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Finally ~ Ricky Bowen X Reader

Summary: Y/n is trying to lose her V card, trying to find the right guys and all. Ricky has been in love with Y/n for a long time. Y/n tries to get with a guy, which fails miserably. Then, Ricky and Y/n meet, and things get heated.

Pairing: Ricky Bowen X fem reader. (Change if u want)

Warnings: Strong language, inappropriate touching, and smut.

Tags: None, I ain't popular, but lmk if u wanna be added.

Notes: K, so, I actually wrote this whole chapter, and Tumblr deleted it. Now I have to rewrite it. Like wtf?

"Are you coming over today?" asked Emma, she and I had been friends since Kindergarten.

"Is it ok if I don't? I'm meeting up with Ethan, and we might get things heated," I said

"All you talk about is Ethan. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan, like he isn't even that good, he's an F-boy, you deserve better. How about Peter? He's cute and single!" said Emma

"Isn't he gay?" I asked

"*Sigh* true. You do you,'' said Emma, going back to her house.

I then thought about it and decided to call Ethan.

I ran his line, and he picked up on the 3rd ring, "Hello?"

"Hey, Ethan!" I said

"Hey... Uhm, who is this?" asked Ethan.

Is he fr?

"Uh, it's Y/n," I said

"Oh... OH! Y/n, hey cutie, how are you?" asked Ethan

"I'm good... How bout you?" I asked

"I'm good. So, uh, what's up?" he asked

"I wanted to say... Wanna hang out today?" I asked

"Uh... Sure, how about in... An hour?" asked Ethan... Sounds fishy...

"Babyyy, come back?" I heard a voice

"Who was that?" I asked

"Oh, that-- That was my mom, she still calls me baby, like omg stop," said Ethan

"Alright. I guess I'll see you soon?" I asked

"Sure. Bye, babe," he said, as he hung up

I'm not letting this slide. That did not sound like his mom. Moms don't moan while saying "baby".

I'm showing up early by 15 minutes, I'm going to see what he's up to.

I mean he said he likes me, like a couple days ago. Who would get mad about the person they like showing up a little early?

~15 Mins Later~

I went to Ethan's house, and knocked on the door. Also rang the doorbell in case he didn't hear.

"I'm coming!" I heard, and smiled

After a few seconds, Ethan opened the door, his expressionless face turned into a shocked face, "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I just decided to show up a little early. Why is something wrong?" I asked

"Uh... I'm kind of busy..." said Ethan

"Ethan... Who are you talking to?" I heard a voice say

"That was definitely not your mom. What's going on?" I asked

"Uhh... Y/n, how about you go for today, and we can hang out some other time. Just you and me? Sound good," asked Ethan

I scoffed, shaking my head, "No, what the fuck is this?" I got in the house to see a half naked girl on the couch...

Katelyn??? The school's popular girl?

"Um, who the fuck are you?" asked Katelyn

"I was supposed to be hanging with Ethan today, well, he seems busy," I said

"Y/n, I'm sorry. Uh... How about I make it up to you, tomorrow?" smirked Ethan

"Hello? I'm right here!" said Katelyn

"I can see that," said Ethan

"You said you liked me..." I said

"And I do. Why are you being so awkward?" asked Ethan

"You call this awkward? You're the one hooking up with Katelyn, and also expecting to hang out with me! It would have been better if you just said no," I said

"Uh... Sorry? Should I make it up to you or no?" asked Ethan

"You're so stupid. Come on, Katelyn, we can do better than this punk," I said

"Uhh... I don't even know you. Besides, I'm horny, so I'm staying. Chop chop outta here," said Katelyn, unbuttoning Ethan's shirt.

"Ok, so you're both hoes. Got it. Have fun," I said, sarcastically

"Oh, we will," said Katelyn, biting her lip at Ethan.

"Whores," I said, getting outta Ethan's place.

I'm a pretty sensitive person when it comes to being stood up, boys, or just things. I'm new to it, but not at the same time.

Don't cry. Don't cry. A guy was about to play you, did you expect it? Yes, well... No. But don't cry!! They're stupid. They always do the same crap.

They don't deserve you, you deserve bette than an f-boy. Gosh, Emma was right. I have to start listening!

"Y/n?" a voice cut me off, I looked to see... Ricky Bowen?

"Hey, Ricky. What's up?" I asked, tears almost spilling out of my eyes

"Whoa, are you ok? Your eyes are red," he said

"I'm fine. Or uhh, I will be," I said, my voice cracking the slightest bit as tears threatened to get out.

"Here, come inside. My parents are out," he said, as he got me in his house, and into his room.

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"So... What's bothering you?" asked Ricky.

"There was this guy... I thought he liked me, and we were supposed to hang out, but when I went to his place I saw some half naked girl on the couch, who was Katelyn, by the way. Gosh she's such a hoe. How is she popular?" I asked

"I'm sorry to hear that. You deserve better than him," said Ricky

"That's what I get for trying to lose it. I'm so sick of being a virgin, I get horny a lot... And I'm not even a good masturbather! Gosh, I'm 16, well, basically 17, but I wanna lose it so bad," I said

Ricky paused... "Remember in 5th grade? When I liked you?"

"You did? Haha, I thought you were pretty cute," I said

"Really?" he asked, I nodded.

"Do you uh... Still think that?" asked Ricky

"I mean, if someone asked me smash or pass, I'd say smash," I said

Ricky smirked, "What if I said... I never stopped?"

"Oh... For real?" I asked, he smiled and nodded

"I honestly... Don't know what to say. A part of me kind of wants to like you back, but the other part doesn't know what the fuck to do. Gosh life is filled with drama," I said

Third Person POV:

Ricky scooted closer to Y/n, "Yeah. You just gotta see where it leads you, and make smart choices." he cupped ran his thumb across her cheek without knowing.

Y/n looked up and blushed the slightest bit. He's got pretty eyes, she thought.

Ricky's eyes travelled to her lips. He'd been in love with her for a long time, and wanted to kiss her so bad.

They were getting closer without knowing, every second. Ricky wanted to just close the space and Y/n was thinking, Maybe I should kiss him? I mean, I should give him a try, he can't be that bad...

I don't want to play with his feelings, at the same time, I kind of wanna give in, but I don't kno--, thought Y/n, but then Ricky closed the space between them and they kissed.

Wow... Y/n's first kiss. It felt magical, honestly. She was kissing a cute guy. And the cute guy really liked her.

Did she like him? Kinda? She needed to figure it out, so she did it. She gave in.

On the other hand, Ricky was living his dream, he was thinking, chill, we're just kissing, but no. There could be more.

Ricky pulled Y/n closer, and she got onto his lap. Ricky was getting harder each second, he gripped her ass and licked her lower lip for entrance, which she granted.

Ricky's tongue explored her mouth, she's perfect, he thought.

Y/n moaned into Ricky's mouth as he groaned into hers.

Ricky started to move Y/n up and down on his lap, Y/n noticed he was getting hard and smirked.

Ricky then switched their positions and made Y/n be the bottom, as he went on top of her and started kissing down her neck, looking for her weak spot, which he found and nibbed at it. Leaving a few hickeys.

Y/n moaned and tugged on Ricky's hair, making him groan.

Ricky reached to the ends of Y/n's shirt, eventually taking it off and doing the same with his own.

Y/n took a moment to stare at Ricky's abs, running her fingers down his stomach.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, Y/n nodded.

Ricky then took a moment to look at Y/n's chest. They were average size, but also looked filled and squishy, he attacked them with his mouth, leaving kisses and hickeys before getting permission from Y/n to take it off. Which she accepted.

After a little, when he was done with her chest, he moved back up to her neck, then got one of his "needy" hands, and put it inside her underwear, slowly drawing little circles on her clit, making her moan.

"You haven't been ripped yet, right?" he asked, she shook her head

"You know you don't have to do this," said Ricky, she gave him a small smile, "I want to."

"Can you handle 2 fingers?" asked Ricky

"I don't know. But I'll try," she said, Ricky smiled, and inserted 2 fingers slowly, Y/n moaned, moving her hips signaling that she wanted more.

"You like that?" he asked, she moaned and nodded. He went a little faster, causing her to moan more.

He went faster and faster, til she couldn't take it anymore.

It won't hurt as much, Y/n thought. I've been a little stretched now.

"Can I take it off?" asked Ricky, Y/n nodded.

Ricky removed Y/n's underwear, and took a moment to look at her pussy. He was getting super hungry, but Y/n decided to speak up.

"Ricky..."

