#decapitation (but only if you squint)

[ganymedesclock]

I think one of my favorite things about Prisoner's character is how much his jokes (to himself, because he is isolated and voiceless in a zombie apocalypse) about having no standards betray how much he has standards.

He comments how he should have a moment of silence for a dead prisoner before interrupting his own moment claiming he has better things to do, even though he is the only person who asked, and given the spacing of the comments, does it anyway, even if he kicks the body afterward.

He has several comments about riffling through others' stuff including one that is justifying it to himself because they're all dead, even though he says it's wrong to rummage in what wasn't his, and then later a comment that you "start to like it" and it's a great way to save on money suggesting despite his obvious, consistent, and mostly unrestrained glee at finding new things, he still feels a little guilty about it.

He also gripes at one of the two wells you can find in the Promenade that he's getting tired of crawling into the darkness and the wet.

(the comments about looting are also interesting how little theft Prisoner actually commits on anything alive- you can smash the golden doors or rip off the bank- which even has an achievement for it- or deny the Collector cells by breaking the door, but you notably can't rob the nearly stationary merchants even though they appear to have no way of preventing you from doing so. the implication seems to be Prisoner just refuses to!)

#Dead Cells #a game about many things including a decapitated amnesiac building a REALLY interesting moral system out of whatever he found on the ground #also interesting is like. mushroom boi's sacrifice ability and how you can use it to get freely past Mama Tick #but the game's achievements AND the description of the Sacrificial Outfit make it really clear- #Prisoner has a /very/ guilty conscience about this #really it's just fascinating to me- a person who is usually very afraid of 'evil/mean options' in games- how Dead Cells approaches them #it becomes a very cost-benefit analysis type thing #'I couldn't do that!' but then the run goes really bad and your luck is garbage and you squint at your options #'...could I?' #or even the run goes fine but you haven't gotten anything new to happen and you know something WILL change if you do the bad thing #I like how the game uses its difficulty to herd you into just how trapped and agitated Prisoner feels #something has to change there has to be something new you can do here #there NEEDS to be a way forward! #and only after you push past that breach do you sit there going 'hm! not sure if I like the person that made me!'

[nomsfaultau]

“The scene seemed to freeze, the viscera hung in the air alongside shockwaves of fire. Little beads of blood suspended like stars, a ring of asteroids made of fragments of ivory and emerald. Golden strands of hair fanned out, glinting from the radiance of the dragon husk. Cracked shards of his horns circled around, a fragment of a halo. Holy even in death.”

Aka Philza with no brim

#Actually the ivory shards and scales make up the brim of his hat #If you squint #scp philza #spoilers for fault lmao? #Whatever you think death would stop Philza? #tw gore #tw decapitation #tw graphic #tw dead body #One can only be an Angel of Death in one tastes annihilation for one’s self no? #fault au #something to nom on

[squirmhoney]

What about aemonds sister coming back after being in Dorne for a year or two and she's all grown and aemond is 😍🥵 only wants her to himself but noticed a certain swordsman follows her around and he learns that it's her sworn shield from dorne. One night aemond is passing by her chambers and hears her and her swordsman speaking and it's the scene why dany and darrio in got where she's like "if I want you here I will summon you" and man gets on his knees and goes "I'm sorry my queen. I live to serve you" que jealous aemond

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Devour Me

A/N: This idea was great and I’m definitely feeling a part two for this. More Aemond being dominant though. What do people think? Also requests are now open… Warnings: Smut. 18+. Incest. oral (f receiving). More dom reader until the end. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Twin sister) Word count: 2.2k

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A grin fell upon Aemond’s face as he noticed a familiar ship docking in the ports. His mother and sister would be thrilled to have you back in Kings Landing but he was ecstatic to have his twin sister back after so many years. Twins shouldn’t be away for that long, it wasn’t healthy.

When he found you arriving in the gates, he was overjoyed. Nothing could beat that anxious feeling that swarmed his body unless it was your touch, of course.

“Aemond,” you called, running over to him. You threw yourself into his arms pulling him close as he did the same. “It has been too long. I wish you had visited me.”

“If mother had let me, I would of been there with you the whole time,” he hummed, kissing your cheek softly. “Twins shouldn’t be separated for that long.”

“My Princess,” a man called out from behind you, standing a few feet away. “You shouldn’t run off like that.”

You pulled away from Aemond’s embrace as you turned back to the Dornish man. You smiled at him a hand still placed against Aemond’s brother.

“This is my brother, Andrey,” you told the man, who was holding onto his sheathed sword tightly.

“Twin brother,” Aemond said, squinting his eye at the man.

“A threat can come from anywhere princess,” Andrey told you, eyeing up Aemond as if challenging him.

Aemond took a step closer towards the man placing his hand on his own sword. You placed a hand against his chest as you stepped between the men.

“Please,” you laughed, pushing your brother back. “Andrey is a gift from Dorne. He has my personal guardsman over there and he will continue his duty here.” You turned to look at Andrey. “Andrey you will have to get a long with my brother as you will be seeing much of him around the castle.”

Both men stared at each other intently, instantly not liking each other.

_

Aemond’s patience was withering away since the moment you stepped off of the boat and returned to Kings Landing. He had hoped you could return to your usual routine and although you did there was a constant presence that lurked behind you.

Training in the morning he had been constantly distracted. When he looked back at you to watch how you cheered him on from the sideline, he was angered to see a familiar figure behind you. Andrey practically stood a mere inch from you as if crowding your space.

When you both retired to the library, Aemond was a moment from decapitating the man’s head from his shoulders. He stalked behind you as you looked across the shelves to find a book.

“You know,” Aemond stated, throwing himself back on the long seats. “It is not customary for a knight to spend all his time with a princess. Normally a guardsman would stand outside the library doors to protect her.”

“What if the enemy attack happens within the library walls, my prince?” Andrey questioned, turning to look down at Aemond.

“I’m sure none of these books are going to hurt her unless they fall onto her head,” Aemond pointed out, his fist clenching beside him. “Rumours may start if you spend so much time with the princess. These rumours could affect my sisters reputation that could be far more harmful than any enemy you could protect her against.”

Andrey opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him.

“Andrey it is fine,” you told him, placing a soft hand to his shoulder. “Please wait for me outside.”

Andrey nodded bowing slightly before he sauntered out of the door.

Aemond finally relaxed back into the seat as he threw his head back and sighed. “Does he even take a moments rest to protect you?”

“Are you jealous brother?” You asked, cocking your head to the side slightly as you gazed at him. “Someone other than you now takes my attention.”

“Jealous,” he laughed, shaking his head.

You pulled a book from the shelves as you walked over to him. “He is just doing his job.”

He looked at you. Finally looked at you properly since you had arrived. You had changed completely in appearance and he could see why the knight was completely enamoured by you. The dress you wore hugged your full chest and your soft curves.

“He is infatuated by you,” he stated, his own hand reaching to slide against your body. He leaned into your body as his face pushed into your stomach. His hand moved to grope at your ass slapping it slightly before he pulled you down onto the seat. “I can see why.”

“He is not infatuated with me,” you laughed.

“Nor am I jealous,” he told you, resting his head in your lap.

You played with his hair gently tracing your fingers through it. “You’ve always been jealous.”

“That’s because you are mine.” He nestled his face into your stomach grinning widely. “As I am yours.”

_

Thoughts of you had clouded Aemond’s mind and before he knew it he found himself making his way to your quarters without realising. Not only had you grown into your features, now a Targaryen goddess in his eyes, but you had grown confident and wiser than before knowing how to play with the strings of his heart more than you had before. He didn’t care for any stupid alliance that you could marry into, you’d marry him, that he’d make sure of.

He was surprised but happy to find one of the Kings guardsmen standing by your door instead of that cunt Andrey. He nodded at the Guardsman and the man moved from the door stepping a few metres down where he could still protect you.

Aemond’s hand hovered over your door handle about to open it but stopping upon hearing noises.

Inside the rooms you had just changed into your night gown after a long soak in your tub. The stresses of trying to keep your twin and Andrey from clashing swords was starting to bother you.

Even as kids Aemond had been jealous hating it when you’d spend too much time with your nephews or older brother. Every moment that could spent with him, should be spent with him. Even the moments that shouldn’t, when you were trying to sleep in bed, he would spend with you. Finding a way to sneak into your chambers unexpected.

But the way Andrey was acting was in undignified, you knew that. There was the fact you may of kissed him a few times back in Dorne but the man had become a lost poppy trailing behind you at every moment.

You turned around to walk to your bed but instead grabbed at your chest with a gasp as you noticed Andrey standing beside your windows.

“How did you get in here?” You questioned, looking towards the door that was still closed.

“Your door is well guarded,” Andrey told you, pointing to your window. “But your window is not.”

Your eyes squinted at him as you took long strides over to him. He passed you some herbs that he held in his hand placing them in yours. Lavender you noticed shoving them against his chest.

“They are for your baths my lady,” he told you, placing them down on your table. “I bargained with travellers for them in flea bottom.”

“Don’t do that again,” you commanded, pursing your lips tightly together as you took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“I remembered the way you loved bathing in the finest herbs in Dorne,” he reminded you, smiling down as he looked at you.

“These are my private quarters, Andrey,” your voice was loud carrying through out the room as you scolded him. “If I want you here, I will summon you.”

He kneeled down before you bowing his head as he apologised, “Forgive me, my princess. I live to serve you.” His lips lifted into a small smile as he looked up at you.

“Very well,” you sighed, gesturing with your hand for him to stand. “I do not know why you are here, Andrey. But if someone was to find you here my virtue may well be in question.”

“You know why I’m here,” he took a step closer towards you. “I’m here because of you.”

“You know, Andrey. You should be kinder to my brother,” you told him, grabbing your chalice from the side to take a sip. “Although you might not get along, he is a prince. Anything that may happen between you, his side would be taken and you could be tried for death.”

“Is that a threat,” he asked, his brow raising slightly surprised from your words.

“A warning,” you claimed, still glaring up at him. “I care for you Andrey-” he stepped closer again as you raised foot up to stop him. You tutted shaking your head. “-but I care for my twin brother more.”

“I see.” His hand reached under the bottom of your night gown caressing the soft skin of the bottom of your legs.

“We are not in Dorne anymore,” you lectured him, pulling your leg away from him. You rolled you eyes. “Do not touch me again.”

“I’m sorry-”

The door was thrown open as Aemond barged in pulling his sword out as he placed it against Andrey’s neck. Andrey tried to back away but Aemond followed him with the sword.

“Aemond,” you tutted, placing a gentle hand on his back. “Let him go.”

Aemond rolled his eyes but followed your orders placing his sword beside him.

“Andrey leave us,” you demanded, watching him as he stomped out of the room. The door slammed behind him.

“You are jealous,” you teased, moving around Aemond until you reached in front of him. You peppered kisses along his chin and neck as your hands slid up his chest. “You know just because you are my brother doesn’t mean you get to come into my quarters when you see fit.”

He dropped his sword beside you his own hands reaching for your hips as he pulled you close.

“No touching.” You removed his hands from your body.

His eye widened as he looked down at you and his brow furrowed.

You walked back to your bed slipping your night down off before sitting on the edge of the bed. Your lips curved into a wide smirk as you gazed up at him. You opened your legs for him as you leant back.

“Here brother,” you demanded, pointing to the ground by the bed. “I want you to kneel there while you devour my cunt.”

“It will be my pleasure,” he replied, removing his shirt to make himself slightly more comfortable.

Aemond’s hands grabbed at your hips pulling you to the edge of the bed as your legs hooked around his shoulders. He buried his head between your thighs ready to enjoy the taste of what he knew was going to be his new favourite meal. He dove straight in sucking on the juices that coated your cunt holding your hips down as you squirmed underneath him.

“Is what you’ve been learning since I’ve been gone?” You moaned, throwing your head back to the bed.

Your hips arched up to grind against his face as he lapped at your cunt, his nose nudging against your clit. You felt him slide a finger in your entrance as he curled it inside of you. He pushed another one in making you whimper under his touch.

“Just like that, brother.”

You could feel his lips curl into a grin against your cunt as he enjoyed your praise. Moving his tongue to circle around your clit as he delved further into your pussy like he had something to prove.

“Gods, Aemond. I think I’m close.”

Your toes curled as your walls clenched around his fingers. Your orgasm washed over him and you cried out your legs clamped around his head. Aemond hummed in approval as he continued to enjoy discovering every part of your cunt. When you finally came down and your legs relaxed beside him, he removed himself.

You looked up at him slightly blissed out but you pursed your lips as if trying to fake boredom.

“You can go now,” you commanded, pushing him away with your leg.

He chuckled grabbing your ankle in his hand as he kept your legs open. His hand reaching down to place a harsh smack against your cunt.

“Unlike your pompous Dornish man, I will not bend to your will, sweet sister. While I admire your confidence, the dynamics in this relationship have not changed,” he explained, his fingers still playing with your cunt. “I think you need a reminder of that.” Tag List: (Tag list open here)

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[narcissisticmf]

unsaid | dean winchester x fem!reader

request: "Heyyy, idk of ur requests are open but if they are can u please write a dean Winchester x ex girlfriend smut who is a hunter and who dean is still not over. Sam and Dean rescue her from a vampire nest and dean is angry and worried after her and she's all like "stop acting like you care" and he says something like I'll show u how much I care" + angst + kinda enemies x lovers + dark dean? + marking ; ( set in early seasons llke;1,2,3)" from anonymous

description: after nearly losing y/n to a nest of vampires, her and dean quarrel which leads to something more.

trigger warnings: angst, gun usage, sexual content, seductive behavior, arguing, foul language, marking, oral sex, unprotected sex, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18.

word count: 2.5k

With your wrists tied tightly in thick rope, you could smell the blood that seeped out from your bruised skin as you were beginning to regain consciousness. You found yourself in a dark room, the only light that shone was from the subtle crack of the door. You were held against a wooden pillar, the rope wasn't giving in as you tried to free yourself.

Your machete was lying against a coffee table in the middle of the room. You lifted your head to see a small group of people coming in through the slightly opened door.

Squinting your eyes, you saw them coming closer dressed in Mick Jagger styled clothing. You parted your lips and stared at them as them headed towards you, strutting as though they were at the top of the hierarchy of monsters.

"You're the morons that jumped me?! You look like a bunch of high school rejects," You laughed as they surrounded you, most of them were men and a few of them were women.

"I'd be careful what you say next, honey," The tallest of them lowered his head to whisper in your ear. You quickly went from laughing to rage, flaring your nostrils as you glared at them.

"Or what? You'll kill me? How original," You snapped.

"We could, but that wouldn't be as fun as watching you bleed out.. dry," He stood up straight and smiled, fangs beginning to push through his gums.

The whole time you had been attempting to pull out your pocketknife from your back pocket, so the more you spoke the more distracted they were to these actions.

"Not very smart," You replied. You used your left hand to reach into your right back pocket, where the knife sat.

"Why's that?" He questioned with a chuckle.

"Well the longer you let me sit here, the longer it'll take me to find a way out," You stated. His face dropped, but his fangs were still out. You were able to grab the pocketknife, flip it open and cut through the rope the whole time, without their acknowledgment.

The sound of the door being kicked open made you all turn your heads to see who was there and to your lucky surprise, it was the Winchesters. You smirked subtly as the vampires rushed towards them which gave you time to cut yourself free.

Once you freed yourself, you hurried across the room and lunged for your machete that was sitting on the coffee table. You snatched it by the handle and hurried towards the vampires. You swung it at one of their necks, decapitating one of them to see Sam standing before you.

"Thanks for backing me up," You spoke quickly.

"No problem," Sam replied.

You turned to see Dean taking on three vampires, so you went to his assistance and swung your blade across one's neck, beheading them effortlessly. It didn't take long before you all had wiped out the entire nest.

.

Walking along the grass, you were beside Sam as Dean followed. You were still tired from being knocked out and the bruises were still upon your wrists, along with the blood that seemed to have dried by now.

"You could've been killed, Y/N/N," Dean finally spoke as you stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him.

"Don't act like you give a rat's ass about me, Dean," You grumbled. Sam awkwardly climbed into the Impala as you and his brother began to argue.

"I do care!" Dean defended. "Despite what happened between you and me a long time ago, I don't ever wanna see you hurt or worse."

You clenched your jaw and stared at him with exhausted eyes. "I can take care of myself," You replied.

"I never said you couldn't," Dean said.

"But you implied it."

"No, I didn't, actually."

"Yes, you did."

The two of you were stubborn as mules. You stood there, staring at him blankly for a while as stillness filled the atmosphere. The only sound came from crickets singing and frogs croaking. A subtle thunder rumbled in the distant skies.

"Just.. take me back to the motel I'm staying at, it's the Riverside Peak," You whispered, no desire to argue any longer.

Dean said nothing and walked towards the Impala, you headed towards the car and got into the backseat. You released a gentle breath and remembered the few times you had road with the Winchesters in their most luxurious vehicle.

Your dirty fingertips grazed over the leather seat, replaying a few memories you and Dean shared in the back of his car.

The rumble of the engine pulled you from your thoughts.

.

Once Dean pulled up to the motel room you were staying in, you climbed out of the car and looked through the passenger window at the two of them.

"Thanks again for helping me out, I owe you one," Your lips formed a thin smile as the two of them waved you off.

"We'll be in touch," Sam replied. You nodded and walked towards the door to your room, unlocking it with the key and walking inside. You latched the door shut and listened to the Impala's engine driving off.

You dragged your feet towards the bathroom to have a shower, the feeling of blood and dirt against your skin wasn't one you liked to sleep with. You took a longer shower than normal that night, letting the hot water run down your skin. Goosebumps arose along the surface of your arms and legs as you stood there, beneath the steaming hot water.

The water eased the pain of your wounds the longer you stood in there. With your back facing the showerhead, you leaned your head back to let more of the water run through your hair.

It wasn't long before you got out after having washed your body and hair. You cut the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel to cling to your body. Drying off, you put on a fresh pair of underwear and a long, baggy t shirt that went down to your mid-thigh.

You let your wet hair rest against your shoulders as you walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to eat something for dinner. You decided an easy meal was needed after such a frustrating day, so you pulled out one of those microwaveable mac 'n' cheese bowls. It satisfied your hunger enough for the night.

Before you got a chance to eat, there was a knock at your door. In your bare feet, you slowly walked towards the bedside table to grab your handheld gun, holding it at your side in case you needed to use it. You walked towards the door and peaked through the small hole to see who it was.

You furrowed your brow and placed the gun back down onto the bedside table, unlocking the door to open it. Dean was standing there in a red flannel, the same outfit he was in after the vamp nest.

"What do you want?" You asked.

"Can I come in?" He questioned, his tone was soft.

You released a breath and opened the door wider for him to enter the room. You latched it shut behind you, making sure to lock it again.

"Is there a reason you're here, Dean?" You stood behind him as he was walking deeper in the room.

He sniffed a few times, "Are you having mac 'n' cheese?"

"Dean," You spoke sternly and he looked at you with those puppy eyes, "What're you doing here?"

"Right, yeah.." Dean mumbled and stood before you, "I just needed to talk to you."

"At three in the morning?" You asked.

"Yeah," He shrugged his shoulders.

"Dean, this can wait until tomorrow," You turned around and started for the door to let him leave, but he followed after you and held your shoulder.

"No, Y/N, it can't," He breathed out, like he was holding it that wholw time.

"Get off me," You shrugged his hand off you shoulder and turned around to look at him. Your back was pressed against the door.

"Look.." He dragged his fingers down his mouth. "What you said earlier about me not caring about you being hurt.. it's not true."

"But it is true, Dean! You don't care," You snapped. "You didn't care when you walked out on me two years ago and you don't care now!"

"Oh come on, Y/N/N! This is completely different," He argued.

"No, it's fucking not," You clenched your jaw, "You hurt me, Dean.. bad. This.." You gestured to the bruises on your wrists, "is nothing compared to the shit you put me through when you left!"

It was quiet for a while. Tears began to brew in your eyes as did Dean's.

"I do care," He replied.

"Show me," You stated flatly.

"What?" Dean questioned with a furrow in his brow.

"Show me you care," You swallowed a lump that built in the center of your throat.

He looked at you with dilated pupils and walked towards you. You could've sworn the moment happened in slow motion. Dean was looking at you with parted lips as his eyes gazed at every inch of your face.

"I don't know what I would've done if we hadn't made it there in time," He whispered.

"Show me.." You breathed out, feeling the knots in your stomach untangle as he lowered his head to press a kiss to your collarbone that was exposed. You leaned your head back against the door and felt him begin to suck on the soft flesh of your skin.

Your breathing became irregular as Dean worked his way up your neck, leaving darkening circles where his lips touched as a way to mark his territory.

"Dean," You shakily breathed. His hands gripped your wrists and gently pinned them to the door, so you had no way of touching him, yourself or anything around you.

"You scared me today, sweetheart," He mumbled against your skin and pulled his head back to look at you intently.

"You don't care," You whispered, leaning in.

"I do care," He replied softly.

"No," You shook your head.

"Yes," Dean brushed his nose against yours. You closed your eyes as he swiftly kissed your lips. You felt him release your wrists so you could grip your fingers to his flannel at his sides. You felt him slip his tongue in, battling with your own.

You gently pushed your back off the door and without breaking the seal of your kiss, you lead him to the bed in the middle of the room. Dean slowly pulled his head back and looked down at you.

"Is this okay?" He questioned.

"Yes," You nodded.

He smiled as you laid against the bed. Following your actions, Dean climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. You sucked in a gentle breath and pressed your lips to his once more. Without pulling his lips back, he shrugged off his flannel and tossed it onto the floor which became a growing pile of clothes.

Eventually, the two of you were completely undraped. You laid against the pillows as Dean left a trail from his lips down your neck and between your breasts. You closed your eyes at the feeling and released a whimper here and there.

"You feeling okay, sweetheart?" Dean mumbled against your skin.

You couldn't speak and simply nodded, shakily breathing as Dean brought his face up to you. He dragged his fingertips down between your legs as your breath shook. He softly traced them over your inner thigh, causing you to spread them slowly.

Dean's index finger slipped over your center, making you whine quietly. The pad of his finger was coated with your arousal.

"Dean," You whimpered as he smirked down at you, gently pushing two fingers in. At first, you clenched around him, but loosened to his touch once you adjusted to the feeling. You looked up into his eyes, holding eye contact for a while as you gently reached down to hold his wrist as he moved his fingers within you. It was as if he was playing the most beautiful instrument.

He removed his fingers and brought them up to your lips. "Taste yourself, sweetheart," Dean mumbled as you parted your lips to let him slip his fingers inside. "Atta girl.."

Taking his hands back after a while, he pressed kisses along your chest and down your stomach. You arched your back softly against the pillows as his lips came into contact with your folds, sucking on the wetness that coated the outside of them.

You reached down to hold a grip onto his hair, gently pushing him deeper against your center. He dragged his tongue up your folds, tracing the first initial of his name against you.

"Oh.. God," You whispered as goosebumps spread across your skin.

Dean pulled his head up to hover over you once again. The tip of his erect brushed against your folds, making you whine softly. He hushed your noise with his lips against yours. Subtle moans were escaping your mouth as you draped your arms around his neck.

"Ready?" Dean mumbled into your mouth.

"Yes," You nodded as you felt he wasted no time before slipping inside you. The sensation was effortless as you moaned into his mouth. He smiled in the kiss and waited a minute before you were comfortable. You were loose against him as he motioned his hips back and forth at a generous pace.

"Good girl," Dean pulled his head back and gripped the headboard of the bed as he slowly picked up the pace.

You closed your eyes and allowed your body to feel the wonderful sensation. It didn't take long before he found the spot within you. Your eyes opened to look at him as he was so gentle yet rough at the same time. You cupped his face and pressed a longing kiss to his plump lips.

"Can I let go now?" You asked breathlessly into his mouth.

"Yeah," Dean nodded and you could tell he was close as well. You whined and buried your face into his neck as you felt your orgasm unfold within your stomach. He felt you come undone as he took the opportunity to slip out and release his load onto your lower stomach.

You were tired and made a miserable attempt at catching up with your breathing. Dean pressed a kiss against your temple and slowly laid beside you. You reached over to the bedside table to grab a small towel from the drawer to wipe your stomach clean.

Once you did, you tossed it onto the pile of both you and Dean's clothing. You turned your head to look at him and smiled with your lips closed together.

"I do care about you, sweetheart," Dean's voice was low.

"I know," You whispered, "I could see it in your eyes."

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a/n: i absolutely love this concept and this was so fun to write!! i'm so happy for the person that requested this because i genuinely had the best time writing it! tysm!! requests are always open, my loves! thank you for reading and supporting me! <33 — angelina.

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[kiraixi]

This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! 🎄❤️@harringrove-relay-race

Santa Baby ~

Billy wasn’t happy with his predicament but honestly any extra cash would do… even if it meant babysitting your crushes ex’s younger sister.

Holly was a sweet kid. Shy at first, but after becoming a frequent swimmer at his Turtle Tots classes in summer Billy’s come to know what a bubbly yet devious inside she had. Adorable baby blues not even he could say no to along with a pixie laugh when she got her way.

Here he was, standing outside the mall, about to spend his Christmas day with a five year old.

To be fair it was way better than whatever burnt roast Susan would salvage, forced to choke down undercooked potatoes with his father’s threatening glare across. Forced to match Max’s tight smile and fake gratitude as she opens her third present while he gets none. Always. Only to left alone with his asshole dad and mouse of a wife while she runs off to her nerd friends' houses, blissfully ignorant of what waits for him behind closed doors.

