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TREAT YOU BETTER! [2]

♰ featuring: itoshi sae + itoshi rin [blue lock]

♰ note: do i even need to mention how anticipated this part was? i will mention though, that it did take me quite some time to write this and i tried to proofread it to the best of my ability, but i do apologize if there are some minor errors. lastly, sorry for putting it off for so long due to my hiatus, i hope you all enjoy!

sypnosis: the itoshi brothers punish you for your 'infidelity'. wc: 6.5k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. fem/fem-bodied reader. POST BLUE LOCK. rin is 19. sae is 21. sibling rivalry. implied thick/chubby!reader. EXTRA MEAN!RIN. possessive!rin. cocky!sae. bully!itoshi brothers. they are both assholes in this fic. PRIOR MENTIONS OF CHEATING. degradation. unprotected sex. fingering. squirting. rough sex. DUBIOUS CONTENT. spanking. dacryphilia. slut-shaming. groping. double-penetration. implied size kink. skull/throat-fucking. choking/borderline asphyxiation. minor angst. hair pulling. manhandling. breeding. excessive mentions of drool/spit + rin's focused mode. IMPACT PLAY (face slapping, tit slapping, cock/pussy slapping). basically, they really fuck you up but they swear it’s out of love. aftercare! ꒷꒦

view part one of TREAT YOU BETTER here: part one.

If purgatory was real, you were most certainly in it now. Penalized for your past life's sins and transgressions, you were chained and perched atop a platform before your accusers, between the heavens and the depths of hell. Except now, that platform was Rin’s bed, and the only eyes upon you were his and Sae’s—the latter of which continued to bore into your own as the rhythmic slapping of his hips against your ass refused to cease. And even now, there was that sickening twinkle in his eyes, full of sinister joy as he basked in the warped satisfaction of your psychological suffering. How lovely he found you, those plump tears streaming down your ruined cheeks—if he could, he would frame that photo for his foyer. How your plump brims continued to babble out pleas for him to stop, for him to slow down, to please let you catch your breath so that you could process the situation you found yourself in, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Not until you creamed around his cock in front of your pretty lil’ boyfriend, that is.

While you, on the other hand, were currently battling the inner turmoil the two demonic brothers were putting you through. In your head, Rin’s word’s played on a loop like a broken record, plagued to repeat that same damned phrase over and over again. ‘You told me you would wait, Nii-chan.’

They plotted against you, laid out the trap, and like the oblivious bunny you are, you stumbled right into the wolf’s den.

“Y’see this, Rinnie~?” Sae drawled breathlessly, using his free hand that wasn’t holding your hair to cup your jaw, manipulating your head in his sibling’s direction while he placed his chin atop your shoulder. Forced to once again meet the eyes of your lover, you would immediately notice the contemptuous and repulsed glare he used to stab into you like a searing, hot iron blade straight into your heart. But you could never miss the desire beneath his teal eyes—desire that almost turned his current enmity for you into lust. Should you venture to cast your eyes any lower, you would also observe the brewing tent inside his sweatpants, pushing the fabric to its absolute limit.

“What d’you think is making poor Y/N cry like this, hm? The fact that she’s been caught in her infidelity or this fat cock pummeling her tight cunt?” You could feel Sae’s wolfish grin against your flesh as he spoke, dragging sharp canines across the skin of your shoulder as his own teal oculars met his brother’s.

“Both.” Rin stated bluntly before his expression would twist sourly, his upper lip curling into a sneer while his eyes narrowed on you with malicious intent. “Though if I were to guess, I bet it’s your cock since she’s a little cockslut who can’t be satisfied with just one man’s dick.” He spat as he reached his hand up to undo the zipper on his windbreaker, pulling it down slowly to reveal his equally, if not more, built form than Sae’s.

“Oh~” Sae jeered much to your chagrin, slowing the pace of his hips so he could press himself flush against your ass and languidly hump his cock into you. Unfortunately, you were unable to keep your delighted mewls from slipping past your brims as his thick cock caressed your fluttering walls. “Y’hear that, princess? Even your boyfriend thinks that you’re a cock-addicted whore.” He used his grip on your hair and chin to mockingly shake your head back and forth, feigning pity in his tone to add more fuel to your smoldering fire.

He leaned into your ear, soft lips pressing right against your lobe as his teeth captured the soft flesh between his teeth, snarling lowly. “How d’you think he’d feel knowing that you were about to make a mess on my cock, huh?”

Amidst your whimpers and pleasured mewls, you frantically shook your head, trying your hardest to deny the accusation as Rin’s fixed glare on you only grew more scrutinizing. “M’not, m’not gonna—!” On the contrary, your body would deny your vehement retorts made prevalent by your quivering thighs, heightened moans, and the sinful way your walls clung to Sae's cock.

“Don’t fucking lie to me” Sae hissed in your ear, releasing his grip on your chin to quickly swat the fattened flesh of your breast, drawing a squeal from your lips. “Y’don’t think I can’t feel this greedy cunt sucking me in? Trying to milk me of everything I have, huh?”