"Yeah?"

"I need you..."

"To do what?" he smirked

"Get inside me," said Y/n

"As you wish," he said, as he took off his boxers, revealing his super hard dick that was taking him a lotta effort to not get more hard.

"Whoa," said Y/n

"You like it?" he asked, she nodded

"You're big," she said, he laughed, and pecked her lips

"Tell me if it hurts too much," said Ricky, Y/n nodded. But she was so horny at this point, that when Ricky entered her, she felt pain, but it was numb.

Ricky entered her slowly, but fast. Y/n moaned, and he started to go in and out of her.

The room filled with moans and groans

"Faster," Y/n said, and Ricky did as she said.

After a minute of going in and out, "I'm close," said Ricky

"Me too," said Y/n, feeling the liquid form inside of her

"Cum on me, babe," said Ricky, Y/n smiled as she felt her liquid coming to the tip of her pussy. She held it in a few seconds because of the pleasure. However, Ricky was desperate.

He went faster and faster, making Y/n moan more.

"Please. Cum on me, I wanna feel you on me. I know it sounds like total cringe but I wanna feel you so ba-- AAGHH," moaned Ricky as his Y/n's walls tightened up around him, and she cummed, causing Ricky to do the same

He then pulled out of her, and they cleaned themselves up.

~5 minutes later~

"That was good," said Ricky, laying down next to Y/n.

"Yeah," she said, putting her head on his chest, as Ricky blushed and put an arm around her.

"So... What are we? Just fuck buddies, or is this gonna be a 1 night stand?" he asked, secretly hoping she'd accept him as a boyfriend instead.

"Well... I don't know about you, but-- I mean, you being my first time. This meant something to me..." said Y/n

"Well... Do you wanna be my girlfriend then?" asked Ricky, Y/n went silent, thinking about it.

"Shit, sorry. That was a stupid question, I mean you barely know me and--" Ricky trailed off

"Sure," Y/n smiled

"--and you're probably thinking that I'm one of those guys that just use girls for his needs and the next day-- wait... What did you say?" asked Ricky

"I said, sure," said Y/n, smiling

"So... We are dating?" asked Ricky

"Yeah, I mean, I barely know you, but I don't not know you. You're cute, and... Maybe this could work," she said

"Well, from what I know about you, we have a lot in common," Ricky smiled, and Y/n did too.

"Rick! I'm home!" a guy screamed, probably his dad.

"Ok! I have my girlfriend over, if that's ok," said Ricky, looking down at y/n who laughed

"Alright. Glad you were able to move on," said his dad.

"Hey, uh, is it ok if she spends the night?" asked Ricky

"It's fine by me," said his dad, Ricky smiled kissing Y/n's forehead.

Y/n POV:

So... I finally found my guy, Ricky and I are dating now. Let's see where this goes, lol.

Ricky POV:

Best. Day. Ever.

I finally got the girl of my dreams. I'll do anything it takes to not lose her.

Pt. 2?

#rickybowensmut #rickybowenxreader #Rickybowen #Bowen #Ricky #hsmtmts smut #hsmtmts #hsmtmts imagines #rickeyxy/n #rickey Bowen x y/n #finally

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mikwrites-archive · 4 years

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of angels, blood, and lifetimes

☞ pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader ☞ warnings: kind of stockholm syndrome? blood, major death, guns ☞ wc: 4.8k words ☞ genre: mafia/gang au

☞ a/n: this used to be a haikyuu fic that i did but wasn’t too happy with the more i read it so i revamped it for jeonghan !! i hope u guys like it ♡ and if u see any mistakes w the names pls lmk !!! ignore the title highkey i hate it but im so bad at titles HAHAH

Jeonghan wonders how you ended up in a place like this.

The lounge is sordid and foul, filled with an underlying stench of mold and dust, creaking floorboards, and disreputable individuals that looked like they’d pounce upon you like a pack of ravenous wolves if given the chance.

Yet your demeanor is relaxed, the bright spotlight cast upon you and the stage softening your features and illuminating the delicate, gauzy dress you adorned as the deep maroon curtains are swept aside for you, and only you. Even your voice was gentle as you sang, like a gentle angel, as if lulling the wolves to placidity in their den.

But doesn’t distract him from the job. It’s rare something ever does, in all honesty, but Jeonghan almost feels remorseful for what’s about to happen.

When your performance ends, the hollers and catcalls dying down as the curtains swing shut, Jeonghan cocks his head slightly towards the hallway next to the stage where the bathrooms, and no doubt, the dressing rooms were located, with the three other men accompanying him.

“She was pretty good.” Joshua comments, and Seungcheol barks a laugh.

“Yeah. Doesn’t change the fact that we’re after her brother though.”

“She’s pretty too.” Joshua ignores Seungcheol’s statement and Jihoon who rolls his eyes at the former’s statement. “What do you think, Hannie?”

“I think we should stay focused.”

Joshua laughs lightly at the answer, but doesn’t get a chance to reply, the dressing room door being swung open with Jeonghan’s knuckles hovering in the air, about to knock.

“Can I help you?”

You’re somehow more breathtaking up close, hair unpinned, a fluffy robe wrapping your body, and your features are clearly startled at their appearance.

“We were just wondering if we could have a moment to talk?”

You don’t have a choice, but you’re unaware of that, uneasiness flooding you as you search your memory for any recognition of the men and coming up blank.

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak to the owner of the lounge if this is about business, and I don’t take-”

“Sorry if it wasn’t clear, honey.” Jeonghan brushes the side of his suit coat aside lightly, revealing the handle of his gun, and your eyes widen. “But we weren’t asking.”

You let them in quickly after that, and suddenly, you’re sat down with him, the rest dispersed around the room, poking curiously around your vanity and dresses.

“Your last name is Jeon, right?” Jeonghan inquires, and you nod. “Have you been in contact with your brother lately?”

The mention of Wonwoo drains all warmth from your face, and Jeonghan is taken aback by how open you are.

He’s been around enough to tell a liar, and somehow, your posture is open and vulnerable, like a blooming flower, something that almost blinded him, as if you were a beacon of light at the end of the dark tunnel that was the dark business he was in.

“I haven’t seen him in almost a year. He took all my family’s money then left without a trace.” Your tone is bitter, and Jeonghan curses under his breath. “Can I ask what this is about?”

“Your brother,” He inhales slowly, answering in clipped sentences. “Owes us some work.”

Your innocence does nothing to disguise the way your gaze sharpens in thought, and Jeonghan smiles inwardly.

“Were you two close?” He prompts, changing the subject.

“I wouldn’t think so.” You start slowly. “But if you’re asking me whether he’d talk to me, I don’t know. Maybe. People have always told me he felt an obligation to care for me, being his younger sibling, but it’s not something that’s ever really stood out to me.”

It’s good enough for Jeonghan, who gets up, brushing his pants off as he does so, ignoring your perplexed gaze as he glances at his men, who stop their curious investigation about the room and stand beside you.

“What’s- don’t touch me.” You snap, slapping Jihoon’s hand away from your arm, and the room suddenly drops in temperature.

“Woozi.” Jeonghan warns, and he sighs.

“You really think she won’t struggle?”

“What’s going on?” You repeat demandingly, and Jeonghan is struck with a sudden appreciation and interest at your boldness.

“You’re coming with us.”

The words are heavy, and silence blankets the room for a few moments, and your quiet question unsettles everyone.

“Do I have a choice?”

“I think you know the answer to that, honey.” Jeonghan attempts to be sympathetic, but he also knows to not let his guard down, the prettiest rose often having the sharpest thorns.

“I can’t.”

Someone behind you snorts, and it steels your resolve, despite the unreadable expression of the man in front of you who raises an eyebrow.

“I have to work.” You explain haltingly.

This brings a bout of laughs around you, and your eyebrows furrow indignantly, irritation rising at the sound.

“I’m being serious.” You argue as they die down. “My parents can’t work; it’s only me. Wonwoo took almost everything.”

“Maybe your brother should have thought about that, before he-”

“They’ll be given sufficient funds.” Jeonghan cuts through impatiently, and everyone blinks.

“You’re not serious.” Joshua exclaims, and instead of relieved, you look scandalized.

“And I’m not stupid enough to entrust my parents to some organization hunting my brother.” You burst, and Jeonghan grins.

“Smart. But which would you prefer, leaving them with no assets, or have some organization give them money for the time being?”

