#he was excited to have a torture dungeon Before he got the mark

[quietwingsinthesky]

SAM: Nice work back there. "Look at me, bitch"? DEAN: Well, hey, you got another snappy one-liner, I'm all ears. SAM: What I'm saying is – it looked to me like you were enjoying it. Maybe too much.

this exchange is hilarious. sam, what are you talking about. he literally always acts like this. he loves insulting monsters and then beheading them, it's like his third favorite thing to do. i'm sorry, the only reason i'm being clued into the fact that dean's being hit by mark of cain madness is because the music gets scary, i really don't think sam would notice when dean is just kinda. being normal. this is just how he does his job. he's a bit of a freak.

#like i have noticed them using dean torturing as like 'oooo scary he's enjoying it' but like. they torture people every other week. #he was excited to have a torture dungeon Before he got the mark #i think maybe dean is just a freak #spn liveblog #anyway. mark of cain should have more fucked up and weird effects. im telling u dean should be hearing amara's voice. or like. whispers. #dean should be trying to eat the shit he kills like fully chows down on things trying to get at their souls inside #it should be playing on him being a hunter. he should start hallucinating people with fangs or demon eyes. an excuse to take them out. #idk man! be more weird with it!

[fallin-4-ya]

spilled amortentia

spilled amortentia 

cedric diggory x reader

summary: y/n and cedric diggroy hated each other, but when things finally start to turn around for the two some secrets about some spilt amortentia will be confessed.

warnings: bickering, enemies to lovers & that's all! (gif is not mine, credit to owner!)

requested? yes/no

words: 2.1k

Y/n didn’t like Cedric Diggory. Borderline hate, if she was being honest with herself. His stupid smile, his stupid eyes, his stupid laugh, his stupid face. He was just so nice, so genuine, so handsome. And y/n wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Cedric didn’t like y/n y/l/n. Nearly hated her if he was being honest with himself. Her stupid hair, her stupid lips, her stupid voice, her stupid face. She was just so beautiful, so intelligent, so funny. And Cedric wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

Their not so friendly hatred, competition, began third year. Nobody really knows why it began or how it started, but just that it was best you steered clear of the two when they were in the same room as each other. Something to do with potions class and a spilt amortentia, and that’s about all anyone could remember.

The charade went on for nearly three years before anyone had anything to say about it. It wasn’t until sixth year when y/n’s friend Hannah turned to her in the common room, daring to question her.

“Why do you hate Cedric so much?”

“Hannah, I don’t hate Cedric,” y/n placed a hand on Hannah’s shoulder. “That would imply that I cared.”

She smiled sarcastically at Hannah, turning out of the common room and into the corridors. Y/n huffed and rolled her eyes. Yes, she might have hated Cedric, but she was right about one thing. And that, was not caring about him.  y/n went on with her day, dreading the afternoon that was to come. She had double potions with Cedric.

y/n had been Cedric’s potions partner since third year. Of course, she had no idea why, as their last names so far apart and they clearly didn’t get along. Perhaps Snape had it out for her ever since she gifted him a bottle of shampoo once. But, that wasn’t the point. The point was is that she would have to spend a whole double period of potions sat beside Cedric with his horrendous, shiny hair and those horrible, rosy cheeks of his.

She gagged just thinking about it. However, the funny thing was that they had been quite the pair their first two years at Hogwarts. They could always be seen together between classes, studying in the library and even sat next to each other voluntarily. Things changed though, the following year. Cedric and y/n sat beside each other in potions, their task for the day was to brew a beginner’s batch of amortentia. Seemed simple enough. Challenging, but straight forward.

It all happened so quickly. They had just finished brewing their potion and Cedric was the first one to learn across the desk and sniff the potion. His face when completely white, looking at y/n with bulging grey eyes. She laughed, “What is it, Ced?”

“Nothing,” He answered back quickly. “Why don’t you have a go?”

Cedric pushed the cauldron towards y/n and before anybody could see or have time to stop it, the entirety of the pot tipped over and spilt all over her. Her breathing stopped and her eyes flickered up to Cedric Diggory with glaring eyes. She hardly had any time to realize what her potion smelt like because she stormed out of the room so fast and so furiously, that Cedric had no time to respond. 

And it wasn’t until she was half way through the corridor when she cursed herself, because of bloody course she had to stink of Cedric Diggory. The boy who she smelt in her amortentia.

That wasn’t even the worst part, because their potion was so strong for the next week she had boys and girls alike following her around the school like puppies. Chasing after her because she stunk of their desired scent. At that point she looked far beyond loving the boy she had smelt in the love potion. She vowed that day to hate Cedric Diggory forever, and word caught onto Cedric pretty quickly because he didn’t even look her way after that.

Their new form of communication strayed farther from the wonderful conversations they once held, to quick insults thrown at each other. When eye contact was made, which was rare, eyes would either roll or simply look the other direction.

y/n shook her head, trotting off to the dungeons to where her two hours of torture would begin. She exhaled sharply, taking her seat next to the brown-haired boy. Cedric shifted in his chair, feeling the presence of y/n.

“How are you today, y/n?” Cedric asked, a tone of annoyance in his voice.

“I didn’t even know you could talk,” scoffed y/n.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

The girl laughed, “Exactly what I said it meant. Not like you ask me how I am on a daily basis, let alone speak more than two words to me unless you have to.”

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” Cedric said back, a smirk plastered onto his face.

“Oh, you got me on a good day, wee one.” She smiled brightly from ear to ear, then turning back to face professor Snape at the front board. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach, a nervous excitement. Before she identified the feeling, the lecture began and all attention had shifted from the pit in her stomach to the black cauldron inferno of her.

She couldn’t recall the last time she had a conversation that lasted longer than four seconds with Cedric.  y/n had forgotten how soothing his voice was and his dry sense of humor had always brought a smile to her face. Yet rather than harboring these thoughts, she shook whatever she was feeling off, immediately remembering why she hated the boy. Though, however hard she tried, the next week those soft sorts of feelings made their way to the surface more often than not. And it seemed as if Cedric felt the same way.

Rather than their usual cold greetings, they acknowledged each other with nods, then the following week, a casual smile, the next a wave. The students at Hogwarts felt the world shift, because were Cedric Diggory and y/n y/l/n actually getting along? Nobody could believe that the two could co-exist in the same room without ripping the other’s head off. It became even more baffling when he approached her on more than one occasion outside of class.

It was a rainy day and y/n sat in the library working on a charms essay. She flipped mindlessly through the books, searching for something about a confundus charm; however, her searching was interrupted by a loud stack of books hitting her table.

“Oi!” She gasped, startled by the noise. The source of it being no other than Cedric Diggory himself.

“Good afternoon to you, too.” Cedric grinned.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers.” y/n remarked back, mindlessly reading through the pages of her charms text book.

“Listen, I need some help with the potions essay.” Cedric asked. She cocked her head at him, he looked rather nervous to ask for something as simple as help with a potions essay.

“Sure,” y/n shook her head. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Cedric thanked her and exited the library as swiftly as he came in. She then headed back to the common room herself, joining Hannah, who was sat by the fireplace.

“So,” Hannah started cautiously. “What did Cedric want?”

“Nothing really,” y/n sighed. “Just asked me for some help in potions that’s all.”

She shrugged and went back to writing. Hannah face palmed, looking at her friend with a disappointed expression, “You honestly believe Cedric Diggory wanted your help in potions. He nearly does all the assignments for you in class and has top marks in all his subjects.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” y/n looked up from her parchment.

“Wow, you are so bloody thick.” Hannah replied, shaking her head.

Anya, a girl in the year right below the two, laughed. She quickly brought her hand up to her mouth and went back to focusing on the book she was reading. y/n sharply looked at hear, “What are you on about, Anya?”

Anya plopped her book on her lap and laughed mockingly, “Seriously?” She beckoned the two girls who sat in front of her. y/n sent her a look, a mixture of confusion and anger etched across her face. Hannah sat in silence sharing looks with both girls.

“Well, y/n, if you really need me to spell it out for you,” Anya sighed. “You love him.”

y/n let out a laugh so loud the entire common room turned to face the group of girls. This had been the funniest thing she had heard in a long time. Tears formed in her eyes, however her laughing ceased when she looked back up at both Hannah and Anya, who held straight faces. “Why aren’t you two laughing?”

“Because-“ Hannah hesitated. “Because you are. It’s practically plain as day. You talk about him nonstop, really. Not to mention the way you look at that boy, its plain to see for anyone. You can convince yourself you still hate him, but we all know that’s a load of hippogriffs”

The two girls looked back at y/n, her lips pressed tightly together. Her thoughts danced rapidly in her mind. Visions of Cedric Diggory swarmed her and her pit in her stomach was replaced with butterflies. Did she actually like him? Was the hatred she gave him just a coverup for how she truly felt? Was she really that scared? There was no doubt that she held a deep resentment for the boy, although now a days she may even consider him an acquaintance, but love?

His stupid eyes, his stupid smile, his stupid laugh, his stupid face– oh. 

She felt heat climb up to her face, turning red in an instant. y/n shook the thought, the possibility, of her loving a boy she swore to hate. She rolled up the parchment she was working on and stormed from the common room.

Trying to clear her head, y/n paced around the castle. She found herself sitting in an empty corridor, watching the sun setting from the window. A presence appeared.

“Mind if I join you?” the voice called. y/n’s head snapped up, Cedric. She nodded, motioning the space on the bench besides her.

“It’s beautiful,” Cedric said, watching the colors of the sky melt into one another.

“I suppose it is,” y/n replied, her lips tugging into a faint smile. “Reminds me of when we first came to Hogwarts, how magical everything was.”

“The good old days,” Cedric smirked. He paused, taking a deep breath. His grey eyes flickered up at her, a warms encased in his gaze. “Y/n, there’s something I have to tell you.”

He looked at her with shy eyes. y/n felt it all come up, her emotions and her thoughts, awaiting to come out. But she couldn’t let them. She stood up instantly, taking Cedric by surprise.

“No!” she shoted. “No, you can’t do this! I vowed to hate you for the rest of my life. And that's exactly what I’m going to do!”

“Are you serious?” Cedric deadpanned.

y/n looked him straight into his eyes, “Of course, I’m serious. You spilt a whole cauldron of amortentia on me.”

“We were thirteen.” He said back to her, almost sounding confused.

She huffed at his answer crossing her arms, “Well, Cedric, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t the dumb boy I smelt.”

The words fell off her tongue quicker than she could think about them. y/n gasped, throwing her hand over her mouth. Cedric stood very still, staring blankly at her. They both waited for the other to say something further, but neither of them could find the words. Cedric was the first to break the silence.

“Wait, you­—you smelt me in your amortentia?” he asked slowly. y/n shook her head, looking towards the ground. “Y/n, that day in class, why I spilt the potion, I didn’t mean it. I was just so in shock because you were the girl I smelt in mine. I was so caught up in the moment. I wish I told you sooner.”

y/n’s head shot up, locking eyes with him. Cedric smiled sheepishly, a blush crawling up his neck and onto his cheeks. “Cinnamon, linen and citrus. That’s what you smell like.”

“I don’t know what to say, Cedric,” y/n smiled. “You just smelt like that horrible cologne you used to wear third year.”

Cedric laughed heartily, letting out a hey!

“Kidding,” she giggled. “Kidding. Fresh parchment, apple pie and autumn. Quite lovely really.”

Cedric took her hand, wrapping it in his. He pressed his lips gently against her knuckles, and for a moment it felt as if they were thirteen again running around the corridors, drinking butterbeers and being kids again. Where they didn’t know hatred for one another.

y/n took a deep breath, flickering her eyes up to meet his. She looked down at his lips and he leaned it, pulling her into him. His hands glided up to rest around her face, where he dived into her. It was like they had belonged there for eternity and they had been too blind to see each other in all of the perfect beauty they bestowed. All because of a nervous boy and some spilt amortentia.

(‘I still can’t believe you spilt the entire cauldron on me’ ‘Oh, shut it.)

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric x reader #cedric x y/n #hufflepuff #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #amortentia

[i-see-you-now-you-see-me]

Papa don’t preach (DYVLONY series)

Pairing: Wavy Kun (NCT Kun) x Reader (number 6. You)

Can be read seperately, but advise to read other parts of DYVLONY series for some characters who appear to make more sense.

Word count: approx 5k

Warnings: some violence, light bondage, smut scene, unprotected sex 18+ people

enjoy reading under the cut, also- hit me up if you like or dislike, feedback is always appreciated! Love you!

Papa, don’t preach

*10043567901; 1102033149001, Planet DYVLONY*

-So, this is your kink dungeon? – you (number 6) asked, giggling.

-No, - Kun sighed, - this is the wine cellar…

Your laugh filled the room, as funny as it was, with Pastor Kun you never knew, if he was telling the truth or if he was lying. After the first sexual encounter with each other, the desire in both of you were on a thin thread that was about to burst soon. How many nights where you over Pastor’s lap, tears in your eyes, your ass sore from all the spanks that were delivered… and how many nights did Pastor Kun enjoyed your beatings on his broad back and shoulders? Even when his body was covered in red markings, he asked you for more, and every time he did, it only made you clench your thighs together to soothe the need.

-Ahh, Papa, why so boring?

-Papa? – Kun re asked.

-We have a song where I come from, and it’s very popular, - you said, - you want? I sing for you?

-No, thank you, - Kun refused, - I am afraid my ears will bleed…

-Hey!!! – you shouted and smacked his shoulder playfully.

Behind closed doors it was exactly as Kun had said- a wine cellar. Nothing dodgy: just normal cellar, with stacks of bottled wine on racking.

– This is it? Really? I was hoping for a proper spank room.

Kun turned his head to look at you.

-Naughty girl, - he whispered, - everything is meant for spanking with you, isn’t it?

-Well, yes and no, - you explained, - I enjoy spanking, especially from you, but noooo, not everything, it’s more of a fun thing to say.

-Not to me, - Kun retreated. – when you say something about that, you know I will dwell on it all night.

You caught his stare and bit your lip. Walking over to the racking, your hands wandered over the expanses of expensive bottles. Some stickers were missing, so it means, they must be very old, but out of the old ones, there was one, that had not a single dust on it, and it made you curious. Kun’s eyes lingered where you walked. As soon as you went the right direction, Kun was starting to take off his pastor mantle.

-This is odd, - you stated reaching for the bottle.

-Is it now? – Kun was right behind you, as you wanted to turn, his hands blocked your movements, - Pick it up…

He said in a smooth voice. You gently touched the bottle and once you did, it made a cracking noise and you heard something moving.

-Oh my god! – you were shocked, - there really is a kink dungeon!!!

Kun turned you around, there was a panel that had moved from the ceiling, now towards the cellar ground, it looked like a bed post without mattress, on all four sides there were leather cuffs, chains hanging from both ends.

-How do you like it? – Kun asked, voice like honey, you were awestruck.

-Uhm, - you choked on saliva, - I am not too sure.

-I made this for us, - he stepped forward, touching the leather with his hands, only then you noticed he wasn’t wearing his mantle; he was left in trousers and white tank top.

-Who is going to be tied up? – you asked, turning towards him, - me or you?

-It’s up to you, - he simply stated, - come on, I will show you the idea.

You were next to Kun, as he opened the cuffs.

-This is for your arms, - he pulled you until you were sat on the panel, - but first, let me take this of you.

Opening your classic onesie, Kun stripped you down to bra and underwear, didn’t help much that the undies had a hole, leaving your bottom bare to his eyes, as you stood up to take it off.

-I did say I only bought them as a joke, - Kun laughed, - I didn’t think that you would actually wear them…

-Anything to please my pastor, - you simply replied, - I’m being a good girl, aren’t I.

-Aha, - his hand swatted your ass cheeks, grabbing onto them before holding onto your waste lovingly. His lips reached for your shoulder, peppering kisses starting from your shoulder blades, then towards your arm, you tilted your head savoring the feeling of his lips on your body. Turning you around, his lips attacked yours, his tongue asking for entry, which you provided him with. Soon you were attached to the leather cuffs, your legs spread apart.

-How is it?

-Not that comfortable, - you said with a laugh.

-What is it? – Kun asked.

-I feel like I know where this is going, - you said, - I am a very dirty minded person.

-I know you are, but I hope you are wrong, - Kun checked if you were secured to the panel, leaning in and kissing your ankles, and then each knee. – how do you feel about overstimulation?

-Oo, - you bit your lip, - are you treating me?

Kun nodded.

-Yes, - you smiled at him eagerly, - make me cry if you want to.

-If at any point it is too much…

-I’ll shout “papa don’t preach?”

Kun took a moment to realize, that it actually is not a bad idea, he nodded in agreement.  The next thing though, he didn’t warn you about. A slight buzzing sound reached your ears as you looked down where the sound was coming from.

-You have those? – you gasped in shock, at the same time Kun pressed the buzzer closer to your womanhood, and then seemingly changed his mind.

-Yes, we do, - he simply stated while focusing on the task, once he set a nice buzzing on the lowest setting, he put it right onto your nipple, the sensation making you come alive. Left nipple and the right one, till the peaks were both equally excited. – What a good girl, indeed.

Leaving the vibrating toy on one of your nipples, Kun delved his tongue in your wet folds. Your cuffed legs leaving you without a chance of moving anywhere. He was licking and sucking, and kissing your lower lips, his tongue entering your vagina.

-Ah, Kun, - you moaned loudly. Feeling the pressure climbing higher you were ready to let go any minute.

Feeling your walls tighten around his tongue, Kun knew you were getting closer to your orgasm, and just before you could reach the hot ecstasy, he stopped. Your breathing was shallow, short breaths leaving your mouth. You did say “yes”.

-Oh god yes, - you moaned out, - fuck!

Once the swear word left your mouth your womanhood was rewarded with a smack, and then another, as you tried to pry away from Kun’s punishing hands. Choking on your own moans, you didn’t know you could make sounds like this, the whimpers escaping your lips. Once your breathing was back to normal, Kun returned to his task. This time he moved the buzzing wand straight to your folds, separating your labia with its head. Pastor changed the speed setting to a higher one, leaving the toy at your other entrance. The massage of your anus made you clench pathetically about nothing, and Kun’s lips returned to your clitoris, sucking and letting go, keeping up with the rhythm. You knew you must be dripping now, Kun will have a lot to clean when you are done, but you had no time to think too much about it, your body arching from the panel.

-Not too tight? – Kun asked to assure you were alright.

-Ahh, - you moaned, - fucking peachy…

Kun sat up, his palm reaching to pinch your nipples, while the buzzer was snug at your butthole. Reaching for your neck, he held onto it while looking you directly in your eyes. Then with a swift movement he stopped your air flow, just for a few seconds, letting you go after, and repeating it again.

-I don’t like when you swear at me, - he simply smiled at you, you nodded your head, - So, what was that? Not tight? Everything alright?

-Yes, - you said, small tear forming in the corner of your eyes. – Ahh, I need more, Kun…

He took off his shirt, leaning in for a kiss. His wandering hand brushing passed your pelvis, two fingers entering you, his soft lips absorbing your cry. There was barely any resistance, and Kun moved his fingers freely, setting up a speed so good, your legs started shaking.

-Don’t think about coming, - he whispered licking at your now bruised lips, you could only nod.

The pressure was building fast; you were on the brink of reaching the peak, when Kun got up, his fingers leaving your core, grabbing the toy away from you. Your teary eyes were a sight to behold, as Kun licked his fingers from your nectar.

-One more? – he asked, and you nodded.

Kun again reached for you, his lips tracing a pattern from your jaw line, towards your neck, your breasts, smooth flowing kisses on your tummy, on each side of your hip bones, his hot breath now on your pussy. Parting your legs to his liking, his lips got back to business, his tongue delving straight into you. The buzzing returned, as he pressed the want at your swollen bud. More tears escaped your eyes, as your moans got louder. You were feeling the tight coil forming in your belly, knowing it will be the end soon, but as you were to reach the sweet peak, Kun was fast to stop you, stepping away from you completely.

For some reason, this felt like a torture, and you were ready to shout the three safe words you established, tears streamed down your face. Normally you would be alright, but this was far from alright. How Kun managed to do it so fast?

Did you really like him that much?

Would you miss him if you were on Earth?

Was he the only one who had given you the taste of what you truly desire?

Yes.

-Papa, don’t preach, - you whispered quietly.

Kun leaned in to unfasten your cuffs straight away, pulling you in for a back hug against his chest. He soothed your vulnerable body, his touch like feather all over you.

-Shhhh, - he whispered, - it’s fine, as long as you are ok.

Taking off the cuffs from your legs, he let you rest your body on his.

-I’m sorry, - you said, - i… I don’t know what happened…

Kun fastened your onesie around you, taking you with him upstairs, once in the bathroom, he made you sit down in the shower, while he prepared the water that cascaded down your back.