“N-No! Ngh~! Sae, I-I can’t—”

Your cries were silenced when an opposing hand would soon grip your chin, forcing your gaze to meet the second set of teal eyes belonging to none other than Rin. He glowered down at you, his blunt nails digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks. Even with your strong reluctance to acknowledge it, Rin's intense gaze was enough to make you clamp harder around Sae.

“Cum on his cock, Y/N.” He ordered, his voice barely above a twisted growl. “It’s the only thing pretty sluts like you are good at, right?” His grip loosened for naught but a second to drag the pad of his thumb across your drooling and babbling brims. “Unless, you’re not . . . care to try and prove me wrong?”

You tried—you really, really tried—to hold back your orgasm, to prove Rin wrong, but the tantalizing way Sae pounded his length into you was intoxicating—tainting your mind with one need and one need only—your release. Your fists pounded against Sae's thighs behind you, trying to get midfeilder off of you, or at the very least to slow down—but it was futile. Your back rumbled from the vibrations in Sae's chest as he chuckled, his forearm caging itself around your neck and the crease of his other forearm pulling back his balled fist to effectively lock you in an unforgiving headlock, depriving your brain of precious oxygen. With your resolve all but diminished, you finally came undone before both your boyfriend and his elder brother.

All you could see was white as your vision blurred and your body seized as the coil in your tummy snapped, allowing your juices to flow out of you, fruitfully drenching both your and Sae's lower halves as well as the sheets beneath you. Your cries and pleas of euphoria filled the room, drowning out the lewd and now wet smacking sounds of Sae's pelvis against your ass, as well as he and his brother's mocking jeers. Without both of their grips on your body, you would have collapsed from the sheer intensity of it all, your body going limp as the ferocity of your orgasm nearly knocked you unconscious.

“Fuck yeah,” Sae groaned into your ear, though you were barely able to register it as he fucked you through your orgasm. “That’s it; that’s the stuff. Ngh, fuck. M’gonna cum too, gonna fill your pretty pussy to the brim.” He grunted as his thrusts grew sloppy from his impending orgasm.

But it never came. At least, not in the way you expected it.

At the last second before Sae finally came inside of you, your body cruelly hit the sheets as you were no longer supported by the strength of both men. On top of that, you suddenly felt horribly empty as the midfielder’s cock was wrenched out of you, leaving you to clench around nothing—though you were hardly in any state to utter a rebuttal.

In your daze, you heard the sounds of a struggle and Sae's enraged shout as you writhed between the sheets and something hot shot against your ass cheeks and lower back. Groggily, you mustered enough strength to push yourself up onto your elbows to glance over your shoulder, only to see a fucked-out and infuriated Sae forced back onto his haunches as Rin held his light auburn locks in a vice grip, equally, if not more, irate than his elder.

“What the fuck, Nii-chan.” Rin snarled, tugging Sae by his locks as if to enunciate his anger. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t allowed to cum inside of her, so what the fuck was that, huh?”

At first, Sae remained silent and merely opted to match Rin's glower with a quiet one of his own. Your weary eyes slid down, taking in his semi-hard cock that rested against his toned thighs, strings of yours and his arousal clinging to his girth, the thick lifts and falls of his chest, and the sweat trickling down his abs. Then your eyes shifted to Rin, where you noted the hardness of his angrily-clenched jaw, the furious downward pull of his thick brows over his captivating teal eyes, blazing with anger and betrayal, and the undeniable bulge that tugged at the material of his sweatpants.

The way your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight was unavoidable.

They were both too fucking hot for your own good.

“It’s not my fault that her greedy fuckhole wouldn’t let me go.” Sae snapped, smacking Rin’s fist from his locks. “And besides. . .” Something sinister arose on his features, tainting his expression with the need to torment the forward. “You heard her, didn’t you? She likes the way my cock fucks her more than yours anyway.”

You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed after Sae’s bombshell of a statement. As you lay there, your heart raced, and a sense of unease washed over you, causing a pit of guilt to form in the pits of your tummy. Rin said nothing in response, staggering back from his brother with an incredulous and infuriated look before his face twisted into a maddened snarl, which Sae countered with a smug look. Had you looked even further, you could see the aura of their monstrous egos swirling around them, threatening to rip one another limb from limb.

“You motherfucker.” He growled, fists clenching with pure unadulterated rage as he lunged for his sibling yet again, only this time, you stepped in.

“Rin, stop!” You shouted, lunging forward to grab your boyfriend’s wrist before he could get his hands on Sae once more.

Rin's focus finally shifted to you, his eyes wide as clarity dawned on him for a moment, before the disdain and anger he felt for you at the time zeroed in on your form, immobilizing you where you kneeled. His fury was like a searing wave. It washed over you in that instant, and it was so intense that it made your knees weaken and your heart race. You’d seen him look at others like this before, but never directed at you before. His opponents, Isagi Yoichi, Shidou Ryusei, and even Sae on occasions, sure, but you? Never before in your life.

“You.” His tone was gutteral and animalistic, unlike anything you’d ever heard from Rin before.

