.”

“Are you giving me a referral?” Hannibal asks wry, “I'm not. I'm just ending our patient - psychiatrist relationship.” Bedelia says, uncomfortable in the postion he has put her in. “You tried to end it before.” Hannibal points out, he studies her carefully.

“I'm grateful for your persistence with engaging me after my attack. However, in light of all that's

happened with Will Graham, I've begun to question your actions. Particularly, what you might do with Dr. Y/N L/N. And Particularly, your past actions with regards to me. And my attack.” She says calmly and within reason. “Did you share these questions with Jack Crawford?”

“No. Nor am I going to. I would look just as guilty as you. And perhaps that's what you intended.” Bedelia says with fear softly entering her eyes. Though it might have always been there when it came to Hannibal. “What exactly am I guilty of?” He asks with a slight tilt of the head. “Exactly, I can't say. I had to draw a conclusion from what I glimpse through the stitching of the person suit you wear. And the conclusion I've drawn is... you are dangerous.” She says with trembling confidence. She knew better than to tell anyone what she knew he was capable of.

“I'm sorry you feel that way.” She studies him one last time, then: “Please don't come to my home again. I'll show myself out.” She moves to the door, opens it. Before she steps through: “I'm resuming Will Graham's therapy.”

“To what end? Besides your own.”

“He asked for my help.”

“Then maybe you deserve each other.” And with that she leaves.

BAU - MORGUE - DAY-

Roland Umber’s body lies on a slab. BEVERLY speaks across it to JACK CRAWFORD. JIMMY PRICE and BRIAN ZELLER are there. Me and Hannibal are there as well, silent and observing. “His name is Roland Umber. Has the same profile as the other victims. Lived alone, disappeared from home, large dose of heroin in his system.” Jimmy says as Zeller leans forward to see around Hannibal. “Only major difference is the eyelet punctures are all uniformly torn.” Zeller says as he indicates the torn punctures on Roland Umber's body.

“This victim wasn't unstrung. He was ripped from his moorings.” Jack says with crossed arms, I stand beside Hannibal, calmly gazing at the body.“Whatever his imperfection, it was enough to aggravate the killer into tearing him down.” Hannibal says gazing at the body with curiosity leaking out of the essence of his soul. “He was discarded in a tributary four hundred miles away from anything that feeds into the dam where the first victims were found.” Bev says with slight confusion.

“Like dandelion seeds, casts bodies in every direction but his own.” Leaning forward, Zeller finds Hannibal is in his way again. Hannibal steps back and bumps into Beverly. I lean on the empty morgue fridges with arms crossed. This body is different, I dont think he was an Imperfection at all…

“We know they're dead when they hit the water. Their lungs are dry. But the buffeting in the current causes so many postmortem injuries, you can't tell them apart from the ones they got when they were alive.” Zeller says as Beverly gently guides Hannibal to a more strategic spot.

“There may be trace evidence preserved in the craquelure.” Hannibal points out, i think he likes playing the role of my partner, or more so the role of Will Graham. “The what?” Jack asks confusedly. Hannibal points to a series of TINY CRACKS IN THE RESIN.

“It's French for the cracks that appear on an oil painting as it drys and becomes rigid with age. Cracks are not always weaknesses. A life lived accrues in the cracks.” I say for Hannibal, polietly dumbing it down. He gazes down upon me with a slight smirk. Like he was proud or amused.

“Could be something in there. Fiber, debris, might help track where the bodies were before they got dumped.” Jack is still puzzled by:“What do the victims have in common?” Jack asks as Beverly displays the victims' PHOTOGRAPHS on a table. “What if it isn't what they have in common. What if it's what makes them... different.” Bev suggests.

On the table, the victims’ PHOTOGRAPHS -- and Roland Umber's --are arranged as Will and I did to feature the victims as --“Each of these people has a slightly different flesh tone. It could be like a color palette.” Bev says, it causes me to smirk. I know where she’s going, i with the confirmation of Will, created the fucking theory Jack, Jimmy and Brian stare at Beverly, not sure where she's going. But Hannibal is. He nods, thinking.

“The color of our skin is so often politicized, it would almost be refreshing to see someone revel in the aesthetic for aesthetic's sake. If it weren't so horrific, We're supposed to see color, Jack.

That may be all this killer has ever seen in his fellow man. Which is why it's so easy for him to do what he does to his victims.” Hannibal says, “Which is why there will be a lot more bodies on his color palette.”

“A fascinating insight, Ms. Katz. It's as if Will Graham himself were here in the room with us.”

Jack turns his scrutiny from the photos to Beverly herself. “Yes, it is.”

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - NIGHT-

Hannibal stands over Roland Umber's body. At the back of the room, Price and Zeller are busy at work. Hannibal swings a metal arm holding a magnifying lens and asks: “May I?”

“Knock yourself out.” Zeller shrugs. His eyes drift back to the CRACKS IN THE RESIN-COATED SKIN. A notion floats behind his eyes and takes purchase. He leans in and very inconspicuously SMELLS the craquelure on the corpse’s wrist without drawing anyone's attention. His nostrils flare as he draws its scent. The craquelure is almost as if an alien landscape. Suddenly, the chemical compounds that create the scent become VISIBLE, forming TINY SPROUTS in the

cracks of the resin that begin to grow.

Hannibal stands upright after being bent over the body, looking through the magnifying lens. He considers the craquelure of the corpse and smiles almost imperceptibly

BSHCI - THERAPY HALL - DAY-

the THERAPY CAGES to find Hannibal running his shoe over the line of tape on the floor. Will sits on a stool in the belly of his own therapy cage. He has resumed his act of wounded bird and it remains authentic. “I've been advised to stay on this side of the white line.” Hannibal says with slight amusement. “Select patients have taken to urinating on the therapists. The stone you’re standing in front of? If it were wood, it’d be warped.” Will says with amusement in his own eyes.

“I would argue, drawing a line might encourage a pissing contest.” Hannibal suggests with a soft smirk. “I'm not interested in a pissing contest with you, Dr. Lecter. Please. Pull up your chair.”

Hannibal scoots his chair across the white line and sits.

“You said the light from friendship won't reach us for a million years, that's how far away we were. I hope our friendship feels closer today.” Hannibal says gazing up at the Caged Will Graham. “Friends have a symmetrical relationship. Psychiatrist and patient, that's unbalanced.” Will says, The power imbalance is something to always take note of when dealing with Dr. Hannibal Lecter. “There is a power differential between psychiatrist and patient. One that I'm well aware of, particularly with my own therapist.” Hannibal points out.

“But we're just having conversations.” Hannibal smiles, seeing a glimpse of the old Will Graham.