-Careful with the hair, - you said with a small laugh, - don’t want it in my butt crack later.

Kun washed your hair, taking a cloth; he washed down your body with lavender body wash, drying you of in a towel, giving you a few pecks here and there.

Later in your room, (yes, your room, as much as Kun felt the need to have you by his side every night, you were not ready to share that kind of commitment with him, not yet) you replied the events in your head. Why did it feel so weird? What’s the issue you can’t pull yourself together with?

Kun is amazing, you are sure of it, he would have rewarded you with an fire scorching orgasm after that, but why weren’t you ready?

It’s like your own bad thoughts and insecurities coming back to you… why were you single at your age? Why were you running from your life, scattering away with one night stands that didn’t lead anywhere? What if you had never been on that damn space ship? Where would you be now?

You finally realized your escape mechanism. Don’t get too close, they might run away. Run away like many had before, scared of commitment. Where you not turned into one of them? Loners searching for sex, disappearing into early morning, the walk of shame like an everyday routine?

There was a silent knock on the door, and you turned around to see Kun, who walked closer to you.

- Sorry to disturb your sleep, but I forgot to tell you something. There is a wedding tomorrow, - you nodded, as he sat down on your bed. – so, I won’t be home for a bit.

-Ok, - you nodded. – are you preaching?

Kun nodded, moving his arms to tug you in.

-Are you alright? – Kun’s smile reassured you to speak up, as he noticed your eyes wandering everywhere else but him.

-I… - you started, - your previous relationships? How… you know, how where they?

-Well, for a starter, I haven’t met anyone like you before, none of my previous partners knows what I like, if that’s what you are asking. I didn’t really have a relationship, only one before I became a pastor.

-What was that like?

Kun breathed in as if he remembered his past. At first, he looked deep in thought, and then he played with his hands and fingers a bit, before starting.

-She was a prostitute, - you nearly gasped. Kun was fondling with his rings, not looking at you as he continued. – But I was not a pastor at that time. Let’s say like this – my first sexual experience was anything but sexual. I was a bit of a nerd, going to church on Sundays, following books and doing a lot of reading, but as the night fell, I became the sex obsessed beast in the sheets. Her name was Paulina. She kept my bed warm for a bit, and she taught me how to please a woman right, so I am grateful for that. Before she died, I was in studies, last year when I had to choose what to do next, but I hadn’t really made plans. A friend of mine asked me to join his fathers’ company, because, once he finished, he would become the next CEO. Paulina discovered that she was ill, and her days were numbered. So she asked me- when you go to the church, pray for me to go to a good place after I die, please? I didn’t know what to say but “I will”, she died before I told her that I prayed for her every Sunday, and that I heard the god’s will for the first time. I learned that the god only spoke to people who are destined for something great. Father Gabriel told me he trusts that god took Paulina with him to White Haven. Even through hurt and pain, I put my faith into god and followed his plan for me…

Your hand reached for his, squeezing tenderly, Kun leaned down to kiss the top of your palms, kissing your forehead next.

-Sleep tight, baby girl, - he whispered and you nudged him.

-Ew, no, - you laughed again, - where did you get this from?

Kun left you not giving an answer, whistling as he walked out. You closed your eyes and for some reason slept right through the morning. Your own thoughts that troubled you before- gone without a trace.

*

-Dong Sicheng, long time no see? – Pastor Kun greeted his fellow classmate.

-Long time it is, I hear you have an alien living with you, - Kun nodded, Sicheng’s remark was ok, but his voice tone made it feel unsettling in his mind.

-I do, she’s a very kind human, and I am happy to provide her with comfort…

-Amongst other things, I presume?

-On the contrary, - Kun spoke softly, - are you still against humans, WinWin?

The nickname made Sicheng cringe, and he swallowed hard.

-Anyways, I should be heading back, I’ve paid my respects, see you some time later? – not even waiting for an answer Sicheng left, disappearing around the corner.

Kun opened his bible, reading the last lines of the “White walk” evangelism:

“Two souls becoming one are set to be forever entwined. A heart will beat in unison with a heart, till the end of both their days, walking hand in hand in white…”

*

-Who…. Who are you? – Intruder surprised you, as you were to go get a drink. There you saw a figure dressed in all black. He/she had his/her back turned on you.

-Ahh, I hate this, normally, trust me, if I had a choice, I would not be doing this, - when the figure turned around a woman with dark hair was staring at you.  – There is always a different approach, but I cannot waist any more time.

-Who are you? – This time you spoke more strongly, your voice not quivering anymore. Why the fuck did he sound like a dude when it was clear she was a woman? Or was it the other way around?

-Sweetie, there is no need for that, - she said, - where is ye dear old pastor?

Her voice was laced with venom as she was belittling Kun.

-Oh, come on baby, don’t be such a tease, - her hands reached for the knife, your eyes darted around to look for a weapon to defend yourself. – I really hate to do this, you know…

She was walking towards you, your hand reached for the first thing you could grab, and before she could attack you, your hand swung the chopping board right in her face. Out of nowhere Kun ran inside the kitchen, going straight away, blocking Guanhee’s movement with his own body, the knife delving deep in his chest. You screamed in shock, Kun’s body going limp, as he was falling backwards, your bodies sinking towards the floor now.

-Ah, why the bitch face? – Guanhee spoke again. – it’s your fault…

-No, it’s yours, - you said, wiping the tears with your palms, - it’s your fault and you will fix this.

Where did you get the courage? You had no idea. But as you stood up, taking the chopping board once again, you went full on attack mode. Swinging the board wherever you could reach, Guanhee was down on the ground sooner than expected.

-Now, bitch, - you bit back her own words, - call the fucking ambulance before I break your face!

You saw a slight movement from her side, but your reaction was faster as you kneaded the stranger between her legs. To your surprise when she grabbed her crotch you understood that she was a he.

-Call the ambulance!!! – You shouted once more, and she complied. Then turning back to Kun, you reached for him, sitting back down on the floor, putting his head on your lap. – Hold on, please Kun… please.

Your silent whispers didn’t reach his ears, as he was losing consciousness. You heard a slight rustling, but turning around- Guanhee was already gone. Why did she not attack you one more time? Why did she leave empty handed?

The sound of sirens were heard in the background, as more tears escaped your eyes.

-Please, Kun….

*

-He suffered quite a blood loss, but he is stable now, the weapon didn’t reach any of his internal organs, so it’s mainly a slight damage on his breathing system.

The Doctor walked you towards the hospital room where Kun was at. He was a well- known member in society, so the council had provided him with a VIP room. When you approached him, he had his eyes closed.

-I’ll leave you to it then, - Doctor Delilah bid you goodbye as she left.

You sat on the chair next to Kun’s bed, too scared to reach for him just yet.

-I won’t bite, I promise, - Kun whispered unexpectedly making you yelp. The more you looked at him, the more teary your eyes got. It started slow, tear slipped from the corner of your eye, then another followed by another tear. – Shhh, I’m ok…

He reassured you, reaching for your hands.

-You cannot move, - you said, wailing, your cries leaving your mouth, - you have to stay in sleeping position.

-Only if you come closer, - he smiled and soon you were pulled in a warm hug.

-Kun, you cannot… - you whispered.

-I can, I am not fragile, god is watching over us… besides… I need to tell you something.

Your body relaxed in his arms once more. His hands touched your hair, then he cupped your cheeks and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

-I received a message, while I was at the wedding. - Kun started, - He has blessed us… you and me, so I am thankful to be with you… if you feel the same, no pressure if you do not. I want you to feel comfortable when around me, and I think I am ready for the next step. Are you?

When you nodded in agreement, his lips reached for yours again.

-That’s my baby, - Kun smiled giving you pecks all over your face. Tracing your tears with his fingertips, Kun wiped the pain, fright and the inner demons away. You had found your safe haven in his arms, and one thing for sure, you don’t ever want to leave. Not this time.

***

-Don’t touch the blindfold, - you chastised, making Kun respond with a huff. You switched roles with him, since he still was on lighter duties, his body still wrapped in bandages. He was positioned on a chair wearing only loose sweatpants, his hair disheveled from the shower he had few minutes ago. – I really miss you.

Your hands traced a pattern on his torso, slightly grazing his abdomen, making Kun bite his lip. You reached in for a kiss, just a small peck really, to leave him hanging.

-Are you ready? – you leaned in whispering in his ear.

-Oh yes, - he whispered back, giving your body the same reaction, sending shivers down your spine, light goose bumps covering your skin. You left him by himself, walking to the kitchen, pouring two glasses of water.

-Hold this for me, - you said, giving him one glass and the other.

-What is this? – he asked, confused.

-Did you think I was going easy on you?

-No, I was hoping for extra, with you it’s never vanilla, - Kun giggled, - also, if I wasn’t mistaken, you wore lace… so not vanilla at all.

When he had a good grip on both glasses of water, you grabbed his dick through his sweats. He gasped, some water spilling from both glasses.

-No, no, no, - you whispered, - when you spill water, I give you a punishment…

Your hands travelled up his torso again, reaching for his head, you sharply tugged on his hair, his head falling back, a moan slipping past his lips. You kissed him harshly this time, nipping at his lips, licking at his jaw, kissing your way down his body. Your lips had reached his left nipple, his right one was still covered with bandage. Tugging on it with your teeth, you heard Kun whisper something quietly. He held onto the glasses much stronger than before. Teasing was always fun and two can always play this game.

Sitting on his lap you took a test grind onto his crotch. Your lace covered panties did nothing to hide your wet arousal sipping through. Your lips drank from Kun’s again, your hand in his hair, the harder you ground onto him, the harder you pulled at his roots. You kissed at his mouth, the corner of his lips, dipping your finger in one of the glasses, tracing a wet patch all over his body. Tugging at his trousers, Kun stood up, so you could take them off.

His penis stood proud, waiting for what’s next. Your wet fingers touched the base, a slight touch on the head, and then a sharp tug, your fist around the shaft. Kun gasped the air- your hand moved up and down a bit, your thumb touching the head, massaging the small bead of pre-cum formed at the top.

-Remember not to spill the water, - you reminded him.

Getting down on your knees, you took his length in your mouth, welcoming his dick in your wet cavern. Sucking lightly on its head, you let him deeper in your mouth, letting his dick hit the back of your throat at its own accord. Setting in a nice rhythm, Kun moaned every time you sucked him deeper, his moans like a delight to your ears.

-Ahh, I’m so close, - he moaned out.

Feeling him tighten his muscles a bit, you noticed his abs flexing, as soon as he was about to come, you stopped completely. Breathing in slowly, Kun got his breathing back to normal.

-Let’s go, - he said, ready to resume what you were doing. – Tease me more, baby…

The nickname made you giggle again, what exactly was he playing at using it?

You enveloped his cock again, licking the underside of his shaft, sucking only on the tip, the taste of him bitter on your tongue. Shifting on your knees, you fisted his length, sucking on his ball-sack, Kuns’ sharp breathing returned, he was getting worked up very quickly, and as soon as you noticed him shifting around a bit more, you knew how close he was and when exactly to stop.

You stood up, kissing Kun’s lips again. Taking one glass, you took a sip from it, and put it back in Kun’s hand. Leaning in you tapped on his lips, and Kun opened them. Letting the water slip from your lips into his mouth, he swallowed greedily.

-More? – you teased and he nodded.

You reached for the other glass and did the same, more water spilling on Kun’s jaw than his mouth.

-Don’t spill the water… - you whispered one last time, positioning yourself on his lap, his cock at your entrance. Moving your underwear aside, your wet cunt finally touched his hard on. Moving yourself lower and with the help of your hand, Kun’s dick slowly pushed inside of your tight walls, convulsing around him straight away.

-Sssooo tight…. – Kun choked on a moan.

-Mhmh, - you whispered, it felt like teasing Kun had affected you more than you’d like to admit. Feeling yourself lose so fast while riding him, pain in your joints already, you were ready to give up.

-Fuck this, - Kun said sharply, dropping both glasses on the floor, water spilling everywhere, his hands onto your waist, not wasting any time fucking into you, meeting you halfway. Taking off the blindfold, he leaned in for a kiss first, then attacked your breasts through the lace bra, biting and sucking through the material. – not comfortable…

He stated, picking you up, your legs around his hips, as he walked you to the closest flat surface. Kitchen table will do. Sitting you down to it, his pelvic movements returned, his hands groping on every fleshy bit of your body, lips sucking bruises on your neck, while your hands returned to his hair again.

When your vaginal walls were tightening on his length, Kun pulled out leaving you empty and breathless.

-Shit! – the swear word left you lips, Kun disapproved.

-What was that? – he leaned closer to you, - I quite couldn’t catch that… care to repeat?

You nodded a “no”, but got rewarded with a smack on both of your breasts.

-Come on, - he pulled you up to stand, as he flipped you over, pressing your upper body down to the cold surface, sliding his counterpart straight back into you, both of you moaning in unison.

His hand reached for your front, finding your clitoris in no time, giving you that one last push, making you come instantly, his pelvic thrusts not stopping, till he was spilling his essence inside of you.

-One more for me, baby, - he teased again, rubbing on your sensitive nub, this time making  you scream out incoherent words as you reached the sweet peak again. Pulling out, a whine left your lips and Kun gathered you in his arms, helping you stand, reaching for some water to quench your thirst. He helped you both shower, dressing you only in a shirt. – Would you like to sleep with me?

-Kun, we just did…

-I mean like, in my bedroom… make it our bedroom?

You nodded. Both of you were under the covers straight away.

-You are a strong woman, - he said, kissing your temple, spooning your body.

-Why do you call me baby? – you asked, interested.

-Don’t you like it?

-Uhm, not really, - you responded.

-Agh, - he played, - you are hurting my feelings!

Turning back to face him, you stared at his profile for a bit, before closing your eyes.

-So, it’s official? – You asked. – Who am I to you?

-My girlfriend, my beloved, my future wife, - Kun stated leaning in to capture your lips again.

-Future wife? – you thought for a moment before responding, - I’d like that.

-You’d like that? – Kun smiled.

-I would…

*

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[laceymorganwrites]

Your weapon

Word count: 2,087

Pairing: Zeldris x fem!goddess!reader x Meliodas

Warnings: threesome, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (both receiving), slight dubcon

A/N: I don´t know how it ended up like this, this whole thing is a mess 

Purgatory was the last place one would think about when being on the quest to find love.

Well, you weren´t really on a quest, you just wanted to prove your mother wrong who told you you couldn´t be loved. You doubted you yourself could love.

But here you were, running away from ´home´ and escaping the tortures your mother did to you.

You weren´t a goddess anymore, your mother modified you into a monster.

Her intent was to produce the perfect weapon to obliterate the demon race, so naturally she used her own daughter to experiment on.

She used all sorts of magic to make your emotions disappear, she injected you with demon blood and did other horrible things to you so that you would satisfy her need for war, destruction and despair.

You experienced the first sign of happiness when you let yourself get caught by one of the princes of purgatory, Zeldris.

He had a proud smile on his face as he chained you up in the dungeon prison, he thought he caught the weapon, not the broken girl.

You couldn´t really blame him, instead you felt a wave of relief coming over you as you stood a midst the cold brick walls.

“Thank you” you tried to smile at him, if felt weird, you never smiled before but it felt like an instinct, if felt right to do when you were happy.

Zeldris frowned.

“If you try to pull anything, me and my family will kill you” he stated without any emotion.

“Thank you” you said again, leaving him confused and infuriated.

It was finally over, you were free, and should you fall into your mother´s hands again, they would end you.

Everything was going to be alright, you could rest assured.

Soon another prince was getting you out of the cell to bring you to the demon king, he wanted to be sure of your intent.

You knelt down in front of him and waited until he told you to speak.

“My mother sent me to exterminate your race, however that is not my intention. I want to thank you for saving me. I don´t wish to ever return to her, she´s a cruel woman” you told him, you didn´t know how you could speak so freely. Your mother would never let you, you were scared that she would hear you now somehow and scold you, but she didn´t come, everything was silent.

Peace.

It was the first time you experienced inner peace.

“I understand. You are allowed to walk freely” the demon king told you, making you bow your head in gratitude.

The castle was huge, but you didn´t realize you got lost, everything was so great and impressive.

You opened a door and hot steam hit your face, blinking a few times you realized you just stumbled into the bathroom where Meliodas was taking a bath.

He didn´t notice you at first, you stood silently in the doorway, not knowing what to do.

Should you just close the door and leave? But it was so nice and warm, you wondered how the water felt.

“Do you want to get in?” Meliodas asked you as he noticed you.

You nodded, slowly closing the door and entering the bathroom.

Fumbling with your clothing, you allowed yourself into the warm water. Usually you only splashed yourself with cold water to get clean, the thought of taking a bath to relax never once crossed your mind.

As you sunk into the water, a sigh of relief left your mouth as you closed your eyes, just enjoying the moment.

Meliodas´ eyes scanned your body, hunger blurring his thoughts. You were beautiful, he found it hard to control himself around you.

The demon inside of him told him to kill you at sight, but the bigger part of him told him to make you his.

“Thank you” you said, meeting his gaze and letting your arms rest beside you, you were on full display for him now.

Meliodas didn´t even try to cover up the fact that he was staring at your tits, he was so fixated on them that it was hard to hold back from touching them.

“For allowing me shelter...I don´t know if you realize this, but your family saved me” you explained after a little silence.

“And what do you have to offer as a sign of your gratitude?” he husked, his demonic aura taking over and darkening his eyes.

“I could become your solider and fight my clan with you” you stated, pledging your loyalty to the demon clan.

Meliodas smirked and put a wet strand of your hair behind your ear, the water droplets form his body fell down on yours and pearled down your flesh, he followed them intensely with his hungry eyes.

“Didn´t my father make it clear already that you fighting days are over? You´re gonna have to come up with a better way to show your gratitude” he purred, his eyes resting on your tits.

You thought about his words for a while in silence, the air around you was hot, the steam from the water rising up and making you dizzy.

“I have nothing to offer you… I only exist to fight, it´s the only thing I´ve ever known” you answered after a while, it frustrated you, suddenly you became hyper aware of yourself. You wanted to be your own person.

“I think you´re offering me quite a bit right now” he darkly smirked at you and you tilted your head in confusion.

“I...I don´t understand” you quietly admitted, furrowing your brows and helplessly looking at him.

His smirk widened, you were such an innocent one… he´d love to corrupt you.

Meliodas got awfully close to you and still wore that lustful smirk as he whispered in your ear how gorgeous your body was.

“You think so? I never put much thought into it… the only thing I needed this body for was to fight” you reckoned.

“You missed a lot of fun things you could do with it then. Do you want me to show you?” he husked into your ear to which you subconsciously nodded.

You had to admit you were quite curious.

Your breath hitched when Meliodas got even closer to you, you could feel his hot breath on your skin, wet strands of his hair fell in his face and droplets of water glistened on your skin.

A moan escaped your lips when his lips met the skin of your neck, it wasn´t soft.

No, Meliodas violently sucked on your neck, growling and leaving marks.

Though you didn´t mind, pain was a foreign concept to you and you felt something new with this… something exciting.

At the same time his hands found your boobs, squishing them rather roughly, enjoying the feel of hot skin.

His mouth wandered from your neck to your throat, then below to your collarbones and finally he had your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and gently nibbling on it. Meanwhile with his other hand he pinched your other nipple between two fingers and circled it between them.

The feeling was overwhelming and you couldn´t quite control your body as you let out a rather loud moan.

Meliodas´ demonic aura was evident as Zeldris entered the bathroom, having heard your moan even downstairs.

“What the hell are you doing, brother? You´re hurting her” he called out and glared at him, trying his hardest not to stare at your beautiful bare form in front of him.

“She can´t feel pain anymore, it doesn´t matter. Besides, she´s not complaining. Why don´t you join us?” his tone was bitter, but he could see how badly his little brother wanted to have you as well.

Zeldris hesitantly undressed and let himself sink into the warm water next to you.

His eyes gazed over your skin, taking in the bruises his brother left.

Hesitantly he came closer to softly kiss each and every one of them, pulling you closer to him, his arm resting around your waist.

He pulled away for an instance and locked eyes with you before locking lips.

His gaze was so full of emotion you couldn´t read but would understand eventually.

And his kiss… it made you feel things you never did before, it was like the rush of going into battle, but so much more intense. And so much more… safe.

When his tongue touched yours, you felt a rush going to your middle and held on tighter to him.

While Zeldris was making out with you, Meliodas came up behind you to leave more marks on your neck and to caress your ass.

You felt yourself subconsciously grinding against his length as you flung your arms around Zeldris neck to deepen your kiss.

Soon Zeldris scooped you up to sit you down on the brink of the bath, his hands resting on your legs, softly tracing them over your skin.

“I´m sorry for the way I treated you before, I´m gonna make up for it now” he gently said and looked up at you before spreading your legs.

Somehow his words left an anticipating feeling in your stomach and you watched in awe as he started licking up your entrance.

