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jeonsjiddies · 3 years

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at last | knj (m)

⏤ Pairing: Namjoon x reader ⏤ Genre: smut, fluff ⏤ Word Count: ~1.5k ⏤ Warnings: impregnation kink, dirty talk, slight degradation?, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of infertility/issues getting pregnant, mentions of police (barely, and nothing bad.)

⏤ Summary: After years of desperately wishing to conceive a child with your husband, you finally saw those two red lines, and couldn’t wait to share the good news.

“Yes Daddy, fuck me harder,” you groaned as Namjoon pistoned his hips in and out of your drenched hole at a punishing pace.

“Mmm… my dirty little slut needs more? Need Daddy to fill you up with my cum? Get you nice and pregnant with my baby?”

“Fuck, yes! Yes Daddy! Fill me up with your baby!”

Namjoon groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he worked you both closer to your release, his hips snapping into yours and the only sounds you could hear were that of your skin slapping together and your heavy breathing, with a few needy mewls here and there when the tip of his throbbing length kissed your g spot just right.

Your husband was a sex wizard, and there had not been one instance while making love with him that you didn’t cum multiple times. Namjoon never came without getting you to the edge first, at least twice. He was selfless like that. You whimpered as he took one of your aching breasts into his mouth, sucking harshly on the pert bud while rolling the other between deft fingertips.

His free hand snaked between your bodies to pinch and rub at your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed and farther into his chest whilst you let out the most pornographic sounds he’d ever heard. With an expert flick of his tongue on your sensitive nipple, you came undone, screaming out his name as your orgasm crashed over you, and Namjoon didn’t last much longer. The feeling of your pussy clenching and spasming around his member sent him flying off the edge into bliss, spilling all of his hot, warm seed into your abused hole.

You were both breathing heavily when he pulled out, Namjoon flopping on his side next to you panting, attempting to take deep breaths and calm his racing heart, much like you were doing. Namjoon watched his seed leak out of your battered pussy before using two fingers to shove it back in, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“It’ll work this time, baby. I know it will.”

“I hope so, Joonie. I’m so ready to start a family with you,” you smiled up at him, trying to hide the fear in your heart and stay positive.

You’d been trying to conceive a child with your husband, Namjoon, for years. You’d both always dreamed of being parents, of having a baby together, and raising that baby to be the best person it could be. You’d tried various things, even considering adoption. Before trying that, you began looking into IVF after a few years, but your doctor reassured you that there was nothing wrong with either of you, and these things just took time. If you had been adamant, she would’ve agreed of course, but you kept trying, hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

You’d both been tested for infertility and both been told you were fertile. You’d gone to specialty doctors, done specialty diets, took special vitamins, and Namjoon wore loose boxers and pants to heighten his sperm count, but nothing was working. You felt awful, not being able to give Namjoon what he’d always wanted, what you’d both always wanted. The $600 baby shoes he’d bought mocking you from their place on the shelf.

You glanced away, back up to your loving husband who was tracing soft shapes into your stomach, his fingers still plugging his seed into your pussy for maximum absorption. You sighed, rubbing his arm gently and urging him to let you get up after a few minutes, the urge to pee too burdensome to ignore. Namjoon waited for you in bed, praying to whoever would listen that this time, you would conceive. This time, you’d begin your family.

A few weeks later while Namjoon was at work, you sat on the toilet, pregnancy test sitting on the counter beside you while you watched the numbers on the timer slowly tick away. The timer went off, causing you to jolt and you snatched the test off the counter, taking a deep breath before turning it over, and your heart stopping at the results.

Two thick, bright red lines stared back at you.

You froze, then immediately ripped open another test, then another, then another, and every last one showed those two, beautiful red lines you’d been longing for since what felt like forever. A joyous shriek left your lips, and you jumped up, hopping up and down excitedly before caressing your non-existent baby bump with care.

“At last, our love has come along.”

You immediately wanted to call Namjoon and tell him the good news, but then thought up a better plan. You got on your phone and googled the non-emergency number for the local police department, and set your plan in motion, asking Namjoon if he wanted to go out for dinner that night, which he easily agreed to. You met him outside, waiting on the porch when he pulled in from work and immediately hopped in the passenger seat of his car while he took off down the road towards the restaurant you’d chosen together.

Soon, you saw flashing red and blue lights behind you, the loud siren wailing through the air. Namjoon looked back, confused, before pulling over. He quickly dug his wallet out of his pocket and asked you to grab the registration from the glovebox. You handed it to him wordlessly, one hand stuck inside your purse, fingers curled excitedly around the pregnancy test.

“Good evening, folks!”

“Good evening officer, how can we help you?” Namjoon spoke politely.

“Well, son, I was driving by and I just happened to notice you have an unrestrained child in the car. Every child, regardless of age, must be wearing a safety belt if the vehicle is in operation,” the officer explained, sending you a sly wink.

“Um...sir? There is no child in this car,” Namjoon stated, a confused expression on his face.

“There most certainly is, young man!”

“We don’t-”

“Look beside you, boy.”

Namjoon turned his head, his eyes landing on yours, then falling to the pregnancy test in your hand, proudly displaying two bright red lines.

“Congratulations, Daddy,” you giggled excitedly “we’re having a baby.”

“Wait,” Namjoon’s eyes widened, flickering back between the smirking officer and your tender smile, “really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, unable to wipe the grin from your face.

Namjoon whooped, leaning over the center console and wrapping his arms around you, and you felt a few warm, wet tears land on your shoulder. Namjoon pulled away, his hands resting delicately on your stomach as he cooed and stroked it with such tender adoration you thought you might cry.

“Hey little buddy, Daddy is so excited to meet you. We’ve waited so long for you to arrive, and you’re here at last.”

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes watching the love of your life fawn over your unborn child, the child you’d both longed for since well before you said your vows. The child you’d cried for, negative test after negative test feeling like a bullet going through your heart each time you saw the singular line. You were finally going to have a family, you were finally going to be whole. You were finally going to give Namjoon what he’d always dreamed of, the dream you shared together.

You gently caressed Namjoon’s face and he finally looked up to meet your eyes, noticing the glassy glaze that had taken them over, he tenderly wiped them away, sending you a soft smile.

