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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 9

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AN: Okay remember when I said there would be a lot more angst? Well here we are. We have arrived at angst station, everybody off the train. This part is so dramatic I really laid it on thick here. Regardless I hope you enjoy and I will try to get part 10 up ASAP!!!

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Sexism, super heavy angst, this got really dark, violence, blood, implied rape (but not described), did I mention violence?, (I'm sorry you guys.)

Word Count: 6,333

The next morning I wake up in my own bed and I don’t move for hours.

Thankfully, after about an hour of crying by the Sidra, Azriel found me and took me back to the House of Wind. Apparently Cassian had sent him, which gave me a little bit of hope. That is until I went to his door and found his room empty. According to Azriel he left for Windhaven after returning home to pack a bag. I didn’t need to interrogate further to know that Cassian wouldn’t be back before the wedding.

I spent the entire day before the wedding in bed, staring at the sliver of light on the floor that the curtains let into the darkened room. Everytime I close my eyes I could hear Cassian and I’s laughter, which made me unable to fall asleep. When I wasn’t reminiscing over memories of Cassian I was listening intently to the sounds of the house, hoping I would hear his heavy boots thudding back to his room. I just wanted to see him one last time.

However, those footsteps never came, and I found myself staring at the wall until my body gave up on me, from either exhaustion or hunger and I fell asleep.

Cassian’s pov:

The second I landed in Windhaven I cracked open a bottle of whiskey and downed a glass praying it would allow me to sleep. Of course I was wrong.

The entire night I saw images of y/n holding that little girl in her arms. God I had practically melted right then and there, thinking about what she would look like holding our own children. How adorable they would be with their tiny wings.

My sleepless night had carried over with me the next day, everything and everyone putting me on edge. A young Illyrian had dropped their sword while sparring and I blew up at him. Devlon tried to argue that the females shouldn’t be training and I nearly slammed his head into a wall.

I was aggressively sharpening my swords on the edge of the sparring ring when Azriel found me, my brother simply nodded his head towards the center as if to say “blow off some steam big fella.” I couldn’t turn him down, as he was the only one who could give me a run for my money, and today he sure did.

“You fight like shit and you look like shit too brother,” Azriel barked after beating me again. He tossed his sword to the ground seemingly calling it quits for the day.

“Yeah well my mate is about to marry another male in the next 12 hours so how did you expect to find me?” I gripe at him taking my seat on a weathered rock.

“I suppose I wouldn’t know what to do in your situation either,” he admitted, taking a seat next to me.

“Seems about right for me. Grew up a bastard and lived in the mud till you and Rhys’ sorry asses came along. Lost my mother and never even got to bury her, fought for 500 years, and then became mated to the princess, who is marrying another male.” I scoff, shaking my head at the ridiculousness. “I’ll give the mother one thing, at least she’s consistent.”

Azriel was quiet for a moment, as if taking in what I had said before clapping a hand on my back, “The pain, it will go away Cass. It will take time, but I will be there with you every step of the way.” he assured me, and for a moment I felt a little lighter.

“Get wasted with me tomorrow?” I ask more seriously than I should.

“You know I will,” he said, offering me a slight smile.

I hoped that Rhys had gotten some more whiskey since the last time I raided his cabinet, because I don’t think any amount of drink could make me forget the way she looked at me the first morning we woke up together. The way she would laugh when I kissed her cheeks, the feeling of her delicate hands running soap over my wings. How she would say “you need a bath!” when I would give her a sweaty hug after training. The face she made when I distracted her from one of her romance novels by tickling her feet that rested in my lap.

By the cauldron, I was a dead man.

y/n's pov:

Stepping into the Autumn Court felt like I was walking to my own execution. Instead of Eris being at the end of that aisle there would be a guillotine. I almost wished for that instead. Any comment made by Rhys about how I seemed tired I chalked up to pre-wedding nerves and thankfully he didn’t push after that.

The entire morning had been spent poking and prodding at my skin, my hair and my eyes. If I thought that Nuala and Cerridwen were meticulous I was sorely mistaken. The ladies of the Autumn Court didn’t mess around and if this was my life going forward (which sadly it was), cauldron boil me.

The ladies in wait primped me up until a half an hour before I walked down the aisle. I had to literally commande them out of my suite in order to have a moment alone. I sat staring at myself in the floor length mirror. For what it was worth, I looked beautiful. I half expected the dress that was chosen for me to be awful and gaudy, however it was elegant. The lace along the neckline mimicking the flames associated with Eris’ power. Had I been walking down the aisle to a different groom, I might venture to say that I was excited to be married. However as I stared at myself in my white wedding dress I couldn’t help but feel a tear slide down my face.

A tentative knock reverberated through the room, nearly making me jump out of my skin. I took a deep breath and wiped away a stray tear.

“Come in,” I said with shaky words looking at the double oak doors through the mirror before me.

The door opened slowly, whoever it was looking around the room before entering. A large figure finally popped it’s head in, eyes finding me immediately. I would know that jet black hair anywhere.

Cassian.

I whirled around to meet his gaze as he shut the door, taking slow and tentative steps towards me. His eyes searched my face for any hint of anger or resentment.

“Cass,” I breathed, as if to assure myself he was really there.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled looking me up and down, but I could see the veiled sadness on his face. He was putting on a front, and a bad one at that.

“Thank you,” I say, taking a tentative step towards him. “How did you get in here?”

“They don’t have you that well guarded,” he chuckled, stepping closer till he stood before me. Neither of us reached for one another, unsure of where we both stood. It felt wrong not to instantly wrap my arms around him. “I don’t like where we left things,” he continued.

“Neither do I,”

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I yelled at you that night. I’m sorry about the things I said,” he starts again. His hands reach for mine but pull back as if afraid to touch me. “I wanted to say that I understand now. And that I think you are incredibly brave to be doing this for Velaris. I’ll never be happy that you’re marrying Eris, and I’ll always wish it was me. But I understand now, and I respect the love you have for your people, and the lengths you’re willing to go to to keep them safe. Will you forgive me?”

I feel the stray tear pricking my eye once more, “There was never anything to forgive Cass. I was more upset with myself for giving you false hope. For going along and loving you and acting like things were going to be alright when I couldn’t guarantee it.” I sigh, casting my head down, unable to face him.

I feel his gentle calloused hand tip my chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes, that beautiful hazel, glassed over. Despite it all, despite what I put him through, there is still so much love in them, and I know I’ll never really deserve it.

“Loving you was the greatest gift I’ve ever known, and ever will know,” he smiles as if he’s remembering the short time we did have together. “I’ll be here waiting if you should ever change your mind or in case something ever happens.”

“Cass,” I start to protest but he stops me.

“I’ve loved you for so many years y/n. There can be no one else but you. If I don’t get to have you until we are both old and gray so be it. I’ve waited this long,” he assures me cupping my cheek.

I don’t even have words to reply to his confession. Boundaries be damned. I threw myself around him pulling him as close as possible. His arms tighten around me like he had been waiting for me to make a move. In the embrace there’s an understanding, an unsaid agreement.

I back away to see those hazel eyes once more, my own eyes raking over his body. I notice he’s not dressed in a fine suit jacket, or even his fighting leathers. Instead, he’s donning a loose fitted shirt, something completely unfit for a royal wedding.

“You’re not staying are you?” I ask, pressing a hand to his stubbled cheek that tells me he didn’t shave this morning.

“No, I just had to see you one last time,” he answers, taking my hand from his cheek so he could hold both of them.

The weight of his words shoot right through me, and as I look at him, I let them sink in. I watched as a tear slid down his own cheek, it was the only time I had ever seen the general cry.

“One last time,” I repeated, letting the words consume me.

His eyes glanced down at my lips, a silent plea to taste them again,

“Can I?” he whispered.

“Gods yes,” I sigh.

A hand drifted up cupping my cheek and pulling me into a kiss. The last kiss we might ever share. I poured every ounce of love into it trying to give him something to remember me by, trying to savor every moment of it for when my days ahead were darkest. My chest heaved as if being pulled forward and then…

Snap.

It was as if a piece of me was returned, one I never knew I lost. I pulled back to meet his gaze and by the way he looked at me I could tell he knew, had known. I felt like I was truly seeing him for the first time as that shimmering golden bond glowed between us.

“You’re my-” I started but I jumped at the bang sounding throughout the room.

My eyes met the fiery auburn of Eris’ as he entered the room, at least twenty autumn court soldiers behind him. I didn’t have time to step away as he winnowed to me pulling me away from Cassian.

“You!” he seethed at my general who was already assessing the situation. “I had my suspicions but never the proof and you fell into my trap so easily.” he boasted.

My thoughts scrambled to what Cassian had said earlier…”They don’t have you that well guarded.”

“Restrain the bastard!” Eris ordered his grip on my arm tightening at the command.

“No!” I screamed lurching for Cassian but Eris hauled me back to him.

The soldiers were on him in an instant all of them falling like dominos before The Lord of Bloodshed. Cassian’s eyes blazed with a fury by the likes of which I had never seen before, he wasn’t a general protecting his princess. He was a male protecting his mate.

Eris’ body tensed behind mine as soldier after soldier fell. In an act of desperation I felt him unsheathe the dagger at his thigh, pressing the blade to my throat.

“Oh general,” Eris sang.

It was enough to catch Cassian’s attention for a split second, his eyes widening as he saw the position I was in. A rogue soldier used the small window of time to pull his dagger and stab it through Cassian’s side.

“NO!” I screamed as Cassian hissed, his knees hitting the floor. Immediately the rest of the soldiers were on him, restraining him and binding his wings. His siphons tried to come to light but sputtered out.

“Bloodbane,” Eris smiles, lowering the dagger from my throat. “Stings like a bitch doesn’t it?”

“Eris please, don’t do this. He’s my mate, I didn’t know until now and-”

“I would choose your next words very carefully, pet,” he cuts me off. “Right now your ‘mate’ has been stabbed with a dagger laced in bloodbane, which means that even if your dear brother did know he was here he couldn't communicate with him. As for Rhysand, he now sits in a wedding chapel completely unaware and unarmed with a bloodbane arrow aimed for his fucking throat. And last time I checked the only asset you had was a magic cunt.”

Cassain growled from the other side of the room at Eris’ vulgar words. My eyes flitted to where he was pulling against the restraints.

“However, I consider myself a merciful ruler,” Eris taunted, grabbing my face to meet his stare. “I’ll give you a choice. You either walk down that aisle, be a good little wife, and pop out a couple of heirs as promised, or you call off the wedding and I’ll gut your precious general where he kneels.”

“y/n, no!” Cassian gritted through bared teeth.

I watched my mate struggle to break free, the bloodbane in his system beginning to take over. I looked to Eris who stared at me with hungry eyes. I tried to think of some way out of this, but Eris was right. We had fallen right into this trap, and my hands were tied.

My gaze met Cassian who could read my face like a book, “I’m sorry Cassian, but I once told you that I could never live with myself if something happened to you and I had the power to stop it.” I turn to face Eris and his shit eating grin. “If you promise not to hurt him, or my brother, I will go with you.”

“You will submit to me fully?” Eris asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” I nod, my mind flashing back to when Rhys was in the same position.

Eris steps closer to me, tilting my head up in an act of dominance, his mouth too close to mine for comfort. I could hear Cassian’s grunts as he continued to try and break free.

“And you’ll warm my cock whenever I please?” he muses, clearly loving the control he has over me.

“Yes,” I grit.

He smiled triumphantly, releasing my chin as he turned to his guards, “Take him away and lock him in the dungeons.”

“You said-”

“When you walk down that aisle and say ‘I do’ then I shall send him back to the Night Court, Jewel of Prythian. I won’t be taking any chances.” Eris growls in my face before turning to Cassian who had now been brought to his feet. “If I ever see you in my court, or anywhere near my wife again Prince of Bastards, I will make sure that she pays the price.”

“You fucking bastard!” Cassian roars, body nearly limp from the bloodbane as he’s hauled off by the guards.

“Wait, let me say goodbye!” I cry running to him, but I’m yanked back by my arm so roughly it nearly pops out of its socket.

“Your obedience begins now!” Eris grits but I pay him no mind thrashing about in his grasp trying to touch my mate once last time as he disappears behind the oak doors.

“Cassian!” I scream for him, tears waterfalling over my eyes.

“y/n!” he shouts back.

But it’s too late. The doors close with a definite slam and I’m left weeping in Eris’ grasp as I hear the sounds of Cassian struggling down the hall.

Cassian’s pov:

Eris was right, the bloodbane hurt like a bitch. Even an hour later as I sat on the cold, wet floor of the Autumn Court cell, the toxin still made me feel lethargic. As if I had taken the world's strongest sleeping tonic.

The worst part of it all was that I could hear everything. The organ playing signaling that y/n was walking down the aisle and the cheers of the people as they finally said their vows. The worst and loudest of them all were the bells.

They rang with such clarity, and joy. The happy little melody could be heard from everyone in the Autumn Court, announcing that the Eris and y/n were finally wed. The ringing made me double over with grief, their sound a reminder that I was the only male in Prythian who could not protect his mate. A shame greater than being a bastard, and one I would carry with me until the end of my days.

Metal on metal screeched from somewhere in the dungeon as a light poured in. The jingling of keys and stomping of boots stopped at the door to my cell and I didn’t even bother to look up. Nothing mattered anymore anyways.

“Come on ‘Prince of Bastards’, time for you to go back to your own court,” the guard grumbled, like hauling me home was a huge inconvenience to him.

I rose to my feet and stepped languidly out of the door. The restraints on my wrists and wings were removed, the skin on my wrists rubbed raw from the blue stone shackles. I was led up the stairs to where the wards ended and was immediately winnowed to the border of the Autumn and Winter Court. The cold blizzards of winter whipping around us and chilling my wings.

“Prince Eris has asked me to remind you that you are now banished from this court. He also says that should you choose to seek out his wife once more you know what the consequences will be.” the guard relayed.

Before I could even think about punching the asshole square in his jaw he disappeared into thin air, no doubt going back to his post in the basement of the palace.

I was left with nothing but the sound of my own thoughts, and the feelings of my own guilt as I flew home towards the House of Wind where I knew Azriel was waiting. The flight was the longest one I had ever been on, as normally I took this route with y/n in my arms.

I had never been so happy to touch down on solid ground once more. Azriel tentatively walked out onto the balcony, two glasses of whiskey in hand. His shadows told him that something was very wrong.

“What the hell happened?” He asked, an alarm ringing in his voice.

The lump in my throat returns as I remember how it all went down. “The bond snapped for her, and she changed her mind. Eris found us, said he had set the whole thing up. I was stabbed with a bloodbane dagger,” I say, lifting my arm to assess the blood leaking from my side. “He told her that if she didn’t marry him he would gut me and Rhys.”

The next words teeter on my lips as I feel my eyes brimming with tears. It felt like pieces of me were being ripped out as I finally confessed to my failure.

“I couldn’t save her,” I choked out, voice cracking halfway through.

The words being uttered into the world was enough to have my knees crashing to the ground. The impact radiating through my body to the open wound on my side that still hadn’t healed. I was sure that Azriel had said something as I heard the glasses of whiskey clatter to the ground. But the roaring in my ears was so loud, so unbearable, that the only thing that assured me he was still there was the arm he slung around my back as he knelt next to me.

y/n’s pov:

The wedding was uneventful and to be honest the only part of it I remembered was when the priestess said, “If there is anyone present who can show just cause why these two may not be joined in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The silence that had fallen upon the crowd was so deafening I nearly shuddered. I was stupid to hope that he would come charging in like some fairytale I had read as a child. The smug look on Eris' face as the priestess continued with the nuptials made my blood go cold.

The reception was even worse. I had spent the entire time sipping wine with a bland expression on my face. It seemed as though Eris’ new favorite word was ‘wife’ considering he found a way to use it in every sentence. While most would think it a term of endearment I knew it was just to show his ownership.

“Prince Eris, congratulations on stealing ‘The Jewel’ from us all,” a voice said, cutting across the sea of chatter. I looked up from my lap to find the High Lord of Spring, standing before our table.

“Thank you Tamlin, she is quite the prize,” Eris crooned, placing a kiss to the back of my hand.

“That she is,” Tamlin nodded, his eyes raking me from head to toe. “Almost makes me regret crossing her brother, I would’ve liked to have been in the race for her hand.”

“All in the past now,” Eris smiles, kissing the palm of my hand. “Right wife?”

“Right,” I nod to him before turning to Tamlin. “High Lord, where is the Cursebreaker tonight? I would’ve liked to make my acquaintance.” I ask secretly hoping that my brother might catch a glimpse of his mate tonight.

“Feyre is,” he averts his gaze from mine as if trying to decide what to say. “She is safe at home. Busily planning for the wedding.”

“The wedding?” I inquired further, wondering if Rhys knew.

“Yes we are to be wed soon,” Tamlin beamed with pride. “I’m sure we will see you both present?”

“Of course Tamlin, of course,” Eris assured the High Lord of Spring.

Surely if Feyre was getting married to Tamlin my brother knew. I hoped I would get the chance to tell him. The last thing our court, well I suppose his court now, needed was another separation of mates.

The rest of the night passed on quite slowly. At one point I was able to feel the bond between Cassian and I. It was faint, but it was there, and I almost swore that I felt him tug on it at one point. It wasn’t until people started making their excuses to go home that Eris finally said the words I had been dreading.

“Shall we go to bed, wife?” he mused his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“After I say goodbye to my brother,” I nod standing up to find Rhys, wherever he was.

“You’ll see your brother soon enough, my pet. For now let us retire to our chambers,” he growled, grasping my arm and winnowing away to what I assumed was his room.