Zeldris was so concentrated, sucking on your clit gently and awakening new sensations in your body.

He had to hold your legs down because they started shaking so much.

But that didn´t stop him from continuing his work as he dove his tongue into your pussy, immediately pressing it against your g-spot.

You felt your hips buck against his face, craving more.

The friction already drove you crazy and you didn´t quite know how to react to all these new feelings and sensations, however your body reacted on its own and you couldn´t hold back your moans and mewls.

You never wanted this feeling to stop and it got even better once he added his fingers, moving them in and out of you at a rapid pace.

Meanwhile he came up again and kissed you passionately, you returning it in the same way.

“I-I want to please you too...” you breathed out after you separated for air.

Zeldris blushed deeply at your boldness but couldn´t deny you, so he now took your place and sat down on the brink of the bath.

“I´m also not done with you yet” Meliodas called out and made you bend over,  placing a knee between your legs and spreading you open.

You felt a rush of excitement go through you as you felt his length press up against you, entering you in one swift move.

A cry of pleasure left your lips and you leaned down over Zeldris´ cock to circle your tongue around his tip.

He sucked in his breath at that and gripped your hair, whimpering as you continued and now put it in your mouth to suck on it.

Meliodas meanwhile slammed his hips into yours unapologetic roughly and that way you were forced to take Zeldris deeper into your mouth.

Saliva was dripping down his cock, coating it and he moaned loudly, your own moans only adding to his pleasure.

You could hear Meliodas´ low growls and grunts from behind you, the way he gripped your ass tightly and used you to his own pleasure was exciting beyond belief.

And then there was Zeldris who looked at you with such emotion in his eyes, something so pure and warm, it was like a flame that wouldn´t burn you. Something you never experienced before. The way he ignited said flame inside of you, in such a different way than his brother did.

Meliodas made you dizzy with pleasure but Zeldris made you fuzzy with feelings.

And as the realization hit you that what you were feeling could possibly be love, you let a wave of pleasure overcome you.

Meliodas still pushed in and out of you throughout your orgasm until he came inside of you, his cum leaking and dripping out of you while Zeldris came in your mouth, you tried to swallow it all, but it was too much and so some of it drizzled down your chin.

Meliodas pulled out of you and you also let go of Zeldris to catch a breath.

“You did well” Meliodas smirked and left you two alone.

Zeldris held your collapsed form and cradled your back while you gazed up at him with tired eyes.

He proceeded to wash your body gently, cleansing it and kissing your marks again.

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[fromtheo-withlove]

Villain (very broken) whumpee, Hero reluctant caretaker.

Thank you, i love your writing.

Thank you Anon! I love this trope, so I was super excited to write it. I maybe went a little overboard with the word count!

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Hero was gathering supplies for his upcoming mission when the base security system alerted him to someone outside. He quickly pulled up the security footage, realizing with relief that it was just Vigilante. He sighed. How many times had he told him to call first?

He entered a few key strokes to open the door and let Vigilante inside. He had seen Vigilante’s arm in a sling through the security camera, but only noticed his limp when he walked into the room.

“What did you get yourself into this time?” he asked with a disapproving look.

“Um… It’s a long story… It’s actually a pain in the ass to walk anywhere, but I really needed to talk to you, Hero.”

“Okay. What about?”

“Well, you’re going on a recon mission to Supervillain’s base right? That’s what you’re packing for?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes, I’m going. No, you’re not coming with me.” He shook his head. “Damnit, Sidekick needs to keep his mouth shut.”

“No, no. I’m not that much of an idiot – I’d trip and get myself killed within a minute if I went on a mission right now,” he said, gesturing to his leg. “I have a little favor to ask actually, while you’re there.”

Hero raised his eyebrows. “What kind of little favor?”

“Umm…. Well maybe it’s not so little. But it’s life-or-death, Hero.”

“Vigilante, just come out with it already. What do you want me to do?”

“Supervillain captured Villain. I’m here to beg you to rescue him, please.”

Hero chuckled. “Villain? You’re joking, right? What, are you worried that he’s there unwillingly? He’s probably sitting down for breakfast Supervillain as we speak. They’re on the same side, remember?”

“No, you don’t understand. I know he’s there unwillingly. It’s how I got injured in the first place. I heard a rumor and went to check it out. It was true – he was in Supervillain’s dungeon and, Hero, he was in really rough shape. People who are on the same side don’t torture each other like that. I couldn’t get him out because I was spotted. I barely escaped at all.”

Hero shook his head. “Okay, so maybe he’s there unwillingly. But what am I supposed to do? Free him to go cause more issues for the city? Maybe get someone killed in one of his ridiculous heists or schemes?”

Vigilante wasn’t going to drop this. “If you want, keep him prisoner yourself. Turn him in to the police. Anything would be better than whatever Supervillain is doing to him there. Villain is a criminal, but he’s not a horrible person and he doesn’t deserve this.” He looked at Hero pleadingly. “He even saved my life once… I was too embarrassed to tell you, but I got myself into a stupid situation when I first started out. He took down some thugs and let me free. That’s not how an evil person acts.”

Hero sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll at least take a look in the dungeon and see what I can do.”

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The mission had gone without a hitch so far. Hero had the files he came for. He could leave right now, tell Vigilante he wasn’t able to help Villain. A part of him desperately wanted to do just that. But he knew deep down that Vigilante was right about Villain. He did bad things and had almost accidentally gotten civilians killed in the past, but he wasn’t evil and he didn’t deserve to be tortured and killed in a dungeon. Hero figured he could keep Villain in his base until he figured out what to do with him. He could handle his attitude for at least a few days.

He crept down the stairs towards the basement, watching for any traps or guards on duty. Luckily, his planning seemed to have paid off and he made it to his destination quickly and easily. He should have a few minutes to get Villain and start heading back upstairs before the guard on patrol walked by.

Mercifully, most of the cells seemed to be empty. Only one door was closed and locked. That’s where Villain must be. It took him a minute to find the right key on the key ring he had stolen, but eventually he heard the lock click and the door opened.

Inside, the cell was dark, but Hero could make out a person huddled in the corner. They got their flashlight out and turned it on.

Villain flinched and let out a whimper. He was trying to retreat further into the corner, make himself smaller, but there was nowhere for him to go. It seemed Supervillain had taken his clothes, leaving him in a pair of briefs. He was on his knees, ankles bound together. His arms were tied tightly behind his back. A blindfold covered his eyes and a cloth gag was pulled through his mouth. His body was covered in bruises and cuts, and he had what appeared to be whip marks across his back. Hero watched as his body shook with sobs and whimpers.

Hero felt sick.

This was more than he had bargained for, far more. But he didn’t have much time. And now, there was no way in hell he was leaving without Villain.

“Hey…. Hey…. Villain, it’s me, Hero.” He got down on his knees and went to remove the blindfold first, but Villain pulled away frantically when he felt fingers graze his face.

“Shhh…. I’m not here to hurt you.” Hero knew he didn’t have much time to coax Villain into calming down. He had planned for an annoying, sarcastic Villain who could walk himself out of here. Not a terrified, traumatized man with so many injuries.

He reached for the blindfold, more gently this time. Villain was scared, but seemed to realize he had nowhere to go. Hero was able to ease it off his eyes. He did the same for the gag. Villain panted, looking up at Hero with raw panic in his eyes.

Hero did his best to look calm and kind. He looked at Villain reassuringly. “Listen, okay? I’m here to help, I’m getting you out of here.” Got to work cutting the ties on Villain’s wrists.

Villain looked confused and the panic didn’t leave his eyes. “H-hero?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. We had a bit of a rivalry going, remember?”

Villain’s eyes grew wider. “I-I’m so s-sorry. P-please forgive m-me.”

“Hey, no. I’m sorry, I was just joking around. Let’s focus on getting out. If I untie your legs, can you walk?”

“I-I don’t think so, I-I’m sorry,” Villain broke into sobs, as if he had failed a test. “P-please, l-l-let me c-crawl.”

Hero couldn’t handle seeing Villain like this, plus they really needed to move. Without another word, he scooped Villain into his arms. He hardly weighed anything, Hero realized angrily.

“Villain, I need you to stay quiet.”

Villain gasped. “Y-yes sir.” He continued to cry softly, but wrapped his arms around Hero’s neck and pressed his face into his chest.

Hero would address the “sir” issue later. For now, he navigated the halls quickly and silently, desperate to get Villain to the car waiting outside. Finally, he reached the door.

When they reached the car, Hero noticed that Villain was shivering in the cold. His eyes were tightly shut but Hero could tell he was very much awake. Hero gently put Villain into the backseat and placed his jacket over him. His blinding anger at Supervillain unintentionally bled into his tone. “We’ll be to my base soon, I’ll take care of you there.”

Villain didn’t respond, but he felt his stomach drop. “Take care of you.” He had naively hoped that maybe he was being rescued, but he knew that would be too good to be true. In a way death would still be a mercy, more mercy than he knew he deserved... He fell asleep thinking about the horrible ways Hero might decide to “take care” of him.

[freefallingup13]

Kicked (Jaren’s Puppy)

This one has some more descriptions of where Toni and Jaren live, and the coven they live with. There’s some pretty vulgar stuff going on, you’ve been warned. Jaren is not a nice man.

Taglist: @emreads

Summary: Jaren, the leader of a wild, warmongering vampire coven, likes to keep a few werewolves as attack dogs. Some of the  werewolves the coven keeps - like his favorite “Puppy” Toni - are his personal pets.

CW: This is a pet whump/slavery fic, if I continue to post more of this story there will be dubcon. This piece in particular has non-con touching (non-sexual), implied non-con, implied murder, blood mention, alcohol mention, fire mention, human trafficking (as livestock) mention, dehumanization, head injury, Whumpee is a girl, and the Whumper is called “Master”. (Also for anybody squicked by this specific trope, a second lady whumpee is held in a man’s lap as he taunts her and eventually injures her as he throws her away.)

The party was loud, as they always were. Toni focused on trying to keep her eyes closed, trying to ignore the whooping and hollering. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

On the bright side, she could focus on the smells more than the screams.

Beyond the stairs she laid herself on was a large dirt clearing in the middle of camp. All around were tents, ramshackle huts of leather and stone, cages made from tied-together dungeon doors. The other wolves were restless, pacing back and forth. Some of them were half-shifted, stuck in between human and wolf form; most of them preferred to be in their wolf form. It was easier to take the abuse that way. 

The huts belonged to the troops. Most of them were empty, thanks to the celebration. The half-open huts near the clearing seemed to be the only ones that were occupied. (She tried to forget that the outer huts would have people within.) The vampires screamed into the night like wild animals as blood and alcohol dribbled down from their chins. Well - “dribbled” was a polite way of saying how messy they were.

In the clearing was a large bonfire, towering to the sky. The ground below it was always charred to black, even on a normal day. Some of the younger vampires were being dared to jump over it, to run through the flames. Some of them took up the dare, coming out with sooty marks and charred clothes. They would throw their fists in the air with a cry of victory before being swept away in the cheering crowd.

They were all so immature. They were out of control.

But that was the way Master liked it.

Morale was high, there was a feast to be had. The coven whose territory they had taken over this week had hidden a town, hidden a quiet trade of prey. Of course Master had opened it up to his troops once the health of the humans had been verified.

She scrunched her eyes tightly. That was as far as she would think about it. Humans were only livestock here. Nothing else. There was no need to think any further - there was no need to listen.

A frustrated shout to her side made her whimper, cowering onto the stone steps. At the end of the clearing, on top of a hill covered with stolen stone steps, was her Master’s throne. A mishmash of leather, stone, antler and bone, it was an intimidating, chaotic sight. He sat on it now, on layers of animal hides, with another girl in his lap.

“Come on,” Jaren cooed as he wrenched her hands away from him. “Don’t you think it’s nice? Everyone’s happy.”

“No!” the girl shrieked, struggling to get away from him. He only had one arm around her waist, but as a human against a vampire, she had no chance of getting away. “You’re killing them, you’re killing us-!”

“Oh, I’m not doing a thing,” Jaren laughed, grabbing her face roughly. He turned her gaze to the crowd by the fire, the writhing and screams that were a mix of torture and excitement. “You think they didn’t do that to you? You think that family didn’t have their fun, with every single one of you that disappeared?”

The girl hissed, shutting her eyes to avoid the sight, squirming to cover her ears. Jaren wouldn’t let her - he knew her wrists were starting to bruise in his hand, the way she yanked at them so hard. “The Calates protected us!” she yelled. “They kept us safe! The sacrifices were for all our good!”

Jaren couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh, crossing one ankle to his knee and pulling the girl closer. “That’s so fucking cute,” he chuckled as he grabbed her hair, pulling her face close to his. “You meant nothing to them. You were just food. Compliant food, at that. Your village made it so easy for them…”

The girl tried to hide it, but it was overwhelming. The frustrated shriek that broke through her clenched teeth as she tried to hit him only made him grin.

Toni winced, curling up to the side of her Master’s throne. She tried to keep her eye on the fire, fire was nice. Fire flickered, always changed. It would eat everything weak that it was given, then sputter out when there was nothing left to consume. She watched now as pieces of the Calate estate were thrown in. They’d looted paintings, furniture, architecture. The sight of wardrobes full of clothes being emptied onto the fire made her look away.

She didn’t want any reminders that people had been living. They were gone now. They were all dead. They didn’t matter.

A sigh escaped her as she tried to rub at her eyes. It was too much. She’d been good, staying chained up next to Master the entire night so far. This, though, she couldn’t take any more of it. The screaming, the burning, the blood. Worst of all was knowing what people were doing to their prey in the huts on the outside of camp, trying to get their privacy as they-

She shook her head roughly. Don’t think of the dead. They would all be dead, they didn’t matter.

Toni just wanted to go to bed.

Suppressing a whine, she got to her knees, peeking over the armrest of his throne. “M… Master?”

“Huh?” He’d been in the middle of taunting, his hands steadfast on the girl’s hands. Those hands were surely broken by now, with how purpled they were from bruising. “What is it, Pup?”

“Can- Can I-”

She didn’t get to finish.

In one, desperate lash, the girl kicked out while Jaren was distracted, trying to twist away. She was on his lap, it wasn’t her fault that she was lined up so perfectly. Her slippered foot hit Toni in the head with all the girl’s strength in her fight for freedom, all her fear.

The explosion of pain made Toni cry out, though she wasn’t sure if she could hear it or not. All she knew was there was some thud, her head shook, everything was falling. She was falling, rolling down the steps until the chain around her neck tugged taut. Her yelping was cut off with a choke as she was forced to a stop, and she gasped for air. 

Somewhere she heard shouting as she tried to claw at the chain around her neck. A distant scream, closer than the others. She saw a blurry shape through her tears, vaguely human, blood and deep wounds covering the front as it was thrown down the steps to the fire.

Cold hands cupped her face, made her look up. There was something warm and sticky on one of them. It felt comforting to feel something warm. She tried to open her eyes, but she shut them again with a long whine. Everything was too bright, too much.

“Fucking christ, get the vet!” Master. That was Master. He sounded like he was shouting, but everything sounded so quiet and foggy. 

The chain was unwrapped from her neck, and she took as many deep breaths as she could. Somebody was holding her close, keeping her head still with one hand - she could tell the familiar smell of her Master anywhere. She tried to bury her face into his shirt, tried to beg for comfort. Speaking was impossible, with the thud echoing in her head.

There was a commotion of voices around her, though it was only her and her Master there. No- a third hand, turning her face away from her Master. This hand was gentle, opened her eyes with their fingers, patted her cheek when she whined. She was the one who was in Master’s lap now, getting checked by a doctor-

No, no. A veterinarian. Vampires didn’t need doctors. Pets and humans did. 

“She’s a little out of it, it’s possible she’s gotten a concussion,” the voice was saying, much clearer to her Master than to her. “She’s going to need rest, plenty of water. Give her more meat and fish with her meals, it’ll take a little over a week for her to get better - she’ll be pretty confused for a while.”

“That dumb human bitch,” Jaren seethed under his breath, holding Toni tighter to him. “Not a single mark on my Puppy, and one fucking human comes around trying to kill her like an animal.”

“Well, she’ll get bruises from the chain, too, from the looks of it,” the “vet” said, pointing at her neck. Pale blond hair fell over carefully cleaned clothes as she leaned closer to the pair. “I can already see the marks. She fell pretty hard?”

“The little bitch kicked her as hard as she could,” Jaren snarled, starting to stand up. “Rest and more food, you said?”

“Yes. She might have trouble with lights and sounds, as well. And like I said, she’ll be rather-”

“She’ll be confused for days, I know,” Jaren groaned, propping Toni up so her head rested against his chest. “I’ll be taking extra good care of my Puppy, then.”

“Nothing too rough. Preferably, nothing at all.”

“Are you joking?” Jaren scoffed, turning to look at the girl in front of him. “She’s perfect as she is, you think I want her to go mad and ruin it all? I don’t want her head hurt. Of course I won’t do anything.”

Bored red eyes stared back at him as the girl brushed her hair behind her ears, then crossed her arms. “Agreed, Sire,” she said simply. “Go on, I’ll make sure the party doesn’t wear anyone out too much.”

“You play second-in-command too often, Cora,” Jaren growled as he turned to his home, an abandoned castle, repurposed for the wild coven he ran. “Let them have their fun. Why don’t you do the same?”

“Because your drunk troops get my doctors drunk, too. And they attack the dogs,” Cora said, her chin tilting up. “If I didn’t stay sober, there’d be no one to treat them.”

Rolling his eyes, Jaren began walking to the castle doors. “Whatever you say, you boring girl,” he called over his shoulder. “Lighten up a little.”

“You brought me to the darkness yourself, Sire,” Cora called back as she headed back down to the steps. “So you’re stuck with me there as it is.”

#whump #lady whump #whump scenario #whump drabble #whump writing #whump series #Jaren's Puppy #Jaren really is just an asshole tbh #It's like his whole purpose in life and he loves it #tw: noncon touch (nonsexual) #tw: implied noncon #tw:implied murder #tw: blood #tw: alcohol #tw: fire #tw: dehumanization #tw: head injury

[sanutopia]

Fever Dream [M]

park jinyoung (got7) x fem!dom

Request:  I was interested in a reading where jinyoung would be a hard business man and he would go to a dominatrix play session to unwind

A/N: I was originally going to write this as y/n being the dom but the more I wrote, the more I liked the third person POV? I didn’t use any names so if you want to imagine it as being you, go ahead! hehe but I hope that’s okay with you guys and I hope you like it :) xo

word count: 2,641

[fem!dom, sub!jinyoung, swearing, use of restraints, edging-ish, slight pain kink??? (jinyoung receiving), begging, spitting, cum eating, handjob, use of a cock ring, a smidge of degradation (if u squint)]

He can’t ever remember a time he wasn’t this tense. Jinyoung had worked hard the past five years to excel at his position as an executive secretary to one of the biggest CEO’s in the area. Yeah, the guy was sort of an asshole but Jinyoung was one of the only one’s tough enough to endure it. Everyone in the building knew Jinyoung had a hard persona - stoic, serious...cold, almost. He fit in well with the higher up’s. For the past three months, he’d exchanged multiple calls with other executives from Hong Kong, Tokyo, and New York City to set up a business conference in which he would pitch what the company has to offer and why international investments would be beneficial. This was important to him and his job, and his stress was building up by the day.

This day, in particular, hadn’t gotten off to a good start. He got a ticket on the way to work (which he was almost late for), the coffee machine is broken, and now the phone call he’s in the middle of does not seem like it’s going to end well. To his dismay, he’s right. One of the companies he had reached out to withdrew their interest in investing.

Luckily for him, sharing the news with the CEO didn’t get him fired. He did get yelled at, yes, but at least he was still employed. This day added up with the past few months was enough to make Jinyoung realize he’d had it with work. He needed a getaway.

When he got home that night, he took what felt like a boiling hot shower and had a drink. The drink gave him the courage to do something he hadn’t done in a while. He picked up the phone and called an old friend.

“I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.. what can I do for you?” her voice sends chills down his spine. It sounds deeper through the phone, almost like she knew he was going to call. The last time he heard her voice, he was begging her to cum. He never forgot the last night he spent with her, and his dick certainly didn’t forget it either.

He skips straight to the point. “I need your help. Please tell me you’re not busy tonight.”

She chuckles into the speaker, “Come on over youngie, I’ll take care of you.”

He hangs up and downs the rest of his drink, grabbing his keys and wallet and heading out the door. He has the entire cab ride to get in the right headspace and prepare himself for what’s to come, and he doesn’t get more than halfway without getting a raging hard on. He gets to the street’s corner and tells the cab driver to stop there, thinking he could use the fresh air before getting to her house. She lives in a peaceful neighborhood in a cute, innocent looking house, which he thinks is ironic considering her basement is a soundproof sex dungeon like something out of a movie. His legs are becoming shaky now, both out of nerves and excitement, both of which he feels again walking up the steps to her front door. He knocks lightly, and five seconds doesn’t pass before the door opens. She opens the door and smiles gently at him, “Come in, angel. How have you been?”

