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its-vannah · 1 year
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Vigilante Sh*t | Jacaerys x Reader
A/N: Y'all, this is a bad b*tch fic. Prepare yourselves.
Warnings: Death of a major character, attempted murder, divorce, arranged marriage, marriage, mentions of consummating a marriage, pregnancy
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For as long as you can remember, Lucerys Velaryon had been one of your closest friends. As children, the two of you were much too timid to meddle with politics. You preferred to stay out of the limelight.
That was until you had recieved the news of his death. When a messenger had told you what had happened, you felt your knees give out beneath you.
Don't get sad, get even
Steadying yourself against a nearby wall, you tried to calm your nerves. He wasn't meant to die. Not now, not this young. And you were ready for revenge—even if it meant taking it out on your own husband.
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When it has been announced that you were betrothed to Aemond Targaryen, your family had been thrilled. Finally, one of their children would marry into nobility.
But you were severely disappointed.
From what you had seen, Aemond was a menacing, cruel man who did anything he could to elevate his status. You had heard rumors that, if he could, he'd kill his own brother to become King.
Even Lucerys feared for your safety entering a marriage with him, reminding you that your friendship would be put on hold. But trying to convince your parents to end the betrothal was impossible. It was too late.
Still, Lucerys had persisted.
"Couldn't you be wed to Jace?" He suggested, "He's still nobility. Your parents would be happy, woukdnt they? Please, Y/N, just try."
You raised a brow, "You want me to marry your brother?"
Someone sweet and kind and fun
He shrugged, "I think it'd be quite a nice match, actually."
"It's too late, Luc, I already tried. They'll have my head if I go against their wishes."
With a frown, he admitted defeat, "I just don't want to lose you. You're the closest friend I have. You're like a sister, really."
Pulling him into a hug, you pressed a kiss to his temple, "That will never change, Luc. I promise."
Until you found out that he had died, and your husband had been the one who killed him.
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Nothing made your blood boil more. He would regret his decision one way or another.
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Your handmaiden pulled a velvet black dress over your head, lacing it in the back until it was perfectly draped over your body.
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
It was a bold move, on your part. To wear Targaryen black in a sea of Hightower green. But it was a move you were willing to take.
Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
Tucking a dagger in your bodice, you were ready for revenge.
They say looks can kill and I might try
Making your way to the dining hall, you remained stoic even in your grief. You were going to get your way.
Entering the hall, you moved to sit beside Aemond. Normally, he didn't even bat an eye your way. But when he saw his mother's cold hard stare your direction, his shot you a warning glance.
Taking a seat, he grabbed you by the wrist, practically hissing at you.
"You're upsetting the Queen," He said in a low whisper, "Out of all the gowns you have, you chose one so bold?"
I don't dress for women
You played dumb, "Bold? This is one of my favorites. Didn't you know?"
"Remove it."
I don't dress for men
"Right here? I hardly think its appropriate," You replied, the corners of your mouth going up, "No, I think I'll leave it on."
Tightening his grip on your wrist, he grit his teeth, "Now."
And I don't dress for villains
"My life doesn't revolve around you, Aemond," You hissed, "I'll wear what I wish."
"Don't make me ask you again."
The lady simply had enough
"Don't make me say no, then." You said, eyes narrowing.
And crossing all of mine
Pulling you up from your chair by the wrist, the whole table turned to look at the two of you.
While he was doing lines
Aemond forced a smile on his face, "Excuse us, Lady Y/N has some matters she'd like to discuss."
It was so silent that you could only hear the clicking of Aemond's boots against the stone floor.
I'm on my vigilante shh again
Shoving you into your chambers, you fell back onto the floor, catching yourself with your hands. Reaching into your bodice, you pulled out your dagger, lunging towards him with the weapon held high.
He spun you back, kicking your ankle out, and pinned half of your body to the bed, the dagger now held firmly to your throat.
Through bated breaths, tears pricked your eyes, "You took the life of the one person who meant the world to me."
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
"It was an accident."
Grunting, you shook your head, careful to avoid the edge of the knife, "Doesn't change the fact that you didn't, and that he's dead."
He was silent, so you continued, "Let me free. Annul our marriage and I will go without a word."
"A word of what?"
She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some
You inhaled, "The bastard you fathered with my handmaiden. I'm sure your mother would be delighted to hear of it."
"How did you figure it out?"
Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI
"It wasn't that hard," You said, "Isn't she pregnant again?"
He loosened his grip, "I let you go, and you go without a word?"
"Not a sound," You promised, "And you're secret—and image—will remain intact."
He groaned, pushing himself off of you, "You're a vile woman, you know that?"
"And you're a sick, twisted man."
The marriage was annulled the next morning, and Aemond explained that your marriage had never been consummated. To tell the truth, he had been too drunk to remember if that had been accurate.
Although he was initially denied the request by Allicent, he reminded his mother that, out of all the women in the seventh, he could find another with more power to her name to carry his children. He didn't want the Targaryen name to be soiled by his wife.
After his mother nodded to Aegon, it didn't take long for the marriage to be annulled. By that point, you were already on your way to Driftmark.
You had left with a small trunk of your belongings, opting to leave anything with a hint of your past life with Aemond behind. No green dresses or hair pins, no Hightower crests.
Knowing your family would refuse to allow you back into their home, you went to the only place that ever really felt like home.
Walking into the keep, you were suddenly overcome with grief. You were in the gardens, where you snd Lucerys had chased each other as children.
The memories, however sweet they once were, now felt painful. You tried to push them away, unable to come to terms with your grief.
Kneeling in front of a stone bench, you traced the spot where your initials had been engraved. He had always felt like a brother to you, and now he was gone.
You heard someone clear their throat behind you, and immediately jumped, the hood of your cloak slipping off your head and onto your shoulders.
Turning around, your eyes met Jace Velaryon's. Surprise settled into your body as he looked down on you.
And she looks so pretty
"Y/N?" He asked, convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Jumping up from your spot beside the bench, you wrapped him in a tight embrace, arms thrown around his shoulders.
Your feet dangled off the ground as he returned the embrace, burying his head in your shoulder while supporting your weight.
"I'm sorry, Jace," Your voice was just above a whisper, "I know how much he meant to you."
He just held you tighter in response, setting you back down a moment later, filled with questions.
"How—Why—When—" Jace furrowed his brows, unsure of the reason of your arrival, "Is he here?"
You shook your head, "No, I traveled alone. It'll all make sense soon, I promise. But I need to speak with your mother."
He nodded, "I'll see if I can arrange something later in the day. She's busy at the moment. Please, come inside, it's far too cold to be out here."
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That evening, you spoke with Rhanerya, explaining the events that had brought you to Driftmark. Touched by the love you had for her son, she pulled you into a hug, commending your bravery and sacrifice.
She welcomed you to stay with open arms, and instructed her eldest son to help you get settled.
That's when something in you switched. During the next few months at Driftmark, you and Jace became closer and closer, eventually sharing a kiss in the gardens on the very bench he had found you.
It wasn't even a month later that the two of you were wed in a large ceremony, with the people of Driftmark in attendance.
For the first time since you had been shipped off to marry Aemond, and since Luc had died, you were genuinely happy.
After the wedding, Jace took you back to your shared chambers, kissing you softly, "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I'll be waiting when you're ready."
Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride
But nothing could keep you away from your husband. Pulling him down on the bed, you consummated your marriage that night. On that same night, unbeknownst to you, you conceived your first child.
The next time you saw your ex-husband, he was in chains in the middle of Driftmark, at the mercy of Queen Rhaenyra. And you were standing beside Jace, his hand on your swollen stomach as she decided his face.
You couldn't help but smile. Luc may not have been with you, but you couldn't have been happier alongside your husband, as the new princess, waiting for the arrival of your first child.
I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends
Gazing up at Jace, he caught your eyes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
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poetsofmyheart · 9 months
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my tears ricochet
chapter two. masterlist.
PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader
WARNINGS: death, nightmares
WORD COUNT: 2,912
NOTES: anyone wanna be added to a tag list? i’ve gotten a few requests so lmk :)
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“what a shame she went mad, you made her like that.” - mad woman, taylor swift
now
the night peter walked me back to my apartment, i couldn’t get a single minute of sleep. my mind raced with thoughts about gwen and harry osborn.
the man who killed gwen was peter’s best friend.
what the fuck?
i couldn’t get it out of my head. the thought played in my mind like a broken vhs tape. stuck on a constant loop with no idea how to fix it. endless questions filled my brain. peters words flooding and repeating over and over.
“he was never caught.”
how does something like that happen? why did he do it? was he trying to get revenge? why gwen?
my mind raced with these questions all night. i ran through all possible answers until finally, at around five in the morning, my mind shut off. though, my peaceful slumber didn’t last long because i began to dream about gwen.
again.
i often dream about what happened the night at the tower. the details of that night have never fully been disclosed unfortunately. i only know part of what happened simply because peter had told me through tears after the incident, when he came in through my window.
although, it doesn’t matter because i only ever dream about the worst part of it all. the part where gwen falls to her death.
these dreams began a few days after her funeral. when the realization of her really being gone had settled.
i dream about her at the top of that tower, holding on to spider-man’s webs. i dream about her calling out for help, calling out to peter. i dream about what she must’ve been feeling moments before hitting the pavement. the fear that loomed over her body like a ghost.
right as gwen is about to let go of peter’s web, i jolt awake. i feel like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on me.
the time on my desk reads 1:25 pm.
yikes.
i’m not awake for long when the questions that kept me awake for majority of the night come soaring back. i jump up from my bed and go straight for my desk. powering on my computer, i go to the search engine and search harry osborn. i read the top result.
HARRY OSBORN
SON OF NORMAN OSBORN, CEO OF OSCORP INDUSTRIES
oscorp industries sticks out to me. i remember that’s where gwen’s internship was located at. that’s where she used to work. everyday after school, i’d drop her off at oscrop before driving myself to my piano lessons. i’d pick her up after as well and we’d drive home together.
i scroll a little further down and click on the oscorp website. a fuzzy photo of harry loads on to my screen. an i.d. photo perhaps. the photo feels eerie, unsafe. he looks like a normal person.
knowing this perfectly normal looking man was capable of something so horrendous strikes me as bizzare. looking at him makes my blood boil and my vision turn red.
for another hour, i’m left researching harry osborn and oscorp industries. i look for clues that might help me find out what he’s up to these days, where he might be.
as i’m scrolling, i hear a tapping sound come from my window. the familiarity of it sends a wave of electricity through me.
i quickly x out of the tab i’m in and walk over to my window. when i open my curtains, i see a familiar masked hero waving at me. i roll my eyes and lift open the latch. “what do you want? and how’d you know which window was mine?
“i promised i’d tell you everything.” peter says, jumping into my room and ignoring the second part of my question. he takes a look around my room, which is currently a mess.
clothes scatter my floor. bras, panties, sleep shirts, and all of the above. old piano sheet music and coffee cups litter every corner, and my bed is unmade, the sheets hanging off to the side. i kick some undergarments under my bed before he can see them.
his eyes land on my closet. my closet is wide open, the photos i hung on the door forever ago are on full display. he walks over to my photo wall and his eyes linger on a specific polaroid of me and gwen.
the photo was taken at prom. me and gwen are holding each other close, gwen pressing a chaste kiss on my cheek while i smile widely at the camera. the memory feels distant, but not forgotten.
peter chuckles softly to himself. “feels like a lifetime ago.” he murmurs. his gloved finger traces over gwen’s face, then over mine.
i’m relived i can’t see his face. i’d pain me to see the heartbreak and anguish that’s most likely written all over his expression, threatening to spill over.
a few seconds pass by in silence before i clear my throat. peter turns around fast, almost like he’s forgotten he was in my room. “sorry.” he pulls of his mask, a sheepish smile plastered on his face.
he glances around my room a little longer, admiring some of the band posters on my wall. he’s about to go over to my computer when i remember my researching from just moments earlier. i manage to beat him to it and shut it off before the tabs can reopen.
peter is like an unattended child. he runs around, grabbing and inspecting everything he sees like a kid in a candy shop. not a single care in the world.
i’m closing my computer when i notice he’s gone.
then i hear the piano.
“seriously, peter?” he’s sitting at my piano which is placed directly in front of my couch, where a tv would normal sit.
“you still play?” he presses a few random keys, creating a cacophony of noise. the sound reverberates throughout my apartment. “yeah.” my response holds a hint of annoyance.
peter is well aware of my love for piano. in high school, gwen would drag peter to some of my concerts. it would come up in our conversations often as well. he’d talk about his love for photography while i talked about my love for piano.
i cringe as he continues to hit random notes. he drags his fingers up and down the keyboard then repeatedly hits the same key over and over again, smirking as he does. “jesus, can you stop that?” i make him scoot over so i’d have space to sit on the bench.
he reaches for my sheet music. “hmm,” he rifles through the slightly crumpled sheets. “fantasie?” my eyes widen and i rip the papers out of his grasp. “don’t touch that!” i reorganize the papers and put them back on my stand. i’m worried he’ll recognize the song.
“geez, sorry.” he holds his hands up in surrender, a sign he might not have noticed. he stands up from his spot on the bench and sits on the couch.
“play me something.”
“no.”
“why not?”
“because.”
“because why?” he raises a brow.
“because i don’t want to.”
“what about your audition. don’t you think you should practice with an audience?” it takes him a second to realize what he’s just said. his cheeks redden.
it takes me a minute to fully grasp on to what he said. “were you… spying on me yesterday?” my eyes narrow at him suspiciously.
he runs a gloved hand through his hair, a nervous tick of his i’m very familiar with. “i may or many not have accidentally overheard.” he admits.
“creeper.”
i try to hide my smile by looking down at the keyboard. i play a few random notes. mine are subtle and soft unlike peter’s obnoxious ones. they echo beautifully.
we’re quiet for a moment as we listen.
“okay, how about this.” peter says, sitting up straight. i look up at him. “how about you play me a song and i’ll tell you everything you want to know about gwen and harry.”
“or,” i stop playing. “you tell me everything i want to know, and then maybe,” i grin as i drag out the last word. “maybe i’ll play you a song.”
peter groans.
“hey, there was no specification about a song!” peter laughs, but it simmers away just as quickly as it appeared, his face becoming serious when he remembers why he’s at my apartment in the first place. “i’m sorry.” he says, frowning.
my smile fades.
“i’m sorry for not telling you anything about what happened. i just-” he shakes his head. “with everything going on and what happened to gwen, i couldn’t risk losing you too.”
something that hangs loosely in my chest tightens.
“gwen died because she knew too much about me. i couldn’t get you killed too. you knowing i’m spider-man is enough to put you in danger.”
“so, you kept me in the dark.”
peter nods. “that night, i tried so hard to keep gwen away.” he let’s out a humorless laugh as he recalls the tragic event. “for gods sake, i even webbed her to a car.”
as peter continues talking, i realize i’ve begun moving my fingers to the rhythm of fantasie.
one thing i’ve started doing to cope with gwen’s loss was of course piano, but when i’m away from the piano and need something to ease my mind, i move my fingers to the rhythm of the song.
“what about harry osborn? why’d he kill gwen?” i’m barely able to get the words out due to my throat tightening. i can’t bare to meet his gaze, so i continue to play with my hands. if peter notices, he doesn’t mention it.
“harry was sick. he developed an illness, the very same illness that killed his father. it was hereditary. he became this sick monster, he almost didn’t look like himself. everyone on the case calls him ‘the green goblin.’ he believed spiderman’s blood could cure him. i refused to give him blood, and when he found out i was spider-man, he used gwen as a way to get revenge on me.”
my suspicions from last night had been correct. it was revenge on peter.
gwen was the one who had to suffer the consequences.
“he took her and dropped her and i didn’t reach her on time.” peter’s eyes glaze over.
the full weight of what really happened to gwen lands on me harshly. the tears i tried so hard to push back fall freely down my cheeks and soon enough, peter’s words become overshadowed by the sound of fantasie. my need to block out the truth causes my fingers move against the keys the way i’ve grown to love. i forget about peter’s presence and for just a few minutes, it’s just me.
and gwen.
once i’m finished, i keep my eyes trained on the keyboard. and then i remember peter.
“whoa,” is all he says.
“i’m sorry.” i try to laugh off my embarrassment. my voice sounds nasally from the crying. peter’s intense gaze makes it all the more harder to recover from my outburst. “it’s just a thing i do. this was gwen’s favorite song on the piano and i can’t help but move my fingers to the rhythm when i think about her.”
peter looks caught off guard, but not from my sudden playing, but from the sudden tears on my face. before he can comment on it i ask, “so what are you going to do?”
peter’s concerned eyes turn confused. “about what?”
“how are you going to find harry osborn?”
“i’ve been trying to find him for the past two years.”
“and you haven’t found him yet?”
“i don’t need your help, if that’s what you’re implying.” peter stands up from his position on the couch, all softness gone and starts making his way back to my room. i follow behind him and scoff.
“yes, you clearly do. it’s been two years. don’t think it’s about time you had some help?” peter ignores me and pulls on his mask. he climbs through my window, turns to me and says, “i’m not going to put you in danger the same way i did to gwen.”
then he’s gone.
a few days go by before i see peter again. except this time, i pay him a visit.
trying to get in contact with peter was a lot harder than it seemed. at some point in the last two years he’s changed his phone number, the one in my phone outdated.
i am also not in contact with any of my high school peers so there is no way for me to ask around for his number.
so i do what i do best.
i google him.
it doesn’t take me long to find peter because he’s the first result among the other one million peter parkers.
he’s a well accomplished photographer for the daily bugle. according to google, his most recent work consists of spider-man photographs.
shocker.
unfortunately, the daily bugle does not share insiders phone numbers which means i still have no way of contacting peter.
this left me with one option left.
i go to the daily bugle myself.
having been to the daily bugle myself before (for a high school field trip weirdly enough), i’m already well aware that visitors, aside from family, are not allowed into the building.
so i pretend to be peter’s wife.
before i reach the daily bugle, i make a quick stop at the deli near by. i order a sandwich, which i use as a prop. my excuse being that peter forgot his lunch.
“mrs. parker, wife of peter parker.” i say to the woman at the front desk. she eyes me suspiciously for a minute then nods. “third floor.” she says, and hands me a visitors badge.
i take the elevator and when the doors open, i meet eyes with the famous james jameson. he doesn’t say anything at first, peering down at my badge and narrowing his eyes. “mrs. parker?” he says, eventually.
“yes! is my husband peter around? he forgot his lunch.” i hold up the brown paper bag. hilariously, he stands there shocked. mouth wide open like a gaping fish.