Mrs Wheeler stopped him a week ago. Hand on his arm caressing, asking if he could be ‘ever so kind’ and watch her youngest on such a special day. Billy doesn’t care what she deigns so important she can’t look after her own child, but from the amount of cash stuffed into his hand he’s not complaining at all.

Twenty dollars to babysit her and another twenty five to buy her a gift. He can keep the change.

Holly takes him left and right. Kinda embarrassing how this little kid knows her way round more than him. Up the stairs they go to Claire’s, receiving a few warm chuckles from the lady running the till when Holly asks him which stuffed plushie is superior.

Billy personally thinks the reindeer one is cuter. It’s called Antler Claus.

They pick up some hot chocolate and share a gingerbread cookie. Holly called the thing Hermon and then decapitated its head, handing him the torso and legs. She’s darn cute.

Tugging on the arm carrying her teddy, she points down the hall. He turns to her,

“Mm?”

“I wanna see Santa!”

“Santa?” Billy looks where she’s pointing. A Christmas set up. A tree and a couple presents laid out, theres’ a small queue of people waiting to talk to a guy in red lounged on a chair.

“Oh… Santa.”

“Yep!” She tugs him forward with the mighty force of a toddler and they line up behind, Billy squinting at that floppy brown hair under the hat. Even though the boy’s face is hidden under that ridiculous beard, Billy could recognise him anywhere.

Steve Harrington in all his glory, sweating under layers of heavy velvet, trying with all his might to sell a jolly man accent.

He can’t suppress a smirk as they walk up for their turn. Steve tries hard to not make eye contact with Billy, instead listening intently to Holly.

“Hi there little miss! Have you been a good girl for Santa this Christmas?”

She giggles, swaying back and forth on Steve’s knee, “Yes! I spent today with Billy, it was so fun! We got a rei- rain—“ She frowns at Billy.

“Reindeer.”

“Reindeer!” Shining her brilliant three teeth smile at the older boy. They both laugh at her adorable antics.

She pulls Steve’s ear in, whispering in that way only children do, loud yet secretive all the same. “Don’t tell my mummy but this is way more fun than being home.”

Steve sends him a soft smile and Billy tries with all his might to tape down that warm shakiness building in his chest. Steve tells her to grab a gift off the shelf and while she’s away for a few minutes Billy’s curiosity gets the better of him.

“What made you do this instead of..” He waves his hand around lamely, “Festivities at home.”

Steve looks down at his lap a little forlorn, “I don’t think anyone would even realise I’m gone..”

“Ah..”, that sad pout makes Billy regret asking.

The other sighs, “Well why are you not at home? I wouldn’t have pegged you getting along with Holly.”

“Well, she’s a good kid and any extra money is useful,” Billy shrugs, not wanting to get into the details of a shitty house to go back to.

Steve nods in understanding, then snorts “Well haven’t you been a good boy this year,” pats his lap like the jerk he is. “Why don’t you sit on my lap”.

Billy blushes and looks heavenward, cursing god for making his fall for this absolute dork. Holly comes to save the day. Another plushie, a penguin this time, tucked under her arm and pulls him toward the churro stand.

He looks back at Steve, questioning how much he owes for the toy. Steve shakes his head and smiles, “Don’t worry about it, maybe instead you could stop by at four? It’s when I clock off, we could hang if you're free?”

Billy looks away, face warming but not from the temperature. He tickles Holly’s side and taps her nose, “Once I put this bug in her bed I’ll come back” They awkwardly wave goodbye, Holly giggles at him and he smiles back.

This Christmas isn’t turning out to be so bad after all.

Happy holidays everyone! Please look forward to the lovely work from the next person 🎉@thatgirlwithasquid

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[dancingdonatello]

donatello x gn reader

“So… what did we learn today?”

Perched on the edge of his table, you glared at Donnie. Your entire forehead was wrapped with bandages plus your left ankle and right wrist and lower arm.

Unfortunately Donnie was the only one who was available to patch you up. Your day had been horrible, clearly, and now all he wanted to do was rub your embarrassment deeper into your wounded ego.

“That next time I should aim to decapitate my head when I fall—”

“Uh buh uh uh!” Donnie interrupted you, wiggling his finger at you. It send a heat of anger down your stomach but you didn’t dare say anything. This guy could and would skin you alive in a heart beat for ‘research.’ “What was that?”

“…That I should look up from my phone for more than just 2 seconds and thank you, Donatello Hamato, for patching me up and making sure I didn’t drown in raw sewage after falling down a manhole.” This speech had been rehearsed several times and Donnie would not accept it if it was not word for word.

“Mhm. That’s what I thought you said.” Donatello smirked, standing up straight from his relaxed posture. “Anywho! I’ve got everything to go, and everywhere to do, so have fun…! Do NOT touch the bright glowing button. Bye!” He walked out. Suspicious. But not too suspicious in your mind.

Your arms were crossed over your chest so you drummed your fingers against your forearm, sitting there politely and obediently. They usually didn’t like you leaving after being injured.

After a few moments when he didn’t return, you made your move to get up. You were totally gonna press that button.

You snuck up to it and briefly looked around the lab for cameras before you gingerly pressed a finger to it.

A large cannon emerged from the ceiling, making the whole room shake and tremble. You fell right onto your ass and stared at it, frozen. You should not have pressed the button.

The cannon glowed red briefly and shot a bunch of cut up, multi colored paper at you. It hit you with such speed and force that it knocked you out. Again.

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“So, what did we learn today?”

Your blinked open and squinted wearily at the ceiling, flinching at a flashlight beaming directly into your eyes. “Hmmmmm…” You groaned out and turned away from the bright light.

“Well, I’ll tell you what I learned today instead. Today, I learned that confetti can be dangerous if shot with enough force,” Donnie said and started to peel your bandages off your forehead. “And that silly people like you will always do what they are warned not to do. Luckily, you don’t have brain damage from what I can tell. Yet.”

“Silly?” You were offended. Out of all words, “Silly?”

“Repeating words, lack of comprehension, seems like you do have brain damage.”

“I do not have brain damage! No concussion or anything,” you sighed out harshly, sick of this topic. Donnie only smirked, amused.

“Looks like I did a great job in fixing you up then, huh?”

“Yet, I am still in pain.”

“I think I know something that will help.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You froze as he walked away, seemingly unaffected except for him literally shaking.

He disappeared from sight. You touched your head, suddenly feeling like you were going to pass out. “Donnie! Come back! I’m hallucinating! Or did you hit your head?!”

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

I love your Daemon x stepdaughter series so much! Can you please write another prequel where Jace steals Daemons sword and the reader takes the blame for him which leads to Daemon spanking her.

A/N: I hope you like it! Thank you so much ❤️

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Stepdaughter!Reader

summary: an you please write another prequel where Jace steals Daemons sword and the reader takes the blame for him which leads to Daemon spanking her.

Word count: 1,5K

Warnings: Suggestive themes, spanking, mentions of a sword, daddy kink

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"You are going to get us in trouble, Jace" You hissed under your breath. Jace ignored you attempting to twirl Dark Sister but failing miserably.

"You are going to hurt yourself" You warned, barely dodging a swing of the sword that could have completely decapitated you. Jace winced taking a step away from you with the heavy sword still in hand.

"Sorry, did not mean that" He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. You glared at him with your arms crossed.

"You have to put it back where you found it before Kepa finds out" Father. Jace and Luce usually called you a know it all but your mother called you their voice of reason, you always spoke them out of dumb things.

"He would not notice, believe me" Jace attempted yet again to swing the huge blade but it only earned a hiss from him when it was too heavy to pull up and forced him to roll his wrist awkwardly and and the Valyrian steel slammed down on the floor with a clang.

"You cannot even pick it so why the bother" You huffed arms hitting the side of your thighs with frustration. Jace did not have time to answer when the sound of feet approaching reached your ears, the were heavy meaning it was a male.

"It is Daemon for sure, searching for his sword surely" Your eyes widened with panic. Daemon was not cruel to you or any of your siblings but he was still much stricter than any parent you have ever had whether it was your mother and handful of fathers.

Jace dropped the blade on the floor and stepped away from it eyes just as wide. The footsteps halted for a second before resuming much faster. You gulped watching the door open to show Daemon looking almost panicked himself.

"Are you two alright?" He asked worriedly. He stepped over to you first to check you for any harm but found none then turned to look at Jace with your wrist still in his.

"Did you take Dark Sister for my courters?" Daemon wondered, cocking up an eyebrow. His purple eyes squinted with suspicion.

"I took it, I was curious" I scrambled to say, offering yourself as a lamb for slaughter. Jace and Daemon looked at you in equal shock over your revelation.

"Curious, little dragon?" Daemon tilted his head to the side. His grip around your wrist grew tighter and an evil kind of smirk grew on his face.

"I wondered how sharp Valyrian steel was" You shrugged. All the evidence pointed out that it had been you had taken it, you were in your room after all. Jace was very excited to show you the blade so he came straight over to you proud that he had stolen Dark Sister without anyone noticing.

"Is that so?" Daemon pulled you closer to him. Your eyes slammed shut and a whimper slipped through your lips when his grip grew too painful.

"Return to the yard Jace, your training is not over" Daemon ordered. Jace eyed you for a second before complying. Daemon let go of your wrist and walked over to your bed and sitting down on it as if he owned the place.

"Come here, tala" Daughter. Daemon ordered, two of his fingers beckoned you over causing a stir of emotions to explode in your stomach, emotions you have never felt before except sometimes in his presence.

"Please, kepa" Father. You knew he would never hurt you, too bad, he was still Daemon the man who had raised you since you were young.

"Come" His voice was demanding and tone harsh making you flinch. As if you were a puppet on a string you walked closer to him already feeling your tears fill your eyes.

"Kepa has to punish you so you do not do something so foolish again" Father. Daemon grabbed your arm when you were close enough and pulled you to lay on his lap. You heaved a breath when his thigh made contact with your stomach.

"Please kepa, I promise to never do it again" Father. You begged and oh how sweet it sounded to Daemon's ears, like spiced honey on a winter night leaving his body tingling with each fleck of spice, the warmth spread through his body like wildfire.

"That is not enough tala" Daughter. Daemon slowly pulled up your gown exposing your legs followed by your behind, layer after layer until he met the flesh, round and full just perfect.

"Now count and keep track otherwise we will have to start over again" He ordered. You gulped closing your eyes awaiting the first blow. You gasped as your body rocked with the first slap.

"One, kepa" Father. You cried. Daemon ran a hand over the skin to smooth it. His hand moved to the other cheek delivering a slap just as harsh as the first one earning a whimper form your lips.

"Two, kepa" Father. Your hands moved to grab at his legs fisting the fabric of his pants. The first tear trickled down your cheek at the sting.

"Have to make sure you do not let those ideas take over again" Daemon justified. His hand came down a third time followed by a fourth so fast you barely uttered the number before the second slap echoed around the room.

"Four, kepa" Father. You sobbed, body shaking with pain and surprisingly pleasure, you did not know a spanking could be so pleasurable. Every slap sent a sparkle of arousal down to your core and you feared he would notice, he will surely grow disgusted by you. Daemon however was smirking with victory at the sight of your cunt growing wet from his harsh treatment. The fifth blow he gave close to your thigh than your behind, close to your core. You moaned loudly wiggling a little.

"Five. How many more kepa?" Father. You question sounded so innocent from your lips, wet with your tears and he longed to lean down and taste your lips, the sweet nectar of the fruits he knew you ate after lunch and the salty tang of your tears.

"As many as I wish, as many as it requires to get you back in order, tala" Daughter. He responded. He raised his hand and let it come crashing down on your now bruised behind, but it was a much gentler spank not wanting to hurt you beyond what you could take.

"As many as needed for you to stop doing foolish things that could get you hurt" Daemon continued after you whimpered a 'six', it was so low he almost did not hear you. His eyes watched the flesh jiggle with the seventh clap, his handprints littered your behind, you defiantly won't be able to sit for a while.

"Seven. Please, kepa" Father. You sobbed squirming in his lap. Daemon felt pity for you but you needed to learn your lesson. His hand came down an eighth time on the flesh of your bottom. You whimpered the number before taking the fabric of his pants into your mouth. Daemon watched with a lustful glint as a tear of your arousal trickled down your thigh unknown by you.

"Come on sweet girl, just two more and I will be done teaching you" He assured. You cried when the next blow was delivered on your flesh. With the fabric still in your mouth you called the number 'nine'.

"Good girl" His palm rubbed on the reddened cheek before delivering one last span on it, an even number of five on each cheek earning a jiggle each time.

"Ten" You sighed in relief. Daemon let you slid off his lap only for you to kneel in front of him, looking up at him with your innocent eyes, still filled with tears that trickled down your red cheek. You hiccuped attempting to wipe your tears with your sleeve.

"Did you learn your lesson, tala?" Daughter. Daemon teased, his legs growing apart as his cock grew harder, he did not know how he found the strength not to force your mouth open and shoved his length inside forcing you to suck the flesh until he spilled in your mouth, to give you a real reason to cry so adorably.

"Yes Kepa" Father. You nodded your head. Daemon placed a hand on your cheek and pulled you closer to kiss your cheek, tasting the tears he longed for ever since the first tear slipped out of your eyes.

"Good girl" He stood up and left in search of Rhaenyra so she can help him with his problem down below.

That night you felt ashamed when you could not sleep, not from the pain in your behind but from the ache in between your legs. You blushed furiously when your hand trailed down there for the first time ever to touch your button, rubbing at it furiously searching for your peak that on showed when you imagined your stepfather's face, his smirk and the way he touched you, the way he called you a good girl. You were ashamed but could not help yourself.

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[trancylovecraft]

(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER TWELVE)

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CHAPTER TWELVE: "Do not waste yourself on this roof"

Scarlet iron ore is the material used to forge the swords that the slayers use. It is native to only a single mountain in japan referred to as the sunlight mountain where it is bathed in eternal day all year round.

The iron absorbs sunlight, Making it the sole property that makes it effective against demon's once decapitated.

Everything was white noise, A screaming hum ringing in [F/N]'s ears.

Her eyelids clenched together, The blinding light outside of them already so bright that it could affect her through them. She would of squirmed, But her body felt like it was tied down by anchors and numb to the touch.

She could barely feel her fingers.

Her eyelids were just as heavy, Even opening them was just a struggle as she lifted them and instantly got stung by the glare sitting up above her.

[F/N] groaned, Her numb body starting to regain her sensed as she tossed and turned on the bed. Fingers twitching, Eyelids fluttering as she started to writhe around upon what seemed to be a hospital bed.

Noises around her, Thumping, Footsteps that seemed to be rushing towards her bedside yelling something [F/N] couldn't make out. It sounded as if she was underwater, The noises muffled by her submersion under what felt like the entire ocean crashing upon [F/N]'s form.

As her feeling was regained, She felt as if she was covered within bundles of cloth. Not just from the light blanket that was snuggled over her form but instead it was all around her body.

Her face, Her arms, Her legs and her torso. They all felt like they were bound with chains made of woven wool and fabric. It was uncomfortable, Making [F/N] squirm and groan even more as she tried to break free from their hold.

A dark shadow was casted over her vision, Blocking out the flash directly above her. It gave [F/N] time to adjust to her surroundings as her blurry vision tried to focus in on what exactly she was seeing above her.

It was a figure, It was a person, At least that's what [F/N] could make out anyways. It was made out of many shapes and angles. A round and soft jaw with strong square shoulders, They were small, [F/N] could tell that much.

She squinted, Trying to get a better look at the face of the figure. Their hair was dark and it faded into a lavender hue, Their eyes matched the colour perfectly too and it seemed like they had some kind of accessories in their hair.

It was Shinobu.

Shinobu's eyes were looking over her frantically, [F/N] now recognised the expression painting her as shock and determination as [F/N] felt her hands start to run across her body. She seemed to be yelling, But [F/N] couldn't for the life of her understand what it was.

But as [F/N] looked closer and closer at the face of Shinobu, [F/N] could see some.. Irregularities.

For one, The soft jaw that Shinobu had sported was still very much there but seemed more defined now. Her body was more mature now, The small girl that Shinobu always was seemed to have grown an extra inch or two.

[F/N] tried to speak, To question where she was or how she had gotten here. But it only came out as choked gargles and coughs as she sputtered them out.

Her voice, It was unrecognisable. It didn't even sound human as her lungs suddenly shot up in flames, Making her roll around in agony.

She was steadied by the firm hands of Shinobu, Who still seemed to be yelling as the people she was calling for came rushing into the room. More and more figures surrounding her, One's [F/N] only had a flicker of recognition for.

She lay there, Held down by a strange looking caricature of her friend and covered in what [F/N] only now recognised as bandages. Her eyes bloodshot and her body was covered in her own boiling sweat.

[F/N] was confused, Dazed and absolutely terrified. The last thing she remembered was a sword stabbing into what looked to be a hulking body of a demon, Then there was a bright white flash, Ending with the most agonising moments of [F/N]'s life before passing out.

She whined like a caged animal, Trapped and held down onto her bed as she cried out gargled words and choked on her own saliva.

Her thoughts were just as muddled as her mind was, Screaming incoherent rants and rambles that made her want to holler out obscenities. Though only one was understandable, Only one she could think.

What happened?

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"You've never done anything for me.. When have you ever given me the debt I have been own?"

[F/N]'s voice echoed through the cold halls of the haiden, Her plight was whispered back to her in the most condescending and mocking tone. [F/N]'s tears dripped down onto the dusty wooden floor, Hot boiling liquid that stung her face now wetting the floorboards.

Her voice was shaken, It was flimsy by the tone and sounded like it would shatter at any given moment. But it was also angry, It was raging. [F/N]'s heart swelled with an undying lucidity that she just couldn't break down any longer.

That spark, She recognised it now. It was the candles in Osaka, The ones that were lit so poorly by the locals, The one's that made her so very irritated before.

But now the flickering embers were a raging inferno, It was scorching, It was fire that could melt steel from a blade. It burned inside her now, The climax of it's fury turning into a callous wildfire.

The votives were poorly lit, The care that [F/N] use to put into lighting her own was gone too, Now burning the foliage and ferns around her in it's wake.

Her hands gripped the decaying floorboards. Her teeth started to grind against each other, Near foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog ready to bite. Veins were visible in her forehead as she spoke.

"I've worshipped you for years and you leave me with nothing, I.. I trusted that you would make everything okay, I wanted it to be okay! But it's.. Not.." She spat out, Trying to keep her calm was a Sisyphean task now.

She couldn't calm the candles, She couldn't whittle down the embers. Now only stoking the flames as she continued to rant on.

"At this point I don't know what's worse.. Me just worshipping a deity who isn't even there, Or me worshipping a deity that just doesn't care. And I don't know which is the truth anymore." [F/N] said, Getting up from her position of grovelling on the ground.

Her knees were stained with dust and dirt, Her kimono was ragged and near falling off of her shoulders. Her eyes were a faint red and her lip was twitching, Begging to let out a scream or a cry, Anything to express how she was feeling.

The mission in Osaka, [F/N] recalled it so vividly in her mind that it might as well have happened a minute ago. It had went wrong, So very wrong. It was the day she found out what the eighth form of soul breathing was really capable of.

They had ran into Lower moon one, Found him with an iron grip on the festival and feeding on the people there. They had tried to fight him: Shinobu, Mitsuri and [F/N]. But it was futile, They were barely enough to defeat him before [F/N] had to take drastic measures.

She didn't remember much after that, Only waking up within the butterfly mansion months after they had gone to Osaka. She had been put into a coma for over a year, Barely surviving her encounter with them.

Though through the foggy mist of the events that happened there, [F/N] did remember one thing:

Her candle went unanswered.

[F/N] sniffled sharply as she stumbled a few steps towards the old altar, The spiders and beasties nestled in it before were long scared off by her banshee like wails as she approached the structure.

Her hands rested on it, Her eyes landing on a candle.

[F/N]'s face contorted into the calmest expression she could muster, Yet her eyelids stayed wide open and her nose still snarled.

"S-Speak to me Inari, Tell me that I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm overreacting and you really do care for me after all.." [F/N] whispered to the candle, Her eyes examining the melted wax. She was expecting something, Anything.

The only response she got was the defeaning silence of her own isolation, Her own loneliness within the winding hall of the haiden. There was no answer from her patron, No response for all of her hard work over the years.

[F/N] stayed deathly still, Her nails dug into the edge of the altar as she waited by the candle. Her eyes pleaded with it silently, Tears running down her face as her entire body started to shudder.

Nothing, Absolutely nothing came to solve her panic.

The grip on the altar was released.

[F/N] stumbled back, Staring blankly at the altar.

She was still, Unmoving.

She stood there for several minutes, Just blindly looking at the structure.

All before she let out a single noise.

"Hah..-" [F/N] wheezed. It was a laugh, It was one precise laugh. The corners of [F/N]'s lips started to curve, Turning up into a tight lipped grin as her eyes were dead open, Staring wildly at the altar.

"Hah-.. Hah- Haha-" [F/N] started to giggle and by all means it sounded normal, Echoing back to her within the expanse of the room. Her body began to tense up, Hands raising to a mouth as she giggled harder.

"Haha- Hahahaha- Hahaha-" Wheezes were taken in-between every breath [F/N] took as she started to laugh harder. Her knees starting to shake as her smile turned into a contorted grin, Eyes still set on the altar.

"HahaHAHAha- HAH- Hah-" It was wild now, Her laughter turned into cackling, It was mad and hysterical like a hyena ready to pounce onto it's prey. She snorted, Hands clasping over her mouth to try and conceal her insane bouts of noise.

[F/N] screamed.

Her laughter was turned into wails, Her smile dropping down into an enraged maw. She howled, A strained cry that was mangled as it reverberated around her echo chamber.

She took a thumping step towards the altar, Her entire body weight hitting the floorboards and shaking the very foundations of the building she stood in. She marched forward, Each vibration ran through the ground as she walked.

As she went she spotted an old candle lighter, A long metal stick that was used to reach the candles too far out of a maidens grasp. Though it wasn't safe from [F/N]'s as she lowered down to pick it up on her march.

She approached slowly, Her laughter was nothing but strained shrieks now whispered under her ragged breath.

The grasp on the candle-lighter was gripped so tight that it started to leave marks in [F/N]'s hand, But that didn't matter anymore as she reached the altar.

She stood before it, Taking in the lost grace of it's construction from what was so grand before. How far it had fallen, How beautiful it use to be, Now turned into a mockery of what it was.

[F/N] raised the candle-holder above her head, The metal still shining from the dim-light the creaked door shown.

She looked at it all once more, A sad nostalgia playing on her face for only a split second. Hesitancy maybe, But it was all washed away by the actions that followed.

"FAKE!" [F/N] hollered out her cries, The candle-holder was swung down with force akin to a god's as she smashed the altar of her own.

The wood burst out from the structure, Lumber falling and breaking down from it's place. The used candles dropped down to the ground, Clattering and rolling away as the splinters spread across the floor.

[F/N]'s hands raised once more, Her eyes wild and angry as she looked at her work. But it wasn't done, It wasn't over. She raised the candle-lighter, High above her head. And this time there was no more hesitancy left in her swing.

She brought it down.

"CRUEL!"

Vases fell off from the counter, Shattering and spreading porcelain everywhere.

"KILLER!"

The noise screamed at her in echoes, Breaking wood and snapping of twine hollering of their destruction.

"MONSTER!"

The whole thing collapsed, [F/N] kept beating the corpse of the altar, Eyes wild and filled with fury.

"MEANINGLESS!"

Her wails and shrieks felt so raw and visceral, It was like mountain lion's scream down to the exact decibel. Coming from a place [F/N] never knew existed.

"WORTHLESS EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING!" [F/N] screamed, The candle-lighter swinging down one final time. It smashed into the floorboards, Causing an eruption of more splinters as the candle-lighter got stuck within the dent.

[F/N] tugged at it, The pushed end of the candle-lighter refused to come out of the crater she made. Though it wouldn't budge, The tug was enough to pull [F/N] out of whatever break she was going through.

The candle-lighter was dropped from her hands, Grip releasing from the tool as it clattered to the floor.

[F/N] stumbled back, Steps pattering against the aching boards.

She looked at what she had done, What mess now lain strewn across the floor. Parts and pieces, Splintered shards of bark and fallen candles surrounded her feet. Vases which contained such masterful depictions of Shinto lore were now nothing but powder across a dusty floor.

[F/N]'s lip trembled as she still let out small guttural whimpers, Her throat hurt badly, Burning in her chest and at the back of her neck. Her fingers shook as she stood back, Hands trying to clutch a non-existent object as she realised she had dropped the candle-lighter.

"You are nothing to me.." She whispered as faint as the cold chill running through the room, Her bloodshot eyes watered up scorching tears as she stepped back even further. Shaking her head as they started to fall.

"You are nothing.." She mumbled, Her expression crawling into a snarl as her forlorn face was quickly covered up by the burning embers of the candles. Her teeth being bore once more, Saliva dripping down her chin.

She stared, Her eyes reflecting the votive's light as a sickening spark grew in her eyes. An idea was rearing it's head, And it was horrid and deformed.

"I-If you haven't been listening to me at all, Then.. Then.." [F/N] paused, Thinking over her words.

Her hands clenched into fists.