He watched intently from behind me as I took in my surroundings.

The bed was large, draped in furs and crisp white sheets. Wood paneling surrounded the four walls, giving the place an ornate look. The fireplace was a glow, casting a warm light upon the room. If it had been anyone else’s room it would’ve been cozy, maybe even romantic.

The air filled with tension as I waited for Eris to do something, or say something, as I refused to turn and meet his gaze. The only sound heard was the crackling of the fire.

“I’ve waited for this moment for quite a long time,” Eris mused from where I knew he was leaning against the door.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear throughout our courtship,” I say straight, unable to meet his predatory stare.

“How should I have acted when you are so tempting? So innocent, so pure, and now so completely mine,” he purred and I could hear his feet shuffle as he pushed off the wall. “And now that you’ve promised me your submission? Well,” he chuckled. “I’m going to have a great deal of fun with you.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I knew what was coming and I knew he wouldn’t be gentle and loving like Cassian. I knew that once again my hands were tied.

“Tell me you belong to me,” Eris uttered, taking a step closer to where I stood rigid.

I sucked down the lump in my throat, “I belong to you,” I whispered.

“Tell me you want me to touch you,” he went on, taking another step forward, his presence looming.

“I-I want you to touch me,” I repeated back, a tear slipping down my cheek.

Eris hummed in approval behind me. He took one, two more steps until I felt his warmth at my back. Finger tips danced up and down the backs of my arms causing my breath to lurch in fear. His breath was hot on my neck as his presence sucked out every bit of air from the room.

“Tell me you love me,” he purred.

My heart stopped cold. There were many things I would have to do or say to please Eris in the millennium that I would be tied to him. But these three words? He would never hear them from my lips. Maybe towards our children, but never to him.

“You know it wouldn't be true,” I whisper, feeling the tension radiating from his body.

His hands grip my hips like a brand, ripping my body around until I am face to face with his seething eyes.

“Then I will make it fucking true!” he growls hauling my mouth to his.

Eris had kissed me a thousand times before, not one of those times did I ever enjoy the experience. But this time? This had to be the worst. All of it felt so wrong. Knowing I had a mate. Knowing he was somewhere in this world right now. It made me sick. It was rough, all teeth and tongues. He didn’t want to kiss me, he wanted to devour me.

“Say it!” Eris demanded, breaking apart our so-called kiss.

“I will love your hounds and your mother, I may love your brothers and one day our children, but I will never love you, Eris Vanserra,” I seethed, unable to take much more.

I expected him to growl, or curse or hit me. I expected a thorough lashing for what I had said, but he didn’t even so much as flinch. What scared me more? His mouth curled up in a smirk.

“You forget that you are also a Vanserra now and speaking of heirs, I think it’s time I put one in you right now,” he mused and my stomach bottomed out. “What do you say ‘Jewel of Prythian’ think I can get you knocked up on the first try?” he smiled, backing me to his bed.

There were no words for the terror I felt. No handbook to prepare me for what came next. All I could do was shut down every emotion I had and do my best to become a ghost. A shell of myself.

No matter how hard I tried, it didn’t subdue the pain.

Azriel’s pov:

I thought that getting Cass drunk might help distract him from the feelings floating down the bond tonight, but boy was I fucking wrong.

I had seen my brother lose soldiers and whole infantries. Had seen him lose his first love, the valkyrie, Tanwyn. I was there the day Rhys and y/n went under the mountain and we thought we lost them for good.

None of that compared to the screams of agony that emanated from the male before me.

“He’s fucking hurting her!” Cassian bemoaned, gripping the nearly empty bottle of whiskey.

It didn’t take much to figure out that he could feel everything y/n was feeling through the bond. And at this late hour? It wasn’t hard to guess what Eris was doing to her, and Cassian had to feel every moment of it down the bond.

“Shh calm down Cass you have to try and block her out,” I pleaded with him, gripping his hand in mine.

His eyes were glassed over, his hair tangled from him nearly ripping it out at the roots. He had been like this for well over an hour now, and I almost wished the whiskey would do its job and make him fall asleep simply so he would be unconscious.

“I can’t Az I’ve tried,” he yells at me, nearly slumping to the side from where he sat on the floor leaning against the wall.

Earlier Rhys had spoken into my mind and asked if everything was alright. I had lied of course, telling him everything was fine, not wanting to insert myself in my brother and the princess’ business. Now I wished I had told him to come if only for him to break into Cass’ head and make him sleep. Watching him feel everything his mate was feeling while she was being… well there weren’t words for it.

“Breathe Cass, breathe,” I soothed, trying to get him to catch his breath long enough to breathe in and out fully.

“I-I can’t,” he cried. “My mate.”

His voice resonated with hopelessness and brokenness, reminiscent of the tragedies depicted in literature. This situation felt nothing short of hellish. For centuries, I longed for a mate—a bond that every fae yearned for. But witnessing how it tormented Rhysand, and observing its impact on Cassian, made me question if I truly desired a mate. In my 500 years of life, I had never seen a male stripped down to his core as profoundly as this.

y/n’s pov:

The next morning I woke up late in the day, the atrocities of last night lasting well into the early hours of the morning. It took me a moment to get my bearings. I wasn’t in the House of Wind, I was in Eris’ room. It wasn’t Cassian’s arms around me in a possessive grasp, it was Eris’.

I slowed my heartrate down enough to assess the room around me. Behind me, Eris was fast asleep, which meant I had a few moments to collect myself before he woke. I looked around the room for a second space and found a door ajar that appeared to lead to a bathroom. I saw my opportunity and took it, carefully wiggling out of Eris’ grasp.

My body ached all over, especially between my legs, but I pushed through until I stood from the bed. I tiptoed over to the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible. Thankfully there were two robes hung on the door. The one for Eris made up of thick cotton, and the one for me made of a cream colored silk.

I reached for the silk robe and slipped it over my bare body, noting every large bruise and handprint that littered my skin. A problem for a later time, I told myself.

I must’ve spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom collecting myself. Constantly repeating my new found mantra.

I will not cry.

I spent so long taking deep breaths that I thought I was prepared for whatever came next. But the second I opened the door and saw Eris standing, staring down at the white sheets of the bed expectantly I knew I was sorely mistaken.

“You didn’t bleed,” Eris stated, tossing the bedsheets aside, stalking towards me.

“What do you mean?” I replied feigning innocence like I didn’t know what he meant.

My heart began to beat out of my chest as Eris stalked closer and closer to me. How could I have been so stupid? To overlook the one thing that meant the most to him in this entire facade.

“Virgins are supposed to bleed the first time they are taken by a male, yet you didn’t,” he growled, stepping into my bubble as my back hit the wall. Never in my life had I felt so small. “Which means you weren’t pure when you married me, or when you came to my bed.”

Every nerve in my body froze over as I watched him put together the pieces. There was no telling what happened next, and the only thing I could do was beg for mercy from whatever plans Eris had for a soiled female.

“Eris I-”

“Did you let that Illyrian bastard deflower you?” he gritted out, a rough hand came to grip my throat, slamming my head against the wall.

Tears pricked my eyes. Even if I had wanted to answer, the hand on my neck wouldn’t allow me. I could only shake in terror and anticipation of what would become of me.

“You useless, pathetic fucking whore.” he gritted, hand squeezing tighter with every insult. “Our marriage is now null and void by the traditions of my court, which means you no longer have the protection of being called my wife.”

His hand releases my throat and I have mere seconds to suck down a breath before a harsh slap falls across my cheek, knocking the air from my lungs once again. The next thing I know I’m kneeling on the floor, clutching my face. Eris reaches out a hand to yank me up by my hair.

“Let me show you what we do to ran through sluts in my court,” Eris spits in my face.

His hand doesn’t relinquish its grip from my hair. Instead it begins to drag me out of the room and down the hall. My scalp is burning from the tug on my hair. He takes a back corridor reserved for servants and my bare knees bump, slice and break on the rough stone stairs leading down to wherever he’s taking me.

My hands try to find purchase on the walls around me so that I can ground myself and fight back but it’s impossible.

“ERIS PLEASE!” I scream, but my pleas fall on deaf ears.

We reach a basement room that drops in temperature and he finally releases me. I try to catch my breath as I watch him scribble something on a piece of paper, picking up a hammer and nail. I instantly go to cower in a corner as he walks towards me. The autumn prince pulls me out of my fetal position by my ankles pinning me to the ground beneath his weight.

“In case I did get you pregnant on the first try,” he seethes before I feel a sharp pain to my lower abdomen.

I don’t look down, I can’t look down. Afraid of what I might see there when I do. My eyes roll to the back of my head as Eris grasps my arm and a cloud of darkness washes over us.

When the shadow withdraws my bare skin is whipped and flayed by blistering cold winds. The ground beneath me is soft, but ice cold. I open my eyes long enough to see white as far as the eye can see.

The Winter Court.

“And just in case you get any ideas about utilizing that so-called mating bond,” Eris speaks again before another sharp sting plunges into my side.

White hot pain spreads from the intrusion and spreads like acid moving through my veins. I feel like the blood beneath my skin is on fire, and I almost wish it was in order to combat the blizzard around me. Only one thing could disable me like this, bloodbane. The very same used on Cassian.

“You’ve brought this upon yourself, ‘Jewel of Prythian’. I hope that bastard general was worth your life and your court. Because when Hybern comes to call it won’t be Autumn Court armies that come to your aid.” Eris says, the disgust in his voice evident.

I can’t speak, can’t even think about anything but the agony I feel. The throb from my lower abdomen and from my side. The bite of the wind and snow on my bare skin. I can barely register the cloud of darkness as Eris winnows himself away, leaving me with nothing but a silk robe for warmth.

I reached down with a cold hand to rip the dagger from my side. I hoped if I could stop the bloodbane from spreading that I might be able to use the bond to call Cassian. The second I discard the dagger blood stains the white snow surrounding me, and I realize my mistake. My hand grasps at the open wound, attempting to apply pressure. As I sat there, bleeding and freezing to death I thought of one thing.

It was all for nothing.

All the pain, all the suffering. Hurting Cassian, hurting myself. It had all been for nothing. I was dying and alone, fingers and toes already losing feeling and I still had no army for my people. Cassian nowhere in sight to save my body and my soul. And I would die here knowing that it was all for nothing.

Because time was of the essence, and no one was coming.

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KATSUKI BAKUGO X SECRETARY READER • A 500 FOLLOWERS SERIES!

❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo came to the realization that he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!

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CHAPTER 8: VULNERABILITY

PHASE 2: CONSOLE

“Beady-eyed, dog-mannered, dimwad!”

Headline, headline, headline!

PRO-HERO DYNAMIGHT EXPLODES IN ANGER DURING INTERVIEW

[unreleased footage from Pop! Magazine spreads like wildfire!]

Over 3 million views, and 10 thousand shares.

Since the dawn of the moon, you have been repeatedly refreshing the page. Each and every comment was scanned with frantic-fast movements. Relishing in this whole interview fiasco from the comfort of your queen-sized bed, you moaned in anguish.

Your face became increasingly hot as you read the comments with your third glass of wine in hand. As much as you thought the comments would be demeaning to the pro-hero, the exact opposite happened!

[COMMENT] Did you see how he took up for his secretary? Omg, that was so hot.

• 45k likes • 216 shares

[COMMENT] The way he took her hand going off the set!!!!

• 78k likes • 12k shares

[COMMENT] Oh god, send me a man like Dynamight…

• 57k likes • 2k shares

[COMMENT] Bro there’s no way they aren’t fucking

• 180k likes • 3.8k shares

Of course, that’s the top comment.

Staring at your computer, you tried hard to fathom the situation you were now slapped into. The video of you and Dynamight has gone viral, and everyone now suspects that you two are in a relationship.

And they're not entirely wrong...

Despite your late-night attempts to contact the fiery hero, your calls went straight to voicemail and your texts went unanswered. Letting out a large sigh that was once trapped in your chest, you had no choice but to sit there and let the bomb explode. And await the absolute nuke that was urging to be dropped at the office.

Staring at the messages you sent Dynamight, you scowled. “Flashy piece of carbon fiber pants thinks he’s the shit and can just ignore my messages? Leaving me to the wolves once again!” you shouted in anger. You threw your phone to the end of your bed and buried yourself in your plush duvet. Your throat becomes tight as your eyes are welled with tears.

“I’m gonna teach you, Dynamight, to never fuck with me or any other secretary again.”

The pattern of clicking heels and bustling conversations filled the office today. Usually, the bleak energy of Dynamight's office could be caught with little to no attention. But the sight you’ve seen today was out of the ordinary.

“The printers are down; just send emails!”

“Has anyone been in contact with Pop Magazine? They’re completely blocking our calls!”

“God damn it, I need a raise!”

The chitter-chatter amongst your coworkers is at an all-time high. As you started to quicken the pace of your steps around the office, scowls and stares were slapped across your face. Stepping foot by foot, you reach the bathroom and hide in the nearest stall.

The door bursts open before you can even think about taking another breath. “Can you believe Dynamight fired Hitomi and Sakura for telling the truth? I mean, the whole floor has seen the video! Even Red was speechless.” A woman says her friend snickers at her remark before chiming in.

“I’d like to see little miss Secretary say something now; she’s not beating the slut-cretary allegations at this point–”

You didn’t know what came over you at the moment, but your feet began to move before your mind could comprehend what the actual fuck was going on. Slamming the stall open, you watch the two women flinched at your action. Eyes going wide, they stare into your soulless eyes, filled with an incomprehensible anger that you didn’t know was held within you.

“First off, let’s get one thing straight right now.”

You said it flatly, closing the stall behind you. You walked up towards the duo and closed in on them. “Me and Dynamight are not a thing; have you ever taken into consideration that I’m the only person who’s in charge of this man's reputation and career, as we both fucking know it?”

"So, of course, I’ll be hip-and-hip with the brute. Do you think I want that man in that play-pen he calls a fucking office? Oh please, Dynamight needs my ass because he can barely keep his head on every second of the day. So just maybe, we should all realize how valuable I am to all of your lives!”

“Because I know that if I wasn’t here, this building would be in flames, man-made or not.”

You spoke sternly with each huff of your breath, and the two women in front of you were left speechless. Your frown soon curled into a small twitch of a smirk before you spoke once more. “So excuse me for needing to be spoken up for. You bitches, have a nice day.”

Without looking back, your feet trailed confidently out of the boss battle that was the ladies' room and straight toward Dynamight's office. With each harsh click of your heels, you stepped closer to the office, your frown stuck and growing deeper by the second. Your coworkers took into account the drastic shift in your demeanor. From shy and outspoken to confident and ten cans of bitchy.

Without thinking twice, you throw the door open with a small huff and walk into the domain of the pro-hero. Closing the door softly, you turn at your heel and scowl at Dynamight. His amber eyes burn back at you with an almost unamused look, unphased by the absolute chaos ensuing beyond the Acia wood door.

“So what? Are we just going to ignore what the press is saying about us?” You said flatly.

“I ignored your annoying ass text messages pretty much the same way,” he snapped back slyly.

This asshat.

As you stormed towards his desk, you slammed your hands against it with a loud slap that made your palms sting. “Is it possible for you to actually talk about the issue and not be a fucking brat?” You spat with anger.

Dynamight's laidback/unbothered exterior soon crumbles in slow motion. From sitting back in his seat, he approaches you with a smooth motion, his eyes glowing amber-red as his elbows land on said desk. Looking straight into your eyes, a devilish smirk etches across his face.

“Say that again for me, Y/N; go ahead.”

Faces close to one another, you could feel the heat radiating off of the hero. You frown at his attempt at intimidation, snapping your eyes away for a single millisecond before you feel a strong, warm grip on your face.

“No, don’t look away now, pretty. Say what you just said to me again. Since you have all the audacity in the world today,” he said with amusement oozing from his tone. You groaned at the sensation of his hand gripping your face, swallowing down your fear. You spoke once more.

“I said, Man up, brat.”

A long-standing pause settles over the room as his gaze burns into your eyes. Suddenly, Dynamight stands up with one swift move. The blonde removes his hand from your face, you moan in anguish at the fade of his unsettling grip and stare into the blonde's eyes once more.

You watch as the hero points his finger at himself with a mischievous smirk,

“You wanna see a brat? I’ll show you a fucking brat!”

He brushes past you and storms out of the room. Shouting your name for you to follow, you quickly turn to follow in blood-curdling anger. You knew he was a pro and all, but there’s a statistic that for every 1 out of 5 chances, a villain can take a perfect hit at a hero of his caliber.

So you might take a chance and strike him at his weak point…

Preferably somewhere in the lower region.

You watch as Dynamight calls for an emergency meeting, calling for all staff to be in attendance. All staff from each agency scurry behind his steps, and even Red Riot follows suit. He tries to calm the hero down, but his efforts fail.

As the workers sat swiftly to hear the beloved hero's comments, your heart began to beat a new rhythm as the truth dawned on you about what you dreaded would happen next.

"So, I believe we all understand why we're in here. So let's address some rumors and set them to fuckin’ rest."

A sudden pang of fear hits your chest and seeps into your body as you hear the words fall off Dynamight's tongue and through the audience of your coworkers. Eyes scan the room until your eyes fall upon a certain red-headed main in the back towards the exit.

Letting out a soft exhale of relief, you speed your way toward Red Riot.

“Red!” You spoke aloud as you gained the attention of the other pro hero. His eyes snap towards you and he points towards his beloved partner in utter confusion. “What the hell is happening now?” He exasperates in exhaustion.