“You threatened me with a reckoning.” Hannibal says, remembering the day Will Graham changed. “I did. I can't claim unconsciousness on that one.” Will says with a quick raise of the eyebrow. “You were searching for something in your head to incriminate me. I can only assume you didn't find it.” Hannibal says inquiring, but i don't think he really thinks Will could find anything at all. “Not much in there I recognize.”

“Whatever you remember, if you do remember, will be a distortion of reality. Not the truth of events.” Hannibal says, Will could almost laugh at it. “I'm realizing that.” Hannibal studies Will, inscrutable as to what he sees. “Beverly Katz has come to see you.” Hannibal questions with curiosity. “Yes.” Will doesn't say anything about Y/N because he wants her to be the least suspicious person at the BAU.

”Does she show you pictures?”

“Yes.”

“Wouldn't want Y/N to worry you're dwelling on anything morbid in what's to be a time of recovery.” Hannibal says, almost guilt tripping Will. “It's the only thing that feels normal.” Will admits truthfully. “The violence?” Hannibal asks with a slight tilt of the head.

“The structure of understanding the violence. That feels normal.” Will says his cold gaze never leaving Hannibals. “You're missing pieces of yourself. Careful what you replace them with. What did you see in the pictures?” Hannibal advises. “This killer. He's not stringing his victims up. He's stitching them together. Every body is a brushstroke. He's making a human Mural. But Y/Nalso saw the same thing probably even more.”

“Why does he do it?”

“Y/Nsaid He's missing pieces, too.”

BSHCI - WILL GRAHAM’S CELL - DAY-

Y/N and Beverly stand on the other side of the bars, holding an abridged file of photographs and forensic data. “Dr. Lecter has advised me against dwelling on anything morbid.” Will says with sarcasm, I roll my eyes and continue towards the bars. “I know you want to stop these murders as much as we do.” Bev says to Will.“Reasons to stop multiple murders do occur readily to me, but I'm going to need something in return.” Beverly stares at Will, curious what game he's playing.

“There are things you don't have. I can talk to the chief of staff.” Bev says thinking Will needs something materialistic. “Chilton?” Will asks with a raised eyebrow. “He's being very cooperative.” Bev says, boy if she only knew What Chilton really acts like whewwww….

“Of course he is. He loves when I have visitors. He's recording every word. He's gossipy that way.” Will says with obvious annoyance towards Chilton. “He’s always been that way. What do you want, Will?” I ask Equally annoyed with the overly flirty and obnoxious Psychiatrist. “I'm wondering if you can get me the thing I really want.” Will says with curiosity “Try Me.” Beverly says confidently. “I want you to ignore all the evidence against me.” “You're right. I can't get that.”

“How many more colors is this killer going to add to his box of crayons?”

“Say I were to ignore the evidence against you, what then?” Beverly asks calmly, “Strike it from your mental record. Start over. If I'm guilty, you'll find more evidence. If I'm not guilty, maybe you'll find that too.” Will says as he leans closer to the bars of his cell. “All right. I'll keep looking.”

“Good. Let me have the file then. I'll tell you what I think.” Beverly puts the file in a tray, slides it through the bars. “Do you mind if I do this privately?” “Yes.” She places the folding chair against the opposite wall, sits.

He rips the envelope open, leaving torn edges where the staples were. He shakes BAU PHOTOS out of a padded envelope. Shots of Roland Umber at BAU. Will glances at Beverly

through the bars and returns his attention to the pictures. Will focuses on the photos and he CLOSES HIS EYES. A long beat before the AMBIENT CELL BLOCK SOUNDS are replaced

as the DRONE of Will’s BLOOD FLOW presides. He OPENS HIS EYES, glancing down at the himphoto in his hands, of Roland Umber's wounds. He lowers the photo to reveal Y/Non a metal table. We are --

BAU - MORGUE (HEIGHTENED STATE OF WILL'S MIND)

The environment is wrapped in shadow and mood. Will now stands over Caroline’s corpse on a metal table, Beverly behind him on the other side of the glass wall. Will stares at the RAGGED WOUNDS WHERE FLESH TORE AWAY FROM STITCHING. “Skin isn't as discolored as the other victims'. Looks fairly well- preserved, all things considered. Why would I throw you away?”

BSHCI - WILL GRAHAM'S CELL (OMNISCIENT POV)

WILL’S GAZE to the ENVELOPE the photos came in. Its end had been STAPLED SHUT, but when it was opened and where the staples were removed, THE PAPER IS TORN. “Did Roland Umber have any priors with substance abuse?” Beverly watches Will standing in the middle of his cell, as if he's in the BAU, his back to her in the corridor. “He was in an outpatient treatment program for drug addiction.”

“Heroin?”

“Among others.”

BAU - (HEIGHTENED STATE OF HIS MIND)

Will studies poor Caroline, dead on the slab. What a cruel trick his mind is playing on him.

“Had a high tolerance for opiates, the overdose didn't kill him. He survived what was done to . He tore himself free. He ran.”

BSHCI - WILL GRAHAM'S CELL - DAY

Will finally turns to face Beverly and Y/N. “How did he end up in the water?” Bev asks Will, but i already knew the answer. “Killer didn't put him there. He'd have put him back in the mural if he caught him. Other bodies were dumped. Roland Umber got away.” I say as i look to Will. “Got away from where?”

“This killer needs someplace private to do what he does. A warehouse, a farm, someplace abandoned, upstream from where the body was found. It'll be close to the water.” Will explains, exactly what i was thinking. “Thank you.”

“I'm curious. What'd Hannibal Lecter have to say about Mr. Umber?” Will asks causing me to softly snort out a chuckle. “He thinks the killer tore him down, dumped his body like the others.” I smirk and look at Will, knowing that we both know thats not necessarily what he thinks. “That may be what he said, but not necessarily what he thinks.” Will says basically reading my mind.

FARMYARD - GRAIN SILO - DUSK-

A GRAIN SILO looms behind, a royal sentry in a bearskin hat. Hannibal, his CLEAR PLASTIC SUIT over his traditional three- piece, crosses the property. He walks along the field of corn, toward the grain silo. He approaches the silo and regards a steep METAL STAIRCASE on

its outer wall, leading to a silo opening twenty feet up. Hannibal sees mud clumped on the lower steps -- STILL MOIST. Hannibal turns his gaze UPWARD from the locked door and begins to climb the metal staircase. Hannibal reaches the upper opening. He steps into the silo’s upper catwalk.