She’s changed since the last time he saw her; her hair is a little longer and darker, she has a couple more tattoos, and her olive skin looks soft as ever. Jinyoung takes a deep breath, just mentioning how tough and draining work has been and also apologizing for being out of touch for the past few months.

“You don’t have to apologize, Jinyoung. You can make it up to me in a little while.” He gulps lightly with that statement, watching her reach a manicured hand up to the doorframe, where she retrieves a gold key. She unlocks the basement door and opens it, motioning for Jinyoung to go down first.

Nothing has changed down here, the walls are still the color of red wine, different toys being used to decorate the walls, complete with whips, riding crops (his favorite), strap on’s (her favorite), and multiple chests, where she stashed away everything else. In the middle of the hardwood floor is a white wooden chair, which is where she directs Jinyoung to sit after watching him get completely undressed. His aching cock is already standing against his lower abs as he sits there, looking up at her as she smirks down at him, starting to strap his hands to the armrests of the chair along with another strap that comes from the back of the chair around his chest.  

“Do you still remember our safe word?” He nods. “Purple.”

“Good. I was hoping you didn’t forget.”

“Let’s see if you can still last as long as you could a few months ago.” She pulls out a black cock ring and kneels down to meet his gaze. She slides the ring down his shaft and he sucks in a breath watching her, her nails coming down to scrape fairly hard up and down his thighs when shes done. She pulls a remote out of the satin robe she’s wearing and presses the top button without remorse. The ring starts vibrating at the base of his dick, and he’s half tempted to bust his load right then and there. She stands back up slightly and looks him in the eye, “I’m gonna go finish getting ready. I’ll take as long as I want and if I come back down here and see that you came, you’ll get punished. Do you understand?”

He couldn’t answer quick enough. “Yes mistress.”

She hums and he hears her steps getting distant from him until she slams the door to the basement. He lets out a heavy breath, nails white from clenching the armrests. His hips twitch every other second, and the vibrating ring isn’t going to let up anytime soon. In fact, he swears after a few minutes, the vibrations intensify. His hips are rutting as much as he can considering his upper body is mostly restricted and there’s already a thin film of sweat starting to coat his forehead and chest. The pearl of precum runs down the head of his cock and he only ruts his hips harder, the legs of the chair scooting against the floor until he’s almost up against a wooden pillar that stands in the middle of the room. He’s so close to cumming he can almost taste it, and he wants it so bad. He knows he shouldn’t do this, but it’s been so long. He’s so entranced in the vibrations he doesn’t hear her come down the stairs, grabbing two more sets of straps from the table against the wall.

She drops the straps and comes behind him, slapping both of her hands on his thighs, his flesh feeling her sharp nails and rings on almost every one of her fingers. He jolts in his seat as much as he can move, cock twitching for what felt like the eightieth time that night. As she’s kneading his thigh with one hand, the other hand comes up to grab his hair, yanking his head to the side.

“Bunny... look what you’ve done..”

He always loved when she called him that when he entered subspace. He lets a small whine slip through his lips. She was nurturing but torturous, which is what he needed right now.

“Mistress I’m sorry I-”

“I was gonna let it slide seeing as it’s been a while, but we both know you love it when I punish you anyway, don’t we?”

“Yes, mistress.”

She grabs the straps again and walks around to face him. She bends down and starts strapping each of his ankles to the chair legs, and then adds one coming from under the chair over the tops of his thighs, keeping his hips from thrusting.

“If you keep thrusting your hips, I’ll keep tightening the straps. See how that works?”

He looks up at her and she tilts her head, waiting for him to speak his understanding, but all he can mumble is, “I missed this, missed you..”

She lets out a low chuckle while turning around, searching for a blindfold in the drawer. “Oh, bunny. You’re going to regret saying that later.”

She blindfolds him and ensures he can’t see anything and pulls out the sleek remote once more, putting it on the highest setting. He moans so loud it scratches the back of his throat. She grabs the riding crop off of the wall where it hangs and walks over to Jinyoung, running the leather end of the crop up his shin, watching as a trail of goosebumps marks it’s path on his skin. He whines and tries one more time to grind his hips upwards, that leading to him getting a hard whip on his thigh. He throws his head back, cock twitching and leaking even more than before.

“P-please..” he asks shakily, “Do that again, please, mistress”

“You want it harder?”

“Yes, please.”

She runs the crop even further up his thigh and when she raises and lowers it again to smack him with it, it’s not his thigh she hits. She lands the smack right on the head of his cock, causing his whole body to convulse, chair creaking as his body jerks with all it’s might. A moan rips its way out of him, almost sounding choked. He’s sweating profusely now and his aching dick is so red it looks like it could explode (and honestly it might).

While running the crop up his stomach this time she taunts him even further. “Wouldn’t it be funny if all of your colleagues could see you right now? They’re intimidated by you, scared even! Peel back that hard exterior and you’re nothing more than a horny little bitch who’s about to cum when I haven’t even touched him yet.” She lifts the crop once more and lashes it against his thigh this time, just missing his cock.

Seeing his reaction, she proceeds to whip his thighs six more times, three times on each thigh. After the last hit, he can no longer stand it. He’s panting, thrashing around in the chair (or at least trying to), and clawing at the armrests so hard they might just break.

“Please let me cum, please- I’ll do anything if you please just let me cum- please, it hurts”

She sighs aloud, “You wanna cum so bad you’re begging for it, bunny?”

He furiously nods his head and moans once again when she shuts off the cock ring. She reaches over and slowly drags the cock ring off of his shaft, watching him shutter and hiss as she does so. She removes the blindfold too, and then gets on her knees to remove the straps around his chest and thighs. He looks down at her with his chest heaving, silently thanking her for giving him his vision back. She reaches a hand out to stroke his sweating face and taps her nail against his cheek.

“Spit, baby.”

He does exactly that, garnering as much spit as he can and lowering his head so he can slowly drop the spit into her palm. “Good boy. Now keep your eyes on me or I stop.”

“Yes, mistress.”

She starts at the head and he sucks in a sharp breath. All he needs is thirty seconds. Thirty seconds of her touch and he’ll blow his load. She wraps her whole hand around it and slowly jerks him, his whines getting louder with every stroke. He starts to fidget in his seat once more, not taking his eyes off of her. His heavy breathing starts back up, and within ten strokes of her touch, he’s begging again.

“Ask me.”

“Can I cum please?”

“You can do better than that, bunny. Ask me.”

“Mistress, can I cum please? I c-can’t hold it, please let me cum please!”

She tells him to let go and almost instantly, long strings of cum coat her hands, her chest, and the leather corset she was wearing. Jinyoung’s hair is curling along his hairline from the amount of sweat, and his forehead is scrunched while his mouth is in the shape of an O. He can’t hold his moans or curses in. He’s thrashing around in the seat, trying to use her hand to milk the rest of his orgasm. He’s panting and sweating and his mind is reeling but as he’s coming down from it, he notes that as the best orgasm he’s ever had.

She gets up and straddles him the best she can and scrapes some of the cum off of the leather corset with her nail. She puts the finger in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, mixing the cum with her spit. She takes her index finger and her thumb and squeezes Jinyoung’s cheeks. He knows what she wants. He opens his mouth and she raises above him, spitting the cum-laced saliva onto his tongue. He closes his mouth and swallows just as she expected.

“You’re always so good at helping me clean up, so clean up the mess you made.”

“Yes, mistress.”

She sits fully on him again and cradles his head in her hands before lightly pushing him against her chest, his tongue coming out to lick the cum out of the valley of her breasts. She guides him with her ring-clad fingers in his hair. He laps at her cum covered chest like a thirsty puppy. Her favorite Jinyoung is post-orgasm Jinyoung. He’s so eager to praise her and thank her for what she’s given him, even if tonight it was basically just a handjob. He needed the release.

After he’s finished and fully soft, she releases him from the restraints. He rubs his wrists until they have feeling again and grabs her hand as she begins to turn around to put them back in the drawer.

“Thank you for doing this. I know we usually make appointments and it was late notice-”

“You don’t have to thank me, Jinyoung. You said you needed help and that’s what I’m here for. Did you think I was going to let you suffer?”

Before he had come here, she had a whole list of things she’d planned to do to him, and she had planned to cum too, but seeing how drained he looked and how much he was thanking her for one orgasm (which wasn’t the normal routine), she decided she could wait. She really stood by being a selfless dominant. She smiles down on him and he smiles back at her, his pupils still blown out.

He kisses the back of her hand he’s holding and stands up, regaining feeling in his legs and feet before he tries to put his underwear and dress pants back on. The material drags against his red, scratched up, still stinging thighs, making him hiss rather loudly.

“Make sure to put some aloe or something on those. You remember how it goes.” She says while shuffling around, putting things back to the way they were and cleaning up some more.

“Thank you for everything...again.”

He leaves her house with that, the fresh air from outside making him take a deep breath, seeing as it felt he had been holding one in all this time. He almost falls asleep in the cab on the way back to his place. He’s worn out- although it was only one orgasm, it had the power of ten. When he gets home that night and he’s lying in bed with his eyes drifting closed, he can’t help but to believe that tonight was just a fever dream.

------ END ------

Ahhh!! I loved writing this a lot and I really hope you guys liked it !! This was my first request so thank you to the person who requested and if you guys want some more stuff like this PLEASE request it!

Also who’s excited for Got7′s comeback? What song are you looking forward to hearing the most?

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[faewhump]

Unseelie Pet: 19. Chapter

After saving Alex’s life Malachi leaves him alone to stew in his misery for a couple of days before finally punishing him for his escape attempt.

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Content warnings: victim blaming, victim self-blame, punishment, restraints, abuse, blood, knife, cutting, marking, captor bonding

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It all was his fault, Alex thought, motionlessly gazing up at the canopy. There were two hundred fourteen stars embroidered onto it in total, he’d counted them numerous times in the last couple of days. He didn’t know how long exactly it had been since Malachi had left him alone, the hours and days blended into each other while he was unable to motivate himself to do anything. It was all his fault.

He’d been so stupid, falling for Darerca’s trap – and attempting to escape in general. If only he hadn’t tried to run, if only he hadn’t picked up the iron nail in the first place. He should have ignored it, just been a good pet and resisted the temptation. Why had he wanted to escape in the first place? It didn’t seem to make sense anymore, looking back now everything had been perfect before.

While other human pets were neglected and tortured daily, he’d been treated so well and had been given anything he could have wished for. A luxurious accommodation, comfortable and fine clothes, delicious food, entertainment in form of books and games, as well as lots and lots of attention and affection. Malachi had visited and talked to him every day, allowed him to enjoy the fresh air and the sun outside, petted and even kissed him… Malachi had loved him.

But then he had ruined everything. He had been so stupid and clung to thoughts and ideas he didn’t need. He’d thought he had to escape, thought he had to go home to be happy, but only now recognised the happiness he’d had right where he was. He was so, so stupid. Malachi hadn’t even punished him, hadn’t thrown him into a dungeon or done as much as hit him. He’d just left. And somehow that hurt more than anything else he could have done.

What if Malachi didn’t want him anymore? He’d been so proud and happy with him before, but now he had ruined that. Now Malachi was betrayed and disappointed by him, so much so that he couldn’t even stand to see him anymore. Maybe he was already looking for a new pet, one that would be better and properly appreciate what he did for him. Tears welled up in Alex’s eyes, why, just why, hadn’t he just been good?

It all was his fault, and he was so stupid. He was still in his room with all his things, but he could barely motivate himself to get up. Everything around reminded him so much of Malachi, the sitting pillow where he’d fed him, the dressing table where he’d spent hours making sure Alex looked his best, the books he’d gifted him, the couch on which he had cuddled and kissed him… He missed him.

He missed their conversations, the pets, their walks, the feeling of being taken care of and loved… He wanted Malachi to come back and comfort him, to hug him and tell him that he was forgiven, that he still was his darling pet and always would be. He loved him. His neck felt so weird without his collar, he really regretted taking it off, it only reminded him again and again that he had been bad. The only comfort he had came from the faerie food, and so he did nothing but eat, lie around and wait.

When Malachi eventually came back he found Alex curled up in his bed, looking sad and lonely. In his lethargic state it took him a moment until he noticed the Fae standing in the room. His eyes went wide, and he let out a soft whine, he wanted to beg for forgiveness and tell him how much he missed him, but nothing came out.

“Do you have any idea what it felt like to come here, looking forward to pampering my sweet pet after a gruelling meeting, only to find the room empty?” Malachi began quietly. “The door unlocked, and your collar discarded on the floor… everything looked like someone had stolen you. I was scared, little human, so scared for you.”

Alex looked down, he hadn’t thought of that, now he felt even more guilty than before.

“Luckily, one of my servants informed me that they had seen you walking into the forest alone, and so I immediately hurried after you… just to think of what could have happened if I’d arrived only a moment later…” Malachi shook his head. “You were on the ground, broken and bleeding… without Lady Áine’s expertise I might have lost you. How could you do that to me?”

Alex’s eyes watered again, he felt so bad. “I’m – I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have left, it was wrong and bad and I’m so sorry,” he babbled. “I – I never meant to scare you, I wanted to leave a note, but I didn’t have anything to write, I’m sorry.”

“A note?” Malachi raised an eyebrow. “What would you have written?”

“I, I wanted to write that I’m sorry that I can’t stay, that I need to go back to my friends, and that –“ Alex broke off, then continued. “That I – that I love you a-and always will remember you.”

“If you love me, then why would you leave?” Malachi asked, and Alex cowered under his cold tone.

“I thought – I thought that it would be the right thing, but it wasn’t, I know better now, it wasn’t, I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry. Please, please forgive me. I – I won’t ever try it again, I promise. Please, Malachi, please. Please forgive me.”

He looked up at the Fae with pleading eyes, trying his best to convey the guilt and sorrow he felt. Malachi regarded him silently for a while, then sighed.

“I want to forgive you, pet,” he said, sounding tired. “I really do. But you were very, very bad, and I cannot overlook that so easily. Not only did you try to run from me for the third time now, but you also fell into Darerca’s trap and almost got yourself killed. I want to forgive you, but there needs to be adequate punishment before I can. You understand that, don’t you?”

Alex swallowed. “Y-yes.” He understood, but that didn’t take his fear away. “I understand, I need to be punished – Please, Malachi.”

Malachi nodded. “Very well.” He walked closer to the bed, and with the familiar flick of his wrist a bundle of cloth appeared in his hands. “Take off your tunic, please.”

The order both scared and excited Alex. On the one hand it meant that Malachi still wanted him if he bothered to discipline him, but on the other he was very frightened by what that would entail. Would he cane him again? It had hurt a lot the last time, but only temporarily with no lasting damage. If that was what it took for Malachi to forgive and love him again, then he could take it.

He was confused when instead of commanding him to kneel on the floor Malachi spread a white linen over the bedsheets and then guided him to lie on his stomach. His anxiety only increased as Malachi unfurled a soft rope and used it to tie his wrists to the ornate headboard.

“I – why – why are you doing this?” Alex stammered, pulling at the rope. It held tightly but didn’t cut in or chafe his skin.

“Shh, pet, relax,” Malachi murmured and gently stroked over Alex’s tense shoulders. “This will help you keep still.”

That didn’t reassure Alex one bit, and only made him wonder what it was the Fae planned on doing to him that he wouldn’t be able to hold still for. He’d managed to stay in position quite well during his last punishment, and now he doubted that he would get away with just a caning this time. Twisting his head he tried to keep Malachi in his sight, and his fear increased even further when he saw the object Malachi took from a velvet cloth.

It was a beautiful dagger, its golden hilt artfully embellished with patterns and gemstones, and the gleaming blade looked dangerously sharp. Alex turned and whimpered; his thoughts suddenly dominated by the knowledge that Malachi had killed his last pet. And killing someone with a dagger was quite easy. Undeterred by Alex’s fear Malachi climbed onto the bed and sat on the backs of his thighs, effectively pinning him down.

“Wha-what are you going to do?” Alex asked, unable to stop his voice from shaking.

“I am going to punish you,” Malachi said calmly. “Given the nature of your misdeed, it seems only fitting that it should double at giving you a permanent reminder of who you belong to, so that you won’t ever forget it again. And to achieve that, I will use this lovely dagger to carve my crest into your beautiful skin.”

Alex gasped and pulled harder at his bindings, he had seen Malachi’s crest many times before on the Fae’s signet ring, and so he knew that it would take many cuts to form the stylised rose blossom.

“Please – please, don’t,” he begged, not only was he scared of the pain it would bring, but he also didn’t want the scars.

Malachi clicked his tongue. “Hush, pet. Didn’t we just agree that you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes, but –“

“Exactly,” Malachi interrupted and carefully dragged the dagger over his back as if he was debating where to place the mark. “Now tell me, pet. What is it that you are being punished for?”

Alex swallowed. “For – for trying to run – please, Malachi, please, I’m sorry –“

“Good. About the diameter of my hand should suffice, I think.” Malachi seemed to have selected his left shoulder blade, and Alex tensed when he felt the tip of the dagger getting into position. “Please try to keep still, I would hate to cut wrongly and mess up the pattern or hurt you seriously. You are allowed to be as loud as you need, though.”

With that he pressed the blade down and slowly set the first curved cut. At first it didn’t feel like much, but then Alex gasped at the searing pain and tears shot into his eyes. Malachi didn’t give him any respite and quickly added another cut, causing Alex to whimper. He kept his hand steady and moved the dagger slowly through Alex’s skin, keeping the cuts shallow as not to cause any sever damage, but deep enough to bleed and scar.

Soon Alex began to cry and sob, whimpering and screaming at every new cut, unable to stop himself from squirming and pulling at his bindings. Eventually, Malachi had to press Alex down into the bed by his shoulder to keep him still enough while he thrashed around helplessly, and mercilessly continued carving his crest into Alex’s skin. Blood ran down Alex’s back, soaking into the linen sheet beneath.

“Shh, darling, you’re doing so well,” Malachi praised. “You look so beautiful like this, absolutely perfect.”

“Thank – Thank you,” Alex sobbed, the pain was so intense he could barely think straight.

“You’re welcome, love – don’t worry, we’re almost done now.” Malachi placed the next cut almost gently, and Alex screamed.  

It felt like ages had passed when Malachi finally put the dagger down. Alex lay limp on the bed, crying miserably into the pillow. Malachi stood up and untied Alex’s wrists from the headboard, then gently wiped the blood from his back.

“Beautiful,” he sighed, admiring his handiwork. “Absolute perfection. Oh, it looks even more lovely than I imagined, it’ll be so pretty once it scars.” He sat down on the side of the bed and smoothed his hand over Alex’s head. “And you took your punishment so well, I’m very proud of you.”

Alex turned his head to the side, peering up at Malachi through red-rimmed eyes. “Does that – does that mean you’re forgiving me?”

Malachi smiled at him and ruffled his hair. “Yes, sweetheart, you are forgiven,” he said, and gestured for him to come closer.

If he wasn’t crying already, Alex would have started doing so just from relief. Ignoring the burning pain in his back he quickly scrambled over and pressed himself against Malachi, wrapping his arms around his middle and holding on tightly. He didn’t ever want to let go again. Malachi hugged him back and ran his hands all over his body, carefully avoiding the pattern of raw cuts on his shoulder blade. Still crying Alex snuggled closer, and breathing in Malachi’s comforting scent he finally felt safe.

#tw victim blaming #tw victim self-blame #tw blood #tw knife #tw captor bonding #tw cutting #tw restraints #punishment #marking #crying #begging #whump #pet whump #fae whump #pet whumpee #broken whumpee #fae whumper #intimate whumper #possessive whumper #unseelie pet series #alex #malachi #my writing

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Father's Potions - by Alinda

All his life Draco had heard his mother tell him of the rooms in the Manor he wasn’t supposed to go. They were down the stairs on the right side. When Draco had been a little boy, he had sneaked down there on his socks. He had taken off his shoes to make sure he wouldn’t make a sound and alert his father of his presence. Draco had stared through a crack in the door as he watched his father sweat above a cauldron admitting green and black smoke. His father had taken a big spoon and walked out of sight. Moments later the room was filled with screams of a woman and Draco had run back up the stairs.

That night Draco had woken up in sweats, the screams still hunting him. He wondered what the potion had been his father had made. He moved from his bed and down the stairs, hoping he wouldn’t wake up his parents. He made it into the dungeon and opened the forbidden door on the right. The potion was still admitting smoke into the room. Draco looked at the bubbles and smiled. The potion was a beautiful green, similar to his bedding upstairs. For a moment Draco wanted to touch the potion, see if it was truly as hot as it looks. But he remembered the woman’s screams and shook his head. He turned and walked to the side his father had disappeared to that afternoon. At the end of the room was another door, one made of bars instead of wood. Behind the bars sat a man, shaking and crying in front of a pile of bones.