“He’s having a hissy fit because he can’t handle when the public negatively views him–”

“Negative?” He interrupted. You roll your eyes and raise your hands, completely giving up on the situation playing in front of you. “Dude bumped up 10 ranks in public favor, what the hell could he be upset for?” Red Riot spoke in confusion.

Holding your briefcase towards your chest, you sigh at the current baby of the hero stabbing daggers into your form.

“I…I’m not sure.”

As the assembly room filled up, every person in their seat watched attentively as they awaited the hero's urgent message. The blonde clears his throat before groggily shoving them in his pants. Silently pacing back and forth the head of the room with slow steps, eyes still trained onto you.

“I know what everyone is thinking to themselves, why the fuck are we here? Well, I need to address some petty rumors that are going on in the concrete hellscape.”

“All Might save us…” Red Riot groaned quietly as he watched in secondhand embarrassment at the Blondes' stunts.

"If you think me and my secretary have a romantic relationship, I'm afraid you're damn wrong.”

“Don’t listen to what I might’ve said in the past, or what I’ve said in the present. It ain’t true.”

Blah blah blah, blop blop blop.

You swore you could’ve seen physical bullshit fly out of his mouth.

“To prove this…I’m happily engaged!” The hero boasts confidently to the crowd of his workers. Shoving his right hand out of his pocket and out towards the expecting crowd. A diamond-banded ring shone brightly in the bright haze of corporate lighting.

Then, in a moment both shocking and surreal, Dynamight seizes the attention of the room with a declaration that sends ripples of astonishment through the assembled crowd. With a brashness that borders on audacity, he confronts the swirling rumors head-on, his words cutting through the murmurs like a lightning bolt.

In the sudden hush that follows, the truth is laid bare, raw, and unfiltered. The bombshell revelation of your engagement sends shockwaves through the room, leaving jaws agape and minds reeling. Eyes widen in disbelief as whispers erupt, spreading like wildfire among the stunned onlookers.

Yet, amidst the chaos, Dynamight stands undaunted, his demeanor unwavering despite the tempest of reaction he has incited. His confidence radiates as he confronts the storm of speculation with a rare candor, unapologetic in the face of scrutiny.

Calm within the midst of the business casual storm.

As for you, on the other hand, you could only think of one thing to do in this situation. Your feet rush towards the blonde with a speed never before seen, and your hand flies back as far as possible before landing a seething slap on the hero’s cheek.

Dynamight lets out a gasp of shock (and so does everyone else in the room) at your hit. You stood in front of the hero for only a moment before rushing out of the room and straight out of the office.

And now what was left of you was your body sulking under your covers once more. Leaving you to pick up the pieces of your self-worth once more.

You should consider just giving up, calling off the engagement, and leaving the industry for the rest of your life. A soulless desk job would be better than whatever the fuck this reality is right now.

So much for that speech in the ladies' room...

You tried hard to care for and take up for the hero you worked for, but at times like this, your vendetta only grew stronger. And the more your sister became right. But there's a voice in the back of your head that is somewhat empathetic for the hero.

Look at his family, for All Might’s sake!

An overprotective bitch for a mother, and an emotional father with no backbone.

(it’s okay for men to show their emotions!!!)

Of course, that would create a man with a lack of emotions and a soul-crushing ego to overcompensate for it.

Of fucking course!

Sighing into your pillow, you could only fantasize about the words you’d want to say to that man right now.

“Tight pants, brazen-boned, bastard.” You grit your teeth together, as the words only make you angrier. “Beady-eyed, dog-mannered, dimwad!” You throw your blankets off your body and jump out of bed. Rushing towards the kitchen, you grab the fridge handle and swing the door open.

“Fuck!”

No beer.

Huffing out a defeated sigh, you eye the clock on the counter. It read 11:45.

Licking your lips, you ponder as you stare at the fridge and back at the clock. You might as well go out for a walk to cool some steam off. Shuffling over to your coat rack, you lazily threw on a hoodie and some slides. Grabbing your purse and your keys, you open the door to your apartment.

Rummaging in your purse for some convenience store coupons, you continued on your slew of words. “I bet he’s not even a real blonde, just a poser of a man-baby–”

“Hah?”

Eyes snapping wide from the voice, you jump back in shock as you see the man of the hour.

“What the hell are you doing here, Dynamight? Do you know what time it is?” You exclaimed in shock, mouth twisted down into a frown. You stared down at the blonde in anger and in utter embarrassment. Looking down further, you noticed he had a couple of bags in his hands.

Beer and chicken?

“Let me in, we need to talk.”

You scoff at the man's words as you throw your purse over your shoulder. “As if, do you know how you embarrassed me and you today?” You spoke with venom at the hero. Dynamight rolls his eyes before he speaks once more, “If it makes you feel any damn better, I made them all sign NDAs.”

You stare at the hero once more in confusion, and he stares back…unwavering in his actions.

“Okay, sure, do whatever you think will place a bandaid over this whole shit show for all I care.” Placing your hands on your hips, you watch the pro hero step towards you. “Yeah? Well, it's a pretty strong bandaid.”

You hum back in response before the both of you fall into silence. The both of you gazed at each other awkwardly, before tearing your gaze away. A light blush warms your face which makes you look down once more. Looking at the bags of fried chicken and beer, you look at Dynamights hand…

His engagement ring is still on!

“You idiot!”

Frantically looking around the outside of your apartment, you turn back and quickly open the door. You then hold the hero by the collar before shoving him inside. He follows suit with a grunt before shutting the door behind him.

“What the hell is your problem?” He cursed at you.

“My problem? My problem is that you come out to my doorstep late at night bearing a peace offering with your ring on, shining brighter than ever! Fuck-face!” You cursed back. This makes the blonde smirk at your complaint.

“If you think someone is watching us, then you’re pretty late to the party,” he chuckles.

“W-what?” you stuttered in anxiety, breaking from his gaze. You locked the doors and shut the blinds to your home. “Calm down; I paid them off a long time ago,” Dynamight rummages through the bags before setting the food and beer out on the dining table.

“Paid them off?” you asked.

“Yeah, they started watching you as soon as you pulled that stunt at the children's interview a while back. They were going to trample your door down just for a couple of gabs about me.” He spoke, cracking open a can of beer. The hero takes a couple of gulps before placing the can down.

Pulling out a chair, the hero sat down and began to speak. “You think you do all of the protecting when it's me.” He takes another swig of his beer as he stares into your eyes. You swallow a lump in your throat before you grab a seat as well.

“But you can’t say I haven’t.” You trailed off.

“Haven’t what?” He asked.

“Took care of you; everyone thinks you're this strong force to never be reckoned with, but you’re the complete opposite,” you rambled as you grabbed a can of beer and cracked it open. Taking a refreshing, much-needed swig.

Katsuki never responded.

“Y’know, it’s crazy how much this position has changed me. For the good or worse… I’m not so sure.” You spoke softly towards the hero.

“And why do you think that, Y/n?” He asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek at the question. “Before I came to this agency, I never knew what it was like to take care of someone besides myself. And even then, I was doing a shit job at it. My life was teetering on by a thin string.”

The room was silent, the only noises being the taping of Katsuki’s foot, the ticking of the clock, and the hum of your refrigerator.

“So what? You’ve never helped someone out before? Beating someone’s ass with your quirk? Nothin’?” Katsuki spoke, trying to understand where you’re coming from. But you could only let out a big sigh.

"Well, technically, I’m kinda quirkless.”

Katsuki’s tapping stopped.

He gave you a look you’ve never seen before; his eyes were growing soft and his chest began to fall. Like he’s loosening up or something. The blonde stared intensely at you, waiting for you to speak once more. Biting your lip, you continued once more.

“It's like it comes in little spurts, no matter how hard I try to concentrate and force it out. It’ll only come out at the randomest of times. I’ve never seen myself at full power before.”

“One moment I was just like you, young and so excited about my quirk. I grew up thinking that I was going to save the world and that I’d work hard and conquer my way to the top. But the thing is, as yours grew stronger, I was only getting weaker. And the next thing I knew, I woke up, and it was gone.”

“So I went through life with the mentality that I needed to give myself a bit more attention; I couldn’t just wing through life knowing that my quirk could save me. But I knew that if I could have a position of power, that would make me feel like I was making a difference out there for you of all people…”

You suddenly laughed at yourself, taking another swig of your beer.

“Sorry, I don’t even know what I’m saying, I’m already buzzed.”

“No.”

You looked at Katsuki as he spoke, a frown on his lips as he shook his head. You couldn't help but laugh at his demeanor. “All I’m saying is that maybe I wasn’t as cut out for this as I thought I would be. Maybe I’m meant to be a walking target that villains can smell. I’m a walking damsel in distress, honestly. If we didn’t meet through the agency, we could’ve met that way most likely–”

“Shut up.”

Katsuki deadpanned at your words.

“I knew someone who was quirkless, and that loser is stronger than me for all might’s sake!” He exclaimed.

“All I’m saying is that you have a good life, so be proud of it. You work hard, harder than I’ve seen most of the chicken heads that I’ve hired. So bask in that glory.” He says softly, you roll your eyes before you start up again.

“I have a good life? Says the multi-acclaimed pro hero Dynamight! Ranked number two out of the whole country, he drives a red sports car, lives in a nice childhood home, goes to a great school, gets to roll around in money, and gets to tell people how they should dress for five days out of the week? Right, my life is really good.”

You snorted at yourself, reveling in the truth you spoke. But all Katsuki could do was shake his head.

“That same person who you were talking about has almost died countless times, kidnapped in their first year of high school, and has lost too many friends and mentors to count. So yeah, I consider you to have a good life.”

You let out a bittersweet chuckle at his words, “There’s one more thing too.” You added on, Katsuki raised his eyebrows in amusement, “like?”

“You’re also the last to get married.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes and lets out an amused smirk. “Right, that’s checkmate for me–”

“How come you’re the last? I would think that you’d be the first! You’re not a bad-looking guy; you might need to work in the emotional availability department but. You’re crystal clear.”

“I uh… I tried to do the whole young love thing but it didn’t work out in my favor.” He responded softly towards the touchy subject, but you decided to persist.

“And why do you think that, Katsuki?”

Back when Bakugo was a younger, newly emerged pro, there was someone of his caliber that he found perfect. They had the spunk, the quirk, the personality, the looks, even the barons. He believed they were perfect for each other.

He had his sights set on them since he had been working in the force. At first, they were a nice distraction. Clever banter turned into hot makeout sessions. Training days turned into blanket-covered nights where the both of them would talk about their future.

And back then, he believed it. He believed that he had a future with them.

Sometimes he would envy Kirishima; he didn’t understand why he wasn’t chosen to bear the burden of love. A warmth beyond his comprehension, a family that he could selfishly call his own.

Sometimes his mind would trail back to that night. A night that he wished he could forget. A thought that he wished could be locked away forever. He remembers the sight as he looked into their eyes—the utter betrayal.

The smirk of mischief and evil as the one and only person he ever could love has turned against him. The moment when he got stabbed in the chest, too close to his heart. And in that moment, he had to choose selfishly in a way he never wanted to.

And that choice was his life over theirs.

You didn’t know what to say at the moment, Katuski just dropped the biggest bomb you had the burden of holding. Stammering with your thoughts, you say the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Katsuki…”

“I would’ve never known–”

“It wasn’t for you to know; I don’t even know why I told you that,” he said to himself. You softly smile at his harsh words.

“Well, not to toot my own horn but I’m your fiance,” you chuckled. Katsuki gives you a smirk before he looks at your hand. "Then, where’s your ring?” He asked.

“In my room, placed somewhere safe and out of harm's way!” you smiled.

"Well, I’m gonna need you to start wearin’ it more,” he retorted.

“I figured that after your little speech, you gave us away like you weren’t even trying.” You spat out sarcastically. “I didn’t even mention your name!” He raised his voice in protest. “Yeah? Well, I’m sure everyone connected the dots to a perfect fuckin T.” You spoke with a smirk.

"Well then if they decide to connect those lines to the press, that NDA will be there waiting for them to get bit in the ass,” he snapped back.

You laugh at his words before taking a final sip of your beer.

“Why did you choose to give yourself a chance with me?”

Oh, you were buzzed.

“You are a hero that’s supposed to date other heroes, top models, and superstars of your caliber. Why date some small-town secretary that doesn’t even fully have a quirk?” you spoke, just above a whisper. Scared of his next response. Feeling that as if you got the wrong response, you just might hurl all over him.

Katsuki lets out a sigh before he silently panders to himself. He was eyeing you up and down before he finally spoke with a smirk.

“I’m not sure, wishful thinking?”

“asshole”

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Sleepytime

Junker queen x reader

Loud, passive-aggressive sighs were heard as your girlfriend tried to not-so-subtly hint at you to pay attention to her. After getting tired of doing that for almost 5 minutes, she finally gave in and said something.

“Oi! Get over here already! Been fighting the sleep demons for like 10 minutes.” She calls out for you.

A yawn escapes her as she impatiently waits for you to come to bed. The frown on her face only grew deeper the longer she watched you work.

It took a few seconds for you respond, too absorbed in your work to answer immediately. Absorbed enough in your work in fact, to not notice the large ominous figure that materialized behind you.

“I said just a sec, im not done with this and- Ahh!” Before you could even finish your sentence, you were slung over her shoulders and being carried back to bed.

Sleep was overtaking her brain, and so she wanted nothing more than to get some shut-eye, but she’ll be damned if it was not while cuddling with you. The only other solution was to wait for you to finish whatever it was that you were doing on your laptop. But in her own words. “The sleep demons are draggin’ me down, i can feel myself slippin’

“Heyy! Odessa let me go!” You giggle as you playfully beat at her back.

“No. Its sleepytime.” She grunted out while still frowning, shes not very happy at the fact that you made her have to get up the bed.

“But I have things to do!” You whined as Odessa stood still by the foot of your bed. She was trying to figure out how to put you down for the least chance of escape.

“And I have sleep to catch, so do you. So we should sleep. Together.”

You were dropped on the bed, and she went on top of you, trapping you in her arms.

“Oof–” Some of the air was knocked out of your lungs at the sudden impact, but you find it was incredibly hard for you to struggle when Odessas arms felt this warm and secure.

“But I was almost done–” You whine.

She shuffles a bit so she could comfortably lay beside you while still having a secure hold on your body. She lay on her stomach while her arm was positioned firmly around your waist.

“Then do it tomorrow.” She managed to grunt out. She yawned again. Her eyes were already closed, and slowly it was getting harder and harder for her to talk.

You pouted and let out a small huff.

“Fine. But dont expect a morning kiss from me then.” You crossed your arms and turned your head away from her for emphasis. You peeked back at her only to see her face fully buried in the pillows.

“Mnggghh” Was all she could muster to grumble while she snuggled closer to you. Not understanding a word you said.