GRAIN SILO - CONTINUOUS-

...the TRUE ORDER in the carnage on the silo floor. SEEN FROM ABOVE, the mass grave reveals its intended form and purpose: The bodies, with their variety of shades and positioning,

form a UNIFIED PICTURE -- the image of a huge, GLOWERING EYE. A stern, unblinking representation frozen in resin and death. HANNIBAL Sees LIGHT come through the lower opening. A man -- THE KILLER -- enters with a lantern and a resin tank with a spray wand.

“Hello.” From the silo floor and behind the Killer who spins to see Hannibal in his plastic suit, watching from above. HANNIBAL with the utmost sincerity: “I love your work.”

FARMYARD - DAY-

A full-blown crime scene, populated by considerable local and state police presence. FBI PERSONNEL work amongst them. BODY BAGS have been lined up. Each pile flapping in the wind, weighted down with a heavy stone, ready to be filled. BEVERLY AND HANNIBAL approach the silo, navigating around the CRIME SCENE PERSONNEL and between waiting rows of body bags.

“You, Dr. Y/N L/N, and Will Graham are a good team. You gave us the "what" we were looking for. He gave us the "where." Corn dust in the craquelure.” Beverly says earnestly, “And Will's insight? And What does Y/Nbring to the team? “

“He didn't think Roland Umber was discarded. He escaped. We just had to go upstream from where his body was found until we hit corn. And Y/NGives us the Why…Her connection with others’ emotions along with what her and Will do with their imaginations….Shes the Triple threat…She can tell you the what, where, and why.” Beverly says with fondness of Caroline. Though Beverly does think that Y/Nneeds to take a break at some point.

“We do make a good team.” They approach Jack Crawford near the silo and Beverly hands Hannibal off. Jack hands Hannibal crime scene gloves. “Dr. Lecter. Follow me. Might want

to prepare yourself. You haven't seen anything like this before.”

“I'm sure I haven't.”

GRAIN SILO - DAY-

Jack and Hannibal head inside, MOVING ACROSS the expanse of bodies like dunes of sand made flesh. Hannibal takes in the magnitude of the horrific display. Jack turns to see him staring, genuinely awestruck. “How can being human go so bad?” Jack asks the obviously rhetorical question.“When it comes to nature versus nurture, I choose neither. We are built from a DNA blueprint and born into a world of scenario and circumstance we don't control.” Hannibal Answers.

“Praise the mutilated world.” Jack says grimmly, “I do.” Hannibal glances around, up into the ceiling, wondering: “What does it look like from above?” Jack hands him an iPad. On it, a DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH reveals the human mural from above. It's very clearly an eye. “Fascinating.”

“This feels ritual. In the vicinity of voodoo. Is it human sacrifice?” Jack asks The stoic Psychiatrist. “I'm not sure if it's an offering, but it's certainly a gesture.” Hannbal says as he gazes at the Image. “To who?” Turning to the human mural, Hannibal points to the CAUCASIAn MAN in the fetal position at the center of the brown iris, one leg tucked under the other as if it has been amputated at the knee. We will call him the REFLECTED MAN.

“The eye looks beyond this world,into the next, and sees the reflection of man himself. Is the killer looking at God? A challenge of equals? "I can be as terrible as you. I can take and I can create."” Hannibal Inquires, “Sounds like human sacrifice to me.” Jack says with a raised eyebrow. Jacks Mind is very black and white. If there is evidence that proves someone guilty, he doesnt even stop to wonder if there was a possiblity of that person being framed. “Not to appease, but to defy.” Hannibal says as he stares at the mass grave. “Is it an existential crisis?”

“If it were an existential crisis, I would argue there wouldn't be any reflection in the eye at all.” Hannibal says genuinely, “Someone who could do this... are they likely to keep doing it?” Jack says as he looks at Hannibal. “This could be his beginning and/or his end.”

“You said he doesn't see people. He sees... material.” Jack says as he furrows his brows.“Those in the world around him are a means to an end. He uses them to do what he is driven to do.” Hannibal says inquisitively.

BAU - MORGUE - NIGHT-

The HUMAN MURAL is an ENLARGED PHOTOGRAPH. it's mounted on an easel between the bodies of Roland Umber and Reflected Man, side by side on tables. “No record of fingerprints. He was never arrested, never had a job that required any kind of security clearance or background check.” Jimmy says as he looks at the VARIOUS BODIES are present in the BAU, not only in the morgue, but in the hall, on tables, gurneys, morgue drawers. “Hopefully he's been to a dentist.” Zeller says as starts to take imprints of the body’s teeth. “Why am I looking at this man?”

“Stitch patterns on John Doe Twenty-One match Roland Umber.” Beverly says as she indicates the lateral stitches on both John Doe Twenty-One and Roland Umber; both travel similar lines. “John Doe Twenty-One was Roland Umber's replacement in the mural?” Jack asks confusedly, “But bigger.” Jimmy says as he indicates the leg, amputated below the knee. “Too big, really. Killer cut off his leg to make him fit.” Jack studies John Doe as Zeller, Price and Katz look on.

“He changed colors mid-brushstroke.”

"The eye looks beyond this world, into the next, and sees the reflection of man himself." There wasn't supposed to be a reflection. “This killer was having an existential crisis after all. How did he find his faith?”

BSHCI - THERAPY HALL - DAY-

Beverly Katz and Hannibal Lecter sit side by side, the personification of good and evil working as one. In the Middle is Y/N, The literal personification of Chaotic Nuetral. Will stares back at them, saying nothing. “Now you're just taking advantage. You're going to burn me out before my trial and then where will I be?” Will says Blankly. “Can't afford to let you burn yourself out for nothing, but maybe for something?” Bev retorts with a soft smirk. “What would Jack say?” Will says as he raises an eyebrow. “Jack Crawford's excellent administrative instincts are not often tempered by mercy.” Hannibal expresses with a light smile.

“Clearly. If you brought him as a psychiatric safety net, I've fallen through that net before. Y/N might be a better fit for that role for me. No offense.” Hannibal nods, none taken. I smirk and contain my laughter. Beverly cuts through Will's BS.

“I'm devoting a lot of time to this mural, Will. It's hard for me to focus on anything else I've been

tasked to do. Could use your help.” Subtle, but perhaps not subtle enough for Hannibal. Beverly

walks the crime scene photos over to Will. Will, getting the drift, begins to flip through the crime

photos, studying each momentarily before moving to the next. I drag my chair closer to Will.

“During the nineteenth century, it was wrongly believed the last image seen by the eyes of a dying person would be “fixed” on the retina.” As Will finds the overhead photo of the eye. “What would be the last image fixed on this dying eye?” He takes a breath, exhales, He grabs my hand and then closes his eyes. I know what i saw but- i can never be too sure. I close my eyes and squeeze Will’s hand.