“uh- yes. he’s just down the hall.”
“great.” he stops me before i can leave.
“i’m sorry-” he shakes his head with a laugh. “peter parker, right? he’s your husband?” he says this like it’s the most impossible thing in the world.
i nod.
before he can continue, i mumble out a thank you and walk down the hall as directed. when i reach the end, i’m met with a room full of cubicles, all the same grey, dull design.
i scan the room for a minute, and when i find peter’s eyes, his are already on me. his cubicle is tucked by the corner on the left side.
i wave and walk towards him, a hint of a smirk playing at my lips. when i reach him, he’s giving me a glare so deadly it makes hot liquid pour all over my body.
“what are you doing here?” he whispers, an edge to his voice. “you forgot your lunch.” i set the bag on his desk. his face contorts in confusion.
“also, we need to talk. it’s important.” before he can respond, i pull him up from his desk and drag him to the women’s bathroom. i lock the door behind us.
“jesus christ, y/n. someone’s gonna think i’m trying to get a quickie in on the job.”
“not if you shut up and let me talk.”
peter rolls his eyes. when he looks down at my badge, his eyes widen. “mrs. parker?” he sputters out, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
“it’s was the only way to get in.”
“and what was so important that you needed to get in?”
ever since peter filled me in on the night of gwen’s death, i decided to use my new knowledge on the subject to conduct my own investigation. i find out about electro and harry’s assistant, felicia hardy, who i believe would be a great help in our search.
“because i know about electro and felicia hardy.”
peter looks distraught at the mention of electro and felicia. it’s not long before his shock quickly dissipates into anger. “i thought i said i didn’t need your help.”
“but you do, peter!” i fling my arms around, my anger building up rapidly, cheeks burning. “gwen was my best friend! my confidant, and i’m not going to rest until i find the bastard that killed her. i’m going to do it with or without your help, so why don’t you do yourself a favor and accept that you need my help. it’s been two years for fucks sake.”
peter blinks.
he seems to really think about it for a second. his eyes looking me up and down, then scanning my face. finally he begrudgingly says, “fine.”
my eyes light up a smidge.
“but the second things start going south, you’re out. got it?”
“got it.”
“this stays between us. there can’t be any secrets between us or else it’ll all go to shit. promise me you won’t keep anything from me.”
i hold out my pinky. “i promise.”
except i’ve already broken that promise because i’ve failed to mention the threatening letters in my mailbox.
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dontflailmenow · 1 year
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dare you
summary: One dare. One night. One creepy, people-died-here, dilapidated house. Two reluctant explorers. Of course it’s Halloween.
pairing: mingyu x fem!reader
word count: 6k exactly
genre: smut, mild humor, mild fluff, established relationship
warnings/contains: 18+, strength kink, size kink, discussion of bondage, restraining and exploration of power dynamics, references to murder that took place in the house, explicit sexual content, including manual stimulation (f. receive), unprotected sex + creampie
a/n: this is for the SVTHub spookteen collab. Please check out the other fics and get your spook (or laughs or fear or sad) on! This can be read as a standalone but in my head, these are the same characters from it’s all fun and games and this can also be read as a follow-up/sequel. You don’t have to read that one to understand this one, but there are definitely some references to it sprinkled in here!
taglists are at the bottom -- if I missed you, please let me know
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“How did we end up here? And why?” Mingyu asked, his expression dubious.
You laughed and linked your arm through his, bumping your hip against him before turning your attention back to the house in front of you and swallowing hard. So your laugh was a little…nervous. That was to be expected, considering the circumstances in which the two of you ended up.
“I’m apparently pathologically incapable of turning down a dare from Jeonghan and you’re the best, most loving and supportive boyfriend, who wouldn’t dream of making me spend the night in a murder house all by myself?” you answered, pressing yourself closer to him. You were doing your best to ignore the fact that your voice was shaky as you stared at the way the moonlight gave the house an eerie glow, highlighting broken windows and peeling paint, casting shadows in ways that sent a shiver up your spine.
You wouldn’t be nearly as unnerved if it were, say, a house that hadn’t been the site of a series of gruesome murders, followed by a string of people purchasing, moving in, and then selling the home within a week because they claimed it was haunted. But it was and the people who’d tried to live there after the murders always left, swearing up and down that they heard wailing, screaming. That they saw spectors out of the corner of their eyes and felt as if they were being watched, stalked, until they couldn’t take it anymore. 
No one had dared to live in it for years.
It wouldn’t be the first place you suggested or agreed to sleep in because it was such a rundown mess. It wouldn’t even make your list. But you wouldn’t get the damned heebie jeebies just standing in front of it, wouldn’t have a death grip on your boyfriend’s arm. Your boyfriend who might be big (seriously, the dude was tall and broad and muscled enough to intimidate anyone – that was, he could intimidate anyone if he wasn’t also the sweetest guy in the world whose smile gave it away to that same anyone if they spent more than two seconds in his presence), but was definitely not any less apprehensive at the prospect of spending the next 10 hours in said murder house. 
You felt him take a deep breath next to you and how he straightened his shoulders, as if steeling himself. 
“Right. Yeah. That’s why. Okay.” He rambled and your lips curved into a smile, a warm wave of affection rolling through you. “We’re doing this. It’s no big deal. Someone just killed a bunch of people in there and it’s probably haunted. We’re good. You good, baby?”
“Totally!” You nodded – lying, of course, but he was nervous enough for the both of you – releasing your hold on his arm to slip your fingers through his instead. 
“Come on, you guys. The clock is ticking.” 
“Unless you’re too scared and wanna back out…”
You and Mingyu both turned around to scowl at your friends, the menaces who had instigated and dared you in the first place, who were standing on the sidewalk on the other side of the decrepit fence around the front lawn. 
Jun smiled good-naturedly. It had been his idea, one of those off-the-cuff comments he’d made after you all walked out of the haunted hotel – the pretend, created-for-Halloween, so not actually haunted at all, just designed to be scary haunted hotel – last week. 
Mingyu had been nervous to go in, which you thought was honestly adorable. As large as he was, when it came to spooky things, he turned into a giant scaredy cat, and that was just one of the many things you loved about him. Except that you didn’t want to go first either. You could, of course you could, but you didn’t want to. Haunted houses (and hotels and trails and whatever other location that could be converted into a similar thing) were a fun, harmless way to experience scary thrills, and you genuinely liked them. Sharing laughs with your friends afterward about the most surprising jump scare or the creepiest part of it was always a good time. 
That particular haunted house – er, hotel – was just known for being exceptionally intense in the scare factor, okay. You might’ve been a teeny, tiny bit more scared than usual, and Mingyu had noticed, so the two of you agreed to go in simultaneously. None of that walking in a line thing, nope. You both had become one body for the entirety of the hotel, shrieked at the same time, laughed at yourselves and apologized to the clown actor when you’d screamed in his face and Mingyu nearly shoved him into the wall behind him out of instinct, and stumbled out still wrapped around each other. 
Your friends had laughed, teasing the both of you, and Jun. Oh, Jun. He had so innocently said, “It would be funny if you went to a real haunted house!” 
Obviously, you had asserted your capability of making it through any haunted house, real or pretend, flying high on adrenaline and the general sense of amusement among you. You really should have known better, but apparently you didn’t because then Hoshi mentioned the goddamned murder house and ghost hunters staying the night there, and Jeonghan was turning it into a dare, and you were fucked. 
Mingyu had looked horrified and tried to convince you that you didn’t need to go along with it, but he knew as well as you did that there was no way you wouldn’t. You were stubborn as hell and you weren’t going to back down from a dare issued by Jeonghan, of all people. Your pride demanded more!
Which was how you ended up standing in front of the infamous house, an overnight bag slung over your shoulder, flashlight in the hand not holding your boyfriend’s, while your friends gleefully watched from a safe distance. They got to spend Halloween at a party. You and Mingyu got to spend it in a place probably crawling with bugs and garbage from the few brave – or desperate – people who had crashed there over the years since the last owner moved out. 
Hoshi cackled and Jeonghan – aptly dressed as Loki – smirked. Seungcheol, grinning, called out that the two of you didn’t have to go through with it, that you guys could come to the party with them. Jun met your gaze and raised his fist up in solidarity, shouting, “You’ve got this!” and “Just think of the bragging rights and how breakfast is on us tomorrow!”
“I'm going to eat a ton of breakfast tomorrow,” you threatened. “I am going to order literally everything on the menu!”
A chorus of “yeah, yeah” was their response.
“You’re all terrible people and if we die, we’re coming for you,” Mingyu said before turning to you and lowering his voice. “C’mon. The sooner we get inside, the sooner we can take their proof pictures, then set up our sleeping bags in the cleanest corner we can find and stream Netflix on our phones until we pass out.”
You smiled wryly. “I like that optimism. You think our batteries will last us that long?”
His answering smile was wicked. “If they don’t, I’ll just have to distract you in another way, won’t I?”
Groaning, but still smiling because the man was exceptionally good at doing just that, you shook your head. “We’re not having sex in the murder house, Casanova. I’ve seen that movie and it does not end well.”
He just winked and then was pulling you with him into the house to the sound of your friends cheering. 
Once the door was shut behind you, you felt around the wall next to the door for a lightswitch, not really expecting it to work but also not wanting to not try and then realizing at 6 o’clock tomorrow morning that yeah, actually, somehow the electricity never got shut off. Sadly, yet not surprisingly, nothing happened when you flipped the switch. 
You looked up when you heard Mingyu’s flashlight click on and pouted. 
“So cute,” he teased with a soft laugh. 
“I’m glad my disillusionment is cute to you.”
“Everything about you is cute to me, love.”
Chuckling, you found yourself smiling in spite of yourself and the situation. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know,” he admitted, puffing out his chest, which only made you let out a short laugh. Mingyu had the uncanny ability to turn even the most dreary, dire situation into something, if not enjoyable, then at the very least tolerable. Including creepy houses. “And you love that about me.”
“I love everything about you, baby.”
Mingyu narrowed his eyes and you fluttered your lashes at him coyly. “See, you say that like you’re being a smartass, but I know you do, so I’ll allow it.”
“Oh, you’ll allow it, will y–!” Your words were cut off by the sound of a heavy thud somewhere nearby and you instinctively threw yourself against Mingyu’s chest. 
His heart was pounding in that same chest, every rapid BA-DUM so hard you could feel against your cheek as his arm came up around you, pulling you closer while he pointed his flashlight toward the other side of the room. Your own heart was practically palpitating as you drew in shallow breaths and turned your flashlight on as well, adding its light to Mingyu’s. The two of you had been there less than five minutes and you were already about to have a heart attack. 
The flashlights were strong but the only other source of illumination was moonlight and there were a whole lot of nooks and crannies light didn’t touch, as your eyes worked to adjust to the darkness. Nooks and crannies you both did your best to shine a light on, eyes straining to make out anything out of place or threatening. You were half afraid something was going to jump out at you any second, but you weren’t sure if it would be worse for that thing to be a living, breathing human or an actual ghost of someone who had been violently murdered and was probably super pissed at being dead.
“It was –” you started then cleared your throat when the words got stuck there. “It was probably just the wind knocking something over…right?”
“Yeah,” Mingyu said and you were choosing to ignore how shaky his voice sounded. “Let me just – Can you let go of me for a second so I can get something out of my bag?”
It was too dark for him to see, but you looked at him like he was a crazy person. “Not a chance,” you settled on verbalizing your disagreement with his clearly nutty plan. You were going to cling to him like a goddamned koala until the sun rose. 
“Baby, I have a baseball bat in there. I don’t, uh, think anything is really dangerous in here but you know, I brought it in case. I can’t smash a ghost, but –”
You squeezed him tighter around his midsection before letting your arm drop, relief washing over you at the knowledge your boyfriend brought a weapon. He really was your own, personal superhero, as you’d referred to him more than once. “Oh my God, I love you. Okay, fine. You can have your arm for a minute. I’ll…watch the doorway.” 
Trembling, but determined, you did just that. Mingyu’s movements behind you as he unzipped the duffle bag, and the soft curse he let out when he nearly dropped it trying to pull the metal bat out were reassuring. He was here and you weren’t alone and even if nothing weird happened the rest of the night and it was just a spooky house whose morbid history fed the imagination and caused all the rumors, you were in this together. 
You were going to marry the man. He didn’t know that yet, but yeah. Someday. 
He rested a hand on your shoulder and he spoke softly, “Got it. Let’s hurry up and search the rooms, so we can get to the locking ourselves in one and staying there the rest of the night part.”
“God yes,” you said in a rush. “Let’s get this over with. Just – stay with me.”
The hand holding his flashlight came to rest on your hip before pulling you into him and you looked over to see Mingyu leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple. “I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you, love.”
And he didn’t. 
The two of you managed to check all of the rooms on the main floor without incident. Unless screaming because a shadow looked like a person standing in the corner or the wind howled through a broken window and sounded like a scream or one of you tripped over something that turned out to be something completely innocuous which had been left behind by someone counted. If those things counted, uhh, there were significantly more than zero incidents that occured as you and Mingyu searched the house and took pictures of every room to prove to your friends that you had, in fact, not just camped out by the front door and not gone any further in. 
And okay, so Mingyu may have swung the bat at a jacket that had been left hanging in a closet. And he may have hit a hole in the closet wall in the process. But it wasn’t as though that hole was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back in terms of the house’s, er, state of disrepair. 
When it came time to check the basement, though, the two of you hesitated at the top of the stairs for at least half an hour, debating with yourselves and each other about whether you could just stage some of the stuff you’d found in other parts of the house to look like they were from/in the basement. Look, the murders happened in the basement. Lots of them. And bodies had been buried in the floor of the basement. Any person with even a modicum of superstition or just general human discomfort around places where bad things happened would also hesitate to go down there! 
They would.
Mingyu was the one who eventually decided to take the first step, which meant that you were also going down into the basement because a) you weren’t leaving him alone any more than he was leaving you alone and b) if you didn’t go down into the basement, you would both be alone. Grumbling, but really quite proud of him for being brave enough to just go for it, you followed behind him, a hand hanging on to the back of his shirt, peeking around his body and pointing your flashlight down the stairs. 
“Do you think these are from the killer or someone who lived here afterwards was just really kinky?” he asked, pointing at a pair of handcuffs that looked like they were bolted to the wall, mid-way through your exploration of the basement. He nudged at the cuffs with the end of his bat and you both shivered at the sound of metal against brick. 
“I –” You stared at the handcuffs, then turned and shined your flashlight around the rest of the open area, searching for anything else that could indicate either way. Nothing jumped out at you – literally or figuratively – so you returned your attention to Mingyu. “I don’t remember anything about him keeping anyone prisoner, so I don’t think he would use them, would he? I mean, he would trick them into coming down here with him and then, BOOM, dead! At least, that’s what the stories say and you don’t exactly need to handcuff dead people to walls.”
A strong wind gust blasted in through one of the wrecked windows at that moment, bringing with it an eerie whistle and making you shiver, your teeth clacking together. Mingyu shuddered and you watched him look around the room before reaching out and dragging you into his side. “Right, yeah. That makes sense. This place gives me the creeps.”
“Agreed, oh my God, agreed.” You quickly snapped a couple of pictures of the room with your phone then the two of you rushed up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind you. 
Having officially explored the whole house, you and Mingyu returned to the room that you’d decided earlier that you’d spend most of the night in. It had a door with knob intact, was fully empty, and there was a window for if you needed to hightail it out of there at 3am because the rumors had been right and there were malevolent ghosts in residence. (Not that you were going to climb out the window, okay, because it was one fucking night and you’d be damned if you made it this far then had to admit you couldn’t complete the dare.) 
In their haste to leave, the last owners had also left a dining chair, which you grabbed on your way back to your designated sleeping quarters, and Mingyu wedged beneath the doorknob to secure the door. Was it dramatic and probably overkill? Yes. Did it make you feel better? Also yes. Did it make Mingyu give you one of those wide, proud smiles when he tested it and even he couldn’t open the door? Big yes! Seeing it brought a smile to your own face; his pride in himself for thinking of it and being able to make you feel a little less freaked out and a little more safe a moment of welcome levity.
Together, you made a pallet of your joined sleeping bags and camping pillows, then curled up under the top layer, your head resting on your boyfriend’s chest. Neither of you were going to be able to sleep anytime soon, so Mingyu wrapped one arm around you, tucking you into him while his other hand held his phone up for the both of you to watch Netflix until you either fell asleep or at least able to fall asleep if he turned it off. 
Several hours and several movies later, you were no closer to falling asleep than you were when you had first lain down.
As the ending credits of the latest movie rolled and you were browsing through potential things to watch next, Mingyu spoke. “You know, I get the whole kinky bondage thing but it’s doing it down there that loses me.”
Blinking at the non-sequitur, you set the phone down and rolled over to look at your boyfriend, the soft moonlight streaming in through the window just barely illuminating his features. “You what? Gyu, have you been thinking about that this whole time?”
“No!”
You arched an eyebrow at him.
“I literally just remembered.”
“Uh huh,” you said dubiously. 
He let out a soft laugh and turned on his side, mirroring you, the arm that had been around you now bracing his weight. “I’m serious! I forgot all about it until just now.”
“Okay, so what happened just now that brought it back up?”
“You mean, aside from the fact that I’m lying here with you and my head tends to go to sexy places when I’m doing that?”
You grinned. “Aside from that.”
Mingyu’s free hand came up to your hip and he slowly dragged it up your side. At your shoulder, he trailed his fingers down the length of your arm, pausing when he reached your hand. His eyes found yours in the darkness as he took your hand in his and used his body weight to roll you beneath him, pressing your hand to the sleeping bag at the side of your head, the movement causing your breath to catch.
“If I’m being really honest, it came to mind – oh, 15 minutes ago?”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Mhm,” he hummed, lowering his face to your neck and letting you feel his breath against your skin. Pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw, pushing your hand back down when you tried to lift it. 
A soft whine bubbled up in the back of your throat and you attempted to shift beneath him, the weight of his body holding you there. Mingyu let more of it settle on you, shifting to lie between your legs and rolling his hips into you. All of the adrenaline that had been pumping through your body earlier, that sense of being on-edge that hadn’t left you enough for you to sleep suddenly shifted inside you. Instead of being hyper-aware of any potential threat, you were hyper-aware of the way your boyfriend’s body blocked out everything else and pressed yours into the pallet beneath you.
“You couldn’t lie still when the main guy had the main girl just,” he said while taking your other hand in his and mirroring its position on your other side, “like,” he continued, holding himself over you with his hands in yours and his hips pressed into your core, “this.”