“We did it, baby, we’re going to have a family,” he cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

The officer at the window cleared his throat, patting the top of the car.

“You two have a wonderful night, and congratulations.”

“Thank you officer!” Namjoon chirped excitedly.

“Let’s go celebrate,” you suggested.

The two of you went to dinner, ordering anything your hearts desired, and when the waiter overheard your good news, on account of Namjoon and you already discussing possible baby names, the restaurant gifted you with free dessert in congratulations. You’d both thanked them profusely, embarrassed with the attention but so overjoyed by the addition to your loving little family. You giggled and talked and ate, discussing baby names, nursery themes, how you’d tell your families, and all the bright possibilities that lie ahead as the two of you walked hand in hand towards your future with your sweet little child who was already so, so loved.

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name-me-regret · 3 years

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If The World Was Ending 5/?

If The World Was Ending Chapter Five: Los Angeles, I’m Yours

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“I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight On a bed of California stars I’d like to lay my weary bones tonight On a bed of California stars

I’d love to feel Your hand touching mine And tell me why I must keep working on

Yes, I’d give my life To lay my head tonight on a bed Of California stars...”

~California Stars - Billy Bragg and Wilco

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Buck moved with a limp through the beds that were situated outside of the field hospital, the walk from the Cupcakery on Strand all the way to Sawtell had been a long one. The terrain had changed drastically, almost no street signs were up and those that were had been swept far from where they were supposed to be. So, it had taken him at least an hour, possibly two, but he couldn’t be too sure. He’d lost his phone when the first wave had hit and all his focus had been on Chris, first on trying to shield him from the worse of things, and then trying to find him after he’d lost him.

‘I never should have let him go,’ Buck thought desperately, barely paying the rag tied to his arm any mind even when it was completely soaked with his blood by that point. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered expect finding Chris. Because Buck wasn’t sure what he’d do if that little boy... if he was gone. Buck wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

He saw a nurse and his head perked up. “Uh, hey, excuse me,” he said, remembering his manners at the last minute. “I’m-I’m looking for a kid.” His voice was rough and it broke as he spoke, and his head was aching but he had to find Christopher. “Um, he’s got brown hair. Chris-Christopher.”

“Well, I have way too many Christophers on my list. How old?”

“Um, eight... maybe nine,” he said, wincing as he couldn’t remember. His head was starting to hurt even more and he felt like he could collapse at any moment. “His last name is Diaz.”

The woman flipped through the list quickly, but suddenly paused at the third page. “Yes, I have a Christopher Diaz, he’s nine years old.”

Buck felt relief shoot through him so fast that he staggered, the feeling like a physical pain. “Oh, thank God,” he gasped, sounding almost like a sob. “W-where... where is-?”

“Buck?” a familiar voice asked. Buck turned to face Eddie, the man’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, what are you doing here?” His eyes locking on the bloody rag wrapped around his right arm. “Are you okay? Wait, where’s Christopher?”

“E-Eddie.. Eddie,” he croaked as he turned to look at his best friend.

“Why do you have his glasses?” Eddie asked, his eyes darkening so they looked more black than brown.

“We um,” he started, wanting to explain. Buck wanted him to understand why he was here but without Chris, even if he’d found him. He’d found him. “M-me and Christopher, we were... at the beach.”

The man was looking at him with eyes already filling with grief and Buck shook his head. “No, listen to me, okay?” The man gave a nod, his eyes already filling with tears. “I lost him...but... but I found him... Eddie, I found him,” he said, voice desperately hopeful as he motioned toward the nurse with the clipboard. He was quickly losing his grip with consciousness, the day’s stress and the blood loss starting to catch up with him, and the all encompassing relief that he’d finally finally found Christopher.

Eddie looked at the woman, moving forward and momentarily forgetting that Buck was hurt. He needed to see about his son. As the nurse pointed where Eddie had to go, Buck could only watch as he rushed away and he sighed with a smile.

In the next second he collapsed, and with no one to catch him, he crumpled to the unforgiving ground.

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Tony landed on the suit on the roof before he stepped out of it and put it in sentry mode, instructing JARVIS to fly the suit back to Malibu when he confirmed that Buck was there and it was alright that he stay. It was almost midnight when he found his door, knocking on it. There was no answer after the second and then the third round of knocking, and now Tony was starting to worry.

He pulled up his phone and tried dialing his number, but it went straight to voicemail, and grew frustrated. Tony knew it wasn’t exactly legal to ping his phone, but he needed to locate Evan, hoping the man hadn’t done something reckless; like go help when he knew he had a serious blood clot condition. Even then, there was no explanation as to why he couldn’t get his location, because his apartment was out of the flood zone so there was no way for his phone to be damaged.

The man took a deep breath to keep the panic at bay, and then raced back up to the roof as he started pulling up Buck’s Facebook and Instagram accounts. It felt like a cold hand had clamped over his heart when he saw a picture from early this morning of Buck and a very familiar brown haired boy with the location as the Santa Monica Pier; half an hour before the tsunami had hit.

Tony practically threw himself into the suit, blasting up into the air. “J, check the hospitals for an Evan Buckley.” He knew that he’d left Christopher at the VA hospital in Sawtell, and cursed at not having recognized the kid when he’d picked him up earlier. If... Evan was alive (he had to be), and having been separated from the kid meant that he’d be looking for him.

The billionaire knew that Evan had always loved kids, always had card tricks for the few kids that came with their parents to charity events. Evan would make them laugh, showing them his card tricks or telling them jokes; away from their parent’s stern gazes that always told them ‘children are to be seen and not heard’. However, Evan had believed that children should be safe and happy, and he was always overjoyed to give them those secret moments filled with smiles and laughter.

So, Tony knew that Evan would look for that little boy with everything he had. He would search until he had no more strength left in his body, and without regard for his own safety. This made his worry very real, since Evan was on blood-thinners and a deep enough cut might be fatal to him.

He had to find him quickly, and was praying he wasn’t too late. “Evan, you fool,” he growled.