A PENDULUM It swings in the darkness of Y/N’s mind, keeping rhythm with her heartbeat. FWUM. FWUM. Her eyes are closed. FWUM. The PENDULUM is now outside her

head. It swings behind Y/N, wiping away Hannibal, Will, and Beverly. FWUM. The PENDULUM swings and the CORRIDOR outside her cell PLUNGES INTO DARKNESS. FWUM. The PENDULUM swings and the floor under his feet goes completely dark.

The picture of the HUMAN MURAL FILLS FRAME reveals Y/NSTANDING IN DARKNESS. As LIGHT SLOWLY ILLUMINATES THE FLOOR AROUND CAROLINE, REVEALING DOZENS OF CADAVERS. We are --

GRAIN SILO - DAY (Y/N’S POV)-

Y/N stands amongst the mural of bodies, still holding the photo of the carnage in her hands. FWOOM. The PENDULUM swings and the photo disappears. FWOOM. FWOOM. The PENDULUM STOPS SWINGING, snapping into place as Y/Nsnaps into focus. she turns, taking in the bodies.

“I made you pliable. Molded you. Set you and sealed you where you lay. This is my design. A dead eye with vision and consciousness.” Caroline, a large speck of dust in the eye, stares upward, searching for what the eye sees. What the eyes owner Feels. Hopelessness. Finality.

“I am fixed and unseeing... unless someone else sees me.” Y/Nglances down at the Reflected Man in the mural. “Someone else has. They were here.”

HANNIBAL - BSHCI - THERAPY HALL (OMNISCIENT POV)-

Hannibal stands with Beverly, watching Y/Nand Will. He smiles an almost-imperceptible

GRAIN SILO - (Y/N'S POV)-

Y/N steps carefully over the bodies until...“One of these things is not like the other things. One of these things just doesn't belong.” ...she is standing over the Reflected Man. “Who are you? Why are you so different from everyone else? I didn't put you here. You... are not my design.” Suddenly, a NOISE from above causes Y/Nto look to the ceiling where a SILHOUETTED FIGURE watches from above, his antlers rising majestically into the air.

Y/Nnow lying NAKED, her LEG MISSING, her body CONFIGURED into the opening in the mural where the Reflected Man once was.

A NEEDLE SUDDENLY PIERCING Caroline’s forearm and pulling THREAD through, drawing the length through. She feels relaxed almost like a pliant material. She looks from the SUTURES through her arm to the one wielding the needle. The LIGHT SILHOUETTES THE FIGURE... until it SHIFTS and we see it’s HANNIBAL LECTER, eerily comforting. “Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in His image?” Caroline, immobilized, with a dawning realization...She looks up from the photo. We are now --

BSHCI - THERAPY HALL - DAY.

Beverly and Hannibal watch Y/Nand Will, waiting for them to draw a conclusion from their process. Y/Ntries to gather herself together, knowing Hannibal is watching her and Will closely. “The killer is in the mural.” Will speaks first, I stare blankly as i push my chair back to its origin. “What do you mean? Literally?” Bev says as her gazes goes from Will to Me.

“We mean, the man you're looking for has been sewn into his own mural. This man.” I say gently, my hand goes to my hair. A comforting thing ive done since i was a child. My Dad used to play with my hair to comfort me when i was upset or stressed. Something ive taken to doing myself ever since the incident when i was a 16.

“What happened to his leg?” Bev asks confusedly, “Whoever sewed him in... took a piece of him. As a trophy. Question is, who sewed him in.” Will says as he watches my actions with a worried look in his eyes. “He must have had a friend.”

RIVER - DAY-

Will Graham fly fishing. He casts his lure and watches it land with a small PLIP that breaks the surface of the river. He shades his eyes from the sun, his gaze falling to the water flowing around his waders. A PALE BODY DRIFTS BY just beneath the surface. Will startles as a KLAXON SOUNDS. We are --

BSHCI - WILL GRAHAM'S CELL - DAY-

Will stands in the middle of his cell. Footsteps approach from down the hall and a chair SLIDES on the concrete floor. His eyes follow the action, “I don't know you.” The figure steps into the light revealing Bedelia Du Maurier. She sits across from Will “My name is Bedelia Du Maurier.”

“You're Hannibal Lecter's therapist. What's that like?” She studies him, somehow identifies with him. “I've heard so much about you and Your Partner, I almost feel as though I know you both.” Bedelia says as she gazes at one of the topics of the many conversations shes had with Hannibal. “You don't.” Will says with a wary eye.

“No, I don't, but I understand you better than I thought. I wanted to meet you before I withdraw.” Bedelia admits, she understands his wariness she herself too is wary of her decisions. “What are you withdrawing from?” Will asks curiosly concerned. “Social ties.” Bedelia says numbly, It wont stop what or whos coming for her but it will slow them down. “You're a psychiatrist. Isn't our sense of self a consequence of social ties?” Will Questions confusedly.

“It certainly is in your case. It may be small comfort, but I am convinced Hannibal has done what he believes is best for you.” Bedelia says gently, she doesnt just mean What Hannibal has done to Will but What he will do to Caroline.

“That's not small comfort, that would be no comfort.” Will says with slight sarcasm. “You can transform this experience. The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive. You can survive this happening to you.” Bedelia says with shaky confidence. “Happening to me.” Bedelia steps right up to the bars.

“Step away from the bars. Ma'am, step away from the bars.” GATE KLAXON SOUNDS as a NURSE and GUARD ENTER the cell block. Will Graham joins Bedelia at the barrier of his cell and she whispers so quietly she may be only mouthing the words: “I believe you.”

A nurse and guard approach from down the corridor. “Okay. That's enough. Come with us.”

Will stares at her, a wave of emotion washing over him as Bedelia steps away, gathered by the nurse and a guard and escorted back down the corridor. He begins to tremble. A great relief

having heard three simple words he's needed to hear from someone other than Caroline.

BEDELIA'S HOUSE - FOYER - NIGHT

THE SOUND OF A KEY IN THE DOOR Breaks the quiet. LIGHT SPILLS in as the door opens. Not Bedelia but Hannibal who enters with a key of his own in his GLOVED HAND. The transparent plastic of his bespoke CRIME SCENE OVER-SUIT catches the light of a distant streetlamp. He quietly moves inside, closing the door behind him. THROUGH THE ARCH OF THE LIVING ROOM Hannibal creeps further into the hall and asks the darkness no questions.