“Where is the woman?” Draco asked. He was sure he’d heard a woman scream this afternoon. But there was only a man in the small cell.

The man looked up at Draco. His cheeks were hollow like he hadn’t eaten in days. His lips were cracked and dry and his eyes were bloodshot from tears shat.

“You looking at her,” the man said. His hand pointed to the bones on the floor and Draco understood. The potion had killed her, leaving nothing but her bones behind.

Draco smiled and looked back at the potion. He would have loved to have seen how the potion works. For a moment he was tempted to get a spoon and feed it to the man in the cell. But then his father and mother would know he’d been down into the forbidden rooms. Draco let it be and made sure he would follow his father down when he would continue his work.

From that day forward, Draco would sneak down to the dungeon from time to time to watch his father create the most amazing potions. He found a passage mend for the house elves, probably to clean out the cells from his father's victims. Draco was still small enough to go through it, giving him a good view of the test subjects in the small cell. Some of them died quickly, some of them went slowly, screaming in pain for days on end before they would take their final breath.

When Draco started Hogwarts, he missed the afternoons hidden away in the passage the most. At Hogwarts nobody died, nobody made potions in all colours of the rainbow that inflicted pain and suffering to the persons taking it. School was boring.

Except for the boy that refused to be his friend. The famous Harry Potter. Draco took out his frustration of missing the dead of all those silly Muggles out on him. He did everything in his power to make Potter’s life more difficult. It was fun to fight with Potter. His temper reminded Draco of how his father would get when a potion hadn’t turned out the way he wanted. The only annoying part was that Potter somehow always got away with his behaviour. So at night, Draco dreamed of Potter in the cell at the Manor, screaming in pain from a deadly potion for days before he would die.

Draco made it his mission to become just as skilled at potions as his father, hoping to one day join him in his efforts to finding the perfect potion to end a Muggles life. One that would inflict pain and suffering on the useless beings. If only he could get into the restricted section in the library. Draco was sure he would be able to learn tons about poisonous potions from those books.

During the holidays, Draco would still sneak down to the dungeon. But soon he had grown too big to fit through the small passage towards the cells. So he could only see what the small crack in the door let him see. He could still hear the screams and the cries from the test subjects, but it wasn’t as satisfying as watching them suffer and die.

Draco took it upon himself to inform his father about his success in potions. He was top of his class for this subject, he made sure the Mudblood wouldn’t beat him there. His father praised his good grades, but he didn’t invite Draco to join him in his dungeon. It was a disappointment and Draco sulked in his room for hours.

And then the Dark Lord returned. More rooms of the Manor became off-limits. Draco sneaked around to watch how his aunt and uncle tortured Muggles and blood traitors. He watched through keyholes to see the Dark Lord praise his father for his inventions.

His mother tried to keep it all from Draco, but Draco wouldn’t let her. He wanted to be a Death Eater, wanted to help his father in doing the Dark Lord’s bidding.

It was after his father got arrested that Draco got his wish. The Dark Lord offered him a place at his table, marked him as one of his own and gave him a special mission. Draco was to kill Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard alive.

Draco was sure he could do it. He made his way to his father's dungeon and studied his notes all summer long. He would brew one of the fast killing potions to end Dumbledore’s life. The only thing to do was to find out how to make Dumbledore drink it.

Months passed and Draco became scared. There was no way that he could poison Dumbledore, the man was smarter and more cunning than him. And fixing that vanishing cabinet was no easy task either. The Dark Lord became inpatient, threaten to kill Draco’s mother with one of his father's potions if he would fail.

Draco found comfort in confiding to a ghost, the crazy Moaning Myrtle, about his fears and struggles. He didn’t want his mother to suffer for days before she would pass away, or even be the reason she would die. His father would never forgive him.

What Draco didn’t know was that Moaning Myrtle had another friend, one she told all about Draco. Draco would only learn about that a year later when Potter and his friends would be dragged into the Manor.

In the end, Draco wasn’t capable of killing another person. He froze when he had Dumbledore at wand point. And he hesitated when the Dark Lord ordered him to kill an insubordinate Death Eater. As punishment, he had to give his father’s potion to his mother. He was chained to the wall as he watched her wither away in pain. Her body slowly dissolving into nothing more than bones. It hadn’t been as exciting as when Draco had been a child. This was not some insignificant Muggle, this was his mother, a pure-blood witch.

Draco had hoped he would be next, but he wasn’t that lucky. He would live to see all hope die.

“Myrtle told me you didn’t want to kill anyone. I didn’t believe her until I saw you lower your wand when Dumbledore died,” Potter said from the other side of the cell on the day he was brought in. Draco ignored him at first, but Potter was persistent. Maybe it was to not hear the screams of his Mudblood friend while Aunt Bella took all her frustration out on the girl. Or to forget that the pile of bones in the cell with them were from his other best friend, the Weasel Blood-traitor. Draco had told him not to eat the food that was brought to them on their second day here. Potter had listened, but the Weasel couldn’t stop himself. He screamed in pain for hours before the poison melted his voice away and he just perished in silence. Draco didn’t realise he was crying until Potter had placed an arm around him and cried with him.

They didn’t see the Mudblood die, but they heard it. She hadn’t screamed in days, so broken by all the Crucio spells directed at her. But when the potion hit her body she screamed for days. Potter cried and whimpered in his corner. Draco moved close to him and hold him, the days he would enjoy listening to people die a distant memory. He realised that he would have to live in a world ruled by the Dark Lord until the day he died. He was the last of his name, the heir to the Malfoy bloodline. There was no doubt in his mind they would use him to force an heir out of him before he would perish like his mother.

“I don’t want to die,” Potter said when the screams of the Mudblood had stopped. Aunt Bella had laughed and we’d had known, she was dead and gone.

“I don’t want to live,” Draco answered him.

They smiled at each other and their fingers entwined with each other. Who would have thought they would find comfort in each other when all hope was lost. It warmed Draco’s heart, to know that he would be the last person to be kind to Potter.

Potter kissed him on their last day together. Draco kissed back, afraid to let the lips go that made him feel whole for the first time in his life. Potter died hours later by the hands of the Dark Lord. It comforted Draco to know it was a quick and painless death. It was on the front page of the Prophet. The picture showed how the green light hit him and how he fell down like a broken doll. Draco cried. He would get out of his cell, he would find a way to stop this all. His chance came when his father made a mistake and dropped his wand. The wand rolled into the cell. Draco took it in his hands and pointed it at his chest when he spoke the words Avada Kedavra.

#MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH #Draco Malfoy #drarry #voldemort wins #potions #poison #no happy ending

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Prophecy

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Request: I just saw the asgardian oracle imagine prompt with Loki and i’m beGGinG (from anon)

Imagine:   3. Imagine being an Asgardian Oracle who advises Odin but recently gets distracted by his son, Loki.

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1833

A/N: It isn’t exactly what the prompt says, but oh well

You were sitting on the cushion on the floor next to the throne, playing with some lost string of it in between your fingers. It helped you ease your mind a little. Your head hurt and flashes of images were blurring your vision. Screaming, colours… You moved your head from side to side, trying to shake the fear off. You needed something to focus on.

Chains.

Your head shot up and the move made you nauseous. You waited, your whole body stiff, your muscles and jaw clenched. You didn’t know if it was a second or an hour, but the massive door to the throne room finally opened and guards entered, dragging someone with them. Loki.

A fake smirk on his face, followed by fake confidence, ending by the fake certainty of his well-being, he took step by step and each felt like a needle beaten into your spine. You clenched your hands onto the cushion.

“Loki…” Frigga’s voice sounded as if she was under water.

“Hello, mother,” pain, pain, pain. “Have I made you proud?”

“Please, don’t make this worse.”

“Define ‘worse’.”

“Enough!” Sudden shout next to you made you jump, Odin’s voice echoed deep in your stomach.

You couldn’t force yourself to look at Loki. “I will speak to the prisoner alone.” You heard clacking of Frigga’s heels as she left.

Loki took few steps closer and clanged with chains loudly, only adding to the horrible headache you felt. Visions were trying to take over your mind, your hands were shaking and you focused your eyes on them.

“I really don’t see what all the fuss is about.”

“Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes?” An image flushed before your eyes. Sweat, morbidly pale skin, bloodshot eyes. “Wherever you go there is war, ruin and death.”

“I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god.”

“Lies, lies, lies…” You murmured before you were able to realize what you were doing.

Odin stopped midsentence and looked at you.

“What were you saying?”

You clenched your teeth and took a deep breath, trying to hold back another wave of images. They were pushing you over the edge, every single muscle was tense and begging you to give up.

“He lies,” you managed to stutter, massaging your temples. “It’s a lie after lie, small or big untold truths hiding somewhere in the depths of his mind, things he won’t tell since no one is really listening… Pain and woe and pain again fill every single cell in his body, unstoppable tournament hides behind the mask of a Trickster, things he’s done were a torture, his brain was poisoned with fear and blue… Blue… What’s the blue?” You shot your head up to look at the God of Mischief. “Tesseract. An essence of your misery, the cause of dolorousness, the tears, the blood, the bruises and cuts left signs of unstoppable hatred you feel for yourself-“

“That’s enough,” Loki hissed.

You blinked. Once and then again. You didn’t realize that you crawled to the edge of the landing and the blood from your nose was dripping onto the polished floor. You quickly sat back and wiped the blood before unwittingly dipping your fingers in the crimson pool on the floor.

“All this because Loki desires a throne,” Odin spat out. You quickly shook your head, but couldn’t make a sound.

“It is my birthright.”

“Your birthright was to die as a child. Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now to hate me.”

Your fingers slid on the tiles, your headache was becoming worse and worse.

“If I am for the axe, then for mercy’s sake, just swing it.” The honesty in his voice… It was filling him whole. He wanted it. He wanted to die. “It’s not that I don’t love our little talks, it’s just… I don’t love them.”

“Frigga is the only reason you’re still alive,” he’d rather not be and it hit you like a brick, “and you will never see her again. You will spend the rest of your days in the dungeons.”

You shook your head again and looked at Odin.

“Allfather, don’t do it,” you cried, the empathy ripping you apart.

He lowered his grey head to you.

“And why I should not? Because he is sad?”

“That’s not what I said-“

“But that’s what it all meant! You’re getting useless, oracle.”

His words shut you. The headache vibrated in your head like bees in a hive. Your fingers kept swinging on the floor, painting a prophecy in ruby colour.

“And what about Thor?” The pain stitched Loki’s voice again. “You’ll make that witless oaf king while I rot in chains.”

“Thor must strive to undo the damage you have done.” The guards grasped Loki’s shoulders and you squirmed at the amount of emotions choking you. “He will bring order to the Nine Realms. And then, yes. He will be king.”

The guards dragged the prince out of the throne room.

“And you,” Odin leaned to you, “will not disrespect me again. You are to advise me, not undermine my authority.”

“I was just-“

“Quiet!” His voice echoed. “Leave now before I order to lock you as well.”

You obediently got up, swallowing shame. You quickly looked at the painting you created. A glove… No, a gauntlet. You furrowed. Odd.

You left the throne room and walked to the dungeons, hallowed by the silent clanging of the bracelets on your wrists and ankle. You didn’t know why, but you felt like you had to talk to Loki. You might’ve been the only person that knew how he felt. You were an Empath and the wide range of torturing emotions was driving you crazy.

Your bare feet were silent on the cold floor when you passed the criminals locked in their cells and stopped in front of the one Loki was in. His cell was truly exclusive, but it didn’t help with the way he was feeling. You waved two fingers at the guard.

“Let me in.”

“But-“

“It’s Odin’s order that I talk to his son personally, do you want to disobey your king?” You raised a brow at him and he shook his head hesitantly. “I thought so. Make the wall opaque, I am very private and do not wish to be seen while my divination.”

“Yes, oracle.”

You stepped through a small gap made in the wall and waited until it was no longer see-through.

“And what in the Nine Realms are you doing here?” Loki crossed his arms. He wasn’t surprised, though. “After you so helpfully made me an object of ridicule before my father?”

“I don’t control what I say sometimes, you can’t blame me.” You massaged the back of your neck. “Especially when you know it’s true.”

With one swift move his hand was on your throat and your back hit the wall.

“It wasn’t true,” he hissed.

“Your actions speak differently than your tongue.” You gently laid a hand on his and he quivered. Not from pain, not from excitement, but from fear. “You don’t want to be touched. You cover every possible inch of your body. This is not how acts a man who wanted to conquer a planet. This is how acts someone abused and frightened.” His grip on your throat tightened, you could barely breathe, but he was shaking. “I think that someone hurt you. Badly.”

He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes shut before he let you go. You fell and coughed, trying to make the air flew through your lungs properly.

“How do you know that?” His voice was shaking just as his body. He kneeled next to you.

“I’m an oracle. And an Empath.” You looked at him and another images flew before your eyes. You looked at your arms, but they were not yours anymore, they were his. Bruised and harmed. You shook your head to get rid of the flashes. “Why did you let go of the Bifrost?” You asked suddenly.

He opened and closed his mouth before shaking his head. No one even tried to ask him this question before. No one cared.

“It seemed like… Wise thing to do back then. No one needed me, nor wanted me.” He sat on the floor. “Dying was… A way out of everything. Of the disappointment.”

Your heart ached. You were there and yet you never noticed how he felt. Maybe you were useless, after all.

“Can I hold your hand?” You felt like you should ask him before touching him. He’s been through too much and you didn’t want him to feel more insecure. Surprisingly, he nodded. You gently wrapped your fingers around his and used your other hand to roll his sleeve a little, but he backed away. You managed to see the wounds and bruises covering his skin, though. Just as you saw the moments earlier. “What happened, Loki?”

He took a deep breath. And then he told you. How he arrived in the Sanctuary. How Thanos broke his spirit, broke him. How the Scepter influenced him, filled him with hatred and rage. How he felt dead inside all the time.

“Did Odin ever tried to understand you?” You whispered, unable to speak up.

Loki shook his head.

“No one ever did.” You could tell his throat was clenched, he could barely talk. “I was always the worse brother, the Trickster. No one worthy. Just a piece of thrash that can be replaced.”

“Don’t say that.” You shook your head. “I’m sorry that you were always alone. And I’m sorry that these things happened to you… You never deserved any of this.” You looked at your hands, fingers stained with dried blood. You smiled suddenly. “Do you know that my first vision was of you?”

He titled his head and smiled slightly.

“Was it?”

You nodded.

“I was… ten, I think. I had this horrible migraine that wouldn’t go away no matter what. It hurt so badly I cried whole day, I thought I was going to die.” You laughed at the memory. “And then it came. An image of a boy shapeshifting into serpent and stabbing his brother.”

He laughed and shook his head.

“That was me, no doubts.”

“I discovered who I am thanks to you. I still have… prophecies about you. Almost never relevant, but I have them. Much more often than about your brother or Odin.” You touched his fingers, leaving blood marks. He didn’t take his hand away this time. “You will get better. And you will be reckoned with. I promise. You will find your peace.”

“Will you?” He looked at a burned mark on your ankle. Marked like cow with Odin’s sign, not letting you forget whose property you were.

“Soon,” you said with a smirk when the flash of Loki on the asgardian throne shimmered in the back of your head. “Very soon.”

#loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki #loki imagine #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #avengers #avengers imagine

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Prisoner of the Darkness

Chapter 9: Rewards

Mark’s been a good boy...

Mark clung to the little bit of self awareness he still had. He was losing himself and he couldn’t help it. Rather quickly, he was slipping into a deep depression and he couldn’t pull himself out of it. The man thought he’d be able to handle the physical pain, but he wasn’t prepared for the psychological torment. Mark thought he’d be able to thwart his captor’s attempts to put him down with his own sass and strong will. But he broke. He was a mess and he just couldn’t fix himself. 

Dehumanized. Demeaned. Mocked. He was terrified of the repercussions of fighting back, so he just… gave in. After having his only friend in this hell destroyed by his own hands… He didn’t think he could slip farther down into that pit than he already had. His captor was winning. He was getting just what he wanted. And Mark just didn’t have it in him to fight anymore.

Training had been hell. Forced to do things he didn’t want to do, work for this man, this demon, this doppelganger. Do things like a dog, just to entertain this sick fuck. Mark was no more than an animal in this thing’s eyes. A pet, not even that. An object. 

“Dance,” Damien commanded. 

Mark’s outfit was patched up and his arms and legs were encased in cuffs and chains once more, but he was no longer chained to the floor. He hesitated before Damien raised the whip again, quickly swaying his body in a pathetic excuse of a dance. 

“Better,” Damien snapped, striking the whip near Mark’s body, not hitting him. 

Mark gulped, proceeding to dance for the man. His face was flushed as he tried his best to dance in the chains. They clinked together, creating some improv music of suffering for him. Damien observed him like he was observing a piece of art, one hand on his hip and the other on his chin. He chuckled, proceeding to dance himself, swaying his body slightly and spinning. 

“Good, good,” Damien complimented his prisoner, “Excellent. Your training is going well! Maybe I’ll have to treat you to something nice.”

The man’s ears perked up. Something nice? Would it really be something nice? Or would it be another trick? As he danced for the demonic thing, he pondered the meaning of that sentence. Something nice… Something nice… 

…

“Surprise!!” Damien yelled cheerfully. 

Mark awoke, startled. He had been chained back into the far wing again. For a moment, he scurried away from the sound, before noticing the peculiar detail. The suited man was wearing a birthday cap. 

“Happy Birthday!” Damien smiled brightly, shoving a pink wrapped present into Mark’s hands.

“B-Birthday? Has it… ?” Mark’s voice was sleepy and confused.

“Yes! It’s your birthday and you’ve been such a good boy, I decided to get you something really nice. I hope you like it! Oh! And least I forget…” the double hurried to the door of the dungeon and quickly returned with a cake, “It’s chocolate!”

Mark was hesitant, holding the box and looking at the cake. His captor was being kind. He had been good, hadn’t he? Yeah…

“Well? Open it up!” Damien urged, not a hint of malice in his voice. 

Mark stared at the pink wrapping and noticed the little mustaches on it. Slowly, he tore the wrapping off, revealing a cardboard box. He pried open the cardboard flaps and searched through the tissue paper inside. He found a golden necklace in the shape of a heart. Mark recognized it as a locket necklace. His fingers shook as he pulled open the heart, a pang of pain hitting him. There was a picture of Amy. A picture he didn’t remember. So he figured it must have been new.

“Don’t worry, you can keep this one close to your heart. You’ve been good!” Damien reassured him, setting down the cake, “Now come on, have a piece.”

“Thank you…” Mark whispered, looking up shyly at his captor. That’s all he could muster to say.

Damien quickly cut a piece of cake for Mark and urged him to take it. Mark did, picking it up with his hands. He gently took a bite, surprised at how good it was. It was fluffy and soft, maybe something he shouldn’t have had after days of not eating, but it was food nonetheless. 

“This is… really good…” Mark commented, smiling softly for the first time in a long time.

“Good! It’s homemade. Made with love!” the double cheered, “I’ll leave the cake here so you can eat as much as you want! It’s all yours.”

Mark was thankful. Kindness was well needed. Once left alone, he scarfed down the cake like an animal, happy to have something nice.

…

Food was given regularly now, and Mark’s weight was returning to normal. Obeying his captor rewarded him with kinder treatment as was promised. And the man was quite thankful. The various torture devices were still just feet away and Damien loomed that threat over his head daily, but there was no need if Mark simply obeyed.

Mark stared at the locket. Stared at Amy’s happy smiling face. Genuine happiness. And here he was, imprisoned and being trained to be a slave to a demon. His heart skipped seeing her, and he was actually thankful for the present. It was nice to see her okay, happy. Even without him… 

Damien entered the room, “How’s my Mark doing today?”

Mark scurried to hide the locket, afraid that Damien would take it back.

“Oh Mark, that’s yours. You don’t have to hide it,” The double frowned softly, “I got you something else!”

The prisoner looked up, seeing Damien had his hands in his pockets. He felt anxiety and excitement, maybe it would be something nice, maybe another nice gift. That’s when his captor pulled out a pink collar with a little mustache pendant on it. Mark’s heart dropped. Oh…

“You don’t like it? I figured it was nicer than that old metal collar. And it’s your favourite color! I thought you’d like the mustache…” Damien appeared saddened by Mark’s reaction.

“No, no, it’s.. Nice. Thank you…” Mark wasn’t sure if he was talking himself or something possessed him to speak instead. 

Damien perked up, smiling again, “Let’s get that old thing off of you and get this nicer one on.”