You groaned and shook your head, trying to keep your own hips from bucking up into him despite the urge to do exactly that. “Nuh– Nuh uh.”
“Uh huh,” he argued, his lips brushing against yours. “Then I remembered the first time we were together and how you liked being helpless beneath me. How you looked up at me like you’d never been more turned on. How you gave me such shit for being big and strong because you liked how big and strong I am.”
“Thought we agreed that we both liked that.” If you weren’t actually very into the way he had you pinned down beneath him, you would argue the helpless point, but…he was right. You, too, remembered that night and the way he called you out for liking it. 
Mingyu caught your lower lip between his teeth and nipped at it before sucking it into his mouth, releasing it when you whimpered and jerked beneath him, groaning into your mouth. “We did agree, but I think I’ve been slacking, baby, haven’t I? Haven’t really thought about what it might mean or shown you just how helpless you can be for me. Always play around with it, but never really have you at my mercy.”
Flashes of Mingyu holding your wrists in any number of positions, you attempting to hold his and the amused laugh and knowing smirk he would give you when he inevitably broke your hold to coo at you about how cute it was that you tried to overpower him came to the forefront of your brain at his words.
Oh.
Oh fuck. 
You squeezed your eyes shut, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Short of – short of tying me up, you do a very good job at uh, having me at your mercy.”
“Do I?” 
“Mhm. And – and tying me up isn’t about you being strong, right? So, it’s –”
Mingyu pushed your hands above your head and he pinned them there with one hand, fingers wrapped tightly around your wrists as he brought his other hand to cup your jaw. He pressed his thumb between your lips and hissed when you sucked his thumb into your mouth. 
“It’s not about me being strong, no,” he agreed, his voice having dropped an octave. You squirmed under him, trying to break the hold he had on your wrists, heat radiating from your core to the whole of your body at the way you couldn’t. He was too strong and you loved it when he used that against you. Forehead pressed to yours, he continued. “It’s about me having control and you only being able to take what I give you, isn’t it?” 
His dark eyes bore into yours and your breath caught in your throat. Squeezing your eyes shut did nothing to block out the mental image – in fact, it made you even more viscerally aware of his solid, heavy form on top of you. You nodded, finally, allowing your eyes to flutter back open.
“You want that, baby?” Mingyu crooned. “Want me to tie you up and have my way with you?”
You couldn’t stop the way your body trembled in response, flames of arousal that had been licking at your insides flaring, your cunt slick with liquid desire and clenching in anticipation. “Gyu,” you breathed. A part of you was aware of where you were and that this was maybe not the best time or place to be playing around with, well, power playing. A larger part of you did not give any fucks and just wanted your boyfriend to hold you down and fuck you senseless.
Until you forgot where you were. 
“M-Maybe we shouldn’t…here?”
Mingyu’s free hand pushed your top up and his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking the swollen flesh before releasing it to bite and suck at the sensitive skin of your areola. He rocked his pelvis into you and you could feel how hard he was, that despite the time and place, he was also very much into the idea. 
Fingers of that same hand dropping to the waist of the leggings you put on to sleep in, his thumb slipping beneath the fabric of both them and your panties, Mingyu’s words were a low rumble against your chest. “Dare you.”
“Oh fuck you,” you said on a whine, which earned you a chuckle against your other breast. 
“That’s what I’m trying to do. Can’t tie you up here, but I can hold you down and show you how helpless you are for me. You gonna let me or…?”
“I was gonna before you took advantage of my weakness and fucking dared–” you started, yelping when Mingyu’s teeth caught the skin of your breast and he sucked it into his mouth hard enough that you knew it would bruise. Knew you’d feel that mark for days. 
“What was that?”
“Yes, okay. Yes, please.”
You felt his grin against your skin. Then he was tugging your pants and panties off, and you were helping him, kicking them off when he got them low enough. His fingers were squeezing your thigh, sliding up toward your cunt, and you lifted your hips, inviting him to touch you where you were wet and so needy for him.
His lips covered yours and he moaned into your mouth when his fingers reached your folds and he felt your arousal dripping from you. “Fuck,” he moaned again, sliding one then two fingers into your greedy cunt, curling them and drawing them back. Thrusted them forward again and knew exactly where to press to get you to whine his name. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you,” he rasped while fucking his fingers into you, thumb finding and rubbing at your clit. Not playing, not teasing, just knowing what you needed and giving it to you.
Your breath came in gasps as you writhed under his touch, tugging at your hands and mewling, whimpering his name when he didn’t let go. The more you tugged, the tighter his hold on your wrists, which had you clenching around his fingers pumping into your pussy. He was so goddamned strong. Thank God he was because if you hadn’t started teasing him about it, you might never have realized you were into him, which meant you might never have known he was into you, which meant you wouldn’t be together, which meant he wouldn’t be here with you right now, and you wouldn’t be shaking under him, the tension inside you twisting up into a tighter and tighter knot while his big fingers brought you to the edge. 
“Please, please, please, baby. Please,” you rambled, words your mantra in those moments. 
Mingyu pressed kisses into your neck, telling you that he had you and that it was okay, and to come on his fingers, to let go for him, until you did. Until you weren’t at the edge, but falling over it, body quaking beneath his, squeezing his fingers and panting out his name while he hissed in your ear about how good you were for him and how he couldn’t wait to give you his cock. 
You pressed your eyes shut and nodded, fingers balling into fists, as you struggled to catch your breath. Aftershocks of pleasure sparking through your body and a new wave of need rolling into you at the hunger you could see on your boyfriend’s face in the moonlight, at how quickly he reached down and shoved his sweats and boxers past his hips. 
At the low, hoarse expression of your name when he pushed into you, a slow slide forward of his pelvis that buried his cock in you until he bottomed out. Both of you groaned then. You because you never got tired of the way he stretched you, of the way he took up every bit of space inside your cunt (the same way his big heart – as big as the rest of him – took up every bit of space inside your own heart), of the way you could feel his harsh breaths against your neck, against your jaw, against your lips. 
“Feel so fucking good, could live here, fuck,” he rasped before the lips against yours were kissing you and his tongue was sliding into your mouth, along the length of your own, coaxing you into tangling with his. He drew his hips back before thrusting into you in another slow motion, and again. 
And again.
You whined into the kiss because he was teasing you now and you knew it, he knew it. He loosened his grip on your wrists just enough for you to think you could pull your hands away and wrap your arms around him, drag your nails up his back until he stopped playing with you. Only… the moment you moved to move your hands, Mingyu chuckled, shifting his weight to his knees and your hands beneath your lower back, catching and holding them there. 
“You’re so mean,” you protested on a gasp, words thick in your throat because fuck, you loved him like this (you loved him in all ways and at all times and in every variation). You wrapped your legs around him and clung to his waist and dragging his body back into yours while you bucked your hips up with every downward motion of his. Taking his cock as deeply as he could go – as deep as you needed, he was made for you, you were made for this – and soaking him with your arousal, pussy squeezing him, cutting off his chuckle in favor of a curse and a needy, choked whimper from between his lips. 
“Greedy.” Mingyu punctuated the word with a sharp snap of his hips and a harsh grind against your clit. “Supposed to be,” he gritted out on another hard thrust, angling his body so that his cock hit your front wall just right and ripping a moan from you, “taking what I give you.”
“Can’t help it.” Your admission was spoken into the crook of his neck as you clung to him in all the ways you could. “Want you so much.”
“You have me.”
“You know what I mean.”
He did. You knew it, he knew it, but he also had to know that the longer he drew it out, the longer he made you wait for it, the more he demonstrated that he was bigger and stronger and in control, while you were truly helpless beneath him — at the mercy of his whims — the more your pussy clenched around him, the louder the slaps of his skin against yours. Skin on skin and the way your arousal was practically a fountain, drenching both of your bellies, your thighs, the impact wet and messy. 
It was when you let yourself give in and drown in the pleasure, to just really fucking own how incredibly hot it was to be overpowered by him (knowing, of course, that he would absolutely stop in a heartbeat if you asked him to)… that was when he stopped teasing and his thrusts came faster. Smooth rolls of his hips that had his cock hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. 
His voice was rough and pitched low against your ear. “There you go, love. Such a good girl for me. You don’t have to even do anything but lie there and take it, yeah?”
Your body was a live wire, ready to catch fire, and you couldn’t stop the full-body shiver that his words evoked. Words wouldn’t come — couldn’t come — except for his name and yes and please.
Praise fell from Mingyu’s lips as they covered yours, as his grip tightened and he leaned more of his weight forward, body pressing your legs back until they were practically against your chest. You whimpered as the change in position let him go deeper, had his body truly blocking out anything and everything else. Every sharp snap of his hips driving you toward an explosive release, filling you with his cock and you felt full, so full. 
His words filled your ears as he pounded into you, praise then interspersed with taunts about how much bigger he was and how much you “fucking love it,” how much he knew “this was what you needed,” how “pretty you look all helpless for me, sweetheart,” and that you were “so fucking hot when you’re falling apart like this.” 
You struggled to keep your eyes open because the sharp stab of pleasure on each thrust was so acute, but you didn’t want to miss a moment of watching him. The way his lips parted and his breath left him in pants, or how he clenched his jaw when your body bore down on him, the sweat dripping down his temples before falling onto you. But God, he felt so good and knew your body so well and you could feel the thread holding you together wearing thin. 
Mingyu must have noticed how close you were because he slid his free hand down your leg and pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing against it, grunting and rasping at you to come. That he was going to fill you to the brim with him and you were going to take every bit of it, to not waste a single drop. 
It was so much, too much, just enough, and that thread snapped, leaving you moaning, writhing, pussy pulsing around his cock while he fucked into you even harder, chasing his own release. Then he found it and shoved himself into you to the base, his body shaking over yours, releasing your wrists and letting out a soft sound of pleasure when your arms wound around his shoulders, your name spilling from his lips as he spilled his come into your cunt.
Mingyu pressed gentle kisses against your neck while you both fought to catch your breath. “Love you so much,” he said between breaths. “So fucking much.”
You hummed, heart fluttering in your ribcage, and held him closer, burying your face in his neck and laying a soft kiss of your own there. “Love you, too, Gyu.”
Eventually, he drew back and caught your gaze. “You okay? Was that okay?” 
“More than,” you said, even as you hadn’t quite found all of your breath again. “You?”
He smiled that smile that always gave you butterflies. “Definitely. If you want me to actually tie you up next time, I’m more than happy to. Kinda, uh, want to.”
You lifted a hand up to run your fingers through his hair, grinning when he leaned into it. “Kinda want you to, too, sooo…”
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You woke the next morning to your friends knocking on the window, all wide smiles and knowing eyes. 
“Who’s hungry?”
“Did you guys really have sex in the murder house?”
You groaned, rolling over and tucking yourself more closely into Mingyu, who instinctively wrapped an arm around you. 
It was going to be a long day.
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Wraith Radio Pt. 2
Part 1
“You’re listening to Wraith Radio, your number one link to the living realm. I’m your host, the wandering ghost, Ellie Phantom. It’s day two of my adventure in Gotham City, and I gotta say, today was… wild. Bit of context for those who missed the start of yesterday’s show, long story short, I publicly told the Red Hood that I would wait for him at this place called Park Row so I could take him to a doctor in the ghost zone because his body is bad.
After I ended the show, I got this call from my cousin, Danny. He and his friends back in Amity had been listening, and they think that, because I never showed off any of my powers or anything, and cause I look like any other human, he might not have actually believed I was a ghost. Which, fair, I guess.
So now I’m thinking, ‘well, no big deal, I can just show him my ghost form.’ Buuuuut then I remember the stupid amount of curses and stuff all around this city, and as part of the ghost population who technically never experienced death— no, that time I melted does not count— I’d like to prolong that experience for as long as possible if you don’t mind. Where was I? Oh right, so now I’m thinking, ‘well, no problem, I can just open up a portal, bring him to the zone, and transform there.’ Quick, simple, no problem.
So we come to today. I’m at the meeting spot, it’s five minutes to the meeting time, and I’m sitting on the edge of this rooftop, keeping an eye out for the arrival of the Red Hood.
And then a building blows up.
Right across the street, the top floor of this sketchy run down place I had been staring at, just. Boom! And then I hear all these gunshots, and screaming, and I look down at my watch, and I have about four minutes before noon, so I turn invisible, float over, and poke my head through the wall. Right there, center of the room, I see Batman, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood fighting this… I dunno, skinny twink with like a burlap sack over his head? Look, it took me a week to memorize the Gotham vigilante’s names and costumes alone, I wasn’t going out of my way to look up their entire rogues gallery. But anyway, they’re fighting this guy and a bunch of people who I assume are working for this guy, and I see some people tied up in the corner screaming their heads off for no clear reason. I mean, yes, I know it’s scary being tied up by an evil scarecrow of a man, but when I say screaming, I don’t mean ‘please, save me, I’m in distress’ screaming, I mean ‘the soulshredder just sliced through me and now I’m seeing my worst fears manifested in front of my eyes’ screaming.
So I get a little closer, I land on the floor, and just, to go off on a bit of a tangent for a second, the Gotham vigilantes are just. So much taller than me. I felt so incredibly tiny being in the same room as them. Like, yeah, I know I’m short, but I had hoped that I would at least be the same height as Robin, but no. I swear, every time I stand next to someone who’s supposed to be close to my ‘physical’ age, I become more and more convinced that the billionaire who made me had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He brought me to life and was like ‘you’re a twelve year old!’ and I was like ‘you’re right!’ because I had no frame of reference because I was born that morning. Anyway, so I get closer to the screeching humans being held against their will, and I feel this scratchy, almost burning feeling in the back of my throat. I try to brush it off, but then I look down, and I see my body fucking melting.
Now this isn’t be my first time melting, so my first thought isn’t ‘oh god I’m gonna go from half to full ghost,’ or even ‘ugh this shit again,’ but rather ‘why the fuck doesn’t this hurt?’ Because I know exactly what melting is supposed to feel like, and it isn’t a feeling you can just ignore. Like, I can’t really describe it to someone who’s never had every muscle in their body suddenly coalesce into one, with every attached nerve ending screaming louder than a heavy metal band, but trust me when I say that the “pain” I was feeling was barely anything compared to actually melting, like it felt more like my skin was itchy than anything. So, I try poking one of the places where my body is melting— don’t ask me why, I don’t really know why I did it— and instead of feeling ectoplasm drip over my hands, I just feel… my arm. And I realize, ‘oh, not only is this just an illusion, it’s a shitty one.’ Or, y’know, at the very least one that doesn’t work too well on a halfa.
So I shake that off, cause yeah, I don’t like seeing myself melt again, but as long as it’s not actually happening again, I’m good. Plus, if it does start again, I do still have my extra ecto dejectos in my bag, and yes, Danny, I will call you if it actually happens, sorry if I almost gave you a heart attack a few minutes ago. Anyway, I turn back to all the tied up screaming people, and I notice these, like, fog-machine-looking-thing next to all of them, and I get closer to one, and the scratchy feeling at the back of my throat gets worse, so now I’m thinking ‘oh, this must be what’s causing everyone to see things.’ So I turn my arm intangible, stick it into this machine, and I pull out this bottle of just… the worst smelling chemicals I’ve ever been near, which is saying a lot for someone born and raised in a basement lab. But, it stops the fog machine, so I plug it with some stuff from my bag, and pocket it so I can’t smell it anymore. I keep doing this to each of the nearby machines, and eventually the front pocket of my bag is just completely stuffed with gross chemicals.
So that’s over with, and I look over to see if the fight’s done, but no, they’re all still going at it, which means I still can’t talk to Red Hood and get him to the Zone, so I figure I have some time to kill. And I remember that there’s, like, ten or so people tied up against their will, so I start freeing all of them. Obviously, the ropes themselves are really easy, all I really need to do is phase them off. The people, on the other hand, are crazy hard to get to actually do anything other than scream. Like, I try pushing people towards the exit, I try dragging them across the floor, anything to get them to leave the building which is— in case you forgot— on fire. I mean it’s just the top floor, but I’ve heard from Ember that a fire anywhere in the house could be the cause of a human’s death, especially if no one’s watching it, and I doubt that anyone is actually watching that fire.
So now I’m kinda panicking, cause I was hoping the fight would be over by now and all these people would have been brought outside, but not only is the fight not over, I look over and see the bad guy throw these cans over at the people, and I realize that they’re giving off the exact same poison-fog as the machines from earlier. And I’m just. So pissed off. Like, I just took care of that!! For all I knew, that illusion stuff could’ve worn off in a few minutes, and I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping all these people alive!!
Side note— Danny. I get it now. I get the whole ‘desperate need to protect any and all humans’ feeling you were talking about.
They are just… so easy to put into danger.
Holy shit.
Anyway, I’m feeling that whole ‘selfless anger on behalf of strangers’ thing for the first time, and I think it turns my brain off, cause I just pick up the cans and throw them at the bad guys head while yelling ‘FUCK YOU, DIPSHIT!’
And my invisibility drops.
So.
Not my best decision.
But not my worst, because my aim was perfect.
I’m pretty sure I knocked him unconscious, but I’ll be honest I wasn’t really paying attention to that guy anymore because I had just revealed one of my abilities— not to mention I think my eyes were glowing— in front of the fucking Batman. Now, I don’t know if the rumors about him hating metas are true, but I do know that most humans fucking hate ghosts, that I definitely don’t know what he thinks I am, and that I’m not risking my ass to find out. So, invisibility goes back up, and I start to book it before I remember that the whole fucking reason I showed up was to help out Red Hood. So I take a flyer, write “sorry, try again tomorrow?” on the back, and then I get the fuck out.
I wind up flying so fast back to this little hideout I’m staying at that I guess I wound up jostling some things in my bag? Yeah, by the time I get back, I feel this… leaking through my bag. And I take it off, so I can check out the damage, and uh…
Ok, so remember how I mentioned those ecto dejectos I keep on me? Well, I tend to keep them in the front pocket. And the scary-illusion-liquid-stuff was also put in the front pocket. And one of the bottles and an ecto-dejecto hit each other just a bit too hard. And apparently. When these two things are combined. You get… a blob ghost. Who only knows how to melt.
I’ve named him Goop, and he’s the most pathetic creature I’ve seen in my life. He just melts until all of his body is liquid, then it all just blorps back together. He’s solid for like a second, then he starts to melt again. Also he keeps trying to drink the scary-illusion-liquid. I’ve been holding him in my lap this entire time, and while he’s not hard to stop, I do still need to sleep, so if anyone has any advice on how to handle a mutant blob ghost, I’m all ears. Also, if theres any specific way to get rid of mysterious chemicals that honestly shouldn’t exist, please tell me, otherwise I’m just gonna find a sink and dump it.