You nod shortly after a reluctant pause, and Jeonghan gestures for Seungcheol and Jihoon to take you to the car, to which they do so silently, flanking you in obedient order.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Hannie.” Joshua muses as they exit the room, one you wouldn’t be in the presence of for a while, and Jeonghan looks suddenly grim at the statement.

“I’m not in charge for no reason.”

You stay in your designated room for the entire first day.

It’s luxurious, bigger than the living room in your own family home much less your own bedroom, and although you aren’t restricted to this single room alone, free to roam the entire house, you stay locked inside upon choice.

You can hear the commotion outside at times, or the curious rustles and whispers at your door, but you don’t move towards any of them, deep in thoughts pertaining to your situation.

It was almost twisted, the more you thought about it.

The syndicate you were currently held within, was revealed fairly quickly as you made the drive to their headquarters, and darker than you expected. It chilled you to think your brother was involved in mafia business, and you prickled with sympathy at the realization of how young some of the members were.

It made your head spin to think of why, how and when, since primarily you thought of your own involvement now.

You knew you were here because of your relation to your brother, but as to why they were treating you so well, considering whatever deed Wonwoo had committed against them. There was also how they figured upon finding your brother and when you’d be able to leave.

If you ever would be able to.

The thought sends a chilling shiver down your spine, and just as you swing your legs off of your bed, there’s a rap on the door, and Joshua opens it soon after with a small smile.

“Dinner’s ready. You’ve been cooped up here all day, everyone wants to meet you.”

You trudge alongside him slowly, and he doesn’t look impressed with your lackluster behaviour, but you don’t care. You simply want to eat, survey the members, and return to your room.

There’s eight of them at the table.

Yoon Jeonghan was the leader of the group, his right hand man being Hong Joshua, with Choi Seungcheol and Lee Jihoon as close second and third. There was Lee Seokmin, an experienced member, though he seemed to fill in for any of the top four whenever needed, and Kim Mingyu, the basis of intelligence research and support. There was also Boo Seungkwan, a nervous looking boy, though skilled, and Lee Chan, master of reconnaissance, the two youngest members.

They don’t talk to you much, and you’re not exactly inviting them to, although the curiosity is palpable through each member’s gaze.

The scrape of forks against plates is all that fills the room, until everyone is satisfied, and it’s broken by Jihoon.

“Anyone wanna go shoot some rounds?”

You’re left to sit there confusedly as they all scoot back their chairs, agreeing quietly or silently, leaving the room until Chan peers back inside.

“Are you coming?”

Seeing that you didn’t remember how you got to the dining room in the first place from your own accommodation, you quickly stand, following and trying not to get distracted throughout the winding hallways.

You find yourself in a gun range, and you’re torn between wanting to laugh at your circumstances, or being concerned as you stand by the doorway, watching as everyone bustles around as if it were a normal occurrence (as it was).

They place bets, apparently Jeonghan being the reigning champion of the targets, and it’s fairly amusing to see them curse and shout as they all fire off.

“Can I try?” You pipe up, attracting the attention of the group with surprise, and they all exchange glances before shrugging in agreement; but before one of them can offer his gun, you tug a small pistol out of the folds of your clothes, and they all halt.

“Did you always have that on you?” Seungcheol shrieks, and you stare at him.

“Have you seen where I work?”

“No one thought to check her for weapons?” Jeonghan raises an eyebrow amusedly, and mutters arise from the three who accompanied him. You want to retort how you weren’t stupid enough to pull your tiny pistol on a group of them but bite your tongue.

You pay no attention to the bickering that arises after as well, aiming your gun for a few moments before firing, and making the group jump. You continue on consistently, and when the bullets run out, you stare at the blistering holes in the target, eyes burning as they observe the results interestedly.

You don’t catch the pair of deep brown eyes upon you as you place the gun gingerly next to the other emptied ones.

“She did better than you, ‘Kwannie.”

“Shut up, Dino.”

That night, you’re awoken by what you think is a ghost.

Your sleep was restless anyways, being unable to slumber peacefully throughout the entire night ever since you’ve arrived, so as you tiptoe out of your room to discover the source, it’s almost welcomed.

Your fingertips trail against the vintage wallpapered walls as your ears strain to follow the melodic drifting voice, halting at the ajar doorway you deemed your destination, moonlight streaming out.

The sound is almost haunting, high and lonely and beautiful, and you sway to it unconsciously in your attempt to stay at a standstill as you listen outside the doorway. It cuts off as you make the tiniest step closer to hear better, and you hold your breath.

“Who’s there?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you squeeze your eyes shut, praying to whatever higher being that resides in the heavens to protect you from the outcome of revealing yourself as you step cautiously into the room.

“Oh, it’s you.” Jeonghan sighs, and you release a breath of relief.

He looks like an angel in the gauzy moonlight, not the cherub, rosy cheeked ones, with fluttery wings, but the powerful, punishing, broad shouldered beings with cold gazes. He reminds you of a double edged sword, glinting, in delicate beauty and dangerous pain.

“Your voice is beautiful.” You offer softly, clutching the material of your soft pyjama gown, and Jeonghan smiles wryly.

“Says the lounge singer in our midst.”

“The company at the lounge aren’t exactly the best judges. I don’t think they really care about how I sound too much, just how I look.” You muse, sitting down as Jeonghan gestures for you to.

“I would say they have pretty good judgement, honey, hearing and seeing both firsthand.”

You don’t reply, looking away from his amused gaze, perking up as he begins to hum, starting to sing once more.

You blame it upon the late hours that your eyes flutter heavily to darkness as you listen, propping your face upon the heel of your palm, and when you regain fuzzy consciousness, you’re rocking slightly side to side, just enough to be aware of the arms cradling you, and the flash of blonde hair as you crack your eyes open.

You sleep throughout the rest of the night, waking up in your own room, wondering if the previous night was a dream.

“The boss wants dinner with you.”

“Now?” You glance up from the television screen, at Seungkwan who stood at the doorway, scoffing.

“No, tonight. It’s three in the afternoon, for god’s sake.”

He dodges the pillow you chuck at him easily, and raises an eyebrow.

“Getting quite bold, for a hostage.”

“If you wanted me dead, it’d have happened by now.” You muse, eyes trained upon the screen once more, as you had spent the majority of your time here doing.

Seungkwan smiles at that, moving to leave, calling over his shoulder.

“Be ready by seven. Someone will come to get you.”

Dinners with Jeonghan end up becoming a regular occurence, the first few filled with awkward silence and stunted conversation, until it became more smooth, skimming the surface of being almost friendly and welcomed in their happenings.

By the seventh dinner, you were prepared to ask a question that had nagged at you since they first appeared at the lounge you worked at, and as the forks and knives were set down, you were set to inquire. Yet Jeonghan seemed to have the same idea.

“Would you ever consider joining us?”

“What?” All thoughts of your own question flee your mind, and are filled with numb shock.

“Well, you’ve been here for a while. There’s not really anywhere you can go after this is all over. You’d make more money than you would singing.”

“When this is all over.” You repeat slowly. “What does that mean? What is going on in the first place and what does it have to do with my family?”

Jeonghan sighs, leaning back in his chair, steepling his fingers.

“Wonwoo was stealing money from our operations. The last time any of us saw him, he had just transferred a large sum into his own account, before disappearing.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m a lot of things, honey.” Jeonghan is solemn, no sign of deceit upon his features, and you shake your head. “But I’m not a liar.”

You tremble as you clench your fists, gritting your teeth, and he thinks your eyes are glittering with tears, but the sound you emit is a hissed snarl of anger, and he blinks.

“He wouldn’t have. He couldn’t.” Your gaze snaps up to meet him abruptly, and Jeonghan almost recoils. “Tell me how much it was.”

He finds it impossible to refuse in your gaze, and when he tells you the specific amount, your face hardens.

“He stole all that money… and still took mine, our family’s…”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your apologies.” You snap, and he quiets as you fume. He can practically see your anger, raging in a fueling tempest as you stand and pace, no doubt trying to process and calm your whirling emotions. “I worked for years, spent years of my life in that shitty lounge, and I’m never going to get them back.”

Collapsing back into your seat, you don’t realize tears are running down your cheeks until Jeonghan reaches over and brushes one away with his thumb, and you take a gasping breath, shuddering as it all crashes down.

And he sits next to you, through it all.

The next night, you don’t sleep.

Your inability to fall asleep is inhibited by the events of the previous night, eyes still aching from the outburst, and also to the fact that there’s nothing stopping you from getting up out of the tossed and tangled sheets and leaving, for the mafia was out on business.

But you stay, staring up at the ceiling, and you don’t understand why.