He turns to the living room as to reveal almost every piece of Bedelia's furniture is beneath a clear plastic cover. All the furniture has been protected against dust for an indefinite period of time. He takes in the shroud over the chairs. He walks the room's periphery, searching for some sign that she isn't truly gone. Hannibal pauses and sees something on Bedelia's chair. A CUT-GLASS PERFUME BOTTLE Hannibal takes in the shadow of Bedelia's fragrance and picks it up, considers it for what it is: a memento of friendship. “You’re not alone, you know…”

GRAIN SILO - DUSK (FLASHBACK)-

The Muralist is lying, unclothed, in his own mural. He is configured into the space from which Roland Umber pulled free. A SHADOW cast by the gas lantern moves over him. HANNIBAL Is in his plastic suit, kneeling, the syringe in hand. “In The Resurrection, Piero della Francesca placed himself in the fresco. Nothing flattering -- he depicted himself as a simple guard asleep at his post. Your placement should be much more meaningful.” The Muralist's face, increasingly complacent, clouds over: “It's not finished.”

“I'm finishing it for you. We'll finish it together.” He trades the hypo for a LARGE CURVED NEEDLE and FILAMENT. Hannibal LICKS the tip to thread latter through the former: “When your great eye looked to the heavens, what did it see?” “Nothing.” Hannibal glances up to the roof of the silo. “Not anymore.” “There is no God.”

“Certainly not with that attitude. God gave you purpose. Not only to create art, but to become it.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Your eye will now see God reflected back. It will see you.” Hannibal leans over and begins SEWING the man down. “When God looks down at you, don't you want to be looking back at Him?” Hannibal sews. Blood flows. And sews. More blood. Then, incredibly: “Yes.” As the narcotic takes hold, his life ebbing away, the Muralist recalls their agreement: “What is it you wanted from me?”

“Only this.” Hannibal stitches the Muralist into his own masterwork, making Will And Y/N’s forecast come to pass. A valentine. And just as Will and Y/N intended.

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tiaamorosa · 3 months

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Sunset Died - Morgana & Thornton

4:50 in the morning. Thursday. Thornton comes back from the toilet just as Morgana is sitting up in bed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up". She looked at him and shook her head with a smile. "It's alright, you didn't…I just can't sleep anymore, this rain is terribly loud"…. He looked out of the window and nodded in agreement. "mhm… The night is over for me too. When did Yumi go to bed?"/ "Late too, she was crying terribly again… I feel so sorry for her".

"Her son was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time…"/ "Like so many people here… It's already hard to cope with the loss. And there's still no sign of the others. Agnes is still on the road. I'm starting to worry…". After getting up, Morgana went to her husband. "With a working cell phone network, you could at least have contacted them…" ironic undertone. "It would really be an advantage if 'they' would take care of it… I'll give her two more days".

"I didn't think Agnes would be so tough either, she set off alone with her backpack…". Morgana smiled with satisfaction. "hn, yes, and I had given her a few more things in case she met someone who was injured. First aid kit. but her food supplies must be running low…hh.". She looked down at the ground for a moment, then he took her hand and stroked the back of her hands with his thumbs in understanding. "She'll be back, don't worry."

She smiled and looked her husband in the eye. "You sound very confident. Sometimes I wonder what's happened to you, you've been… different since our whole house was razed to the ground. And you're suddenly looking after a small child…". A slight smirk crossed his face and he looked to the side for a moment. "I know that's almost a little disturbing for you… almost for me too. But I kind of like the little one…"/ "But he's not our child…"/ "I know".

He looked at his wife and could see in her eyes what had been there for the last few years. Then he stroked her cheek. "You know why I've always resisted having children. My childhood was anything but bright. ". Morgana remembered the many conversations he had with her about his past. "I still don't understand why your parents were together in the first place if they hated each other so much." He raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath. "Money, business connections. And I was the little boy who crawled into a corner and covered my ears to somehow endure the whole thing…until I was dragged out again by the arm".

"Your father…". Thornton looked down and narrowed his eyes a little. "I got his frustration so often. And when he had a good day, he taught me all about numbers… I admired him a bit, he had his company under control. But when my homework wasn't quite as correct as he wanted it …"/ "I'm sorry about that, Thornton"/ "I was always afraid I'd turn out like him, Morgana…".

"But you're not like him." This time she stroked his hands. "At the moment, I don't know myself how or who I actually am? I'm surprised at myself and… I never told you, but… I was really scared for you." Morgana nodded, remembering that particular moment. "I realized that. You went to the hospital to help us. I'll never forget the look on your face when you got there".

Thornton hugged his wife and smiled. "Our beginning was almost a bit rushed. You were desperate to get married …". She had to smile too, almost laughing out loud. "I took you quite by surprise… But you were the most attractive man at the gala…" . "hehe, and you quickly got my attention. You were always trying to impress me with all sorts of things. Even with your painted pictures…"/ "I know you don't like them, all too colorful and confusing, hnhn"

While Morgana and her husband talk about times gone by, Yumi is busy teaching her grandson to speak. Her thoughts are naturally also with her son, who has passed on his good genes to his own son. He is almost the spitting image of him. "I have to write a letter soon. I want you to be well when I'm no longer here.

Later that morning. They had breakfast together and then Morgana got ready for work. "So, little guy, I'm going to go to work now. I'll see you later, okay? Be good"/ "You're a good doctor, Morgana.". She looked at the old woman's face, who seemed to be having a good moment again. "Well, I'm trying to be a good doctor, but luckily I'm not alone…"/ "mhm… I have to go to the town hall later"/ "You can go together, then the little one can get some fresh air and see other people again". She said goodbye and then went on her way.

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We will look in on Morgana and the others from time to time. I will try to make the pictures and texts self-explanatory without adding much context. In any case, the fact is that there was this huge catastrophe and everyone is trying to come to terms with the aftermath and their current lives. And people come together who never really had anything to do with each other before. And yet everyone knows everyone else. It certainly won't always be easy, and at some point normality will return. But there are still some hurdles that need to be overcome.

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thepinkproof · 2 years

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REIGN OF TERROR

chapter five

You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.

Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast

Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, DEATH, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing, torture, MANHANDLING

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Y/N smiled brightly as she heard the door knob rattled. She had showered and brushed her hair and teeth making sure she was perfect.

"Hi Jungkook." Y/N exclaimed, half of her face full of teeth.

"Hello beautiful." He complimented as he kissed her forehead.

Her cheeks turned red, almost forgetting what she was so excited about. "I painted you something!" She revealed a canvas to him.

Jungkook looked at the canvas in amazement. It was a self portrait of him. He has seen many self portraits of him but this one was done abstractly. It was very unique in his eyes.

He looked at her as she watched him for a reaction. He found her desperateness to please him cute. "It is almost as beautiful as you my love." He complimented.