Anyway, that’s enough about my day, onto things I’ve heard about the city…”
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The batfam stared silently at the glowing radio that Jason had brought.
And an unspoken agreement was reached.
Meta, ghost, whatever— this was a child with absolutely no adult supervision, severe trauma, an unknown set of powers, and a ridiculous amount of fear toxin. Not to mention something that she described to be a “mutant blob ghost.”
It was time to do a bit of research into the kid.
Or, it would, were it not for the fact that “Wraith Radio” didn’t seem to exist online, nor did “Ellie Phantom.” It was also likely she used a fake name for her show, since there didn’t seem to be any records of an “Ellie Phantom” anywhere.
Of course, that wasn’t enough to deter them. After all, she herself had mentioned her family.
And so, they began looking into Amity and her cousin, Danny.
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This is my entry into the BatPham Disney AU summer event!
Shaytan Alhufra
The Hunchback of Notre Dame AU
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Day 1
(Death/Resurrection)
“Mom and Dad are out this weekend, and Jazz is planning on spending the whole time at the library, if you guys want to come over,” Danny said conversationally one day over the lunch table as he stirred the gravy into what passed for mashed potatoes.
“Can’t.” Sam stabbed a cucumber slice out of her salad angrily. “My mom is taking me dress shopping for some party over the summer.”
“Me, either, dude,” Tucker said, struggling to open his milk carton. “Lex Corp is unveiling a new prototype drone and I want to watch the live demonstration. Last time something caught on fire, it was awesome.”
“Oh, okay.” Danny squashed his disappointment and fear. He really didn’t want to be alone in the house right now. Not with the empty hole in the wall in the basement. His parents said the portal didn’t work, that it might never work if they couldn’t figure out what was going on with it, but that didn’t stop the feeling that something was lurking in the darkness, beckoning to him. “Maybe I can come over and watch it with you?”
“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” Tucker said, giving up on his mangled milk carton. Sam took it with a sigh and opened it easily and handed it back to him. “You boys have fun. I’m going to try to negotiate for only one petticoat this time.”
“Ew, people still wear those?” Tucker asked, recoiling from her with a grimace.
“No, and I don’t know why Mom insists I do.”
Danny couldn’t stop himself from laughing at his friends' dual looks of disgust. This weekend would be fine. He would be fine.
***
Danny unlocked the front door to the empty house and let himself in. It was dark, but enough light was filtering in through the living room windows that he didn’t feel the need to turn on a light. He locked the door behind himself and made his way to the kitchen. Tucker’s family was great. They never treated him any differently for what his parents did for a living and avoided the subject since they knew it made him uncomfortable. His parents studied ghosts, something that can’t even be proven. How did they expect him to make friends when he was the but of all the other kid’s jokes on career day?
Danny sighed and filled a glass with water from the sink. Even the city water was safer to drink than the pitcher in the fridge, stored next to ectoplasm samples, because why would they put a fridge in the lab when they have a perfectly good one in the kitchen? Mr. Foley had cooked dinner, spaghetti, and meatballs with garlic bread and salad, and Danny was always thankful for a dinner he didn’t have to kill a second time. He finished his water and put the glass in the almost full dishwasher. He should run it, but he didn’t know if Jazz would eat when she came home, so he left it. He could run it in the morning either way.
Right now he wanted to go to bed and sleep while his parents were out and the constant noise from the lab was at an all-time low. It was never really quiet in the lab, with too many machines whirring and beeping with ongoing experiments, too much electricity surging through the wires, but without his parents tinkering and exclamations of discovery or disappointment it was almost eerie how quiet it was. Danny walked quickly past the basement door and headed up the stairs to his room. He made it about halfway when he heard it. There was a skittering. Something was moving around in the lab. A mouse? He hoped not. He saw what ectoplasm did to hotdogs, he did not want to see what it did to a mouse. He opened the basement door on silent hinges and padded his way down the stairs. He didn’t dare turn on a light in case he scared the mouse away. He crept across the lab, eyes on the edges and corners of the room where he knew mice liked to hide. He didn’t see anything, but it was pretty dark.
He heard it again, the quiet almost non-existent whisper of tiny feet on metal from behind him. He turned, dread pooling in his stomach, toward what he knew was behind him. The empty void of the broken portal. Its metal jaws stretched seven feet in each direction, but it felt much bigger than that. Cables and wires hung from the walls and spilled from its open end like the tongue of some great beast. Someone could mistake it for dead, but Danny felt in his gut that it was sleeping. The beast was sleeping and a mouse was running around in its mouth. He didn’t know what it was that made him take a step forward, to enter that great maw. Some stupidity or bravery took hold of him and he placed one foot into the void. Then the other. Then one more step and his foot caught on a loose cable.
You hear, sometimes, of how people in extreme situations say the world slowed down around them. He and Jazz had watched a documentary about it, once. The doctors they had talked to said it had something to do with the adrenaline and your body’s reaction to sudden stress. It had never really come up again. He was so rarely in life-threatening situations. But as soon as his foot caught on the cable and he started tipping forward he saw everything. His hands shot up on their own accord, he saw the button, grey like the surrounding metal, and felt it hit his palm and depress. He heard the beast around him wake up and shudder to life. A ball of green fire built in the depths of its throat and sparked along the metal, raced up his arm and across his chest. He saw it all before the pain registered. He barely had time to scream before everything went green and then faded to black.
***
Ra’s Al Ghul walked into the chamber like he owned the world. In essence, he did. He owned the world and ruled it from the shadows, the same way he had been doing for centuries. He was rarely surprised anymore, and when something did happen to surprise him he often took interest in it. He circled the pool of Lazarus water, his underlings bowing their heads in deference or fear, he didn’t care which. Something was happening that he had never seen before. The pool was bubbling, almost like it was boiling, except the temperature hadn’t changed. A dark vapor poured off the surface and gathered and swirled around the roof of the chamber. It hung there like a cloud threatening a storm.
Suddenly he saw something in the water, something pale white floating up to the surface.
“Everyone out,” He said quietly. He needn’t shout, everyone obeyed him without question. Soon he was alone in the room watching whatever it was slowly make its way to the surface. It took several minutes and several more slow circles of the pool for the body to emerge. Ra’s carefully pulled the body from the water and laid it down on the cool stone. It was a boy, young, maybe mid-teens, with pale skin tinged blue and hair as white as fresh snow. The clothes he had been wearing, a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, were in tatters, burned away and barely hanging on. Ra’s checked the boy’s neck for a pulse. He didn’t find one, instead, he found a green mark like lightning branching up his neck and face, and disappearing under the collar of his ruined shirt. Ra’s pulled the garment off and it practically disintegrated in his hands. The lighting stretched across the boy’s chest and down his left arm, ending in a nasty-looking burn on his palm that oozed a vibrant green fluid.
“Pit demon.” he spat, standing up quickly and taking a few steps back. He had heard of them and read about them in texts. How they had come out of the pits and wreaked havoc on whoever was unfortunate enough to be near. How they bled a green more vibrant than anything that occurred in nature, even the pits paled in comparison. Ra’s had half a mind to separate its head from its body and bury them in separate parts of the world before it woke up and started causing problems. But then it stirred and choked, sitting up quickly and vomiting Lazarus water onto the stone floors. Its arms shook as it held itself up. Then it stood up, rising on unsteady feet that quickly left the ground. It’s arms flailed in wide circles and it wobbled in the air. It was like it had never flown before like it was a baby. A cruel smile found its way onto Ra’s face. The Lazarus pits had given him a baby pit demon, and he had an idea of how it could be of use to him.
He was even kind enough to bestow upon it a name: Shaytan Alhufra, Demon of the Pit.
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They’d barely been in town for forty minutes when Dean suggested they head to the bar in an effort to find out if there was a case here. Sam wasn’t stupid, he knew Dean would spend the night hitting on women whilst he sat alone in a corner, nursing a beer and making his way through news articles about the recent deaths. 
Despite knowing just how the night would go Sam didn’t feel the usual irritation that he normally did, instead he smiled over at Dean and nodded his agreement, watching as Dean grinned before he was patted roughly on the back and following his brother out of the door.
The bar was the same as every other one they had passed through and after a quick glance around Sam made his way into a relatively empty corner of the bar as Dean ordered their drinks. He wasted no time in pulling his laptop and newspapers out of his bag and spreading them out on the table.
“You know, Sammy, it wouldn’t kill you to have fun every once in a while.” Dean told him as he set the drink down next to the laptop.
“No but it might kill somebody else.” Sam shot back, taking a sip of beer before he gestured to the articles on the table. “You ever heard of anything like this before?”
“No never, there’s nothing in dad’s journal?” Dean said, eyes already straying from the papers and locking onto a pair of blondes walking through the door. 
“Not that I remember.” Sam muttered, pulling the journal towards him and flicking through it. 
“How ‘bout you check the journal again and I…” Dean trailed off causing Sam to glance up and roll his eyes, gesturing for Dean to go.
Sam didn’t know how long he had been sitting alone, lost in the repetitive motion of reading through a newspaper article then comparing it to something in the journal before shaking his head when nothing came from it. Despite the noise levels in the bar picking up as time passed Sam was so deeply absorbed in his research that he startled when felt a hand rest on top of his forearm.
One hand reached for his pocket towards his gun as his head snapped up, eyebrows knitting together as he took in the girl in front of him. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it and Sam couldn’t help but swallow hard around the sudden lump in his throat. 
“Hey, sorry I’m late.” You said to him causing him to shake his head slightly, glancing around the bar before looking back at you in confusion. He could see you looked panicked despite the smile on your face that took his breath away. 
“Are you ok?” Sam asked quietly, keeping his voice low as he smiled over at you, eyes darting around the room again because clearly something had caused you to come over to him.
Sam watched your smile falter for a second before you took a steadying breath and leaned in close, close enough so that he could feel your hair brush against his cheek and he had to fight down the urge to shiver as you whispered in his ear.
“See the guy at the bar, red baseball cap,” You whispered and Sam glanced over as discreetly as he could, spotting the man you were talking about. He was watching you with a gaze that made even Sam feel fearful. “He’s been hitting on me and won’t take no for an answer.” 
When you pulled away you saw the stranger's eyes soften as he looked at you and you couldn’t help but smile, thinking you’d picked the right guy to approach. The guy at the bar had been uncomfortably trying to hit on you for a while, your friend was running late leaving you alone and every time you’d tried to leave he would follow you and brush his hand across your arms making you shiver in disgust.
“Here,” The stranger said, gesturing to the free seat that would have you facing away from the bar and you couldn’t help but relax as the stranger played along, “Please have a seat, let me just move this mess.”
You chuckled as you took in the sight of newspapers sprawled across the small table and the laptop open with another article before taking a seat and raising an eyebrow at the man.
“What is all that stuff? Not many people come here to catch up on the news.” The stranger let out a laugh, running his hand through his hair as he gathered all the papers together and moved them closer to him.
“I’m here on business but my,” Here the stranger paused for a second as if choosing his words before he nodded in the direction of another man. You turned around in time to see a man surrounded by two beautiful blond women doing a shot, “my partner had other plans.”
“Left you with all the work, huh?” You smiled as you turned back to face him.
“He doesn't really have the patience for the research part, he prefers the hands on stuff, you know?” He said and you let out a soft laugh as you nodded along with him.
“So, what research are you doing?” You asked, watching as the stranger seemed to debate how much he could tell you.
“We’re here about the recent murders.” He told you and your eyes widened.
“Wow, that’s not what I expected.” You laughed before taking a sip from your drink, watching as the stranger chuckled nervously. “They’re weird right, I mean no heads or hearts, what kind of monster does something like that?”
What kind of monster indeed, Sam thought to himself but couldn’t help but smile over at you.
“If you could answer that question you would save me a whole lot of work.” Sam said, smiling as he watched you laugh, watching how your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched, watched as a smile spread across your face and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked.
“If only things were that easy, huh?” The stranger laughed and you forced yourself to look away from the dimples that appeared and the way his eyes lit up. “Though if you need any help I work over at the library so if you needed access to any records or anything,”
“That would actually be really helpful, thank you..” The stranger trailed off and you realised that you had yet to introduce yourself to him.
“Sorry, I’m Y/N.” You told him, feeling your cheeks heat up as his lips curved into another smile.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” Sam, somehow that sounded about right. “Thank you for the offer, Y/N, I might just have to take you up on it.” 
“Anything I can do to help.” You smiled and cursed the butterflies in your stomach that danced around as he smiled back.
Somehow without either of you noticing time passed in a blur of several conversations with the two of you getting to know each other. You feeling comfortable around the stranger despite usually never doing so with others but perhaps there was something about the way his eyes lit up as he spoke or the way his dimples deepened as he laughed at something you said or the way his hands moved around as he talked about his life. 
“Didn’t you say you were meeting a friend?” Sam asked as he glanced over to the laptop and saw how much time had passed. 
“Yeah she should be here by no-” You cut yourself off as you glanced around the room and saw your friend stood at the bar with Sam’s partner and the two blonds from earlier. “Seems she found your friend instead.” You chuckled, glancing back at Sam and seeing him grin in amusement.
“Yeah, Dean’s got a real knack for making friends.” Sam said, causing you to laugh and he felt happiness run through him from drawing the sound out of you. “Refill?” He asked and gestured towards the bar, watching as you nodded before he shoved his things back in his bag and walked over to the bar with you.
“Hey Sammy!” Dean grinned over at his brother, the others around him giggling as he stumbled off the seat. “See you made a friend.” 
“Yeah, seems you’ve had a few too many shots.” Sam said as he steadied his brother who tried to shake him off but stopped as another wave of unsteadiness hit. “You ready to head back?” He asked, looking at Dean with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the girl's protest around him instead choosing to focus on your soft smile. 
“Probably for the best huh, early start and all that.” Dean said, eyes glancing between you and Sam. “But don’t let me ruin your night, Sammy.” 
You giggled softly as Sam rolled his eyes at his partner but couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the way his cheeks turned pink and he ran a hand through his hair, glancing at you with a sheepish smile as he did.
“Let’s get you back.” He said to Dean, his sheepish smile turning apologetic as he looked at you but you just shook your head, smile in place. Sam’s eyes darted behind you and you watched as his shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed.
“What is it, Sammy?” His partner seemed to sober up pretty quickly but Sam shook his head as he let his eyes drop back to you. 
“It’s him, isn’t it?” You asked not needing to turn around, not wanting to see the man. 
All the time you had spent sat with Sam, talking and laughing with him, it was easy to forget the reason you had gone over to him in the first place and now you could feel the man's gaze sending a shiver down your spine.
“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you nodded, swallowing around the tightness in your throat. 
“Would you mind?” You asked softly, taking a step closer to him, “My apartment is on the way to the motel so you wouldn’t be going out of your way.”
“I wouldn’t mind either way.” Sam told you and you watched him look over the top of your head and glare at the man who was still watching you with a predatory look, raising an eyebrow at Sam who’s hands curled into a fist before he looked down at your worried expression and forced himself to relax, smiling down at you comfortingly and gesturing towards the door. “You ready?”
You nodded and let Sam lead you out of the bar, Dean trailing behind as he took a moment to scan the bar and caught sight of the man staring after you with a look that had him touching his gun before he followed the two of you out.
“Thank you for helping me out tonight.” You said softly, walking as close to Sam as you could without tripping either of you up. 
Sam looked down at you with wide, sympathetic eyes but there was a soft smile on his face as he spoke and you couldn’t help but relax in his presence.
“You don’t have to thank me,” He told you, his hand brushing against yours causing your cheeks to heat up but the cold chill could also be blamed, “I’m glad I was there.”
“Me too.” You said sincerely, looking up at him with a smile and desperately trying not to get lost in his eyes.
As the two of you walked ahead Dean stayed a few paces behind, unable to keep the grin off his face as he watched his brother let his guard down, cheeks flushed pink and a shy smile on his face as he listened to whatever you were saying. It had been a long time since he had seen this side of Sam and his brother deserved it, after all the hell they’d gone through Sam deserved to be happy.
“This is me.” You said, gesturing to the apartment building to your right causing Sam’s smile to falter as he looked from the building back to you.
“Can I see you again?” He asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself and you couldn’t help but smile as his eyes widened, clearly not planning on saying that. “I mean, you seem really, you know and I, I-”
“Yes,” You told him, cutting him off with a giggle, “I’d like that.”
“Really?” He asked in surprise before wincing a second later as Dean smacked the back of his head before walking past the two of you causing you to laugh.
“Really,” You smiled, “Here take my phone number.” Sam was quick to pull his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it over to you, watching as you typed your name and number into the phone before handing it back. “You better call me.”
“I promise.” He swore with a wide, disbelieving smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Goodnight Sam.” You whispered before pulling away.
“Goodnight Y/N.” Sam murmured back, resisting the urge to pull you into his arms and instead watched you slip past him and into the apartment building, turning back to give him a smile before disappearing up the stairs. 
“We could stay.” Dean said after a few moments, startling Sam causing his head to snap around to face Dean. 
“What?” He asked, glancing back to the door before turning to Dean again.
“We could stay.” Dean repeated knowing that if his brother said the word then he’d do everything in his power to make it possible. “Seems like a real great girl.”
“Yeah she does.” Sam said softly, a smile pulling at his lips without meaning to.
“We could stay.” Dean said again and Sam looked at him with wide eyes, searching Dean’s face for something before he shrugged, taking one last glance at the door before he gestured for Dean to follow him back to the motel.
“Maybe we could.” Sam said, voice so soft that Dean barely heard it but he did and he knew that you must have been something else to make such an impact on Sam. 
Sam fell into bed that night, phone clutched in his hand as his thoughts ran through his head too fast for him to make sense of. It was ridiculous, he’d only just met you and here you were already invading his thoughts like you had never not been there. Something about you made him feel things he thought had died long ago with Jessica, feelings he thought he was destined never to feel again.
Maybe they could stay here, maybe they could make it work, maybe you could be the thing Sam needed to feel human, to feel worthy. Maybe you could be the thing he felt like he was missing.
Sam didn’t know and he was too confused to try and make sense of what he was feeling, all he did know for sure was that he was going to call you tomorrow, first chance he got.
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Hey so I’ve seen a lot more content regarding the lockdown recordings now that season 2 is right around the corner.
Do you happen to know any good angsty fics that portray the aftermath of Crowley asking Aziraphale if he could “slither to the bookshop with a cask of wine” and Aziraphale telling him no?