You’re not sure if it’s lucky or not that you do, because as you sit up, planning on getting a drink of water to clear your thoughts and soothe your throat, your door bursts open, and the first thing you see is blood.

“You’re still here.” Joshua breathes, eyes wide, matching your own gaze of shock. “Do you know basic first aid?”

You don’t get to answer, or perhaps you took too long, because a chorus of shouts and members clamour down the hallway, and Joshua dashes after them in a haste, with you trailing after in confusion.

The red stains are staggered on the floor and streaked on the walls from fingertips leaning on support, and you follow it like a sick trail of breadcrumbs to the witch’s house, the infirmary.

Apparently, Mingyu knows first aid and hospital procedures, snapping on blue latex gloves, holding a variety of metal surgical tools while the rest of them bustle around, assisting in any way they can.

“Stay down, or you’ll make it worse.”

“I’m fine.” Jeonghan grits, a contrast to his wince as he props himself up on his elbows.

“You literally got shot.” Joshua looks serious for once, and Jeonghan collapses, groaning.

“Hey, you.”

You jolt at the order, realizing you’re being spoken to, and you answer with a croak.

“If you’re gonna be here, at least do something useful. Help remove the material.”

Mingyu points at a pale Jeonghan, and you swallow, making your way over and gently beginning to unbutton the dress shirt with surprisingly steady hands, avoiding the scarlet bloom on the side of his stomach. You steal glances at Jeonghan, who doesn’t give any notice that you’re technically undressing him, eyes closed and teeth clenched as sweat beads at his forehead.

You’re quickly shoved aside as you finish, and you join Joshua outside the doorway, chest heaving as he gazes at you in curiosity.

“You checked him out didn’t you.” It’s not a question, but a statement, and you give him the most disgruntled look you can, but your mind flashes back and you can’t hide the flush.

“No- I- you don’t know what you’re- he’s dying.” You glare, and Joshua laughs.

“He’ll be fine. He said so.”

You can only stare in amazement at his dismissal, but you miss the way his expression fades to solemnity as he walks away.

You have a feeling no one sleeps that night, with the exception of the one, who once he wakes, calls for you.

Jeonghan offers you a pudding cup, which you take as he devours his own, before posing his question.

“Have you thought at all about my offer from the other day?”

“Well,” you begin slowly, toying with your spoon. “I can’t exactly leave without posing a certain risk. And I don’t have anything going for me outside of here, so… I accept.”

He smiles.

“On one condition though.” You look at him solemnly, gaze piercing his own as he listens.

“When we find Wonwoo, I want to talk to him, before whatever happens.”

He thinks for a moment, before nodding.

“Welcome to the gang.”

It’s not difficult to feel like you belong.

Ever since you had begun to stay, you had attempted to forge bonds with each member for your own safety, some of them joining you in your television binges, or you joining them in their leisurely activities if you didn’t feel like too much of a nuisance.

And once you were officially considered a member of the organization, you began to understand why they stayed.

They were a team, bound by bonds over blood, and while they constantly bickered, it was clear that they were unbreakable except by death, and it was now offered as an extension to you which you took gratefully.

And while you could say you became closer with all of them, there was one you felt you became more distant with.

Dinners became scarce with Jeonghan, as well as almost all interaction with the exception of greetings and meetings on business.

Just as he dismisses you from a meeting, eyes on his paperwork, you suck in your cheeks, bolstering yourself as you confront him.

“Was all that stuff before just a ploy to get me to join? Or is it that you regret asking me to join?”

He blinks, gaze snapping upwards.

“Of course not.”

“Then,” you feel extremely childish, as if you were a highschooler dealing with a frustrating crush. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I…” Jeonghan inhales, standing up as he begins to pace the room slowly. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”

“You told me you weren’t a liar.”

He flinches, almost imperceptibly, but you see it, honing in like a hawk on its prey.

“Not consciously.” He amends, eyes meeting yours briefly, and your gaze flickers with confusion. “I just don’t think it’s wise.”

“Why?” You press, stepping towards him, tilting your head as you search his avoiding gaze for answers.

It’s quick, the way his lips meet yours as if in a haste, but it’s like a blurted confession, and the position later is slow, like the realization of your happenings.

Your fingertips are light on his cheek, your gaze boring into his, and he finds himself perfectly content in being suspended within your eyes, each breath short and lost to the thrum of his heart.

“That’s why.” He breathes, and you swallow.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Do it again.”

And so he does.

“You’re in a good mood today, Hannie.”

Joshua’s voice is sickly sweet, aiming to trap Jeonghan in his sticky honey clutches, but the leader knows his friend all too well, and narrows his eyes.

“Am I?”

“Mhm,” Joshua assents, grinning mischievously as he leans forwards. “And I think I know why.”

“And why is that?”

“Our newest recruit of course.”

Jeonghan says nothing, bringing his cup up to his lips as Joshua looks like the cat who caught the mouse, enjoying this immensely, while Seungcheol and Jihoon watch amusedly.

“Did you guys fuck?” Jihoon inquires, and Jeonghan chokes on his drink, and that seems to serve enough of an answer to everyone else, who nod knowingly.

“They totally fucked.” Seungcheol laughs.

“We did not fuck.” Jeonghan argues, clearing his throat as he uses one arm to prop himself up further in his seat uncomfortably. “We just kissed.”

The exchange of glances around the room proves their disbelief at his statement, and Jeonghan pinches the bridge of his nose.

A knock grasps their attention, and they perk up at the sound, eyes honing in on the door swinging open.

��Hey.” You suddenly feel like being put under a spotlight as you step inside, everyone’s gaze snapping towards you, warily speaking your next sentence. “I just thought we could return to what we were talking about yesterday. I think I have something.”

“Is this some kind of sex codeword?” Joshua murmurs to Jeonghan, who glares.

“A what?” You blink, and Jeonghan gestures for you to forget it, to which you furrow your eyebrows before shrugging.

“What did you have in mind?” Jeonghan leans forwards, resting his forearms on his thighs, and Joshua waves his hand expectantly.

“Hello, are we missing something here?”

“I have a plan to get Wonwoo.” You answer, and the room suddenly bleeds into an atmosphere of seriousness, with all eyes and ears upon you.

“Go on.” Jeonghan nods, and you rub your sweaty palms on your pants.

“It’s simple really…”

As simple as the plot was, things went horribly off course.

You weren’t supposed to be involved, as much as you protested, yet the majority of them agreed, your only role to be the bait as it was from the beginning. The reveal wasn’t a surprise to you, having figured it out within days of staying at the house, yet it stung to still be reduced to that role despite proposing the scheme itself.

The week was spent sending subtle messages in public of where you were and whom you were with, and you had received information from allies that Wonwoo was on the move, seen exactly where you had been planted alone with other members in public briefly.

Yet as the night came, the house was dark and silent, and you were startled by the sound of your door creaking open, heart racing.

“Hello?” You squint, the only source of light being the moon, and as they step from the shadows the first thing you see is bleached blond hair and the metal glint of a gun. “Wonwoo?”

This was not part of the plan.

“How did you get inside?” You stammer, wondering how he managed to get past the members on defense and whether they were alright, however not having heard any shots fired, your nerves were settled for the time being.

“Let’s go.” He gestures the gun lightly, but the aim is still pointed at you, and you swallow, exiting the room slowly as he trails behind you. Your own weapon is heavy upon your side, your mind racing as to the ways you could reveal it without getting your head blown off.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

The cocking of guns is slow, almost drawn out in the hallway, and you’re in the middle of it all.

“Lower your gun, Wonwoo.” Joshua’s tone is cold, and Wonwoo sneers, not moving his aim.

“You got her to join.” Wonwoo glares at Jeonghan, whose gaze is equally stony.

“It was her choice.”

“What, is this all just some ploy to get back the money I took?”

“It was at first. But you took more than that didn’t you?”

A flicker of confusion falls over Wonwoo’s face and it’s that moment you tug your pistol from its confines, aiming with a steady hand.

“Do you remember when you gave this to me?” You muse, unmoving as Wonwoo freezes. “You told me to never let anyone take anything from me. And I won’t. Not anymore.”

A gunshot fires, and the air is heavy and thick, for no one breathes until someone drops down in the dim light, and you don’t move towards them, but everyone else does.

A hand rests tentatively on your shoulder, and it’s warm, the voice paired with it, comforting as you lower your gun, wisps of smoke emanating from the barrel.