She was excited that Jungkook liked her drawing but that wasn't the only reason she was excited. She was anticipating to ask him a question.

"Can we go outside today?" She pleaded.

Y/N waited for an answer as Jungkook was silent. "Baby I'm busy today, I'm afraid I can't fulfill your wishes."

Y/N's smile dropped. "Can't Alana take me outside then?" She suggested desperate to have her wish.

"No."

"B-But I-"

"You're not daring to talk back to me are you? When I saved you." He questioned her with intimidating eyes.

She took steps back in fear. "No I just, please don't be mad at me."

"Remember when you said you were mine, that means I control what you eat, wear and what you do. You're suppose to be a good girl and obey me." He hissed at her.

She mentally degraded herself for asking such a ridiculous question. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to spend time with you since you're always busy and I thought the best way was to spend it outside because I've never seen it." She admitted as she tried to blink away her tears.

"It's okay sweetheart. We can spend time together right now."

"But I thought you were busy." She asked in confusion.

"I can make time for you, we just can't go outside right now. The weather is terrible and I want your first time outside to be a bright and sunny.” He assured her making her hold his arm in excitement.

He liked seeing her smile which is why he promised her this. "I have to train for a battle tomorrow but I will let Alana take you to the library."

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Y/N looked at the walls of the hallway so curiously as she slowly walked. The walls were all artistically painted in such detail.

Alana chuckled at her. "My lady, take my hand for you won't get lost." She told her.

Y/N took the younger girl's hand but her attention was still on the interior details. "Where is everyone?" She asked wanting to see new people.

"This floor was closed for the day, only few people are allowed." Alana answered.

"I heard most buildings have windows, where are the windows?"

"Vampires don't like sunlight. Over the years we have adapted to it but we still don't like it. The weather been quite sunny over the few days so its ordered to keep them all closed." Alana explained.

Y/N stopped walking. "I wanted to go outside but Jungkook said it was raining yesterday." She said in confusion. Was he lying again?

Alana raised her eyebrow as she pulled Y/N hand to keep walking. "My king probably don't want to take you outside because of your smell."

"My smell? Do I have an odor?”

"You have a strong, unique smell. If vampires smelt you they would most likely try to drink from you."

Y/N was sure that wasn't it. If Jungkook thought people would drink from her he would give her guards. "Maybe Jungkook just doesn't like the sunlight." She tried to convince Alana, or better yet herself.

Alana opened the empty library's door. "My lady, look around you. Nobody is here for a reason. My king wants to keep you a secret."

It all made sense. Why she haven't even left the room since she got here. Why would Jungkook want to keep her locked away? It had to be a reason to it, it just had to be. He was the good guy.

Or was he.

Y/N breathed heavily at her thoughts in confusion as she stood in the middle of a library full of books, but it was like she had no answer. Alana looked at her concerned, "My lady, calm down."

"Is everyone trying to use me? Why do everyone lie to me?" Y/N asked her servant.

Alana held Y/N's shoulder to calm her down. "I never lied to you, my lady." She assured Y/N. Y/N stared at her as she slowed her breathing.

"I'm confused. I don't know if I can trust him, I don't know what to do."

Alana sat her down in the nearby chair. "You're beautiful, smart, and kind. Your blood is almost exotic as your looks. Everybody craves and want you, and when you have something someone wants, you don't give it, you display how powerful it is so that everyone will worship it." She told the older girl.

Y/N stared at Alana as she pondered her words. Was she just giving herself to Jungkook? I mean he did deserve her, he saved her.

Or did she save him?

He would be dead without her.

She had the power, not him.

"Are you saying I should stand up for myself to Jungkook?" She asked.

Alana quickly shook her head. "I would never suggest such thing my lady. I am loyal to Jungkook and I believe that he is the supreme king. I am just suggesting that you are more confident in your abilities, you did read the book I gave you right?”

Y/N nodded as she looked a figure who was reading a library book. She thought this library was empty. "Who is that?" Y/n asked pointing to the man.

Alana quickly looked back. Seeing who it was she quickly put her head down. "Oh it's nobody my lady."

"I am a vampire with super hearing just like you Alana." The voice spoke. In seconds the man speeding to the two girls causing Y/N to jump back in fear.

"Don't be scared young one. My name is Min Yoongi." He introduced himself. He gave Y/N a long and attentive stare that intimidated her, almost as if he was checking her out.

"M-My lord, my master has issued this is a closed floor." Alana stuttered eyes stuck to the floor.

"Your master and I are close friends, I was just searching for a book, or smell if I may admit." Yoongi said glancing over to Y/N who took a step back.

"D-Don't hurt her!" Alana blurted at him in fear.

"Oh no, I would never hurt Jungkook's girl. No need to get jealous Alana, you will always be my favorite girl." Yoongi flirted making the girl feel uncomfortable.

"My lord, I am just the former king and Y/N's servant!"

"And you use to be my whore."

"Don't speak to her like that!" Y/N yelled at Yoongi.

Yoongi laughed at her bravery. "Are you not Jungkook's whore?"

"Don't speak to us using such derogatory terms. I'm nobody's whore, yet you seem to be Jungkook's by the way you're constantly checking the door to see if he's coming when we speak." Y/N challenged him by stepping closer.

Yoongi red eyes became darker in rage. He speedily pinned Alana to the wall. "I may can't hurt you Y/N but I can sure hurt her."

His hands wrapped itself around Alana's neck as he choked her against the wall. "I'll kill her just like Jungkook killed your parents." He threatened.

Y/N was too distracted by his words to react. She never thought about what happened to her parents. She just assumed they were alive, living happily without her. But why would Jungkook kill them?

Yoongi chuckled at Y/N's frozen figure as Alana helplessly looked at her. "Enough of this slow death. It's not my usual type but I could go for vampire blood right now." Yoongi showed his fangs and started to harshly suck on the girl's neck causing her to scream in pain.

Y/n watched as Alana fell over to the ground in unconsciousness. She gasped in shock as Yoongi smirked at her before speeding out of the room.

"Alana!" Y/n finally reacted. She ran and crouched to the girl's fallen figure.

Alana's eyes were fluttering in unconsciousness. Her pale face let out wheezes of pain. Y/n noticed that her skin was flaking, almost like it was forming its own grave.

Her hands touched Alana's face. "I'm losing you, please tell me how to help you."

"Blood, I need blood." Alana voiced rasped in a weak voice.

There was no guards, or anyone around. How could she give her blood? "Help! Jungkook! Anyone! Help." She screamed.

Y/n could tell Alana didn't have much time left. She hesitantly looked down at her hand. "Drink." She demanded holding her arm to Alana.