“Sir, there is no answer at any hopsital, and most of the patient and DOA lists haven’t been digitized as of yet.” The last part had Tony feeling cold, thinking that Evan’s name could possibly be on that list. Tony discarded that thought immediately, and instead concentrated on finding Evan, or else he was going to lose his goddamn mind.

His first stop was to go to the field hospital, hoping that maybe Evan had thought to look for Chris there. Perhaps his father had found him and knew something about the blonde man. He wanted to maybe ask his firehouse, but he didn’t remember at the moment what it was, too exhausted and panicked to think straight.

“J, pull up Evan’s file from the LAFD,” he told him. Of course he’d made a copy, since he didn’t want to go back and risk being caught hacking the LAFD again. He was sure he’d get a slap on the wrist, but it was the principle of the thing. Tony Stark did not get caught hacking, he was better than that.

He let JARVIS take control of the armor as he viewed the file, and was surprised when he saw that he was a member of the 118. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered. That meant that he’d been working and helping Evan’s firehouse this whole time and hadn’t even known it. That Bobby Nash was his fire captain.

His eyebrows furrowed. That meant that Chris was one of his friend’s kid. He quickly pulled up his Instagram again and went a few posts back, almost a week ago and the picture of Evan, Chris and Eddie... Eddie Diaz. Well, this was going to be awkward when he met the man again.

Tony pushed all these thoughts to the side and brought his attention to needing to locate the 118. When he’d last seen them they had been going to drop of patients, and since the rest of the hospitals were overrun with victims, that meant the VA hospital on Sawtell. It seemed to all line up and he hoped that’s where Evan ended up as well. As he flew overhead, he saw the mail trucks being unloaded of patients.

Almost every head lifted as he came for a landing, hearing several people calling out to him; either with exclamations of gratitude or people that demanded why he hadn’t been fast enough to save their loved ones. Tony wasn’t angry, since he knew they were grieving. Honestly, he wished he could have been fast enough to save more people, but he was just one person. Even with nine extra suits to help him, he just hadn’t been enough to save everyone.

The Iron Man pilot spotted Bobby Nash right away, the man immediately moving toward him. Tony was relieved when he saw Diaz with a familiar little boy in his arms, Christopher. He wasn’t as dirty as he’d left him earlier in the day, and someone had even changed his clothes. “Tony,” the older man greeted him. “Is there something I can do for you?”

His lips twitched as Tony stepped out of the Iron Man armor and he seemed to realize he was several inches taller than the superhero. Tony would have normally gotten annoyed that he’d forgotten his lifts, but he had more pressing matters at the moment.

“Captain Nash, I’m looking for a... friend, and you might be able to help me.”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed in an expression of confusion. “I don’t know how I could,” he started.

“Evan Buckley,”he said before he could say anything else. “I’m pretty sure he’s in your firehouse?”-

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apocalypticwafflekitten · 5 years

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I’m Coming Back For You - Pt. 6

Jerome Valeska x Winged!Reader

A/N: HEY!!!!!! I”M BACK!!! I”M FINALLY WRITING AGAIN!!!

I’m so sorry for the long wait! I have been super busy lately, and I haven’t had much time to write, but I’m back! Hopefully I will be able to write a bit more frequently, but no matter what, I will keep writing this story even if the updates are slow!!!

But to make up for my absence: this chapter is quite a bit longer than usual. I hope y’all like it, and I would love any and all feedback you leave!

Summary Kinda Thingy/Original Imagine: I can’t say much here without spoilers. You may want tissues though. Just a suggestion.

Warning: Major Character Death (I hate spoilers, but there’s no avoiding this one)

Word Count: Just the Story: 3021, Total: 3185

(Yep, just a little longer than usual...)

Tonight was special. There was no denying that.

It was the night of the Childrens’ Hospital Benefit.

You were busy in your room, getting ready for the night. As you slipped into your gown, you looked down at your invitation, feeling a little bit of guilt nip at your conscience.

You knew that Jerome, Tabitha, and Barbara were going. You knew that they were going to do something outrageous. You just didn’t know what.

You were torn between saying something, and just letting the night unfold.

But instead of thinking it over, you were brought from your thoughts by the curious, maybe even worried, voice of your favorite ginger.

“What are the scars from?”

You realized that you had yet to zip up the back of your dress, and the scarring that marked the base of your crimson wings was plain to see.

Suddenly you were shy. You almost visibly shrunk and words were hesitant to fall from your mouth.

“It’s a long story Jerome. Sad too. I don’t think you’d like it.” You say somberly as memories played like an old film in your mind.

“Tell me.” Jerome suggests. He wasn’t telling you to. You could tell by the sound of his voice. It was alright if you didn’t want to. He seemed genuinely concerned, and for that you were thankful.

You figured you might as well tell him.

“I was ten year old. Before that I used to be very open with my wings. I would let people pet them, and I’d give people rides on my back. It was wonderful. I can still remember what it felt like to have someone’s fingers carding through their feathers.” You gave a small smile at the memory of the feeling as it traveled to the tips of your wings. “But at ten years old everything changed. There was a fair in my home town, and I begged to go. My parents and I were walking among the crowd when we were separated. There were too many people, and my hand slipped from my father’s. I was lost in the crowd, so I started to run around in search of some place where I could find my parents...Then they got me. Out of nowhere. I don’t know how they found me, and I’m not sure how they even knew about me, but in one moment there was the fair, and the next: darkness.

When I woke up, I was in a dimly lit room and I was tied to a chair. Well, it was more of a stool so that the people could get at my wings.

I don’t know how long I waited, but at one point two people came into the room with a tray of knives and the sort.

And then there was pain. Searing, burning pain unlike anything I’ve ever known ripping through my back. All I could see was the darkness in the back of my eyelids and all I could hear were my own cries for help and mercy.

Then, just like that, I woke up in a hospital bed unaware of what happened or how I got there.

My parents were right by my side, asleep, clutching my hand in theirs. When they woke up they explained everything to me. How I was found by a police search unit in an empty, abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, and how I was rushed to the hospital, barely making it there.