“Ugh. Fine, im going to sleep, but dont think your cute face will help you every time you do this.” You scoffed while smiling. You huffed as you pulled the covers over the both of you.

~~~

Lets be honest here, you still gave her that kiss the next morning. And if you didnt, she made you give it to her anyways.

A/n: Hi guys please accept this very short fic for a new fandom i wrote at 1am because i feel bad for leaving you guys for so long but i swear its the last week of our school please be very patient with me until then i love u guys mwah

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Conversations with a vampire - part 5/10

Story summary: A story told through a series of conversations between Astarion and child Tav, tracing the slow and steady progress of trust and friendship.

Chapter summary: Having spent time in the kennels, Astarion is back to hunting for victims when he gets threatened by his two siblings. Tav sticks her nose where it does not belong and finds out that Astarion is a vampire. Seeing that Astarion is visibly shaken and upset, Tav tries to make him feel better by telling 'un-fang-atable' jokes.

Humor/Friendship/Angst

Chapter warnings: some mentions of abuse and torture.

Rating: Teen. Mild language, mentions of abuse, some violence.

Setting: Set before the events of the game.

Word count: 2.7k

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All comments, questions, constructive criticism are welcome. :)

He did not see Tav for a while after that. Astarion could not tell exactly for how long. Cazador’s beating have become especially vicious lately, punishments commonplace. Not one of them was safe, not one spawn could please him enough, not even Leon, no matter how many victims they brought back. Astarion spent weeks or perhaps months in the kennels, tortured then healing, then being tortured again. It seemed inane and unnecessary, but there was never any rhyme or reason for Cazador’s cruelty, so the spawn just took it. And hoped. They didn’t know what they hoped for, but for now being let out would be enough.

When he was finally allowed to leave the palace again, Astarion could hardly recognise the city. It seemed that nothing and everything changed. Or perhaps it was just him.

“There you are! I was worried about you!”

Tav bounded up to him and it was her appearance that made him realise that at least a year passed. Her face looked less child-like, she grew several inches taller, her voice became a little deeper. She was wearing a navy velvet coat with a high collar, her shirt had beautiful mother-pearl-buttons, with navy trousers tucked into soft, iridescent-looking boots. Her blonde hair was curled and swept up, held together with intricate bejeweled butterfly clips.

“How long has it been?” he asked, not really feeling like making small talk, but wanting to have a sense of how much time actually passed.

“Well, I saw you last when I was 12. So, a little over two years.”

Her smile turned into a frown as she took in his appearance. “Are you okay? That’s a stupid question. Of course you are not. You don’t look okay. Here, take a potion.”

When Tav lifted her hand, he flinched away. It was just reflex; Astarion knew that she wouldn’t strike him. Tav frowned, her arm falling to rest at her side.

“I don’t need it. I can’t talk,” he swallowed and straightened, not looking in her direction. “Not tonight.”

“Oh,” she paused, nodding her head, and slipping the potion back into her bag. “I mean sure, you must be busy. Don’t have time to listen to me go on and on. I will leave you be.”

Astarion walked off, feeling Tav’s eyes on his back until he rounded the corner.

Astarion pressed his back against the stone wall. He balled his hands into fists, not minding that his sharp nails dug into his skin. He took a breath, not that he needed it, but somehow concentrating on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest helped. It didn’t let his mind wander to dark, dangerous places. Turning his attention to some form of action helped well enough for now.

The vampire heard swearing and drunken laughter to his right and this brought him back to task at hand. Perhaps if he did well, brought enough people back to Cazador, he would be able to sleep in the dormitory with the other spawn tonight. No chance of doing well enough to be the favourite, of course, but at least it meant that his next tete-a-tete with Godey wouldn’t be too soon.

And so Astarion prowled the night, a deadly predator, a merciless hunter. Or so he kept telling himself. Because repeating it like a mantra in his mind might just make it true. Not quite himself, but good enough. Good enough, all things considered.

Astarion tensed and turned around. He felt them before he saw them. Two of his siblings approached, Leon and Violet. Leon he could tolerate, he hated Violet.

“So, little Astarion, how is Cazador’s golden boy fairing?” Violet mocked, coming up to stand too close to him for his comfort.

“You must be joking, sister dearest” he took a step back involuntarily, wanting to put more distance between them. “We all know Leon is the favourite.”

“Yes,” she clicked her tongue mockingly, “but if I recall correctly, Cazador prefers your sweet screams to anyone else’s. Such an honor, such a privilege to please your master at least in this way,” she said slowly, savoring the look on his face as Leon too approached him and they had him cornered.

Astarion scowled. Fights among spawn were not exactly common, as their primary goal was to bring back as many victims as they could without getting into each other’s way, but they did happen. Cazador would even chastise them, as if they were errant senseless children, but Astarion could see the sadistic glint in his eyes. The vampire did not want his spawn uniting against him, he wanted them hungry, cornered and competing with one another. And having recently gone through months of humiliation, being degraded and beaten, the hatred the spawn felt towards their master fueled their aggression towards each other. It seemed that this fight was happening no matter what Astarion said to them.

“Hey, you two!” Tav’s voice pierced the night.

Shit.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Tav was a little out of breath, but otherwise trying to stand tall and look somewhat intimidating. Violet sized up the lanky teen staring fearlessly at her with a smile that could not lead to anything but blood.

“Oh, look Leon. A little snack. How nice of her to come to us so we don’t have to chase her down.”

“You two better stay away, or else,” Tav’s eyes narrowed, her lips set in a thin line.

“Ooh, the creature dares to threaten us, how amusing,” Violet laughed prettily. “Tell me, brother dearest, is this to be one of your besotted victims? Wouldn’t want to tread on your toes and steal your target,” she mocked, walking closer to Tav, Leon circling the girl from the other side.

Leon appraised the child looking at them in defiance. As hard as he worked for their master, bringing the most victims to the palace, he always hated bringing in children.

“Leave her, Violet. Can’t you see from the way she is dressed that she must be from Upper City? Watch yourself. Unless you want to be thrown in the kennels for disobeying Cazador.”

“That was a mistake. I didn’t realise that that human was a noble. And it was a long time ago and you know it,” Violet growled menacingly, not looking away from her potential target. “Besides, a child disappearing because she snuck out from home in the middle of the night is a tragedy, yes, but it’s quite plausible.”

“I am not afraid of you! Leave!” Tav tried to sound commanding, but Astarion could hear her heart beating wildly, as could his siblings.

“You should be,” Violet grinned a little too wide.

Something clicked in Tav’s mind. Fangs, out only during the night, blood-red eyes.

“You-you are-” she swallowed forcibly, stopping herself from stating the obvious.

“We are what?” Violet mocked, taking a deliberate step towards the child. Oh, how delicious it was to inspire fear in others and to be in control or the situation so completely, what an intoxicating rush to see someone cower before her.

“Standing right where I want you to. Te occludo oculos!”

Colour sparks shot out of her hands, making Violet and Leon withdraw with a hiss.

“Let’s go!” Tav grabbed Astarion’s hand, pushing past her would-be assailants.

Astarion could hear the temporarily blinded spawn curse as they tried to swat at them, but Tav was quick on her feet and dodged the blinded vampires with relative ease, delivering a quick kick under Violet’s knees before darting down the street with Astarion following close after.

*****

“Well, that was fun,” Tav managed to say, still trying to catch her breath. She noticed that Astarion was shaking slightly and frowned.

Surely he wasn’t scared of those two idiots? No, Astarion seemed to be miles away and thinking about something else entirely. Perhaps of his master – Cazador. She remembered the name from when they spoke last. Astarion probably thought that she didn’t notice when he let the name slip, but she catalogued it in her mind. Not having much to do apart from her lessons came with its perks. Such as finding out that Cazador Szarr had a palace down in the Lower City. She still could not go there, but one day, perhaps. One day she would know exactly where to look for Astarion.

He was still quiet, just looking ahead, as if he wasn’t really standing here with her.

“So… you are a vampire,” she began cautiously. “Well, I guess it makes sense why you always stay in during the day.”

They were quiet for a while, Tav looking at him for any signs that he heard her. With the moonlight reflecting off alabaster skin, his chest not rising and falling, Astarion looked like a beautiful marble statue. Exquisite, but quite lifeless.

“That’s it? No shouting for help? No fear?” Astarion finally said wearily, not looking at Tav but at least seeming to acknowledge her.

“I always knew something was off with you, just didn’t know what it could be,” Tav admitted without missing a beat. “Besides, being a vampire sounds awesome. I’ve read that you can do all sorts! Climbing up walls, having super strength, all the other cool things!”

He snorted. If only he was capable of half of the feats that were supposed to come easy to him.

“I’m a spawn, silly girl. Hardly the same as being a full vampire. And you shouldn’t believe all the rubbish that you read in trashy, second-rate novels.”

Besides he was a very underfed spawn. So even if he was capable of ‘all sorts’ he wouldn’t know it.

“Earlier. That was a very idiotic, stupid thing to do,” he licked his lips, forcing himself to stay in the moment and not to spiral, “Thank you.”

“Course,” she cocked her head to the side and smiled warmly. “That’s what friends are for. They protect each other.”

Astarion scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t recall this arrangement being upgraded to friendship and do not think that I want that.”

Her smile slipped a little. “Sorry. For assuming, I mean. But I am not sorry for protecting you. You would do the same for me,” she said softly yet firmly, set in her belief.

He really wouldn’t. If it was her in trouble, he would have left her in a heartbeat. The unsettling thought made him grimace. But how could this slip of a girl, this- this foolish creature even begin to comprehend what horrors would befall him if he showed any sign of disobedience?

“Hey, want to hear a joke?” Tav interrupted his internal monologue suddenly with her ridiculous suggestion.

“Not particularly.”

“I will take that as a yes,” she grinned. “What do vampires wish others? Have a fang-tastic day!” she chortled but stopped when she saw the flat look Astarion was giving her.

“As far as jokes go, this was bad,” he said with a deadpan expression.

Apparently, this was not enough to discourage her. “Aww, was it really so bad? I think it was simply un-fang-gettable!”

Astarion scoffed. “That was even worse. I’m leaving.”

“Why? Am I becoming a pain in the neck? FYI, I have a bloody good sense of humor!”

Astarion turned and walked away, Tav having trouble to keep up with his long strides as she followed close behind.

“Wait up! I’m sorry, I was just trying to get you to lighten up a bit.”

“With terrible jokes?” he stopped and quirked an eyebrow.

“Well, it worked! Kind of? At least you don’t look so shaken up anymore.”

That was true. Her woefully inadequate attempts at humor distracted him well enough.

Astarion felt slender fingers ghost over his hand as Tav lifted it gently, running her fingers over his knuckles. He was not sure why, but he let her.

“Where is your ring?”

Ah, that was taken away. He couldn’t remember when exactly. He wasn’t allowed to own anything, none of them were. Just the clothes on their backs and the bare minimum that was required to make themselves presentable.

“Astarion, how bad is this Cazador?” she looked at him with a soft, worried expression. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to. Does he make you stay? You aren’t leaving because you can’t?”

Astarion was not sure that anyone ever treated him with such care. Part of him wanted to lash out at her. Because he was not used to this, to have someone be nice to him just for the sake of it. He did not want to have friends, had no need for them, but perhaps the idea wasn’t that distasteful.

He supposed there was no harm in telling her. He did not have any pride left to preserve at this point. And so he told her the child-friendly(ish) version of how he was turned. Of what he could remember of being a magistrate, his hubris, his downfall, his never-ending nightmare. He left out the part about what actually happened to his victims. He could not bring himself to think about it and did not want Tav to be privy to that knowledge either. He wasn’t really talking to Tav, but rather at her. It felt… He wasn’t sure how it felt, but it soothed his frazzled nerves somehow.

She was uncharacteristically silent when he finished speaking. He shifted in his place as Tav regarded him with an unreadable expression. He did not necessarily care what she thought of him, but he loathed the thought that someone would see him the way he saw himself. A monster incapable of redemption. Unworthy of it.

“I never told you this, but the reason I saw you in the street when we first met was because I almost never sleep at night.” Tav spoke slowly, as if carefully choosing her words. “I- I don’t sleep much anyway, but when I do, I always try to rest when it is light. And it is not because I’m afraid of the dark.”

“I get these dreams,” she paused, hugging herself, her fingers leaving marks on the delicate velvet of her sleeves. “It is pitch black, so dark you wouldn’t be able to see your hand if you held it up, but it feels soothing. Right, almost.”.

Tav shivered involuntarily, but soldiered on, although it seemed difficult for her to put what she wanted to say into words.

“I hear a voice, calling me, beckoning me to come, to become the darkness. To answer its call. Accept my heritage, whatever that heritage is. And then I get this vile feeling, like it’s going to change me so much, so horribly that I will never be myself again.”

She took a couple of steadying breaths before continuing.

“So, what I am saying is this. They do not decide who we are, their will does not make us monsters or whatever else they want us to be. So, we have to stay strong and wait till the right moment to give them the most glorious, dramatic ‘fuck you’ ever by ruining whatever plans they have,” she said with a determined look in her eyes.

Astarion rolled his eyes at the girl’s words. “Only a child would actually believe this. ‘Stay strong, it’s going to be all right.’ It is what healers tell those who they know are dying. What is the use of blind faith?”

“You just wait and see. I know I’m right. And I promise I will help you. I will.”

He gave a shallow laugh. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep.”

“I mean it,” she lifted her chin and levelled him with a look that indicated that she was set in her resolve to help him. “Sooner or later, one way or another, I will keep my promise. You will be free.”

She had such conviction in her eyes, such faith in her abilities, in him. It was almost painful to see such resolve, knowing that she could never make good on her promise. Still, this slither of hope was more than he got over the years. Perhaps if he held onto that, he would be able to carry on a little longer.

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bellascool · 1 year

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posted : 01/02/23 (European date)

edit 10/04 (European date) : wanted to change Bella to Y/n but it was too long. I'll keep Bella for the story, sorry again and enjoy !

I opened my eyes to only be met by a strong white light.

I tried to cover them by putting my hand but couldn't move, as if someone was pushing me deeper into the bed.

After some blinking, I finally could open my eyes without instantly closing them.

But as soon as I did, a nurse came in, looking at me with wide eyes and dropping her papers.

"Someone come here! She's awake!" She finally yelled going back

After some times, 4 doctors came in and started checking me.

"Mrs.Garcia, I'm Dr.Martinez and I'm the person who took care of you. Do you remember what happened?" A tall man said next to me while writing something

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out as if I forgot how to do so.

A nurse helped me drink some water and I felt much better but still couldn't talk.

I watched him with fear in my eyes

"You forgot what happened before?" I shook my head no, tears filling my eyes

"Mrs.Garcia, you had a major car accident and you've been in a coma for 2 years."

What the fuck.

"And I'm sorry but, it looks like your body has to wait until you can talk again."

Suddenly, the machines started beeping faster and faster as I panicked. I felt my heart beating faster and the last thing I saw, was the doctors trying to calm me.

And everything went dark again.

It's been a month since I was getting help to walk again and doing basic stuff but I still couldn't talk nor remember anything.

The doctor let me out of the hospital since I was doing well now. They said that I should get my memory back soon but I don't know when.

My mother came to visit me everyday when she could, of course she had to work but most of time she freed herself to see me.

I walked up to her as she hugged me.

"Oh my baby, finally they let you out!" she said kissing me everywhere on my face

I laughed and entered her car before she drove us home I guess.

After some minutes she parked her car in a hallway and I assumed we were finally home so I went outside but still didn't remember a single thing.

"Does it bring back memories baby?" my mother asked me, a hopeful smile on her face but it quickly faded when I shook my head no

We went in and still nothing. She showed me my room and phone, saying she had to back to work.

"I'm so sorry, I would've stayed with you but I have a lot of business. There's food on the oven if you're hungry or else you can order. I'll be back tonight, love you" she kissed my forehead and left

Now I don't know what I should do.

I went to take a shower since I felt dirty and grabbed my phone when I was done.

I opened instagram, hoping that everything will get back to me when I'll see my friends, if I had some.

When I opened the app, a profile caught my attention

pablogavi

He was famous, damn 13 million followers and he was following me.

I clicked on the message button and saw a conversation from 2020

February 14th 2020

Hola!

Bella?

Answer me please! :)

I miss you pleaseeeee

I'm worried Bella please answer :(

Bella

What's going on?

They said someone got into a car accident on the TV, I'm so scared please answer :(

Oh.

So we were friends.

After being hesitant, I finally clicked the button send and shut down my phone as I felt hungry.

I ate some leftover sushis and sat down on the couch when I remembered my phone and that boy.

Wow, at least something I remember.

Bella?

You're awake?

I'm coming over right now.

Was all he said, as soon as I read the last text, the bell rang.

I got up and opened the door to reveal a tall boy with fluffy hair and brown eyes, he looked so shocked to see me.

He looked so shocked, his eyes were wide open and his mouth slightly opened too.

He gently put his shaking hand on my cheek as if I would disappear if he was too rough.

"Bella I.. I can't believe you're there.." he marked a pause, looking at me as he was discovering my face again "can I hug you?" he asked

Oh hell no that's way too sweet.

I nodded and he wrapped his arms around my body, letting his head rest on my shoulder.

We stayed in that position for at least 3 minutes before he let me go.

"I have so many things to tell you.."

I looked at him, not knowing how to announce that I don't know who he is.

He closed the door and sat down on the couch, I sat next to him hesitating

"So.. As you know I've always wanted to play for a national team so-" I cut him by putting my hand on his chest, he looked up at me with a confused look

I sighed, grabbing my phone and began to type something

"I'm really sorry but I lost my memory since the accident. Could you please tell me who you are?"

He read the note and his face dropped, his hands were shaking and his eyes filled up with tears.

"Bella.. I.. You really don't remember me? Pablo? Pablito?" he asked me with a sad face which made me look at my feet "Why aren't you saying anything?" he whispered, waiting for an answer but didn't get one

"I also lost my ability of speaking for a while, I'm really sorry."

"Oh." was all he said "I'm sorry, I'm Pablo Gavi and we were bestfriends before your car accident."

Pablo started to explain to me everything.

We were bestfriends since little kids, we used to play football together.

He kept talking to me about the past for hours until I fell asleep on his shoulder without even noticing.