"I'll make sure you'll hear me now." [F/N] breathed out. Her respiration shaking as her body snapped around, A given mission now assigned to her as she marched out of the haiden creating heavy thumps in her wake.

The tears falling down her face barely grazed her any longer, Her footsteps were calculated and determined with every press of her sole on the floorboards. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she advanced down the hall.

She passed the tapestries and banners displayed on the decaying walls, Her pace quickening to avoid their contents. They depicted such beautiful tales, A kitsune and a dragon, The gods in all their fallen glory.

They all mocked her, What she had become. The figures that brought her such solace within her soul, She had looked at them with such pride before, Standing before the tapestries to admire them.

But she barely looked at the obvious flaws in the linework as she stormed past.

Despite the way her steps were thought out, She wasn't sure about what she was about to do. She didn't even know what she was going to do, But that didn't matter as her anger triumphed over it all.

You can't put out a raging wildfire with doubt or confusion, It didn't care about what it burned or what was in it's path. It just kept on going along with the rapid pace of her steps, Eyes dead set on the pathway in front of her.

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[F/N] stood standing on the docks, Feet firmly planted against the rickety old wood.

The void outside was as dark as ever, A monotonous hum reverberating within the shadowed world she was living in. The only thing to break it up was the sloshing of chilling water below her and the wind travelling throughout the cavern.

The shrine before the girl stood as tall as ever, Two stories as tall as a mountain were looming over the girl and casted a shadow to her. Wooden shutter windows lined every wall in a pattern, Stone lanterns hanging from the walls were breaking up the gaps in between them.

How they were lit, [F/N] didn't know. She wasn't focusing that however as she was currently measuring the length of the building.

The shrine was always abnormally tall for it's kind, Shinto shrines often not being as tall as hers was. This one measured to a whopping fifty feet, Sixty if you count the elevated position it sat upon on the docks.

The first floor consisted of about thirty, The second being about twenty. Since this was the less developed version of her shrine the third floor hadn't been constructed and had gave away the extra metres it usually held on top.

The extra hallways that surrounded the main body of the building were jutted out from the sides, Surrounding and making a barrier around the main dock that sprouted all of the other ones.

[F/N] looked at the juts sticking out of the walls. The rims surrounding the wooden windows, The dip in the firm bricks that could make for a good foothold. She calculated her moves, Sweat dripping down her brow and pooling in her palms.

The tears still flown down her face, They were burning her. They fuzzed up her vision and made her sniffle, Her breath irregular as she needed to make sharp intakes of breath every other inhale.

Her mind too was scattered like a sea of puzzle pieces. The comforting movements or the fresh sea breeze of the ocean below her wasn't enough to calm her nerves, She wasn't feeling right and she couldn't recognise that.

[F/N] took a step, Then another and another. A slow and unsure pace building up into a misguided march as she stormed towards the shrine in front of her, Brows furrowing, Hesitancy was no longer an option.

Hesitancy was her achilles heel, Her fear was what was holding her back. It didn't matter anymore, She had no more time for excuses. All her life she was waiting for some god to fix her life, To make it better. And for once, She was going to take it into her own hands.

She was done with leaving it in some false deities control. She has had no bid over her own life. She didn't get to choose on being here, She didn't draw the cards she was given at birth. But now? Now she was going to do the one deciding action, The one that would give her some semblance of agency.

As she reached the first wall of the shrine, [F/N] didn't hesitate to put a hand out and grip onto the dip of the bricks of the wall above her. Her foot did the same, Feeling around before finding a good cavity to haul her up.

[F/N] launched herself up, Her hand gripping onto a higher brick with her foot following close behind. It was steady, She realised. So she started to climb and traverse the first floor of the shrine.

The thirty feet were an easy feat to clamber up, With her time traversing the streets of buildings and rows of rocky rooftiles. It was child's play to say the least, Not even counting the worst of what she has ascended.

The first floor was done in an instant, Her hand brushing against the aquamarine rooftiles and gripping onto them to haul her upper body up. What softened muscles she had left was just enough to do so.

As she pulled herself onto the roof she took no time on crawling over to the second floor and starting her routine all over again. Rising the brick-built wall with finesse as she went further and further.

The air had gotten colder up here, The wind picking up along with it. The further she went along she could feel the force of it whipping her Samue against her skin. The chill running down her spine however wasn't enough to stop her as she kept going.

[F/N] reached the top, Throwing a leg over the final roof and rolling over onto the top of tiles. She wheezed as her back hit the rough texture of them, Her breath turning into vapour in the new cool of the air surrounding her.

She pushed herself up, Her upper body left to face the vast horizon looking out around her.

Everything was so small now, The winding docks like spiderwebs really did seem like that size now as she perceived them as the finest woven strings on a canvas. She had seemed so high now, Though even as she was, She peered up towards the sky there was no ending in sight.

"The fuck.." [F/N] breathed as she wiped the tears from her cheeks, A firm headache already starting to pound in her head from the lack of liquids. It's what kept her out of her trance as she finally got up from her sitting position.

She stumbled to her feet, Turning as she placed them upon the spine of the rooftop. She stepped forward, One foot at a time as she made her way to the end of the rooftop. Once she did, She looked down.

It was a long drop, The lanterns hanging on the first floor's walls were the size of ants now. It made her feel nauseous and almost loose her balance. She quickly steadied herself, Retaining control over her position.

If she landed right, Then maybe she could crack her skull open and make her demise come much quicker. The pain being unsavoury in her mouth.

[F/N] gulped, Eyes turning away from the drop below in favour of looking to the ebony skies above. Her lips quirked before her jaw opened up, Ready to speak as her anger returned to her.

She spread her wings, Presenting herself to the world above.

"I-Inari, Are you listening? Are you able to see what's happening?!" [F/N] yelled out in to the void, Her voice reverberating back to her within the cabin, Letting her hear the visceral crunch in her voice.

As usual, She got no answer, Letting her continue on.

"M-My life is a fucking mess because of you. Everyday I would pray to you and your altar, I performed ceremonies and dances in your honour. I-I did everything right, So why? Why have I never been compensated.." [F/N] called out, Nose scrunching up in anger.

Her arms lowered, Hands balling up into fists as she stared up into the abyss. She shook her head, Tears soaring down from her eyes.

"..Y-You know what? I never even wanted anything special, I never wanted an abundance of riches or fame wilder than my imaginations.. I.. I just wanted to be okay.." [F/N] choked out, A clear shake in her voice as she spoke.

She took a moment. Recalling back to everything she had been through, How Inari could've stepped in. She tried to remember a good moment in her life, One that made her feel any semblance of normalcy in her life.

But all she thought of was the face of a single girl, Her pink hair wrangled into braids was so vivid in her mind. But [F/N] shook it off, The feeling she got was overruled by their final talk.

"It.. It feels like you're torturing me, Inari. Why.. W-Why was I ever born?" [F/N] whispered so quietly under her breath, So shortly that it faded into her respiration. But within the echo of the cave, It was heard loud and clear for her.

"W-Why was I born without any meaning, For my entire life I have went through the motions without any semblance of it. E-Everyone else has a motivation not lost to time, So why me? Why am I the outlier!?" [F/N] screamed, Her voice guttural and coming from her chest.

For her walk of life there was no destination to where she was going, What meaning she had tried to scavenge: Protect and provide for Shizuko, Become a Hashira with Mitsuri and their pact together.

Her pacts, Her promises and her vows, She had failed every single one of them. What little hope she had held for her future back then had been long gone, There was nothing left for her to do.

She had already failed Shizuko and Mitsuri. She had failed them all. Getting out of this place was impossible.

[F/N] stood their for a long time within the silence of the rooftop. The wind ran through her hair, Flowing like ribbons within a summer's breeze. She wasn't expecting an answer, Her eyelids drooping down as she realised this.

She frowned, Letting the water fall free from her eyes.

"Even so.. I am a horrible person." [F/N] mumbled, Raising her hand to her eyeline the only thing she saw was red. The blood of hundreds, The wet crimson stain of someone else's life-force was forever imbedded onto her fingertips.

She looked back up towards the sky, Anger gone from her eyes and replaced with absolutely nothing.

"I am a monster. I am nothing but a rat in the gutter of society, It.. It would've been better if I never existed in the first place.." [F/N] said, The blood on her hands was dripping and covered her entire body in the disgusting filth of red.

It covered her head to toe, The blood of innocence she was drenched in. Almost brought back to her time on the streets, Makeshift sword in hand as she went through another and another with nothing but survival on her mind.

It was the only thing she saw when she looked in a mirror. A horrible beast covered in ichor of another, She couldn't bare to look at it, Never wanting to see the truth of who she really was inside.

Her sorrow pounded so heavy in her chest that it succeeded her heartbeat. [F/N] breathed in the cool night's air, Taking it in for a final time as she took in the sublimity of her surroundings.

The lost life that she had lived, The pointless need for her to even exist in the first place. Life isn't anything more for her. She remembered how pathetic she is, How disgusting she was to even bring attention to how she feels in the first place.

There were points in life where she would act out of place, Slightly melancholy to try and get a response asking if she was okay. A turn of the head or a persistent frown to plaster her face.

She never had gotten it however, Leaving her disappointed.

However on the very slim occasion that she did, Outliers in the statistic. She had felt seen and exposed, She hated the attention she had gotten and answered with a simple "I'm fine". She had never built up the courage to ever just admit it, To just say what she wanted to.

She chided herself for doing so, For being such a manipulative person. She shouldn't be trying to make people worry about her, They had much more important matters to be attending to than supporting a dead-weight. And coming down from her high just wasn't an option anymore

"Life is just not worth living.. There is no redemption for me, I.. I realise that now.." [F/N] commented. It was so casual, Sounded like such a normal sentence in a conversation yet words so concerning to a normal ear.

[F/N] smiled sadly, A rush of melancholia coming over her once more. Her foot edged closer to the tip of the rooftop, Bits of stone falling off into the drop below. The shine in her eyes long gone.

Kokushibo, Her captor and her proclaimed older brother. Once she did this she could finally spite him in once final move, If he really did care for her after all. She hoped he'd cry, Such a terrifying demon, What a sight it would be to see him sob.

Besides, It would be nice to have someone who would mourn.

She hoped he suffered, [F/N] prayed of whatever faith she had left in her that he would burn. [F/N] reached to the lotus hairpin she still had clipped to her hair, Yanking it out and tossing it aside further down the roof.

[F/N] smiled for one final time, Taking in her senses. The rush of the wind and the way it tickled at her skin, The fresh smell of sea-foam and the sounds of the water's waves hitting against each other.

It was the last time she would ever experience it.

"G-Goodbye, Inari. If reincarnation truly exists, I hope you do me better in a different life.." [F/N] smiled out at the void, Her voice carrying miles across the vastness of the void. Tears still fell down as her voice shook, Saliva dripping down her chin and her entire body swaying in the wind.

Her foot lifted in the air, Dangling over the drop below.

[F/N] spread her wings, Arms reaching as far as she could go as she took a deep breath in.

Closing her eyes, Her fear wouldn't hold her back any longer.

Her balance started to fail, Swaying side to side before f-

"[F/N]!!!"

A voice screamed out within the void, Echoing and hollering around like a broken tape.

Her eyes widened.

The foot that was stretched out landed back onto the tiled roof in surprise, Making her stumble back and regain her balance. She took a sharp intake of breath as her body jerked around to look at the intruder.

In that split moment, Time seemed to stop. Nothing moved, Not the waters sloshing together below nor the settling of the shrine. [F/N]'s body going rigid at the sight of the person calling her name from behind.

It's him.

Her bloodied eyes met the broken glass of Akaza's, The gold in his medallion eyes stared at her with such rage that she could feel it resonate deep within her bones.

He stood there almost as if he was about to throw a punch, His fists balled up. His fangs were bared too as he looked at what she was about to do with eyes like a wild animal, [F/N] felt her heart stop in her chest as she watched him stand on the other side of the roof.

[F/N] felt her sweat drop from her forehead, Jaw dropping as she stared at him. The mess that she was, Stared back at him with He looked back, Sheer anger burning in his eyes as he spoke.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

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THUMP!

The tree slammed down onto the ground, Roots upturned as it was evicted from it's planted position within the soil.

It was a large oak tree with winding branches, The leaves were newly blossomed from the early spring and were as green as the wildlife flourishing within the forest. But that didn't matter any longer, The fresh leaves would be returned to the earth they were sprouted from.

Akaza was breathing heavily a few feet away from the crater he made, His fist still out as if to punch the ghost of the lumber he had fallen. Sweat dripped down his brow as he looked out across the forest.

It wasn't the first tree he had derooted, Nor was it any different from the other one's within the forest. He had left a trail of fallen tree's in his wake, Scaring off the critters and creatures living within them.

Akaza's fists lowered, Feeling the spring night's breeze brush against his skin and run through his salmon hair. He breathed in and out, Taking in that sublime rush of the wind and the way it flowed against him.

Akaza looked at the tree he had upturned. The roots jutted out and still held a residue of the soil still on them, He looked at the crater and saw worms and other kind of insects writhing around from the sudden exposition.

It did nothing to quell his combative rage, He had come out here to cool it down from what had happened back in the infinity castle.

He should of been doing this to a human being, Mowing them down as he was showered with their enticing blood. Akaza by all means should of been trying to find a strong opponent to go up against, Then feast on their nutritious flesh.

But he wasn't.

The nearby village that was only a mile away from his current point just didn't rile up any hunger in him. Even as he passed by undetected in the darkest corners of the streets, Watching the most delicious livestock go about their everyday lives.

Akaza just didn't feel that hungry.

He definetly should've been, With all the moon-showered time he had spent in the shrine he should of worked up a voracious appetite to say the least. But he had found that his hunger was less demanding than it usually was.

For a demon such as himself, His hunger was what defined him. Any new blood turned into the side of the night would instantly become ravenous, Instantly searching for some kind of meal to satisfy that: Even if it was their own kin.

And even after they had devoured and consumed the flesh of their meal, The hunger stuck with them forever. Eternally ravenous and cursed to eat what use to be of their own, That's how it was.

But that wasn't the case for Akaza, Not anymore at least.

Akaza rumbled, In one single movement he sat himself down onto the grassy floor. It made him angry, The thought of becoming satisfied. His hunger was what made him strong, What drove him to eat more human beings and become even more powerful.

Was he becoming weak, Him? Akaza? No way, He couldn't be weak. He was in the Kizuki, He was a demon! He should be strong, He is strong. Strength equals hunger and his satiation was not acceptable to him by any means

Was it because of what happened back in the shrine?

It did make him angry, It did. The fact that the girl he had ties to was the man he was dead-set on hunting down made him irritated. But that was just it, Irritation. It wasn't any life-changing rage or revelation that made him want to kill.

Maybe he did overreact, Only realising that as he felt the night-time grass start to tickle at his exposed skin. It was a shock, That's what it was. But why he also felt angry about it was a mystery too.

Could it be that he was feeling a sense of betrayal? Betrayal of what, Their friendship? No, They weren't friends. They were business partners and sticking to their deal of no personal relations during it.

She did say she was a Hashira, He did figure out that she was a slayer in the first place. There was nothing hidden or obscured so she didn't technically lie.

Akaza huffed, This shouldn't matter in the first place. He doesn't care if she lied or not, Why would he, They're not close and their not friends so should he even care. He shouldn't even be thinking about it this much.

So why did he have such a bad feeling in his stomach?

It wasn't just his hunger, It was something else entirely. It felt foreboding, It felt like thousands of vermin were pooling within his stomach and fighting over his organs delicious flesh.

It didn't feel good, Akaza could tell that much.

It was driving and pulling, Made him feel that something bad was going to happen. But what though? He had nothing currently on his to-do list except for the usual: Searching for the blue spider lily, Hunting down and trying to convert Hashira as well as tracking down those Kamado kids his master had spoken about.

It wasn't any of those things, The feeling just didn't match up to any of the deeds. As the grass brushed against his skin, Akaza groaned, Unable to rest his shoulders or let go of the heavy bundle of green he was clutching in his hands.

"Damnit.." Akaza mumbled through his teeth. That feeling made him want to get up, He followed it as a single hand jumped him to his feet. The bare soles of them touching the ground as he tried to concentrate on what he was experiencing.

It almost felt like a warning, Something yelling in the back of his head to do something. But when, Why or where? Back in the infinity castle or the shrine, Akaza groaned at the thought of going back and dealing with [F/N].

[F/N]

Bells rang off at the sound of her name.

That feeling, That foreboding omen was about [F/N]. Akaza could feel it.

He needed to go back, That's what he needed to do. Akaza needed to return to the shrine and… Ask more questions. Yes, That was it, Questions. He needed to ask questions about [F/N] as a Hashira as he was suppose to do.

His vision was of a man in a mask, His build completely different to her current figure. Akaza wanted to know how it was possible for them to be the same person in the first place, Be a good servant to his master and get information out of her while retaining their deal.

He shrugged it off, Easily accepting the reasoning inside his mind. Turning and taking a few steps off into the clearing he opened his mouth, Exposing his canines and starting to speak.

"Nakime!" He yelled out into the forest, Voice echoing against the timber and screaming straight back at him. Akaza stood there for a few seconds, Muscles not moving an inch before the strum of a biwa rung out.

Akaza was gone in an instant, The only trace of him left was a trail of fallen tree's to mark his movements throughout of the woods. The lingering wind brushing against the grass he once stood on before going still all together.

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"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

The voice still shrieked in [F/N]'s ears even though the source had his jaw snapped shut.

Her red eyes looked over to the demon a few metres down the roof. She felt like her heart had stopped inside her chest, Organs failing as her body stiffened up from rigor mortis.

Though that metaphor was suppose to be more literal than it was made out to be, The person interrupting her making that impossible. [F/N] kept trying to open her mouth, Gawking at him as she tried to find the words to say.

Her mouth felt dry, Barren of words. How was he here? Why is he here? [F/N] hadn't felt his soul aura anywhere before coming up here, No trace or residue left so she would be left to do her business in peace.

Her current mental state, That must've been it. It had fogged her mind and clouded her senses, She was too caught up in what she was doing to notice his presence return from the other world.

Her mind was running miles an hour, Of course she wouldn't notice, How could she notice? Though her heart winced once she saw his expression, The baby pink hair that was blowing in the abyss' wind had morphed his face into that of a girl she knew too well.

[F/N] tried not to look at him too closely.

"Aren't you going to answer me?! The fuck do you thing you're doing up here?!" Akaza hollered, The sheer volume of it carrying so far in the wind that it made [F/N] flinch.

Her heel brushing against the edge, Almost falling off she yelped in surprise.

Akaza stepped forward though he stopped once he saw she regained her balance.

"L-Leave me the hell alone, Akaza! This doesn't involve you!!" [F/N] screamed back at him, Her surprise morphing into outrage as she tried to mimic his stature once more. Though it was a caricature of what it once was.

Akaza scoffed, Taking another step towards her.

"Yeah? Well what the fuck is this?! Cause it seems to me that you're about to kill yourself!" He answered back with no hesitation, Making [F/N] take in a sharp breath of the freezing air.

"S-So what if I am, Eh? What if I am.. I-It doesn't involve you so leave me the fuck alone so I can do this!" She screamed, Turning back around towards the drop below and raising her leg once more to hang it over the drop.

Akaza yelled out and in an instant, [F/N] felt a crushing hand around her upper arm, Making her cry out.

He had moved so fast in a single moment, [F/N] had no time to react.

"You idiot! Of course this fucking involves me! Of course it does!" He yelled in her face, Strings of saliva connecting his canines to his molars hit her face. She winced, The glow of his eyes only inches away from hers.

The way she was acting right now, It was so alien to what she was like before. [F/N] was callous, Reckless even. She wasn't in her right mind and Akaza could tell that from the way that her fighting spirit was now present.

It was the first time he had ever felt it, The first spark of her spirit that he had ever felt.

And it was roaring.

It was volatile, It was dangerous. It pulsated with such anger and hatred that it made a chill run down Akaza's spine, He had never felt anything like it before. It was so powerful too, It made his shoulders raise and his nails dig into his palms in preparation of a fight.

Ferocious, It wanted to bite.

[F/N] smiled, It wasn't happy or sad but instead it was malicious. A cruel kind of expression that hissed venom.

"O-Oh yeah. Because if I die, You lose your ticket to number one, Am I right?" [F/N] mused as her smile grew acidic, Pushing her face further to his as she examined his expression turning from her words.

It fell, His face. The angry visage he sported was still there yet it had fallen into some kind of disbelief or confusion. He just.. Blinked, Looking at her standing unfazed. Why he cared, Akaza didn't know.

The only thing that he did know is that she couldn't do what she was about to do, What irreversible act he wouldn't let her commit. Akaza shook his head, Gawking at her.

"That's not what I mean- For fuck's sake can you not see what you're doing to yourself right now?!" His anger picked back up as his words ramped back up into wrath, [F/N] rolled her eyes at his words.

"I know exactly what I'm doing.. S-So how about you stand back and let me go?!" She bit back, Tugging at her upper arm to try and let him to forgive his grip. Akaza only tightened it, Yanking her further back from the edge.

"No, You will come down from this fucking roof and you will speak about whatever the hell is making you do this, Right now!" He yelled, Nose jutting into her face as [F/N] exposed her grinding teeth in rage.

"Why do you care so much?! L-Let me go!" She yelled, Starting to struggle harder against his iron clad grip around her upper arm. Akaza didn't budge however, Tugging her further and further away from the edge.

"No!" Akaza responded, Making [F/N] hiss.

She snarled and in one swift movement she drew her head back and slammed it against Akaza's.

Akaza yelled out in shock as he forehead roughly connected with hers, Taking him by surprise as he stumbled back several steps.

[F/N] felt the throb as the contents within her skull started to rock at her movement, Though she composed herself as Akaza's grip was let go from her arm.

In one swift movement her body jerked around, Her foot pressing down onto the spine of the of the roof and launching her forward towards the edge. There was no more time to hesitate as she started sprinting to the edge.

Her feet thundered against the roof tiles, Sweat falling from her face as she tried to get to the end of the roof.

Her foot hit the border of the spine, The one hanging off the sixty foot drop below. She prepared to launch herself off before she felt the strength of two toned arms wrap around her waist.

"Gh-" [F/N] sputtered as they caged her in, Squeezing her tight as her body was lunged backwards and thrown across the roof.

Her body tossed and turned within the air, Wind rushing against her body as she spun around for only a second before her back hit the rough texture of the tiled roof. Once she did she bounced, Once then twice before skittering to a halt.

Akaza stood a few metres away, Their positions now switched as he stood in her place at the edge while she was splayed out on the other side of the roof.

He opened his mouth, Yelling out his words.

"Don't understand what the hell you're doing?! Are you really this ready to waste yourself on this roof?! Are yo-?"

"-Shut up."

[F/N]'s voice spat out, A raw and primal sound that made Akaza instantly close his mouth. It was her fighting spirit, It was growing by the second. The sense of danger, The overwhelming sense of hatred burning inside her was stark.

He had never seen a spirit so strong and repugnant before.

[F/N] pushed herself up by her elbows, Her form shaking as she got onto her knee's and looked at Akaza with such loathing and ire that it could kill from a single glance.

A wild beast, That was the only thing looking back at him.

"L-Leave, Now. If you're worried about Kokushibo then he won't suspect a thing that you're here, Kaigaku won't tell- He'd already be dead from his master's blade for letting me die." [F/N] said as she got up from the floor, Standing up on shaking legs as she met him eye to eye.

Akaza's brows furrowed, His shoulders raising higher than they already were as he matched her stance.

"No, I don't know why you're trying to do this- But for fuck's sake is this really worth it?! Get the fuck down from this roof, [F/N]!" He yelled back at her. What words he meant to say came out as a threat, What words he wanted to let spill was masked as anger.

[F/N] tilted her head, Almost mocking him.

"W-What? Some 'throwaway shrine maiden' is worth keeping around huh? I'm not getting down, I-I'm choosing to do this, Akaza. So let me end this now.." [F/N] hissed though it almost sounded like pleading, The way her eyes looked at him almost seemed desperate.

Akaza cracked his knuckles, Preparing. He stared at her, Eyebrows lowering as his glare burned into her.

"I won't let you." Akaza finalised.

[F/N] cracked her neck, Rolling her shoulders as her hands turned into fists.

"Fine by me."

As soon as the words left her mouth her legs started to move. Her figure instantly turning around to the other side of the roof and starting to sprint towards it, Feet going as quickly as she could.

Akaza chased after her, His demonic speed was no match for her human stamina as he swiftly tackled her down to the ground.

His body slammed into hers, His shoulder pushing into the dip of her back and making her yelp out in pain. She collapsed to the ground, Akaza on top of her with the sheer force of their impact shaking the building.

[F/N] hissed as she wildly hit at Akaza from behind, Her front pressed against the rooftop and unable to aim her hits. He had a hand holding her down onto the roof, Restraining her movements with a single hand to the back.

Even when she did hit him, It didn't even make him flinch. His demonic endurance was too much to be affected by what felt like a light touch to his skin.

"Give it up, Now!" Akaza spat as he looked down at her, Flailing about and screaming obscenities at him. She tried to struggle or wiggle her way out of his hold, But it was no use and there was nothing she could do.

Not until the shine of sapphiric blue caught her eye.

"No!" [F/N] took no time in grabbing the lotus hairpin that she had tossed aside only minutes ago, Her hand gripping onto the flower and flaunting the pin as she stabbed it without target towards Akaza.