They showed me pictures of the injuries when I thought I could handle it. They were horrifying. One of my wings was partially torn from my body, and on the other, there were cuts straight to the bone. Mom and Dad explained to me that the people who had kidnapped me wanted to cut off my wings and either sell them, or experiment on them.

From that day on, I’ve haven’t let anyone except my parents touch my wings. Not even my closest friends.”

You finished your story and waited in silence for Jerome’s response.

“Oh (Y/N)...” Was his quiet response. Despite his outer appearance, Jerome was boiling with rage inside. He was furious that anyone would dare to hurt you. Especially when you were so young and innocent. 10 years old...

He gave you a hug from behind and placed a small kiss behind your ear, resting his head on your shoulder as you both stayed in silence.

Out of that silence came a small question a few minutes later.

“May I?” Jerome asked.

You thought that he was going to trace your scars, but when you gave a little nod of approval, he zipped up your dress for you.

“There isn’t much time. We should get going.” He whispered before leading you out of the room and to the taxi that would be taking you.

To you there was some significance in him zipping up your dress rather than tracing your scars. He understood that not all battle scars are shown proudly, and that you probably didn’t want him to touch them. Which, in fact, you didn’t. Not right now anyway.

“I’ll see you there doll.” Jerome smiled a soft smile as he helped you into the taxi.

You arrived fairly early just as the doors were opening. Finding your seat, you awaited the rest of the guests, and the rest of the night to unfold.

It was a beautiful evening. The other guests were generally very polite, the food was amazing, and you were happy to see a few of your colleagues from around town.

“Hello Miss. (Y/L/N).”

The voice behind you caught you off guard. You had been lost in the music that was being played by the string jazz band in the corner, and ever so secretly eyeing the piano right beside them.

“Oh. Hello Bruce.” You greeted the young billionaire.

You and Bruce had met shortly after you came to Gotham. You were visiting Harvey and Jim at the police station when.... (come back to fill this in web you’ve refreshed your mind on this subject)

“It’s good to see you. How has your job been?”

“It’s been good. How have things been with you?” You ask.

Before Bruce can answer your question, you hear Lee Thompkin’s voice above all others.

“Good Evening. I am Dr. Lee Thompkins. For the past five years I’ve had the honor of being a part of the Children’s Hospital. Thank You for your support, and thank you so much for coming out tonight. Over the years we’ve had magicians come and entertain our children. And so tonight, we have one of the magicians here four you. Without further ado, please allow me to present to you, the Great Rudolpho.”

In that second, you mentally face palmed as you knew now what Jerome was up to and where he was. You didn’t need any sort of proof. “The Great Rudolpho” was a name only he would choose.

You saw Barbara dressed in her assistant’s outfit, which you had to say looked quite dazzling on her. She was standing next to a large cupboard that, when she opened it, was empty. She feigned shock, closed the doors, waited there a second, and then re-opened the doors to reveal Jerome, or “The Great Rudolpho”.

You had to admit that his disguise was a little hilarious. The fake beard and mustache made you giggle to yourself.

As Jerome hopped up on stage, he pulled a red handkerchief from his jacket, and from it, he uncovered a rose. After the rose, he revealed a dove, and when he let the dove lose, it flew directly to you.

You smiled as the beautiful little dove landed on your gloved hand. You were a little surprised. Jerome knew what he was doing with magic. On second thought, maybe it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise to you that he knew some magic. He did grow up in a circus after all.

Jerome followed the dove with his eyes, and smiled at you when you looked up at him, dove in hand. You looked beautiful tonight in the warm glow of the light from the chandeliers.

For his next act, Jerome called Bruce up to the stage. Now you began to worry. You knew that Jerome wasn’t really here for fun and games. He came here with a plan in mind, and that plan most likely involved killing something.

The thought made your stomach turn a little.

You watched as Barbara led Bruce up onto the stage, and into a small, wooden box.

He laid down in the box, and the trick clicked in your mind. It was one of the old tricks where the Magician “sawed” the volunteer in half. You prayed with everything you had the Jerome wasn’t going to actually saw Bruce in half. Was it likely? Possibly. Would you put it above him? Definitely not.

You were tense, biting a little on your lower lip as the trick was performed.

When the two halves were pulled apart, you saw no trickle of blood, and heard no cries of pain. You let out a breath of relief and watched the rest of the trick with a bit clearer of a mind.

“Some people say Bruce has a split personality.” Jerome joked, bringing a chuckle from you and the rest of the audience.

“For my next illusion,” Jerome announced in accented voice, “Id like to call to the stage esteemed Deputy Mayor Harrison Kane.” Jerome’s voice was a little ominous.

While the rest of the audience applauded, your eyes grew wide with the idea that just popped into your head. And idea that was possibly a realization.

You set the little dove on your shoulder, and restlessly shuffled your wings. You were worried about what was going to happen next.

When Barbara pushed out a small table, and revealed the knives held there, your suspicions were confirmed.

Jerome was going to kill the Deputy Mayor.

“By the way, nobody here is getting out alive.” You panicked as the words dripped from Jerome’s mouth.

The audience laughed, but you noticed a few worried glances here and there.

And then, in the blink of an eye, there was a knife in the Deputy Mayor’s gut. he fell to the floor with a thud, and you could feel the wave of fear wash over everyone. There was a collective gasp, and all the while Jerome just smiled, and laughed.

“TA-DA!!!” Jerome called as machine gun fire lit up the room.

Panic ensued, and everyone tried to get out of the banquet hall, though none succeeded.

The dove flew off in panic, and despite the bigger things going on right now, you hoped that the little bird made it out safe.

You however found a door hidden in the wall that was most likely for staff entrance and exit. You looked to see where it led. All you saw was a corridor and a door at the end of it, but you hoped that it would lead somewhere. And so you started ushering the people around you into the corridor so they could either hide, or find a way out.

You didn’t know how to fight. Only the very little self-defense that Harvey and Jim had taught you. Nothing good enough to last against the men who were shooting up the building. You figured you might as well do what you could to help the innocent people here.

Once there was a steady line of people going through the corridor, you looked back to the stage from your hidden spot.

There Lee was strapped onto the red wheel on stage, and you feared the worst.

Jerome had taken her phone and was dialing someone. You could take a guess at who it was.