It's been a month since I got out of the hospital. Pablo helped me with my memory loss and I met his team and even became friends with Pedro.

Still no words but I feel like I will be able to speak soon.

I was currently putting on my red dress to go out to dinner with Pablo, he wanted to "have some luck" for the match against the Real Madrid by inviting me.

I put on my heels matching with my red dress (imagine whatever you want lol) and went down after grabbing my purse.

I opened the door to find Pablo with a black suit holding flowers in his hands, his face was red.

"I passed by a flower shop and thought about you so.. Here." he said handing me the flowers

I wildly smiled and kissed both of his cheeks which made him blush even harder.

I put the flower on the table before going back to him.

We arrived to the restaurant, I got out of the car but what I wasn't expecting was to see a lot of paparazzi around as if they were waiting for us.

Pablo grabbed my waist, holding me close to him as they all took several pictures, making my eyes hurt.

We finally arrived at our table and ordered after some minutes.

Pablo took my hand in his and looked at me deep in the eyes, smiling at me. He's so damn pretty..

"I'm so happy to have you back with me Bella, you don't realize how much I've missed you" I softly smiled at him, my eyes beginning to get watery

If only I could have my memories back.

"You're coming to my game right?" he asked

I nodded

"I wanted to ask you.." he started before letting my hand go "Could you please speak to me? I'd love to hear your voice"

What? But he knows damn well that I can't??

I looked at him with confusion on my eyes before shrugging, making him understand that I really can't.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"Come on Bella, do it for me please?" he begged

What the fuck?

I said nothing and that's when I saw him become angrier.

"Fine, I see." he got up and started to leave, I followed him outside and tried to grab his arm but he shoved my hand, walking angrily to his car

I watched him go, tears running down my cheeks without doing anything.

What did happen..

I took a taxi to get back home and immediately bumped into my bed, tears still flowing down my face.

I fell asleep without even noticing, shit I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up with a horrible headache and immediately went to take a shower, my eyes were red and puffy and I looked like a mess.

I got out of the shower and checked my phone to see if Pablo sent me anything but no.

Nothing.

I sighed and scrolled when I stopped to see a familiar picture.

It was me and Pablo at the restaurant

"PABLO GAVI SPOTTED WITH A GIRL, HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND?"

I checked the comments, immediately regretting my decision

"She's not even pretty."

"He could've done better"

"Who the fuck does this girl thinks she is?"

"I'll kick her ass"

As I was going to put my phone down, I received a text from Pedri

"Hey, you're coming to our match right? :)"

"Hola! Yes I am, see you!!"

He liked my message, I smiled to myself before starting to prepare myself.

I put on some grey nike shorts with my plain barca jersey and dunk low, adding some jewelry and makeup. I let my hair like that since it was already pretty.

I took my purse and called an uber, Pedri sent me my ticket so I could have access to the locker room and vip places.

I arrived to Camp Nou and went to the barca locker room

I entered and everyone looked at me

"Hola Bella!" they all said, some taping my back or shoulder, I waved before going to Pedri who was with Pablo himself

"Bella! I'm glad you came" he said hugging me

I felt a stare on my back but didn't really pay attention.

I stayed with the team a little before heading out to my seat.

"Bye Bella, you better cheer for us!" Dembélé said laughing while waving at me

I went to my seat and waited for the match to begin.

It was now half time, Barca was winning 2-0 scored by Gavi and Lewandoski.

Pablo didn't even look at me during the match which made me really sad but oh well, it's not my fault.

After the small break the match began again et this time when Pablo came out he locked his eyes with mine as he was walking.

Damn..

When he stoped looking at me I felt cold, as if his gaze was a blanket.

The referee whistled the start of the match and here we go again.

Lewandoski and Gavi approached the goal, the number 9 passed the ball to his teammate and he shot the ball and

GOAL !

I jumped, wanting to yell but of course I couldn't, Pablo managed to pull off his teammates and ran towards my seat, he jumped over the barrier and lifted me up in his arms.

I was agreeably surprised and let him hug me while laughing.

People around the stadium started whistling and yelling "Gavi" which made me laugh even harder.

"I'm so sorry, I wanna apologize in better circumstances but let me just dance this moment right now" he said grabbing my shoulders

I smiled at him and kissed his cheek, making him understand that it was fine.

He smiled one last time before getting back to the field, leaving me smiling like an idiot.

The match ended with 3-0 for Barca, I was so proud of them!

I went to the locker room but knows how, got lost.

I looked everywhere and understood that I was in the Madrid's side when I saw the team's logo on a wall.

I tried to go back but suddenly a door opened and someone grabbed my arm to a dark room.

I wanted to scream but nothing came out of my mouth.

I couldn't see anything, I only felt two hands pushing me on the cold ground and some people laughing.

I put my hands everywhere, trying to find the door but it was like the room was endless

The laughs kept growing louder and louder

I suddenly felt something hit my stomach which made me put my hand there

I opened my mouth to scream, hoping something will come out but still nothing

They kept hitting me everywhere and laugh, I was pretty sure my forehead was bleeding and I had bruises on my knees

That's when I felt something hard and cold banging my arm that I screamed as loud as I could as if I knew how to speak again

They all went silent and quickly left before getting caught

Not so long after the door opened and I saw the team coming inside, turning on the light

"Bella!" I recognized Pedri's voice as they all made a circle around me, assuring me by telling me that they took the persons who made that and a medical team was coming

I opened my mouth and the only word I could let out was his name. They looked at each other

"He's dealing with the guys who put you in there"

A tear fell from my eye, not because Pablo wasn't there but because I was in pain. My arm was hurting me so bad and I had a headache.

After some minutes, a medical team arrived and helped me.

I was now sitting on my bed, my forehead was opened and my arm broken but at least I'm recovering.

I felt so damn weak, I didn't remember anything at all and I couldn't talk even though I did once.

I suddenly received a text

"Get ready and meet me at the beach by 9."

Pablo! I left him on seen and prepared myself, at least what I could do with one arm working.

I arrived at the beach (just imagine a quick outfit, makeup and hairstyle bc I'm too tired to put one lol) and spotted Pablo sitting on the sand watching the water.

I went next to him and sat next to him which made Pablo's head turn to face me.

"Hola"

I quickly waved before getting back to the sea, I don't know if I liked to do that before but this is so relaxing.

"I wanted to talk to you about two things." he started "first of all, the 3 guys that hurt you were arrested, we're waiting for the verdict but you don't have to worry about them" I smiled, happy to know that these hoes were in trouble "And.. there's something that I need to tell you." he seemed nervous

"Look Bella, I'm so sorry for getting mad at you at the restaurant, I was so stressed and didn't realize how much my words could impact. I'm so sorry, I truly apologize." he looked at me straight in the eyes which made my heart skip a beat "I don't care if you won't be able to talk for the rest of your life, I can live with that. I don't care if you don't remember anything, I'll help you build so many good memories. What I'm trying to tell you Bella, is that I think I'm falling in love with you." he said marking some pauses.

I was so shocked, I didn't knew what to say, or at least to do. Tears soon fell down my cheeks, it was happy tears because he's so precious.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hiding my face on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close.

He then grabbed my chin and pulled our faces close enough to feel his hot breath on my lips

"Can I?" he whispered, I nodded and he gently put his lips on mine

It was soft, not sexual or anything.

Just like a dream.

That's when I felt a strange feeling on my stomach which went up to my brain and everything went back.

Me meeting Pablo, my mother making me food when I got home from school, the night I went to Pablo's first "big" match but ended up crashing with a truck.

Everything went back to me like a flash.

Pablo felt that I was weird and pulled out, looking at me with worried face as I was paralyzed with my eyes wide open.

"Pablo, I remember now." I surprisingly said

He looked at me with wide eyes, realizing that I just spoke

"I remember! I remember everything!" I yelled, hardly getting up with one arm and running around the beach, repeating these 2 words again and again.

Pablo ran towards me and picked me up, making me spin around.

I'm so happy!

He put me down and looked at me

"So you remember everything?" he asked with a smirk

"Yea?"

"Don't you have one specific memory that I might have hid from you?"

I tried to see what he talked about before getting it.

"Oh Pablo! How could I forget?" I said laughing

"Well I cannot blame you" he laughed too

Today is our 15 years anniversary, 15 years since we know each other and 3 years ago, we were there, sharing for both of us, our first kiss.

I cupped his face with my only hand and kissed him deeply, having to get on my tiptoes. He kissed me back and I could feel his smile against my lips, making me do the same.

What a wonderful night!

The world stopped, it was now just me and him and I absolutely loved it

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Hi guys! What a long chapter omg I took so long to write it but I absolutely hate it lol :')

Anyways let me know if you liked it bye <3

#gavi #pablogavi #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi imagine #gavi fanfic #pablo gavi imagine #masterlist #football #football imagine #football masterlist #barca

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I’m glad you liked the last one!! I’m biased, but mayhaps: ballet dancer mc for the dorm leaders? Gratzi!

Welcome back darling sorry this took too long. I have been neglecting my duties as a writer. 😭

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Dorm leaders x reader

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Riddle

- Riddle doesn’t really see the point in the art but if it makes you happy then he’s all for it

- he makes sure you have all your equipment and plenty of water

- he will be strict with your schedule as too not over exert yourself. But not too strict.

- I think he might of created a few rules just for you -~-

-but he’s doing this all because he loves you and wants you to continue your love of ballet

8/10 a good boy who’s worried for your well-being

Leona

- He really doesn’t understand this at all

- all the spinning and the leaps just makes his head hurt

-but because this man drinks respect women juice every day he won’t say shit. (Cause you would beat his ass)

-does actually come to a few of your performances and does throw a few compliments to the dance.

- though he does wish you would just come and nap with him

7/10 only because he’s slept through some of your performances

Azul

- pleeeaaassseeee dance at the Mostro lounge

- literally the man who will try to get his lover work for him so they aren’t apart from him anymore

- would absolutely love and I mean LOVE to come to your performances. I mean this man gets front row seats and everything.

-I feel he would advertise you working there to bring in more buisness

(I mean man’s gotta work)

- All in all pretty respectable

- but I wouldn’t put it past him to draw up a contract that would make you dance at the Mostro

-I’m giving this boy an 6/10 because of the fact he would want to gain some profit form your dances

Kalim

-I would like to think that this boy would fall even more in love with you if you were able to do some form of dance

-I headcannon that form a young age Kalim was taught to do many forms of dancing including ballet.

-So ask him to join during a private practice he can help you!

-Even if he wasn’t dancing I think he would be there just to support you and tell you how much he adores the way you dance ever so gracefully

-Sweet boy 10/10 would recommend because of how good he is

Vil

-Oh Vil…

-Must we go through this again the man is obsessed with the thought of beating beautiful. How could he not think this dance was of the utmost perfection.

-I’m pretty sure he has designed MULTIPLE costumes you have worn.

-Definitely comes to performances every. Single. One. He’s not missing the love of his life performing the most beautiful thing he could ever see.

-I think he has a set schedule for you of when to practice and how to keep yourself healthy enough to perform.

9/10 only because of the one outfit he made where it was made entirely of SEQUINS

Sequins suck

Idia

-You remind him of this one anime character who is a redhead who will tune into a kind of bird when embarrassed and is trying to save the love of her life by returning parts of his soul back to him!

(Please tell me at least ONE of you know which anime I’m talking about)

-I think if he WERE to go to any performances he’d be standing in the back in the shadows so that way no one would see him. (His hair gives him away though)

-He probably has designed some pretty good light fixtures that you have used to spice up your performances. Heck even the judges wished to know who was behind the spectacular display.

8/10 only because the man literally can’t even show his face while he’s at the performance. But he tries his beats because he’s gotta love his S/O

Malleus

-Like Kalim I would like to think that he too was trained in the art of dance. Though I don’t think ballet would have been one of them

-I’m pretty sure this giant of a man has shown up randomly in your practice room just to watch. (Though he’s scared the crap out of you multiple times)

-This fae brings you flowers very time you have a performance just so he can give them to you at the end. (Cue blushing S/O)

-I don’t think he would sit way in the back where he wasn’t noticed but I think he would have one of those high up seats that sit on the wall. Just so he can have a Birds Eye view of his lover.

-10/10 I have no words for how this man will bend over backwards for you and I mean it.

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst imagines #twst x mc #malleus x reader #riddle x reader #leona x y/n

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Hellfire Lost | Eddie Munson x oc (part 1)

plot summary: Juliet Henderson has had her fair share of excitement fighting otherworldly monsters in the Upside Down with her brother, Dustin, and his friends. She's ready for her senior year to be a peaceful and pleasant time spent cheerleading and hanging out with her best friend Chrissy. However when Chrissy mysteriously turns up dead and her unlikely outcast crush Eddie Munson is suspect #1, she finds herself back in the fight along with the rest of the Upside Down squad facing their biggest threat yet. Will Juliet and everyone be able to stop dangers of the world below Hawkins and clear Eddie's name? And what happens when the monster starts targeting someone a little closer to home?

pairings: eddie munson x oc

word count: 949

warnings/notes:

Chapter 1

“Dustin! Hurry up! If you’re not ready in 5 minutes, I’m leaving without you!” As I walked through the house, I yelled at my younger brother.

While my mother was petting the cat that was sitting on her lap, she addressed me, saying, "Juliet, don't yell at your brother."

“I’m not yelling at him. But this is my last time cheering for Hawkins High before I graduate and I can’t be late.” I took a quick look at the clock that was hanging on the wall. The basketball game was scheduled to begin an hour from now. Dustin burst into the room at full speed, and I let out an exasperated groan.

He put his hands above his head as a sign of surrender after I gave him a hard stare. “What? I couldn’t find my character sheets for Hellfire.”

I really didn't want to hear it. I took the car keys from the table, kissed Mom goodbye, and walked out the door, Dustin close behind.

Even though we didn't live too far from Hawkins High School, I wish we'd arrived at least half an hour earlier. Hawkins hadn't won a championship in several years. However, the team was stronger than ever before, and everyone was optimistic. Anyone who was still paying attention. Before getting out of the car, I found a parking spot and turned off the engine. As we were getting out of the car, a well-known van pulled up next to us, and loud music could be heard coming from inside. Eddie Munson, the Hellfire Club's leader, jumped out of the vehicle, carrying a box full of items with him. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Dustin and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Henderson, are you ready to perish at the hands of the cult of Vecna?” he asked Dustin in a low, sinister voice. He finished the question with a demonic tone.

Dustin's laugh was as wide as his grin. “Please, I was born ready. We’re going to beat your campaign tonight and I’ll do a happy dance on Vecna’s grave.”

“Watch yourself eat your words, kid.” Dustin accepted the box that Eddie had handed him. “Here, go start set up. I have more stuff in the car.”

“Sure.” He tried to make a quick exit from the scene.

I yelled after him. “Meet me back at the car at 10, Dustin! 10!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Good luck with your cheer thing.” He was already inside the school after that.

I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. I had a lot of affection for the kid, but he could be very narrow-minded at times. He hadn't kept quiet about the end of this Dungeons & Dragons campaign for the past week. I couldn't understand a word he said, but I was relieved that he had found a place for himself at this school. Tomorrow was the start of spring break, and before long, it would be graduation, at which point I would no longer be able to care for him.

“Don’t worry. The campaign will be done and finished by 10.”

I had completely forgotten Eddie was still standing there because I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts. Eddie Munson was typically referred to as "the freak" by everyone. We never really had much of a conversation before Dustin joined his club. As I got to know him better, I discovered that he wasn't nearly as intimidating as everyone had made him out to be.

“Oh, it’s fine.” I made a casual gesture with my hand to show that I was unconcerned. “It's just our mom will freak out if we’re not home by at least 11. She’s a little neurotic sometimes.”

“I don’t blame her with a kid like Henderson. He’s got way too much energy for one person.”

At that, I couldn't help but chuckle. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He scratched the back of his neck and coughed to clear his throat. “Um, I didn’t get to thank you for, um, those math notes you let me borrow. I’m coasting a solid D+ in…”

I raised a brow. “Sounds like the notes weren’t very helpful.”

“Trust me, that has nothing to do with your Olympic level note taking. I’m just a dumb ass when it comes to numbers. I wouldn’t even be at a D without your help so…thanks.” He chuckled nervously.

I'm not sure why I felt the need to blush. “You’re welcome.” I turned around and observed the people entering the gym. “I should go. Good luck with your Vecna cult or whatever.”

“Yeah, have a good…cheer.” He made a motion with his hands that could have been interpreted as a cheer.

I laughed again and dashed off to the gym.

When I walked into the gym, the band was already playing and the seats were nearly full. The other cheerleaders were huddled in front of the stands, and the energy was high. I went to join them.

Chrissy Cunningham, the captain, greeted me right away. “Jules, where have you been? I was starting to get worried. The game is about to start.”

“Sorry, Chris. My brother also had his club thing tonight and he had to come along with me and he was taking forever.” I noticed she had a strange expression on her face and dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept. “Are you okay?”

She smiled as brightly as she always did. “Yeah I’m fine. I guess I’ve just been paranoid lately.”

I had no choice but to trust her because it was time to form up. So I let it go, and the game started.

Stay tuned for part 2!! Click HERE to view!

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I’LL JUST LET YOU LIVE | PIERRE GASLY

“there’s things i wanna say to you but i’ll just let you live”

not my gif :)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

summary: having broken up with your childhood best friend and boyfriend of 2 years, you struggle to move on and resort to writing letters.

notes: loosely based off ‘cinnamon girl’ by lana del rey, hence the title. a little sloppy and messy which i apologise for, none of my writing seem to be up to satisfaction recently and i still don’t really know how to edit my work :(

warnings: none, just a little angsty

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dear pierre,