Sae took advantage of the situation at that precise moment to slide off the mattress and out of dodge, but not before giving you a knowing wink and a sly look. Rin didn’t even seem to react to this. In fact, now that Sae was out of the picture, his arm dropped to his side, and you became the new target of his wrath.

It was as though you were peering into the eyes of a savage beast—of a starving lion who had finally cornered a gazelle who continuously fled and eluded the beast from her fate. Before you could react, Rin’s hands were on you, a strong hand wrapped around your neck to lift you from your haunches and into a proper kneeling position so that he could glower at you at eye level.

“Don’t you think for a second, Y/N, that you’re innocent in all of this.” He was seething, hissing through clenched teeth as you could feel his breath wafting over your frightened visage. “You know, the only reason that I returned home early from my jog was because Nii-chan told me that he had just arrived home? Do you know that it only took me ten minutes to come back after that?” You could feel his grip trembling in your veins, like he was holding himself back from lashing out at you further. "You mean to tell me that it only took him 600 seconds to strip you down and fuck you stupid on his cock in the mere minutes that he was here, huh? For you to forget your loyalty and love for me in only 10 minutes, Y/N?"

Tears that you hadn’t even realized had begun to spill streamed down your cheeks. Your heart ached with the knowledge that your actions had shattered trust and betrayed the trust of someone who had placed faith in you. In the midst of your tears, you struggled to find the right words to express the depths of your remorse. You wanted to take back your choices and undo the damage you had done, but you knew that you couldn't erase the past. It was far too late for that.

“But you know what,” Rin continued, his grip on your throat as well as his expression softening. “I’m not mad.” He whispered, his voice suddenly sincere. His hand left your neck entirely in favor of stroking your hair lovingly with his other caressing your cheek, a stark contrast to the unbridled wrath he had displayed toward you only moments before.

You blinked, dumbfounded. But you could not help but lean into his tenderness and crave his affection after such a strenuous situation, especially when he offered such gentle touches and words.

“Y-You’re not?” You whispered, your voice hopeful, as tears welded up in your eyes for a different reason now—out of joy.

Rin shook his head with the faintest of smiles on his face. “I’m not . . .” His tone remained soft, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead that you found yourself falling into. Almost immediately, you were melting into him, graceful for your boyfriend’s compassion.

“I’m furious.”

In an instant, a switch had flipped, and once again, Rin turned the tables on you. Before you could respond, his fist became unbearably tight at the crown of your hair, pulling mercilessly at the roots before he tugged your gaze to meet his, ablaze with fury. Now, it was your turn to look betrayed as your pretty eyes widened with both incredulity and fear as you gaped at your lover and the sinister look in his eye.

“But don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll feel much, much better after I blow some steam off by using your pretty body.”

You could barely manage a squeal as you were soon manhandled atop Rin's bed until you were lying on your back with your head hanging over the edge. Your vision turned upside down, and you craned your neck to look up at Rin, who was busy ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers until he was finally able to tug free his painfully hard cock right above your face. Your mouth watered at the sight of your lover’s well-endowed length at its full mast, thick, hot, and sweltering with a vein bulging along its otherwise smooth underside. His blushed tip drooled with pre, which he used to lube his hand as he pumped himself above you, unable to keep his gaze from wandering over your lewd, plump, and womanly body.

“Fuck,” He swore as he tossed his head back, allowing you to watch as his balls clenched and length twitched from the wave of pleasure that overcame him.

You noticed movement in the space between Rin's muscular thighs as you watched Sae sit in Rin's desk chair behind him, one arm resting on the arm rest while the other languidly stroked his semi-hard cock and one leg resting atop the other at the ankle. When he caught your gaze, he shot you a wolfish smirk, using your slick to roll his thumb around his reddened tip.

“Don’t look at me, princess. Look at your pretty boyfriend.”

At his command, your gaze rose, only to see Rin using his thumb to spread your lips and guide his cock into the warmth of your mouth. As you took inch by inch into your throat, you could hear your lover groaning above you, swearing something about you swallowing him down like it was nothing. Though it really wouldn’t be a punishment if he made things easy for you, would it?

Soon, he reached the hilt of your throat, and his balls were firmly nestled against your nose, allowing you to inhale his salty yet pleasant musk. Both of his large palms reached down to grab the sides of your head before his hips began to thrust himself in and out of your tight cavern, gradually picking up his pace until he was pistoning in and out of you without mercy. You spluttered and gagged, your eyes squeezing shut as you focused on breathing through your nose when you could as his balls pummeled relentlessly into your nose, making sure to smother you with his heavy orbs each time.

“Hngh, shit, Y/N!” Rin swore, his eyes torn between fixating on the sinful bounce of your large breasts from his unrelenting thrusts or the way his girth bulged your throat every time he bottomed out inside of you. “Taking this dick like it’s nothing, huh?” Rin hissed through clenched teeth as he grabbed both of your breasts in his palms and delivered merciless squeezes. “This is what sluts like you were made for, hm? Swallowing down cocks with no efforts, draining them of every last drop?” He paused, tossing his head back to groan as his balls churned beneath him. He had been pent up for so long that he knew he wouldn’t last any longer. “Never content with just one man’s dick inside of you, always craving more . . Fuck~!"