Alana looked at her in disagreement. "Just do it, let me save you." Y/n said. Alana's fang opened up as she harshly sucked on Y/n's arm to fight for her life. Y/n watched as Alana's body regained a more healthier pale to distract from the pain.

She could feel herself getting weak as Alana seemed distracted and engraved into the taste of her blood. Seeing Y/n's worried face, she finally removed her fangs from her arm.

Alana breathed heavily. "W-What have I-I done?"

Y/n furrowed her eyes in confusion. "You've done no wrong Alana."

Tears ran through Alana's face. "Please my lady, don't tell my master I've drunk from you. H-He'll kill me." She sobbed.

Y/n quickly hugged her servant, resting her head on her shoulder. She too was filled with anxiety of today's events. "I won't tell. I vow my secrecy to you just as you have vowed your loyalty to me."

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Y/n's face was pressed against a solid chest. She felt a hand drag through her hair in a relaxing manner. She fluttered her eyes open, enjoying the moment for a second.

He was warm, contrasting to a vampire but his heartbeat was nonexistent. Nonexistent, almost like his honesty.

She attempted to lift her head up but it was harshly pushed down by him. "Trying to escape?" He muttered.

She used all her strength to push away from him. Y/n positioned herself at the side of the bed. "Escape is a term to use when someone is a prisoner." She mumbled.

"If you wish to speak so unkindly at me use your full tone of voice."

Y/n coldly looked back at him. "You're a liar." She hissed at him.

"Why would you think such a horrendous thing about me baby?"

Y/n glared at him for his lack of awarness. She crossed her arms. "If I were to walk out that door right now would you let me?"

Jungkook's jaw clenched as he glared at her like a volcano ready to erupt. His hand grabbed her arm. "Don't you fucking dare think of leaving me."

"So I am a prisoner?"

"Do it look like I keep my prisoner in the finest room, on a comfortable bed beside me, eating the finest food in the world? You aren't a prisoner, you're my possession, you're mine. Nobody can fucking look at you, smell you, taste you or touch you but me. There's no capable escape from me because you belong to me." He finally admitted in an intimidating, authoritative voice she's never heard before.

Her mouth slightly opened in shock, but she quickly closed it and nodded. "Thank you for finally telling me the truth."

He smiled at her as he took out a bouquet of flowers, all of different sorts of colors."It's an apology gift for not letting you go outside yesterday. They are all rare flowers from the royal garden. Hopefully, i can show you in person soon." He innocently said holding the flowers out to her that was held in glass vase.

Y/n stared at the flowers in amazement as she took them from her hand. She was in awe at not only the flowers but Jungkook.

He was deceiving, yet beautiful.

Just like her.

"It's beautiful Jungkook. I-I love it. Thank you." She forced her nose in the bouquet of flowers to smell their aromas. "Flowers need sunlight to last, are you aware?” She stated looking at him.

He stared at her conflicted before sighing. Jungkook got up from the bed stretching his arms. "Follow me."

She tried to stay calm as he got keys to open a door she thought was to a closet. When he opened it a hallway was revealed. The walls had swords and weapons displayed that all look like they told a horror story. There was a few windows on the wall but Y/n kept looking at the swords.

"There's more to my part of the castle than our room. I'm not particularly fond of sunlight so I keep windows out of my bedroom." Jungkook explained.

"The swords, are these the ones you used in battle?" She curiously asked.

He slightly grinned, happy that she was curious. "Yes my darling, this one here in my favorite." He said pointing to the one most decorative to display. "It's was passed down to me, it's the sharpest sword in the world made of carbon nanotubes. I've killed thousands with it."

Her eyes widened as she awkwardly nodded. "Do you miss being king?" She asked looking into his brown eyes.

"Of course, i've been training everyday to get the title back, for us. I need the power to protect you, to bring vengeance to the people who hurt the both of us." He said looking at her like she was his purpose.

"When it's your time to reign I want to be the first one bowing down to you." She said kissing him on the cheek, something she learned from him.

Y/n took her vase of flowers and sat them by the window. Her eyes stared at the scenery outside. It was so beautiful. The birds that were caught in the trees, the green grass, the sun shining through the land.

"Why steal beautiful flowers from their natural habitat and put them in a vase for display like its an object, just because its beautiful." Y/n seethed looking at the window.

Jungkook's face was full of confusion. Suddenly Y/n pushed the vase on the window causing it to crack, quickly jumping out of it. Jungkook let out a scream as she fell out the window.

She didn't know what floor she was on when she fell but she heard a terrible crack on her leg. Despite the pain, she got up and limped towards the woods.

"Heal." She muttered in encouragement to her leg. Her legs started to feel normal so she increased her speed throughout the woods.

It didn't matter how fast she went, it just matter how far she got.

Y/n ran for about half an hour until her legs felt weak. Her legs slowed down so she decided to finally take in her surroundings. Her hands ran through the bark of the tree as she felt its rough texture.

She took a deep breath and inhaled the musky, fresh smell. The smell of sweet freedom. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the animals. The birds humming and the crickets riveting. It was so peaceful.

"Oh look who we have here." A voice said interrupting her tranquil moment. The exact person she was expecting so she didn't turn around to look at his face.

"You're a little dumb thing roaming your luxurious scent in a wood full of vampires. Not all of them are as sweet as me."

"I'm anything but dumb." Y/n seethed looking at a huge rock.

"You're lucky Jungkook wants you dear child because your scent is driving me insane. It's such a shame I can't hurt you." He continued.

"Yoongi, is that your name?" Y/n said finally turning around.

He curiously raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Min Yoongi, one of the strongest warriors in vampire history." He bragged as he circled around her frozen body that mysteriously held no fear.

"It must be a shame to hide behind a mask to kill and not get lionized and honored. In all my history lessons not once have I've heard of the name Min Yoongi." Y/n said to man with an amusing grin.

Yoongi's jaw clenched for a second before smiling. "What a shame it is to simply be a weak prisoner, a woman that is worth only for her blood, a hmm... what's the word... an defenseless object ."

Y/n could not lie his words had truth. She was treated like an object by everyone she met. "Aren't we all objects, you came here because you are one." She argued.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Enough chit chat, it's time to go back to Jungkook ."He said gesturing her to follow him. He started to walk but she stayed still.

"You're an object just like me but you do all his dirty work right?"

"Shut up." Yoongi warned as he fisted his hands.

"You said Jungkook killed my parents?" Y/n asked him for confirmation.

Yoongi laughed. He figured his comment aboit her parents would piss her off. He couldn't hurt her physically but he could emotionally . "Yeah he did, with such cold blood. The looks on their eyes as he made them suffer for hours. They didn't fight much, since you were gone they didn't have much will to live. It was truly the most torturous death someone could experience." He explained the dark event in a jolly voice.