sometimes, i look back at our relationship only to find memories where i can’t remember anything but pure joy. i look back at the pictures and videos and i can only see genuine love.

maybe you just do happen to be an excellent actor and were pretending all this while, or maybe you just stopped loving me and decided to pretend that you still did so that i would be able to prepare for my exams in peace. but whatever the reason, none of them are exactly better than the other.

i hate how france and the streets of rouen remind me too much of us to the point i had to move out to switzerland to let myself live without a depressing memory playing at the back of my head or with a constant worry i’d run into you somehow.

thankfully, i can still watch formula 1 and motorsport in peace without a single thought about the memories we made over the years. but i guess my love for motorsport is rooted in me. that’s how we became friends anyway. but, for as long as i think i’ll be watching racing for, i’ll never cheer you on.

though it hurts me to say that because i know i’d give injustice to my heart. i hate how my heart can still long for you though i tell myself that i hate you. i hate how i can’t delete the pictures from my camera roll because as soon as i do because my heart skips at least 10 beats at once when i take a look at how we were happy and the way you used to look at me.

my smiles were genuine, and it pains me to know that yours were never quite as real.

i hate how i could tell myself that i hate you again and again but still wish that i could have what we had back. i hate how i could say ‘i love you’ to you easily and struggle to say it with the same amount of admiration and love to someone else. i hate that i can say ‘i love you’ to you a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough.

i hate that i still love you.

love,

(y/n)

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dear pierre,

it’s been 3 months since i last wrote, 7 since we broke up. it’s been months since the last time i had seen you and yet, as much as i try to, i can’t get over you.

i’m not surprised that you haven’t responded yet, not that i expected you to, i put your old address on it anyway and it’s probably invalid. i just didn’t want sad letters around my house.

i’ve tried everything i possibly can. i increased my practice hours in my sports, and in case you were wondering which you probably weren’t, i still play golf, i still go skiing in the winter, i still do everything i used to do and more, yet i still feel significantly emptier. it’s probably one of the few things giving me joy at the moment apart from my dog.

if you no longer love me, i hope you still love belle. or at least as much as she loved you because you picked her name. she’s still attached to the toy you got her, by the way, and she misses you. she’s also taken up your side of the bed in case you were wondering.

although i’m feeling better than i was since i sat down to write that letter, my heart still aches. it hurts to lose your boyfriend and best friend at the same time, and it hurts even more to know that you probably carried on with your life just fine.

i’ve been told that i lost my sparkle, which is something you probably took along with you considering the state of your car the race after we broke up. was that a bad joke? i feel like it was, for that i apologise, it was insensitive (kind of).

but in all seriousness, i’ve lost my spark and any kind of positive mood.

i still struggle to find peace with myself, i struggle to find my happiness. and maybe with my spark, you also took them away.

if you did, give it back. it was mine first.

love,

(y/n)

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dear pierre,

your mum asked me how i was today, apparently she had lunch with mine and the topic of me moving to switzerland to try and run away from my misery was brought up. obviously, mamma told her that i was fine.

if you see this, tell her that i miss her but it’ll be a while since i see the streets of rouen. and tell her that i’m doing okay in switzerland.

but since i’m writing this letter, i’m not exactly okay. no one tells you how hard it is to move on and heal, much less find peace with yourself again.

sometimes wish i was egotistical about myself, that i was self-centered, because that would mean that i actually liked myself. instead, i’ve become complacent with my own company. everytime i look at myself in the mirror, i can’t help but analyse and critique myself to shreds just to figure out which part of me wasn’t good enough for you.

do you know how hard it is? to know that there’s no way of winning in life? to know that you’ll never be good enough? to know that you’re the second choice?

no, you obviously don’t. now that you’ve won in formula 1, you can officially say that you don’t know how it’s like to know that there’s no way of winning. take that statement how you will.

but i guess for my own sake, i’ll learn how to come to terms with it.

love,

(y/n)

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dear pierre,

i went back to rouen for the first time in a year. that’s how long it’s been. i was meant to be there for a week, which used to be far too short of a trip back, but now it feels too long.

my bedroom at mamma’s house is still filled with pictures of us, ever since the day we became friends when i moved a couple blocks down from you. from this i think you can guess how hellish it must’ve been having to stay in the place that once used to give me so much comfort.

i passed by your old karting track— there was a picture of you hung up on one of the walls. i can’t escape you, can i?

although it scares me how easily i brushed off any questions or mentions of you, or us, because that means i’ve healed and i’m moving on. it scares me because i never thought i’d see the day i would stop loving you.

but now that i think about it, it probably is a good sign that i’m healing.

it’s bad to cling onto the bad things in life after all.

love,

(y/n)

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dear pierre,

remember all the things you said you’d do with me but never did? yeah, i do too, so i went to do all of them by myself. call it a solo date, if you will. at the end of the day, all you really have is yourself, so i figured i’d at least enjoyed my company.

though sometimes, you need someone to help you learn these things with life. but learning isn’t always easy, and i know that i still have a long way to go with my healing.

and considering i’m still writing these pathetic little letters, i have a long way to go but it’s a road i’m willing to take. if that means healing and moving on, if that means appreciating myself, if that means finding my peace and bright spark back, it’s a road i’m willing to go down.

though i’m mad at the broken promises and maybe there’ll still be a small part of me hurt by everything, i’ll try to forgive you.

love,

(y/n)

p.s: congrats on your podium finish

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dear pierre,

thank you for everything i’ve learned.

maybe things do happen for a reason.

love,

(y/n)

#f1 fic #f1 fiction #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fanfic #pierre gasly fic #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly angst #pierre gasly fluff #f1 imagine #pierre gasly imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #f1 fic recc

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 33

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 12 minutes

Seoul, South Korea. 10:13 pm

Jungkook walked around his place, only stopping in front of her room for a brief second, looking at all the things that were once hers -although he knew they would always belong to her no matter what. Turning back on his tracks, he went back to his room, taking his phone out of his pocket just to realize she hadn't called all day.

She didn't send any texts, she didn't try to call after doing more than ten calls a day. Why was there nothing? Why did she go completely silent out of nowhere? And why wasn't he getting any new information about her?

Last time he received some footage update from the man that was watching her was the previous day. Although he shrugged it off because he thought that maybe Y/n didn't leave her place. He made sure she wouldn't need to work, at least until she was back at him, so it wasn't a surprise there were days she wanted to spend inside her place. But the lack of calls was what made him worry, with that thick voice in the back of his head getting him ready for the worst while he tried to contact the bodyguard.

No signal.

Something made him feel uneasy. There was something wrong, something wasn't working like it was supposed to and he didn't know about it yet, but he could sense it.

Jungkook could tell there was something going on when she completely gave up on the calls. It was something that kept the two of them connected somehow. But it was gone now.

—Make sure Jimin picks up the phone —he turned to one of his men—. And come to me when you have him in line. I need to speak to him.

At the end of the day, whatever happened to Y/n was his responsibility after what Namjoon told him. She was in his territory, and one of his men was the one watching her. And the fact that the both of them were unreachable was pushing him over the edge.

He supported the weight of his upper body on both of his hands, which were placed over the edge of his desk. His heart was beating fast against his chest, while he tried to find a way to calm his own thoughts. But it was too late. His brain was working at the fastest speed, already putting himself in the worst of the scenarios.

He should've known better than to send her back to her country, and expect to be able to protect her from afar. He didn't like the idea of leaving her life in someone else's hands, but he did it anyway. It was a risky way to protect her, to save her life. Delusional from him. Because once Y/n entered in his life, she'd always be targeted for the information that she didn't have -but that others thought she did.

And it was then when he regretted ever agreeing with Namjoon's idea of sending her to the other side of the world. Whoever was after her wouldn't be fooled with the little act Jungkook was putting, and he knew.

—Sir, mister Park on the phone.

Nodding while reaching for the smartphone with his hand, he motioned the guard to leave him alone in his office. He took a deep breath, trying to sound as calm as possible, knowing that Jimin would probably close himself completely if he started the conversation by attacking him.

—Kook, I'm busy, what do you want?

—Any news on the guard in the A location? —he directly asked.

They divided the coasts of Spain in a ranking by the importance of the location. Generally, the A was where all the movement happened, and it referred to the whole coast and surroundings by itself than a certain place. But as soon as she landed back there, her house turned into the main priority, taking the highest spot in the location ranking whenever they had to communicate.

—No —Jimin sighed—. I haven't heard a single thing from that lazy ass douchebag for a few days. And it isn't like I want to either.

His response didn't surprise him though. They both agreed that everything that was related to Y/n, territory A and that guard would fall under Jungkook's supervision -unless something bigger happened.

—Can't you locate him?

—I keep up with where my men are all the time —Jimin sounded pissed—. This morning he was in the same location you sent him to.

—He isn't answering the phone.

—He isn't? —Jimin's voice suddenly changed with that comment.

—No, he isn't —Jungkook repeated—. I've called him like twenty times, and there's no answer back. I didn't hear a single thing from Y/n either in a whole ass day. She's in your fucking territory and you aren't able to keep up with what's going on?

—She isn't my responsibility, Jeon —Jimin answered, trying to stay as serious as possible—. The fact that you weren't able to keep your dick in your pants, and brought her into this mess is nobody's problem, but yours. Do you really expect everyone to stop their world for the issues you cause?

Jungkook wanted to be mad at Jimin's words, he wanted to be able to answer back at his friend for what he was saying. But he wasn't wrong. If something happened to her, it would be no one's problem but his. The only one who should feel guilt for that situation was him.

Not Namjoon, not Jimin. Just himself.

—Jimin, please.

Jimin's frowned eyebrow slightly went back to normal when he heard Jungkook's voice, sounding so soft yet desperate while speaking about her. Usually, he was the type to shrug things off and take things easy. He was trained to keep his mind cold, and he never allowed his feelings to get in between his actions -and the few times it happened, he got a solution after stopping for a moment and thinking deeply about it. But not that time. Jungkook was begging for help, while his vulnerability for that woman was getting in the way.

They all should've seen it coming when he gave up on Busan, or when he reunited the six members to talk about the imminent retirement that would leave Namjoon as the leader. For the first time since they all knew each other, Jungkook had something that guided his decisions other than what his father wanted for him. He was completely ignoring what he had been taught since he was a kid, changing his priorities for someone he knew for a few months only.

Looking down at his laptop, he frowned at some of the texts Chul sent him. Although Jimin ignored them when he thought that he was just complaining about his job, and insisting what was the point of him being in the same place if Jungkook would send other men to watch her anyway.

—Did you send any other men to watch over Y/n? —Jimin asked.

—No —Jungkook kicked the desk when realization hit him—. Fuck.

—I'll try to get more information about it. I'll call you when I have something new.

—Hurry up.

Jimin hung up. Although he didn't even have time to think about the new information, before someone was knocking on his door.

Trying to hold back his eyes rolling to the back of his head, he looked away when Sanhyuk stepped inside his office. With everything that was going on, the last thing he needed was to see his arrogant smile while teasing him. So for his own sake, Jungkook hoped he came with the information he needed.

—Bad news? —Sanhyuk mocked him, taking a seat on the long couch at the side of his office, in front of the shelf filled with books.

—I don't have the energy for your shit, so... —Jungkook encouraged him to speak about what brought him there.

Sanhyuk sighed. It wasn't fun when Jungkook didn't play along, so he simply shrugged and rested his back against the padded backrest.

—I got the information you wanted.

Those words got his attention fast, turning his body completely to him before he slowly started walking where he was sitting.

He was surprised by how fast it was. Completely ignoring the ironic voice in the back of his head, that scoffed while commenting how bad Sanhyuk wanted to take him out of the way, he went back to his only focus in that moment: Y/n.

—I didn't know you could revive the dead —Sanhyuk commented, not looking at him.

—What?

Slowly his sharp eyes shifted from one of the books on the shelf to the man standing next to him, looking at him with a confused gaze while he tried to understand what he meant. Jungkook's eyes moved to the desk when he heard the dry sound of something falling over the coffee table, finding a beige file on it.

—It's there —he breathed deeply—. I was shocked at first. And I suggest you sit down before you read what's in it.

Jungkook took the file, sitting in the armchair on his right. All the papers and pictures that were in it almost fell to the ground when he saw the content.

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Palma de Mallorca, Spain. 01:13 pm

Y/n breathed deeply, feeling like she was drowning when she was aware of her awake body. Despite having her eyes opened, she was still in the dark, feeling a light weight over her head and the musty smell of whatever that was covering it. After she tried to move her hands to take it off, she found herself struggling with the thin, but rough, fabric that kept her wrists together, and that dug on her skin with every move she tried to make.

There was no point in screaming, crying or begging to be set free. And she'd get nothing by moving her arms desperately. They were already hurting by the unnatural position, it made no sense to worsen her condition for no reason.

—Look who's acting like a good girl —she heard a male voice say in Spanish.

She felt her skin frowning in the space between her eyebrows after thinking the voice sounded familiar. Her body was frozen when she felt someone's presence next to her, sticking to the ground as if that would make her situation better. Although she unconsciously moved her leg away, after feeling some fingertips tracing the curve of her knee.

The masculine laugh sounded mocking, ironic. He was finding joy in making her uncomfortable.

—Ironic that after working for me for so long, I manage to have you like this because of someone else —he clicked his tongue—. Life is indeed ironic.

He sighed, before he removed the bag from her head roughly, taking some of her hair with it and making some locks fall over her eyes. She couldn't say she was surprised by seeing Pedro in front of her with a smile, but it shocked her to be in that situation because of him. He had no reason to do that, she wasn't even part of his business or Jungkook's.

—Jeon did seriously suck all the energy from you, huh? —he tilted his head— Look at you so tame and chill... A few months ago, you'd have insulted me.

—Trust me, I have several things I want to say to you. I'm just holding back —she spoke for the first time—. Besides, when Jungkook finds out what you did, you'll wish you had never ever crossed paths with me.

—You should learn when you should shut up —he pinch her cheek—. After everything I've done for you. I gave you money, a job...

—You fucking gave me a big debt that I was forced to pay later. Don't talk like you did me a favor.

—I didn't? —he frowned— If it hadn't been for me, Jorge would've died at the hands of his lender. You weren't even good at sucking a dick, but I still gave you a place here. So watch your mouth when you speak about me. After all these years, I thought you'd have learnt to be a little grateful. But I see that leaving to that new life has only made you one unthankful bitch.

Y/n tried to move away when his hands moved past her calves over her jeans, aiming to go further.

—Maybe I should teach you the manners that Jeon didn't?

But before he was able to move further than the back of her knees, she raised her right legs and kicked him in the face. In a matter of seconds, his nose was bleeding and the jesting expression turned to an angry one.

—Fucking whore.

He was ready to slap her and make her fall back unconscious, but the click from the door stopped him from doing it. Pedro suddenly stood up, looking at the two bodyguards and the old Asian man that stepped inside behind them. It took him one fast move of his head pointing outside, to have the man she had kicked rushing outside without giving her one last look.

The man didn't speak. He just stared at her from his position, tilting his head from one side to the other, before he finally sighed. And while looking back at him, Y/n was able to tell there was something familiar about him. Not so much about the possibility of ever having crossed paths with him, but more about the fact that some of his features were similar to someone else's -she just wasn't able to tell who.

—You're a hard nut to crack, huh? —he raised one of his eyebrows, nodding at her silence and challenging look— My son has one weird taste. He could've gone for someone that at least knew how to behave. But no, Jungkook had to go for the most difficult one to handle.

Hearing him mentioning Jungkook's name, right after talking about him as his son, cut all the oxygen that was coming in, feeling her throat closing off almost suddenly. Now she was able to see the similarities.

His eyes were as rounded as Jungkook's, but with hooded eyelids due to his age. Also the prominent and marked jaw despite the barely hanging skin. Both of them had the same aura, but his father's was even scarier than the one Jungkook had when she first met him.

—Do you have any idea how you ruined things? —he peeked both of his hands inside his pockets— Everything I worked for ruined for a slut —he shook his head—. My family's legacy thrown to the trash. And all because of you. What's even so special about you that'd make my son forget what he's expected to do?

Y/n tried to hold back her moan filled with pain when his loafers pressed her ankle against the hard ground, putting all his weight in that step, making her think at some point she'd hear a crack. At least until he moved back.

—I won't allow it —he walked towards her.

—Why don't you kill me and end it all? —she managed to say, out of breath.

—Honestly, this is his last chance —he twisted his tongue—. If he ignores this all, I'll kill you and peacefully know my son is worth his position. But if he shows up here, or sends someone to save you again, I won't give a fuck about him having my blood. Someone who doesn't respect me, doesn't deserve to live.

Hearing him speak with such coldness about his own son made her guts twist in disgust.

The old man squatted in front of her, moving her locks away from her face to be able to look straight into her eyes. His fingers roughly held her by her jaw, fingerprints digging on her cheeks before he spoke again:

—And just hope you know, your hands will be stained with his blood if that happens.

She could've stayed still. Maybe that would've been the smartest. But knowing that all of that was a trap to test Jungkook made her blood boil. She couldn't control herself, and it wasn't like the man in front of her deserved any better treatment. Still looking at him in the eyes, she spit straight at his face.