As 'effortlessly' as he described you accepting his length and brutish treatment, you still needed to breathe, which was proving to be an impossible task as his thrusts became more animalistic and sloppy. The harsh sounds of his tip bullying the end of your throat resonated off of the room, the wet “glrk, glrk, glrks” filling your ears and making your cheeks burn at the vulgarity of it all. Your hands reached up to his muscular thighs, seeking purchase from his lethal thrusts, only to have both of your wrists seized in one large hand and pinned atop your breasts. His other hand went to your nose and tightly pinched it, effectively stopping your only source of life—breathing—and adding to his savagery. The distinct pleasure moans he once emitted had devolved into almost feral snarls and grunts, as if you were being ravaged by a beast rather than your typically stoic boyfriend.

“Take it, fuckin’ take it.” He spat as his hips stuttered. Then, without warning, he pressed himself against your face, the base of his cock hilting at your lips as his balls smushed flush against your nose, further deepening your struggle to breathe. You soon found yourself preoccupied with not choking as Rin's hot, steaming cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all down. That did not stop you from flailing beneath Rin, though, and he effortlessly wrangled you down and made you take rope after rope of his seed into your spasming throat.

You whined aloud, attempting to yell out to him that if he didn’t let up, you were about to pass out, but it was clear that he didn’t give a damn if you remained conscious or not. That is, until a few more agonizing seconds passed and black spots started to obscure your vision when Rin freed himself from your throat, his semi-hard shaft hanging over your face with strings of your saliva and his seed still clinging to his length.

You gasped for air, greedily gulping down sweet, sweet breaths of pure oxygen, and your lungs were more than thankful for the reprieve. Despite your blood pumping furiously in your ears, you could still make out the sound of a chuckle from behind Rin, belonging to none other than Sae.

“Damn, Rinnie. I thought you were going to kill her.” He snickered, still lazily stroking at his dick, which twitched in his palm when your eyes met yet again.

But there was no use concentrating on him, because Rin retreated a few steps and blocked your view once more. Looking up at him with your thoroughly ruined visage, you nearly gasped at the untamed lust swimming within his eyes. It was the same expression he would have when his ego took over on the field—hungry and damn near starving.

“Not yet.”

You felt rough hands grabbing at your body again, tossing you about as though you were a ragdoll, until you found yourself in an all-too-familiar position on your hands and knees. Those same hands seized at your plump hips and snatched you back until your ankles hung off of the bed, forcing a squeal to rip from your lips. Your hips jumped as Rin's blunt cock tip touched your clit, and your toes curled as he gave you several sharp smacks of his cock to your cunt.

“R-Rinnie.” You whimpered, casting a sidelong glance at him, your mouth slightly open in defiance of his actions, pleading for a break, if only to catch your breath before he pummeled you until you couldn’t see straight. However, your voice was cut short when you felt his hands seize a handful of your hair and tug at your head until your back was hard against his chest.

“Sluts don’t talk, Y/N.” He spat against your cheek. “They moan, get their pussies used, their throats fucked, and only say, 'Yes, sir, give me more.’ Do you understand me?”

You nodded silently, knowing that trying to talk sense into his head when he was acting this way was a fruitless endeavor.

“Good girl.” His lips brushed against your cheek in a fleeting kiss. “I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth unless it’s begging me for me, understood?”

With the knowledge that answering out loud would be foolish, you nodded once more, suppressing a startled cry as he quickly brought you back down into his sheets, pressing your back into an almost painful arch with his hand planted firmly on your head. Rin seized his cock and sank it inch by inch into your tight cunt, evoking deep, guttural keens from you both without saying another word. He gave you a breathy, arousing laugh that curled your toes. He couldn’t believe that after all of this, your pretty pussy still proceeded to greedily suckle his cock as though it just couldn’t get enough.

He gave you no time to respond before he launched into his ferocious pace, pouring all of his anger, contempt, and hatred toward you into your abused hole in a way that left you feeling nothing but pure euphoria. Shouts and high-pitched cries of pleasure tore from your throat against your better judgment, partially muffled by the sheets he forced your head into. Your head was spinning, and your thoughts were focused only on how deliciously Rin pounded into you. His cock's mouth-watering curve made your thighs tremble and your knees weaken beneath you as he relentlessly pounded into your sweet spot. Observing your shaking limbs, Rin steadied your hips with both of his hands, using his improved grip to thrust more deliberately into your cunt, his thick girth bottoming out inside of you each time.

“Look a’that” Rin drawled breathlessly amidst the rhythmic clapping of his pelvis against your ass, the vulgar bouncing off of the walls. “My dick is so good you just can’t shut the fuck up, huh?”

“Ah, yes, yes, God, yes, Rin~!” You babbled, unable to stop the tears of ecstasy that squeezed from your pretty eyes.

“—But you love Nii-chan’s dick more than mine, right?”