“Are you alright?” Jeonghan inquires, and he thinks your eyes glimmer shinily as you gaze at the body of your brother, but when you meet his gaze, they’re sharp and dry as you reply.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

The stone is chilling on your back as you lean against it, tilting your head to the sky as you stretch your neck, before relaxing and falling back down to the blades of grass that swayed gently in the breeze.

“You’ve been coming out here a lot.”

You don’t need to look up to know who it is, able to tell from the sight of shoes in your vision and the voice, but you do anyway, smiling up at Jeonghan, who looks down at you concernedly.

“It’s quiet out here.”

He settles down beside you, and you grasp his hand lightly, to which he squeezes it in return.

He didn’t question it, he felt he understood enough; the night you shot that bullet, killing your brother made you carry a weight that had to have shifted something internally.

“Are you happy here?”

“Not particularly. It is my brother’s tombstone.” You respond drily, and Jeonghan smacks your arm lightly, scoffing a laugh as he shakes his head.

“I mean, working here. Staying here.”

“I don’t know.” You hum. “Are you happy here?”

“I don’t know.” He responds, and you narrow your eyes at him, searching for any sign of derisiveness in his gaze, but you see truth. “I haven’t known anything else my entire life besides this. But, I am happy with you. I know that much.”

“Could we leave? Is that possible?”

“Is that…” Jeonghan starts slowly, searching in his mind for possibilities, surprising himself with his own openness to the idea. “Is that something you want?”

“I want to be with you.” You gaze at him, eyes meeting his. “That’s all I want. For as long as possible.”

“Let’s do it then.”

“Yeah?” You blink, and he nods, standing up and brushing the dirt off of his legs, holding his hand out to you helping heft you upwards to your feet.

“Yeah.” Jeonghan smiles, and you return it.

“A lifetime with you doesn’t sound too bad.”

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Not Alone: Chapter Nine

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :P bruh its 3:45 in the morning and i have a softball game in six hours but fuck sleep right? This is the l o n g e s t chapter ive written and it took hours i was writing it while listening to true crime podcasts lol new characters unlocked

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-> Warnings: pervy doods, blood, sexual assault, violence, guns

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The sunlight coming in the window blinded Y/n as she woke up disoriented. She shivered from the cold breeze that came from down the hall. She noticed she was lying on Kirishima still and smiled, thinking about the night before. But stopped when she noticed that his shirt was soaked in cold sweat.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, “No. No.” She pushed him and his body compressed against her push, but he didn’t stir.

“Y/n what is it?” Mina came running in the room.

Kirishima sputtered and snorted. He rolled over knocking Y/n off and onto the floor. She started to laugh, “He’s alive. I thought… He’s cold. Oh my god he’s alive. His fever broke. He’s going to live.” Y/n jumped up and grabbed the next vial of medication.

Mina rushed to his side and felt his face, “Oh fuck, I was scared. I thought for sure he was gone.” Mina hugged her when she came back. Mina smelt like Hades and Y/n smirked. They had traded sleeping partners for the night.

Y/n hugged her back, but noticed the difference in their bodies. Mina was melded into Y/n, squeezing her where as Y/n was rigid.

They gave him his next shot and pulled the bandages off his leg. The red lines had receded but the wound still looked red and angry. She knew they weren’t out of the danger zone, but she felt good knowing that they were one step closer.

He slept the entire day and Mina and Y/n hung out. They took turns keeping watch and playing with Hades. Y/n could see Hades’s affinity towards Mina getting stronger. She knew that even she felt different. She was getting closer to Mina and Kirishima.

“Y/n what’s for dinner?”

Y/n shrugged down at Mina from the window of the barn, “I can go kill a bird.”

Mina nodded, “Alright. I’ll start the fire.”

They sealed up the house completely and decided to cook in the bunker. It was gross and sweaty with a fire down there, but it made perfect sense. No smell escaped out into the wind.

She climbed down with her bow and quiver and headed across the grass. She slipped into the forest, but instead of finding a tree to climb she froze. She smelled them before she could see or hear them. She slid against the tree and waited to figure out where the smell was coming from.

“It was rude of you to leave without the escort we offered.”

Y/n turned to the voice but something smacked her in the forehead and everything went black.

Xxxx

“Wake up.” Pain overwhelmed her as she opened one of her eyes. She saw bars in front of her face. “Please wake up.”

In the muted firelight she could see a girl poking her with a stick. It made a small cut on her arm, but that wasn’t where the pain was coming from. She closed her eyes tightly and then opened them again. It was dark, the firelight licked across the dark metal bars of her cage. She turned to the girl.

“Where are we?”

“The others have us.” The girl said. Y/n’s stomach fell into her bowels. Her heartbeat and breath quickened. She pushed the door to the cage with her foot. Her boots were gone.

“Where are we specifically?”

The girl frowned at Y/n, “What?”

“Our location.”

The girl shrugged. She was skinny and filthy. She made Y/n think about Mina, which made her panic. She wondered if they knew where Mina and Kirishima were. She saw her bow and quiver leaning against the tree near her.

“There she is.”

Y/n looked up at the filthy scumbag who had chased her into town. He was grinning again. He seemed very proud of himself. “You’re a pretty girl. What’s your name? I bet it’s something pretty like Jessica or Stephanie or Grace.” Y/n licked her lips and put a finger to the source of her pain. He winced as she touched the red sticky spot. “Sorry ‘bout that. I had to surprise you. Bet it hurts doesn’t it.” He kneeled on the ground in front of her cage. “Wanna tell me about how you got outta town?”

Y/n gulped.

He rattled the cage suddenly and started laughing at her horrified expression. “Jesus you aren’t mute are you? I like it when you girls scream.” He pointed to the girl next to Y/n. “I guess we can make her scream for you.”

The girl shied away from the bars and curled into a small ball. Y/n wanted him dead. Right now.

He pointed at Y/n again, “You’re going to fetch us a good price. I know it.”

Fear rocked Y/n. She didn’t have a plan. That was one of her rules. Her plans where capture was a possibility had never included a cage. She always thought the girls were grabbed and dragged to trucks.

He walked back to the fire and howled into the night air. She watched as he unzipped his pants and peed on the fire.

“Jesus Christ that’s disgusting you fucker.” The hot steam rose from the fire, polluting the air around it. A large group of men started to bitch and complain. Y/n looked at the girl who had a disgusted look on her face.

“I don’t know about you but I don’t want that inside me.” Y/n gasped at her language. The girl grinned at her, “Names Jirou.”

“I’m Y/n.” Y/n looked around for Mina and Kirishima but she didn’t see them anywhere. “How old are you, Jirou?” She asked softly.

Jirou spat on the ground outside of her bars, “Sixteen.” She was malnourished. She would be made to work the farms. She wouldn’t be a breeder.

Y/n wouldn’t let either of them end up that way. She saw a small silver thing on the ground and looked at Jirou.

“Poke that stick this way again.”

She slipped her skinny arm through the bars and passed it to Y/n. Y/n looked back at the men. They were getting drunk and the fire was starting to dim. She flicked at the silver thing and dragged it back to her with several small movements. It was an old rusty nail with a silver tip. She reached her fingers through the bars and grabbed it.

“How old are you?” Jirou asked, watching the men.

“Nineteen.”

“You look older.”

Y/n wanted to frown at her, but the nail in her hands felt too amazing to bother. She passed Jirou the nail, “Pick your lock.”

She eyed it smiling, “Wow you’re good.” She reached her hands through the bars. Jirou made funny faces and then Y/n heard the clunk of the lock. She picked the lock faster than Y/n did. Y/n had only ever picked a couple.

She nodded, “Mom says we have to do whatever it takes to not be a breeder. I will die before I go there.” Her words reminded Y/n of the girl in the back of the truck who screamed. She felt sick. She was even more determined to save Jirou. The rusty nail clanked in the lock. “Want me to do it?”

Y/n gave her a look, “They’ll notice your tiny arm slipping through to my cage.” She fumbled with it again. “Dipshit is coming back.” She pulled her arm in and sat on the nail.

He grinned at Y/n, “I think I wanna taste the merchandise before I give it away.” He pulled a key out of his pants and licked his lips. He got down on the ground in front of her cage and stuck the key in. “You’re gonna like this.”

Y/n felt like throwing up.

He opened the door and reached in lightning fast. His huge hand grabbed her thin wrist and clamped down. He dragged her from the cage. She kicked at him but he was too strong. He pinned her to the ground on her stomach and pulled her hair, whispering into her ear, “Scream and I slit your throat.” He let go of her hair with force and shoved her face into the pine needles and dirt. Y/n coughed and choked. Her eyes flickered at Jirou.