There was a small silence before Jerome burst out into speech.

“Sorry, Jimbo, it’s just little old me... Are you outside?...You are aren’t you?” Jerome chuckled. “Oh goody.”

You were appalled, but also fascinated. How you had come to be so close to this maniac was a question you couldn’t answer. Despite you morals and everything you’ve ever known telling you that what Jerome was doing was wrong, you couldn’t help smiling every time Jerome laughed, or feeling the smallest flutter of happiness when he smiled. It was completely immoral. Part of you knew. Part of you didn’t care.

“Breathe James. I haven’t touched a hair on your girlfriend’s pretty head...See for yourself. This is live television after all.” More laughing ensued as Jerome mocked shooting Lee in the head in front of the News Camera.

“True, but not the point.” Jerome answered something the Jim had said.

“Hey, lets talk about what I want. Excuse me.” The crazy ginger said as he cleared his throat and stepped over the Former Deputy Mayor Harrison Kane’s body. “Forty-seven million dollars, a helicopter, obviously, the dry cleaning I left at Mr. Chang’s, be careful, the man is a crook, and, oooh, I don’t know, a pony!” Jerome chuckled to catch his breath before he continued. “Uh, you got ten minutes or I start killing people. Remember, this is being broadcast to every home in Gotham, so, you know, don’t let people die. Bye!”

Jerome laughed violently into the phone before he hung up.

“I think that went well.”

He then turned around the room and started searching for something.

He lit up when he found you, and singled you out in the crowd.

“(Y/N)! Darling, how’s your night been?” Everyone who was still being held hostage turned their eyes to you in shock. You looked down to your shoes, shy and quite afraid. Your wings instinctively closed in around your shoulders. The rest of the city didn’t need to know that you were dating Gotham’s most wanted.

“Well, it didn’t go quite as I expected.” You responded nervously, earning a chuckle from Jerome.

“I don’t think it went quite like anyone was expecting. Well, anyone but me and Babs here.” Jerome gestured to Barbara who smiled and waved at you.

You waved back politely.

“Hey, (Y/N), what do you say you help to calm the nerves of these poor audience members?” Your psycho boyfriend suggested as he gestured to the piano.

“I don’t know Jerome. I don’t have much that’s performance ready.”

It wasn’t playing in front of the crowd that was the problem.You genuinely didn’t have anything you deemed to be performance ready.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve got something.”

“Okay then. I’ll try. But if this goes down in flames, it’s you fault.

Sitting down at the beautiful grand piano, you tucked your wings against your back, and started to familiarize yourself with the keys.

After warming up, you began to play the Moonlight Sonata.

“Listen, just beautiful.” Jerome commented, smiling widely, listening to your performance.

You were silenced as you heard a voice among the crowd.

“Enough.” Theo Galavan demanded. He stood from his seat, and started to move towards Jerome.

“You need to pack up your pathetic little sideshow and leave.”

Theo’s voice was stern and serious. There was no telling whether or not he was being serious, or just acting.

“Is that right?” Jerome retaliated.

“It may be presumptuous to speak for all the citizens of Gotham, but we are sick of you. You’re a small, vicious man with a pathetic need for attention.”

Jerome gave a little bow at the recognition.

“Enough, man. For God’s sakes, enough.”

“I’m curious what your leverage is here Mr...” Jerome trailed off as if waiting for a name.

The two looked straight into the camera.

“Theo Galavan.’

“Well, Mr. Theo Galavan,” Jerome mocked Theo’s serious and deep tone, “If you don’t sit down, uh, I’m gonna shoot you. In the face!”

Confusion had set in now, and you truly couldn’t tell whether or not the two were still acting.

“I know there is some human decency left in you.” Theo tried for reason.

Jerome gestured to himself with a questioning face.

“If you need to take a hostage, take me. But let these people go home. To their families, to their children!”

Suddenly, Barbara whacked Theo on the back of the head with a mallet.

You knew now that this was no a part of the script. This was unplanned, and Jerome was taking over.

Before long, and after a few of Jerome’s gimmicks, he called upon Bruce Wayne to be the night’s “First Official Victim.”

When Bruce didn’t show, Jerome started to threaten Alfred’s life.

When Jerome ordered a gun on Alfred’s head, Bruce finally showed himself, yelling a profound “Stop!” as he ran in.

There was profound rustling and struggling over the silence as Jerome started to drag Bruce away from Alfred. As Jerome got Bruce up onto the stage, gunfire was heard behind you, and upon looking, you saw Jim running in to shoot down the guards.

Everything happened so quickly, yet the moment I saw what happened, time couldn’t have moved slower.

in a fraction of a second, and without second thought, Theo had shoved a knife into Jerome’s neck.

You couldn’t even hear yourself scream out the most painful “NO!” you had ever screamed. You couldn’t hear anything.

Your feet rushed you across the banquet hall, up onto the stage, and next to Jerome’s body. Your wings flared as Theo removed the knife and let the blood flood from the wound. You could hear the blood bubble in his mouth as he tried to speak.

“You said... I was gonna be....” “No darling, don’t speak.” You whispered as tears began to fall from your eyes. You didn’t care now whether all of Gotham knew that you loved this stupid idiot. You didn’t care about Jim and Harvey’s reactions. You just cared about Jerome.

Jerome reached for your hand, and you took it.

“(Y/N), I...”

He never finished that sentence. Just like that the light faded from his eyes, and your vision was blurred with tears, and hatred.

“THEO GALAVAN!” You screeched at the man. “YOU KILLED HIM!”

You found yourself unable to attack him. Barbara had grabbed a hold of you, and started to drag you away from Theo, and towards her escape.

“Let me go Barabara! Let me go!” You protested. Your anger fueling every angry bat of your wings.

“We can get our revenge later. But for now we have to go.” She whispered back.

“I”M COMING BACK FOR YOU THEO GALAVAN! YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!”

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revengeworld · 6 years

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The Flowergirl VII

Soulmate AU

Kylo Ren x Reader

Words: +2.700

Warnings: Angst, Suicide attempt.