"FUCKING DAMNIT-!" Akaza hollered out in pain as the pin was rammed into his right eye, Piercing into the jelly of the organ as it spurted out hot blood from the innards. [F/N] yanked it out, Which only made it spew out another hot stream of ichor.

He let go the hand on her back in favour of moving it towards the injury of his eye, Taking more time regenerating as it was an organ.

[F/N] slipped out from under him, Arms grasping at whatever she could of the roof as she started to stumble out into a jog.

"S-Stop trying so hard, Akaza! I have nothing left to live for, Let me do this-! Stop trying to save me!" [F/N] said as her legs ran along. How useful it would be to have a nichirin blade right now, How easier this entire process would be.

Though as she looked at the red covering the sapphire flower in her hand, The pearl ribbons pooling in her palm. She realised that the pin was made of scarlet iron ore. The exact same that swords of slayers were made out of.

Kokushibo, What little grace he had given her. He gave her something to use to finalise her life, To write the last chapter in a monotonous book that would never stop for the life of it. So that's why she would personally end it .

Akaza had already regenerated at this point, His right eye already as good as new as he chased after her.

[F/N] knew that if he had tackled her to the ground while she ran, She wouldn't get up again and her plight would end. So she turned around to face the music, Scarlet ore pin in her hand as she displayed it openly.

Akaza slammed a foot down in front of him. [F/N] flicked the pin like a switchblade.

"Last chance, [F/N]. Back down, Now!" Akaza called out but [F/N] didn't answer him, She only pushed a single foot towards him. Launching herself forward with the sharp end of the pin in her hand. Akaza raised his hands in defence.

The pin came down on him, The sharp end slashing down and cutting open his skin.

On it's own it wouldn't mean a single thing but as [F/N] hacked at him over and over again with unforeseen speed, Akaza could tell how the sheer will she had to win their fight.

"Why are you trying to do this?! What the hell are you going to gain from offing yourself?!" Akaza yelled out as he threw out a punch, His fist creating heat in it's movements as it went towards her chest. [F/N] dodged, Her movements flowing like water as she ducked under his fist.

"My redemption! If I can't have it in this life, Then I can have it in the next!" [F/N] yelled out as she flipped the pin in her hand upwards. She rose, Akaza had barely any time to dodge as the pin slashed into his arms once more.

Akaza gawked as they continued to deck out punches and slashes over and over again. [F/N] was tricky, She was fast and unpredictable in her movements due to the desperate ferality pulsating through her mind.

Saliva spat out from her mouth as she screamed, Veins popping in her forehead as she got quicker and quicker.

Akaza kept up however, His movements becoming swifter in tandem with hers. Throwing out left then right as she lowered up and down to avoid his attacks, They weren't to kill nor were they to harm which was the only thing holding him back from overpowering her.

They were to restrain, To hold her back from herself.

"Redemption? The hell do you mean by redemption?! What could you possibly do to redeem yourself by shedding your own goddamn blood?!" Akaza yelled as he threw out another punch.

"Y-You would never understand! It's better for everyone if I just die, Right here, Right now! There is nothing left for someone like me to live for!" [F/N] screamed as she swayed to the side, Avoiding his punch.

"You're not thinking clearly-! You have goddamn mountains to live for-!" Akaza yelled as he dodged another one of [F/N]'s slashes. Akaza didn't put any thought into what he said, Nor did he really understand it.

But it felt natural, Words coming easily onto his tongue.

[F/N] scoffed as she swung the pin once more.

"You don't know shit about me, You don't understand how much I deserve this- Akaza! There is no more reason for me to continue existing, There is no more meaning to my life! Let me go!" [F/N] shrieked as she jumped back and landed a few feet away on the roof.

Akaza lunged back as well. A fist punching into the roof as he landed, Making an eruption of tiles and wood erupt from the crater below. He snapped his head up towards [F/N], Who was sweating and breathing heavily.

As he looked at her. Details from weeks ago suddenly became much more prevalent than they did back then. The way her hand almost slipped from his when she dangled off the side of the infinity castle, The way she asked if there was a god with such uncertainty.

Akaza doesn't know why he cares, In truth he didn't have a personal connection to [F/N]. Not a massive one anyways but he still didn't want to see her harmed, Because she was a woman? Maybe.

"You shouldn't even care- You're a demon, But I suppose you don't like women getting harmed so maybe I should've expected this.." [F/N] commented, Confirming his thoughts as her nose scrunched up in disgust.

Akaza's lip turned into a snarl.

"I'm not letting you kill yourself because giving up on your life isn't a move the Hashira who killed one thousand would do. He's suppose to be strong! You're suppose to be strong so start living up to your name, Goddamnit!" Akaza yelled out at her, Standing up to his full height with every word dripping with truth.

[F/N]'s wrathful expression that burned so bright before, The one that shown her anger on her sleeve with such vigour before just.. Fell.

Her shoulders slumped, Her snarl dropping down into a tight lipped frown as her hands fell slack to her side. [F/N] just stared at him blankly, Her eyes shown no more fire, Burnt out and exhausted as she huffed in and out.

She gazed up towards the dark sky above, Biting her tongue. His words made her feel so small, [F/N] knew that he didn't mean it. [F/N] knew that but that didn't remove the impact that it brought upon her.

That title, The Hashira that slayed a thousand. It still weighed on her shoulders and picked away at her mind, The expectation and proclamation of her worth. How she loathed the way those string of words sounded.

She sighed, The breath coming out turning into cold mist as it floated away in the air.

Inari, I hope you're watching this.

She gripped the sapphire flower tighter and tighter, Her head turning down to look at the gleaming jewel in the little light that was provided to them. It was beautiful, A lotus flower with such beautiful petals. [F/N] raised it, Showing it to Akaza.

"Akaza. You know how heavy that title is on my shoulders, Right?" [F/N] said as she backed up a bit, Shaking the lotus in her hand to emphasise her point. Akaza blinked looking at the hairpin.

"How heavy?" Akaza responded in turn, Not understanding where she was going with this.

[F/N] smiled, Yet the expression she held had no happiness behind it. No joy and light as she shuffled back even more, Her face filled with nothing but apathy as her smile widened even further.

"Heavy enough to make the fall all the more harder." [F/N] said as if it was a punchline to a joke. But as Akaza's attention was finally drawn away from the hairpin his eyes widened, Finally being able to see what she was doing.

His attention was drawn away from her, His eyesight raised to obstruct her lower half. In the time that she had displayed her hairpin she had shuffled far enough to reach the edge.

Akaza had no time to react.

[F/N] smiled, Time seemed to stop for one final time. Everything was silenced as she began to fall backwards.

His eyes widened.

Her body tipped over, Her bare feet no longer connected to the tiles of the roof as the hairpin was let go from her hand, Falling down with her into the drop below.

Her Samue flowed in the wind, So sublime and gracefully as she started to fall. The air around them both got colder, The wind stopping in place as if to become bystander to the event unfolding.

[F/N] mouthed something, Something so small yet Akaza understood every syllable as he watched her mouth.

'Thank you for trying'

Then, She disappeared down below.

Akaza screamed.

In a second his back foot pushed forward, In a split second he had launched himself forward into the air at blinding speeds. His muscles pushed to his limits as he sprinted to the edge in record times and lunged off of it to follow her.

The air picked up again, Whipping against his skin as he watched [F/N] spin around in the air as she fell down towards the ground. Akaza maneuvered himself, Using his own weight to make him fall faster than she did.

[F/N] watched the world around her start to spin, Watched the wind rush around her as the world turned into a dark blur. She tried to kick away the fear building up inside her once more, Shutting her eyes so tight to block it out.

She exhaled, Letting the final breath be expelled from her lungs. Hair dancing in the wind as she fell, She tried to relax as the ground below her grew bigger and bigger. The docks becoming as detailed as she could.

This was it, Only a few more feet to fall. A single se-

THUMP!

Something hard jabbed into her side, A sharp pain erupting within her organs as she sputtered out blood.

[F/N] was launched only a few feet to the side, But it was enough for her to avoid the dock entirely. She recognised it as Akaza's hand, He had hurt her, He had broken his vows as he locked eyes with her mid-fall.

She didn't meet the face of old wood and rickety old fisher docks, Nor did she smell the coppery iron of her blood. None of them were present as she suddenly came face first with glowing aquamarine.

SPLASH!

[F/N] hit the waters, Aqua exploding into the air at impact as the droplets scattered around onto the wooden docks.

Her nerves were met with a burning cold, Suddenly surrounded by the freezing glow of the vast ocean. Oxygen deprived, She was left within the scorching yet somehow comforting sensation of the environment around her.

She was floating, There was no noise or sound apart from the bubbles rushing by her body and tickling against her bare skin. She was left to her thoughts, So dissonant and deprived from her surroundings.

How cruel must Inari be? Whenever she tries to end her suffering, There's always something to get in her way. Why was she just left to burn, Why did she never get any salvation from the deity she worshipped her entire life.

[F/N] stared up at the blurry waves that were sloshing back and forth against one and other, An undying battle to be the one on top. Their power broken against another who met their victim's fate only a moment later.

Seaweed danced and swayed within the ocean that she floated in. Tears starting to mix in with the water as she stared up at the waves in a trance. A puppet made to dance forever, To always be tethered no matter how much they may try to cut the strings.

Her lips parted, Eyes going dull as she was left to float.

A blurry figure made itself clear from the world above the water, Standing on the docks it took no time in diving into the chilling sea as he swam towards her limp body. [F/N] didn't even react when she felt an arm around her waist start to pull her up.

She had failed her second attempt just like she did her first, She didn't succeed. She was a failure as always, Unable to do anything right. Unable to keep a promise or unable to get out of bed in the mornings.

Whatever, The sun was always too bright for her anyways.

It's why she hated her childhood home, The sunlight always present 24/7 to taunt her. The night being a cold comfort in such a horrid life. She would stay in bed forever if she could, Forever under the temporary love of her covers.

As she felt her body being lifted out the water and oxygen finally returning to her lungs, She made no movement whatsoever. Like her limbs had given up moving, Like her muscles had caved in on themselves.

[F/N] smiled tiredly, As if it was funny to her.

How cruel.

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The wind spread across the vast dimension of the shrine, Blowing a brisk breeze against the skin of anyone who was lucky to bear it. But it left a frigid feeling in the bone's of [F/N], Who was currently sat upon the steps leading up towards the shrine.

She was draped and wrapped in an oversized towel Akaza had found in a deep section of the shrine, One he had made her follow him to collect as he didn't want to leave her alone for even a moment.

She was dripping in seawater, Her entire body was drenched in it and her Samue was sopping wet. Her hair dampened and dripping down as her head was dropped to look at her feet.

Huddling within the towel, Her knees were pulled close to her chest as her head was pushed into the dip of them. Hands wrapping around her form and towel draped over her to soak up all the water.

A splash of water exploded a few metres off of the dock, Akaza erupting from the sea and upper body draped over the side of the dock. His hand clutched the sapphire lotus hairpin tightly within his hands as he climbed onto the dock.

[F/N] made no move to react, Keeping her eyes dead-set on the puddle she made upon the steps. Not even daring to look up as she heard the heavy footsteps grow in volume as they marched towards her.

A dark shadow was cast over her in the shape of a toned figure. Akaza stood only a foot or two apart from her as he examined her form, Sapphire flower still clutched tightly in his hand as he stretched it out towards her.

"Your hairpin." Akaza said, Presenting it to her in a now open palm. [F/N] didn't raise her head to even look at it, Water droplets splattering onto the wood of the dock as she nudged her knees closer to her form.

Akaza knitted his brows before lowering down and placing the accessory beside her on the steps. [F/N] didn't move to take it then, Nor did she move to take it now. Akaza sighed, Moving along the dock.

[F/N] felt a weight beside her push down the wooden step she sat on, She didn't need to look to her side to know that Akaza had sat down beside her. Almost too close for comfort as he leaned over and placed his elbows onto his knees.

He didn't speak, What words that could've been said were already spoken but not by mouth. Akaza just gazed out into the far off horizon, Taking time to gather his thoughts before he spoke.

"Why'd you do it." Was all he said, Not looking back at her. It wasn't angry anymore but it wasn't weightless in the slightest. Neither of them spoke for a long while after he had, The sloshing of water was the only thing to hear.

[F/N] breathed out, Tugging the towel over her figure just a little more.

"Told you. Life just isn't worth living for me, It's a struggle just to get out of bed everyday.. I don't have any purpose.. Even if I did I'm a monster and a failure, My death would be my redemption as well as my cure.." She replied as she watched the water from afar with a forlorn gaze.

Akaza took a moment to soak the words into his skin, Listening to the settling of the shrine and feeling the wind brush against his skin. He felt his salmon hair start to wave, The feeling of it so delicate.

"You don't have a purpose?" Akaza prodded as he took a gaze back to her, Looking over her chilled and shaken body from the water. [F/N] shrugged slightly, Looking back at him with lame eyes.

"I like to think everyone has one.." She started, Dropping her head to the side as she started to think over her words. "I know they do.. I use to look at my co-workers and I could feel it, Like a sixth sense you know?"

Akaza turned to fully look at her, Nodding his head for her to continue on.

[F/N] clicked her tongue, Tapping her fingers against the dock.

"But not me, Whatever drive I had has been long gone.. My motivation just use to be survival, To be able to afford a meal or just keep myself alive.. Isn't that just pathetic?" [F/N] smiled sadly as she shook her head and sighed.

Akaza looked at her and felt something resonate inside of him, Something familiar and something he could almost relate to as an image of a boy punching a man appeared in his mind.

He blinked, The vision disappearing. Akaza shook it off as he turned his focus back towards her.

"No, I don't think so. Surviving is a vital part of humanity and just wanting to pay for food isn't pathetic in the slightest." Akaza responded as he saw the tapping of her fingers stop and her vision trail off.

"But that's just it. I was just surviving, I wasn't living.." [F/N] whispered so quietly, Her voice barely carrying within the air. The wind picked up, [F/N]'s hair dancing in the crisp breeze as she took a moment to take it in.

Akaza turned back towards the horizon. He didn't know what to say anymore, Emotions that he should never of felt in the first place had no phrase or word to convey what he wanted to speak.

[F/N] smiled as she felt the warm embrace of tears grace her thawing skin, They travelled down her cheeks and created an unscratchable itch as they reached her chin. They dropped to the floor as she took her entire environment in.

[F/N] turned to look at Akaza, Still smiling softly.

"..Do you want to know why I'm like this? You wanna hear the true reason why I deserve to die?" [F/N] asked, Smiling wider as Akaza turned to her with wide eyes. He stared at her for a moment before nodding.

[F/N] sniffled, Her arm moving out from under the towel and holding her hand out towards him. It was still soaking wet from the water, Droplets dripping down from the tips of her fingers.

"I want you to hold my hand, Then I'll explain everything.. I.. I've never told anyone this before, So I trust that you will keep it a secret.." [F/N] said, Nudging her hand further towards him.

Akaza's eyes narrowed in on her hand before glancing back up at her.

"I won't tell anyone, Not that I can but.. You really trust me to tell me this? Besides, Holding hands? Doesn't that seem a little personal?" Akaza said as his hand raised yet never took hers.

[F/N] sniffled, Rolling her eyes as she shrugged.

"A-Akaza, We are way past personal at this point. I'll be here for a long time so who cares if we do, Might as well. So fuck that rule and you hold my goddamn hand, Okay?" [F/N] demanded as she shoved her hand towards him, Wiping her tears with the other.

Akaza nodded.

He laid his hand in [F/N]'s, Her fingers curling around his as the dead cold of his hands started to be warmed by the comforting body heat of [F/N]'s hand. She took in a deep breath, Looking up towards the sky before exhaling.

"Alright. Here we go.."

Next Chapter

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In another life 3

Peter B Parker x GN!Reader

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Spider Ham hums a small tune as he walks through the park with a burger in his hand. He breathes in the steam trying to savor the smell but right as he goes to eat it an arrow shoots through it making it stick into a tree.

Spider Ham's eyes widened in shock and he turns to the perpetrator only to find his chipmunk friend, Y/N standing there with a bow in hand with a sheepish smile on their face.

"What's the big idea?"

"Sorry, Pete-"

Spider Ham rushes over and covers their mouth. He looks around to see if anyone was paying attention and turns to Y/N with a glare on his face.

"First you kill my burger then you want to expose my secret identity."

Spider Ham shakes his head at them with a disapproving frown.

"I thought we were friends..."

"We are."

Y/n's ears drop at his statement suddenly feeling really guilty.

"If this is how you treat your friends, I don't want to see how you treat your enemies."

He crosses his arms pointing his nose in the air. He has a playful smile on his face not that Y/N could see it under the mask.

"I'm sorry, Pete-"

He raises his brow at them.

"Spider Ham."

Spider Ham makes a tsk sound and wags his finger.

"Not good enough."

Spider Ham points to his decapitated burger.

"You're kidding."

"Apologize to the burger, Y/n."

Y/n glares at him, their cheeks puffing in embarrassment.

"I'm not apologizing to your stupid burg-"

The ground begins to shake under their feet and soon both Y/N and Spider Ham find themselves trapped in a cage.

The two grab onto each other in shock, laughter filled their ears grabbing their attention. There stood a Crawfish dressed in a lab coat.

"Dr. Crawdaddy."

Spider Ham says in a deep voice, the eyes on his mask squints as he glares at the crustacean.

"Spider Ham. And friend."

He motions to Y/N earning a grin from them at the acknowledgement.

"Finally I've caught you. Crime will go up 100% after I kill you and the other villains will start to respect me..."

The two caged animals share a look before Spider Ham grabs on to the bars of the cage and gives him a dramatic point.

"You won't get away with this!"

"Yes I will."

The Doctor pulls out a huge laser gun and points directly at the two animals, Spider Ham's eyes widened slightly but he was even more determined to be defiant.

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

Spider Ham shakes his head at him.

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

Spider Ham yawns pretending to be bored which causes the Crawfish to get upset.

"No, you-"

"Yes, I will. Yes, I will. Yes, I will. Yes, I will."

Dr. Crawdaddy goes to pull the trigger and Spidey holds his hands out.

"Wait! I gotta tell you something."

He looks at him, eyes full of suspicion.

"What is it?"

Spider Ham motions for him to come closer and he takes small steps towards him. Spidey motions again for him to get closer which he slowly does again. Spidey lets out an annoyed sigh and motions for him one last time. When Dr. Crawdaddy was finally close to the cage, Spidey grabs on to his jacket and gives him a big kiss with his nose as Y/N slips the key from his pocket.

The Crawfish backs away in shock not noticing the two slip out of the cage.

"I can not believe you just did that."

Spider Ham places a soothing hand on his back as Y/N takes the gun out of his hand.

"Ugh, I know. Bad me taking advantage of you while you're vulnerable."

Spider Ham leads the man to the cage and Y/N locks it after the Crawfish is finally inside.

"I mean, where are my manners."

"Wait a minute."

Dr. Crawdaddy finally realizes he was tricked and starts to try to pull the bars apart.

"Well, nice doing business with you."

Spider Ham salutes at him and grabs the chipmunk's hand. The two animals run away giggling like two school children.

"That was surprisingly easy."

Spidey nods his head with a soft hum in agreement before turning towards Y/n with a glare.

"So are you gonna apologize about my burger yet."

Y/N rolls their eyes then pushes Spider Ham inside of the lake that they happened to be walking by.

"Hey, I was joking."

Spider Ham just shrugs then looks directly at the screen and sends a sly wink.

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"How is this even possible?"

You continued to look at the unconscious man in shock, part of you wanted to believe that maybe this was Peter's long lost twin or something but the outfit and web shooter told you otherwise.

"There's no way."

You use your hand to move the loose strands from his face when a bright light starts to flash on the three of you.

"What are you doing over there?"

You let out a huge sigh and Miles just freezes in place.

"New training exercises, running from the cops will improve your speed."

You help drape the strange man's arms around your neck as you stand up, almost falling from his weight. Miles panics.

"Are you being serious right now!"

You nod at him with a serious look in your eye.

"Deadly. Either that or go to jail."

Miles takes a moment to think.

"Are you really thinking about this?"

"I'm not good under pressure."

Miles grabs the man's other arm, the one that's web was connected to him and the two of you started to run alerting the cop.

"Hey Freeze! P.D.N.Y. Drop the body!"

"I have an Idea."

Miles takes the man from your arms and drapes him over his shoulder.

"Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight."

You look at him like he was crazy, you had a feeling that you knew what he was going to try and there was no way he was going to carry the weight of two people when he could barely swing himself.

"Are you serious?"

Miles looks at the cop behind and faces you with a determined nod.

"Deadly."

You wrap your arms around Miles neck as he maneuvers the man's hand so that it is pointing to a building.

He pressed down on the button in the man's hand and shot out a web. The two of you let out a nervous breath before using the web to swing across the graveyard.

"See you officers!"

Miles shouted out excitedly, however that excitement was short lived because the web didn't go very far.

"Aw C'mon.''

The three of you start to fall from the air almost landing in the street but you quickly activate your rocket shoes before you hit the ground and land safety on your feet.

Miles however was now frantically swinging the strange man around and crashed into the building behind.

You panic a little as the cops flash their lights on him but quickly feel relieved when another web shoots out, Miles practically gets dragged across the snow as the man starts to gain consciousness.

You fly up to stay out of sight from the police and follow Miles from above.

You start to feel bad for the man as he constantly hits his head on things, first it was Peter's grave, then it was a couple of trucks, then the ground. This dude was going through it.

The more you followed them the more you felt worried as they were dragged across the street, cars rushed around them from all sides and at times it looked like they would be hit but they barely skated by.

You hear the two of them yelling over the busy street before the guy gets knocked out again. His face has to be bruised from all the surfaces he hit.

You wanted to try to cut the web but you were scared that they would be hit by a car or something if you did.

The two finally come to a stop and the web snaps making them crash into the ground. You instantly flew down and checked on Miles.

"You okay?"

You go to take off his mask but stop because of the people walking around you.

"I'm okay just a little shaken up."

You let out a relieved sigh, you didn't know why you cared about this kid so much but you chopped up to the fact that you didn't want the new Spiderman to die under your watch.

"Let's get him to my house."

Miles nods as you help the brunette man up.

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"Why aren't we tying him up again? He could be dangerous."

Miles questioned as he watches you clean the wounds on the man's face.

"If I thought he was dangerous he wouldn't be here."

"He shot webs from his hand."

You turn to look at Miles as he pretends to shoot webs knowing that if he actually did he'd probably either break something or get stuck to a wall.

"He hasn't actually done anything bad. I mean you basically beat him up the entire time, I don't think he'll want to mess with you."

Miles nods along with your reasoning but still watches the man with a cautious expression. The man starts to mumble in his sleep and you turn your attention back to him. There was a soft smile on your face, the guy looked like Peter to a T well almost but it was also this fact that caused your smile to fall. How is this even possible? You didn't think that Peter had a twin this had to be him but how could that be? You and Peter always talked about the possibility of a multiverse but could it actually be real?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the man watching you with soft eyes. His brown eyes lit up with recognition and his heart caught in his chest.

You the love of his life sat in front of him breathing. It was hard to believe like the universe was playing a cruel trick on him.

He unconsciously reaches out for you causing you to jump at his touch. He softly whispers out your name as his brown eyes stare into yours.

Miles just stood off to the side watching the whole interaction feeling like he was intruding on something.

"I can't believe you're actually here.''

"I can't believe you're actually here.''

Tears start to fill your eyes as he sits up and hugs you. This was definitely Peter. He had his warmth, his smile and even though they were a different color those were definitely his eyes.

"I missed you."

He whispered softly which causes you to break down in his arms, all the emotions you felt today, the anger, the fear, the sadness. They all came out the moment Peter spoke to you.

There was an understanding that Peter felt when you cried into his shoulder, he softly rubbed your back and pulled you closer to him. You didn't have to say anything he knew you were living the same life he did back at home, no matter how recent.

"It's gonna be okay. You'll get through this."

Peter starts to speak softly to you. Miles goes to jump in but Peter holds a hand out to him.

Miles nods and leaves the room still feeling worried for you.

After a moment of Peter just holding you, the two of you leave the room to finally have a chat.

You go to grab some ice from your freezer to put on Peter's face as he starts to react to Miles' presence. He looks so confused by the revelation he's come to.

"You're like me."

Peter whispers to himself as Miles clears his throat and deepens his voice.

"I got some questions.''

"Hey you electrocuted me. Y/n he electrocuted me!"

He points an accusing finger at Miles, you laugh at the interaction and place the ice into his hand. He lets out a whispered thanks and takes a seat on the couch.

Peter felt safe with you, if you were here then there was no way this kid was bad even if he gave him bruises.

"Why do you look like Peter Parker?"

Miles tilts his head at him as he takes off his mask, Peter just gives him a look.

"Because I am Peter Parker.''

Miles looks him up and down clearly confused about his statement.

"Then why aren't you dead? And why's your hair different? Why are you older? And why is your body a different shape?"

You laugh at the annoyance that started to show on Peter's face.

"Pretty sure you just called me fat."

"No. No, just-"

"You don't look so hot either kid."

Peter spits back as he glares at Miles. He looks him up and down judging his style.

"Most superheroes don't wear their own merch."

Miles squints his eyes at him for a few seconds before asking more questions.

"Are you a ghost?"

"No."