“Don’t do this in front of her,” Y/n begged.

He shoved her face in the pine needles again, “She needs educating. Where you two are going, you’ll both be needing to know how to make a man happy. Think of me as your teacher.”

Y/n felt him grind himself against her and threw up. She couldn’t stop herself. She didn;t have anything in her stomach but bile filled her mouth. She spat it to the side of her face, scared that he would rub her face in it.

He pulled her pants down and she felt his hands on her underwear. She wanted to scream and fight but her hands were pinned. If she screamed, he’d kill her. She made the snap decision that death would be better than this and opened her mouth to scream, only to feel him put all his weight on her.

“Shhh Y/n. Don’t scream. We need to go now. Before they find him.”

Tears sprung from her eyes as she looked back and saw his open eyes still staring at her. The rusty nail stuck out only a little bit from his head, next to his eye. Blood trickled down his face.

Jirou heaved him off of Y/n quietly. The fire was only twenty feet from them and she could see that the group of men had dwindled. They must have gone to sleep. Y/n pushed herself up and grabbed her pants. She saw her knife in his boot and took it, holding it tightly. She wanted to stab him so bad.

Jirou grabbed her hand and pointed to the woods.

They walk hunched over. Y/n grabbed her boy and quiver and followed Jirou into the forest. They ran fast, even though they were barefoot. She recognized the forest after a few moments. Even in the dark she knew where they were.

“Oh shit.”

Y/n stopped after hearing Jirou speak. She was preparing for the worst but instead it was the best. She saw yellow eyes glowing in the dark. She quickly dropped to her knees, ignoring the branches that cut her skin. His paws were around her neck within seconds. His warm breath was in her hair. She started to cry and Hades held her like a mother would a child, and she elt soothed.

“He’s yours?”

Y/n nodded through the tears, “Hades.”

“He’s a big dog.”

Y/n smiled, “He’s a wolf. A tundra wolf.”

“Well we better get moving before they find us.”

Y/n stood and ran toward the farmhouse. She knew it was through the woods and not far. They could hide there until the men were gone. Her brain couldn’t seem to make her own survival important. She needed to know if Kirishima and Mina were safe. Jirou ran as fast as Y/n did. Her footsteps were a whisper in the grass beside Y/n. Y/n burted through the door. The house was dark and silent.

“Mina? Kirishima?” The living room was empty. The blankets were gone. She didn’t know where to go. She didn’t know where Mina and Kirishima would have gone. She ran down the basement steps into the bunker. Nothing was there. She ran back up the stairs, “We need to go hide. They’re gone. They might be looking for me.”

“Who?”

“My friends.” The words felt funny in her mouth.

Y/n grabbed Jirou’s sweaty fingers in the dark and pulled her back out to the barn. They slipped inside the dark of the barn. She dropped to her knees in the hay and felt for the hatch. It had hay glued on top of it. It was impossible to find even in the bright of day. She only found it because it was open when she arrived.

“Hurry climb down here.”

Hades jumped down into the whole like he had before many times. Jirou felt for Y/n in the dark and then the hatch. Y/n climbed down after her and pulled the huge hatch back over the hole.

Y/n felt around in the silence for a stool. She sat and suddenly the pain in her feet was overwhelming. She knew they had been cut.

“Did your feet get cut?”

Jirou was closer than Y/n thought, she whispered right in Y/n’s face, “No. My mom made us walk and run in the woods barefoot all the time. They always take the shoes.”

“Smart.”

“Yeah mom was a warden at a maximum security prison before. She says she knows all the worst things people can do and she knows why they do it.”

Y/n shivered at the thought.

They don’t hear voices or any noises. Eventually Y/n fell asleep on the wooden floor against the warm fur of Hades. Jirou slept against her. Y/n’s feet pounded too hard for her to get a good nights sleep.

Xxxx

“It’s been five days Y/n. He walks to the same spot and makes weird noises. I have a hunting hound. He does the same thing when he wants me to follow him. We need to get following him in the woods.” Jirou had not stopped talking for five days. Mom this and Mom that. Y/n didn’t know what to do to make her quiet. She didn’t take Y/n’s silence as a hint. “Yup that wolf is trying to tell us the way to go to find them. Are your feet better?”

Y/n looked at the cuts on the bottom and nodded, “They have scabs.” She rubbed salve into the bottoms of her feet and pull her socks over the scabs. She pulled on the boots she had stored in the farmhouse bunker ages ago.

Jirou threw a huge bone for Hades. He ran to get it and chewed it in the field, “Not so sharp is he? My hound brings it back.”

Y/n looked at the bone and grimaced, “Is that a human bone?”

Jirou shrugged, “Does it matter?”

Hades picked up the long thin bone and walked toward the same spot in the field like he had for the past five days and whined.

“Okay let’s follow him then.” Y/n slung on her backpack and looked back at the farmhouse. She had left a note in the bunker under the barn. Mina knew it was her favorite hiding place. Y/n’s heart hurt and she decided to not look behind her. She didn;t run through the field. Hades trotted along like a real dog. He didn’t wait at the meeting tree.

Nothing was the same.

She opened the cabin door and suddenly her life felt lost. She knew she would regret opening that stupid door and helping Mina. But she never imagined her regret would be being separated from them.

Her heart hurt when she thought about the kisses she shared with Kirishima. Her stomach hurt when she thought about Mina being taken.

Hades picked up the pace as they entered the woods.She reached out and brushed her fingers along the meeting tree. Instead of going the way home to the cabin he cut a hard left and they climbed a different hill.

“So then when I was twelve she says she wants to try to go to the city. So we get all dressed up and I mean bathed and spiffy. We walk all the way to the city but they don’t just let us in. We have to go through a bunch of tests and other nonsense. The city was brand new. It looked like nothing I’ve ever seen. Anyway they come to us in the bright white clothes and make me take all my brand new clean clothes off. They burned them. Mom was mad then. My aunt failed the diabetes test they gave us and so if we wanted to go into the city we would have to leave her behind. No diabetes in the city. Mom said they could shove that up their asses. So we left the city. My other aunt got grabbed there. Mom thinks it was because she tested healthy they told the bad ones to take her to the breeder farms. They drove up in their trucks and held guns on us. They dragged her into the truck. She screamed and reached for us. Mom never moved. She just watched. I never saw my aunt again.” Her story was the story of thousands of women.

“I’ve seen them taken too. They always leave the kids behind.”

Jirou put a finger to her lips, “Shh you hear that?”

Y/n listened. All she heard was her own heartbeat and it dawned on her that as Jirou chatted on, she listened to the forest the way Y/n does. Y/n doesn’t hear them. No birds, no squirrels. She stopped walking. She pulled an arrow instantly and held the bow ready.

A branch broke to the side of them. She swung the bow with the arrow trembling in her hands. A huge black bear groaned and walked past them to the ridge below them. Hades growled and crouched. He looked at Y/n but she shook her head.

They didn’t turn their backs on it. They walked up the hill backwards until the bear was far enough away. Hades’s dark hackles stayed up until he started sniffing the ground again. He wandered in a circle for a bit.

“So then I was saying to Mom… hey look I think he has a smell. Not totally useless is he?”

Y/n glared at her.

Jirou put her hands up, “What? He’s no hound but I think he’s got the scent.”

They followed him through the thick woods until he suddenly stopped waking. They hiked for hours and that was the most animated she had seen him. He growled in his low town and crawled along the forest floor on his belly. They follow him low to the ground. Y/n was scanning the forest but she saw nothing.

“There.” Jirou pointed to a man wearing camouflage high up in a tree. He held a sniper rifle. There was no way they wouldn’t get around him. She pulled her bow out but Jirou stopped her hand and pointed to a man in another tree just behind him.

“We wait for dark,” Jirou whispered.

Y/n looked at Jirou and frowned, “Where’s your home?”

Her brown eyes look haunted. “It’s back closer to the town by the big river. Mom was taken when they were looking for some girl. They searched all the houses and found my aunt and mom hiding. They didn’t find me. I snuck out the back and over the pointy log wall. The others snatched me outside the gates. The hunters were long gone though, so they were gonna wait for them to come back.”

“It was me,” the words slipped from Y/n’s mouth. Jirou crouched in some larger bush and sat, waiting for nightfall. Y/n spoke after a while. She felt awkward in Jirou’s silence. She was never silent. “I can help you find your mom.”

“She never got taken.”

“Where’d she go?”

“Knowing mom she went to hell. She was a mean and spiteful woman. Full of piss is what my aunt said.”