A/N: We are getting in the dark Parts of this fic! So please read at your own caution. And we only have two more chapters to go! I still have a Kylo Series that I could be writing after this or would you guys like another story with another Character? Let me know!

MY MASTERLIST

[Kylos Thoughts] /Y/Ns Thoughts/

The Courtroom was already full to the brim, the only ones they were waiting for were the judge and the accused.

Everyone was whispering to the persons next to them, nervous and curious until the door behind the podium opened and an old broad men entered the room and it suddenly got very quiet.

The man sat down in the big chair, before four other people followed and sat down next to him, two on each site.

“Bring in the accused!” his deep voice echoed through the Courtroom and one guard next to the entrance left the room for a moment, before coming back with a figure completely clothed in black.

Every citizen gasped at the sight of the prisoner, some started to whisper quietly to their seated neighbour, while the person in cuffs was lead in front of the podium.

“You stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges, Y/N?”

Looking up to the Chiefs face she only scoffed. “Fuck your charges.”

She didn´t know how long she was sitting in the rain, crying over the loss she was feeling, the pain in her chest and the aching in her body from the cold.

Looking around she couldn´t tell if it was already getting brighter again or of her eyes just had adjusted to the dark of the woods.

Y/N had completely lost her orientation.

This part of the forest was almost untouched, even the hunters left this place for mother nature itself. The flowers and herbs that were growing high and wild and there were probably a lot more animals around.

Hearing a loud howl nearby, Y/N snapped out of her daze and looked around. She needed to think, but her head was in a state of panic and grieve and she just couldn´t get a straight thought.

What should she do? Run? But in which direction?

She was praying to the heavens that suddenly Kylos voice would appear again, guide her in some way but it staid quiet in her head.

Tightening the grip on his dirty red cloak, Y/N pushed herself of the ground and stood on her shaking legs, while the howling came closer and closer.

Slightly whimpering at the though, what would happen to her of the wolves were going to get her she shuddered and her legs almost started to move on their own.

Quietly stalking through the grass, careful not to make too much noise she tried to sneak away when she heard a branch snap behind her and a low growling sound was coming from behind a bush.

As quickly as she could, she ruffled up her skirt and run in the only directions she could have gone when she suddenly caught a red glimmer in the corner of her eyes.

Changing directions, Y/N quickly jumped behind a tree and run towards the red blinking light, when she finally could see that it was Kylos ship.

The loud footsteps behind her made her feets almost fly over the ground before she run up the metal ramp, before hectic punching onto the red blinking button which, thankfully, lifted the ramp.

Seeing the wolfs stop in front of it, Y/Ns legs gave out under her while she tried to catch her breath but she only started to cry again. Maybe because she was relieved that she wouldn´t be eaten or the painful reminder that the resistance had taken Kylo away from her.

Looking around in this, what seemed to be a metal prison for her, she soon found his bed and a small closet were she pulled out something dry that she could wear, until she noticed a small package with her name on it.

Pulling off the cover, inside was a black long lace dress with a handwritten note. -You need something dark in your closet as well-

Y/N shook her head a little with a smile before she brushed away the new tear that were running down her face.

After she found the bathroom, Y/N dried herself and cuddled up in his big but comfortable clothes before she climbed into his bed and pulled the blanket completely over her.

Just what should she do without him now? Why couldn´t she hear him any more, her head was so quiet without his thoughts.

And deep in her heart, the only thing that could be the answer was... that they had executed him. Why else wouldn´t she be able to hear him any more? He was gone and he would never be back again...

When she woke up again, she could hear faint calls. Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N needed a moment to realise where she was again, until she realised someone was calling for her. For just a second, she thought it might be Kylo who really came back for her, but soon she noticed that it was the voice of her father.

Jumping from the bed, she quickly pressed the red button from yesterday and soon saw her parents ran towards her.

“Mum! Dad!” Y/N stumbled into their open arms. “They just … they just took him...” she sobbed loudly and her Mother pressed her daughter closer to her chest.

“I know baby ...Shh.” calmly brushing over her hair, Y/N slowly stopped crying.

“We need to get you out of here sweetheart.” her Father explained and kneeled down next to her.

“They are looking for us already...”

“Us?” shaking her head she looked at her parents and shook her head.

“No just me. Tell them that you didn´t know that he was here! It was just me!” getting back on her feet, Y/N rushed inside Kylos ship to get herself dressed in the black dress that he had gotten her, shouldered her bow and tying the quiver around her hip, she soon grabbed her bag.

“Well it will make two of us.” Nil suddenly jumped through the bushes.

“They are already planning to send soldiers to your house. He informed them, a big backpack over his shoulder.”

“You should go...” Y/N pleaded to her parents. “I won´t let you get in trouble because of me.” hugging them tightly she wished they wouldn´t need to say goodbye.

“Why are you still here?” she asked Nil, after watching her parents quickly vanish into the vibrant greens of the forest.

“I´m wanted too, for disobeying. So here we are. Two Outlaws.” he scoffed and watched Y/N return inside the ship for a moment.

“Come on, we don´t have much time….” Nil plead, nervously looking around.

Looking down at her old dirty and wet clothes on the floor, she grabbed the black cape from Kylos closet and threw it over her shoulders before closing the latched in front.

Pressing on the red button one last time, she quickly jumped out while the ship was closing itself.

“W...where should we go?” pulling the long black cape around her body they wandered away from the ship.

“The Mountains, if we can make them loose our trail we should be good...” Nil mumbled and it sounded like a good plan at first. Until they arrived at the big river they needed to cross, where the soldiers were already waiting for them. They had no chance, it was hopeless.

Now they were standing together in the courtroom, being stared at by everyone. Loud mumbling was echoing through the room because of Y/Ns answer.

“I hope I misheard myself.” the judge, who was of course also the chief and Nils Father, said quiet sternly.

“No, you heard correctly.” she answered again loud and clear. “Then we didn´t committed any crimes.”

“You endangered every villager in this town with your recklessness of hiding this man!” Nils Father raised his voice a little.

“He never endangered anybody! Kylo never hurt anyone here and didn´t intend to!!” she tried to defend him, but was cut off immediately.

“Enough! I don´t know what lies he told you but...”