Peter answers dryly and Miles starts pacing back and forth..

"Are you a zombie?"

"Stop it."

"Am I a zombie?"

"You're not even close."

"Are you from another dimension? Like a parallel universe where things are like this universe but different?''

You start to feel dizzy watching him pace around.

"And you're Spiderman in that universe but somehow traveled to this universe, but you don't know how?"

Peter looks scarily impressed by the Miles.

"Wow. That was just a guess?"

Miles just shrugs.

"Well we learnt about it in physics."

"Quantum Theory, we used to talk about it a lot."

You whispered to yourself but of course Peter heard you.

"This is amazing. You can teach me like Peter said he would."

You frowned a little. Sure you thought Spiderman would be a better teacher but damn.

"What about me?"

Miles looks at you sheepishly.

"You're great and all but you did push me off a building."

"Fair."

"Nope."

Miles and You turn your gazes to Peter.

"Nope?"

"No?"

Peter stands up from the couch holding his hands out.

"I don't even like kids."

"But Peter."

"Sorry to let you down but I'm no teacher. Being Spiderman is a dangerous job and I have no time for babysitting."

Peter turns to leave but Miles steps in front of him defensively.

"But I promised Peter."

"Watch the hand kid not the mouth."

Peter says unfazed by the kid and moves around him, Miles goes to grab his arm causing Peter to unconsciously throw him against the couch.

Peter walks to the window and shoots a web getting ready to swing away when his body starts to glitch out on him. He starts to fall still violently shaking, lucky you still had your rocket boots on. You jumped out the window and caught him before his body hit the ground. Miles looks out of the window with a worried look on his face.

"Is he okay?"

You look down at Peter questioningly. He sighs when the glitching stops before answering.

"No, I'm not."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't think my atoms are really jazzed about being in the wrong dimension."

You help him sit against the wall and he starts to glitch again letting out agonizing groans.

"Look I'm not looking for a side gig as a Spiderman coach."

He says as he looks up to see Miles' pleading eyes.

"I got a lot going on in my dimension."

He says bitterly.

"With great power comes great—"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. Don't do it, I'm sick of it."

Peter points a finger at Miles as he continues to glare at him. He tries to shoot another web but starts to glitch again. You place a hand upon his back giving it a soothing rub. You wait until his eyes meet yours before giving him a pleading look of your own.

"Peter, Please."

Peter tries to look away from your eyes but you grab his chin and force him to look at you. He lets out a frustrated groan.

"Dammit, Y/n."

He knew what you were doing and it was kind of working on him.

"KingPin has a super collider."

"He's going to kill us if we don't stop him."

"What did you just say?"

"He's going to kill us."

Miles says exasperately.

"Who cares about that? Well I care about you."

Peter says as he looks at you before turning his gaze back to Miles.

"Where is this collider?"

"Brooklyn, under Fisk Tower."

Peter nods before waving him.

"Goodbye."

He turns his attention back to you and smiles.

"It was really good to see you again."

"Where are you going?"

Miles asked, confused as to why he was leaving.

"When it runs again, I'll jump in and get back to my life."

"I can't let you do that. If they run it again people could be killed. Peter wants me to destroy it."

"Well I don't want to meet your Peter in the afterlife and have to tell him that I died by glitches."

You catch Miles as he hops from the window. The two of you start following Peter as he tries to walk away.

"Well they can't turn it on anyway because they need the hard drive that we have. It's our override key."

You give Peter a smug look as he turns to look at you. Miles' face instantly falls at the mention of the hard drive, he had hoped you were meaning a different one.

"Please don't make this hard on me, Y/n."

He holds his hand out for the drive but you just shake your head.

"If you go, we go."

You motion to you and Miles. Peter shakes his head.

"Absolutely not. You're not going anywhere near that thing."

"Then neither are you."

Peter groans.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

You shrug. The two of you glare at each other before he finally relents.

"Fine. Just hand me the goober."

"No, because then you'll just leave. I'll carry the drive."

You smirk at him as he frowns and grumbles to himself.

"Fine."

You fly up towards your window feeling satisfied. You instantly go to where you last had the hard drive, you look around the spot confused and then go to look by your computer. You start to check every room, freaking out the more you come up empty handed. You freeze before walking to the window and staring down at Miles. He's already looking at you with a guilty look on his face.

''Show me."

You glare at him. Peter looks confused until Miles pulls out the broken drive from his pocket. You cover your mouth in shock.

"Miles!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"See this is why I never had kids."

Peter mutters to himself.

"Can't we make another one?"

Miles looks at you nervously.

"We can't do anything. Thanks to you, I have to re-steal what you guys stole from Alchemax and make another one of these."

Peter says as he walks up the side of the building, feeling frustrated with the whole situation. He throws the useless drive to the ground.

"Deals off."

Miles turns towards him and follows him up the building glaring at his back.

"If I don't turn off the collider after you leave, everyone in this city, My parents, My uncle, Y/n and millions of others will die. And you're just gonna go home and leave me here to figure this out by myself?"

You watch as Miles makes a passion argument to Peter. When Miles mentioned your name, you could tell it hit some part of this Peter.

"You good with that Spiderman?"

Peter stops in his tracks for a bit before shaking it off.

"Yeah."

You fly up to where Peter is and stand in front of him. He stares into your eyes as you give him that same pleading look. Miles finally makes it up the building and stands next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Peter asks as he switches his gaze between you and Miles.

Miles pouts his lip.

"Making you feel guilty."

"I need you, Peter."

Peter already couldn't handle saying no to you but both you and Miles were making this extremely hard on him for no reason. After a while Miles asks.

"Is it working?"

Peter tries to deny but you can tell by the look on his face that it was. You two were slowly getting under his skin. He lets out a sigh full chuckle and shakes his finger at the two of you. He lets out a frustrated yell as he turns from the two of you.

"Alright you two win."

You cheer as Miles looks at him so confused about what happened.

"C'mon we don't have a second to lose."

"Wait! I need a weapon."

"Oh c'mon now seriously?!"

#spiderman x reader #peter b parker x reader #peter parker x reader #into the spider verse #miles morales #spider noir #spider gwen #peni parker #spider ham

[good-night-doll]

Tis the season~

•Part 3–Ice Skating

: As the Christmas season creeps around the corner, you can't help but want to show your girlfriend all the different activities there are to the season other than decapitating the jolly fat man. 

Word count: 900

Warnings: None

Tis the season to appreciate the outdoor activities alongside the indoor ones too. An activity like ice skating- for instance.

The ice rink has been my best friend growing up, a place where I would go to find all my best and worst memories. It has an irreplaceable place in my heart as it's always been my comfort zone, a place I'd go to cry and a place I'd go to cure my boredom for a while.

I've missed the place as it's been years now since I last visited, and with new journeys comes new people- like Wednesday, who I've dragged out the house on this freezing night to skate around with me before it closes in a few hours time.

"I really don't see the point" Wednesday scoffs, standing by the entrance to the rink- her hands grasping the railing beside her for that extra support.

I roll my eyes, breathing in a steady deep breath to calm my adrenalized nerves from overpowering me. I gleefully look out over the sight with a recalling mind- a sense of pride washing over my top layer of skin.

The smooth, oblong ice rink has a low wall with a metal railing atop that outlines its perimeter. Street lights illuminate the streets around the rink- looking like spot lights for the criminals looking to snatch any last minute grub at a conveniently unguarded house.

Snow-dusted trees and snowdrifts litter the local park just across the road. There's a restaurant on the other end of the park- lit up in golden colours of rich red and fine green to match the festive season's colour palette. Skyscrapers stand in the mist of night just beyond- barely recognisable if you weren't to squint.

But the most exciting part- the few people skating the night away around the rink. It just shows unity in an odd but seeable way, and it has me smiling silently at the view.

Memories from childhood seem so real now, almost so real that I could just about taste the bitter cold sensation I would get when our local Hockey team would lose because a key player was in a world of their own- just enjoying their time on the rink. But did I ever care? No. I cared solely for the rink- not the small flimsy trophy we would've received back in the early years of the 2000s up until the later ones of 2010.

My parents never really gave my addiction much thought, especially since there's a long line of yetis in my bloodline.

How the bright lights around the rink tormented me as I messed up the teams streak with my joy for purely just skating- how the local mothers and fathers would yell at me to do better and how my own teammates and coach looked down upon me. It all seems so hazed now.

"Do we have to do this? Why can't we go home and just bask in the warmth of its confinements?" 

"Because" I pause to look at Wednesday, her face sour with a scarce demeanour "this is special to me" 

Without another word, I take Wednesday's hand and slowly but surely lead her into the icy terrain. Her ankles wobble from the new balance required, her hands grasping my snow glistened coat tightly and her bottom lip tucked so delicately between her snow-like teeth.

"We'll take it slow, okay?" Wednesday only nods to this, complying with a heavy heart as I drag her along the oblong ring that forms the rink. 

The blades on our skates cut along the ice, leaving trails and indents in the frozen over floor. Very faint chatter off to the sides are evident and even the faint music playing from the speakers around apply that Christmas-like feeling as they place all sorts of December hits.

"How do you feel?" I ask, sensing Wednesday's graduate build up of confidence.

"Better…"

"Want me to try and let go?"  

"I, uh-" she evidently gulps, looking at her own feet "okay"

I slowly release Wednesday, allowing her to slowly separate from her only beam of support- me. 

Her knees are bent, hands flimsy by her sides as she struggles to keep herself up. Her eyes are still glued to her bladed feet with black skates- her braids frozen still against the cold weather as they stand like icicles.

However, just as she tries to stand tall, she loses her footing and falls forward- causing her to fall straight onto me. Luckily though, I was able to stabilise her fall before we had both fallen to the hard floor beneath us- causing us to become some twisted meat pretzel on the white ice.

Her gloved hands squeeze into my arms as she regains recognition, looking up at me to confirm she isn't yet on the floor. And when she registers my smiling face, her own shifts and contorts into swirls of mixed pinks and reds. Even the very tips of her ears are heated with the warm colour.

"You okay?" I ask, staring obviously at the blushing girl as she cautiously turns away.

"We're going home" she mumbles back, turning as she grabs onto the railings that are a good five feet or so away- shuffling herself over over the exit.

I laugh watching her as she gradually makes her way to our locker- face ever red and eyes glaring at anyone staring.

#Wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday x fem!reader #christmas imagine #imagine #ice skating imagine #wednesday addams #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x reader #ice skating with Wednesday

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 2)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: What’s this? Two chapters in one day? Yes, yes it is lmao I love you guys and I’m feeling generous. Maybe I’m also super excited to finally share this with you after working so hard on it. 

I forgot to mention in the last chapter, but this story will be 28 chapters long. It’s less than I first thought because I had to merge some shorter chapters together. 

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You lay there in the mud with no intention to move. It wasn't so much that you didn't want to, just your pride wouldn't let you. It hardly looked good for your rep that you just fell over a fucking tree root. So for now, you lay there looking up at the clouds, listening to the rhythmic thunk, thunk, thunk from the knives Atticus was throwing into the tree. You were grateful he was the only one around to see you fall, but somehow you knew he’d still mention it. Your best friend was a bastard like that. After a moment, a large hand was suddenly in front of you. With a huff, you took it, letting Atticus yank you to your feet. You squinted slightly, not liking the thoroughly amused smirk on his face. You just knew what was coming. 

“I still don’t get how you manage it,” Atticus grinned slyly at you. You scowled, snatching the throwing knives off him. You swiftly threw them one after the other, hitting the target in the tree with ease. You'd been practicing with your knives since you were 12 years old, you were pretty good at it.

“Manage what?” you asked casually, pretending you had no clue what he was talking about. 

“When we’re on the battlefield, you're the most graceful of us all. You’ve got the nickname ‘The Dancer of Death’. Yet somehow, when we’re not in a perilous situation, you have the grace of a one legged cow,” he snorted. Your mouth gaped open as you glared at him and it only made him grin wider at you.

“A one legge- how dare you! Just because I fall over occasionally doesn't mean I’m not graceful,” you retorted with a petulant frown. 

“Y/N, you fell over your own feet three days ago and knocked yourself out when you banged your head on the table,” Atticus murmured with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed, your scowl not easing. 

“I didn't fall over my own feet. I slipped on the rug, there's a difference,” you muttered with a huff. 

“You still knocked yourself out. And let’s not forget last month when we had the meeting at the castle with the Council. You knocked over a lifesize statue of the fucking King and decapitated it,” Atticus snorted loudly. 

Your cheeks stayed hot and you couldn't argue. There were no lies. Last month at one of the meetings where the Council gave you a job, you somehow fell over, tumbling into the lifesize statue of King William. It was fancy and looked super old. You didn't know it was of the King at the time since the statue was of a man in complete armor, even his face and you didn’t even know what he looked like anyway. But after one of the Council Elders lectured you for an hour, you realized you’d just decapitated the King's likeness. After being told when the King finds out how he’ll chop your hands off, you made a hasty retreat back home. You had every desire to keep your fucking hands. 

“You act like you’re so much better. You think I didn't hear you fall up the stairs last night? I think you woke the whole house up,” you retorted with a smirk. Now it was his turn to huff as he folded his broad arms over his chest.

“Look, it's not my fault. My feet are big and the stairs are small. You do the math,” he replied with narrowed eyes. You were about to give him a witty retort when the loud booming voice of your Alpha traveled through the forest from the packhouse.

“Y/N! Atticus!” The pair of you looked at each other like children about to be told off.

“Oh shit, are we in trouble?” Atticus asked with a wary face.

“What did you do?” you asked him with an indignant scowl.

“Me? Why do you assume I’m the one who did something?” he asked, sounding offended. His voice rose a whole octave and you just leveled your gaze on him.

“Last week, you put muddy handprints on every single one of his shirts so it looked like he’d been molested where his non-existent breasts are,” you deadpanned. A beaming grin broke out on Atticus’ face and he had this far away look in his eyes like he was reliving it.

“Yeah… it was pretty good. He had no choice but to wear one until he got them cleaned,” he snorted. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“He made you train naked for three whole days. Was it worth it?” you asked with a grin.

“Yes,” he answered with no hesitation. The boy was strange.

“I swear, if you’ve done something and try to blame me again for it, I’ll smother you in your sleep,” you muttered seriously as you both slowly started walking back through the forest.

“I never blame you,” he replied. You stopped dead and he stopped too, giving you this innocent smile.

“You blamed me for the shirts,” you argued. He shook his head and gave you a toothy grin.

“I did no such thing,” he replied sweetly.

“I’m sorry, what do you call ‘I have no idea. Y/N must have done it, I saw her playing in the mud before’?” you asked with a quirked brow. His grin only widened, not even bothering to defend himself.

“Don't be scared, I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you with my life,” Atticus said with a sweet smile. You found yourself smiling at him as you shook your head.

“As sweet as that sentiment is, Atti, I’m the Beta which means I’m a rank above you. Not only that but my wolf is slightly bigger than yours,” you snorted. He squinted at you, looking more than offended and you had to fight to keep your laugh from falling from your lips.

“How dare you! The size of a man's wolf is a sensitive issue! Besides, it's not about the size, it's how you use it that counts,” he replied petulantly. 

“That sounds an awful lot like something someone with a small wolf would say,” you mused teasingly. He glared harder at you but there was no real malice in his eyes. 

“Aww don't be mad,” you grinned, stepping closer to him. He looked off to the side and you pouted, fisting his shirt a little as you bat your lashes up at him, your eyes all shiny and glittering in the sunlight. He looked at you, you knew he was about to crack. He never lasted long. After a moment, his lips twitched up and you grinned, making him roll his eyes at you.

“I hate that I can't even stay mad at you. You're a real bitch, you know that?” he huffed.

“Yeah, you tell me that at least twelve times a day,” you snorted. He grinned, yanking a strand of your hair and making you kick him in the shin. Lightly. If you did it to purposely hurt him you’d have broken it.

“Guys! Now!” the booming voice was back. The pair of you exchanged glances before hurrying back to the packhouse. When you broke through the clearing, your somewhat small packhouse came into view. A few people were milling around outside and Kosmos, your Alpha was standing in the doorway waiting for you. To anyone else, he was a scary fuck. He was huge and nothing but a hunk of muscle, his long black hair reaching past his shoulders and his whole torso and arms covered in black ink. Despite how intimidating he looked, when you and Atticus laid eyes on him, you relaxed infinitely, seeing the lazy grin on his face. Atticus huffed a string of curse words under his breath and you grinned to yourself. Kosmos liked to do this to you. He was like your older brother despite not sharing any blood, but he often used his scary boss voice on you just to fuck with you and make you worry. He wasn't a bad guy though, he was surprisingly chill for an Alpha. Unless you crossed him, then you were fucked. 

Despite all the years that had passed, you could remember meeting him like it was yesterday. This pack wasn't like the others. The Nomad pack were a bunch of misfit wolves with nowhere else to go, but it hadn't always been like this. Once upon a time it had just been you, Atticus and Kosmos. You and Atti had grown up together in the same pack, and after a brutal rogue attack left your pack wiped out, you had been the only survivors. Atticus had saved your life that day. You had only been 8, putting Atticus at 9 but he was smart enough to cover you both in mud to mask your scents. You had been hysterical. You’d watched your parents get ripped to shreds in front of your very eyes and Atticus had to push down his own grief to take care of you. He’d hidden you in some bushes once your scents were masked and you had to hide there for a whole day until all the rogues were gone. Then the pair of you had nowhere to go and wandered the forest for days, hungry and scared. That was when you found a 15 year old Kosmos. He was the illegitimate child of an Alpha of a neighboring pack. After suffering years of abuse, he had fled. He’d been staying in a cave and after he’d seen the two small children covered in blood that wasn't their own and the haunted look in their eyes, he’d taken you in. At first, it had been the three of you. No Alpha, Beta or Gamma, just three wolves who considered each other family. But as the years went on, you took in more wolves like you and the others. Ones who had been abused or whose packs had been taken over, ones who needed a family. As the numbers grew, the need for hierarchy came into it and everyone voted the three originals into place. Kosmos as Alpha, you as Beta, and Atticus as Gamma. Your pack was still small compared to normal packs. Other packs had members in the hundreds, the Nomad pack was currently only at 21. Even with the hierarchy, Kosmos wasn't a typical Alpha. He protected the pack as was his job and he was the leader by default, but no matter what decisions had to be made, he always got everyone to vote instead of making the call himself. He didn't want it to be all about him. The opinion of his pack mattered. It worked well for you all since the pack was so small and things were running smoothly. The Nomad pack had built up its reputation and some other packs liked you, wanting to be on your side and have your help. Then of course were the packs that loathed you and who still classed you as rogues. Tarring you with the same brush as the vicious creatures who took your old pack away. You hated it. You weren't rogues and you never felt like you were. You were just lost wolves who needed a place and now you had one. 

As you walked past Kosmos inside the packhouse, which was more like an oversized wooden cabin in the woods, Kosmos clipped Atticus around the head playfully, making him scowl at him. Kosmos didn't have an office, there wasn't enough space. The meetings were always held at the dining table and people just knew to leave you to it. You walked over and sat down, Viron already sat there munching on a sandwich. Viron was a strange wolf. He was only 18 and he seemed so much younger sometimes with how he acted. He’d been through a lot in his life before landing himself here with the pack and he had a nervous disposition. His mother had died giving birth to him and as a result, his father had blamed him. He’d tried to drown the poor boy at birth and then the abuse started. Luckily, Viron’s older brother and your now lead warrior, Damon, took him out of there before it got any worse. The two had then spent a lot of time as rogues trying to get by before they found the Nomad pack. When you sat down, he shot you a bright smile and you smiled back. While others usually made themselves scarce when you were having a ‘meeting’, you didn’t mind if anyone was around as there were no secrets in the pack. 

“Right, the Council have moved their meeting with us up to tomorrow,” Kosmos murmured, toying with something in his hand. It looked something akin to an invitation and you huffed under your breath. You loathed meeting the pompous assholes. They still looked down on you despite the King giving Kosmos his blessing to make you an official pack the year before. 

“Yay,” Atticus deadpanned, swiping one half of Viron’s sandwich and munching it. Viron growled at him and Atticus just grinned with his mouth full of food. You rolled your eyes, kicking him under the table and causing him to yelp and choke a little on his food. Viron smirked triumphantly at him.

“Are you finished?” Kosmos asked, looking at you all one by one like you were all children. You lowered your eyes and bit your lip so you didn't laugh. Kosmos in business mode was amusing.

“Yes, daddy. We’re sorry,” Atticus murmured with a smirk.

“Don't ever call me that again,” Kosmos grimaced. You couldn't hold your laugh back anymore and you snorted, shaking your head as Atticus looked more than pleased with himself. 

“The King wants us to have dinner with him too,” that one sentence made silence blanket over the four of you and you felt your heart burst out of your chest. The only one of them to ever meet the infamous King was Kosmos. 

“Oh no, you’re gonna die,” Viron muttered, his face pale as he ran his hand through his yellowy blonde locks, making it stick up every which way. 

“Don't be so dramatic,” Atticus snorted with his mouth full. 

“As much as I’d like to agree with you, Atti, he has a point. Everyone knows how the King hates rogues and most people still look at us that way,” you murmured with a frown. Everyone knew why the King hated rogues so much. After his Beta’s family was killed by them almost a century ago, he hadn’t been able to let go of the rage he felt for them. 

“He’s not going to kill us. If he was, he’d just turn up here, he wouldn't wine and dine us first,” Kosmos said seriously. You turned your worried eyes to him then and he gave you a reassuring smile. It did ease you somewhat, he had a point. But why in the world the King wanted to dine with you all you had no idea and it left you feeling uneasy. 

“We need to leave tonight to make sure we get there tomorrow on time. Y/N, I want you to stay here and-” Kosmos started.

“No,” you said firmly. Your eyes were blazing as you stared him down from his seat and Viron glanced warily from you to Kosmos.

“No?” he asked with a frown.

“No. We have no idea what this is about or what will happen. You're not asking me to hang back and not have your back out there. I won't do it,” you muttered. Kosmos heaved a sigh and even though you weren't looking at Atticus, you knew he’d be smirking, expecting this.

“Y/N-” Kosmos started again.

“No. You either take me with you or I’ll just follow after you leave,” you were firm in your words and they all knew you’d follow through on it too.

“Fine. Viron and Damon can take charge while we’re gone. We should only be gone a couple of days,” Kosmos sighed, seeing no use in arguing. Viron and Damon made a good team to run the pack. Despite Viron being a little skittish, he was still loyal and a good fighter when it came to it. Not only that, his overactive worrying meant security measures were always followed through and the pack was looked out for. You stood up and left to go to your room, you’d need to get ready for the journey you were about to take, you’d be walking for a day to get to the castle. After getting a small bag ready, you got changed. You had on some tight black pants, knee high leather boots, a white tunic that was tucked in and a large corset belt around your waist. You threw on your furs before grabbing your dagger, strapping it to your thigh. You met the guys back near the front door. They were dressed just like you were, black pants, leather boots and with tunics and furs. You knew Kosmos would have told the pack where you all were going and the plan. After a hug from Viron and reassuring him you’d be fine, you were off. 

As you walked through the forest, you found yourself wishing it was the full moon so you could shift, it would take much less time in wolf form to get there. Nevertheless, you all trekked the long journey, weapons at the ready in case anything happened. You’d pissed a lot of people off doing what you did, you could never be too careful. If you got outnumbered, your weapons would come in handy. There was only so much you could do, your reputation far exceeded you. The 21 pack members were all good fighters. The one thing Kosmos was adamant on was teaching each wolf who joined how to fight well, not only so they could help out the pack, but for themselves. Every single one of them had some baggage they brought with them, whether it be abuse, neglect or trauma from losing a pack. He wanted every pack member to feel empowered and strong, wanted them all to be able to defend themselves all on their own if it ever came to it. There were no young or elderly in the pack and everyone could fight. Your reputation had grown with other packs wanting to be your allies and paying you for bounty hunting or helping out with wars or rogue problems. Other packs didn't like you, still calling you rogues and that only added to the fear factor of the Nomad clan. People don't like what they don't understand. And people didn't understand how supposed rogues had formed a legitimate pack of their own when rogues tended to have no loyalty if they gained nothing from it. You were excellent warriors and word travel fast around these parts. Soon everyone was talking about the pack of rogues. So much so that the Council got involved and wanted in on the action. The Council didn’t like you guys much but they saw you as useful and that's how you ended up being called there every now and again to get high risk jobs. But the pack never asked to be paid with money, you got paid with food and weapons to ensure your pack would be okay to last. The safety of your pack was all the three of you wanted. You were all tired by the time you reached the lands of the castle. The journey had been long and you’d only stopped briefly in the night to rest, taking turns to keep watch. You couldn't be too careful. Not only were the rogues getting bolder recently around this area but to top it off, some packs still wanted your heads on a stick just for having that same label slapped onto you. You had your weapons stored away before the castle gates as you got checked over by the guards. It was the same shit every time. They couldn't be too careful with anyone so only the King and his men were allowed weapons in the castle grounds unless permitted. 