The collar was significantly nicer. It was soft and warm and oddly comforting… It was Mark’s. It belonged to him now. He had another possession besides the locket and the ripped up stuffed animal. He felt a switch in his brain being thrown. This was his. His.

“There we go!” Damien pulled the collar of Mark’s shirt over the pink collar after locking the chain on the new collar, “It’s much nicer than that other one. And hopefully it’s more comfortable.”

“It is,” Mark brushed the collar with his fingers. 

“Good,” his captor smiled.

#markiplier #fanfiction #prisoner of the darkness

[unfortunatelysirius]

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN /// DRACO MALFOY X READER

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swearing, sensual content

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Y/N L/N was racing against time. She’d just been caught giving a special potion to Goyle for talking mad shite about Ravenclaws, and now she was speeding through the dungeons, trying hardest as she could to avoid being caught by Goyle and his goon-like accomplices. There was Zabini and Nott—who Y/N hadn’t much care for, but let’s face it—anyone aiding and abiding Goyle didn’t have much need for Y/N’s sympathies and high opinions—but then there was also Crabbe, who had a shell for a head, considering what very little resided there. And the very one who held them on their leashes wasn’t there—

That’s right, ladies and gents—Draco Malfoy was nowhere in sight.

“Get back here, L/N!” yelled Goyle, gaining on her tail. Though Y/N was highly compelled to twist her head and catch a glimpse of just who was engaging her in mad chase, she knew she’d end up crashing against the wall from faltering in her directional senses, and boy, did Y/N want to avoid these assholes for as long as she possibly could. She knew just what was going to occur if she let them catch her, so she told them as is—

“Catch me if you can, boys!” called Y/N, hoping they heard the mocking lilt in her voice. She was already huffing for breath, and her legs were numbed with the strenuous effort it required for her to race and race around Hogwarts. But did that zip her mouth shut? No! In fact, it increased her desire to run the roads with it. And did she ever—she could feel the angry energy in her air, and it tasted like salt.

However, she heard a great laugh from one of the blokes—Crabbe, she thought. The sardonic part thought, Shocker that it’s the brainless one who laughs when the end is nigh, but the rational part grew suspicious; Why the fuck is he laughing?

The answer came in the form of a blond-haired, lanky-formed aristocrat, who materialized from the darkness of the hall and captured her in his grasp.

“Fuck,” Y/N hissed, internally realizing she should have bloody known; if the leader was gone from sight, obviously it meant something fishy was going on! How stupid was she to assume she was in the clear, just because she could run faster than a bunch of hind-legged assholes? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“Hello, L/N,” Draco Malfoy purred.

Y/N grimaced, hating the way she liked her name on his tongue; it made it sound almost sensual, leaving his mouth as though it were cooing it to a lover. Obviously, that was plain wrong to imagine; the two of them were rivals, ever since first-year when Y/N punched him in the face during their quidditch lessons. Draco had a very sour relationship with her, as she did with him; the two had a tendency to avoid one-another, considering that being in the same vicinity was almost a guarantee for a loud, wand-less fight.

Until this year. Something was different with Draco. Almost like he was darker, more wanting—selfish, and daunting. He wasn’t a child anymore. He had his own thoughts and needs, and her carnal appetite had a penchant for imaging it as her, Y/N L/N, that he preyed on.

That’s why Y/N wasn’t surprised that he had caught her. She just wished they were alone.

When Draco’s eyes darkened, Y/N knew he wanted it, too.

“Leave us,” Draco snapped, looking towards Goyle and company, just as they’d skidded to a stop behind them.

Goyle’s mouth popped open, and he pointed wordlessly at his hair, turned pink and green by the potion, then at Y/N, looking outraged that he could hardly do anything about it; he’d been conjuring up ways he could torture the little bitch, and now he was having the opportunity ripped away from him by his own leader? He was used to this level of powerlessness, and he soon lost all fight and resigned himself to sulking.

Y/N couldn’t help the ferocious grin as she turned in Draco’s arms to bat her eyelashes at him. “This is why you lead, not follow, darling. You made your own bed. Learn to live with it.”

Draco shot darts at the boys as they stood without a clue what to do, and it had them scattering. After they’d disappeared from view, footsteps quieting the more they got away, Y/N’s head turned. And their eyes connected.

Y/N grinned flirtatiously at him. If he wanted to play a game, she would, too. If she found pleasure from within, then surely, there’d be no reason for her to deny it—he was fit, and had a long line of shadows following him that Y/N found fascinating.

A blaze of excitement lit inside her. And she tilted her head towards a nearby broom-closet, not fighting Draco’s hands when he lifted her, and placed her inside, his hands pinning her to the back wall. They knocked quite a few brooms down, and certainly spilled a few chemical substances from within, but neither noticed, and neither cared. Draco shut the door softly behind him.

There did the trick. Suddenly, Draco had himself pressed against her, and his lips were on hers—soft, and lightly-chapped, tasting like pumpkin-pie. His hands fell from the wall, then began to graze her body, touching anywhere they could reach—her arms, her shirt-enclosed stomach, her shoulders, her chest, her throat.

He nipped at her bottom lip, nearly tearing it apart as he pulled it from her mouth; the shock was enough to leave her gasping. Draco pushed himself inside, and decided to make himself acquainted. He wanted to savor her taste, wanted to explore her mouth, grazing along his tongue against her teeth, then her own tongue, leaving no taste, whether it was the heat of coffee or a common interest in pumpkin pie, to the imagination.

When the two could no longer breathe, they pulled apart, gasping for air. Draco pressed his forehead into hers. “What do you need?” he whispered, voice a broken choke. They were both breathless, and speaking was not on either of their minds; it took a great deal of self control for Draco to even move a centimeter from her mouth.

Y/N glanced slowly up at him. One of her hands slithered up his torso, before it grasped tight into the back of his neck. Her nails sunk deep into it, leaving a mark—one that would claim him, leave him begging for more. She smiled roguishly.

“All I need is for you to kiss me,” she said huskily

And that thin line of self-control shattered.

#draco malfoy reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #sirius black #harry potter imagine #golden trio #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #dracomalfoy #malfoy #hpedit #harry potter imagines #unfortunatelysirius #goyle #crabbe #slytherin #gryffindor #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #imagines #x reader

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Atrophy (3/?)

Chapter (3/?): Connect the Dots Rating: Teen+ (For: Language, Graphics Depictions of Violence) Summary: Nick's hope of getting out of this continues to drain, as Greg's anxiety isn't eased at all. Chapter Notes: Aaaand this chapter is the reason "Scared of the Dark" is on my playlist for this fic, which I plan on sharing once the fic is complete! (and I might make a moodboard, too) @letswaitforme, @deltajackdalton, @impossiblepluto, @mutatedsilverunicorn, @12percentplan,@telltaleclerk…idk, who else wants to be tagged in updates of this fic?? lemme know ;)

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“Is that a pickle in your pocket, or this is all getting a little too exciting for you?”

Nick was only vaguely aware as Veronica pulled his vibrating phone from his pocket. She held it up to her ear, her lips curling upward as she listened to a voicemail that Nick was unaware he had.

“Aw, your poor friend’s wondering where you are...don’t worry, I won’t keep him in suspense,” Veronica cooed, and typed a message on Nick’s phone.

Frozen in shock, Nick didn’t hear a word Veronica said to him. His eyes were transfixed on the space of the trunk, his breathing was increasing in pace and depth. Long, blood curdling screams rang through one ear and out the other. Screams that both were, and weren’t his.

Veronica closed his phone and tucked it back into his pocket. One final buzz taunted him, somehow, it was louder than the rest.

“We might need that again later. It’s time to go home.”

She pushed the shovel forward, his check rubbed against the wood of the handle. Some of the wood was chipped, it would leave marks on his cheek. She had to turn the shovel slightly, to fit the shovel awkwardly against Nick’s motionless body.

Motionless, except for his eyes, which betrayed the emotions he was desperately trying to mask.

“Oh, you poor thing, don’t cry,” Her voice was sickeningly sweet, mocking him. “What’s the matter, are you scared of the dark?”

A string of giggles intertwined into the screams, and he was plunged into darkness once more.

A jolt sputtered the trunk into a gentle vibration, the purr of the engine, smothered music didn’t quite get past the screaming in his ears. His body hiccuped as they hit a few bumps on his journey, but he paid no attention to that.

He was trapped, but not just in the trunk. Crushed under the weight of guilt, that he was chosen for Veronica’s...well, whatever she intended for him, while Officer Marsh was sentenced to the cruelest death.

A death, Nick could only hope was fast and painless, but knew otherwise.

Fast, sure. The pressure of the earth would have crushed Marsh’s chest. Dirt would have filled his lungs. Death by asphyxiation. But painless? Not so much.

He was suffocated, but not from the limited space nor awkward position of his body—his cheek was smashed against the handle of tool that sealed Marsh’s face.

Instead, questions bombarded him, he could hardly breathe, let alone answer them. Why didn’t Marsh just go outside? What was this psychopath’s deal? Who was this person? Where were they going?

Why didn’t Nick call for help?

He could have, before the paralysis set in. He should have.

Instead of cowboying up, drawing his weapon and running head first into danger, he should have called for help.

He should have gone to the back instead of Officer Clark.

He should be the one that’s dead and buried.

He was diminished. It was clear that Veronica saw him nothing more than a plaything, instead of a human being. It stung him to his core, if she wanted him dead he’d be dead by now. She definitely had something else in store for him, something beyond death.

And that scared him more than the dark ever could.

Scared him so much, that it seemed to trigger a reaction in him. His body began to convulse, a fire seized his entire body, twisting and elevating him. His hyperventilating worsened. Something rose up his throat, it felt like hot acid.

This was it, maybe his luck changed after all. He was going down the same path that Officer Marsh went through. Maybe Veronica would think he was dead, bury him. He survived once, he could survive it again.

Vomit spilled out of his mouth, onto his shirt and onto the trunk floor, but he didn’t drift off like Marsh did. He even closed his eyes in an attempt to do so, but was cursed with consciousness.

The car came to a halt, Nick heard a car door open and slam. Silence followed for a few minutes, until he heard soft knocks above him, a flood of light followed. Still daylight. In his dread-filled train of thought, he didn’t bother keeping track of how long the drive was.

“Hmm, guess you really are scared of the dark,” mock concern laced in her voice. Her eyes narrowed, staring at his trembling hands, the mess on his shirt. “Or...something else?”

He was unsure if he was successful in throwing daggers at her through his eyes.

“Now, let’s go clean up this mess you’ve made.”

A smile curled up her lips, she grabbed at his arms, pulling him out of the trunk. She began to drag him, her arms lifting him under his armpits. He was able to see the street, it seemed like a suburban area. No cars in the street, nor in the driveways across from them.

Hope shot through his veins, as a jogger slowed down in front of the house. His body was nearly dropped as Veronica removed one arm to wave at the jogger.

Help!

He tried to say something, but his vocal chords still wouldn’t work. A few gurgles, raspy breaths was all that escaped his lips.

“Too much to drink last night!” Veronica called out, her voice booming over everything. To Nick’s dismay, the jogger smiled and nodded sympathetically.

No...Help!

The jogger resumed their pace, and left Nick’s field of view. Veronica continued to move towards the house, into the garage.

Before they entered the house, Nick got his wish, he got to see another bird… it was motionless, sprawled out on the pavement of the driveway. Dead.

The house was dark, void of light save for the natural light of a few open windows. Nick was dragged through the narrow hallway, there seemed to be three doors on each side of the hallway, no stairways apparent. An odd layout for a house, but fitting for what he presumed was more of a torture dungeon than a house, anyway.

She brought him into a room that appeared to be some sort of living room, a few bookcases, a fireplace, a coffee table and a couch. There was a television above the fireplace, and also a small stereo to the right of the fireplace. To the left was one single window, with the blinds nearly shut--there was only enough light for him to identify objects in the room, but he couldn’t see any fine details.

She dropped him at the foot of the couch, moved the coffee table out of her way. Nick’s breathing had not yet steadied itself, he could see his body twitch, and wondered if he was heading towards another seizure.

Veronica picked him up and placed him on the couch, his head leaning backward against the top, his arms laid out at his sides.

“You stay right there, I’m going to get something to wash that pretty face,” Veronica purred.

She left the room, and Nick tried and failed to will his body into movement. He wondered how many hours it had been since he was first dosed, the longer it was, the more chance of surviving the toxin he had. At some point, the drug had to wear off, if it didn’t kill him first.

Veronica entered the room silently, sending Nick’s body though another startled state as she popped back in front of him, a washcloth in hand, and camera in other.

“Almost forgot…”

Click. Flash.

Without saying another word, she smeared the washcloth over Nick’s mouth. She held it in place for a few seconds, a dangerous look in her eyes, waiting for signs of a struggle for breath, before she moved it down his chin...and his neck.

“There, now let’s get that shirt off…”

She took Nick’s knife out of his vest, held it in front of his eyes. She touched it to his chin, drawing a thin line down his neck, before applying more pressure to cut through the fabric of his shirt. She cut it in half, stopped right before his pants. She removed the shirt completely, her eyes seemed to widen in some gleeful joy, as if she were unwrapping a Christmas present.

“What’s this?”

She enunciated her words by pointing the tip of her knife into the two scars he received from the restaurant shooting.

“My, my, what happened here, Nicky?”

She licked her lips, moved her body closer. She dug the tip of the knife into one scar, and drew the knife across his skin to the other.

“In connecting the dots, I figure...you’ve been shot?”

At the awkward angle his head was positioned, he could just see the blood trickle down from his two scars, and from the line she cut between them. But he couldn’t feel it.

Yet.

Click. Flash.

She tossed the knife aside, moved her fingers towards his chest, smearing the blood all over. Her other hand removed the camera from around her neck, she started to take off the vest.

You have a washcloth right there, you stupid bitch. He bitterly thought, though he had a feeling she was well aware of that fact.

Another buzz from his pocket distracted Veronica from...whatever the hell she was doing to him. She removed the phone from his pocket, checking the message. She cocked her head at him.

“Oh dear, a gal named Sara is getting worried now, too. Don’t tell me that’s your girlfriend, do I need to be jealous?”

She leaned in closer, towards his ear.

“Because you’re mine.”

Nick gulped as she giggled, leaning back away from him and texting something on his phone in response. She threw the phone onto the couch, near the knife. If he could use his arm, it was just within arm’s reach

“What else do you have in these pockets?” She wondered out loud. She dug through his other pockets, removing his wallet and keys. She took the money from his wallet, just because she could. She jangled the keys in front of his face.

“That reminds me...I have a few more errands to run, so I’m afraid I have to cut playtime short for now.”

Veronica stood up, tall over Nick, who was still slumped on the couch, still unable to move. She walked around the couch, Nick thought she had left the room, but she soon appeared again, upside down, in front of his face.

“Don’t move,” she told him in a suddenly serious, commanding tone.

She poked his nose playfully, and left the room.

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Something wasn’t right.

After receiving the text that “something came up,” Greg had replied back with “is everything okay?”

He never got a response.

Nick wasn’t one to not at least reply with an “I’ll explain later” or something to indicate that everything was in fact, okay. And if it wasn’t, he would have heard about it by now, right?

He didn’t want to freak anyone out yet, more than he was already freaking out at the possibility that something terrible had happened to Nick, again. So he texted Sara.

Hey, have you heard from Nick?

Her response wasn’t a help at all.

No, why?

In that moment, he realized that he should have texted Catherine instead. She was the supervisor, after all, so if Nick had to step out for a family emergency or something, she’d be the first to know.

Maybe it was because they all shared an office together, the three of them. Maybe it was because Nick was being more open with them, about what was going on in not just his work, but his personal life. It had shocked Greg the most, for Nick to become so...open with them, even after all their years together, Nick had always tried to maintain some distance between his work and personal life.

A flashback to nine years ago, when Nick had taken Greg by the shoulder, telling him to stop invading his privacy, told Greg that he should just leave it. Maybe Nick had a bad day, a bad case, and felt like he wasn’t good company. Wouldn’t be the first time--he bailed on Greg on his own birthday two years back, after working a case that drove him to tears.

Then again, that hadn’t stopped Greg from making an effort to extend his hand anyway.

I’m sure it’s nothing, he just bailed on breakfast this morning. It happens.

He sighed, hoping that would appease Sara’s mind though something still didn’t sit right with his. He tossed his phone aside, closed his eyes, an effort to fall asleep.

He was just starting to drift off into a dream of being back in the lab, of a tearful Nick walking away, echoing previous words that had been said to him, when he heard his phone ring. He barely had time to register the caller ID before he answered immediately.

“Nick?"

#csi cbs #csi fan fic #nick stokes #greg sanders #whump fic #whump #csi #my fic #fic: atrophy #OOF this was actually harder to write than i thought?? #i think the next chapter's gonna be a bit easier cause it's so distinct in my head tho #edit: added the title cause i'm an idiot lmao #this is what i was working on all day while babysitting #sorry i like to see you suffer nick

[katelynrushe26]

Looking Back on Loki - Part 2

SPOILER ALERT!!

THIS ESSAY WILL ALSO GIVE AWAY THE BEGINNING OF THE AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR. IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE YET AND YOU DON'T WANT ANYTHING IN IT TO BE RUINED, SEE IT BEFORE READING THIS.

IF NOT FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, THEN DO IT FOR LOKI'S.

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Thor: The Dark World (2013)

It's worth mentioning that during this film's post-production, actor Tom Hiddleston appeared in character as Loki at the 2013 San Diego Comic-Con. He "interrupted" a sneak preview of Thor: The Dark World, scolded the crowd for not accepting him as their king the summer before, then vowed to show them the preview if they pledged their loyalty to him. Needless to say, the crowd got their preview and the God of Mischief gained a wildly supportive army that day.

I bring this up because it showed how aware Marvel was of Loki's popularity at the time, as well as how keen they were to play to it. I think that contributed a lot to his role in The Dark World.

The filmmakers knew we wanted to see him turn good and team up with Thor. They knew we debated if and how he would die in future films, and they knew how much we wanted to see him succeed for once. Because of this, there was a real sense that they toyed with our expectations for Loki in the second Thor film, and the end result was perfect for his character.

Loki hit rock bottom in The Dark World. Not only was he disgraced before all of Asgard, but Odin seemed to disown him and left him virtually powerless by imprisoning him. Then, when Loki thought things couldn't get worse, he caused the death of his adoptive mother Frigga. The dark elf Malekith invaded Asgard, and when a henchman named Kurse found Loki in the dungeon, Loki told him the way to the throne room. He did this for revenge on Odin, but it was Frigga that Kurse killed instead.

This made Loki snap again. Now there really was no salvaging his life, and with Thanos no doubt hunting him down after his failure on Earth, he knew his days were numbered. This and his rage over Frigga's death made him decide to cooperate when Thor asked him to help stop Malekith. This would only mean temporary freedom for Loki, but that was all he needed to carry out his new plan.

His chance came during a fight between him, Thor, and Kurse on the dark elves' home world. Loki killed Kurse, saving Thor and avenging Frigga, but he was wounded in the process. Thus we got the scene we were expecting where he died dramatically in Thor's arms after redeeming himself. The twist was that it wasn't real.

To my knowledge, it's never been confirmed if Kurse really stabbed Loki, since Loki's powers allowed him to cast illusions of such things. Either way, he wasn't fatally wounded, but he took advantage of Thor's emotional state and faked his own death. Thor was forced to leave him behind and pursue Malekith, one of Odin's guards found Loki, Loki killed the guard and assumed his appearance (possibly even disguising the guard's body as his own), and returned to Odin. After that, he used his powers to trap Odin on Earth, assumed his adoptive father's appearance, and took on a new life as the King of Asgard. At long last, the God of Mischief had succeeded.

What's interesting is that he never sought further revenge on Thor after his brother defeated Malekith and came home. Thor had broken Loki out of prison and committed treason by leaving Asgard, so no one would have questioned a steep punishment for the God of Thunder, but Loki allowed Thor to go free and live happily on Earth with his human friends. Maybe he had made some kind of peace with Thor during their time together, maybe he couldn't properly restrain Thor since he didn't have any of Odin's powers, or maybe he thought that letting Thor leave Asgard on good terms would minimize suspicion towards himself. Whatever the reason, fully pardoning his brother after everything they had put each other through showed growth on Loki's part.

Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

It would take four years for Loki to show up again in the MCU. He was supposed to make a cameo in 2015's The Avengers: Age of Ultron when Thor had a vision of Asgard's destruction, but like a lot of things in that film, he was cut for time. Between that and all the questions that The Dark World had left us with, there was still a good amount of excitement for Loki's comeback in Thor: Ragnarok.

To put it simply, this Thor movie turned out to be very different from the first two. It's said that director Taika Waititi, best known for comedies, was given free reign with Ragnarok, so there ended up being way more emphasis on humor than drama this time around. For Loki, this meant giving us a more cowardly, inept, and silly God of Mischief than we were used to seeing.