He stared at Y/n with a smirk as her eyes started to get glossy. She tilted her head to the side and rolled her eyes. An expression she picked up from Yoongi. "The day I was born Jungkook became sick. It would've been impossible for him to kill my parents days later. You were the one who put an end to their lives."

Yoongi scoffed at her. He felt alarmed at her cleverness but yet he kept a facade. "So I did the dirty work? But who do you think called the order princess? It was Jungkook."

"I find that hard to believe, but it doesn't matter. You still lied to me...I despise liars."

"Who cares what you despise Y/n? Let's go now!" He yelled harshly grabbing her arm.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at him before picking up a huge rock and banging it on his head. He fell over in pain. He touched the back of his head as blood splattered all over his hand. "You fucking bitch." He groaned as he got up.

Y/n hastily pulled out an object as Yoongi sped towards her in vampire speed.

His face dropped as he felt something deep up in his heart. A stake.

He once again fell to the ground, speechless.

"Did you know that my kind are not only used for healing? The older generations also called them Equalizers because they could extirpate humans and vampires equally. Meaning, they don't need a stake to kill a vampire. One blow at any part of the body with any object and they die as easily as a human." Y/n spoke as she hovered over Yoongi's body.

"I learned all this information about myself from a book." She added with a chuckle.

Yoongi looked at her with pure hatred. "Then why did you kill me ....like a human ...with a stake?" He questioned her, blood spluttering out his mouth with every word.

"Because how would a weak prisoner, a woman that is worth only for her blood, a hmm... what's the word... an defenseless object ever kill one of the strongest vampire in history?" She mocked with a victorious grin. She watched as Yoongi stared at her with widened eyes as his body lost consciousness and used her fingers to close his lifeless eyes.

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Y/n ran through the woods towards the castle screaming. "Help! Help!"

She heard tussles in the grass knowing someone was near. A vampire suddenly sped right in front of her.

"Y/n we've been looking everywhere for you. Jungkook would be disappointed in you." Taehyung said to the distraught girl.

The girl did not look like she running away from the castle. She looked relieved to see him.

"I-I- I ran into Yoongi, h-he caught me and then humans came they threw a stake right through his heart. T-They tried to get me but I got away. Please! W-We have to hide from them." She said out of breath.

Taehyung looked at her in confusion and shock. "Yoongi is dead?" She quickly nodded her head. He blinked his eyes in grief. "Let's get you to Jungkook."

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Y/n tried her best to hold in a smirk as Taehyung escorted her to Jungkook's room. Her plan wasn't to run away, it was to kill Yoongi.

She knew she couldn't escape Jungkook. The truth was that Yoongi's confession of her parents dying affected her. It hurt her more than knowing Jungkook lied. Her parents were innocent and yet they were killed simply for birthing her. She thought about it all day.

Her hurrah was ended when she saw the look on Jungkook's face.

Pure anger.

"I'll take it from here Taehyung." He said as he roughly pulled her into the room. A loud bang echoed as he shut the door.

He swiftly pinned her body to the nearby wall. His elbow was against her chest as he glared at her. He noticed she didn't cower away, but she glared at him back. "I trusted you and you ran away." He growled.

She moved her face closer to his. "You're nothing but a liar."

Jungkook grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the vanity. He forced her head to look in the mirror. His dark eyes stared at their reflection with authority as his grip on her hair tightened. "Look at you baby, so bold and fearless after you've disobeyed me. That's clearly a problem, you're a spoiled little brat who deserves a punishment."

"You think I haven't been punished before, they tried everything, slapping, whipping, electric torture, all of it was immensely painful but each time I healed and became immune. There's no amount of pain or punishment that could truly discipline me." She said looking at his eyes through the mirror.

It angered Jungkook to know that they hurt you but he was even more surprised at you. He cocked his head at her behavior. It was different from her usual innocent jolly mood. He brought his lips to her ear. "Their is one weakness an Ethereal has that will cause them extreme pain such as The Middlemist's red flower. Ethereals can not heal from this rare flower. The side effects are scarring, swelling, pain, and in extreme cases...death." He whispered in her ear, a passage that she immediately recognized.

Y/n's eyes widened. For the first time today, she was scared. She didn't feel like she was at the top of the world.

Jungkook's grip let go as he started to rub her soft hair. "I read that from the book you hid from me." He whispered in her ear once again as he looked in the mirror.

She tried to keep her confidence. "I won't apologize for something as simple as going outside or reading ." She said. Jungkook could tell from her voice she knew was loosing the battle.

He picked her up bridal style as he slowly walked to the bed staring at her eyes. "You know why I don't want you outside...? You have a strong, delicious scent. If it spreads outside the vampires will start looking for you. If they taste you they will become stronger and then I will have multiple problems to worry about because I will have to kill them. I thought both of our focus was to kill Namjoon."

His reason was exactly as Alana said. She didn't realize until now that he was just trying to protect her. "Why couldn't you just be candid with me from the beginning?"

Jungkook threw her on the bed. "I am a king. I shouldn't have to explain my orders to anyone. You care for honesty like all do, but trust is more important." Jungkook affirmed. Y/n thought for a moment that he had forgiven her but his face still mirrored an angry man.

"Trust must be earned."

Jungkook's hand wrapped around her neck as he positioned her head to look at his. "And I am the sole reason you exist there shouldn't be anyone more obedient to me than you." He fumed.

Y/n did not back down. Even now, he was still lying. "If you really read the book like you claimed, you will know the only reason you exist is because of me." She shot back, referring to his sickness she healed.

Jungkook angrily let go of her neck and pushed the rest of her body back to the bed. "Don't overestimate yourself sweetheart. You need me. I have the one thing that could kill you."

"Since your small hand is always touching my tattoos I thought you will want one yourself. Before you got Yoongi killed-"

"I didn't kill Yoongi!" She blurted.

"If you would've never ran away he would be alive sweetheart ."

"As I was saying, before you killed him I was able to get The Middlemist Red flower turned into a serum. I can use it as ink to tattoo my name right on your pretty body." He continued. He could hear Y/n's heartrate finally rise. It was exactly what he wanted, her to fear and love him. He would work on the other half later.

Y/n was scared but she didn't beg him to stop. She had too much pride.

Jungkook turned her body over. With one large tear, he opened up her shirt. His hands roamed her bare back. "Right here is perfect." He mumbled when his hands reached her lower back.

"You see the terrible things you make me do when you disobey me. This is going to hurt really bad sweetheart. You won't heal from this.”

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