No matter how many times you had seen it now, the castle always blew you away when you walked in. The lands were vast and your eyes traveled to the warriors training, all clad in black and red. They were skilled fighters and you had always wanted to sit there and watch them, learn some tricks yourself. You and your pack were good but you were all self taught. The castle itself was huge and looked right out of a fairytale. It was old, centuries old just like the King himself. You’d never met him, had no clue what he looked like. All you knew was that he hated rogues and he was old. You couldn't help but picture some old graying man with a crown on his head and you snorted to yourself. Wolves aged differently to humans and he was a Lycan Demigod. He was immortal. But still, you had no idea just at what point he stopped aging so in your head, you imagined an old grumpy man. As soon as you stepped foot inside, a young maid wearing a long white and red peasant dress greeted you with her head bowed out of respect.

“Good afternoon, Alpha. I’m here to take you and your men to the Council,” she murmured softly. You didn't bristle at being referred to as a man. It wasn't that you looked manly. Far from it really, your outfit only seemed to accentuate your curves but it was just the norm to refer to the Alphas next in command as his ‘men’. 

“Already?” Kosmos asked with a gruff tone. You were glad you weren't the only one feeling grumpy from the long trek here to meet some stuck up assholes. 

“Y-yes, Alpha,” the maid squeaked softly. She was clearly nervous about being close to an Alpha, you hardly blamed her. Kosmos was scary looking and his aura was pretty tense.

“We were kind of hoping to wash up a little,” you supplied with a soft smile, hoping to ease the girl’s nerves.

“And sleep,” Atticus added with a huff. 

“I’m sorry. The Council requested to see you as soon as you arrived,” the maid explained apologetically. Atticus let out a pathetic whine and you snorted, elbowing him as Kosmos gave the girl a nod. You followed her through to the far east of the castle where the Council lived and did their business. It was hardly ideal to meet them like this. The three of you were slightly muddy, ridiculously tired and hungry. The Council should have let you take a quick nap, your patience would be frayed in the meeting. The Council was made up of a bunch of old wolves who thought they knew everything. The King had appointed them as a Council to take care of lesser things so he had more time for important stuff. The Council leaders were three old men, the ones you’d always meet. It was clear the men didn't like you all much, still looked at you distrustfully, seeing you as rogues like the vile creatures that lurked around with bloodlust. But yet they were more than happy to get you to help them out with harder jobs. It always rubbed you the wrong way, like you were only good to be used for your reputation but not respected. You couldn't very well turn down the offer of jobs from the Council as it was practically like turning down the King, like spitting on his shoes. You had no choice but to take their offers. Not only that but they paid you way more than the usual Alpha’s did due to how risky these jobs were. That meant you’d get a month's supply of food for one job for all of the pack and you would get weapons and medical supplies too. It was ensuring the safety and comfort of your pack. You needed these jobs, but you hated these assholes who looked at you like you were nothing but dirt on their shoes. You would love to see the three pompous asses go out and handle these jobs themselves instead of getting you to do it. They wouldn't last a minute out there. 

As you reached the large wooden doors, the maid politely asked you to wait there as she slipped inside, the door closing but left slightly ajar. You, Atticus and Kosmos stood outside patiently waiting, listening.

“My Lords, the Nomad pack are here to see you,” the maid said softly from inside.

“Ooh, ‘my lords’,” Atticus muttered mockingly in a high voice. Not so much at the maid but at how she had to address the idiots waiting inside for you. You bit your lip to not laugh and Kosmos reached around you, thawking Atticus around his head. Atticus glared across at the Alpha who smirked at him. It was hilarious really. They had this reputation for being ruthless and ferocious in the battlefield but behind closed doors they were like siblings fighting and bickering. If any of your enemies could see them now. 

“Behave. We’re in the Royal Castle. Let's not make them think we’re savages, yeah?” Kosmos said quietly. Atticus rolled his eyes, and heaved a sigh.

“They already think we’re fucking savages,” he muttered in contempt. You had to agree with him on that one and the silence from Kosmos made it clear he also agreed. Before another word could be said, the door opened and the maid bowed her head, gesturing for you to walk in. You gave her a warm smile and the maid smiled shyly back at you. It was time to get your game face on now though. You might be carefree most of the time but you had a reputation to uphold. People feared you and you used it to your advantage, you needed to act tough so you didn’t look weak. The small number of your pack members already made you a target. The three of you steeled your faces as you walked inside, dreading what the Council were going to tell you this time. You were also wondering about the dinner invite with the King. That was new. You couldn't help but feel like whatever was going on was going to change things quite a bit.

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Criminal Minds: The Protégé Chapter 10

Ch 10: The Mountain King- Pt. 3 or alt title: Trivia Night

Blurb: While the team works on the case in the Appalachian Mountains establishing theories and defining a profile, Spencer throws himself into working the victimology of this new Unsub killer. But it is not enough to distract him from the emptiness he feels in his life, especially after his mother's recent episode. rather than stay at home and face a night of quiet reflection, Spencer reluctantly decides to attend trivia night... who knew it would be the first and last time he would be hesitant to go.

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Audience: 16+ mature audience for depictions of violence and sexual references

Author's Note: if you see a trigger warning that concerns you, you can scroll to end and I'll have a brief description what happens. And how to read around it. TW: violence, crime scene depiction, This case mentions sexual assault, kidnapping, decapitation, Necrophilia, slight body horror (as previous chapter)

Spencer's Appartment, Arlington, VA, 7:50PM

Spencer rubbed the bridge of his nose and inhaled. Done. He had gone through them. All 562 profiles of the unsubs. He just focused on their status in the past 5 years, since that was when Grace had noticed the upward trend. Of those, 32 had died in that period. A few had died of old age, been executed, or died in prison fights. But disturbingly, 19 of those deaths had suicide by overdose or heart complications listed as cause of death in the last.

And even more concerning was that there was a starkly clear victimology. All were unsubs that had been killing and caught when they were adolescents or very early twenties. All had antisocial personality disorder, or Dissociative Identity Disorder, or both. All were having medical treatment administered to them in either psychiatric facilities or prisons. And, they were all people who shouldn't have died in care, all under 30 and not profiled as self destructive.

Spencer wished it was hard to believe that someone could've gotten away with it for that long. But he knew they weren’t exactly people that would be missed. People would think that no one would care or even that they deserved it, and that is why this killer had been so successful. It was why 19 had died before one person had thought twice about a 20th. One random FBI agent who answered a phone call meant for him.

Now they had a base number of victims, they needed to further narrow down the remaining living unsubs with the victim profile. It would help them figure out who was likely to be next. They also had to correlate employee records with the facilities these unsubs, well actually, victims, had died in. If there was a common person, they had to be the killer.

He shuffled the papers back into the neat stacks on his coffee table. Squinting around at the rest of his room, reached for a floor lamp's switch; it was starting to get hard to see. He stood up from his armchair and felt his legs protest. The light level in the room told him it was a later than he thought it was. How long had he been working on this? He looked out his window at the park outside. It only had a few joggers and dog walkers trailing around the pathways.

Spencer enjoyed the new view and the convenience of the location. He had been in his new apartment for 1 year, 8 months, and four days. But it still wasn’t the same. He missed his old home.

He had left it out of necessity, is what he told himself. It was practical. Now he was home a lot more, he needed the spare room as an office space. He also originally needed the two-bedroom apartment if his mother wanted to stay with him on day releases. Not that she could now.

But no matter how he reasoned it away, it didn’t change the fact that the real reason he moved was because he didn't like the fact that Cat Adams knew where he lived. It was the fact that she and had used his apartment and neighbours in her plans twice now. Max had pointed that out to him. And once she had; he hadn't felt safe there anymore.

Spencer never used to worry for his safety, if anything, his job proved that there was no point in worrying; if someone was determined enough, nothing could stop them. But with her it was different. For the first time, he could not shut the worry out. His home had felt... tainted.

It was a shame. He had spent longer in that apartment than anywhere else in his life. But perhaps the change was good. He was leaving that life behind; a new environment would help him separate himself from his past.

Much to his disappointment though, the walls here were still white. He hadn't got permission to paint them yet. Spencer appreciated that in design theory, the lighter coloured walls help reflect light and make the place feel spacious and airy. But other than a vitamin D boost, for him, there were no more benefits. He needed the comfort of a dark, cosy place to retreat to at the end of long days. Surveying space he nodded with contentment. He had done his best to dampen the impersonal-ness of the ‘clean chic’ aesthetic. His bookshelves lined the walls of the living space. Framed yellowed schematics and watercolour botanical prints cluttered the walls. His dark wooden furniture added the illusion of a comfortable age. Dark curtains and earthy tone rugs tied it all together. It was impressive how similar it was to the old the place.

But now there was the spare room. The room with a plainly dressed bed and his spotless work desk. The empty room.

He would have brought his own house if he had someone to share it with. But that hadn’t worked out and the more empty rooms he had in his life, the more lonely he supposed it would feel. Max was great, but when they finally had that third date, and then a fourth, and then a 15th, they both found that they were great, but just as friends.

Opposites did attract, but ultimately there was just too much difference between their worldviews. He had baggage. A lot of it. And it was not that she didn’t care. No, it was the opposite; she cared a lot, but she was too confrontational. She saw his baggage, and she wanted it gone; she wanted to free him from it. Max saw it as if all of that trauma really was just bags and suitcases that she could toss away from him like a commercial airline baggage handler, if she tried hard enough. But she didn’t understand that some things can’t be fixed. Some things can’t be undone. Some things, in the end, you just had to live with and learn to live around.

He also felt that they wanted different things out of life. Max wanted to live a life filled with excitement. She was eager to explore the world, but Spencer craved stability. He had had enough adventure. He wanted to settle down, take life slowly, and savour it. And so that was how it ended. They followed their respective paths. Max found herself in bustling New York, working at the MET. Meanwhile, Spencer settled into a cozy apartment, its walls filled with books and the gentle hum of a fish tank, finding solace in teaching. Or, he was trying to.

Spencer padded across the room and flicked the light switch on, and stared back at the pile of papers on the coffee table. He couldn’t do much more work without Agent Matthews or Garcia now. He needed something to do. Staying here looking at the spare room was only reminding him that there were people missing from his life. He needed to get out. Staying in and reading was nice. But lonely. And he didn’t want to feel alone tonight. Not after the weekend, he just had.

He checked his watch; 7:52pm.

If he left now, he could still make it to the trivia night his colleagues had openly invited him to months ago. He didn't usually like bars, or competitions, or beer. But they had tried multiple times to convince him he would enjoy himself. The concerned smile that Grace had given him earlier that morning flicked to his mind. He recalled her subtle encouragement to try a new experiences; new people and new hobbies. Was trivia a hobby?

Surprisingly, he felt himself move towards his keys, as if his subconscious was urging him to go. If there were empty rooms in his life, he supposed they would stay empty unless he took the initiative to meet new people and tried new things. He grabbed his wallet and phone and walked to the door while he still had the courage. He turned the doorknob and stepped out into the hallway, pulling up the navigation app on his phone. Trivia. He was going to trivia night, a social event, and he was going to meet people. And if the past week was any indicator; meeting new people wasn’t too bad.

Central Police Station, Harrisburg, PA, 7:00 PM

Rossi walked down the halls to of the police station with Dective Garner following close behind the meeting room. Simmons was pinning up the map on the case board. Luke was scribing down points on the whiteboard as Tara told him what they had learned from their interviews. JJ was in the corner examining the sheets the victims were wrapped in from the boxes of evidence. Grace was missing. He looked down at his watch. She was late for the debriefing. He sighed, but knew she would be in soon; she would be late cause she had found something.

‘Well, what have we got, cause victimology is not really giving us anything other than young, female and in the forest? Not too picky as far as I can tell. We’re going to have focus more on the Unsub. What did the scene tell us?’ Rossi asked.

Simmons shook his head, ‘Well he is knowledgeable of local area, looking at these sites this active zone where the bodies are being dumped placed is 1.38 square kilometres, that’s not even a square mile but the comfort zone, is a lot bigger, here-‘ he drew a circle around the three points.’-As Detective Garner and Ranger Debraun noted this active zone was not accounting for the terrain. If we adjust to account for the mountain right in the middle of the whole thing, the active zone is more like 13 square miles. If he had to walk there using the trails from access points near roads while carrying a body… it’s just unlikely.

‘So there’s two possibilities, theory one, is that he lives somewhere in this comfort zone and uses a shallow boat to travel the waterways after killing them. Theory two, he lives in the forest, and has multiple secluded areas to hold and kill victims and then dumps them in sites closest to the area he killed and held them in.’

Tara stepped up to the map and added a point to the board. ‘Our interview found that Hope was abducted from the surrounding forest on this road. Now that we know for sure the stretch of trail that Hope was abducted from and the disposal site, we can narrow down that range that this hideout might be in.’

Rossi nodded. ‘Good, good, tomorrow morning we can get out there with some of your men, Garner, and search the abduction site.’

‘Absolutely,’ the detective nodded.

Rossi paused and furrowed his brow. ‘Detective Garner, does the phrase “your friend trips under the hill” mean anything to you?’

The detective frowned. ‘No, sorry, should it?’

‘When we interviewed Jenny, she said sometimes in the days after the abduction she heard a man call her name and sometimes she would hear that phrase.’ Tara explained.

‘The Unsub returned to taunt her?’ Luke questioned.

Rossi shook his head stoically. ‘No, we believe he was trying to lure her too.’

‘She didn’t tell us that,’ the detective frowned.

‘She thought she was imagining it,’ Tara explained. ‘She thought people would think she was crazy.

‘Are we sure that it was the unsub?’ JJ asked Tara. ‘I don’t know who would even speak like that. It sounds… theatrical.’

‘I’m convinced it wasn’t a hallucination that she heard. She would still be experiencing them if they weren’t real, conditions that cause those symptoms are long term and don’t go away without treatment.’ Dr Lewis explained.

‘I’ve got Garcia researching that phrase as we speak. Hopefully, we can find what it’s referencing.’ Rossi nodded and moved on. ‘What about the morgue JJ? Where’s Grace?’

JJ let out a little huff and shook her head, still unable to believe how the interaction had gone. ‘Oh boy, the morgue was something. Grace got in a verbal sparring match with the M.E. It was like watching a high school debate club, but there were no real arguments, just intellectual snark. I had to break it up, but Grace is still there. She’s hovering over the M.E. while they do a dissection.’

‘Grace, verbally sparring?’ Dr Lewis frowned.

JJ shrugged, ‘I don’t know. Something got into her. M.E. made a comment about how she does that talking thing… And she went straight for the metaphorical jugular. Anyway, I got a lot of information I wish I could erase from my brain.’ she paced across the room to the board and wrote, “Necrophiliac” on the board.

‘Oh, gross.’ Luke groaned.

‘So this guy, still waiting on DNA to confirm it’s the same one, seems to keep the victims for three to five days before killing them and then keeps them for one to three days after death and that’s when the sexual assault occurs. Then he washes and wraps the victims before disposing of them. As far as we can tell, only superficial wounds from scuffles are sustained while they are alive. But the newest victims, Grace believes, show a deviation. She seems to think they were killed before decapitation and then drained of their blood. And this is where things get weird.’

‘You mean it wasn’t already weird? Simmons asked.

JJ grimaced before continuing. ‘One of the new victims had a needle mark from where the Unsub externally filled their bladder-‘

‘-What?’ Rossi asked out loud. The room was filled with confused and disgusted faces.

‘Jesus.’ Detective Garner shook his head. ‘Who even does this?’

‘Well, I’m not sure about the whole bladder thing, but I know that there is some familiar behaviour,’ JJ also wrote: Remorse? ‘I’ve been looking at the evidence here in the meantime. The sheets, the way he wraps up the victims, it’s like a shroud, it’s not just spread over the body, it’s properly done. The way he wraps up the victims and places them somewhere scenic, at the creek. That’s an indication of remorse, it’s shows an amount of care, an amount of shame. It’s a burial ritual.’

‘Yeah, as much as care someone who chops of heads and desecrates bodies can have.’ Detective Garner scoffed.

There was a short tap on the door. Grace's smiling face met them as she opened the door. ‘Did I hear someone say burial ritual?’

Stern faces met her and Rossi raised an eyebrow. Her face dropped a little, assuming a more neutral expression. ‘Right, well sorry I’m late, but I have some great news, some perplexing news and some details for Garcia to look up for our victim IDs when the briefing’s over.’

‘Start with the great news.’ Rossi waved her in.

She nodded and skittered over to the map. ‘I know where the victims are most likely being held and killed.’ She held out her hand for JJ to pass her the marker. ‘So, I called around to see if we could get our lab results flagged as a priority, and well, mainly DNA, to confirm it’s the same guy. Toxicology is still slow, entomology also not finished and the sample we took from the bladder has only just been sent-’

He held up his hand gently stopping her. ‘Grace… What do we have?’ Rossi prompted.

‘Oh um, particulates from the fingernails. The samples were tested before, but only for the DNA of the attacker. I asked a friend of mine back on the second floor to look at the preliminary mass spec, but for grit. He found pure Anthracite Coal in all victims’ samples.’ She grinned widely, clearly proud of herself as she used the marker to draw some dotted lines on the map.

Rossi watched her with interest. He had talked to her about convoluted answers. To Grace’s credit, she had gotten better in the past few months. He knew if she was drawing; she was taking time to gather an explanation with a visual aid. But he supposed he knew of her diagnosis, so he understood. The rest of the team had not quite figured it out yet.

‘So, they were killed in a forge or factory or what… what is Anthracite Coal mean? Are there different types of coal?’ JJ asked.

Grace turned to answer, but surprisingly, Detective Garner cleared his throat.

‘Ya girl here is saying the victims were killed in a Pennsylvanian coal mine. Anthracite is the highest grade coal there is, highest carbon content, rare as well. In America, it is only found in this state.’ The team looked at him with puzzled looks. ‘What? I thought everyone knew that? Anyway There is a problem though, it doesn’t fit the geoprofile. All the mines are further North East of here, quite a ways actually.’

‘Yes exactly, but those are currently operating mines,’ Grace enthused. ‘I suspect this one is old and abandoned. I’m not an expert geologist, but as an archaeologist, I know a thing or two about stratigraphy. The Appalachian mountains, although separated by rivers and valleys nowadays, were once a continuous range before the ice age. Because of this we can look at known deposit on the other side of the river in Dauphin county and assume the layer that was compressed into coal was one deposit before the river separated it-‘ she drew a dotted line over the river and along the mountain and straight through the unsubs active zone. ‘-Theoretically, the coal that ended up in our victims’ fingernails should be at the same elevation as the Dauphin county mine. Which places the abandoned mine on this ridge and within the unsubs’ active zone.’

Detective Garner paused briefly before stating, ‘Considering Jenny's testimony, we can place the abduction right on the outskirts of the active zone. But we found her on the other side of the mountain, which disproves the theory of his lair being in that zone. You cannot abduct someone without a vehicle and drag them either fighting or unconscious up a mountain for two miles. Hold them captive in a mine for five days. Then carry their body three miles down the other side of the mountain. It’s not physically possible. The bodies would suffer more damage from being dragged and manhandled.’

Grace nodded. ‘You are right, detective, I would normally agree. The average distance someone can carry a body is 300 meters or a hundred yards. And if we think he is probably using the river to transport the bodies away from his lair, the place he kills them must be closer than 300 meters from where he keeps a boat. As you said, it looks impossible since the river is on the other side of the mountain. But it is actually possible if the unsub isn’t going over the mountain at all.’

‘There has to be a tunnel under the mountain.’ Rossi realised. It was the only thing that made sense.

‘How long did you spend reading?’ Dr Lewis asked.

‘Exactly, modern mines in the area are open cut, but prior to the 60’s mines were underground. And if this mine is old enough to be forgotten about. It’s got to be Civil War era or before. I also read that this area has a lot of history with the Underground Railroad, which I know was not actually an underground railroad, but it involved a lot of secret passages through the mountains, and also the logging industry sometime would help smuggle people out on rafts through the river systems. Sometimes loggers would create tunnels that would lead to riverside log stations so that logs didn’t have to be dragged over the hill. Point is, this unsub lives in those mountains, and probably has his whole life, his family probably also has deep roots here. Both mining and logging are the old back bone industries here.’

‘Just the plane ride here…’ She shrugged.

Rossi raised an eyebrow. He noticed her busy with something on the plane and had wondered what it could be. She had seemed so focused on it. Obviously, whatever it was, had been helpful.

Simmons nodded and thought for a moment. ‘Is there a possibility that there’s a map of these tunnel systems or survey of the mineshafts?’

Garner shook his head. ‘Not that I know of. Anything old like that, there’s a chance it doesn’t exist anymore. Records like that just aren’t kept. The police records here only go back as far as the 50s. We’ve had a few disaster level floods in the Susquehanna area way back. If something like that existed, I’m not sure if it would have survived.’

‘Survivorship Bias.’ Grace murmured in thought.

‘Do you mean natural selection?’ Rossi asked, prompting her to speak up.

‘Uh no, Survivorship Bias is the likelihood of material culture surviving based on preference. Basically, the more important, impressive, and popular something is, the more likely it is to be preserved over mundane things. If a map did exist and has survived, it will be because someone thought it was worth preserving. If we want to find a map we need to think of who might’ve thought that the map was important enough to preserve?’

There was a moment of silence as they thought collectively.

Simmons lit up. ‘It could be in Union Army military intelligence documents. Do you have a civil war historical society here in Harrisberg, detective?’

‘Yeah, one of the sarges is in it. I’ll go get him to phone them make inquiries.’ Garner nodded and left the room.

‘That could take a while. Do we have anything more to add to the profile than local-necrophile-head-hunter-mountain-man at the moment?’ Rossi asked.

‘I’m sorry to ask, but what’s with the bladder? We see wacky cranked up to 11 every day here, but this is just next level.’ Dr Lewis asked.

‘It a first for me,’ JJ folded her arms. Simmons and Luke nodded in agreement. The team all looked at him.

‘Hey, I may be old, but this is new for me too.’ Rossi held his hand up. ‘How did the dissection go, Grace?’

‘I’m not sure yet, still waiting for tox screens. But this is the perplexing news I had. The dissection confirmed that victim Four’s bladder had been filled externally and drained, naturally. Whatever it was filled with caused hemorrhaging, but there were no caustic burns or lacerations. So at least it wasn’t acid, which I have seen before, but not in the bladder, it was-’ the room collectively winced and Grace stopped her sentence. ‘-awful. But whatever it was caused the victim to bleed a lot. They, uh-would have urinated blood. The level of medical sophistication required for it doesn’t really agree with the ‘feral’ mountain man profile, but DNA confirms it’s the same guy. And it’s too bizarre to be unrelated.’

Rossi frowned, unsure what to make of that information. ‘Well, bizarre and unknown, we will handle with care once we get those tox screens. For now, we focused on we know: The way he’s wrapped the bodies and isolates the victims, holds them for days, speaks to some kind of fantasy. What kind of fantasy?’

‘This guy almost seems like a Power Rapist to me, but it’s warped to where instead of losing confidence when a victim rejects him, he takes the resistance out of the equation by killing them. Then afterward he is ashamed or has some expression of grief in the way he disposes of them.’ Luke observed.

Rossi nodded in agreement. ‘That’s good, I think you’re right, but then there’s the decapitation, which is not typically a remorseful thing to do to a body.’

Tara looked up at him with a pensive expression. ‘Usually I would agree, but I think what we are seeing here is an expression of frustration that he cannot socialise with these women. During the pandemic, the cases of overkill, particularly beheadings rose. We’ve found theres is a clear link between isolation and this kind of dismemberment.’ Dr Lewis put forward. ‘Everything we’ve seen so far suggest he is a very socially inept individual. Perhaps it’s not so much the heads, but the faces he can’t look at while he commits the sexual acts after. I personally believe we are dealing with a young individual severely isolated, very agitated, and experimenting with his desires on victims his own age.’

‘No social skills, like being a feral mountain man.’ JJ pointed out.

‘Do feral people have clean linen though?’ Simmons asked. Pointing to the evidence box JJ had been going through.

‘You’re just going to gloss over the fact that you’re actually entertaining the idea that they exist?’ Luke raised an eyebrow.

‘Well, although a lot of folks from Appalachia think it’s pretty offensive and stereotypical to suggest there are wild people living in the mountains, the legends persist, which suggests there is some element of truth. Of course, I'm not talking about insane myths like cannibal cults and skinwalkers, but there could be some eccentric hermits out there. This team has come across, like, two, no wait, three unsubs that some might call feral people. So I thought it was a fact that feral people exist,’ Grace added. Then frowned, walking over to the evidence table. ‘But Simmons is right. Feral people don’t have white clean linen, usually.’

‘Well, not all the sheets are white, this was victim one’, unlike that others its old and discoloured there’s also a label on it this. It looks like a nordic language.’ JJ pointed to the evidence she had unboxed earlier that evening.

‘IKEA? So like stock standard and untraceable.’ Luke guessed.

Grace peered at the label. ‘No, these aren’t from IKEA, if they were, they’d actually be more traceable. IKEA is not as generic as you’d think. There are only 51 IKEA stores in the country, only three in the state. Fun fact, the franchise is headquartered in right here in Pennsylvania. This is because of the high percentage of German heritage in the area, which is important because Germany highest consumer of their goods. Actually, the first IKEA in the US was opened in ‘85 in Plymouth, about two hours away from here.’ Grace said distractedly. The room went quiet, and Rossi couldn’t help but smile as Grace continued examining the sheets, oblivious to the fact that all eyes were on her. ‘The font and condition of them say early 90’s at least. I don’t recognise this brand. But JJ's right the text is definitely Nordic, maybe Danish?’

'How?' Simmons asked in bewilderment.