In terms of the narrative, this character inconsistency can actually be justified. Loki spent his whole life seeking admiration and eventually power, and once he gained both at the end of The Dark World, he had no goals left to work towards. This caused him to lose a lot of his drive and his edge over the four years he spent disguised as Odin, and not having to worry about Thanos finding him anymore allowed him to become oblivious to the world around him. It made sense that after Thor caught on and exposed him as an imposter at the start of Ragnarok, Loki had to spin his wheels a bit before finding a new direction in life.

He hit rock bottom again after Thor made him take them to the real Odin on Earth. The brothers found their father moments before he died, and although Odin forgave Loki, his death was one betrayal too many for Thor to do the same. The final nail in the coffin came when Thor's half-sister Hela sensed Odin's passing and seized control of Asgard.

The best Loki could think to do was give up on his home again and simply look out for himself. When he and Thor became stranded on the planet Sakaar, he quickly schmoozed his way into favor with its ruler, the Grandmaster. He made one half-hearted attempt to help Thor, mostly so he could brag about his new social status, but when Thor still wanted nothing to do with him, Loki tried to betray his brother for financial gain. Thor outwitted him though, saying that Loki's refusal to be more than the God of Mischief had made him predictable, and escaped back to Asgard without him.

This marked the ultimate turning point for Loki. All his schemes of the past seven years had been for nothing, and having Thor completely give up on him this time made him finally realize what he had ruined between them. What was more, he had no guarantee that he would be safely hidden from Thanos on Sakaar. There was a chance he might die soon anyway, so why not die doing something genuinely admirable?

After making his own escape from Sakaar, Loki took his brother's words to heart and returned to Asgard to help Thor defeat Hela. This involved destroying their home like Thor had foreseen, and it was Loki who set that destruction in motion. Curiously enough, he had to do it in Odin's vault—the same room where he had first learned of his Frost Giant lineage. The ship that he had arrived on allowed Asgard's people to evacuate in time, and Loki further proved his loyalty by joining them on their voyage to Earth. It was during this voyage that he made his peace with Thor and watched his brother assume the role of Asgard's new king.

It seemed like Loki was finally a real hero, but in the midst of it all, he had secretly made another huge mistake in another moment of weakness.

The Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

And that brings us to the grand finale. Infinity War is still less than two weeks old, and it's already broken the record as the fastest movie to ever gross $1 billion at the box office. It's well on its way to becoming the highest grossing film of all time, and I think that's largely because of how many upsetting character deaths occur throughout the plot. Fans want to figure out how the next Avengers film will resolve things, if it even can, and a good way to look for clues is by watching Infinity Wars again. And if that doesn't work, then at least they'll get the most out of what could be their favorite characters' final appearances on the big screen.

The film is shocking and bleak, and Loki's death in the opening scene sets that tone perfectly.

His huge mistake at the end of Ragnarok was stealing the Tesseract from Odin's vault before he escaped from Asgard. Loki did this on impulse as well, not because he wanted a peace offering for Thanos, but because he remembered how powerful the device was and couldn't resist the thought of possessing it again. Now that the Tesseract was away from Asgard though, Thanos could sense the Infinity Stone inside of it and was able to track down the Asgardians' ship in space. The Mad Titan boarded their ship, and in a horrible twist of irony, half the people that Loki had helped to rescue were slaughtered before his eyes.

Even then, he tried to deny having the Tesseract since he knew what his enemy meant to do with the stone it contained. It wasn't until Thanos started torturing Thor in front of him that Loki revealed the device, though he still didn't give up. He stalled for time so the Hulk could attack Thanos, and when the Hulk lost that fight, Loki attempted to finish the job himself.

Loki often defeated opponents by distracting them with illusions of himself and then striking from behind. However, he didn't do that this time; perhaps he decided he was through with hiding. Instead he faced Thanos himself, pretended to offer his services again, and tried to stab his former ally in the throat. Sadly, the God of Mischief really had become predictable, and after stopping the blow, Thanos lifted him into the air by his neck while Thor watched helplessly. Loki declared that the Mad Titan would never be a god, then Thanos killed him with one squeeze. The last we saw of Thor's little brother was his body lying on the floor while the God of Thunder grieved over him.  

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I've heard complaints that this sendoff for Loki was anticlimactic, but I disagree. The scene pretty much covered all the bases it needed to for his story arc: proving that he valued his brother's life more than his own ambition, having him team up with two of the Avengers to an extent, showing that he'd accepted his past by stating he was Odin's son but not an Asgardian, and letting him get in a few last tricks and interesting lines. I even kind of like that his death was so simple and blunt this time. He already had an epic sci-fi spectacle death in the first Thor film and a dramatic Shakespearean death in the second, so it was fitting that his third death had none of those theatrics. That sold the reality of it so much more.

As for killing him in the first scene, I understand why it was done. We needed a personal reason to hate Thanos, and the film needed to show us how high the stakes had grown. Also, I'm not sure what else the writers could've done with Loki in this film. What made him so interesting was his moral conflict, the question of whether or not he would become one of the heroes. When he did that at the end of Ragnarok, he completed his arc. If he'd survived and been just another good guy throughout Infinity War, I think he would've been a lot less interesting, and if he'd become a villain or a double agent again, I think it would've felt too contrived. Besides, his death became Thor's main motivation to destroy Thanos, and since this was brought up multiple times, it still felt like Loki had a presence throughout the film.

Production photos of the fourth Avengers movie have surfaced since Infinity War's release. Because they appear to take place during the events of the first film and feature the characters wearing mysterious wrist devices, fans have speculated that the story will involve time travel to undo the final moments of Infinity War. It's possible that Loki could "return" that way, with Thor encountering a past version of his brother. There's also hope that he might come back from the dead as a result of the Avengers meddling with the past.

Personally, I think the best way to bring him "back" would be in spirit, with Thor either using the Infinity Stones to connect with him or by dying as well. It'd be a fitting and poignant end for the God of Thunder to sacrifice himself for the universe and then have his brother lead him to Valhalla as a reward. We'll just have to wait and see.

If this is the last time we'll ever see Loki, I'll close with this: When he first saw himself as a Frost Giant, he wondered if he was cursed. He was right in a way. His curse was that for all the cunning and strategic thinking he possessed, his emotions were always what ended up dictating his choices. In this regard, he was more like Thor than he wanted to believe, and since he never had the same opportunity as Thor to learn self-control, his emotions continued to sabotage him at every turn. When he saved the Tesseract from destruction on a whim, the penalties of this curse became cataclysmic.

Still, there was a way Loki could have kept the Tesseract out of Thanos's hands. All he had to do was keep it cloaked in invisibility, continue denying that he had it, and let Thanos kill Thor. That would have been the more sensible choice in the grand scheme of things, since Thanos wanted the Infinity Stones to "save" the universe by committing genocide. However, Loki's emotions pushed him to reveal the device in exchange for his brother's life.

Several other characters, mostly the heroes, had to choose between someone's life and an Infinity Stone throughout the film. Most of them gave up the stone to spare the person's life. The only willing exception was Thanos, who tortured one of his own children and killed another to claim a stone. Loki may never have quite been a hero, but in the end, he had more in common with the heroes than he did with the villain. The son of Odin who had once tried to kill his brother and save Asgard by also committing genocide had replaced his hate with compassion, and his emotions made the better choice as a result.

In the end, Loki understood the value of life, and that's no curse.

#loki #loki laufeyson #avengers #infinity war #thor #thorki #thanos #infinity stones #tesseract #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #odin #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #tom hiddleston #avengers 4 #hulk #the incrediable hulk #asgard #asgardian #hela #god of mischief #god of thunder #ragnarok #frost giant #in memoriam

[btswishes]

Cross over.

BTS AU

Part1 /...

A/N: I really love writing fantasy stories, so I hope you like this one and sorry for any mistakes I made.

Word count:  4,856

Warnings: Flirting, mention of blood and death, cussing.

 Our lives as simple as they may be are focused in one world ,which we can’t leave until we die. Meaning that the other places are hidden behind a veil of mystery and secrets.Witches, dragons, beasts and all kinds of other creatures exist, but we don’t see them. From this arises the question: Do angels and demons exist too? Well some say yes others no, but would one be able to say that they don’t ,if the mirror tells them something else?

 Waking up to the faint sound of screams, you opened your eyes and saw your room like you have for a long time now.Your world was different from that of the humans above. You didn’t care much as this was your home and birthplace, but today was special. You got dressed fast and ran downstairs to your father. Your house was as big as a castle, if not bigger. The long table was filled with food and your father and two brothers were having their breakfast.

“Morning father, morning brother Hisa and older brother Lawin .”you bowed slightly and sat down to eat as well

“You look happy today.”said the second oldest brother and you smiled at him as your cheeks were too full to do anything else

 You had two loving older brothers.The first born was Lawin-his hair black as a moonless night, straight as a waterfall leading to a never ending abyss and very long.The upper part of his hair was tied up behind his head, the two dark and smooth horns that were piercing out of his forehead ,were keeping his hair back and out of his crimson eyes. He was very wise and didn’t talk much, but that didn’t mean he didn’t express his love for you. 

 He was always close by when you were doing stupid stuff, which was great when you needed help. Once when you were still a baby, you manged to crawl out of the castle walls and onto the street ,where others of your kind could see you. A tortured soul saw you and used the moment to his advantage.These were humans who have committed grave sins and were send to hell.He picked you up and held a sharp object, he had found somewhere, near your little neck. 

 Most of the other demons around weren’t worried much ,as you weren’t their child, but that man did something unforgiving.He got worried when every creature in sight gasped. The shadow he saw forming in front of him had hair flowing in the air. He turned around slowly, trembling.

“Lord Lawin!”the demons lowered their heads to him, his eyes calm with a fire burning in them

“Stay back!”said the soul petrified 

 Suddenly a woman pointed out “The child!” before your brother could even look, the sound of a small drop hitting the hot ground echoed, sizzling away into the rocks. The sweet smell of blood danced in the air around. 

* crack* * crack*

 The ground under Lawin’s legs started breaking slowly.Even as a child you felt pain, eyes started to water and your little baby hands reached out for your brother. The last straw was this which he saw. Chains hotter than lava grabbed onto the tortured soul, burning anything they held. His screams were agonizing even for hell. Your brother leaned and carefully pulled you away from the man, placing you into his arms and covering you a bit with his clothes.His hand gently touched the wound and it disappeared, he wiped away the tears. People started whispering,asking who this child was.The chains cooled down a bit ,giving the human a chance to hear out the demon’s words.

“Who do you think you are?”his voice deep and melodious, able to hypnotize anyone and strike fear at the same time “Who gave you permission to lay your skin onto the daughter of the Fallen One?”the demons around gasped, as they realized who the little creature that was playfully pulling the hair of the scariest demon in hell was.

“That is lady Y/N!”they started repeating in shock

“More importantly you spilled my little sister’s blood onto these sinful streets.” his eyes started glowing ,preparing to turn this soul into nothingness in the most painful way. This was going to turn into a bloody public execution.

“Ga!” the echo of skin hitting skin made people pull their attention to you.Your small hand plopped onto your bother’s cheek and a smile onto your lips. He moved your hand gently and turned his back on the crowed of demons

“I shall not let my sister witness such gore.”his head moved slightly back to take a glimpse of the human “I shall come for you personally, soul.”a pair of strong and graceful wings appeared from under his cloak and took him back to the castle.

 Lawin wasn’t one to express his feelings often, but he did in his own way. Your second oldest brother Hisa was different.His hair was shorter and pulled back. A long scar onto his nose reaching both his cheeks was the most obvious part of him. It was said to be because he defeated a very high level beast when he was just a child. His eyes were light red and very playful. His horns were coming out from the sides of his forehead. Hisa loved to smile and because of that everyone could see his how sharp his teeth were. When you were little and your first pointy teeth were coming out, he used to brush them for you. 

 It was a bit of a tricky and bloody job, but he didn’t mind having deep bite marks on his hand. He showed them off to everyone, telling them how much his baby sister has grown up. He wore them as a medal of honer. Time passed by fast and you got bigger in front of their eyes. Today was a special day because the demons that were of age were send to cross over into the human world. The same day as angels did. Your job was to find a human and make sure no other angel gets him, after that trick him into committing sins and being send to hell.Very simple, no? If you do that, then you would be officially a demon. 

 The portal was opened and you were holding your bags in hand, saying goodbye to everyone.

“So this is it.”you said smiling 

“My little baby sister!”Hisa picked you up and started hugging you “It was like yesterday you were still biting me and you are all grown up now.”

“Brother!”you tried to push his face away “Let me down.”

“Hisa.”your father’s word was a law, so he did as he was asked to

  You hugged him, then your crazy older brother and said goodbye to the maids who were just super fun to talk to. The last person in line was Lawin with his serious face.

“I am leaving now brother.”you said. His eyes moved from you to the portal behind your body and then looked to the side. He took a deep breath and stepped closer pulling you into a hug, which shocked everyone.You were completely covered by his long clothes.

“I want you to stay safe and be careful of human males.Find a nice female host and everything will be ok.”he pulled back to look at you, his hands still on your shoulders “If you get attached to them, then you can turn them into a servant or helper when they reach hell.” very strange advice coming from Lawin, but you still accepted it.

“It’s time for you to go now.”said your father and you picked up your luggage, walking over to the portal 

“I am off now.”you waved your hand.Your body disappeared into the blue color and so your test began.As the light of the end flashed before you you had a bad feeling. 

“Oh dear!”you gasped as you noticed that the portal was very high up in the sky, good thing you learned how to fly from your dad, the best if you could say so “Is this the first test?” a small ruby stone appeared in front of you answering your question “A ruby for flying?”you were amazed “Wow, most of the others are really bad at this.”you giggled and flew down where you were supposed to meet your host family. They were really nice people and they had a son called Jimin. He was cool and stuff, surprisingly for a human world demon.

 They showed you to your new room and left you to get comfortable. In just a split second the place looked like your home. There was a small box filled with pictures which you left on the desk with your diary and family photos.Once you were done, you sat on the chair and leaned onto the wooden desk. When your eyes fell onto your brothers, you giggled.

“Brother Lawin never smiles even in pictures.”

* knock knock*

 You jumped to open the door.

“Mom said to tell you it’s time for dinner.” Jimin said “Wow.”he stepped inside your room “This looks awesome, way better then the decor my mom had.”

“Thank you.I just wanted to make it look like my old room back home.”

“I always thought it would look more...scary.”he looked at you “You know with all the tortured souls and stuff in hell.” he commented 

“This is my taste. I have a friend that decorated her room like a dungeon. That is how she liked it to look” 

“I see.”he turned around showing you to the dining room “I feel like we will get along just fine.” 

“Really?That is great.”you smiled 

 His parents asked you a lot of things about Hell, if there was something new, how things generally were.They were really nice, for demons. Before bed Jimin explained to you all the things you needed to know about the school in the human world and that it will be the best place to find what you needed.

“How about you?”you asked him

“Me?”

“Yeah. Do you have someone already?”

“Oh, that is what you meant.”he leaned back a bit “I do. You already know that I was born in Hell, but live as you see in the human world, so technically I had my eye on this one girl.” you sat up all excited 

“Did you get her?!”your eyes were sparkling 

“An angel went before me.” you got gloomy for a second “But she chose me instead.”

“Wow! You are really good at this!”you clapped your hands and he ran his hand through his blonde hair 

“I know.”standing up Jimin walked out of your room “Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a really long day.”

“K.Goodnight.” even when you turned off the lights, you were still thinking about your family back home. There was nothing you could do now and plus that you were waiting for this moment since you could remember. Pushing away the excitement you were able to fall asleep, only to be woken up shortly by a clock.Your school bag was ready in seconds. You had breakfast with your host mother when Jimin rushed into the room stuffing his cheeks with as much food as he could and grabbing your arm, pulling you out of the house.

“Goodbye kids, have fun.”your host mother waved and you smiled back

“What are you doing?”you asked him as he was pulling you

“We are going to be late!”he said while chewing “By the way you are really light, you know that?” his head moved to see you and he almost screamed “What are you dong! Get down NOW!”

“It is easier when I fly and second of all no one can see me.Relax.”you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him off the ground “I advise you to hold onto me tight.”in seconds you found yourselves in front of the school.

“Ok, you go that way.”he pointed “My classroom is this way.”

“Wait!”you stopped him and jumped over to fix his hair “You have flight hair.”

“Flight hair?”he asked

“Come on Jimin.”you placed your hands onto your hips “Don’t tell me don’t know what it means.”he shook his head “When you fly, because of the wind it gets really messy.”

“I haven’t experienced this before.”

“Do you wear a hat when you fly?” the way he looked at you made your eyes widen.You placed your hands onto your open mouth “You can’t fly!?”

“Shhhh!”he placed his finger in front of his lips and you asked why, curious of the reason

“Oh look what we have here.”a bunch of boys walked over “Hey wingless.”they laughed out

“I have wings.”said Jimin to them

“But you can’t fly can you?”laughed out the obvious leader 

“Who are you to make fun of him?”you stepped in front of Jimin

“Hey cutie, you don’t know what we are talking about, so why don’t you stand back?”he tried to push you away, but you were standing firmly

“Who are you?”you asked a little pissed off

“My name is Amad, nice to you meet you honey.”he grinned leaning towards you “I won’t repeat myself.Stand back or you will get hurt.”you didn’t and walked over to him, one of his other idiots threw something that cut your cheek a bit

“Didn’t you hear what the boss said!”

“Look what happened.”said Amad “You got your pretty face damaged.” your head moved up to look at them. Your tongue licked the blood dripping and a sizzling sound echoed ,as the cut vanished in seconds 

“Wow.”you clapped your hands “You are very brave for a low class demon.If I can even call you that.”

“Who are you!?”asked the same idiot 

“That is non of your business. The only thing I can tell you is that you are the only one who has survived this long after doing something like this.”you pulled Jimin away from the group of thugs with last words of advice “You better watch your backs from now on.”

 Jimin showed you to your classroom and told you what to do.

“If you need any help you know where to find me.”

“Jimin.”you grabbed his sleeve “I know you are stronger than you make yourself look. Why don’t you say something back?”

“I promised I wouldn’t.” he left with only those words and you walked inside the new space 

 The teacher introduced you to the class and in just a matter of seconds a few females jumped up in front of a few boys and one or two girls in the class.

“Everyone sit down!”said the teacher “What is with those looks?”

 You chuckled “It’s ok.”they looked at you confused “I am not going to take them. I want to get one on my own.” the females relaxed and sat back down, poor things who knows how hard they had to fight to get those humans.During lunch a few of them came by to say hello, knowing that you weren’t after their hosts.

“Hey, nice to meet you my name is Edna.”she shook your hand, a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes 

“I am Sena.”a red haired female said “And this is Gina.”

“Hey, I am new too.”they looked cool, not like you expected 

“My name is Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you all.”

“Sorry about earlier.”said Sena 

“Yeah, we are just overprotective with our hosts.”agreed Gina

“This tests can become a real battle.” nodded Edna “I heard that this year Beelzebub ‘s daughter will be attending.”the other two gasped “I hope she doesn’t take one of ours. I bet she is supper scary.” 

“She must be super pretty too.”suggested Sena

“Talking about pretty.”they looked at you “You are gorgeous!”

“Thank you.”you blushed “But all of you are as well.”

“Awww stop it.”Gina grabbed her cheeks

“No, but really. You are demon royalty beautiful.You can compete with them. ”Sena couldn’t get here eyes off of you

“It’s lunch!”they grabbed you by the arms and pulled you out of the classroom 

“Where are we going to?”you asked looking at them

“Everyone gathers up during lunch break, silly.”said playfully Sena

“It is the greatest time to find yourself a host. That is your second task in the test after all.”explained Edna.You found a good table and started looking around for potential females and males you might like.

“Oh!”pointed Gina “How about Jason?He is cute and doesn’t have a being with him.”

“He has a guardian angel already.”you pointed 

“Really?”she squinted her eyes “So what?You can take him if you wanted to.Your demon beauty is too strong even for us and we are the same as you and female.”

“No Edna, I want to find him by my own standards.”

“What about her?Anna?”

“No.”

“The girl with black hair over there?”

“No.”

 After a couple of nos, you got up to get something to eat, while your new friends were searching as best as they could for someone suitable for you. You grabbed something and made your way back.There were a few people blocking the way, so you waited. You looked over to your table and Sena waved her hand towards you, unwillingly your eyes moved farther back from them to a boy with blue hair walking in.Your smile disappeared and your face relaxed. The girls moved their heads back and noticed who was coming in.

“Y/N ,NO!”Edna jumped and ran to you with everyone else behind .They grabbed your shoulders and shook you “You shouldn’t.”they said

 The loud screams made the boy in question look over. His hand dropped to the ground his drink as he saw in front of himself, something so beautiful that no poem could ever describe to the fullest.You ran your hand through your hair to fix it from all the shaking, which send the boy into a daze.