Suddenly his ferocious pace turned into lackadaisical humps, ruining what immense pleasure had been building up within you and corrupting your mind with the need for more. You whined, one partially in desperation and the other in frustration. You moved your hips, trying to fuck yourself on Rin's cock, while craning your neck to get a better look at your boyfriend. Rin was no idiot, though. Having already sensed your intentions, his grip steeled on your hips, preventing you from moving further, much to your vexation.

“Ah, ah, Y/N.” Rin chided, the faintest hint of a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips with his eyes narrowed in amusement. He firmly pressed your ass against his hips, circling his length inside of you with agonizingly slow hip rotations that taunted you with just enough stimulation that it left you mewling for more. “Answer me first, you needy bitch.” A gleam of sadism twinkled in his eye, making your heart lurch in his chest at how closely he resembled his brother.

“N-No, God, Rin.” You whispered breathlessly, shaking your head in an attempt to think clearly amidst your cockdrunk haze. However, each subtle rotation of his hips against your ass stirred your thoughts in a way that only muddied them further. “I love your cock more, I-I swear—”

“—So you’re a cheater, a whore, and a dirty little liar, Y/N?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, pushing yourself up from the mattress to now see Sae standing in front of you, glowering down at you with the same, if not more, sadistic gleam in his eye. Not daring to break your gaze from his own, you watched through your peripheral vision as his fists pumped his hard shaft only mere inches away from your face.

“Here I was, thinking you had more shame than this.” Sae huffed, clicking his tongue as his thumb stroked over your swollen bottom lip. “Yet here you are, so desperate for yet another cock in your drooling fuckhole that you’d do anything—even lie—just to relive the feeling of having what’s left of your pretty lil’ brains fucked out, right?”

“I—I . . .”

Resonably, you were at a loss for words, but there was no need to worry as Rin spoke up for you, “And you can’t even answer him? Pathetic. I bet if we let all of those lukewarm fuckfaces from Blue Lock run a train on you, you’d love every second of it, huh, princess?” He further accentuated his point with a hard, trained thrust deep into your womb. You swear he even grazed your cervix.

“No, no! I-I only want you, Rin. I only want you, I love you!”

You squeezed your eyes shut, and, although you were oblivious to it, the brothers shared a look with one another. Their silence was deafening, and even Rin’s hips had stilled within you. However, before you were able to voice your confusion, you would feel sharp, phallic taps against your cheek. You didn’t even have to open your eyes to know what it was.

“Good girl.” Sae cooed condescendingly as though he were talking to a mutt worthy of praise.

“Probably the most truthful statement you said all night,” Rin followed, albeit far quieter than his sibling as his thrusts once again resumed, drawing tantalizing moans from your lips. “Then tell me after this, which one of us fucks you better, yeah? And don’t you dare.” He paused, using his large hand to rain down a set of smacks on both of your pillowy ass cheeks forcing a cry to rip from your lips. “Dream of lying to me.”

You nodded as best you could against the force of Sae pressing his cock against your face, using his thumb to hold his length taut as he literally fucked your face with it. Immediately, Rin’s brutal pace resumed again. Using his newly acquired leverage and his bruising grip on your hips, he pressed his foot against the mattress next to your knee and proceeded to fuck himself deeper into you. It felt like he was trying to pry you open with each thrust. Had it not been for Sae taking the opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth the moment you opened it to muffle your cry of ecstasy, you were certain that the neighbors would’ve thought you were being murdered.

In a way, though, it was almost like you were.

It was like you were being sandwiched between two killers, only instead of making you feel agony, they were both hellbent on delivering the most utmost pleasure to you—Rin rearranging your guts from behind and Sae feeding you inch after inch of his thick cock, neither one of them stopping until they were satisfied with having your belly pumped full of their cum.

My, the Itoshi brothers were truly the devil, weren’t they?

“Hngh, fuck. F-Fuck!” Rin snarled from behind you, his once quiet moans now morphing into beastly grunts and animalistic growls. You were certain that the blunt tips of his nails were now slicing into you from his strength, one of his hands dragging down your lower back to leave reddened marks in their wake until they marked your rippling ass, which was soon pelted with a few more furious swats.

“Stupid cumslut, grippin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” His voice grew raspy as his head tossed back in euphoria, carnal pants and heaves ripping from his throat so frequently that it almost did feel like you were being ravaged by a beast.

It was to the point where Sae's cock was slipping out of your mouth in favor of his palms holding your cheeks, and turning your head to look over your shoulder at your lover. Though still as eager for his release as Rin was, he continued to thrust his cock lazily against your face and pillowy brims.

“My god, princess. Look at what you’re turning him into.”