‘How what?’ Grace raised her head and realised the team was focused on her. She looked around nervously and glanced at Rossi, her face asking if she had zoned out.

‘That was the most numerical facts you’ve given about a topic off the top of your head, and about IKEA of all things? Why?’ JJ asked curiously.

Grace simply shrugged. ‘I just really like IKEA.’

JJ chuckled and then asked, ‘Ok, Grace, what’s the address of the police station here?’

‘Why would I need to remember that? It was in the case brief.’ Grace said with a frown.

With a little snort, JJ shook her head. ‘Case and point Grace.’

The Laureate bar, West End, Washington DC, 8:04PM

‘Dr Reid! You made it!’ the table of familiar faces called out to him, beckoning him over. He made his way through the tables in the function room at the back of the bar. He glanced at the leader board and saw their team name’s "You’re Going George-down" was fifth. But the first team "The No Bodies" was a head by a significant lead. The previous winners of other weeks were listed on a white board behind an older woman who paced with a hand-held microphone. The No Bodies didn’t win every week previously, but they certainly had a few.

‘Sit here.’ Dr Brandwrith, The Creative Writing Professor, pulled out a chair next to him. ‘We’ve finished round one, which was ornithology. We’re about to start round two, the topic is 15th century literature, and we’re being slaughtered. The Le Morte d'Arthur, is about all I’m familiar with.’

‘God look at them, they know they’re winning, look you can see the smugness in their eyes.’ Dr Martin, the head of the modern history department, cried, eyeing the table of five in the corner. A little white board place marker showed they were The No Bodies. They didn’t look to be gloating or intimidating. ‘It had to be one of their topics. I can not lose to an Egyptologist again!’ Dr Martin lamented and took a long swig of his drink.

Spencer scrutinised their opponents. The No Bodies was comprised three men and two women. Two of the men appeared to be in a deep discussion, dressed in simple button ups, one with a tie. The other man was significantly younger, probably early twenties in a collared tee and khakis, hand intertwined with a young woman at the table, but he completely focused on the baseball game playing on the screen behind them. The young woman was chatting animatedly with the other woman, who sat with her back to Spencer. All he could see from here was that her hair was red, and she had a green flannel jacket slung over the back of her chair.

He surveyed the other tables. Despite the tie wearing man, The No Bodies were the most casually dressed people in the room. Surprisingly, he recognised a lot of faces. Many were academics from various institutions. He even spotted a prominent judge at a table with people dressed in smart suits.

‘Well, luckily I happen to be pretty knowledgeable on the topic, I grew up reading it,’ Spencer told his colleagues trying to keep the wistfulness off his face as memories of his mother reading to him surfaced. ‘But 15th century literature is not a topic I would have thought would come up in bar trivia.’

‘That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you. This isn’t just any trivia, Dr Reid. This is Triv-atholon. The bar owner was an Ac-decathlon champion in highschool, he missed the fact that there were no competitions or social events like mathleetes and acdec for adults. So he made these trivia nights to be hard for people who wanted to be challenged.’

‘I never did decathlon in school, or trivia. How does it work?’

Dr Nguyen, the political sciences professor, leaned across the table.

‘Well, we are mid season now. There’s 20 games per season, one game a week. A team has to be signed on from the start of the season to enter the tournament, you can have up to six members per game, but you need at least four to compete in a game other wise you forfeit that week, team members also don’t have to be consistent, they can be anyone as long as they don’t play on another team.

'At the start of the season, each team submits their team name and four topics of expertise. Then each week there’s a game with three rounds, each round is 10 questions from the one of the submitted topics. One point for every right answer. And at the end of the game, the top three teams get leader board points and at the end of the season, the team with the most points wins the tournament.’

‘What do you win?’

‘Well, firstly, bragging rights. Secondly, they get personalised jackets, their team name on the trophy and $200 gift voucher. But most importantly, they get free drinks at the close of season party.’

A bell dinged repeatedly, and a hush descended up on everyone in the room.

‘Okay folks, question one, round two, here we go, the chivalric romance Tirant lo Blanch was finished and published in 1490 by Marti Joan de Galba, but who originally authored the text?’

‘Ugh that’s the Tyrant in White, I know it actually was a knight. But the name escapes me.’ Dr Brandwrith said.

‘Joanot Martorell.’ Spencer whispered.

‘How do you spell that? Write that down don’t let them see it.’ Dr Nguyen shoved a pen and paper towards him.

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‘And the score after the second round, still in the lead with 17 points, are The No Bodies. In second place, real dark horses now, You’re Going George-Down with 15 points and in third we have the Matter Babes with 14 Points-‘

‘We got a secret weapon now. You’re going down this time Smithies!’ Dr Martin, a few drinks in, jeered at The No Bodies.

‘Did you not hear the score?’ one of the older men smiled. Spencer noticed he had an eye of Horace’s tie pin. He must have been the Egyptologists.

‘Well, it’s not really a secret once you announce it.’ The red-haired woman turned around in her chair.

Spencer blinked. She looked to be around his age, with freckled pale skin, wire-rim glasses perched on her round face framing her smiling eyes. His brain catalogued a lot of things when he saw her, but the immediate thing he noticed was that she was pretty, very pretty. He would go as far to say she was beautiful, but Spencer reserved that term for after he had observed their nature. She slid the glasses off, laying them on the table, and scanned him from head to toe with an inquisitive look on her face.

‘You didn't bring your pet encyclopedia this week? If she's coming, you might actually stand a chance,’ Dr Nguyen called back.

‘My grad student couldn't come, but I wouldn't count your chickens yet, Nguyen. Seven points down and we still have a few tricks up our sleeves.’ She said. Spencer was left stunned by the confident and playful smirk she shot him before turning back to her table.

‘Okay folks let's start round three, the topic is; The History of Material Culture Generated by Popular American Spectator Sports.’ The hostess announced.

There was a collective murmur.

The younger woman at The No Bodies table nudged her partner, who was still engrossed in the game on the screen behind him.

‘It’s your sport round, babe.’ She smiled at him.

‘No, mine was about the history of sport merch.’ He sighed.

‘That’s what people like us call Material Culture babe,’ she whispered.

‘OH YES FINALLY!’ the young man’s fist pumped. He quickly retracted his fist with a murmured apology once he realised all eyes were on him.

‘For half a point each, in what year was the first baseball card ever produced and by whom?’ The hostess read the first question.

‘Oh my God, we’re screwed!’ Dr Martin slumped on the table.

‘We can make an educated guess.’ Spencer consoled. He thought hard about everything he had gathered from conversations with Derek and Rossi. ‘Well, the product was probably tobacco and baseball reached international popularity in the late 1800s, so let’s say 1870, and Camel cigarettes.’

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It was incorrect; it was actually a sporting goods store, but the year was close, 1868. And that the closest his team got to answering any of the questions from the round. The No Bodies won the night, much to the dismay of his colleagues. After hearing the final scores, his team members shuffled towards the bar.

As he went to follow them, he tried to walk in between two tables at the same time as the Red-haired woman from the opposing team. Both accidentally blocking the path, they made awkward eye contact and apologised. They both stepped to the left and then to the right and laughed nervously at each other. Eventually, he stepped back and let her through in front of him.

‘Good game?’ He cleared his throat. ‘Not really sure if we say that in trivia.’

‘We can if you want.’ She smiled. ‘It was a good game.’ She held out her hand to shake.

‘I uh, I-’ he scrambled for words that were running from him the longer he looked at her.

‘Oh no, that's ok.’ She retracted her hand and offered him a smile. ‘I get it. I got a few friends who don’t like handshakes either.’

He didn’t know if it was audible but a sigh of relief left him. She understood? He followed her up to the bar and was getting ready to search for his teammates when she turned back to him.

‘So you’re Dr Reid, Right? I can see why they wanted you to come.’

‘I can see as well.’ He nodded. ‘And I can see why Dr Martin was particularly worried. The No Bodies are quite a formidable team.’

‘Well, you should remind Dr Martin’s that’s it just a game,’ she laughed. It was a wonderful, contagious laugh. And all Spencer wanted to do was hear it again. ‘We’ve just had a good start to the season and a few new minds. That’s all. The No Bodies are pretty harmless.’

Spencer saw an opportunity and opened his mouth before he had time to regret it. ‘Unless your name is Polyphemus.’

There was a tick of silence before she erupted in that beautiful room brightening laugh.

‘I love a good Greek Mythology reference. So does Jess-‘ she pointed at the other woman from her team who was currently passionately kissing her boyfriend. ‘-Oh they are really celebrating huh, sorry you had to see that. But want to know something funny? Jess is a Classic Historian, her boyfriend’s name is Troy.’ She grinned at him.

He chuckled now. ‘Nominative determinism, that is funny. So your team consist of an Egyptologist, a Classicist, a Sport enthusiast, yourself and… I heard you’re a member down? Your grad student? Should I be worried about them?’

‘Oh yeah!’ she nodded. ‘Luckily for the other teams here, she’s my part time grad student. She has a job that means she has to travel a lot. She’s really good at general knowledge and Vikings. Can I buy you a drink?’ She asked.

‘Oh uh, no,’ Spencer replied. ‘I don’t usually-‘

‘What about a soda? That's what I'm getting. I have to drive home,’ She suggested.

‘You don't have to buy me one,’ he hesitated. ‘Not that I have anything against you buy-‘

‘-I want to buy you a drink,’ she interrupted, ‘So we have an excuse to converse longer. Sorry if that’s forward…’ her sentence petered out.

'Oh?' She wanted to talk? To him? After a moment, Spencer finally agreed. ‘You know what, okay, I'll have a soda.’

She glanced back up at him with a smile and flagged down the bartender.

‘So, grad students, you must be a doctor too,’ he said, leaning forward on the bar, his eyes filled with intrigue. ‘What kind of doctor?’ he asked.

‘I'm a doctor twice over. Archaeology and Anthropology, I've also studied anatomy, but I’m a forensic anthropologist,’ she replied. ‘And I haven’t lost you, which is a good sign, not going to have to explain that I am I?’

Spencer’s brow furrowed in genuine interest. ‘No, no, fascinating,’ he encouraged her.

‘So, what kind of doctor are you?’ she inquired.

Spencer lit up with excitements as he replied, 'Like you, I’m a doctor in a few fields. Chemistry, mathematics, engineering.’ Then he shrugged, before saying the thing that usually killed the conversation. ‘But actually, I’m a criminologist and used to be a criminal profiler,’ he explained.

Her eyes widened in surprise. ‘Woah, I’ve got whiplash. Sorry, criminal profiler?’ she exclaimed, but he didn’t read any distaste. She was giving him her full attention. Fascinated, he realised. She was fascinated.

He smiled, ‘Well, I used to be. Now I teach at Georgetown and consult occasionally for, uh, law enforcement,’ he revealed.

‘That would be the FBI, right?’ She guessed excitedly.

He nodded, ‘How did you-’ he began.

‘Oh, I consult with them sometimes too. I work with a few people from there. But that’s work talk. I’m intrigued, because in my mind, mathematics, chemistry, and engineering don’t connect with crime,’ she pondered, her voice filled with curiosity. ‘How did you end up there, Doctor Reid?’

Spencer leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. ‘I guess I just found my way there. Growing up, I found it hard to comprehend emotions and establish connections with people. I initially studied social sciences and psychology in order to develop a deeper understanding of myself and relate to others. But then I met a profiler and attended his guest lecture. Then I desired to comprehend what drives people to deviation. I found I was good at it, and my knowledge in other areas allowed me to think out of the box. Profiling is more effective when supported by a diverse skill set. And crime is as broad and challenging field of study there is. I’ll never be done learning. So that is where I’ve chosen to stay.’ He explained.

The bar tender deposited their drinks on the in front of them he looked it over before drawing toward him.

‘I am intrigued by your field of study, though. What made you choose forensics? It’s a highly specialised field of anthropology that few would specialise in. And archaeology, again, not much connection to crime on the surface.’ He looked at her expectantly.

‘Well, connections to things are everything in anthropology. Forensics was a way I could help the living. It’s a present history, you know? Examining 4000-year-old remains, it’s fascinating, tells us so much about where we come from, how people were and how we still are, but… what good does it really do? Whereas finding someone’s loved one and returning them home for proper burial? It’s tangible, it’s present and meaningful,’ she expressed, her voice tinged with passion.

Spencer nodded along with interest. ‘Yeah, I felt the same with my job,’ he enthused.

As they continued their conversation, completely engrossed in each other’s stories, the noise of the bar seemed to fade into the background. He spoke passionately about his thesis, while she shared her experiences from various digs she had gone on. She told him about her students she had had through the years and how each one always fascinated her in just how unique their approach to things was. Likewise, he opened up about the different members of the BAU he had worked with, each bringing something unique to the team.

Time flew by as they spoke for over an hour, and he brought them another soda. He even broached the topic of his mother, telling her she was a professor of 15th century literature and how she was suffering from Alzheimers. Sympathetically, she related her own experience with her grandfather going through the same illness when she was younger. She revealed that she was also struggling with loss. Her father had recently passed away from cancer. Spencer expressed his condolences, and they shared memories and reminisced about favourite moments with people they loved. That is how they found they both enjoyed western films.

It was a surprising discovery, and a topic that seemed trivial, but it only deepened their conversation. She mentioned how she used to watch them with her father, and how she had been indulging in them lately to relive those nostalgic moments. He eagerly offered recommendations. She promised to watch them and then got enthusiastically lost in talking about the sociological themes that westerns often carried. Spencer watched her with a contented smile on his face as she asked him what he thought of the shift in themes with modern westerns. To her surprise, he admitted he hadn’t realised there were modern films that fell into that genre, leading to an engaging discussion and recommendations from her.

Time seemed lost in the enjoyment of each other’s company. Eventually he saw his teammates wave goodbye to him and support a worse for wear Dr. Martin out the door. She turned back to him and smiled.

‘Are you going to be coming regularly?’ she asked, her gaze filled with curiosity.

Spencer paused for a moment, his mind racing. ‘I don’t know, I’m not usually into these sorts of occasions. But I’m trying to try new things,’ he admitted.

‘Well, I’m very glad you did. Did you have fun?’ she inquired, a playful smile on her lips.

‘Yeah, a lot of fun. Though I think the answer for question five round three was subjective,’ he chuckled.

‘I thought so too, but I won’t contest it, since we got it correct. Troy knows his stuff,’ she replied. ‘But I have no idea how we’ll handle next week. That was one of our submitted topics. We’ve had a pretty good run so far, but there’s still half of the season left to play. And now, I hear there is a pretty formidable opponent on the Georgetown team.’ She grinned at him.

‘Maybe, but he seems to have a weakness with questions involving sports. Are you here often?’ he asked curiously. Spencer leaned back, his gaze lingering on her.

‘Most games. I don’t go out much otherwise,’ she confessed.

‘Well, with the highest chance of seeing you being coming to trivia regularly, I suppose I will be a regular then,’ he replied.

The air felt charged with anticipation as they exchanged glances. Spencer stiffened, surprised at himself. His mind raced as he mentally berated himself. “Why did I say that? That was the corniest, stupidest thing I had ever said,” he thought, his face flushed.

‘I’d like that.’ She said, a hint of shyness in her voice.

Then, her phone rang, breaking whatever spell had been upon them. She wrenched it from her pocket, glared at the screen accusingly, then sighed.

‘I’m sorry I have to take this. It’s life or death, well probably death, considering my occupation.’

Spencer nodded. He hoped his bar stool would sink into the floor and take him with it.

‘Hey Avery, what can I do for you?’ she smiled into the phone. Her expression faltered. ‘Oh? Yes, that is unusual. Are you sure? I see. No, no, that’s fine. I can come over. Where was the scene?’

She grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen out of of her bag and scribbled something down, probably the address. ‘Uh-ha, and in what state of skeletonization are the bodies? Yeah? Better swing by home and get my coveralls on my way over. Okay, yes, see you there.’

She got up and Spencer frowned a little. His chest ached just the slightest. He had enjoyed the past couple of hours. Guess maybe he had enjoyed it more than-

‘If you’re not freaked out by that-‘ She slid the napkin across the counter to him. ‘Call me sometime. I hope to see you here again, Dr Reid. It’ll be nice for our team to have to a challenge.’ She smiled at him and left.

He was too stunned to pick the napkin up right away. Her Number? He thought she had written the address of the crime-scene.

He reached out gingerly, grabbed the paper, and turned it over, but one half of it stuck to the bar.

‘No.’ He whispered to himself as he pulled the napkin out of the small puddle of condensation left by a glass and cradled it in his hand.

Spencer was gutted as he examined the napkin. Only half her number was still visible, and the word above it had bled into inky stains. The word above would have been her name he realised. It was also then it dawned on him that she had never shared it with him.

He turned in his seat to see if he could catch her, but she was gone.

He heaved a deflated sigh and stared back at the napkin. He could try an algorithm to guess her name and apply a few forensic techniques to revive the precious symbols he had lost. And he would. He would try his best to recover them. But there was only one way to ensure he saw her again; he had to come to trivia night next week. And he would be there no matter what; that was a certain, sure and immutable fact.

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violence, crime scene depiction: cannon typical throughout this story

kidnapping: Unsub is implied to kidnap victims and hold them for a few days.

decapitation: this is part of the unsubs M.O.

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Ahhhhh I had a sexy lil dream about scare actor levi and it was just great 🥰 specifically when you wrote about seeing him walking slowly to you frame by frame in strobe lights - and then it became like a game of hide and seek, but everything was heightened because it’s a haunted house and he was dressed up with a chainsaw prop so the thrill was 👌🏼

A sexy lil’ dream about scare actor Levi what a fuckin’ trick AND treat, Nonnie.

First of all, love that for you. Secondly, I too have an overactive imagination and have him in my thots daily.

Let’s share a new nightmare dream together, shall we? 👻

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Paranormal Activity Part II | Levi Ackerman x You

Summary: Scare Actor Levi chases you in a haunted house with the star of the show, a chainsaw. Or is it…You?

NSFW, MDNI, 18+ ONLY - TW: Role Playing, Mutual Masturbation, Light Spanking, Degradation if you squint, Temperature Play, Fake Blood & Gore, Spooky Themes. Turns out you two have a kink for Exhibitionism in Haunted Houses.

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The grime of his pitch black makeup smears down his high cheeks and cut jaw.

Eyes as sharp and silver as a dagger in the night darting around every corner for you…

“Where are youuu, sweetheart?” He sing songs in a mocking timbre with a gentle rev of the chainsaw’s engine.

You’d whimper, but he’d find you all too easily.

Another game to your arsenal. Levi’s Game.

A crimson glow drips down the walls in a thick haze like blood, a fitting scene for the maze you’re panting through. Hair whipping as you twist your neck around with eyes wide. As you turn away from the only light source down a deep entrance, your fingers run over the battered and bruised wood of the hallway. You desperately search for something to hold onto as your sight strains against the dark void.

Tips extended wide and futile, you brush over something smooth to the touch yet hard. And warm.

“Hah! I found you, you sicko - you lost!”

A sliced neck greets you with entrails unfurling in waves and you nearly fall to the ground as a blaring horn is triggered with a flash. A decapitated figure suspended and tragic looms over you and you absolutely hate that he nearly got you.

A snicker, brutal and seductive floats through air and down your spine. It’s him. He feels near and far away like an entity. Like a ghost.

“What else would those gorgeous legs do, but lead you right into my trap? As always,” he mocks through a snarl.

You roll your eyes and gather yourself, lunging forward with a scoff. You begin searching for your next hiding place. But why not taunt your predator into madness while you’re at it?

“Hmm very funny,” you jeer, seizing control.

“What’s so funny, hm?”

“Funny, that you’re convinced they only get me into trouble. When they seem to only devastate you. Isn’t that right? Levi.”

You’re quite the multitasker as you manage to search for a new hiding place and fatally flirt with him. He lets you pretend to win as he watches your skirt ride up over your thighs while you bend down amidst an earthen set of uprooted trees and cracked stone.

Fuck, if he doesn’t love to watch.

The way the fat of your thighs spill through your fishnets. Another purchase for his girl. The lattice stretching wide against your skin.

He wants to lick you stupid.

But settles for pathetically twitching in his high waisted jeans wrapped so tight around his navel at the sight of you in that pastel pink skater dress. The one with with the high neck and flowing long sleeves against the harsh lines of your stockings and thigh high boots. The one he adores. He’d growl if it wouldn’t give him away.

The contrast of you makes him dizzy, but he can’t lose focus. Not now. Not when you’re within range. His prey.

“The only thing that would devastate me is not getting to taste you in that.”

You cut off your own whimper rising in your throat. But he hears. He always hears.

“Bet you’re wet for me right now aren’t you, sweetheart?”

This time you can’t stop the whine. And he laughs as your crouched thighs begin to tremble against the heel of your boots.

“That’s what I thought.”

He reaches down for you through the swirls of fog and you bolt right before he can have you.

His fingerless glove clad hand recoils and he snarls with a rip of the chainsaw, piercing the air and it has your blood rushing as you run.

And he just manages to smack your ass with the taught leather as he struggles to catch you.

The sting rushing to your skin as your skirt flutters like butterfly wings with a nocturnal beast gnashing at your tail.

“Give me what I want before I take it from you.”

You grunt in frustration as you round the corner.

“Lose already, so I can,” he heaves a delighted sigh through an evil grin as he rolls his neck with a shudder, “reward you.”

You gulp down a groan as you weave through a confined space of…hanging corpses. Lifeless bodies strung up and your imagination reels. They feel like they’re writhing against you. Slimy and unmistakably dead as they swing and knock you off your feet until your shockingly stilled. An iron grip around your waist as he plunges out a trap door to you close enough to catch you and devour your neck in a kiss. The heat of the dying chainsaw searing your thigh. Enough to send sparks through you, but not to burn.

He’s pulling you back through the door before you can protest with a tight grip around your wrist as you’re pinned against the wall of the secluded secret room.

He’s buries his sharp nose in the soft skin of your neck, nuzzling deep with a dark inhale of his cologne on your throat has his eyes rolling back. His scent of whiskey, oak, and mulled cider marking you at your own accord and he loses his damn mind.

“What were you thinking, pretty girl?”

You know exactly what he implies. What were you thinking wearing that deliciously femme dress flowing in cascades over your curves against the harsh crisscross pattern choking your legs? To top it all off with a masculine musk that has him seeing stars. His scent.

The way you toy with his expectations of you revs his pulse like the trigger of the chainsaw dangling in between your legs. Pressed against your pussy. Waiting.

“I wasn’t,’’ you whisper against him.

He grins at your submission. So you’ll behave after all.

“I’ll make sure of that,” he promises with every intention to have you fucked dumb.

But how?

He leans in to press sweet kisses into your neck. The dull heat of the chainsaw in between your thighs causes your moan to shiver across his tongue.

He’d laugh if he wasn’t so floored by you.

Taking off his demin jacket and laying it out on the floor beneath you, he softly commands, “Get down.” Another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “On your knees.”

Weak in them already, the short drop to the floor at his feet is a welcome relief. You bask in his presence waiting for more, gripping the backs of his ankles as you peer up at him.

“I know you like this shit,” he revs the trigger with a quick pulse that sends your heart racing, “don’t you?”

Wide-eyed and feigned innocence, you softly nod before him.

“I know you do, baby. Listen to me.”

He cups your jaw with his hand, thumbing your cheek with nothing but devotion. You tremble at his exaltation. He means to comfort you before the final blow.

“Fuck yourself on it.”

He lowers the chainsaw in between your spread knees, pushing the blade in between your parted thighs. The smooth flat ridge of the handle covering the trigger rests inches below your throbbing cunt.

Your answer is in the string of arousal that drips from your spread lips over the trigger of the saw.

Levi’s dark laugh has you squeezing your thighs around the outside of the machine as he sits down in front, facing you with his back against the far wall and legs spread to cage you in with his bent knees at your hips. He’s close enough to see every detail.

He likes to watch after all.

Who are you to deny him a good show?

You splay your palms flat over your plush thighs and inch agonizingly upward, dragging your fingers over your bunched hem in a slow reveal.

With a slide of your finger, the first gift of the night is unwrapped, a black silk garter straining against the fat of your thigh and threatening to spill over.

You swear you can see Levi’s throat bob at your display while he looks on with a hunger that sets you ablaze.

Palming yourself further still, the skirt drapes back to reveal a full set of intricate criss crosses and…What were you fucking thinking?

His heads cocks to the side in shock. Eyes sliding to the center of you to find nothing there. Just your bare pussy drooling through the fishnets. You’re not wearing any panties and he just might die.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Fondness dripping his tone as he reaches up to cup your jaw and you nuzzle against his palm with a kiss to his wrist.

His thumb strokes you under your eye with a tenderness that could break your heart.

You whimper and his eyes turn black.

“M gonna make it all better for you, baby. Do you trust me?”

Your tiny nod has a possessiveness seeping into every one of his thoughts as he reaches for you only to catch one of the loops in the netting and pulls hard.

The rip of the fabric exposes your cunt to the chill of the house, creaking and alive with blares of traps and screams all around you.

As a red light pulses overhead you see him in strobing images, each more beautiful and devastating than the last as he stares at you with pure hunger. His jaw hangs and lips part taking the image of you in.

“Sit. Spread my pussy out for me.”

More drips down your legs at the words.

Obeying, you slot the handle in between your lips as they drape over the sides. The warmth of the saw has you gasping at the contact, but you find yourself getting hard with the heat. Clit swollen and twitching at every movement against the soft sear.