The old man smiled, a dark curve that augured her a bad ending while he cleaned her saliva from his face with a tissue one of the bodyguards had handed him. One last laugh that turned into silence when she felt his fist on her nose and the back of her head hitting against the wall.

And, suddenly, everything went dark again.

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Protector

Chapter 6

Ruthlessness

Only, Hugo couldn’t sleep. While the fire burned and Nuru and Varian were fast asleep, he was tossing and turning on the ground. Usually, sleeping rough was good. Nice even. But right now it was like his brain couldn’t shut up. After about three hours of this, he laid up, grabbed his glasses, and went for a walk.

He didn’t take the torch. The moonlight was enough to guide his way. Not that he really knew where he was going. He looked up at the stars as he walked up a cliff. He needed the air.

He sat down at the edge of it with his legs hanging over the side, thinking. The way Varian asked him to stay. These last few days had been a lot to say the least. He hadn’t had a moment to breath.

“Have you thought about my offer?”

Mother fucker.

“You said I had until dawn tomorrow. It hasn’t even been 4 hours.” Hugo didn’t turn. He couldn’t look at the thing possessing the only family he had, or he would break.

“I did.” It sat next to Hugo. He made sure not to look at it. “However. I don’t know if I have that much time… My powers are waning by the day.”

“So, leave Varian alone! He doesn’t deserve any of this!” Hugo said. “Just…leave.”

A small pause as the protector thought. “I understand why you are so keen on keeping me from him. I didn’t make a great first impression, did I?”

“No shit!” Hugo snapped. “You’re hunting him and now we’re out in the middle of gods know where! And you’re possessing my-” He finally looked at the protector. It was in Donella’s body. He was staring at her face. At his moms face. He let his shoulders slump.

“I didn’t realize these two had value to you, Hugo.”

“How did you know my-”

“These two…they dream about you. They are not in pain. I promise.”

“That doesn’t make it better…”

“My point still stands. I don’t have much time.”

“Well I don’t give a rats ass.” Hugo stood. “You want Varian, you’ll have to go through me first. Got it?”

The protector frowned as Hugo walked. “I tried to reason with you.”

Hugo’s magic sparked and he just managed to create a shield in time before that goop shattered on it. He fell to the ground from the force of it.

“You have promise, Hugo.” It walked forward. Fear rose in his chest, down to his hands. His magic sparked. He quickly realized it. He could use it.

Donellas hand lifted and the goop grabbed him around the arms, dragging him down. Hugo grinned. He wouldn’t have noticed it, but his hair floated and his eyes sparked with blue green and purple before he slammed his hands onto the ground. It was like the ground responded to him, grass growing and flowers sprouting. Each blade severed the goop from him and he was able to stand up.

A blast hit him in the chest, sending him to the ground. He groaned. Olivia squeaked at him.

“Go find varian.” He whispered to her. “Make sure he and Nuru are safe.”

Olivia hesitated, but then scampered out of his pocket and into the woods.

He stood back up. God his chest hurt. This was like when he was beat up by those kids when he was 14. Magic pooled in his hands. Time slowed down for a moment.

“Remember Hugo, Focus and control.”

He was 10. Donella was bent down to his level, holding his hand arm gently. She had taken to teaching him magic. Neither asked but it had become something that needed to be done after a particularly bad magic surge almost destroyed the inn they were staying at and gave away their identities.

Little Hugo took a deep breath, aiming at the jars set up for Hugo to shoot at.

“How do I “focus and control” if I don’t know whats going to come out of my hands?”

“That’s why we practice. Your magic is unlike any other. The only thing that will make it easier to handle is if you learn how to wield it. Make the decision on what kind of magic you want, and fire.”

“Focus and control…” Hugo mumbled. He closed his eyes, focused on what kind of magic he wanted to come out of his hand. Fire. He needed fire.

He focused on it, and laughed a but when he actually managed to do it. Then he shot it at Donella who was walking towards him. She easily shrugged it off. “Nice trick. You’ll have to do better though.”

Hugo got the hang of it now. He smiled.

Varian’s sleep was fitful. For the first time in years he couldn’t control his dreams. He saw his father in the crystal. His friends stuck in red crystal. Black rocks.

The eternal library.

He woke up with a gasp. Something was on top of him.

Varians eyes focused and on his chest was Olivia.

He laid up, realizing Hugo was nowhere near them.

“Hugo?” Varian called.

“Whats going on?” Nuru asked groggily.

“Hugos gone.”

Olivia squeaked. There was an explosion.

“what was that?”

Varian shot up, already on his way towards it. He couldn’t loose Hugo. Not like this.

Hugo felt the magic surge before he saw it. He channeled it downwards into the ground. Vines wrapped around Donella.

Hugos body shook. He was running low quickly. He had to figure out a way out of this. He was sweating and the protector hadn’t even stopped to breathe.

“Getting tired Hugo?”

“No…just getting started.” Hugo growled.

He ran towards it. A fist fight wasn’t great but it was better than using all his magic up at once. Even if he was hitting Donella. She couldn’t feel it, he assured himself.

He managed to hit it square across the face. “Donella, if you’re in there, now would be a fantastic time to wake up!”

He felt something slice against his stomach. He winced. He was definitely bleeding already. He looked down and saw Donella’s knife in her hands, covered in his blood.

“Fuck…” He mumbled.

“You were saying?”

Hugo glared. The ground rumbled under his feet. In a burst of teal light, it exploded, sending him into the air for a moment. He rolled into a tree and hit his head. He saw spots.

He couldn’t stop though. It was coming towards him. He blinked. Longer than he meant to, and it was on top of him, putting a hand on his neck. “You should have taken my offer.” Hugo blinked away the spots best he could as the grip became tight. He felt as of something searing was entering his brain.

“Get away from him!”

Varian.

Hugo looked behind him. Varian was standing there. Hair messy and shirt covered in dirt. “Varian no! Get away from here!”

Varian ignored Hugo. Standing firm.

Nuru was not far behind him.

“Get…get out of here…” The exhaustion was finally catching up to him. For once, Nuru looked concerned about him. Didn’t think he’d see the day.

The protector let go of Hugo, standing.

“We finally meet. Face to face…in some respects.” The protector stepped towards Varian. Hugo reached out a hand. He couldn’t do any more magic if he wanted to. Not when he was already hurt and using all his energy not to pass out. Energy that was quickly waning.

“don’t…hurt him.”

The protector rolled its eyes. “Excuse me, Varian.” It turned to Hugo, who glared hard.

Varian threw a rock at Donella’s head. All three of them did a double take. Donnella’s body shifting back.

“You’re here for me.” Varian said. “leave him alone.”

“…I suppose you’re right. Give me the stolen magic and I’ll be on my way.”

Varian looked at Hugo, who shook his head. He sighed and walked forward, towards Donella’s outstretched hand. Nuru didn’t move.

Hugo is about to do something, anything. Get off his sorry ass and tackle that thing in his moms body to the ground.

But Varian stops short of taking her hand. He had an evil look in his eye. He was planning something.

“no.”

“No?”

Varian looked at it. “You heard me.”

“Ugh Teenagers. Why do you have to make things so hard? Just give me back what’s mine.”

Varian smiled. “You know…I’ve been thinking about that. Here’s the thing. I’ve never been to the eternal library. And also you’ve been chasing us. Instead of waiting until I’m asleep. I have to give you it back. You can’t just take it.”

“…Yes.”

“Which means it’s mine now.”

Nuru had quietly made her way over to check on Hugo. She winced at the blood. “You need to stay awake.” She said.

“Y-You need to-to pr….” Hugo blinked hard… He was tired… Maybe if he just…

“No, no stay awake.” Nuru’s voice cut through the exhaustion. He noticed she had torn off a piece of her dress and she was applying pressure. He groaned in pain.

“Shit there’s…there’s so much blood.”

“Nice to see you care.” Hugo chuckled. “You’re so prissy I never could have guessed.”

She pressed down harder, on the wound, making Hugo groan. “Sorry.”

Somehow he knew she wasn’t completely sorry.

“Know any healing spells?” Hugo asked.

“Nope that’s why I’m doing this.”

Hugo focused back in on the conversation. It was the only thing keeping him awake at the moment. Well, that and the searing pain.

“…I was given it. The only question is how.” Varian put a finger to his chin, faux thinking. “Now I don’t know about much about magic but if I had to guess, you can’t give magic without intentionally doing it. My mom couldn’t have. So why did you give me it?”

The protector paused. Hugo wasn’t sure what was happening. Nuru was searching through her spell book for something.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d figure that out.”

Varian stepped back. “Who are you?”

"I told you. I’m the protector of the library.”

His eyes were getting heavy again. What was happening? Where was he? Someone said to stay awake. But why?

Hugo groaned as he was suddenly grabbed by the shirt, and lifted. Nuru reached to grab Hugo back but the way the protector looked at her gave her a second thought. That didn’t stop her from glaring.

Hugo’s head lobbed to the side, limp and useless. He couldn’t remember what was happening. He was so tired. But Varian looked so scared. He couldn’t remember why. He didn’t like it, though. He only caught snippets of the conversation.

“….go.”

“…Little boyfriend…bring…..magic…lib….”

He was pulled to another location suddenly. He didn’t know where he was. He felt sick.

Donella was there. She leaned over him, chanting something. Donella was safe...

He let the world go dark.

“Why’d you let them get away!?” Varian yelled.

Nuru was crying.

Varian squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears. Nuru pulled him into a hug. “I’m so sorry…” She whispered.

“I thought if I distracted him…”

Nuru pulled away. “Come on. There’s no time to waste.

“What?”

“That thing, whoever or whatever it is, took Hugo.”

Varian sniffled. “We’re not powerful enough to stop that thing. I should have given up when I had the chance instead of being a coward.”

“Coward?” Nuru asked. “Varian, you are not a coward. You ran in to save him as soon as you knew something was up.”

Varian sniffled.

“…why did you keep the magic instead of giving it up, anyway?” Nuru asked after a long moment.

Varian took a shaky breath. “what if you’re right?”

Nuru raised an eyebrow.

“What if its the only reason I’m smart? That I’m good at alchemy and science and everything I love? What if I give that up and become a shell?”

“Varian-”

“God I’m so selfish. I didn’t save him cause I was a coward.”

Nuru put a hand on his shoulder. She looked with him with such intensity it made him pay attention to her. “You are not selfish.”

“Huh?”

“There was nothing we could do in that moment. If we attacked, it likely would have used Hugo as a human shield. If you had given up your magic, we don’t know what it would have done. But now we know a couple things.”

“What are those?”

“1. You can only give it up if you want to. 2. It’s corrupted for sure. Not sure how but we’ll need to fix it before we do anything else. And 3. It has Hugo. So we need to buck up and save him.”

“That’s what it wants us to do.”

“Yeah but we can do it in a way that won’t get us killed or worse...”

Varian looked at the ground.

“Its not going to kill him. It needs him as bait.” She squeezed his shoulders. “So, use that big brain of yours and think of a solution.”

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#hugo vat7k #tangled varian #varigo #vat7k fic #nuru vat7k #varian #varian and the seven kingdoms #protector #chapter 6

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It's finally here well part one of the fic!! This is my first fiction so please go easy on me lol and ik this first part is short pleas bare with me my computer had bugged out and I lost all the parts so I'm starting back at square one

⚠️⚠️⚠️CW WARNING: SMUT GORE STRONG LANGUAGE AGE GAP Mention OF ABUSE AND ASSULT DEATH MENTION OF SA AND CANNIBALISM CULTS AND HEAVY TOPICS OF RELIGIOUS ABUSE! AND UNPROTECTED SEX (mostly in later parts) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED Reader is 23 and slayer is at least 500 years old(basied on what i googled and the events of eternal)⚠️⚠️⚠️

Fem!reader x doom slayer

Hell's little rabbit part 1

Hell's little Rabbit

Part 1

You don't know how or when it happened but the cult of God had gotten their hands on you, they found you interesting, your rabbit ears, your rabbit tail, your rabbit feet. They never saw a human rabbit hybrid, well a hybrid in general. They kept you locked up in a dark damp cell in the abandoned jail they called home on this demon infested earth. They worshiped God who had abandoned them long ago, before the demons attacked.

Their leader, Peter, would take care of you. He would visit daily and give you food and water and in return you had to give yourself to him or he would beat you till you complied. He would preach on how yiu were special and was ment to dave them. You hated him, wanted him dead even but last time you tried to kill Peter he had broken your arm. His wives didn't like you because you were his favorite, they called you freak and whore, other times they would sneak in and beat you.

Today was a special day, the day of sacrifice, and you were the chosen one. You were kept alive for 13 years just for this, to be sacrifice to the demons so the cult could be blessed by the God they believed in. It was rainy today the first rain in years. Peter ties your arms on a cross and kissed you on last time, you grimace and spat in his face which earned yiu a harsh slap across the face.

He turns to his people and spoke, "Childern of God! Today we gather here today to feed the beast that plague us, and our way of living! Let us bow our heads in prayer and let us pray to our lord and savor Jesus Christian , and the one almighty God!"

They lowered their head as Peter leads them in prayer, "OH heavenly father who art tho in heaven! Please let this sacrifice keep the demon at bay for another 13 years, thank you for letting us find this girl when we did! She was 10 years old and lost, she was just a child when we took her in and now she is a woman! Still pure because she served me, her husband, very well! May her sacrifice keep us safe and my her soul join you in heaven! I know she is different from the others but may her rabbit genetics satisfy the demons! Amen!"

"Amen!" The others said in unison. The days passed as Peter and the other higher ups for the cult watch and waited for the demons. You were weak and exhausted, barely hanging on. The heat and the weather doing its toll on your body.

It's now been a week and nothing, it was scary quite. Then there was screams, you couldn't care you was ready to die. After an hour or so the screaming stops, you heard heavy footsteps approach but was too weak to lift your head. You felt a strong hand lift your head and you see a man or thing in green armor. He cut your hands free and you fell into his arms, that's all you remembered before passing out.

You woke up in a bed, how long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? You weren't sure but you sure knew you were hungry, you looked around the room you were now in. It confused and scared you, you had no clue where you was but something caught your eye. You get up and hobbled over to the small table in the corner and grabbed the sandwich that was left, your hunger overpowered your thoughts and you scarfed down the small meal.

You then looked at yourself in the mirror and saw you were bandaged up and somewhat clean. Your ears perked up as you heard footsteps and walked in a robot? You grabbed the plate from the table and get ready to throw it.

"Who are you and where am i?!" You demanded

"Hello, I am Vega the on board AI. The slayer brought you in after he had found you on earth. How are you feeling miss, need anything?" He asked

You shake your head no and slightly relaxed.

"No thank you..."

"If you need anything let me know miss, this room has a bathroom so if you want you can shower." And with that Vega left. You made your way to the bathroom and saw some clean clothes, fresh bandages, and some soaps as well as shampoo and conditioner.

You smiled and took the first shower you had in years, you washed off the dirt and old blood and then spent a lot of time on washing your matted hair. One your done you get out and then cut your hair short so it's easier to manage.

You could hear the same heavy footsteps out In the hall so you got dressed and left the room. You peaked out and saw the large man in green armor your savoir. You quietly followed him but he disappeared into his room. You wanted to thank him but how?

#doom 2016 #doom eternal #doom slayer #doom slayer x reader #doom #doom guy #faniction #flynn taggart

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Amethyst (a Silvercandle fanfic)

(Note from the author: putting something different here than on ao3,,but this is my first fic first off and this is only the first chapter here. ALSO BTW THIS IS VERY MUCH SILVERCANDLE FLUFF AS YOU CAN TELL FROM THE TITLE SO..if you dont like the ship this one isnt for you,, For more context i suggest you see it on ao3 but this spawned from a twitter thread between me and a mutual and basically its silver and candle and some other ii characters and my personal ships playin minecraft in candles attempts to cheer up silver during a rainy week,,constructive critisism is encourgaed since im very new to this so ye,,enjoy chapter on and here is the ao3 link to the fic as i will be updating it with the other chapters as time goes on so rn im just really testing the waters,,,OKAY ON TO THE FIC!!)

Chapter 1: A Rainy Week Ahead

Silver lay awake one night at hotel OJ; it had been raining for practically the whole day, and Silver usually was fine spending these particularly gloomy days for him in his hotel room reading (that is when Lightbulb wasn’t trying to get him to “cheer up”). Though, this time felt different...Silver didn’t exactly feel himself..this whole self betterment journey he’s been..feeling off.. According to the forecast it was gonna be like this all week, and Silver surely didnt have enough books (or emotional stability) to just stay in his room for a whole week. So he decided, instead of sleeping, he’d talk to Candle; even though she was definitely asleep by now…

Deep breaths …Silver Spoon thought to himself. He reached over to his bedside table to get his phone and opened the messenger app, but he hesitated. He hated seeming too clingy towards Candle…even if he knew, she did care about him..and love him..a lot…He didn’t just want to talk to her..he wanted to be with her, physically. Silver sat there, for at least 10 minutes, just staring, gazing, daydreaming, as he looked down at his phone in silence; the rain outside gradually beating down even harder on the window of the room. He winced at the sound of thunder. God he hated this. He really couldnt stand this much longer. He threw off the ugly orange covers of his Hotel OJ bed and hopped out of bed, dropping his phone in the process. “Whoops..” Silver Spoon said softly to himself ...praying and hoping to God that he didn’t wake Lightbulb…the LAST thing he would want in this moment was to be questioned. Silver could have seen her moving under the covers (though he was also wondering how she wasn’t suffocating by now) but she didn’t seem to have woken up.. “Phew…” That was close. He snatched his phone off the ground and walked to his closet and got the baby blue robe that Candle got for him and threw it on over his pajamas, opening the room door very gently and closing it as such before tiptoeing down the hall to Candle’s room.

Unfortunately for Silver just as he was about to knock on the door; very hesitantly; BOOM, there was the thunder again, scaring the poor guy off his feet nearly, so if he wasn’t gonna go through with knocking before, he’d definitely done it now as he practically slammed his face and phone into the door, leaving him standing there in front of Candle and Goo’s room in a daze. Click click. “Silver Spoon…my dear, are you alright..?” Silver, standing there with his knees still shaking and his heart basically trying to beat out his chest, took a moment to register her voice… “Silver…” Candle gently rested her hands on his shoulders as she tried to calm him down, eventually patting his back and leading him into her room and onto her bed. Silver at this point had eased back into his senses as he sat. Candle, after gently closing the door as to not wake her roommate, sat beside him, a concerned look on her face it seemed, though it was difficult for Silver to make it out because, the lights in the room were off, the only light being the dimly lit night light Goo had plugged in on his side of the room, where he still lay soundly asleep. They sat on Candle’s bed in silence for a moment. “So..is something wrong?” Silver, of course, not wanting to admit to just..wanting to be in her embrace, instead of admitting it, he hesitantly wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a hug; resting his head on her shoulder in the process. “No..it’s nothing..” Silver said, though it was muffled considering his face was buried in Candles embrace, which she returned in response to his own. “Hm, right of course, you came all the way down the hall here, in the middle of the night, for..nothing, dear?” Silver groaned as he sat up; “Okay FINE it’s not nothing…I just wanted to..see..you..” Candle chuckled lightly, which was enough to give Silver even more of a warm feeling inside (than he already had from actually being with her now). “Oh Silver-” Another crackle of thunder. Silver shuddered and huddled even closer to Candle without even noticing; he paused and backed away for a moment, blushing out of sheer embarrassment. “..S-Sor-” Before he could finish his needless apology though, she quickly but gently hugged him back with a soft look on her face as she looked up at him, still quivering. “I see what it is now…” Candle got up from the bed and took Silver’s hand; subsequently setting his pale white cheeks to a rosy pink shade yet again. He followed her out the door and down to the first floor and into the lobby.