It hit Y/n like a club to the face, “She died?”

Jirou glanced at her, “I told you what she always said. You do whatever it takes to not go there. They woulda put her in the fields anyway. Her insides were injured having me. She couldn’t have more kids.”

Y/n wanted to cry. Jirou had a mother. She had someone. Y/n felt like it was her fault somehow.

“I’m really sorry Jirou. Do you have anywhere you can go? Do you have other people?”

Jirou shook her head, “Nope. It was me, mom and my aunt.”

Y/n decided she wouldn’t ever leave her. No matter what she wouldn’t leave her.

The day faded to night slowly. Spring was further along and the days were longer. The cool air was still fresh and crisp but the sun was getting warmer.

Hades slept again Y/n and Jirou whittled a small piece of wood. She passed the finished product to Y/n. She didn’t know what it was.

“It’s a rook.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow.

“For chess,” she said it like Y/n was an idiot.

“The game?”

Jirou nodded and smiled, “I’m making the pieces for a board. I guess I have to start over. Mine were in our village.”

Y/n looked confused, “You have a village?”

Jirou shook her head, “Nope. Had. The others came last month and burned it to the ground.”

“Life’s hard, Jirou. I’m convinced the god that everyone talked about before, hates us.”

Jirou’s eyes hardened and she pulled her dark blue hair back from her face, “Don’t ever say that. No matter what we have to believe that he’s going to help us. The evil is us.”

Hades jumped but it was too late. As she heard the branch snap behind her she saw a blak hood go over Jirou’s face. Y/n jumped but the guns were on her.

“What’ve got here?” The man standing before Y/n was grinning. He held a rifle to her face.

Hades was ready to attack but Y/n put her hand out, “No Hades. No.” He looked at her face confused. She could see it in her eyes. She shook her head and then looked at the man. “We’ll walk with you but you can’t put that over my head. If he can’t see my eyes he’s going to lose it and kill at least one of you.”

He nodded, “You walk with the wolf. I’ll kill him if I have to.” He removed the hood from Jirou who looked at Hades. Y/n gave her a sharp look. She knew the desperation on Jirou’s face was trying to over take, Y/n felt the same way. But they couldn’t win the fight. They could die like her mom.

One of the other guys with a gun smirked at Y/n. He was young and bold looking. He spoke to Y/n and she could hear the smile on his face, “I’d ask if you were spies for the other but you’re girls. What girls would help them out? So that leaves me with only one assumption,” He grinned and nudged Y/n, “You’re lookin for a date.”

Y/n doesn’t speak.

Jirou snorted, “You wish. No we’re looking for our friends. The other had us but we got away.” Y/n shot her a dirty look and Jirou scowled. “Don’t give me that look Y/n. Mom says we need to remember some ways of the world before an manners is one of the things we all seem to forget about.”

The man with the gun grinned, “Her mom sounds like the kind of girl we are always looking for. Warm my bed, bake my bread and say please and thank you like a lady should.”

Jirou shoved him, “My mom never warmed no man’s bed. She wasn't no lady. She was a survivor.” The man shoved Jirou back and Y/n caught her.

“Easy kid.”

The leader got in Y/n’s face with his gun. Y/n looked into his dark red eyes angrily, “Her mom just died creating a diversion for her to escape the hunters.” He made a face that surprised Y/n, remorseful.

“I’m sorry Jirou, is it? Never speak ill of the dead, unless they’re the monsters who started all of this.” He held his hands out.”

Jirou sniffed and wiped her nose on her arm, “It’s nothing. She died the way she wanted.” Y/n knew the pain Jirou felt and the strength she hid behind. The leader's eyes told her that he did too.

Hades nudged against her. He was nervous and whined. She looked as they entered a huge camp. The fires were lit making the woods smoky and smelled of food. Her mouth watered as her stomach grumbled. She didn’t the last time she actually ate.

“New recruits?” A man asked, looking Y/n up and down and nodded his head. Hades lunged at him. Y/n seriously thought the wolf could read minds, and that man’s mind was not pure. He jumped back, “Holy shit is that a wolf?”

Y/n laughed, she couldn’t help herself. Hades was hovering over him snarling. The men who had escorted them laughed at the fallen men and Y/n called him, “Hades.”

He snarled once more and ran to Y/n’s side. He stood tall and proud with his chest out. He snarled at everyone.

“You have my friends here don’t you?”

The man with the smile frowned, “Who?”

“A girl and a guy. They’re really good friends.”

His eyes narrowed, “No one’s come recently. Except you.”

“Don’t lie to me. He’s tall with red hair and red eyes. He has an injury on his leg. She’s younger and about my size. She has pink hair and black eyes. They’re really close.”

He shook his head, “Look we don’t have anyone here. We don’t take prisoners.”

Y/n looked at the guns surrounding them and raised her eyebrows.

He laughed, “You were spying on us and have a huge wolf as a pet.”

Y/n didn’t laugh. She wanted Kirishima and Mina,”

Jirou gave Y/n a look, “Why would he bring us here if they’re not here?”

Y/n shrugged, “The smell of food.”

The guy with the gun in her face pointed at Hades, “Keep him under control and we can drop the weapons.”

Y/n patted Hades on the head and scratched his ears. He shook his head once. He was still agitated,

The camp was like nothing Y/n had ever seen. It reminded her of the band of merry men Robin Hood joined in the forest.

She heard a noise she had never heard before. She turned her head when she saw where it came from. A small boy with white blond hair ran past her. He had his arms stretched out. He latched onto Hades, making her jump to his rescue but Hades looked at her and lowered her body for the child.

“Andy no, Not the wolf. Oh my god I’m so sorry.” A dark haired woman walked up to Y/n. She looked older, maybe thirty. She was dressed in a long gathered skirt and a blouse. She was pretty in a simple way. She looked at Jirou and smiled motherly. “We need to get you cleaned up and get some food in that belly. You look like you must be starved.” She looked at the man next to Y/n, “Watch him for me while I get her taken care of?”

The man nodded and kneeled next to the boy who was shrieking and hugging her wolf. Hades panted, contented.

“His name’s Hades. Be careful, okay Andy.” The man put a hand out for Hades to sniff.

Jirou gave her a pleading look as she was getting dragged off. Y/n wanted to reach for her but she didn’t. The woman with the black hair had dark doe eyes that instantly made Y/n feel comfortable.

Y/n looked around and noticed that there were fires everywhere. Small tents lined the forest and lean-tos were staggered amongst them. She had never seen anything like it. Clothes hung from lines in the trees. The canopy provided the perfect shelter. She felt like she had entered a sacred site. Everyone was busting about, as if on a mission.

“This is like the Shire.”

“You’ve read The Hobbit?”

Her neck almost snapped as she looked back him,”Yeah, have you?”

He nodded and patted Hades once more.

“Wolfie wolfie wolfie.” The white haired angel cries into Hades’s dark fur. He looked down with the hug and struggled to escape.

“He’s done.”

The man pulled the boy off, making him make an ungodly noise, “Nooo Bakugo. I wanna hug the wolfie. I wanna wolfie. Miiiine.”

Y/n gasped, “Bakugo?” The eyes and the smile. He looked almost exactly how they described him. “Mina and Kirishima’s friend Bakugo?”

His face dropped, “Mina and Kirishima? My friends?” Y/n nodded. His face grew savage. He let go of the boy and gripped her arm harshly. He shouted in her face, “Where are they?”

Y/n pointed, “I thought they were here.”

Hades didn’t like the struggle going on. He lept in between them and knocked Bakugo to the ground. He had him by the scruff of his shirt and was making a noise she had never heard before.

“Hades.”

He ignored Y/n. She sat on the ground and made a whistle sound and Hades tugged once more on his shirt before backing away. He turned and sauntered towards her. He was overwhelmed. She was overwhelmed. He curls onto her lap and as she stroked his ears while he trembled.

Bakugo stood up and walked toward Y/n. Hades growled and snarled in her lap. She looked up at Bakugo.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you.”

His dark eyes played in the dim light of dusk, “They’re alive?”

“Last time I saw them.”

His jaw tenses up.

Y/n turned to see a rugged man walk up to where they were, “Bakugo I need to go over some things with you.”

The white haired boy saw the man and started his tirade all over again. He was stomping his feet and pointing at Hades who trembled. She wrapped her arms around him and glared at the young boy. She hated children.

“Stop that you little brat. You’ll get us all killed,” Y/n hissed at him. The noise would no doubt draw the others or worse.