“You can take it, baby,” he hisses through his teeth in awe of you as you relax into his warm voice.

Levi takes your wrists and drapes them around his neck and you soothe yourself with the soft shave of his undercut. You lace your fingers into his dark strands and pull yourself forward to him, riding the handle of the chainsaw. Your shameless moan has him in a daze.

“My perfect girl,” he can still smell himself on you as you buck to him.

The glint and gleam of his piercings against the dull light compete with his eyes only for you lost in the black grime trailing down his cheeks.

He reaches around your hips, grabbing a palm full of your ass. He encourages a deeper slide against the metal and you cry out for him. You’re so wet he can hear every movement you make. The sound of your own slick getting you off in return.

As you look up to Levi he’s unzipping his pants and taking himself out. Pink and aching and horrible.

He strokes himself to you as his head falls back against the black wall with his eyes sitting low as you continue to fuck yourself in front of him.

The leather of his gloves ruined from his weeping head as his bare fingers slide faster with every pump.

Your nipples harden at the sight of him and you pull your neckline down for him to see. The drool pooling on your tongue falls as you salivate, coating your nipple with a whimper. They perk and glisten as Levi’s tongue darts out. He wants to taste, but let’s you work. You deserve to feel so good.

He groans at you. His star.

“Wanna fuck you with my cock, but I wouldn’t get the same view, now would I?”

Your panting picks up and you squeeze your thighs.

“Wouldn’t get to see all of you. How pretty you look…”

He leans in inches from your lips and catches them in a kiss.

A rumble erupts at your core as he pulses the trigger briefly beneath you, keening with your head thrown back. The vibrations of the saw sending your senses into overdrive as you fight to catch your breath. The thrill only mounting.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you? Of course you do. You’re mine.”

He revs it again for a longer pulse as your grind deepens and you have to grab his shoulder to steady yourself, gripping his bicep for dear life.

Your cry stifled by the chaos around you, but Levi sees it all unfold. Your parted lips in a scream and he’s already won.

“Lev’ it’s—fuck, so good—I wanna hah,” you beg and plead and it’s only fueling him to break you down to your most basic desires. To fuck and to be fucked. To twist and to writhe, and he’ll just look on and adore you like the art that you are.

“If you want to, don’t look away. Only me. Can you do that, my love?” He groans out on an exhale as he relentlessly works his cock. The flick of his wrist hypnotizing you. Precum smearing and his own thighs begin to shake.

“Don’t ever wanna—mmm—leave you. Never, never. Levi, you’re so, so—fuck, I…I,” you’re breathless, but somehow, “I love you.”

He presses the trigger into overdrive and you’re flying off the edge, tumbling and crashing into him. You can’t hear him say it over the cacophonous noise reverberating off the walls, but you see the tender I love you too flow from his lips with his eyes wide and glassy. The look he gives you could heal you and destroy you.

You want it all.

Your chest hitting his as you’re thrown from the machine crying out his name. You cum hard in waves and the scene brings him there as you shake in his arms. White dripping over his fist as he locks his dark eyes with you.

He promised he’d never look away.

Maybe you’ll learn to catch something as wild and unpredictable as smoke while he sinks into your eyes, spilling all his secrets in his stare.

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I dare you - Leo V x gn child of Nike/Reader

part five

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“You promise?”

“I pinkie promise,” they muttered back with a little smirk, rolling their eyes and flopping back onto their bed with a ‘oof’. 

Leo smirked back at them, “because you’re super dooper whooper good at-”

They dry retched, getting comfortable on their bed, which had a lot of fluffy pillows and and a poster of a musical he didn’t recognise pinned next to it. The other two beds in the room had lots more decorations, including a few spots that looked like a bedazzler had exploded. “I actually said that?”

“You were drugged up,” he shrugged, and sat next to them. “But you promise?”

“I promise that if you stink of sawdust and make me sneeze, I’ll kick you out.” They extended their left pinkie, and narrowed their eyes sharply. “You better not stink of sawdust and make me sneeze.”

Leo shook on it triumphantly. “I had three showers.”

“Well, you might need another one if I start bleeding again,” they muttered, and started to unwrap the bandage encasing their hand. The cast had come off a few days ago, but Kayla had redone the bandage and told them to wait another few days before doing anything extreme. 

They got out of dishes, but were also banned from most other activities, which the entire camp got to hear them complain about. Leo peered at their hand hesitantly, “is it supposed to look like that?”

“To be fair, it hasn’t seen the sun in at least a week,” they mumbled, and stared at it with wide eyes as well. Their three remaining fingers were squashed to one side, which should straighten out after a while [hopefully] and the old and new scars were oddly discolored, a stark contrast from the normal tone to their skin. THe skin that rounded off into little numbs where a pinky and a ring finger should sit. 

They extended it to him with pleading eyes. “Please fix it.”

“That’s my job, silly,” he replied, and took their hand in his, trying not to go red as their shaking fingers curled around his. 

They rolled their eyes, settling back onto their mound of pillows as Leo took a few thick shards of celestial bronze and started molding it. “Well I ain’t paying you.”

“You don’t need to.” Leo said simply, heating his hands enough to work the metal smoothly into a general finger shape, but not hot enough to burn what was left of their two fingers.

They looked away, scrunching their shoulders a little and grinning. “Stop being stupid.”

“Impossible.”

Leo sanded down the edges and used a screwdriver to carve the dips around where their fingernails should sit, so that grooves were the same. When he pulled the leather straps that connected to a strap around their wrist, holding the shiny golden fingers in place, he was afraid he’d cut off their blood. “Does that hurt?” 

“Nah,” they grinned. “You can’t hurt me.”

He squinted for a moment, “is that a challenge? I don’t wanna hurt you!”

They gave him a deadpan glare as they wiggled the three attached fingers on their right hand, which only made the guilt seep back into his veins and crawl up his throat. Leo shook his head quickly. “You shouldn’t have grabbed it, why-”

“I wasn’t about to let you be decapitated.” They mutter with a raised eyebrow, like they were thinking ‘how could Leo be so stupid?’. “I like you being alive too much.”

Leo chuckled and finished sanding the leather straps down so they wouldn’t cut into their hands. “Aw, you like me!”

When he looked up, putting the sandpaper away and the screwdriver, his heart decided to clamber into his throat and stay there. They were watching him with soft eyes, sitting close enough that Leo was scared they’d hear his breath catch. 

Part of him was tensed up and ready to look away, but the rest of him screamed to not move, be quiet and stay still so that the thick bubble of something between tension and tenderness wouldn’t pop. He tried for a little smile, but then the fingers he had just built were curling around his own in a way that made his smile stretch wider.

Apparently in the split second he’d taken to glance at his shaky hands, they had made a decision, because his head was tilted and then pushed back a little when their lips were pressed to his.

His eyes fluttered shut as warmth danced across his cheeks, probably making him as red as a strawberry. 

That wasn’t a problem though, because there were hands on his hips and his own flew up to their jaw a second later as he smiled into the kiss. The kiss, they were kissing him! Leo resisted the urge to grin too much, he didn’t want to pull away, even as his lungs argued with his emotions.

There was a muffled shriek, and he was pushed backwards, laying on their doona as they held themselves above him with their elbows, a surprised look on their thoroughly kissed face. “Uh,” they gulped, a hazy look over their eyes. “Sorry, I shoulda-”

Leo’s brain finally caught up with him, and he pushed the internal exclamation points aside for a moment, keeping his hands on their face. They were so warm and breathtaking, he never wanted to stop staring at them. He cocked his head. “Why are you apologizing? Don’t say sorry, I really wanted you to-”

“I shoulda asked,” they mumbled but their eyes drifted, as Leo noticed his lips seemed more appealing than the conversation at hand. He couldn’t relate more. 

“Okay,” he said back, pulling them down a little bit and closing the gap. He smiled when he pulled away, savoring the taste of them. “Ask, then.” 

They only kissed his cheek with a grin, their hands tangling around his dark curls that he’d been planning on cutting shorter soon. The feeling of their hands in his hair got rid of that thought quickly. 

“Ask,” he kissed them again, short and sweet. “I dare you.”

[Title drop! And also the last chapter. Thanks to everyone that loved this fic!]

#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #leovaldez #Leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n

[rivashi]

deceived

synopsis: he’d punished everyone and anyone that dare lay a finger on you.

pairings: ???!matsukawa issei x afab!reader

genre(s): NSFW, DC, SMUT, slight angst? (idk, maybe if you squint), thriller? to wholesome, eventual fluff, established relationship, medieval fantasy!au, timeskip!au, porn w/ plot | scenario

cw: 18+, MINORS + AGELESS/FACELESS BLOGS DNI!!!, sacrifice, mentions of religious themes (kinda? idk), implied kidnapping, tied up, mentions of murder + death + corpses + blood (obviously), implied deliberate massacre, GORE [via decapitated head], minor character deaths, manipulation, yandere, size difference, monster fucking, consent, gentle to rough, public, clothed, marking, groping, nipple + clit play, oral [f receiving], cunninglingus, fingering, praise, multi orgasm [f], overstimulation, squirting, petnames [dear, darling, love, good girl], implied multi rounds.

wordcount: 3.0k holy shit, my longest fic yet

note 1: my application for the honeymoon avenue: the beach episode! by @crybabycrisis a.k.a my 1st collab piece in this new blog <3 and special thanks to @karamfilmare for beta reading <3 thank you, moni !

note 2: this is heavily inspired by the games; subnautica, subnautica: below zero, and shadow of colossus !

note 3: ironically despite the cws, the actual smut part is admittedly quite vanilla.

Today was warm and bright.

The Sun beamed brilliantly as you basked in its heat, breathing in the distinct scent of the air instead of the accustomed whiff of the chilly weather. Several eyes bore into your direction, and those within hearing range spoke in hushed tones to themselves, either completely ignorant of the fact or purposely doing so. 

Call it a hunch or instinct, but you are always most certain you are the subject of their sneaky glances and hush whispers. Especially whenever you are accompanied by the villager's Elders, their gazes harden. As much as they try their best to hide it behind their fake innocent smiles— you knew they were telling gossip about you. 

Rumors of this caliber quickly spread like wildfire around your close-knit community. In every community, there was always a person that spoke behind closed doors, and that person was… her. 

(R/N) disliked you. She openly admitted it to a fellow villager behind your back whenever she thought you weren't listening. Perhaps, she even hated you for being favored by the Elders. Perhaps, she despises how you were exempt from the physical labors because of it. Therefore, she was the perfect person to get information on the ruckus earlier.

So, you wait… 

Spending the rest of the afternoon in your hut, face buried in a book after cleaning the tiny space. The constant ticking of the clock on your wall mildly reminded you of how much time has passed. You remain seated in your lounge, waiting for the surroundings to darken like you've always had – this time to sneak out to gather intel instead of visiting your boyfriend. 

You expertly stepped out of your hut without a sound, heading towards a specific location. The skies were littered with a veil of clouds, making it easier to creep up to your destination: the Leader's hut, where the adults have their meetings at midnight. The bushes gave you plenty of cover to stand near an open window as you listened in to (R/N) carelessly informing the Council about the severe problems caused by the God in the sea.

You knew of the God who resides in the sea. Colossal Emperor, as they call it. You've heard stories from the Elders of its large stature and how it can cause rainstorms every time it resurfaces above the sea. You found the tale intriguing, as terrifying as it might sound to a child and the other village folks. You'd always visit the beach where the said God surfaces, hoping to catch a glimpse when it does. 

You shook your head, trying to focus on the task at hand. "There's only one way to stop these constant rainstorms, and I suggest we bring an offer." She proposed.

"We can't. We have limited cattle and crops." Countered by another.

"How about a human sacrifice?"

"That's inhumane! Everyone has a role in this village—"

"Besides one." Everyone fell silent, and you immediately knew who she was referring to. "She hasn't contributed to this village like the rest of us have. She served this village for no purposes besides entertaining the Elders."

What she said was the truth. Although, advantages were keeping the Elders company, such as being favored by them and being exempted from physical labor. They were not the ones in charge of this village's community. It was the Council and their Leader, Irihata Nobuteru. 

"I agree with bringing an offering for the Colossal Emperor, but," Irihata started, "we mustn't stain our hands with murder." The rest of the Council agreed with the Leader's statement, and there was a slight pause before he broke it. "How about we vote on which approach we should proceed with?"

"Who votes for bringing an offering such as food, cattle, and so? Please raise your hands." Several hands raised their hands, but it was clear that the majority would vote for the next option. "Since the majority didn't raise their hands, is it safe to assume that everybody agreed to offer a living human?" Everyone nodded.

"Let us hope this sacrifice will suffice. We can't afford another rainstorm if this fails." With that, they ended the meeting right there and then.

The following morning came, and two women from the Council were in front of you. It was really quite a sight to behold, watching them squirm and stutter at your front door as they attempt to explain your circumstances that you already knew. The shame and guilt on their faces bring you slight solace for your own sake. You didn't dare interrupt them nor ask for an explanation— you were sure they'd give you pointed and disapproving looks.

The whole village knew you were orphaned, which is why you were close to the Elders, as they were the ones who raised you as their own. Additionally, they knew you didn't have any lover they knew of – making you the perfect sacrifice to offer for the Colossal Emperor.

"… when?" You simply ask, looking down at the ground as you clenched your hands into fists while trembling slightly. A mix of emotions swirled through you: sadness, confusion, frustration, hopelessness, and… rage.

"Tonight, at sunrise." You nodded sadly in understanding before closing the door with a soft thud as you slid down against the door with your hands on your face. You knew it would eventually come to this – it was in a human's nature, after all. To simply discard those who aren't helpful to them. You just didn't know; it would be this quick for them to throw you away.

You spend your morning reflecting on your time here at the village, reliving the memories you shared with the Elders. In the afternoon, you visit them and say your goodbyes after informing them of your fate. These people were the ones who became your parents and family, especially Granny Aoi. You decided to stay there, giving them one last memory before you ultimately disappear from the village and their lives.

Night came faster than you anticipated, and you quickly sneaked out of the Elder's hut when they least expected before walking towards the Leader's hut and knocking on his door. He opened the door, revealing his relatively short yet large build.

"Yes?"

"Just in case, can you promise me that you'll evacuate the Elders and children, taking them as far away as possible?" Your abrupt request seemed to have taken him by surprise. It was unexpected. "This is my only condition."

Irihata reluctantly agreed to your favor, and you left him be for the night. This interaction, however, gave him an unsettling feeling in his gut. It was… as if you knew something that he doesn't, and he can't seem to pinpoint it. Your words stay with him, haunting him until he finally gives in. Irihata woke the Elders and children, telling them to leave the village immediately and to hide in a large cave within the forest until further notice.

Meanwhile, you walked down the beach to visit your boyfriend. This was located underneath a cliff just a few miles away from the village. The Elders have always warned you to avoid that cliff as the Colossal Emperor is said to snatch unsuspecting people there whenever he resurfaces. Yet, he never appears whenever you are there.

But you did meet him there whom you've met purely by chance. It was at night during one of the rainstorms that the said God would cause, and yet, you didn't see a towering monster – what you saw was a man in the water, staring off at the cloudy skies above. You learned that his name was Matsukawa Issei. You're not exactly sure what drew you to him in the first place – he was mysterious and brooding from a distance. Still, with you, he was easy-going and always managed to make you laugh somehow.

A smile forms on your lips as you spot him leaning against the edge of the docks with his lower half submerged in water. "Is it finally the day, my dear?" He asks with a toothy grin when you reach him, and you give a grin of your own in return. 

"Indeed, it is, my love."

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The cold rain breeze made you shiver as you woke up, tied up on a wooden post that was promptly embedded into the ground. The rain trickled heavily, covering your surroundings in a thick mist. Despite this, you can still trace multiple silhouettes in front of you. Besides the crashing waves beneath you and the loud rain pouring, you could still make out a… prayer?

In your stunned state, it sounded almost like a ritual. But before you could recover from your daze – the post you were tied to suddenly spun around, knocking the air out of your lungs as you gasped in horror when you faced the cliff edge. The uneasiness in your stomach grows as you stare at your fate.

Will this be the end? Will this really be how I leave this cruel world by being sacrificed to a God I don't believe in?

A sting of pain on your palm managed to bring you back to reality – a warm liquid dripped down from your hand. You could almost whiff the scent of blood through the overpowering combined smell of the earthy soils of the forest nearby and the briny waters of the sea below.

Then, you and your companions hear the sounds of water splashing on the rocks underneath and accompanied by a low roar. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you came face-to-face with the humongous anomaly.

"Oh, Colossal Emperor, please accept this humble offering from us, and in exchange, would you be so kind as to ease these rainstorms?"

The creature brought up a clawed limb, tearing through your bindings, before picking you up in its hand and staring at you. The villagers below rejoiced by God's acceptance of their offering; however, they soon realized that the storm wasn't easing away.

Confusion was written on their faces as they watched the Colossal Emperor open its hand and see you stand on its palm with a triumphant smile. Their confusion slowly turns into fear as it lets out a deep growl when it inspects your wounded hand.

You dared lay a finger on her?

It spoke telepathically in their minds. The voice sounded of a male human with a deep and alluring tone. They could also hear the low rumbling noise from its throat as it raises itself more, showing its proper height to the people.

"We've offered you a sacrifice!" A council refuted.

It clicked its tongue. You hurt her.

"It was necessary!"

Was it? It chuckles darkly. How foolish of you to think I control these storms when I simply emerge when it happens? It paused for a second, letting its words sink in. A shame, really. You all could've lived but

Anyone that touches what's mine is punishable… by death. 

The rain had ceased, and the sunlight shone brightly through the cracks of the clouds in the sky. There you were in your soaked and mud-covered white dress, standing eerily still at the center of bloodied corpses of the adults and former Council members – except one. You crouched down to Irihata's eye level, his blood-covered body trembled as he stared at (R/N) 's decapitated head at the front of his feet.

"Why?" He asked desperately and almost pathetically in a hoarse tone while looking up at you. You saw the immersed feelings of suffering and anguish in his eyes that were practically eating him alive.

You offer him a kind smile, making him almost forget the whole ordeal. "Because you deserved it, leader."

"For you, death is a mercy you aren't entitled to." 

Again, your words echoed in his mind. A forever reminder of his failure to protect his people who were with him as he watched your retreating figure, leaving him there to wallow in his thoughts. You were practically glowing in excitement as you walked back toward your lover at the idea of your new lives together.

He again lowers his palm to the ground, just enough for you to climb onto it. Lifting it up to stare at each other, wordlessly communicating before slowly pushing his torso off the cliff, preparing to take his leave with you. 

"Wait!" Irihata yelled, running to the cliff's edge and hoping to catch up on you before you left. But he was too late, both of you – you and the Colossal Emperor vanished with a massive splash before he could even reach the edge.

You two quickly arrived at your stop, just as hasty as you left. Matsukawa settles you down on a beach shore after roughly dragging you underwater. The wet smooth gritty sand beneath you clang onto your bare feet and in its crevasses, making you cringe at the contact before it was washed away by the tide.

 "We make a pretty good team, don't we?" You turn to face him, mirroring his twisted grin. "I still can't believe it worked." Although still towering over you like a predator, his current form resembles a human-sized scale and height

This, whichever form he took – either his monster form or his humanoid form, was the man you fell madly in love with and would do anything for him— even dirtying your hands with blood.

"You doubted me?" You gasped dramatically and playfully at his reaction, arching a brow in amusement. He shakes his head while chuckling, making you join him promptly afterward.

"No. Of course not, dear." He starts, "I didn't think it would be this easy. It went just as you told me, step-by-step and bit-by-bit."

The early events were all a part of your plan. It started with a misunderstanding about being exempted from physical labor— you weren't, never was, and never will be. However, you planted a seed of doubt in them by letting them think that you are, and they fell right through your trap. The rest you predicted in due time, planting more lies to grow their hatred and pettiness towards you until it ultimately led to their demise.

Your thoughts are interrupted by his excellent hands cupping your face, making you look up and into his dark-colored eyes— only to be taken aback at the rare display of raw emotions: a mixture of adoration and devotion swelling in his eyes. Unable to look away, you watch him glance between you and your lips.

"May I?" You nodded, and his lips captured yours immediately, making you melt into him. The little, breathy sounds you made were driving him to his limit. He so desperately wants you. Teeth grazing slightly on your bottom lip as he sucks on it, fingers twined into your hair and clenching into a fist, tugging on it slightly and earning an airy gasp from you.

When you part with your lips, Matsukawa instantly shoves his tongue down onto you and expertly explores your mouth for the first time. You pull him closer, removing the little distance between you and him. You found yourself snaking your arms around his neck as his tentacles wrapped around your legs, effectively trapping you.

Matsukawa hurriedly untangles his tentacles around you, lifting you up in his arms with your legs securely hooked around his waist before carrying you over to a rock near the shoreline. He gingerly places you on the rather large flat surface. Goosebumps ghost on your skin upon contact with the rock's cool and smooth texture as he grinds his slightly opened cloaca against your clothed sex.

You whimper into the kiss before pulling away and looking up into his eyes with uncertainty and desire as he peers down at you. "You do not need to worry. Just relax, leave everything to me… Let me take care of you." He says, brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face and pressing soft kisses all over it.

He starts rubbing your shoulders and arms just as you like it, making you relax and sensitive at his touch. You feel an unfamiliar writhing appendage slipped inside your dress, tugging at the collar and revealing your breasts to your lover while another pair grabbed your ankles, spreading your legs more to him. At the same time, he continues to hump against you. 

His lips are now on your neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and marking it with love bites. "Mine." Matsukawa said possessively, his lips trailing down as two tentacles groped your now exposed breasts with their suckers, pinching and tugging your nipples.

A gasp ripped from your throat as two more of his tendrils pried your legs apart by your ankles, making your dress hiked up to your hips. Exposing your soaked underwear to your lover's eyes for the first time. Another large one slithered around your waist, keeping you still, while a smaller one pushed your panties to the side.

Instantly, his mouth attaches itself to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man without a care. So pussy drunk on making sure your pussy is fully coated in his saliva. At the same time, he crudely groans, the vibrations shaking you to your core. His only focus is on you, the way you keen and writhe beneath him. Not caring about how obscenely drenched your pussy gets or how roughly you tug on the curly locks of his, practically living for it. "Such a pretty hole… So delectable." Heat rushes throughout your body as he mumbles praise after praise, making you forget your worries and nervousness. And only focus on the newfound pleasure you are experiencing. 

His lips moved to your clit, sucking with his tongue. Flicking and twirling around the sensitive nerve, he plunged two fingers inside your entrance, slowly stretching you out. You were already pulsing around him while you let out unfiltered moans, whimpering as he touched every sensitive spot of your gummy walls. He felt you spasm, warning him of your climax. It only takes a few more thrusts to send you over the edge. 

But he doesn't stop. Matsukawa continues ripping through orgasm and orgasm, again and again from you. It wasn't until you squirt from overstimulation that he pulled away reluctantly with what little resolved left in him. His longing eyes peer down to see your eyes half shut, your mouth open with drool on the corner of your lips.

"Don't fall asleep now. I'm not done with you yet."

#🩸 — dark content #🍷 — spicy content #🌸 — fluff content #river.writes #honeymoon avenue: the beach episode! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu matsukawa #haikyuu mattsun #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa scenarios #matsukawa imagines #matsukawa smut #matsukawa fluff #tw kidnap mention #tw gore #tw death #tw yandere #tw monsterfucking

[siena-sevenwits]

Jan 9 - Day #10 - Fortnight of Books

The book I read but have already forgotten:

The Ghosts of Sherwood by Carrie Vaughn

The idea is that Robin and Marian's young children must have courage and save the day. I remember enjoying it, but it just hasn't stuck with me at all.

Book with a scene that left you reeling (written in such a way as to avoid spoilers but they're there if you squint:)

Hard to pin this down, but a few scenes that left me reeling/mildly surprised me but I want to mention them anyway:

Who turned out to be the narrator Tress of the Emerald Sea (it's given away in the first part, but it definitely caught me off guard! And then I said, "Of course."

The over-the-top ridiculous evil of Hagen in Didrik of Bern. And Krimhild sending her little child over to Hagen's table in hopes Hagen would be annoyed and decapitate him, so that Attila the Hun would get angry about the murder and be moved to attack.

The origin of the Fangs and the way the characters' paths crossed with it in North! or Be Eaten.

Halloween Night in The Perilous Gard. And THAT FINAL SCENE!

From the Corfu Trilogy: The unceremonious arrival in Corfu Town. Meeting the Rose Beetle Man. Leslie's court case. Larry's friends showing up at 2 AM. Boating on bioluminescent water. The fire in Larry's bedroom.

Several scenes in The Hunger Games but I can't pick them out individually just now.

Fitzroy telling Will Hardy to run in Wayfarer.

"Murder in the Cathedral" was not only much better than I'd been led to believe, but much easier to stay focused on!

When the Creeping Shadow stepped over the chain. And all the end-of-book cliffhangers from that series.

Longing for Robin Hood, and "Where have you been?" in The Last Unicorn.

Like, half of The King of Attolia. The dogs, the stairs, the kiss, the undoing of a certain house, the skill, the intent, the mercy, the end. And Sophos doing you-know-what at the end of A Conspiracy of Kings. I am afraid that after a certain point, the reveal "And it was Eugenides!" becomes less surprising, though never the less welcome.

#fortnight of books 2023 #recovering reader #coreander's old books