I also wouldn’t mind AUs where Aziraphale says yes and him and Crowley end up on lockdown together
Thanks in advanced
Hi. We have #good omens lockdown, #awake the snake, and #covid-19 tags that you can check out. Here are some angsty fics set after the lockdown phone call. Mind the tags, folks!...
Voicemail by edensdelight (T)
What happens to Aziraphale after Crowley says, "Goodnight"?
Moving Forward by Aegopixel (G)
If what he was doing was so right, then why could he feel the frosted edges of a deep hole forming in his heart? Was he scared that this might be it? That Crowley would sleep straight on till July, as promised, and then wake up as if nothing had passed between them? Aziraphale is certain that he is in the right when he tells Crowley that they can't see each other during the lockdown. But after two weeks of hearing "goodnight angel" playing on an endless loop in his mind, the angel stops and he wonders. He starts to fear that perhaps he was wrong to expect certain things, after all. And that maybe he is two weeks too late to rectify the situation that his heart desires.
May We Find Solace by Anonymous (T)
Aziraphale waits dutifully till July for Crowley to wake up, but he realizes he's been handling things a bit worse than he thought without someone there to voice his worries to. Or, in which they're both starved of each other's company, and Aziraphale just wants to sleep until everything is okay again
Guardian for a Guardian by Starlight_fallen (NR(
July took far too long to come for Aziraphale after Crowley said he was sleeping until the lockdown ended. When July rolled around and Crowley kept sleeping, Aziraphale was upset. He regretted not letting Crowley come to the bookshop to wait out the lockdown but he also knew he couldn’t impose himself on Crowley for such a long, undetermined time. When August rolled around and still no response from Crowley, Aziraphale slipped further into his own head until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Crowley wakes up and realizes that Aziraphale needed him and now needs to show his stubborn angel that he can be there for him too. Sometimes even angels need a guardian angel themselves.
In Search Of Your Glory by NuriaSchnee (E)
Aziraphale didn't know a heart could literally break. Let alone a demoniac one. When July arrives and Crowley doesn't show up and doesn't answer the phone, Aziraphale decides to go check on him to his flat. He finds him unconscious and not responding on his bed, with a dark mark marring his chest which is quickly consuming him to death. Suddenly, Aziraphale finds himself in a rush to save his friend's life.
Take Me Down to the Very Root of My Soul by zerodaryls (E)
During the lockdown, Aziraphale comes to realize the extent of his feelings for Crowley. And suffers the consequences.
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bluerose5 · 14 days
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You know what would be hilarious? Zevran post faerûn back in Thedas doing magic in front of Morrigan just to watch her lose her fucking mind trying to figure out how she did it
But for an actual prompt, I’d love to see Astarion’s reaction to Zevran being downed in battle
Alternatively, Fenris, Astarion, and Araj Oblodra in Moonrise
Zevran would troll the hell out of Morrigan and anyone else willing to watch. I feel Wynne would have hated this new development more than anyone, though. 💀
For the prompts, I actually have a WIP similar to the first one. It's just more of a Zevran gets injured while Astarion isn't in the party, but I feel they would be similar enough that I'm going with the alternate prompt if that's okay. 👀👀👀
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Fenris’s blood boiled with rage.
Not only did he despise the necessity of having to infiltrate Moonrise Towers, but he also despised having to play nice with the cultists until they could figure out how to proceed.
Araj Oblodra was no exception. If anything, she was one of the worst ones they happened across throughout their journey, entitled and condescending.
The instant she asked for his blood, Fenris bristled, and his answer rang with a note of finality.
"Ask that of me again," he snarled, "and I'll cut you down for even suggesting it. You will not be conducting any 'research' on my blood."
"Hmph." She all but pouted, yet she was apparently wise enough to know not to push her luck. "Fine, but perhaps we could turn to another matter at hand: your friend."
When her eyes slid towards Astarion, Fenris could hear his own heartbeat pounding behind his ears. His fingers twitched at his side, itching to unsheathe his greatsword. For a moment, he could barely hear her words over the racing of his pulse. He narrowed his eyes at her, his lips curled into a sneer.
Then, as clear as day, she asked a question of Fenris, one that pierced straight through the haze that clouded his mind.
"I assume he belongs to you?"
Behind him, Astarion sputtered, "Ex–Excuse me?"
Fenris felt the air around himself start to shift.
"He doesn't belong to anyone," Fenris snapped. He stepped forward until he loomed over Araj, his gaze dark. "Now, I advise you to think very carefully about your next words." The clawed fingers of his gauntlets glinted in the room's low lighting. "Because they might just be your last. You will show him respect. Understand?"
They were hardly to be compared to one another, since Fenris didn't know a thing about Araj beyond this encounter, but so much about her already rubbed him the wrong way, reminded him of Hadriana. They thought their lives valuable enough that they were invincible in their minds, untouchable, and that all others were merely pawns in their games, to be used and discarded as they saw fit.
Araj scoffed at his threat, tried to act undeterred, but the slight quiver of her voice —the more deliberate delivery of her words— exposed her fear for what it was.
She made an offer, and Astarion declined.
How easy it was for her to fall back into old habits, even with her life on the line.
She glanced at Fenris as soon as she didn't get her way, wrinkling her nose in disdain.
"Can't you talk some sense into your obstinate cha—"
Fenris was blinded by a sea of red.
Her words choked off.
He didn't even have to think about it. Before he knew what was happening, his hand sank deep within the confines of her chest, her still-beating heart nestled within his palm.
Right before he crushed it.
And as he freed his hand, he watched her body collapse to the ground.
"Good riddance," he muttered.
Lae'zel noticed another cultist gaping from the corner of the room, quick to cover for them in the best way she knew how.
"Take her death as a lesson. Question us, and you'll meet your end as she did. Understood?"
They nodded.
"Good," she said, then jerked her head in the direction of the door. "Now, scram."
She didn't have to tell them twice.
While Fenris stood over Araj's body, blood dripping onto the floor from his fingertips, Karlach leaned in to whisper to Astarion.
"Remind me not to piss him off."
"No kidding," Astarion said, but he braced himself before approaching, reaching out to rest a hand upon his shoulder. "Fenris..."
In a flash, Fenris shrugged off his touch, turning on him with a fire still raging within him, teeth bared.
However, at the sight of the others, Fenris felt those flames die down, their presence drawing him back into reality.
Astarion was fine.
He was safe.
Even in the belly of the beast, Fenris would see to that.
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Death x reader (platonic)
Goldie x reader (romantic but mostly flirting)
Reader is friends with puss, has been sense far far away. Puss once asked reader if they were afraid of dying, reader told him something that he will never forget.
“Puss, when my time comes I will not run from death, I will great him like an old friend, because in the end that’s what he is.”
So during the adventure for the last wish (reader flirting with Goldie) the battle ends but reader gets hurt, bad, so when death comes, puss along with the others look in anger and sadness, and a shocked death, hear something that warms even him.
“Hello old friend, it’s been awhile “
i haven’t wrote for Goldie yet so please forgive me if I make her a little to ooc!
Goldie locks x reader+death x reader (PLATONIC)
Song I listened to on repeat while writing this: I love you so- the walters
GN reader
Warnings: death, fighting, swearing, blood.
You had met puss that night after the whole Fiona and shrek thing. You were in a corner and suddenly a cat comes up to you asking if you had a cup of milk, you gave him your cup that you didn’t even take a drink from. He thanked you and you talked with him for a while.
You and him decided to travel together, he went off somewhere and you haven’t didn’t see him for a while.
One day you were fighting someone and you felt them stab you in the side “shit”. You cursed out feeling the blood rush down your arm. You ran off desperately trying to find someone/somewhere you could get patched up.
You had been running for a while and everything around you started to get blurry the last thing you remembered was falling in front of a house.
When you woke up you found your self on a bed, sitting up you realized your arm was covered in bandages. Slowly you got up and walked around still feeling a bit woozy.
You saw a door and headed towards it walking down stairs. A blonde haired girl walked out and smiled at you. “Oh hey your awake, sit down right there you lost a lot of blood”. She pointed to a chair on the living room.
Sitting down you laid your other hand on your arm, a noise brought you out of a trance and the girl was standing in front of you with a small smile and a bowl. “It’s bowl of porridge, just the way mama makes it”. She said placing it in front of you and you thanked her immediately eating it. She stared at you as you ate, crossing her arms she gave you a smirk.
“Hey don’t inhale it, you might choke on it”. She commented with a laugh. You smiled at that and let out your own chuckle. After eating you sat back in the chair. “That was really good, your mama’s a very good cook”. You said smiling at her, she took the bowl and placed it back into the kitchen.
Returning back to you she sat in front of you. “So what your name”? She asked her blue eyes filled with wonder. “My names y/n yours”? You asked. “My names Goldie”. She responded and you smiled “that’s a pretty name”. You responded.
Over the course of a couple months you lived with her and the bears robbing people and what not. You would constantly flirt with her any chance you got. “Hey you know some times I wish you were a magical item”. You said to her while looking at the stuff you and the family had taken. “Oh why’s that”? She asked and you smirked. “Because then I could steal you and make you mine”. A blush came across her face, “oh come on mate”. Baby said disgusted.Mama only smiled at you, papa laughed at it before falling asleep in his chair.
When you all got to the wishing star you were unfortunately hit by on of those green bomb apples jack had after kitty dodged it. You let out a cry flying backwards into Goldie’s arms. Your eyes closed but she knelt down as you held your side. “Hey y/n please look at me your gonna be ok”. She said frantically and you looked up at her, her eyes filled with fear.
Suddenly a whistle came from somewhere and everyone took a look seeing a wolf walk through the colorful barrier. You had heard rumors that death came in the form of a wolf so you wondered if he was here for you. Puss’s eyes widened and a wall of fire surrounded both of them.
After fighting you had your head laying back on Goldie’s chest her arms wrapped around you and your body felt almost weightless. “Hey Goldie I don’t think I’m gonna make it outta here”. You stated as you grabbed her hand holding it in yours. “Y/n we will get you out of here if it’s the last thing i do”. She said laying her head against the back of yours. “You smiled at her attempt to reassure you, or was she reassuring herself.
The wolf walked to you and Goldie held you closer giving him a small glare. You smiled at him and the next thing that took everyone by surprise was what you said next. “Hello old friend, it’s been a long time eh”? His eyes widened, you weren’t scared of him? You didn’t even try to fight him. He came closer and looked at the other four above you. “It’s their time, you will meet again”. He said in a calm tone as he leaned down to grab your arm, “wait could I do something real quick”? You asked him he hesitated, then nodded.
“Goldie I never got the courage and I’ll never have that chance to but, I love you”. You said weakly turning. Her eyes widened and she gave you a small smile back,”I live you too y/n”. You have her hand a small kiss as an apology for leaving so soon. Death grabbed your arm and searched for the string finding it, it was weak, you closed your eyes and he cut it.
Your soul sitting up as you turned back to Goldie her teary eyes looked into your slightly transparent ones. Standing you gave her a smile. “I’ll see you soon, but until then don’t get to hurt I’d hate to see your pretty face get all messed up”. You always had to flirt in the worst of times. She gave you a weak smile, “I’ll try my best love”. She replied and you gave her a wink before turning to walk away with death.
After that she swore she would get revenge on jack for you, and she did right as he died at the wishing star. She sat with her family looking at the stars above her, “y/n would love them my dear”. Mama said hugging her. Her eyes filling with tears once more she buried herself into her, “yes they would”.
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scalproie · 7 days
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So. I can't stop.
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"What's a mother?"
The two souls, previously deeply engaged in their conversation, flinched at the voice of the young hellborn prince, who was peeking just behind their seats, brown eyes huge and eager to learn about the world.
The souls shared a look, and would no doubt be sweating if they still were in a possession of a body.
"Well, um... y-you see, Your Highness-"
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"There is only me and you."
"You said that already, Father!"
The sparring room always made Jin feel small, smaller than he was anyway. His father only ever trained him in a single corner. Jin had no idea why it was even called that in the first place: Kazuya never granted access to it to anybody, and even then, no one admidst all levels of Hell was even close to be his match.
The room was mainly used for training anyway: it was important to Kazuya that Jin was proficient in their family's fighting style, so he personally took to supervise his son's education himself. Jin loved those sessions, not for the complex forms and stances he had to practice over and over, but because he got to spend time with his dad.
And Kazuya was always more patient with him during these moments, for some reason.
Hence why training time was also synonymous with interrogation time.
"I know it's just the two of us, its just-"
"Mind your feet."
"It's just that everyone I know has a mother. Or had one anyway. Or even is one. Everyone had one except me. Even Hell Embodied acts like your-"
Jin felt the intensity of Kazuya's stare. The Drop it. stare, he dubbed it. Right. However Hell Embodied acted toward its king aside, making any subtle mention of Jin's grandmother, whoever she was, was coming dangerously close to the topic of Jin's grandfather, and that was a big no-no.
Jin closed his mouth and swallowed, until Kazuya's eyes left him to go back to scrutinizing every little movement of his son, dealing him easy blows to block.
"Keep your elbows up."
"I-I guess I just want to figure out more stuff about myself. I mean I don't even know what I'm supposed to be the god of."
"You're my son. That's all that matters."
"Maybe, but if you could just tell me where I come from or how I came to be... I don't know, I just want to know more."
"You haven't earned the right to know more."
Kazuya never lied. Jin knew as much because it was one of the first thing his father taught him: to never lie.
For Kazuya, lying was just a way to hide weakness, and if you had to hide weakness, then you were just weak. And if there is one thing Jin, at his young age, learned that his father hated more than lying, it was weakness.
So, as Jin will find out later in his life, in order to keep the truth away from him, Kazuya simply would not say anything, if he could help it. Coming up with that sentence was a time and lifesaver.
"But you never tell me how to do that!" Jin pouted sadly. It was useless on Kazuya. "What can I do to earn it?"
He barely had the time to finish voicing his question that Jin was swept off his feet and landed hard on his back with a yelp.
"The first step would be not to leave such obvious openings, Jin."
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"Maybe it's just like for us phoenixes!"
Xiaoyu was sitting on the windowsill in front of Jin, swaying her legs back and forth. Jin lifted his chin from his knuckle and turned his head around to look at her.
"What do you mean?"
Xiaoyu was his first friend his own age. Well, who aged alongside him, however slow they were. Who even aged at all really. She might also have just been his first friend ever.
She started showing up at the House of the Dead not that long ago, she was a young phoenix and, by her own admission, her bubbly happy-go-lucky personality usually gave her quite the issue to stay out of trouble on the surface. It doesn't help that she never really had the fear of death either.
She was still strong enough to climb back out of Hell on her own, though it often took almost as long for her to get out than for her to spend time on the surface before dying again.
Jin loved her visits because she always spoke in great lengths of what was on said surface and whatever she had seen and experienced, and he was always more than happy to listen. Even if his father had the same disdain for her as he would a mere pest, Jin respected her and even bore a bit of admiration.
"When we die, we turn into a pile of ashes, right? Well, if you divide the pile in two and someone very close to you bury half of it in the ground, when next you rise out of your ashes and you dig where half of you was buried, you will find an egg and that's how you get a baby phoenix! No mother involved! At least, that's what my yeye told me."
"I'm... not sure it works that way for us." Jin wasn't sure it worked that way for pheonixes either.
"It could though! You gods are such weird creatures. And besides! It would make us have something in common."
Her honest smile made him smile in return. Maybe she was right, maybe his origin being so vague did not have to matter so much if she could take her own in spades. Maybe he could just enjoy being himself.
The hole in the most profound part of his soul begged to differ.
Still, he appreciated her attempt to cheer him up more than he could ever tell her. With her black and orange foreign clothing and sheer warmth that emanated out of her, she was like a literal ray of sunshine that never would've made its way to him otherwise.
"Or maybe you can count the mother as the one who bury the ashes?"
"Wait, did you just imply you hatched from an egg?"
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"Can I help you with anything, Father?"
"No."
"Oh."
Jin was pacing besides Kazuya's desk. He was a polite young man, never wanting to impose, as reserved as his father was, but eventually even he could not deal with his own boredom any longer.
"Could you still teach me anyway? Maybe that way I could, you know, fill in for you in case you ever wanted to... take a break?"
"No."
Well that was another unsuccessful attempt at purpose-seeking. Jin paced the halls of his home, having done so more times than he could count. Maybe that was his fate, haunting the House of the Dead. How ironic.
He even considered going chatting with his father's annoying jester, so something was clearly wrong with him.
He found his salvation in two shades having trouble with repairing one of the gemstones counting device, and he happened to have a knack for this kind of tinkering. After the two souls thanked him, they informed him his services might be needed somewhere else, in an adjacent wing of the house that Jin never went to often for lack of anything interesting over there.
He made his way to the location that was way, way more secluded than he expected. To his surprise there was no one but him there. Just him, and a door bearing a busted sigil of his father. Evidently the thing that needed repairing.
Well, nothing he can do about that one, but it meant that whatever door it was sealing was now open, and if it was a storage room for one of his father's fabled collections, then at least he would have some story to tell, and some bets to win.
He barely cracked open the door when his nose was assaulted by unknown and vivid smells.
What he saw inside blew all that he thought he knew away.
He stepped inside shaking like the leaves he stepped upon, not quite believing his eyes. Grass? Plants? Were those... flowers? And that-
Jin gasped. "A tree..."
As he made his way deeper inside, no daring to touch anything, focused on the massive cedar tree in front of him, he felt a weight upon his chest.
Eugh. What was this place?
Neverminding the unease, he kept going forward, toward the tree that felt more and more like it was calling him.
He stopped a moment in the middle of the garden. It felt like.
It felt like he belonged.
He raised his hand without meaning to, like the blood inside it was attracted to the bark. Like it was yearning for it.
It was almost burning at the touch. And yet. And yet it was smooth. It was strong.
He looked at his hand. That wasn't his hand. It was slender, softer.
Then it was like he was projected out of his own body, except it wasn't his body. It was a woman, with long black hair, dressed in white, her back turned to him.
He couldn't breathe.
She slowly turned around, and her face brought back old, old, old memories. Of some place else. That barely lasted a second.
He looked at her eyes.
Dark, rich brown.
Mother?
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"What happened to my mother?"
All heads turned to Jin as he stormed inside the throne room, the last to lazily do so was Kazuya's.
"I ought to keep you busy if all you're gonna do with your endless time is bothering me with pointless things."
"I found the garden."
Oh, how Jin basked in the pause that information gave Kazuya.
A simple motion of the king's hand was all it took for all souls present to clear the room. Even as people hurried past him, Jin kept his eyes on his father, who was doing much the same.