It was a sight to behold—one that you had only witnessed for yourself once before at the Blue Lock vs. U-20 game. Rin’s brows were raised, and his teal oculars were wide, swirling with untamable lust and desire as though he were being consumed by it. His lips were parted, his jaw dropped partially as his tongue dangled out of his mouth, and globs of crystalline drool pooled over his pink muscle, oozing down his chin and onto your abused cheeks below. He wasn’t looking at you. (You don’t know if you would be able to handle it if he did.) Instead, his gaze engrossed itself in the way your ass plapped against his pelvis, the sticky lines of your juices, and his drool connecting the two of you in a way that was beyond intimate. He was intoxicated, thoroughly pussy-drunk as the only thought in his mind was, ‘Get pregnant, get pregnant, get Y/N fucking pregnant.’

The sight alone was so arousing that you couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched around his cock, strangling it further to the point where a near feral snarl ripped through his now clenched teeth, bared at you in ferocity.

“Don’t fucking do that, fucking bitch.” He snapped, delivering another smack to your ass as his gaze finally raised to meet your own, promising lethality.

“M’sorry! I-I’m sorry, Rinnie!” You wailed against Sae’s cock as Rin’s hips slammed into you with such malice that you felt your legs going numb from the overwhelming pleasure.

“No th’fuck you’re not.” He slurred, just as drunk on the stimulation as you were. “This is what the fuck you’ve wanted this entire time, isn’t it? Wanted me to fuck you up? Make you scream from my ngh! From my cock ruining your pretty little pussy, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes! God, yes, yes, Rin, please fuck me up more!”

“Yeah? Y’want me to put a pretty baby in you? Want me to make you a mommy, Y/N? Make that gorgeous tummy swollen with my kids, yeah?”

“Y-Yes, please! Please, please, make me a mommy! M-make me yours!”

“Silly, girl.” He snarled, delivering another quick swat to your ruined ass. “You were always mine.”

The idea of filling you to the brim with his seed and claiming you in a way that no man could ever claim—as the mother of his children—caused his erratic pace to falter and grow sloppier by the minute.

“Mine.” He growled. “Mine, mine, all fucking mine!”

Then, almost in perfect unison—pristine synchronization—you came together. Hips smothered firmly against your ass, he pumped rope after rope of his hot, thick cum inside of you, aiming deep into your womb with every intention of impregnating you. While you, on the otherhand, were unable to hold yourself up any longer, collapsing on the mattress as your orgasm washed over you. A barrage of your sweet juices fired over Rin’s cock, pelvis, thighs, and the poor sheets beneath you. Before you had any time to regain your bearings, you felt another tap on your cheek of the same phallic length from earlier.

“You forgot about me, pretty? C’mon, open that mouth for me one more time, yeah?”

Exhausted, you did as he asked without resistance, allowing your jaw to fall slack just enough for Sae to slip his cock into it. In a few pumps with his fist, the midfilder gladly fed you thick ropes of his seed, painting your mouth with his sticky release, which you wearily sucked down.

Then, unceremoniously, the two brothers collapsed beside you atop the ruined sheets.

The three of you lay there, completely depleted of all that you possessed. You were unquestionably the worst of the three, with deep teeth marks, scratches from blunt nails, bruises from fingerprints, and splotches of darkening hickies all over your body. Had anyone known any better, you appeared as though you had been mauled by savages—those very same savages who lay exhausted beside you.

After several much needed beats of deep silence, you felt the stirring of both of them pushing themselves up from the bed, and hands that were once so rough and unforgiving on your body were now handling you with the utmost care as though you were a porcelain doll made of the finest glass. As you walked the thin line bordering consciousness and unconsciousness, you felt warm, moist towels caressing your thighs, chest, and forehead, ridding you of any filth that tainted your once-supple skin. The sheets that had become beyond soiled from all of your fluids were gently lifted from beneath you and replaced with warm ones that had just come out of the dryer that had been running before Sae arrived. Just as you were about to fall asleep, your body was manipulated once more, this time into another equally warm one, causing your heavy lids to flutter open to focus on none other than your boyfriend—Rin's teal oculars.

“You still with me?” He inquired, his previously harsh tone softening to gentle and tender, as if speaking any louder would shatter your fragility.

You nodded weakly, seeking solace in his warmth and soft body, snuggling your petite frame into his. Rin quietly returned the favor, running his fingers through your hair and giving you occasional massages in the spots where he and Sae got too rough with you.

Speaking of, you heard Rin's door open and saw Sae standing in front of you, adorning a pair of black designer boxers.

“Here.” The midfeilder said plainly, passing a miniature carton of strawberry milk your way with a straw poked through the center.

Clearly in no position to receive such generosity, Rin accepted it for you, gently maneuvering you into a position where you could comfortably sip the much needed liquid into your dehydrated body. As you did so, Rin’s head rested atop your own, but not before he placed a tender, sweet kiss on your forehead full of love, unlike the one from earlier that was meant to lure you into a false sense of security. This is exactly what you needed after such arduous affairs, being held in your lover’s strong arms while enjoying the best strawberry milk you’ve ever had.

What should’ve been a cute moment was interrupted by Sae, who, with a look of disgust on his features, stated, “You two are disgusting.”

“Fuck you too, Nii-chan.” Rin shot over his shoulder, not missing the way Sae gave him the finger on his way out as he slammed his room door shut, leaving you and Rin in what should have been a comfortable silence.