“Why shouldn’t I?”you asked 

“His name is Min Yoongi. We don’t know if he is a demon or human, or if he someone’s host. His energy is that confusing.”Edna was very hyper as she explained this to you “It’s good if you stay back before something happens.”

 They pulled you back to the classroom, yet the curiosity of playful demons was too strong to listen to advice. If they did then there wouldn’t be called demons and would have been able to stay angels, not to mention your blood line. As a strong creature you were able to sense his presence and found his classroom fast. During breaks you passed by a few times, letting him catch glimpses of you as much as he could.

 Demons were beautiful creatures, that is how they lure humans to a sinful path towards hell. You were the most purest of all demons in the underworld and in the human world as well. If you wanted something, you would have it, one way or the other. The dominant side of your existence showed itself a bit. You could have him any time you wanted, but that wouldn’t be much fun. You wanted him to willingly throw himself into the sinful abyss.It would be so much sweeter to just let him come on his own, beg to be with you. This was exciting. With in the first few days you started noticing him more often, which meant your charm was working. 

 It was too soon, but you wanted to test out how in control you were so far. As he was in class, you felt his annoyance with the subject and the hate towards the teacher.So, why not use these emotions to your advantage. 

“Miss?”you lifted your hand “May I go to the bathroom?”

“Yes of course, but don’t take too long.”you nodded, but on your way out Edna grabbed your shirt 

“I don’t know what you are thinking of doing, but I have a bad feeling.” she whispered

“It’s ok. I am just going to have a bit of fun.”you grinned and left the room, making your way towards his class. As your wings appeared you entered without being noticed and flew to his side. Looking around his desk you saw a rubber eraser and got an idea. 

    Throw the eraser at him....

 Yoongi’s head looked around but he didn’t see anyone around him, yet didn’t question the voice at all.

  Come on...

    You hate this class don’t you?

       Throw it...

 There wasn’t a sign of him moving, so you got pissed and turned around to leave.

* smack * 

“MIN YOONGI!”the teacher yelled out “To the principal’s office!NOW!”he stood up and smirked 

“On my way.” everyone in the room started talking how cool he was and you were surprised.Silently you followed him where he was going and heard their conversation. It wasn’t his first time to the principal’s office and by the sound of things he has done way worse things. A real bad boy, you thought to yourself.

 He was acting cool on his way back to the classroom, where his teacher wasn’t too happy right now.

  Good...

 The moment his head moved to the side you whispered it.The boy stopped moving, flying off to your class you were content with the experiment. Happiness was written all over your face the whole day and you were smiling widely on your way out of the school building. Jimin was waiting for you in the darkness, when a hand grabbed you and pushed you against the building. 

“Ah!”you gasped, feeling the cold wall behind your back

“Who are you?!” you were hit with a sudden question out of no where

“Shouldn't I ask that first?”you leaned closer to the man in front of you, hidden by the night’s darkness

“You don’t seem to understand who is in control here.”he pushed you back harder towards the wall to remind you

“Oh really?Well then won’t my master show his face.” your head was flush against the wall, but you looked at him with the eyes of a hungry devil and licked your lips.Your sudden reaction made his grip loosen a bit, which showed you that he was going into your trap slowly.

“I think you know who I am.”

“I do.But that isn’t what you came here for, is it?”

“I saw you today.”

“I did too.”you said

“Not that.”his grip tightened again “In front of the principal’s office there is a mirror.”

“So what?”you smirked and it sunk in your mind “A m-mirror...?” 

“I am not sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I came to check it out for myself.” his hand gripped your skirt, he might have wanted to see if you had a tail

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to disrespect girls?” 

“There is nothing you can do about it anyways.”

“Aren’t you full of yourself.”you grabbed his shirt and switched places, now his back was against the wall “Min Yoongi.”

“You are stronger than I thought.” 

“Why are you smiling?!” you frowned in front of him “You think you can escape me?I don’t know if you know this, but I am the one in control, I have been since you first say me.Sorry to break it to you.”you leaned closer to him

“Is that so?” his leg pushed your legs apart and you lost your balance falling onto his chest, one of his hands grabbed both yours and the other your waist, his leg not moving “I know how to tame bad girls.” your chest was beating fast, you were getting angry because no one so far has had so much control over you.Your heart was yelling yes, but you mind wanted to be dominant so much.

“That is good, but...”your head was looking down when you grabbed his face and pulled him to a soul sucking kiss, when you pulled away he was almost shaking. Your eyes were red and glowing in the darkness, horns coming out your head and teeth sharp. “...can you tame the devil?” he was silent, maybe from the shock “What is wrong human?”you leaned closer brushing your lips gently over his as you spoke “Scared?”

“I would have been.”his hands pulled your hips closer to his “If I wasn’t this attracted to you.I wonder why?”

“You know what they say, the devil was handsome, so humans would jump into hell on their own accord.”your eyes were locked onto his

“And how did they do that?” he asked 

“Why do you ask?”

“I might want to commit some sins, if you know what I mean.”he grinned 

“Aren’t you too cocky for your situation Min Yoongi?”

“Are you denying me hell, because I heard it’s really...” he lifted your legs and wrapped your thighs around his waist “...hot there.”

“I can tell you if you want to.Do you have a demon you have a certain interest in?”you asked obviously knowing the answer to the question

“I do have this little devil in mind.She makes me do things I shouldn’t.”

“But you like it.” 

“Who said I don’t?” that smirk on his lips was driving you crazy 

“Fine.” you stuck your tongue out, on it glowed a crest “Where should I mark you?Neck? Body?”you were playing around with him, when Yoongi grabbed your face

“Here.”he pulled you into a kiss. His tongue asking for entrance which you gave.There was a sudden flash in the sky for a second.When you pulled back he licked his lips and you saw the mark. 

“Interesting choice.”you said and tried to pull away, but his hands didn’t let go of you

“Where do you think you are going honey?”he asked in a deep voice

“Home.”you leaned onto his shoulders and flew up in the sky

 Yoongi sighed with a smile on his face and leaned back normally on the wall. “I am grateful for the parting gift.” 

“What gift?”he pointed up and you noticed that you were flying over him in a skirt. Your hands covered you and you screamed out a bit “Perv!”

“Oh come on. You are going to call me that after what you did?Very brave of you Y/N.”

“That is the first time you said my name so far.”you relaxed a bit

“I will be using it a lot in the future, little miss devil.” 

 Your phone rang and you picked up only to hear Jimin asking you where you were and stuff like that. You told him you were on your way and hung up, placing it back in your pocket.

“What is it sugar? Daddy came to pick you up?”

“You are lucky it’s not him.”

 You flew away and he chuckled behind you a bit. Jimin was waiting in front of the gate.

“Hey.”you grabbed him by the shoulders and picked his body off the ground “Sorry for making you wait so long.”

“I was worried.”he said

“Jimin, we are demons.”

“Yeah you are right.”he looked up and gasped “Look!”

“What is this?”there was a black book floating in front of you, it was very strange

“Y/N!”Jimin said “Did you find a host!”

“Is this the book of souls?!” Jimin nodded “ I am so excited for this!!!” your hands were gripping the book tight “Jimin?” you asked and realized something “Wait. If I am holding the book, then....JIMIN!”

“AAAaaaaaaaa!”

“Shiiiiitttttt!” you cussed and flew down to search for him, but when you reached the street there was no sign of him “He can’t be....can he?”

“I am over here.”you heard a pissed voice 

“Jimin!”you turned around and gasped “You are flying!”

“I know, but it was your fault in the first place!”

“True, but you are flying!!!”

“I am thankful and very angry at the same time. Give me a minute to get used to this.”he was trying to balance, a normal thing for newbies 

“It’s ok.”you said crossing your legs in the air like you were sitting on a chair 

“Let me see the book.”he reached out and you gave it to him “The host you found is very fascinating.”Jimin was moving the object in his hand around looking at every detail on it “Dark and torn in places, looks kinda creepy yet cool.These golden chains and ornaments in places are interesting too.” he gave it back to “Who is your host?”

“Min Yoongi.”

“MIN WHO!?” he was so shocked he lost balance and almost fell onto the street 

“You know him?”

“Of fucking course I do! He is from my circle of friends!”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”you were calm when he obviously wasn’t 

“Wait....Yoongi isn’t a demon?”Jimin gasped “That is so strange.What am i going to tell the others.” 

“Why does every think that?It is so obvious he is a human.”you sighed 

“To notice that you must be a high lever devil. By the way, now when we talk about power, you have a tail.”he looked down at it

“Yes, everyone in my family had on in a certain point in their life.”it was normal to you, those who didn’t have one were strange in your eyes

“You must be really strong.” he made a few circles in the air “I think I got used to flying.Lets go home so I can show you how to use the book.”

“I can use it?”you looked at him with wide eyes

“Lets go.”he sighed and grabbed your hand

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[ginevrafangirl]

Initialization

Warnings : Torture and Death of an OC

She knocks quietly at the door to a chamber.

"Come in!" says a hoarse voice.

And she does. He is sitting on a cot, bare-chested, healing some wounds. She gasps.

"What happened to you?" she asks, her voice full of concern.

He looks at her for a moment, then answers, "Initialization. To be fully considered as part of the pack, even as the alpha, you need to go through it. And since they are werewolves, it can get… a bit rough at times."

She feels a wave of concern for this man go through her, even though she only met him a few hours ago.

Rodolphus and Bella were flooing to her Uncle's house, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, when something went wrong and they were spit out the wrong grate. The floo network had undergone an unexpected malfunction and all traffic was jammed. The engaged couple had no choice but to wait in the big, dirty mansion till it got up and running. There were anti-apparition wards on it, an indicator that it was inhabited, so they set off to find their unwitting hosts.

The host, it turned out, was a muscular man, with matted hair, rotting, yet sharp teeth, and keen yellow eyes. His nails were covered in grime, and smelled of blood and fleas. Being quite familiar with the smell herself, she immediately warmed to the man who introduced himself as Fenrir Greyback. Bella had heard of the werewolf; he bit his victims early, and manipulated them throughout childhood to hate the government and all civilized society. She didn't care much for civilized society either, finding balls, galas and tea parties a complete waste of time.

After a quick chat, Fenrir had graciously agreed to host them till the Floo network was up and running again. He told them a little more about him, that he lived in here with his pack, and that he had a special experiment underway. Then he'd stopped, like an idea had popped into his head. He said that since they were there, he could unveil it then. He led them to his dungeon where there sat a huge cauldron full of a black, bubbling potion. He then assembled his entire pack, and added the final ingredient before their very eyes, the potion rose and swirled around a black tornado, slowly taking the shape of a man.

That man is currently sitting on a cot in the dungeon with scratch marks all over his torso.

Deciding to be bold, she walks into the room.

"Can I help you with that?" she asks, softly.

Another pause later, he nods. "Thank you."

Taking out her own wand, she mutters a few incantations she remembers from her sisters that heal broken skin and bruises. Andy had always loved learning healing, and even though she thought it was useless, she had obliged to learn a few basic spells. She twists her wand in the shape of a tear of the phoenix, one of the most powerful healers. His chest glows brightly for a few seconds before dimming, looking as good as new. She smiled for a second before gracefully seating herself next to the half-naked man.

"How do you know so much?" she asks.

He quirks an eyebrow. "About?"

She shrugs, "Everything. The way you talked to me at lunch, and the ease with which you use magic isn't something I would expect from a man generated out of a potion four hours ago. Everything. You seem… very well informed. When we talked at lunch, we talked about politics, values, and the future of the Wizarding World. Now, you are very familiar with the inner workings of a werewolf pack. Seeing as you were just generated out of a potion, I am a little surprised at your worldliness. Were books part of the ingredients?"

He laughs, before saying, "Didn't Fenrir tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

He smiles tentatively, saying. "I haven't been completely generated out of a potion. The potion was made from my remains."

Shock. Revulsion. Horror. Those are all things she should be feeling right now. Instead, she is intrigued, asking, "Your remains? So you were…dead?"

"Not entirely. I chose to end my life so I could change myself. But all that has ended is simply my physical appearance. My memory remains untouched… I had some dirty Muggle blood in me, and in my features. That was unacceptable. So, I decided to rearrange myself." he says, his voice still slightly hoarse yet suddenly chilly. 

She is surprised to hear of his disdain for Muggles. It is becoming more and more popular to embrace these useless nitwits, and she is glad a few vestiges of sense still remain.

"Interesting," she mutters. She has been against such filth since the beginning, hate and repulsion that was partially filtered down from her parents, partially all her own. She knows she is right, but having someone else share your belief always makes you feel validated.

"Tell me more about you, before." This time her voice is louder.

"Before I became this?" he asked coldly.

She nodded. "I am very interested in finding more out about you. You seem like a very righteous man, and I am curious as to what motivates you, what drives you."

He smiles, and his face looks even more… distorted. It fascinates Bella to no end. When he smiles, his dull skin brightens, in a stark contrast to the rest of his body. A hint of his yellow teeth peek from his lips, and… even a dimple graces his left cheek.

"I lead a simple life. All I want is to purify all magical bloodlines. By any means possible. Too long have we wizards, gifted with such power, downplayed our abilities for Muggles. We do not need them. Not even as slaves, as we have house-elves for that. They have absolutely no purpose other than impeding our lives from embracing our abilities and not being afraid of the Statue of Secrecy. The purer the blood, the stronger the magic." He speaks with confidence, head held high. In that moment, he shines. The dirty dungeon is not a very glamorous place, filled with cobwebs and dust, but in that moment, Bella feels like she is witnessing the birth of a glorious revolution.

Another chill runs through her. This time, it is triggered by the assertiveness of the wizard before her. To have survived death proves he is a remarkably skilled and resilient sorcerer, and his ambition lights a similar desire within her to help him. He had just expressed what she had been feeling for a long time. That fire of conviction she had let go of after her engagement, comes back with a vengeance. She is eager to fight; to fight for what she believes in.

She lets her eyes trace his features. He does not look human. Gleaming scarlet eyes, pale skin, smooth scalp, hints of a long nose, lips that are drained of all colour. No, he is not human. He is a God.

"May I?" his questions shakes her out of her thoughts. He is pointing at a thin black piece of cloth behind her. He wants to get dressed.

Silently she hands him the fabric, which he wears with fluid movements.

"I am pleased to know what you think of me," he says, once dressed.

She is startled. "I did not say a word."

He smiles that inhumane smile again and remarks, "Yet I know you think of me as a God."

Her breath catches in her throat. "I have never met a Legilimens that could break through my barriers." She has been trained since a young age to bar inquisitive idiots from her mind. Her parents warned her how many powerful wizards were skilled Legilimens and desired to bring down the Black family for doing what they believe in. "You must be truly formidable."

"I am., he says with utter certainty. "Your barriers were the strongest I have ever come across. What is your family name?"

"Black. I was Bellatrix Black, daughter of Cygnus Black."

For a split second, she sees a flicker of surprise in his scarlet eyes.

"Black? Well it seems I stumbled upon a member of the purest family of all," he says, sounding interested.

She rushes at the opportunity, eager to please "Our family motto is 'Toujours Pur'. I have a sister who married into the Malfoy family."

"The Malfoys are one of my most loyal supporters. If you were to join me, you would have very useful ties."

She stops for a second. "J-Join you?"

His gaze sharpens. "Yes. Join me. You would be doing your family and yourself a great favor. I would be pleased to have both your husband-to-be and you to join me. We would make a formidable team, bringing vengeance on our enemies and letting nothing stop us from our goal. And when we inevitably win, you will be rewarded most of all for believing early on."

Suddenly, she remembers Rodolphus, having a chat with Fenrir in the lounge. Feeling guilty, she widens the gap between her and the man before her. Rodolphus. Her family wants him for her. And she is already promised to him. She is a woman of honour. She cannot be swayed by annoyingly attractive super wizards.

He seems to sense her change in mood. He inches forward. "You would be…invaluable to me."

She is paralyzed; elated at the thought this man is talking to her in such a suggestive manner. She feels completely drawn in. As he inches closer, her mind draws up justifications for the deed she is about to commit. Who is she? Cattle? She will not be promised to anyone. Her whole life she listened to her family. It is time she does something for herself. Besides, no one expects Rodolphus to be faithful. Why should she?

He keeps moving closer to her till their faces are only inches apart.

"You have already shown your magical skill by healing me," he whispers. "I want to see what else you can do."

She closes her eyes, completely swept away by the charm of the man. At this point, he could ask anything of her, and she would oblige. He however, makes no further move. After realizing that, she opens her eyes again.

"What do you want to me do?"

He licks his lips. "Joining me requires certain… parameters. Mudbloods and filthy Muggles will be eradicated. Show me what you would do to them. Show me how much pain you can bring scum. Can you bring them to their knees? Can you make them beg? Can you torture them to hell and back without any aggressive behavior from them?"

Her heart beats wildly. Her hands are trembling. Her eyes are bright, excited. "Bring me a target, and I will."

He backs away, and pulls up his sleeve. For the first time, she notices a giant red snake tattoo on his forearm, coming out of a skull. She feels incredibly aroused at the thought of being branded like cattle by this dream of a wizard, even though she had just objected to the same treatment from her parents and from Rodolphus. He presses one long pale finger to it and it burns black.

"What is that?" she asks.

"A method of communication between me and my… friends," he answers. 

No later than a minute later, Fenrir rushes through the door. "You called?"

The man looks at him and commands, "Bring me your least useful beast."

Fenrir looks uncertain for a second, but the harsh look sent him cowering to find him.

Bella guesses why that command had been so specific. She will kill the beast, and prove herself to be worthy to join the formidable wizard beside her.

"What about Rodolphus? How shall he prove himself?" she asks.

He glances at her, saying. "He doesn't need to. I am convinced a formidable witch such as yourself would have been promised to an equally formidable wizard."

She laughs. "Oh no. My family decided he was a perfect suitor based on his stellar bloodlines, and he is a great wizard, but he comes nowhere close to me. To put it into perspective, the most creative curse he can come up with is Diffindo, because he loves seeing blood spurt from his victims. He can barely hold the Cruciatus for a minute. I have for twenty."

He is barred from replying by the arrival of a pale, thin and undernourished girl.

"I'm Astrid. Fenrir said you asked for me."

Bella turns to face her. "Oh hello, Astrid. Why don't you come in?" her voice is a perfect mix of friendliness and charm.

And she does, slightly timidly. The girl settles herself in a chair as Bella silently locks and wards the door to prevent the noises from going out. She doesn't seem to notice.

"You are really pretty, Astrid," says Bella, standing up from the cot and walking towards her prey, twirling her wand between her fingers.

"Erm…thanks?" she says uncertainly.

Leaning in, just as the wizard had done a small while ago, her voice changes. "That wasn't a compliment." And with that, she slashes her wand across the girls face and makes several deep cuts along her nose, lips and forehead. The gashes start bleeding heavily as she shouts in pain.

"Not so pretty anymore, are you?" mocks Bella. When Astrid doesn't answer, she gets angry and inflicts a few more cuts on her body.

The girl is crying, trying to shield herself with her hands, but it was useless. No one was safe from Bellatrix. Not the girl who had dared to make fun of her at Hogwarts, or the boys who called her names behind her back, and especially not the innocent bystander to any evil thing she planned in public. Do not even get her started on all the Ministry officials that tried to restrain her that one time.

Seemingly getting bored from the blood, Bella dials it up a notch with her specialty, "Crucio!"

The girl starts screaming and writhing, only kept in place by the metal constraints that Bella had conjured.

A manic smile spreads across the face of the dark haired woman as she listens to the screams. Bella feels a rush through her body, an exhilaration that nothing else could provide. She remembers her excitement when her parents taught her the curse. Cissy and Andy had also learnt it with her, but she was the best at it, took the most pleasure. Cissy had done well, Andy had barely passed, but she, she excelled at it. Her favorite time is probably the current moment, but beside that, it would have been the time she accidentally drove a First-Year insane after challenging herself to keep it up as long as possible.

She lifts the curse and turns to the wizard, an eyebrow raised.

He looks at her, his lips stretched in a smile, gleaming eyes. "Finish it."

Her grin broadens. "With pleasure."

She then turns back to her panting victim with a flourish and waits till the girl looks her right in the eye. "Avada Kedavra."

The green light shoots from her wand, hitting the girl who immediately goes limp.

"Well done." She hears him say. Bella faces him again as he continues. "You are truly a find. Worthy of my mission. You shall receive my mark."

She bows her head slightly in gratefulness. "What can I call you?"

"Whatever you like, Bella," he says in that high voice of his.

"Thank you… my Lord."

A twitch of his lips betrays his stoic expression as his lifts his wand and engraves the skull and snake into her skin. "Mordsmordre!"

A/N: I am a reserve for the QLFC on FF and this is my entry for Round 6. The prompt is ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’

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