When the place was empty save for the both of them and the doors closed with a heavy sound, then Kazuya spoke again.
"How did you-"
"She's out there, isn't she? She's on the surface, is she from there?" Jin felt manic. All this time, all this time, at any moment, Kazuya could've told him, all along he could've relieved the void in Jin's heart. Jin never felt such anger, the back of his eyes started to hurt, something threatening to break out. "Does she know about me...?"
Kazuya stayed silent, it was clear on his face that he, too, was wrestling with many many thoughts at the same time. He had many things to say, and he picked the worst option.
"You do not have ea-"
"Enough! You keep saying that! All my life you've been saying that!"
Jin was through with trying to earn. Jin was going to get.
"Father, if you say I haven't earned the right to know one more time I swear I'll-"
"YOU'LL WHAT? WHAT WILL YOU DO, JIN?"
Kazuya slammed his hands on the desk before him and rose from his throne. As much as Jin steeled himself for this confrontation, he could not stop his body to jerk back at the sound. It wasn't that he was scared of his father, no, it's just that Kazuya rarely ever shouted, never really needed to, so to hear him lash out that suddenly was... shocking.
What Jin hated more than his own reaction though, was the strange feeling in his chest upon hearing his father say his name for the first time in what felt like forever.
Unaware, or not caring, of the turmoil happening within Jin, Kazuya continued:
"Tell me how you will succeed in demanding anything of me where even the so-called "strongest" have failed before you? Tell me what you plan to do as you defy your king, your kin? There is only us. There will only ever be us. Are you that eager to write the next chapter of our family's bloody legacy?!"
Jin fell silent.
Was that it? Is that what the neglect, the distance, the privation was about? Was Kazuya expecting Jin to kill him for good eventually? To take his place? Was that all Jin was to him? A future rival? A threat-in-waiting? Did he thought so lowly of him?
Was he scared of his own son?
That selfish fool, that stubborn old...
Kazuya feared that Jin would kill him?
In this moment, Jin just might.
"Why keep-"
"Speak up."
"Why keep me at all then? You could've just gotten rid of me ages ago, threw me away far from this place, and you, there could only just be you" The sarcastic tone Jin wanted to carry gave way to something more coarse, more raw. Neither father nor son were good at hiding their true emotions. "You could've freed yourself from all... this."
Knowing the answer to this emptiness, this missing piece, that Jin felt for all his life was finally within reach gave him the courage to go on, to openly provoke Kazuya for the first time.
"Is that what you did? To her?"
The only thing Jin heard next from his father was a spark.
Then the pain registered. A shock so brutal and intense Jin could feel spasms reverberating throughout all of his body, long after he realized his father's fist was already gone. His fingers kept twitching on their own, his teeth clenched on their own, his eyes shut on their own.
He dropped to the floor, clutching at his abdomen when he recovered the control of his hands, and when he could breathe once more he fully tasted the metallic smell of the surrounding electricity.
Right. The King of Hell was the son of the old Lightning God, first.
Kazuya was now towering over Jin. Has he always been that fast? The fist that was lodged just a second ago below Jin's chest still clenched and shaking at his father's side, his facial traits were sharpened by the ominous red glow of his eyes. His voice was glacial.
"Hellborn Prince, you are to be confined to your chambers until told otherwise. Do not expect to be let out anytime soon."
"I'm going to leave, Father, I'm going to break out of this place," Jin managed as he struggled to get off the floor, his own voice burning with determination. "You cannot keep things as they were, you cannot keep me here, I'll leave even if it kills me."
The massive doors cracked open to let in the previously dismissed servants. Suddenly the silent throne room became loud again as guards swarmed in, their captain Bruce kneeling and lending a worried hand to help Jin up. Kazuya turned around to walk back to his throne.
"Take him."
Jin swatted Bruce's hand away as he got to his feet, eyes boring a hole to the back of his father's head, before following suite and making his own way for the open doors.
Take him? What is this. Is Jin officially a prisoner now? Those are still his chambers. He doesn't need anyone to take him to his own chambers. What his father should very soon worry about is how to keep him in them, that is a promise.
As he was about to exit the room, Jin took a last glare in the direction of the throne. Kazuya had just resumed dominating the room, seated upon it once more. He was also staring at Jin.
Deep brown eyes met sharp red eyes once more.
I will leave, even if it kills me.
Jin walked out.
Kazuya rested his chin on his knuckle.
"It will."
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dcfanficsgallore · 5 months
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Didn't plan for this
Wonder Woman x Demigod!Fem!Reader
2859 words
TW: Broken Leg, Hospitals, Reader overthinks everything
Masterlist
Summary: You have only seen a handful of times and have been trying to get her attention ever since, when a disaster occurs, it finally makes her look at you and talk.
A/N: This fanfic doesn't use the usual quotes to show character speaking. Instead they'll use a - to show that they are speaking and every new line of dialogue is a new paragraph. Also English isn't my first language. Enjoy! X3 <33
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Being a demigod in a world that gets invaded by aliens every other week and seems to have a new super-whatever everyday is pretty normal. Especially if you’re a child of Athena, like me… 
We don’t get powers like the children of Zeus or the innate charisma of the Apollo kids, but we’re not as insufferable as the Aphrodite Spawn (Long story), we’re just… Pretty smart and can understand stuff that most can’t. When I was a kid my teachers always told my mortal mom that I was ‘gifted’, my mom knew it was always truer than what they intended, but she never told me about it. Nor about my Godly mom…
Usually when an alien attack happens or a supervillain breaks from prison I tend to help the people around me get to safety and prepare all my contingencies for if the threat gets too close, I only had to use a couple of my plans once, that was a mess! But it made me learn that Plan C and Plan T should not be anywhere near each other. Other than that I just wait until the danger is over and maybe, kinda, try to see if she is taking care of the mess.
Of all the children of Zeus, she is the best. Most caring, most humble, the prettiest, and just all around good person. I only met THE Wonder Woman once, and since then I’ve been trying to get her attention the only way a daughter of Athena like me can… I’ve been sending contingency plans to the Justice Hall in hopes one of them will make them want to talk to me and talk about it. You might say it’s pointless, Batman is the best planner in the world, and to that I say: Maybe he would like someone to delegate a few of his responsibilities to… You never know.
It was during one of my walks to my job that I felt it.
Earthquakes
No worries, those happen all the time in New York. I have nothing to fear, just a mild-
Another one, Bigger
Again, not enough to trigger my alarms, but enough to make me start walking slower… And check my bag to see if everything is with m-
A third one, and this time I fall over
Alright. That’s cause for concern, I start sprinting towards my job while grabbing all the stuff I need to start Plan E.
As I turn a corner expecting to see the street to the building I work at, I am startled back by a falling lamp post.
This is bad
As I enter the building I see Ana, the secretary, ushering people out the building.
- How is it looking? - I ask her as another earthquake begins and doesn’t seem to stop.
- There’s still people inside - She looks at me with a worried expression - You might have to bring out Plan H - She says.
Ana is my best friend and that gives her the privilege of a binder with all my plans so she can help me choose one in big stress situations. That’s still not enough because she just suggested the Bird People Protocol, but I get the gist of what she wants.
- I think you might be right - I say not wanting to get into an argument of my plans with her right now
Being a prepared Child of Athena is very helpful when you're the Chief of Security of the company. I take a deep breath, say a little prayer to my mom hoping for a little luck to get inside and not die. And go in…
The first thing I see as I go through the doors is the bottom floor is collapsing. I rush a couple people out while I make my way to my office, in there I’ll find everything to hopefully save everyone. I just have to go up two floors, the elevators are a bust and a death trap. So the stairs are gonna be my friends.
As I start going up I hit a couple buttons on the wall to trigger the slides that help people go down the stairs faster, (hey, it works for airplanes and they were cheap to install. Just a button and they self inflate).
When I open the door to the second floor I am met by so many people that are injured. I go to usher them to the slides, after finding a couple interns that are so scared but not that bad physically and instruct them on what to do once they get down and keep moving towards my office.
I begin to see my office, it's right there, just a few more moments and everything will be fi-
feel a lot of pain and a crack coming from behind me
Something fell on me. I look back and see that my leg is stuck between a stone pillar and the floor. I feel a lot of pain, but I can't stop. I've already sent everyone on this floor down and there are more above me. If I give up now I’ll die along with everyone else, that’ll not be something that a Demigod will be doing today, I tell myself.
I start to try to lift the pillar with all my strength, it’s hard, it might be impossible, I start thinking of ways to maybe leverage a piece of debris as maybe a lever when the pillar starts to float? It’s not floating, someone picked it up. But who..?
It’s her, in all her glory. She looks exactly like I remember, the black locks of hair flowing, the tiara reflecting the little light inside this crumbling building, her golden lasso on her hand and the pillar on the other, she lifting it like it doesn’t weigh anything. Her ocean blue eyes that are looking directly into my soul, her furrowed brows like she’s mad? Wait, no, she IS mad!
- What are you doing! - She says with an alarm in her tone - I was helping the people off the building when I saw you running INTO it? What are you trying to do?
The reality of the situation finally hits me and I say
- Help me. My office. I can help… - I say with difficulty as my leg starts to hurt a lot more now that the big rock was removed.
She looks at me like I just grew frog legs beneath the pillar, not understanding why I’m trying so hard to go even deeper into the crumbling building.
I say it one more time and she seems to snap out of it.
- What are we looking for? - She says as she picks me up bridal style and starts sprinting into the room. Even with a broken leg I manage to get flustered, but quickly dismiss it as I get my head back in the game
I push myself down and limp to my desk, opening a drawer and pushing a button labeled ‘U’.
Immediately the result can be felt as dozens of inflatable slides appear going from every single window sill, out of seemingly thin air, and gives everyone on the above floors a chance to take a faster way down. But not everything can go according to plan as life constantly likes to remind me. The slide on my window did not trigger so I think I’m stuck until I feel myself being picked up again and my heroine jumps out of the window landing safely with me in her arms.
After that she puts me down on a sidewalk and says
- That was incredibly smart, aren’t you the woman that always has a plan? - She says, and I’m a little upset that that’s how she remembers me.
- Yeah, that 's me. A daughter of Athena trying her best - I say before my leg starts to demand more of my attention and I whimper a little
- Oh your leg! Right! - She says before picking me up again and without all the smoke and panic I can actually feel her muscles and smell a little perfume, strawberry? Maybe Daisy? Maybe alcohol? Wait… That’s the ambulance, I’m in the ambulance getting alcohol rubbed on my leg by a paramedic, staring into her sapphire eyes and she’s saying something... Oh shit she said something!
- Sorry what? - I say trying to cool my nerves from seeing her again
- I said I’ll be right back to check on you, these quakes are not natural. The League is currently stopping the cause of it but there are still civilians trapped in building that don’t have slides that help them get down - She smiles a little and it’s the prettiest smile I have ever seen
- Yeah, it’s cool, you’re a hero and all that - Say in an effort to look casual in the face of all this
A few hours later I had to be taken to the hospital to get my leg on a cast and suspended above me on the bed that I’m laying down on. Ana made it out without any serious injuries and is keeping me company, and by company I mean she’s currently hearing me be anxious about my meeting with The Wonder Woman. 
- She said she would check on me later - I say for what’s probably the thousandth time
- Yup, but when she said you were on the street getting tended to by an EMT. Now she probably has no idea where you - She keeps trying to manage my expectations.
- But look at the TV Ana, a lot of people need help, she’s probably helping them. and this is one of the only hospitals that didn’t seem to be that affected by the quake! - I reason with her.
- Why do I keep getting into arguments with you? - she says with a long sigh - Damn Owl Spawn - she says with a smirk that gets wiped by the pillow I throw on her face
- Because you live in hope that you can win! - I tease back and am promptly met by the same pillow hitting my face.
-But seriously Y/N - She says looking at me - I wouldn’t get my hopes up, she’s a superhero. She’ll probably be busy until the next morning and then she’ll probably go back to her place and sleep for a long time, maybe she’ll forget.
- I can still hope, right? - I say a little sadly to Ana who nods and pulls me into a hug
- You should get some rest Bird Brain, I’ll be here if you need anything - Ana says, going to turn off the light and heading to her chair next to my bed.
- Fine - I say as the day finally catches up to me and I fall asleep almost immediately
It’s probably not until around 4 A.M when I hear a little tapping on my hospital window, at first I think I’m dreaming because I’m quite a way high up on this hospital, I would say about 30,5 meters away from ground level. But then I hear it again
tap tap tap
Okay, that’s not a dream. I take my leg off the suspension gently so as to not hurt myself and open the curtain to see… HER! She’s flying and staring at me through the window looking a bit shy, if I were to guess.
- You’re here!? - I open the window and question a little too happy about this meeting
- I told I would be - she smiles - How are you doing? - she questions looking at my cast.
- I’m doing fine - I shrug - The drugs help with the pain and I heal quite fast.
- Right, you’re also a demigoddess - she says with a smile - So am I.
- You are? You mean you’re not a goddess? - I ask and immediately regret it. You don’t ask a pretty woman that? Are you nuts? I say to myself thinking she’ll be put off by my comment and fly away. But to my surprise, she laughs and it’s the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard.
- No no, I’m the daughter of Zeus with the queen of the amazons, Hippolyta - She says in a casual way like that wasn’t a huge bombshell for me to discover
- That’s so cool - I say after making myself pick my jaw from the floor - Would you… ummm… Would you like to come in? - I ask her and to my surprise she accepts
The first thing I notice when she comes in is how tall she is, I think I would’ve figured out she was an Amazon with enough time, I quickly notice that she’s probably 6,2 inches, which makes me feel fuzzy inside. The next thing I notice is how strong she is. When she went inside, she picked me up by my side and sat me down on the bed before finally touching the floor. 
I realize I’m staring again and that I missed what she was saying, again! This never happens to me.
- I’m so sorry, I was distracted, what did you say? - I say hoping she doesn’t think I’m always like this.
- I just asked if she’ll wake up anytime soon. - She repeats without a hint of annoyance. Gesturing to Ana sleeping on the chair in a position that doesn’t seem that comfortable but I’m not one to judge.
- Oh Ana? No, she only wakes with her alarm or when stuff is thrown at her - I say chuckling.
There’s an awkward silence before she clears her throat and says
- I’m Diana, by the way, Diana Prince - she says putting her hand out - I just wanted to say that the fact that you went inside the collapsing building when you could’ve turned the other way and ran, really impressed me.
I blush very hard when she says that, then I shake her hand and say
- I’m Y/N Y/L/N, it really means a lot to me that you found that impressive. And just so you know, running was not an option, that building had so many contingencies inside it I needed to know that one of them worked. If I didn’t try my own plans what kind of child of wisdom would I be? - I say while shaking her hand
- Hm, does your mother require that of all her children? - She asks almost concerned
- No, not at all. She doesn’t even talk to us! - I say without thinking, this woman makes me so flustered my brain stops working I swear! - It’s more, like an itch. An itch in the back of your mind that doesn’t go away if you don’t test your contraptions
- She doesn’t talk to you? I’m sorry… - She says with sympathy on her voice
-Don’t be - I wave it off -  She’s a goddess, she probably has more important things to do. Besides, I got my smarts and that’s all I need. - I say shuffling on the bed and putting my foot back in it’s place.
She sits next to me and says
- It’s still sad that our parents don’t talk to us
I shrug before gathering my courage and finally asking
- Why’d you come to see me? I’m sure you meet people that are more interesting than me everyday and it’s not like you owe me or anything, you saved life twice today and now you’re here checking on me. Why? - I ask and she thinks for a moment before smiling and… Wait, is she blushing?
- Well it’s simple really, I was very impressed by the fact that you had a protocol in place for such an event and had the guts to go in and make sure it went accordingly that I wanted to maybe see if you were interested in… Showing me some of your plans - That last part seemed to catch her off guard, but I’ll never say no to someone willing to listen to my plans so I get very excited.
- Yeah, sure, of course! I’ll probably be out of the hospital in a couple of days, maybe less if I can convince the docs I’ll take it easy. - I agree a little too fast, but I don’t care. Diana wants to see my plans! - Here’s my number - I give her my number scribbled on a piece of paper I got in my bag - Give me a call please, and we’ll set it up. - I say a little too eager and failing miserably to be cool
- Yeah, sure - she says, accepting the paper and… She is definitely blushing! - I’ll give you a call, and we’ll set up our date… - She stops herself after she says that - I mean, like a friend date. 
- I can accept a date - I blush and nod and look away, trying everything I can to not look her in those sapphire eyes
She gets up and goes to the window but before she looks at me and says.
- I hope I get to see you soon - she says before flying off into the distance
a- Same - I say before snuggling in my bed ready to dream about her but not before hearing
- I heard the whole thing! - Ana says before receiving a face full of pillow.
- We’ll talk in the morning - I say ending the conversation.
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Chapter 2
A/N: Some might call Y/N Paranoid, she would say prepared ;)
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Hidden Away - Chapter 13
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pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 3400+
Chapter 13
The days passed and you continued with the weight of the child's death on your shoulders, making the sleepless nights longer, more tiring. The night of dinner at Steve's house had come and gone, with you saying goodbye as soon as the meal ended, heading towards your house in hopes of being able to relax, without having Connie always looking at you with concern. She didn't mean it, but it only made your situation worse, your anxiety and your fear of reliving all those moments again. When you left Peña followed you, also saying goodbye to his friends.
“I don't need a babysitter. I'm just going down stairs to my apartment.”, you said in a tired tone.
“And I'm doing the same. To my apartment.”, he made sure to pint it out, so you wouldn’t be able to say anything. “But my invitation from the other day still stands. If you need to talk to someone or company just knock on my door.”
“And I said right away that I didn't need your help and that I was afraid of interrupting your nocturnal activities if I went there. I can spend the nights alone but not don’t.”
“Actually I have been spending my nights by myself as well.”, he said looking you in the eyes when you reached your landing.
“Is your salary over yet? Can't you pay for them anymore? I think you can get some for free at the bar around the corner .”
“It's not because… forget it. Good night and see you tomorrow.”, he ended up saying entering his house.