But it was hampered by the sense of ambiguity that pervaded your relationship. The weight of past transgressions and tribulations weighed upon you both so heavily that it was nearly suffocating, threatening to take you both alive if it wasn’t for—

“I’m sorry.” The two of you stated in unison before, rather comically, whipping your heads to stare at one another, bewildered.

“Y/N.” Rin sighed heavily, shaking his head in denial. “You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. I should be. I made it seem like everything was all your fault when it was really Sae and I’s.” Another sigh drew from his lips as the realization dawned on him of the agreement he had made with his older brother to allow them to share you, one, without your prior consent, and two, without your knowledge. Not to mention, pinning the entire thing on you as though you were the infidelious one here.

“Y-Y/N.” His voice quivered. His gaze, too ashamed to look at you any further, drew to the ceiling. In the bright lights of his room, you watched as his eyes glazed over, tears that he refused to let fall clearly stinging at his irises. His face was etched with anguish; the weight of his actions had hit him like a sledgehammer, and his distress was palpable. “I-I’m sorry.” He whispered, daring himself to glance in your direction.

“Rinnie.” You uttered softly, biting back a wince as your sore arm rose to gently cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb swiping at his waterline to catch a straying tear. He wasn’t too good with words of sincerity, and you knew that—you wouldn’t press him for more. “I forgive you, so please don’t cry.” As you leaned in to give him a soft peck on the jaw, you noticed that you also felt the familiar sting of tears pricking your eyes. “You’re going to make me cry too, baby.”

Both of you were unable to control the gentle and quiet laughter that jostled your beings. And there it was—the moment of reprieve where the pressure of the unknown was lifted, replaced by a profound sense of reconciliation and renewal. Your eyes met with an intensity that conveyed unspoken apologies, forgiveness, and the promise of a fresh beginning. You two felt more intimate and connected to one another at that precise moment than you had ever experienced.

After you had finally finished the last of your drink, Rin took the empty carton from you and set it on his nightstand. You then proceed to curl into his chest, to which he ensared you in his grasp, entwining your limbs in his. With your head nestled against his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart soothed you and eased your mind or any lingering parasites. That is when you sensed it: the tranquil siren's song of sleep drawing you deeper and deeper into its pacifying depths.

However, before you could finally embrace slumber’s sweet call, Rin’s soft voice called out to you once more.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“. . . I love you too, Rinnie.”

#blue lock #blue lock smut #bllk smut #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock hcs #rin itoshi smut #sae itoshi smut #vampiiebitez #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x reader

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muffinlance · 1 year

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I was wondering... Is there a Salvage headcanon where they did break Zuko's leg? If no one (including you ofc) ever did it, you can treat it as a prompt!!

So many angsty possibilities, and as much as I love and adore the original plot.... man, I'm so curious what would happen.

So what I’m hearing is that you like pain. Who am I to deny you?

(You can also read this on AO3.)

* * *

“Chief?” Aake repeated, kneeling over the still struggling boy. Pinning him down.

The prince wasn’t even fully lucid, and this was already his second escape attempt. He’d tried to firebend at Hakoda’s crew, with only his own fever to stop him. He was a child, by any reasonable standards; but a soldier, by his own nation’s, with the training to match. He was only going to get more dangerous. If the Fire Nation wanted to set the terms of this war, then be it on Ozai’s head.

“One,” Hakoda said. One leg had to be enough, to keep the young soldier down.

* * *

When Zuko’s fever broke, he had a black bruise around his wrist the size of a grown man’s hand, and a broken leg the storm hadn’t given him.

He had to get off this ship.

* * *

The prince knocked out two of Hakoda’s men. Sent another three to Healer Kustaa, with firebending that had thankfully been more concussive than blistering. Oh, and he’d managed to shove one of their tenders overboard. So now they were having to turn around to search for that, in the dark.

He’d half-way gotten himself overboard, too. It was anyone’s guess whether he’d have landed close enough to that boat to make it, with the weight of his cast dragging him down.

A moot point, as he struggled in Aake’s grip.

“I did say legs,” the man joked, humorlessly.

Hakoda tried to meet the prince’s eyes, but the soldier was too intent on battering himself against Aake’s hold. He met his crewman’s eyes, instead. Nodded.

Aake sighed. “Right. This is happening, kid. Hold still this time if you want it to be clean.”

The prince, eerily, did hold still. He didn’t scream. He hadn’t last time, either.

* * *

(Father hadn’t stopped burning him until he’d stopped screaming.)

* * *

“It’s coca-poppy, Prince Zuko,” Healer Kustaa said, from behind a re-locked door. “It will help with the pain.”

“I know what it is,” the prince shouted. “I don’t want it.”

Across the passageway, behind the door of his own cabin, Hakoda composed another ransom letter. This one ended up crumpled on his floor, too.

How did you tell a father that you’d broken both his boy’s legs? Things would be easier if—

Well. They still had that interrogation to get through, before he saw whether there’d be an if.

* * *

“She was alive when I last saw her. Your son, too. Sir.”