“Sit down for a moment.” Candle whispered, as she seated him onto the couch, going into the kitchen, and getting Silver a glass of water before sitting down next to him. “Need anything else..?” She switched on the TV which was, to Silver's dismay, playing the weather channel, to which Candle quickly switched to what seemed to be some kind of nature documentary. “I’m..quick alright, my dear..” A beat of silence passed, as Silver took a quick sip of water. “...Thank you..by the way..I know it is rather…late…” Silver, getting comfortable and crossing his legs criss-cross-apple-sauce style on the couch while gently resting his head on Candle’s, considering their height difference, chuckled lightly before yawning. “Oh wow, so you’ve come all this way just to fall asleep again?” Candle snickered as she leaned in towards him, awaiting a response. “Well, it is rather difficult to sleep when the rain outside is practically trying to break in with how hard it’s pounding on my window!” Candle chuckled at this even more, resting her head on his shoulder. “Oh Silver…this week is surely going to be a wild ride for you, hm?” Silver crossed his arms and scoffed at this, but ultimately sighed and chuckled. “I suppose I could..use some new ways to occupy myself…”; remarked Silver. Candle paused to think for a moment. “A new way to occupy yourself huh…” Candle scanned the room for a moment; and again…and yet again. One more time; ding, there it was. She had it. “I have just the plan. That is if you’re willing to strengthen some bonds..?” Silver gave her a very clear look of confusion as the two layed eyes on the console, which belonged to Pickle, on the entertainment stand below the TV. What on earth did she even mean by strengthening bonds..?? “..And that is supposed to mean what exactly, my dear..?”; Silver wondered. “Oh, you’ll see, trust me, it’ll be fun.” Despite the obvious confusion conveyed by Silver, she got up and began to head upstairs. “You stay here, I’ll be quick.” “C-Candle..” She was already up the step before he could raise his voice. “Well..I do suppose she did say she’d be.. quick …” A blanket of silence fell across the room. BOOM; another crackle of thunder. Silver jumped, pulling his legs closer into his chest and he waited eagerly. Speaking of blankets..he really could have used one right now…

(Note from the author AGAIN: thaks for reading all this, if you have thoughts dont be hesitant to lmk really i do wanna know what people think IK THIS IS VERY LONG WINDED AND OFF FOR WHAT I'VE POSTED ON HERE BUT BEAR WITH ME THIS WAS ACTUALLY KINDA FUN..if you want me to post any other chapters here i will anyways..have a good day/night <3 -Atou)

#inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity fanfic #fanfic #silvercandle ii #silver spoon ii #candle ii

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Winter Soldier x Red Room/Widow Reader

Hey guys, here's a little "story snippet" from a story I invented (no I won't post the story, because I only invent/image them, but don't write them down, only snippets and/or fundamental (?) information 😅, sorry). I still hope you enjoy it.

P.S. English isn't my first language, so please excuse any wrong grammar.

Sidenote: The Winter Soldier is not always in 100%-Killer-mode but like when he kills the girls, he is 100%-Killer-mode/completely emotionless/Hydra has full control over him.

Plot: Saskia (or whatever name you want to give her, in my stories the "Main OC" always has this name😅) is a 9-year-old girl, that lives in the Red Room, around the 1950s (like Dottie from Agent Carter). One day Hydra shows up with the Winter Soldier and a group of 10-15 Widows from the age 9 and up, with different body types (weight, height etc.) and different training stages get selected to fight or rather survive him in 1-to-1-combat. They all must survive at least 5 minutes, if they step of the practice mat, they get immediately killed, the order of the Widows is random.

Saskia comes last, while being the least trained Widow, the lightest and smallest; she is about 4’0”/1,21m tall, the Winter Soldier about 6’0”/1,83m (so she reaches about to his belly). Due to her small form, everyone thinks she will die quickly, but to their surprise is she the only Widow to survive the 5 minutes, which makes her the only winner of the challenge. Her advantage was her intelligence and that she went last, because with that she was able to see the others mistakes (and some small successes) and learn the Winter Soldiers fighting style and behavior pattern. So instead of attacking him, she blocked his attacks, mostly ducked away and hid behind him, cause she only had to survive, not beating him. After her success, Hydra took her with them, so that the Winter Soldier could train her (she might also get the serum). During her time at the Hydra base, she shares a room with the Winter Soldier (they sleep in bunk beds). One night the Winter Soldier hears her tossing and turning around, while she’s crying half asleep.

S = Saskia (or whatever name you gave her), WS = Winter Soldier/Bucky, "..." = spoken text, *...* = actions/events (you will get it when you read it)

S: * tossing and turning in bed & crying half asleep*

WS: *getting up from the bunk bed, pulling Saskia out of bed & into his arms, one hand covering her mouth to muffling her sobs* "Shhhhh, don't let them hear you...if you must cry, do it silently...be emotionless, make them believe they broke you..."

S: *whimpers & tries to break free from his grip*

WS: *whispering in her ear* “No need to fight me…I won’t hurt you…please, just hide your feelings…they have to think they have the control…”

S: *sobs fade & tries saying something*

WS: *takes hand from her mouth*

S: *still crying a bit* "I-I ca-can't..."

WS: "Yes, you can...you need to, or they will take control...and trust me, you don't want that...use that brain of yours and do what you always did; survive and try to escape!"

S: "I'm tired of it...I-I can't anymore...” *sobs*

WS: *turns her around, to look at her, slowly caressing her cheek* "You need to..." *tear runs down his cheek*

S: “I don’t want to be a killer…”

WS: “Neither do I…but we keep have to go on these missions, to have a chance to escape…”

S: “What’s the point of escaping if you leave corpses behind to do it?”

WS: “Kill those that deserve it if you must and let those escape that don’t deserve to die…but don’t make it to obvious, or else they will wipe you and make you a killer.”

S: “That’s not possible…”

WS: *looking down, regretting what he said, because he's not able to do it either* “I know…”

S & WS: *tears run down their faces*

S: “So there’s no escape? They will make us kill innocent people?! I’m already having nightmares and I didn’t kill anyone yet…how should I get over it, if I finally do?”

WS: “I don’t know…but we at least need to try to get away…”

S: *cries into his shoulder* “Why was I so dumb and survived the challenge?”

WS: *hugs her tight* “To give me a reason not to give up…a new goal…”

S: *looks up to him confused* “What kind of goal?”

WS: “Keeping you safe…getting you out of here…”

S: “I thought it wasn’t possible?!”

WS: “Maybe, maybe not…but I will try…I promise…”

S & WS: *hugging each other & crying silently*

WS: *after a while, he lays back in bed with his little girl in his arms, hoping that someday they will get out of this hell*

Okay, that was dark and sad and at some point, sweet…I guess? So well, that was my “story snippet”, it’s up to you to decide, if they can escape or not. I hope that it makes some sense though. Feel free to leave your thoughts, reblogg (with credits 😅), make your own story out of it or whatever. Moonpaw out👋

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 2 years

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radio shack

summary: we finally get results when looking for a job! (wish i could say the same for me)

WC: 841

warnings: just one curse word, nothing bad, IT’S BOB NEWBY

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

just a little short to introduce bob and readers dynamic and familiarity with each other (we love bob newby in this house, so reader loves bob newby) also shoutout to my friend since her birthday is april 10.

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April 10, 1984

You decided to skip school on this boring Tuesday afternoon. Instead of biking to school you last-minute detoured and decided on heading to the main street and just walking around, maybe watching a movie for whatever reason. As you were walking in the direction of the sweets shop a store sign caught your eye.

Radio Shack ‘Now Hiring’

You weren’t sure if this store had been here all this time or if it was pretty new, but either way, you didn’t know what a radio shack was. So out of curiosity, you walked away from Sally’s sweets, you’ll head there after though, and walked in the direction of the big red sign on the building. With a dinging noise introducing your entrance to the empty store, you looked around and tried to get a grasp on what they sell in the store. With your wandering eyes, you noticed different types of cameras and wiring and many other things. You honestly were still pretty confused.

While you were staring at the walls of…whatever, you didn’t notice the new body behind the counter. You were so deep in your mind as you scanned over a camera that wasn’t anything like Jonathan’s camera that you didn’t notice the person walking in your direction. Just as you were reaching a hand out to grab the object, you noticed movement in your periphery and you jumped away, almost knocking over a display in the process.

“Holy shit,” you gasp with a hand over your heart.

The other person gave a nervous giggle at your reaction and was holding their hands out like you were a scared animal. It was an older man around 5’ something, he was wearing a short sleeve button-up shirt with a tie in the center of his chest, and he wore some type of name tag over a pocket on his chest. It had Radio Shack written in red at the top along with the words, “my name is Bob!” He had an exclamation point at the end of his name.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just coming to see if you needed any help.”

With your heart slowing down in its beating you removed your hand from your chest, “it’s okay, I zoned out and the movement just startled me.”

He nodded his head in understanding, “my name is Bob, by the way.” “(Y/n).”

“Is there anything I could help you with, (Y/n)?” he asked while holding his hands out in a gesture to show the whole store.

“Um, actually, I saw that you were hiring?”

A smile appeared on Bob’s face. He turned his body halfway and then gestured for you to follow behind him as he walked to the counter. Bob walked behind and you stayed on the customer side as you peered in and watched as he was looking around for something. When he found whatever it was he held it up and smiled again and walked over to his side of the counter and handed you a piece of paper.

You took the paper and saw it was an application, “um, I should probably tell you I don’t really know much about…this stuff,” you gestured out to the store.

Bob gave a quick chuckle, “it’s fine. I’m gonna be training you anyway, and I'm usually always here.”

“Are you okay with me being part-time?”

“Yeah, that’s no problem.”

You looked down at the application. You really needed a job, but a job that involved a bunch of electrical stuff that you didn’t know about made you a bit nervous. Maybe you should just stick with food, at least you know you can handle shitty customers, but you didn’t want to see Carol or Tommy and you knew they wouldn’t come within ten feet of the place.

You looked up from the paper and looked at Bob’s waiting face. He looked so kind, his chubby cheeks squishing into his eyes a bit when he smiled. He looked like someone who wouldn’t even raise their voice at you when mad, someone who was very understanding. He seemed like a very calming person to be around, and honestly, you need to be around more calming presences lately.

“Can I start tomorrow if I get the job?”

“Sure, you’re the first person who’s applied, so you’re pretty much hired.”

Now that got your nerves pumping a bit, but you fought them down and filled out the paper. This would be good for you, a new job, a seemingly nice boss, a new skill set you are about to acquire. ‘This will be good’, you repeated in your mind.

“Hey.”

The quiet word broke your nerves and you looked up at Bob. His gentle smile was back on his smile, but it was more easy, friendly. He tapped a single finger on your hand that was resting beside the application.

“You’re gonna do great.”

And just with that sentence, your clouded mind cleared just a bit allowing for the sun to shine.

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feekins · 11 months

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hoo boy, ch 8. okay. I've got tea steeping. I've got a comfy throw blanket. I have my cat on standby, bc...honestly idr how I reacted the first time I read this almost 20 years ago. all I know is that a lot of things flew over my head at that age, so it should be uh. interesting. to see what I get out of it as an adult.

so yeah - my thoughts and things as I re-read ch8 of Trigun vol 2.

I'M NOT NERVOUS. YOU'RE NERVOUS. 🫣

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

ok so uh. this is gonna be a longass post. no joke, I took reference pics of almost every single page of this chapter, but thanks to the 10-image limit...well. we'll see how this goes.

on the very first page, we have some context-changing translation discrepancies.

in Dark Horse, we've got:

WOLFWOOD: "I got a bad feeling...about these guys." (referring to the dudes he beat up when they tried to jump him as he walked into the church in the last chapter)

LEGATO: "How rude. How else do you expect to be treated when you suddenly trespass?"

meanwhile, the Overhaul has something much more informative, once again:

WOLFWOOD: "Who are these idiots? The Roderick slavers?"

LEGATO: "My apologies... I just needed to show late arrivals who they are dealing with."

then, on the next page, we see that Legato and Wolfwood haven't met before (which was something I was wondering about last chapter). they only recognize each other by physical descriptors (Wolfwood's cross, Legato's skull and torture device).

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

again, the Overhaul is more informative. and the panel right after this one...Vash looks so exhausted 🥺

there's also a difference in Dominique's last words to Vash a few pages later. Dark Horse has her saying, in reference to Legato "No one stands up to that man. Do you think he'd help me after I've failed?" meanwhile, the Overhaul has "If I can't be of service to him...then there is only one way this can turn out."

and then, she jumps :( Dominique remains one of my fav GHGs... it would be nice to see her return (she's on Wanted posters!!!) in tristamp, but. in any case. I lov her. and I'd love to learn more about her 🥺

Vash passes out right as Dominique's falling, and my younger self always thought that was weird? but their fight was a LOT more taxing than it first appeared, at least to me. we see proof of this later in the chapter.

some little translation discrepancies here. Midvalley's line in Dark Horse always kinda confused me. ty, Overhaul, for clarifying so much! oh, and Legato's last line here - for some reason I always thought he was talking about Vash? but now I realize he's talking about KNIVES. that's not translation-induced confusion, tho - just me being A Silly Lil Guy again, I guess 🤪

oh, and I didn't point it out in the last chapter, but...there's something striking about there being a church right at the top of Jeneora Rock. I can't explain why. it's just...something that rly sticks out or seems important to me.

OH, BUT THEN!!!

IT'S THE DOCTAAAAAAAAAand that's all the screaming I'll do about him for now 🤭

again, the Overhaul's translation is more informative, explicitly mentioning Knives' injuries, but idk. maybe I'm nitpicking. whateverrrrr, me likey additional info =u=

now...we get into the heavier topics.

their plan for resurrecting Knives is. disturbing. to say the least. you've got the physical horror, which was what most struck me when I was a teenager...but what gets me now is the violation/exploitation/stripping of agency from another plant for personal gain/survival...of which humans are guilty...but this time, it's all in the name of The Big Bad Human-Hater. and so, right when we finally get to meet him in the flesh, the narrative shows how, Plant Shenanigans aside, Knives...really isn't all that different from the humans he so hates. he perpetuates the exact. same. shit. the cognitive dissonance, man... 😣

more Dark Horse-induced confusion the Overhaul's cleared up for me

then, at the bottom of the page, where Wolfwood's grousing, Dark Horse has him saying "Shit! What the hell was with all th' training?!" (another line that always confused me) whereas the Overhaul has "Shit! What the hell am I doin'?!"

and that leads me into the next thing I wanted to note: it's here that we see Wolfwood is a man stuck between a rock and a hard place. he gets frustrated with it, doesn't want to do it, but he fully believes he can't get out of it :(

I also want to note a difference between the manga and tristamp - manga Vash is able to sense Knives the moment he's resurrected, whereas tristamp Vash is only aware of Knives' presence when the diner piano starts playing (ep 3). it's an interesting difference!

but then, there's fking...

...this. immediately after Knives is reborn.

I didn't think anything of it as a teen. but now...initially, I was horrified, thinking "oh shit, oh fuck, what the hell is he doing to his 'mother' now" BUT. looking at it a second time, I think I get what the context is telling us. on the previous page, there's Knives WITH HIS 'MOTHER' UNDERFOOT. on the panel immediately below the one I've shown, there's an explosion. so. I think what's going on here is that Knives is using his plant abilities to bust out - which still isn't great, most likely killing his 'mother' in the process...but unfortunately, considering who this is, it tracks;;;;;;

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

so much more urgency comes through in the Overhaul's translation here - "...I NEED to face him. I have to END this!"

we also get a lot more out of the Overhaul on the next page, when Vash is talking about his memory loss. both translations start with Vash saying "Everything on the other side is blank..." but whereas Dark Horse has him continue with "Where there is no memory, I must go to fill in the void..." the Overhaul has "I lost all memory of what I've done. All that was left with me was a void and a memory of a mountain of rubble."

then, when Vash gets to Knives and points his gun at him...Knives' absolutely deranged reaction, which I found funny as a teen, now just. gives me the chills. as does how tristamp drew directly from this exchange for their meeting in that diner.

aaaaand we have some translation weirdness after Knives sees Vash's scars and is all "Vash y u no learn?!" Dark Horse then misattributes 2 speech bubbles in a panel with Vash, instead having Knives say:

KNIVES: "If you keep count, you've hurt so many more than you've killed. And compare that to all the destruction you've caused..."

KNIVES (next panel, speech bubbles are his): "So, shouldn't you...point that thing somewhere else?"

the Overhaul is, once again, a lot more clear here:

VASH (in reference to his scars): "They're nothing compared to the burden of death and destruction you've put on me! You're gonna pay for your sins, you monster!"

KNIVES: "Considering what you did with that right arm of yours...shouldn't you be pointing that gun somewhere else then?"

I believe that's what we call gaslighting? and the victim blaming Knives does over and over is... 😬

more translation weirdness. no comment here - I've been working on this post for literal hours now igkhddkhdjg

...no translation weirdness here - just wanted to note...I didn't get this part as a teen. now, I do... 😟

and both translations of the first thing Knives says to Vash after forcing him to bring out the angel arm now strike me as. so messed up. part of the SA/noncon allegory...

KNIVES (Dark Horse): "Well?! How do you like it, Vash?"

KNIVES (Overhaul): "How is it?! How does it feel, Vash?!"

and then, right before it fires? for some reason, Dark Horse completely leaves out what Vash says/thinks immediately after Rem's name. before the Overhaul, I had no idea that this bit was a thing: "...we were no good...right from the start." 😭

now here. have an Emotional Support Charlie. she slept beside me the whole damn time I wrote this post 💕

#trigunbookclub #text postan 2k23 #cw: implied/referenced SA/noncon

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