“Goodnight.”, you replied seeing him already with his back to you opening his door. You raised your eyebrows in admiration at such a sudden end to the conversation and walked into your apartment. You sat on the edge of your bed taking off your shoes. Does he really think he fools me? I continue to hear moans every night. Been fucking lonely, yeah, right, you thought to yourself. You went to take a shower and, after getting dressed, you went back to the bathroom to brush your teeth. And then you started hearing someone moaning again. But you knew he was alone. Unless someone came in while you were showering and you didn’t heard the door. Or... Ohhhh... He was alone. Only now did you realize that, contrary to what happened before, you only heard a voice, a sole tone moaning with pleasure. Not just today but in the last few days as well. He has been alone, after all. Masturbating. Seeking his pleasure by fucking his hand and not just another hole. And for the first time in a long time, you let the sound of his moans affect you. Which one would he be thinking of? Would it be the same every night? How would it feel to have his full length in your hand? What the hell? That’s just what I needed., you said very quickly to yourself, feeling the pulsing inside your panties. You finished brushing your teeth, rinsed your mouth with water and went back to the living room, sitting on the sofa, with your legs tight over each other and your book in your hand. You wouldn't start to gain hope that he might actually be changing just because he spent a few nights alone. Most likely, he would revert to his old ways soon enough.
You were already at your desk when Javi arrived.
“Good morning Y/N.”, he began.
“Good morning Peña.”, you replied without looking up from what you were doing.
“Are you here by yourself?”
“No, Steve just went to get some documents to confirm some dates.”
“Too bad, I thought he would have to swallow his tongue again because I got here before him.”
“Well, that is not going to happen. He arrived at 8:00 sharp.”
“And you were already here?”
“Since 6:30 am. I wanted to come to work so much that I woke up earlier just to get here as fast as I could.”
“Did you wake up earlier, huh? Did you even fall asleep?” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, stopping your work for the first time.
“And what do you have to do with that? I'm always here aren't I? I do my job properly, don't I?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re doing well.”
“Don't worry about my sleep routines affecting you. And by the way, I'm going to go grab a cup of coffee.”, you tried to finish while getting up.
“But they affect you and I worry about you.”, he said, making you stop next to your chair that you were pushing under your desk.
“Of course you do.”, you said condescendingly. “Do you want me to get you something from the cafeteria since I’m going there?”, you asked without noticing that Steve was approaching you from behind, placing a hand on the small of your back to talk to the two of you over your shoulder. You quickly pulled away from him, taking his hand off you.
“Is everything okay?”, Steve asked.
“Sure, sorry. I wasn't expecting you to arrive so quickly. I’ll be right back.”
“See you soon.”, Steve replied, Javi looking at you as you walked away.
“What happened?”, Peña asked Murphy.
"I don't know. I touched her small back and she got scared.”
“Really?”, Javi asked again while remembering all the times you had done the same to him.
“She must still be stressed about what happened two weeks ago. It was an innocent touch.”
“Yeah, that must be it. She's been more anxious lately.”, he replied knowing that wasn't the reason. He still didn't know the why you had those reactions, but he knew that they were already happening before your last operation. Since that day, Peña had been trying to find out how the children of Medellin had access to the guns, the walkies they used to alert Escobar's men, and he wasn't at all surprised when a name started popping up repeatedly; La Quica. He used to walk the streets of the commune, with money in one hand and a gun in the other for anyone who wanted to help the “saint” Escobar on his quest to save the city from corruption and poverty. It was him who had shot you, and he was now also the one to blame for your suffering. Javi had to figure out how to get to him, how to make him suffer and how to make him talk, if that was possible.
Two more sleepless nights, tossing and turning in bed after you managed to fall asleep for a few hours. But tonight was even worse. You couldn't even close your eyes, giving up trying and getting out of bed almost 2 hours after you layed down. You hadn't even had dinner in order to go to bed as early as possible, tiredness weighing on you more and more, but it was of no use. It was only 11 pm and it already felt like the middle of the night, with all the laps you had done on top of your sheets. You opened the living room window and went to the kitchen to fill a glass of water, which you drank in one gulp, filling it again immediately. Nothing worked and you began to feel the desperation caused by the lack of rest rising through your body, leaving you tense and even more anxious. You fell onto the sofa with your legs apart and your elbows resting on your knees, head down between your arms and your glass in your hand. And suddenly you looked at the wall in front of you, thinking about what Peña was doing. You didn't want to admit it but the last night you were able to rest was the one when he walked into your apartment and hugged you against him, the heat of his body and the coming and going of his chest over his breathing making you relax. You looked at the door of your house, and letting out a desperate sigh, you got up, took your keys and went knocking on your neighbor's door.
Javi was sitting on his couch, wearing nothing but his boxers, reading some documents he had brought home from the office while smoking his usual cigarette, when he heard a knock at the door. Grumbling to himself, he got up and looked through the pip hole, seeing you on the other side. He opened the door and then asked "Is everything okay?"
“Is you offer still standing?”
"Which one? I've offered you a lot of things already.”, he replied with a mocking smile.
“Okay, let it be.”, you said as you turned back to your apartment.
"Wait. I was kidding. You can come in."
“Thank you.”, you replied with your head down, entering the space he left between you and the edge of the door. He closed it and walked over to you.
“So, you weren't afraid to 'find me between someone's legs'?”, he asked, reminding you of what you had said to him a few weeks ago.
“No, I already heard you moaning today.” Javi's eyes widened.
“And you think that because you heard me once, I won't do it again later?”, he asked half offended, half curious with the sincerity with which you spoke, almost without interest.
"Lately it's only been once a night."
“Do you pay so much attention to what I do in my house? Do you like to hear me moan that much?”, he asked bringing his face closer to yours. And once again your cunt began to throb between your legs. Even standing up, you crossed your legs over each other, leaning on just one foot. This did not go unnoticed by Peña, who smiled to himself.
“It's not my fault that this wall is so thin and that you don't try to control the volume with which you come.”, you said trying to forget what you were feeling. "And by the way, don't you have any pants you could wear?"
“Why, don't you like what you see?”, he continued, seeing you roaming his torso with your eyes, running your tongue over your lower lip, which was still dry.
"Seriously? I've seen you completely naked and I've already complimented you on based on what I saw, but that doesn't mean I want to have to look at that abnormally large bump while I'm here. Seriously, have you ever killed anyone with that?”, you asked, nodding between his legs. “It looks more like a weapon of mass destruction.” Javier couldn't contain himself and started laughing, making you laugh too for the first time in a long time.
“Never had any complaints.”
"But you don't know if any of them died on their way home from internal bleeding."
“If that happened, I never received any invitation to their funerals.”, Peña said , still laughing at the simple way in which you spoke of something like sex, a taboo subject even in a town where you could pay for it so easily.
“Too bad, funerals are known to be a good hunting ground. You would walk out of there with one under each arm.” You waved you arm towards Peña's room and continued. “But just go in there and put something on. Go."
“If that makes you feel better.”, he ended up saying as he went to his room. He walked back into the living room in tracksuit pants and with his arms outstretched.
“Is it better this way?” he asked, turning around.
“Yes, it is. Now I only get distracted by the top part. One thing at a time when I'm tired.”, you continued with a joke that was hiding too much truth. You were looking around, trying to understand your surroundings and how his apartment was packed. The two other times you had been there you didn't have the ability to do it. You saw the papers he had on the table.
“Should you have this at home?”
"Don’t worry. Tomorrow they'll be in the office again.”, he replied while picking them up and trying to hide them inside a drawer of the closet where he had his television.
"I didn't imagine you as one of those who bring work home."
“And I'm not, but this case is special.”, he reciprocated remembering how much he wanted to catch La Quica.
“What's the case? Maybe I can help. I didn't know we had something going on."
“This one is personal. But did you come here to talk about work?”
“No, quite the contrary. I couldn't sleep...”
“Again.” he interrupted.
“Yes, again, and I thought about what you said about coming here if I needed anything.” Javi gave you a big smile when he realized you went there to look for his company. “What do you usually do at night?”, you continued.
“I think you already know the answer.”, he said laughing.
"Yes. But it doesn't last all night."
“Hmmmm. It depends on the company."
"OK. And when the company is busted after the first fuck?” Peña laughed again.
“Then I send her away and watch TV, or whatever movie I have around the house.”
“Um, what kinds of movies do you have out there? That are not pornographic.”
“It reduces the possibilities. But let me see. What do you like?”
“Something to help me sleep.”
“Okay, I have something perfect here then.”, he kept looking until he found the movie he had in mind. "Here it is."
"What? Do you have Dead Poets Society?”, you asked incredulously.
“Is it really that weird?”
"I don't know, I thought you only watched Rambo or Terminator."
“And I have those too if you want to watch them but you said you wanted something to help you fall asleep.”
"Wait a minute. Is Dead Poets Society a bedtime movie for you?”
“Hey, don't be offended. I've seen him so many times that every now and then I fall asleep watching it. And I thought it could help you.”
“Hmm, I never imagined you falling asleep with that movie as background.”
"Well, it seems you don't know me as well as you thought."
“Looks like it.”
“And you think about what I do to fall asleep?”
“And there he is again.”
“I'm just messing with you. Sit down on the couch while I put the movie on rewind. Do you want something to drink?”
"A glass of water?"
“Of course, I'll be right back.”, he ended up saying as he headed to the kitchen.
You sat down on the sofa, with your legs stretched out and your feet on top of each other. Good thing today my pajamas have shorts., you thought to yourself with a shiver running down your spine. He came back, handed you the glass of water, put his beer down on the small table in front of the couch and went to press play on the movie before sitting down.
“You are so far away. Are you afraid of me?”, he asked when he saw you leaning against the arm of the sofa.
"I don't but I don't want you to think I'm going to hit on you just because we're watching a movie together."
“Don't be stupid.”
“Hey.”, you said, not liking the word.
“Yes, don't be stupid. You think I can't watch a movie with a woman without jumping on her?”
“Can you?”
“For that I don't need a movie. You are a colleague in need of help at resting. And I'm here to help. Come over here closer to me.”
With great difficulty you realized that he was right and dragged your ass across the couch until you were closer to him, leaving a small space between you.
“Was it really that hard?”, Peña asked with the corners of her lips raised.
“Let’s watch the movie.”
As the film progressed you realized that sleep was still not coming and you started to get nervous.
“Are you okay?”, Peña asked when he saw you running your palms over your legs.
“This isn't working.”
“Calm down, at least you're watching a great movie with an even better company.”, he replied with a wink. “Would you like some hot milk?”
"I don’t drink milk." Javi looked at you sideways. “I am lactose intolerant. I only drink milk when I want to kick someone out of my house.”, you said a little more quickly.
“Okay, I don't want to have to leave my own house. But then I don't have anything hot for you to drink to snuggle with.”
“Do you happen to have any tea?”
"Tea? Am I the Queen of England?”
“I'm not either and I drink tea.”, you said again with the nerves in your voice. “But just forget it. Let's continue watching the movie.”
Javi looked at you for a bit, the weariness on your face, and finally spoke. “I have an idea but I don't know if you'll like it.”
“Say it, I'll accept anything.”, you said dropping your head on your arm that was on the back of the sofa.
"Are you sure?"
“Tell me what it is.”
“Why don't you lean against me?” he asked in a lower tone.
“What?”, you replied almost screaming.
“Hey, it doesn't take all that. It was just an idea.”
“What a hell of an idea.”
"Why? My body is hot, and it seemed to work when I was at your apartment. You managed to fall asleep leaning against me.”, he said, avoiding talking about the fact that he was also hugging you.
“Damn you.”, you said after listening to him, knowing that what he said was true. You thought about it yourself before you went knocking on his door.
“Come closer, very close.”, he said between laughs as he raised his arm for you to lean against him.
"Lower your arm, I don't need you to snuggle me."
“Okay, I’m just going to put it on the back of the sofa, so you can get closer to my body.”
“Okay.”, you ended up saying reluctantly.
He put his arm on the couch and you leaned against him, touching his bare torso with your arm, immediately feeling the heat that emanated from his body and the cold of another shiver running down your back. His dark skin was soft, smooth to the touch and warm even with the beads of sweat that covered it. He looked down to see you moving closer to him, letting yourself lean against him. He felt your skin on his and closed his eyes to try to smell your perfume. Soon the scent of vanilla reached him and a smile spread across his lips. He liked having you this close, smelling you, even though he knew nothing would happen between you. For the first time he craved a woman's touch without having sex in mind. He liked the way you fit against his side, the way you smelled in his nose, the softness of your skin against his. As time went by, your proximity worked and you began to let your head fall as a sign of sleep. It was only then that he let his arm fall around you, pulling you even closer to him. Under the effect of sleep, you shook your head and, lifting your chin, you stuck it between his neck and shoulder. He could feel your lips on him, your soft breath brushing his skin, the hand you'd just placed on his chest, open-handed, your fingers moving without you noticing. He brought his nose close to your hair and took a deep breath before getting on his feet and picking you up, looking for your keys to take you back to your room. After lying you down on your bed he left your apartment in silence and entered his own, becoming more and more aware of the throbbing pain in his cock. He palmed himself to calm down a bit as he went to his own bed, already thinking of relieving the pressure between his legs but when he got there and closed his eyes to imagine you massaging his hard penis, he could only remember your calm face leaning against him, the soft sounds you made when you breathed into his neck, and he gave that up, not wanting to let those images be linked to another short moment of pleasure. He tried to relieve himself a little more with the palm of his hand and ended up lying on his side, remembering you next to him.
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Thranduil’s secret
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Pairing: Tauriel x Kili Rating: 16+ Warnings: Mentions of violence, emotional hurt (but fear not …!) Words: 1.800 k.
Disclaimer: Canon what canon? This is for all the lovers out there.
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“They want to bury him”.
Snowflakes fall silently around them.
Nature attempting to softly smooth over the carnage.
“Yes”.
Her king remains standing a few feet from where she reclines on the frozen rock, hunched over the still-warm body of a future that has been so cruelly taken from her.
From both of them.
She could rage against Thranduil.
Blame his indecisiveness, his selfishness, for the death of the dwarf.
Had the king only dispatched his soldiers to the mountain, as both she and the wizard so implored him to do, trying to appeal to the heart he has forgotten how to use, much could have been different.
But grief has pushed the fight out of her. In its place is only hopelessness and a pain the like of which Tauriel has never felt before.
Legolas, her old friend, has left.
She did not notice when, or if he said something to her before turning away. At this moment, she has no space for him, either.
“If this is love, I do not want it”, she cries, hearing how desperate she sounds, as she looks to her king. “Please, take it from me”.
Thranduil does not move, but the icy unkindness from earlier has melted from his features. If Tauriel’s own eyes had not been filled with tears, she might have recognized her sadness mirrored in the king’s.
“Why does it hurt so much?” She cannot seem to stop herself, clutching Kili’s gloved hand in hers.
“Because it was real”.
Thranduil’s unwavering answer takes her aback.
She looks down upon the dwarf’s bloodstained face again. A single tear streak has painted a faint silver trail from the corner of one eye and down the side of his face.
She saw it fall when he died. When the orc’s blade pierced his chest.
Flecks of snow cling to his thick brown lashes. He is so beautiful to her, she thinks sorrow will tear her apart if she has to let go of him.
They just found each other. He gave his life defending hers.
Slowly, she bends her head and does what she has ached to do for days, what she should have done on the lakeshore when he pressed the rune stone into her hand.
She touches her lips to his.
They are still soft.
His are the first she has ever kissed.
If this were a children’s bedtime story, she would breathe life into him with her longing.
Only when Thranduil kneels on the other side of the body, does Tauriel remember the king is still there.
She thinks he will ask her to stand and come away, and is ready to protest, to cling to Kili. She will stay right here until his kin returns to claim him.
But Thranduil does not speak.
Instead, he does something very unexpected, his face suddenly a mask of concentration.
His strong brows have come together in a frown: He raises a hand and lets it hover over Kili’s head.
“What … what are you doing?” Tauriel has to swallow her sobs for the words to come out right.
The moment drags out.
The king lowers his palm to place it lightly on Kili’s chest.
Tauriel, wholly confused, idly wonders through her grief if this is the first time in all his many, many millennia that king Thranduil has touched a dwarf with anything but the pointy end of a sword.
“He is a fighter”, the king says quietly. There is wonder is his voice. “And he fights, still. So stubborn …”.
“W-what?!”
Thranduil looks up, meets her shocked eyes.
“His heart has stopped, yes. But his soul is still here. It is holding on …”.
Now it is Tauriel’s heart that nearly stops.
“How do you…how can you-”.
Her king’s attention has returned to Kili.
He answers Tauriel without looking at her.
“I have certain … gifts”.
In typical Thranduil fashion, the king does not elaborate, and his matter-of-fact tone does not invite questioning.
Yet for once, Tauriel is too gripped with emotion to be deterred.
“Can you bring him back?”, she blurts out. “Please, my king, please? If there is any chance … I … I would do anything. Please!”.
Bringing someone back from the dead is reserved for the most nightmarish, ancient evil magic.
Until recently, Tauriel had only heard nonsensical tales of the practise whispered, and even in those, the someones that were brought back, were dangerous, mindless shadow apparitions of their former selves.
But if what her king is saying about Kili’s soul is true …
Thranduil appears to hesitate before speaking but when he does, Tauriel feels as if he is reading her mind. She has sometimes suspected that that is indeed a secret gift of his. Another one.
“The kind of magic required to awaken the dead is not only forbidden, it is destructive to the natural order of the world. However, if the soul has not yet left the body-”
He pauses. Decides.
“It can be done, if done quickly. No matter the strength of the warrior, the soul will be forced to leave this plane soon after death has occurred. I do not know how this one is still here”.
Love, thinks Tauriel. She does not know if it is actually true, or if it is her hope speaking. He is still here because of love.
Then the other elf gasps. Thranduil regards Kili’s face with disbelief.
“Of course …”, he whispers. His palm flattens on Kili’s pierced armour, fingers spread out. “Elvish blood runs in his line. Many years back …”
Tauriel stares at her love. Her mouth opens and closes.
His finely defined face, the shape of his cheekbones, so different from most of his kin.
Except for his brother’s, and the dwarf king’s …
Impossible. Yet suddenly it makes sense.
Did Kili know?
No, Tauriel does not think so.
As for Thorin …?
“Tauriel”, the elfking says. His voice is even but insistent. It commands her full attention. “If I succeed in bringing him back to you, you must never speak to anyone of what happened here. Not a word, do you understand? Not to his kin. Not to him. Certainly not to the wizard … And not to Legolas”.
Something flutters beneath the deep timbre of Thranduil’s voice. A bottomless despair struggling to surface, to be recognized.
And Tauriel remembers what Legolas told her at Mount Gundabad. About his mother’s death there.
She draws in a breath as she looks into Thranduil’s blue, blue eyes, but the king holds up a hand, reading her like a book.
“No”, he says simply but firmly, and it is a no that silences her. A warning.
No.
The king then touches Kili’s forehead and closes his eyes.
Tauriel is squeezing the dwarf’s hand so hard her knuckles are turning as white as the ground.
Stillness.