“He didn´t tell me any lies!!” now Y/Ns voice was getting louder. “You don´t even know him! Kylo is nice and caring in his own way. He changed since he is hear and regrets his actions! He never would have intended to hurt anyone or bring them in danger in any way. He liked it here.”

Suddenly hearing someone raise their voice, she could see the old lady from the Tailor shop stand up.

“I must confirm this, Chief. When Y/N came to visit me in my shoop with the stranger, he was quiet but very polite and helpful.” she nodded, remembering the day.

Others started to rise from their chairs to tell the teach they pleasant experience with Kylo.

Y/N almost couldn´t believe it but the village stood behind her. Looking over to Nil he only grinned.

But in the End it wasn´t the villagers opinion that counted, it was the Chi9efs and he didn´t seem cooperative at all.

“Enough of this nonsense! It doesn´t matter! The only thing that matters right now is that you and your accomplice-” he looked to his son. “Were hiding this dangerous man who tries to overthrow the whole galaxy under his command.”

Looking down at them from his podium he only shook his head.

“You were such a nice young girl Y/N and now look at you. Endangering of your own people...”

“I think the only thing endangered here is your Ego.” Nil almost burst out into laughter, even though it was against his own father, but Y/N was right.

Even in the crowd they could hear small snickers and chuckles.

“I see you have no remorse for your actions against this village.” the Chief spoke with a dangerously low voice.

“Do you show any remorse for what you did to your son?! Beating him whenever he isn´t obeying your orders?!” she spat and held her head up high.

“One month in Exile should help you remember were your Loyalty should stand with.” slamming his hand onto the desk, he seemed to signal that this was his final word on the matter.

“Certainly not with you!” this time it was Nil who had spoken up. “All of this here is bullshit! You just want to look good in front of the village while trying to fix something that wasn´t even a problem! This isn´t fair!”

“Then I take this as your confession. One month for you in Exile should help your rebellious thinking.” slamming his hand on the desk again, but not only did Y/N speak up again, the villagers exchanged worried looks. No body had ever thought about that the Chief would do something so horrific to his own son.

Every time Y/N or Nil tried to defend their actions the chief expanded their punishment.

“ENOUGH! 1 YEAR! These are my last words! You have time until dawn to pack your belongings.”

Normally when the chief left, the villagers would go shortly after, but this time everyone was to shocked to even move.

Y/N was in accompaniment with a soldier when she arrived at her home. Her parents already prepared a big bag for her, then in exile the outcast was only allowed to take with him what he could carry.

“Take your bow to good use until we get you out of there!” her Father mumbled and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Don´t worry about me. It doesn´t matter where I am.” she whispered and let her fingers run over the bracelet around her wrist. She didn´t want to give up hope and if Kylo maybe still alive he would find her, right? But at this moment, nothing seemed to matter any more. She just could feel the emptiness inside her that was slowly eating away at her.

Fresh at Dawn they started their endless walk. It took hours until they arrived at a cliff, one single wooden hut standing on the edge of it while a small trail lead to the grey sanded beach. It was cold and the hut that would be their shelter was damp and dark.

The soldiers that brought them here removed their restrains.

“We are not allowed to tell you this but ...” one of them spoke and the other continued.

“You should be able to get fish from the sea. West from here about 5 miles, there is a small forest were you can hunt. Be safe you two.”

Turning to the hut, Y/N and Nil slowly opened the creaky door. It was basically just a big room with a fireplace, one bed, something they might be able to call a kitchen and a very small bathroom.

“You can have the bed.” Nil immediately told her and let his stuff fall into the other corner next to the fireplace. It was the first time that he spoke this day and Y/N only sighed before letting her things fall onto the bed.

“Sorry I just need a moment...” she mumbled before she left the hut again with quick steps. Stumbling towards the cliff she stopped at the edge, taking deep breaths while her chest painfully tightened around her lungs. Laying a hand on her chest, she closed her eyes for a moment before her body could calm down again.

She just felt so helpless and alone.

Feeling Nil hand around her upper Arm, he gently pulled her back from the edge of the cliff.

“Maybe you should come inside, it´s dangerous out here.” he said sternly and she just now noticed how close she was actually to the edge, small pebbles crunching under her feet and falling down into the dark water.

Nodding, Y/N let him lead her back inside were a small fire was lit for them to warm themselves.

How many days had passed already? At some point it all washed into one big mess of an eternal day that never seemed to end.

According to Nil, who seemed to keep track of the days, informed her that they almost had made it to 6 month.

But what did it even matter now. Since month she hadn´t heard Kylos voice or his breathing or his heartbeat, not felt any others emotions then herself which where slowly driving her insane. He was gone, dead. There was no other way.

The grieve, the sadness, the frustration, everything piled up and felt like a heavy burden on her chest.

Looking down at her feet, she felt the cold water around her ankles. Since when was she standing here? Didn´t she just woke up in her bed a few seconds ago? When did she walk all the way down here?

With every thought her legs seemed to move on their own, soon she could feel the stinging old around her thighs then her hips and soon her it almost reached her neck. Every fibre of her being screamed for her to go back to not go a step further, but it was as if her body was moving on his own.

She just wanted to not feel anything any more.

Seeing the next wave coming closer, she slowly closed her eyes, waiting to be pulled down in the dark and cold abyss.

[Y/N !!!]

Snapping out of her daze, she quickly tried to swim back to the beach but before she could reach it the heavy wave pressed her underwater.

Pressing her hands over her mouth and nose, she tried to not breath in any of the salty water before she suddenly felt something around her waist and got pulled to the surface.

Getting dragged out of the water, Nil and her broke down on the beach trying to catch their breaths.

“NEVER do that again!!” he yelled but quickly helped her to sit. “Are your hurt or anything?” Nil asked now, taking a closer look at her.

Y/N only shook her head with tears in her eyes.

“I just want it all to stop...” she whimpered, before Nil pulled her into his arms.

“Come on I bring you inside...”

Inside, Nil sat Y/N down on a chair before stirring up the fire and throwing a blanket around her shoulders.

Starring into the warm flames, her mind went back to the moment before the wave hit her, did she really hear his voice again or did she just imagined it?