Bakugo laughed at her but his expression was lost.

Jirou walked over to Y/n in a clean dress with patches. Her hair was slicked back and wet. She was holding a platter of sorts covered in meat and something white.

“Y/n thith ith cheeth. You have to have thum.” Her mouth was near bursting as she spoke. Y/n grimaced watching her stuff her mouth. She sat beside Hades and Y/n. He raised his face instantly and started eating from Jirou’s plate.

Hades was making his weird wolf noise that he made when he was happy. It almost sounded like a cat purring but lower and deeper inside of him.

The platter was empty and Y/n had had nothing. She couldn’t stop looking up at Bakugo, who was talking to another man. He glanced at Y/n every now and then. She could tell that he wanted to talk to her.

“The people I’m looking for, Mina and Kirishima, Bakugo is their friend.” She pointed to him subtly.

Jirou raised an eyebrow, “You think that’s why Hades brought us here?”

Y/n shrugged, “Maybe. I think he smelled the food.”

Jirou grinned with food in her teeth, “Thank god for Hades and his belly.”

“I’m worried about where they are though. If they’re not here, where could they have gone?”

“The farms,” Jirou said nonchalantly, even though Y/n knew that Jirou feared the idea of it whether he had met them or not.

Y/n’s skin prickled thinking about them in the farms. Mina was old enough to be put to ‘work’ and Kirishima was strong. He would be made to work hard labor.

Y/n looked up and saw people eyeballing them. They pretended to be working near them, but they watched Hades as he ate. It made Y/n smile. If only they know how much of a pussycat he was.

She felt fingers bite into her skin, “Wolfie mine!” He shouted in her face. The little brat was back. She hated him. His greedy little fingers were wiping an orange paste on her shirt. She leaned away from him.

“Don’t look so horrified. He’s just a kid.” Bakugo picked the little monster up and carried him back to the doe eyed lady. Y/n felt sorry for her. She thought that her life must be horrid. Y/n looked at the orange stain mixed with debris smeared across her sleeve

She glanced up at Bakugo, “Is there somewhere I can wash up?”

He nodded at the dark haired lady, “Mary can take you.”

Mary smiled, “Followed me.” She passes the evil beast with the white hair to a man next to her. Y/n looked at Jirou who nodded.

“Just don’t get roped into the dress and them brushing your hair. It’s a bad experience. Hades is fine here with me.”

Y/n walked away from Hades, she knew that he would see the fear in her eyes and follow. She didn’t want him anywhere near the little monster

“You’ve never seen a child before have you?” Mary asked sweetly as they walked past a grouping of tents and lean-tos. She led her down a steep narrow dirt path.

“Not in over ten years. Just the ones left behind when the mom’s get taken. I don’t hang around long enough to get to the know them though.”

“That’s horrible. You leave little kids alone?”

Y/n didn’t care if she judged her. She was alive, “I was a kid too Mary. I barely took care of myself and Hades.”

Mary crossed her arms, “He gets tired once it’s after six. He really is a sweet boy. Once you get to know him, you’ll love him.”

She tried not to be rude but spoke her mind, “He will get you killed with noises like that. The infected love noisy things that lead to food.”

Mary looked back aghast, “We never leave camp. None of the children do.”

“So you have an agreement with the infected and the others that they stay out of your camp so the kids can be as noisy as they want?” Her sarcasm was filled with more sarcasm.

Mary laughed, “You really don’t have any social skills do you

She shrugged, “I’ve made it this long out there, alone.”

Mary looked shocked, “How long have you been alone.”

Y/n sighed, “Since the beginning.”

The walls surrounding the water were high and rocky. Nothing could get to the massive lagoon of crystal clear dark green water. The only visible path was the one she was standing on. She pulled her boots and socks off. Her scabs stung on the dirt and rocks. She pulled down her pants and ripped off her shirt. She ran down the remainder of the path. She ran onto the huge flat rocks that made a platform and dived in. The cold ripped through her instantly but she had never felt this clean. She remembered her baths as a small kid. They were filled with bubbles and hard plastic mermaids. This was much better. The freshness of the water made her feel alive in a good way. She lied on her back and floated.

She looked over at Mary as she jumped off the rock. Y/n blushed as she entered the water with a big splash. Mary had been completely naked. Y/n had never seen another naked lady before.

Suddenly a noise ripped through the air. She turned as several people jumped into the water. The waves and splashes were taking over the lagoon.

“Oh my god it’s freezing.” Y/n saw a small blonde girl who was a little older than she was next to her. Her teeth chattered and suddenly Y/n realized that her teeth were chattering too.

In a split second a hand pushed Y/n underwater. She sputtered and coughed as she forced her head above the water.

“Hey are you okay,” a guy asked, Y/n assumed it was the one who had pushed her under. Everyone was staring at her and she ran.

She ran faster to get away from their voices. She felt like a freak. She made her way to the nearest fire. She was alone, until she felt the warm breath at her hip. His cold nose felt warm against her bare skin. Y/n went to go grab her dirty clothes but Mary was there, holding a pile.

“Here,” she said. She was dripping wet too. They stood looking at each other in the firelight. Mary was so beautiful in her soaked dress with the water dripping from her.

“Thanks,” Y/n took the pile and pulled on the shirt and pants over her soaked underwear. She pulled her bra off once the shirt was on and covered her.

Mary took it in her hand, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

Mary leaned in and kissed Y/n on the cheek softly, “Y/n it’s okay. You’re safe here. No infection and no others and no military. We take care of each other.” She took Y/n’s soaking bra and pile of dirty clothes and left. Y/n stood by the fire and realized she had kissed her. She had liked that Mary kissed her. It was a nice feeling. Not nice the way Kirishima’s was. Hers was sweet and soft. It made her happy.

She looked down at Hades, who had turned his face in the light of the fire and whined. She patted his head and looked to where Mary walked. She dropped Y/n’s clothes into a basket and pointed to a bright orange glow in the woods across the camp. “Come to the fire. We sing and play guitar.”

Y/n pulled on her dry clothes and wrapped her arms around herself. Hades and Y/n followed Mary through the woods to where a large bonfire is burning. She could hear the music faintly in the crackle of the flames and embers. It was folk music, but better. She hadn’t heard music since before. She felt like an outsider but the people at the fire smiled at her. Someone shoved over on the log in front of her to make space. Hades watched her sit in a crowd. He didn’t know how to respond to it and whined a little.

Heat waves rose from the huge fire making it hard to see across where the musicians sre. The logs were built higher than the people sitting. She could make out a man with a small guitar. He was old and had a beard. A man started singing with the small guitars. His voice was incredible. It was raspy and sweet. Y/n was in a trance. She sat and closed her eyes. The music brought back something soft and sweet that she never knew she was missing. The sweet voice sent shivers down her spine and her throat was thick with unfelt emotions. They sat in a huge circle, warmed by the fire and the raw human emotions inside of the song. It was about love and sacrifice.

This was the greatest moment of her life. She had experienced nothing like this, even before. Time passed, she didn’t know how much. Songs were sung. Whiskey was passed and drank and swayed her body like everyone else. Her guard was not only lowered but completely destroyed.

In the light Y/n could see Mary. She sang and laughed and drank. Her eyes sparkled in the orange glow.

Slowly people trickled away from the fire. Hades had crept up and was lying at her feet. The pile of logs and lumber on the fire had burned down to ash and in the embers she had seen something she never expected. Bakugo was the singer with the haunting voice that had lit her up. He felt the music, she could see that. His eyes were closed and his fingers gently stroked the guitar. He finished the song and Y/n couldn’t help but see him differently.

He walked over to where she was sitting and sat down beside her.

“You’re a good singer.”

“We need to talk.”

Sitting beside him made her insides crawl.. He didn’t look sweet and soft like Mary did. He looked annoyed and angry with her. She felt intimidated by him. He didn’t seem like the goof Mina described. He was intense.

“I know you.”

His long legs seemed huge compared to hers. His were thick and strong looking. His face was handsome like Kirishima’s, but more commanding. She wanted to listen to him for some reason. She felt like he could keep her safe, like he did with everyone else there.

“So where are they?”

She shook her head and tried not to watch his mouth. “I don’t know. They were at my farmhouse last time I saw them?”

“How did thg look?

Y/n gulped, “Great. Kirishima was hurt a bit but I got him medicine. They were fine when I left though.”

“Where did you meet them?

“First my cabin,” She stated the story at the beginning and tried to not stare at his lips as he processed what she had to say. She wanted him to sing to her more.

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