And then the air seems to shimmer and fizz around them, thick with swirling magic.
The snowfall has stopped. Or it can no longer touch them.
Thranduil is muttering words under his breath that Tauriel cannot make out. He leans forward, long blond hair falling around his set face. The tips pool on Kili’s shoulders like a veil of fine silk engulfing him.
Time stands still, and Tauriel forgets to breathe.
She has no idea how many moments go by.
And then Kili’s chest rises, and his lips part.
And the dwarf gasps for air!
His whole body shivers as his eyes fly open to the sky, wild, wide, alive.
He is alive!
“Kili!” Tauriel cries out and takes his face in her hands.
Their eyes meet.
He blinks rapidly, like he has been pulled out of deep water. “Tauriel…” Shakily, he raises his hands to her face as if seeing her for the first time.
“Are you okay?”, he asks. His voice is hoarse but urgent. “The orc, is … is he-”.
“He’s dead. It’s over. We’re safe, we’re both safe”. Tears are streaming down her face. “I thought I’d lost you!”.
“I thought so too …” Kili looks at her with utter wonder and bafflement. Then he grimaces and reaches for the wound in his chest. “Ugh, this one hurts, though …”.
“He needs tending to and fast”. Thranduil stands. A tiny droplet of sweat glistens on his brow. Or perhaps it is a snowflake. Are they falling again?
“Tauriel, I would advise you to take him far away from here, and never look back, but …”
He speaks as if Kili was not there.
“What is-”. Kili tries to focus on the tall figure towering over him, but is too stunned, and in too much pain, to fully register what is being said.
Tauriel shakes her head at the elf king.
“He will want to stay with his kin. They have suffered enough loss”.
She thinks of Thorin. The dwarf king is dead.
Thranduil sighs.
“Yes, I anticipate he will want to do that …”
“Tauriel…”. The dwarf winces. She looks back at him. She will never lose him from her sight again.
She brushes locks of soft hair from his forehead.
Does not notice her elf lord leaving. She will never see him again.
“I had a dream that you kissed me”, Kili whispers, his eyes searching hers. “A kiss of love …”.
She smiles through her tears.
“It wasn’t a dream … my love”.
Despite his agony, a smile spreads on his face. A bright, wonderful, boyish smile amidst the hurt and loss. He will face them later.
“…Love”. He grins, actually grins, and tries to sit up, but Tauriel gently puts a hand on his arm to stop him.
“Do not move too much. You are badly wounded. We have to call on the others to come help, and patch you up…”
“Then come down here to me”.
He shakes off a glove. Weaves his fingers through her hair.
She dips her face to his.
He gasps when she recaptures his mouth.
His lips are still soft, but now they move, as well. Melting into hers.
He pulls her closer, his other, gloved hand finding the curve of her waist, and she has to remind herself not to crush his wounded chest.
She wants to drown in his arms.
When their mouths part, they stay nose to nose.
“Never leave”, Kili whispers. His warm breath tickles her skin.
All of him is warmth.
Home.
“I won’t. Never”.
High in the sky above them, eagles cry triumphantly.
She takes his hand. Presses the smooth, oval shape back into his palm.
“It worked, Kili”, she whispers against his lips, before kissing him again.
Deeply, hungrily.
For the third time out of a million more kisses to come over their many, many years together.
“It worked”.
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Thank you for reading!
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Sounds Like Flirting
Eddie x gn!reader, fluff, 1.1k words
From this prompt “it sounds like you're flirting with me” for Finnie’s (@stumachergf) birthday month writing challenge, pretty fluffy with a lil angst in the middle and a fun fluffy end
kinda feel like I could’ve done better with the flirty bits but i tried my best
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“Hey Y/N!” A familiar, and sometimes annoying voice, yelled across the cafeteria. You scoff and pay the lunch lady before making your way to your usual table with your best friends.
“What do you want, Munson?” You ask with a sigh as you reach the Hellfire table. You usually sit two tables away and Eddie usually only messes with you in class so the cafeteria was a different setting for his teasing.
“Oh nothing much,” he smirks, leaning on his elbows at the other end of the tables. “Just wanted to say hi.” He give you a little wave and you roll your eyes.
“That all? Don’t want to ask for my math homework? Invite me to join your little club? Profess your love for me? Just ‘hi?’” you tease, noticing a change in Eddie’s demeanor at your second to last question.
Usually he’s the one teasing you so turning it on him is a nice change. You’ve had a crush on Eddie for a while now and the constant banter and friendly touches he’d give you in class always made your heart beat just that much faster. You tried to make your flirting known in your reactions to him but either you weren’t as obvious as you hoped or he was just oblivious (or worst case scenario he noticed but wasn’t interested).
He’s quiet, thinking. “Ooh did I leave the great Eddie Munson, Dungeon Master, expert teaser and metal music connoisseur speechless? How’s it feel to have the tables turned on you hmm?” You laugh and start to walk away.
“Oh no Y/N I was just thinking about what I might spring on you in English later. But it’s a nice change of pace for you to start the teasing, a man likes to be pampered,” he says, making eye contact with you.
“Ah yes, a Dungeon Master must not get too much pampering, maybe you should get someone to fix that,” you flirt, turning to walk to your friends who you could tell were very impatiently waiting for you to get to the table so you could finish the conversation you had in homeroom.
“Y/N I do have to say, it sounds like you’re flirting with me,” he laughs.
“It’s about time you figured that out Munson,” you respond as you walk away, leaving Eddie actually speechless this time.
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You had felt Eddie’s eyes on you all through lunch and Science and are currently dreading having to sit beside him in English. Hopefully Eddie didn’t mind the banter and if he wasn’t interested maybe you could just play it off like a joke? Possibly?
When you got into the English room Eddie was already at his seat in the back right corner. He was looking pensively out the window beside him as you walked in and found your seat to his right. Keeping true to your promise to yourself, you waited for him to say something.
But he didn’t. The entire period.
Talk about being nervous: your knee was bouncing most of the class and you had to focus on not tapping your pencil on the desk for fear of death glares from your other classmates. The worst part is, you just wanted Eddie to tease you for it. To say something, anything, even if it was that he wasn’t interested. Literally anything.
The bell rings and you rush to pack up your stuff, pretty much running out of the room and towards your locker. You hastily shoved your books in your locker and took out the ones you needed for homework before trying to book it to the front doors so you could head towards the bus line, trying your hardest to avoid Eddie.
He has different plans though. As soon as you shut your locker and went to power walk to the front, you felt a warm hand on your wrist and the familiar cold of silver rings and hung your head back sending a little prayer up that he was just going to say bye and leave it alone.
Turning around you beat him to speaking, “Can you just reject me now so I can move on?”
He stares at you dumbfounded, mouth open halfway around whatever he was planning on saying. Closing his mouth he scans your face then does something unexpected.
He tugs you closer to him and your eyes go wide as he plants a kiss to your lips. When neither of you pull away the kiss deepens a bit, your eyes close and arms move up to his shoulders. One of his hands finds rest on your cheek and the other wraps around your waist. He pulls away and drops one more peck to your lips before speaking.
“I have been waiting to do that for months now,” he laughs. “I just couldn’t tell if you were flirting back at me or just playing along.”
“Jesus H. Christ,” you hang your head and rest your forehead on his chest. “I was trying so hard to make it obvious,” you laugh. You pick your head back up and meet his smiling face. “I honestly thought you hated me with the staring in the cafeteria and Science and the silent treatment in English. I was so nervous that I just fucked it all up and was going to try and play it off like a joke if you said you weren’t interested.”
“Oh no no no I wasn’t mad, I was trying not to ask you if you were kidding or not in the middle of class,” he laughs. “I mean to think the coolest person in school was flirting back at me for the last few months and I was too dumbstruck to see it? I thought I was dreaming. I was half expecting me to close my eyes and open them to me naked in the hallway like most high school nightmares.”
“I don’t know about me being cool,” you laugh and move to hold his hand. You walk together out of the now less crowded hallway and towards the bus line. “And here I was wishing it was all a bad dream and I didn’t just let the coolest guy in school know I’ve secretly been crushing on him for the last few months.”
“Oh now see I’m definitely not cool,” he responds, teasingly. “No if you want cool you need to find someone else to crush on.”
“No that’s ok,” you smile at him. “I’m pretty happy with the Dungeon Master.”
He smiles wide and kisses your forehead as you settle in to the bus line.
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TESCheer Week Two
It's that time of the year! The holidays are upon us and so is @tescheer! I might post week one at another time, but for now I hope everyone enjoys week two.
The prompt I chose was mountain with a bit of gray thrown in and an almost-kiss. This is set in a completely random time that doesn't follow through with my main fic, Cursed Dawn.
Also landed close to WIP Wednesday, so I'm gonna tag @friend-of-giants, @boethiahspillowbook, @elfinismsarts, @thana-topsy, @v1ctory-or-sovngarde, @umbracirrus, @bostoniangirl21, @arisenlicious, @vivifriend, @thequeenofthewinter, @mareenavee, @lucien-lachance. If you guys wanna participate in TEScheer, make sure to tag me! The prompts are so, so, so good and I want to see what you guys write. Love you all and happy holidays!
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Entirely in Vilkas POV. No warnings apply.
My knees ached as I trudged up the mountain, the snow crunching under my steel boots. Snow fell down leaving a fine layer atop the seemingly eternal blanketed mountain - The Throat of the World. A foolish feat to get to the top, yet I found myself more and more eager to take a peek at High Hrothgar. Entrance, of course, would be denied. But to have simply a glimpse at the looming structure atop the highest mountain and knowing of what legendary men were beyond the doors was enough for me.
A frustrated grumble was heard behind me and I turned only to roll my eyes as I was met with my clumsy shield-sister, the eternal pain in my side, as she had sunk knee deep into a snow mound. I couldn't help but chuckle as I reached out to grab her hand and yank her up in one swift motion, a sheepish smile crossing her features as she dusted off her thick leathers.
"Stop underestimating how deep some spots are, else you're gonna be doing that a lot more." I spoke with a firm, yet amused tone. She had every right to come with me on this journey, yet she was making it more of a chore than a thrilling trip. Her company, however, was not completely unwanted, though I would never admit it to her face.
"That's what?" She shook the snow off the thick cloak I had loaned her the day prior. She hadn't needed it, for vampires don't feel the cold, yet something inside me knew she needed that added layer of protection, if not to only feel normal once again. "Five times already." She finished in between shakes, the snow blowing directly into my face.
"Can you put it back on and stop waving it around? Bound to catch the attention of a mountain troll with all the noise you're making."
"Sorry." She spoke, though there was no indication that she actually was. I snorted before turning on my heel and continuing up the mountain. I could make out the shape of High Hrothgar. We were close.
It was silent again for a time, just the soft crunching of snow. It didn't last too long. As we rounded a steep corner, it took everything in my power to still my heart as Caterina slid and only stopped herself from toppling over the edge by shoving her back up against the thick trunk of a spruce tree. Something raged within me. An anger I had known very few times. Though why? I wasn't sure. I should be worried. Relieved that the tree had caught her. But I discovered the anger was stemming from fear. With no hesitation, I stomped my way towards her, my height and thick armor making my weigh too much to be dragged down the steep edge. That was something that the breton needed to be aware of; that no matter what, she was not made for these conditions.
It had been some time since I let my emotions get the better of me as I loomed over her figure pressed against the tree, both of us just a step away from sudden doom. I glanced behind the tree and was met with nothing but the gray night - snow and fog from the mountain making it look as though we would be jumping into a bed of fresh snow and not to our deaths down the rocky edges below. Cat held no fear in her eyes as she glanced at me with a cheeky expression.
"That would have been bad."
"How many times do I have to tell you?" I began, my eye twitching as I stared her down, her eyes quickly diverting away from me I was hit with an immense amount of frustration. In one swift motion, I placed a finger under her chin and forced her to meet my steel gaze. Her eyes held a surprised expression as she parted her lips as if she were about to speak, but quickly closed them as if deciding against pushing my buttons further. Smart girl.
"I'm going to say this one last time." I lowered my voice as I inched my face closer to hers. "Be careful."
I gazed at her lips. Thin and so pale of a pink that it almost matched the tone of her skin. The only hint of color was the slight inflamed area of her lip that she sucked in her mouth to bit down on when she was nervous. These days, it came all too often and I caught Serana scolding her many times for her careless action.
Caterina looked at me expectedly and seemed to inch closer towards my face, triggering something within me. Empathy. Relief. Perhaps even affection. Wait. Affection? Absolutely not. As much as I wanted to pull her into my embrace and take those slightly damaged lips and press them firmly against my own… no. Yet my mouth was so close to her own that I could make out the sharpened points of her teeth as she parted her lips slightly as if she needed more air. In a quick motion she closed her lips, smiled, and affectionately pressed the tip of her nose against mine.
"It's Saturalia." She mumbled softly, her sudden voice taking me by surprise.
"What?" I opened my eyes and stared down at the breton as I yanked her from her dangerous position at the base of the tree. She made a soft noise at the sudden movement, but recovered quickly as we reached flat, non-dangerous land much to her relief.
"Saturalia. We need to hurry and get back before this coming up night, remember? I don't think anyone would ever forgive us if we missed the gift opening ceremony." She laughed as she rubbed at her cheeks before quickly placing her hands at her sides as if realizing that she still can't feel the cold.
"Phantom sensations again?" She only nodded in response. "And don't worry. So long as you don't get into more trouble, we should be able to make it."
"Good." She spoke with elation. "Because I have a really good present for you."
"What's that?"
"Me, of course."
"Wait, what?"
Her laugh was infectuous. "I'm only kidding. I'm not for sale and even if I was, you couldn't afford me." She joked. I couldn't help but smile at her impish behavior. "Now come on. Let's hurry. We have a party to get to soon."
And so we both continued, but for reasons unknown, I didn't want this time to end. I didn't want to share her with the others. I wanted her all to myself this day and had absolutely no plans on hurrying. Neither did she for that matter as she suddenly found herself getting stuck in another mound of snow.
I smiled.
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LEGEND OF ZHANG
summary: After Korra's death, the new avatar came to the world know as Zhang Kaito, born to a not so rich earthbender family. His mother Alia was a very powerful earthbender a great grand daughter of Toph herself. His father Li was a non bender, as well as his younger sister Jing.
Follow a joureny of Zhang and his friends as they climb their highest goals.
CHAPTER INDEX: PINNED POST
CHAPTER 1
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"So you're telling me... You might be the Avatar?" a young ginger boy asked his best friend.
"Yes, Kai, I already told you two times," Zhang answered, his fists pounding against the tree. Kai leaned against another tree, observing his frustrated friend.
"I don't want this! I want to be a normal teen!" Zhang yelled in frustration. "Mom stormed off at the dinner table, Jang went out with her boyfriend, and I haven't seen Dad since yesterday," he added, punching the small tree.
"Maybe you should take a breather, huh?" Kai suggested, offering a slight smile as Zhang took deep breaths in front of him. "It can't be that bad, right? I mean, what if it was just a coincidence?" he proposed, attempting to calm his friend.
"If it is true... I won't be able to have a normal life, Kai. So no, it's not okay," Zhang lamented.
As Kai prepared to respond, a group of teens from a wealthier family approached them.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't the wannabe Avatar," a girl with blonde hair pulled up into two buns remarked, wearing a light green Earthbender dress.
"Go away, Yue," Zhang muttered. "I don't need you and your rich brat minions invading my space right now," he retorted, turning to face her.
"Are you going to bend me away, Avatar?" she taunted, while her friends chuckled. "I'm so scared," she faux-pouted, provoking an angry glare from Zhang.
"I'd watch my mouth if I were you," Zhang warned.
"What are you gonna do, you weakling?" she laughed, stomping on the ground, causing it to shift and a boulder to hit Zhang, sending him flying.
"Zhang!" Kai yelled, rushing after his friend.
"Next time, make sure not to mess with me," Yue sneered, turning to walk away. Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground, surrounded by water, as she screamed in fear. Kai and Yue's friends froze in terror.
Zhang stood there, his eyes glowing bright blue, indicating he was in the Avatar state. "Zhang, stop!" Kai shouted, approaching the boy. Placing his hands on Zhang's shoulders, he pleaded, "Please stop it. It's scary." Slowly, Yue was lowered back to the ground as Zhang collapsed into Kai's arms, tears streaming down his face. Yue ran away in fear.
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Alia paced back and forth in her room, her son sitting on the edge of her bed. "How could you do this to the Chen family?! This is going to ruin our reputation!" she yelled angrily. Zhang hung his head in shame.
"I don't know how to control it," Zhang whispered. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Seeing her son's remorseful expression, Alia sat down beside him, enveloping him in her embrace. "No, it's me who should apologize. I'm sorry for yelling," she admitted.
"I don't want this, Mom. I just want to be normal. What is Dad going to say?" Zhang sniffled, wiping away his tears.
"Your dad is going to be proud of you. I know that," Alia reassured him, gently rubbing his shoulder.
"I could have hurt her if it wasn't for Kai. He brought me back from it," Zhang said, a small smile forming at the memory.
"He really is your best friend," Alia agreed, smiling warmly.
"He is," Zhang nodded in agreement.
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Jeng strolled beside her boyfriend Chen, hand in hand, through the bustling city square. The area was teeming with people, children darting about, and a man shouting about cabbages. For Jeng, it was a familiar and ordinary scene.
"Wanna grab a drink?" Chen suggested to his girlfriend.
"We could head to that quaint tea shop around the corner. I've heard they serve amazing jasmine tea," Jeng replied, flashing a smile up at her boyfriend.
"Lead the way, love," Chen chuckled, allowing her to guide him along.
Jeng pushed open the door to the crowded shop, finding a free spot by the window towards the back. The waitress promptly approached their table.
"I'd like some jasmine tea, please," Jeng requested politely.
"I'll have the same, thanks," Chen added with a smile. The waitress left, leaving them alone again.
Suddenly, the café door swung open forcefully as Fire Nation soldiers stormed in. Fear gripped the patrons and staff alike.
"I am Damien, leader of the Fire Nation army. We need to know the whereabouts of the Avatar," Damien demanded, sending whispers rippling through the room. Jeng's heart raced with fear for her older brother.
"We need to leave," Chen whispered urgently, and Jeng nodded in agreement.
"We mean no harm, but Fire Lord Otami demands the Avatar, dead or alive," Damien reiterated, signaling for his soldiers to search the premises.
"Chen, I'm scared," Jeng confessed, her voice quivering. Chen took hold of her hand under the table as the soldiers scoured the café.
"Please, come for us, Zhang," Jeng whispered, her plea barely audible amidst the chaos.
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