Playing with the bracelet around her wrist, she just wanted him back. Was that to much to ask?

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sadstoriesbook · 7 years

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Chapter Seven...

Surprisingly, Davin did not cave in. He came to me, to warn me.

“You have to leave. They’re after you.”

“No, wrong. You’re after me. And I know, but I’m not leaving.”

“Please, I don’t want to lose you…”

I couldn’t believe he told me this. He didn’t want to lose me? Did it ever occur to him that the day he decided to fight with the Supremacy, he lost me?

“You already lost me, Davin! You lost me when you walked out of this door to fight for Clayton Marshall.”

Clayton Marshall is the leader of the Supremacy. A tall man, brown hair, dark eyes, and this smirk that could be made by the devil himself.

“What? But I told you, they are threatening my sister!”

“As long as the Supremacy will be there, as long as we know at 50 years old they will kill her. If you fight with them, you’ll give them more chances. If you fight with me, against them, we will have more opportunities to save the thousands of sisters.”

“You can’t ask me to chose.”

“But I do.”

“Then I’m asking you to chose.”

“You’re asking me to chose between you, or…me? Then, fine. Tell them where I live, where I hide. Give it up. Be a man. But if I have to go down, I’ll go down with my dignity. And between us, you can’t tell that for yourself. Get out of here.”

“If you really loved me, you would have never asked me to chose.”

“If you really loved your sister and me, you’d fight on our side.”

Davin’s visit made something click in me; I needed to taunt the Supremacy, and for that, I had the best idea.

Newspaper - 2022-09-05

Since the leader of the Supremacy took power, Clayton Marshall has been very clear about his attentions and the laws.

When he took his power, he swore to the nation that he would do whatever it takes to bring this country back on her feet. But I’m going to ask a question. What did he do? He destroyed our symbols, places where we made memories with the ones we love, took our faith, dignity, and dreams away from us.

Now, I know you might support him, but please, take a moment, and think. Did you want these beautiful landscapes to be destroyed? Did you want our symbols to be taken down? Did you want your wife, daughter or sister to be raped to keep the Supremacy going? Do you want this?

If so, then I’m sorry. Don’t read this. If you never wanted so, please, I’m begging you, in the name of the new generation, don’t let them grow up in a world where violence, rape, and patriarchy is the only way around.

Equality, rights, love, hope, support, dreams, happiness, all of this, it deserves to be celebrated, we deserve it.

The Supremacy is after me. I’ve heard it. Davin McLane came and told it to me. His sister and I talked, he’s with the Supremacy, it means he agrees with their acts. He used to say to me to work on the opponent in front of me. Here I am, using the only weapon I know heart by heart. Words.

I’m calling out to you who are reading this, take a look around you. Look at the houses, look at the schools, look at the playgrounds, the hospital, the police station, our skyscrapers. Look at them or what’s left of them.

Hear. Listen to the cry of the mothers, listen to the cry of the daughters praying for the Supremacy Soldier to not rape her, listen to the cry of a father that cannot keep his family safe. Hear the gun shot that killed someone from the LGBTQ+ community, listen to the gun shot that killed a little girl because she couldn’t have children. Listen to the gun shot that killed your mother because she’s too old to be useful for them. Listen.

Pay attention to your surroundings.

Ignorance and fear are as explosive as an atomic bomb. You can choose to stay ignorant, or you can decide to open your eyes, to finally listen and to be hit by the reality.

It hurts, I know. You’re scared, I know, me too. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you have to go through this, but it’s time to fight. Find your weapon(s), use it.

Things need to change. We need to fight for the next generation.

This time I wasn’t the one to distribute the journal. I put it where the Statue of The Republic, in Jackson Park, used to be.

Yes, I said used. It’s not here anymore. They took it away. What? I thought you understood by now that we’re not a republic.

We’re nothing to them.

Remember the couple that lost their son in the fire of their house? Today they were found dead. Of course, the Supremacy Tribune assures it’s a - tragic - accidents and the Supremacy have nothing - not that we ever thought they had - to do with it.

People believed it. I mean, they lost their house and their son. What would you do? Some people said they were so desperate that they killed themselves. I’m going to admit; it occurred to me. But then, it seems…too perfect; it seems to make too much sense.

And let me remind you, I’m a journalist. Even if this is real, even if they actually killed themselves, I can only be sure by checking. So I decided to make my own investigation.

No matter the answer, both would make sense.

The first step, go where the bodies were found. The bodies were found in the only room of their house that did not burn down, in the library.

I wait for the night to fall and go to their house wearing all black. The fact that they destroyed everything, including the street lights.

When I arrive there, I’m careful to not walk on anything. I take my camera and do several pictures of the room in the highest quality. I write on my notebook a description of each photograph.

I take my notebook and write a diagram and describe the items of evidence and the possible relationship to the body or the weapon of crime. I describe as much as I can any trace of blood, body fluid. I also do as best as I can to explain anything that seems odd or weird to me, like odors, lights, temperatures.

As I look around, still careful to not alternate anything, I search for a location of where exactly did the death happen. It’s not that hard to figure it out; there is a lot of blood just in front of the couch. I kneel down and take a picture. I look around and see some line of blood.

“Like someone dragged the bodies…”

I stand up and take several pictures. Even if there were any evidence, they’re probably destroyed by the Supremacy. But those lines of blood clearly shows that the bodies were dragged. I start to follow the lines. When I reach the end of it, there is, even more, blood there. It’s like the couple has been drained from their blood.

There is no way they could’ve lost this amount of blood, then somehow walk in front of the couch to die there and lose even more blood. It’s impossible. So it confirms what I thought.

The Supremacy did kill the couple. As for the mobile, it’s easy. With the death of their son and the condolences of Clayton Marshall, the doubts from the Supremacy supporters were obvious. If the parents of the little boy stayed alive, the doubts and speculations were going to grow, and of course, it’s something Clayton Marshall cannot risk. Two fewer people to cause any drama.

Everything that I’ve found there tonight will be in the next newspaper. If they want to kill everyone who doubts them, they will have a lot of work, as I will do my best to raise doubt more and more inside of their fan club.

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