“...With the Avatar,” Hakoda repeated.

“Yes,” the prince said, staring up at the sickbay ceiling. “...Sir.”

Hakoda rubbed his temples. “I’ll be confirming your story. Until then: ship rules. You already know the price of escape. You have two more limbs, Prince Zuko; take more care with them. Firebend at my men again, or damage my ship, and your chances are done. You’re going to stay in here and obey every order our healer gives you, or I’ll be back in for another talk. Am I clear?”

“Yes. Sir.”

Sweat was beading on the prince’s forehead. His hands kept clenching and unclenching around his blankets. Let him be in pain, if he wanted; Kustaa had already offered him an out.

* * *

The doctor on Zuko’s ship had started him on coca-poppy before he’d known he was on a ship. Before he remembered what had happened, before his vision was clear enough to read the banishment notice for himself. Uncle had fussed over every little sound he made, and made sure Zuko drank every dose.

It took him a year and a half to get back off it.

* * *

Kustaa had prescribed at least an hour on deck each day. Firebenders and sunlight, or something. The prince sullenly allowed himself to be carried by a crewman and propped up out of the way.

Panuk watched him watching the waves. He went below deck, and came back with a plate. Set it on the deck between them, and sat himself down next to it.

“Drowning is not a pretty way to go,” he said conversationally, between bites of smoked fish the prince was pointedly not sharing.

“Is being murdered by savages any better?” the prince snapped, finally looking away from the water.

Panuk chewed. Swallowed. Used his foot to nudge the plate against the prince’s leg. Above the break, obviously.

“Are you going to eat?”

The prince looked… really confused. He looked down at the plate, then back up at Panuk, then around them, like he was looking for a net about to fall.

Which explained why he’d snubbed Toklo yesterday, when their youngest crewman had tried to have lunch with him.

“It’s common to share meals in the Southern Tribes,” Panuk said. “If someone sets a plate down next to you, it’s probably for sharing.”

“...Oh,” said the prince. He picked up a piece. Ate it, slowly, while sneaking glances over at Panuk. Ate the second a lot faster.

“We’d make it quick,” Panuk said. “If your dad doesn’t meet Hakoda’s demands, or if you screw up again. Quicker than the ocean would, at least.”

“...I don’t want the Leg Breaker to do it. Or the Chief.”

“I could volunteer. If it comes to it.”

“...Okay,” the prince said, and ate a third fish. And a fourth.

“How old are you, anyway?” Panuk asked, eyebrow raised.

Prince Zuko, fearsome prisoner of the Akhlut, was sixteen years old.

* * *

Prince Zuko, sixteen-year-old prisoner of the Akhlut, was bored.

“What?” he snapped at the healer, who’d stopped to give him that disappointed stare.

“How did you even reach that?” the man asked.

Zuko hunched over his borrowed book, and didn’t answer.

“Ask next time. I’ll help you get them down.”

Then the man went back to doing whatever it was he did in here, with all his powders and ointments. Maybe Zuko would understand, if he read far enough.

“Ask if you have questions, too,” Not-Uncle said.

…So Zuko did.

* * *

General Fong wanted the kid. General Fong wanted a lot of things he couldn’t have.

We have secured his cooperation, Hakoda wrote back. While I thank you for your offer, we do not anticipate the need for army assistance during the negotiation process—

* * *

Hakoda tried not to go into the healer’s cabin without cause. It was unpleasant, the way the boy spooked every time a crewman stepped in. The way he watched them with those wolf-hawk eyes, coiled like a pit-viper-leopard ready to spring, broken legs or no. But the door was open, and…

“Just pet him. Come on, one itty-bitty little ruffle-wuffle…” Toklo cajoled, pushing a growling isopuppy towards the prince’s face.

“No. He’s going to maul me,” the prince snapped, holding one of Kustaa’s medical texts between them like a shield.

“That was not a mauling,” said Panuk. “That was barely one itty-bitty little blood-draw. Just shove the seal jerky between his teeth when he lunges, then pet him. We’ll train him that you mean food—”

“How is that going to help with the biting?” the prince demanded.

Hakoda backed away before he could be seen.

…Apparently there were exceptions, in who the prince himself wouldn’t maul.

* * *

Apparently Hakoda’s dog was now one of those exceptions.

Fire Nation sympathizer.

* * *

Bato came back.

“So,” his second-in-command said. “Fire Prince in the sickbay, huh?”

Hakoda groaned into his hands.

* * *

“Did you name the dog?” the prince asked Bato. The kid was sitting up in his bed, propped up on pillows, draped in at least three layers of furs and an oversized coat. Which explained where Kustaa’s had gone. He was, inexplicably, holding one of Kustaa’s medicine jars between his hands.

“Interrogating the prisoner already, nephew?” Kustaa asked, setting out the last of his supplies. Then he reached for the bandages. Bato braced himself.

“Did you?” the kid said. And then, after a delay: “You are not my uncle.”

“At least wait for the torture to get started,” Bato said, through gritted teeth, as Kustaa tugged the edge of his bandage loose in what was probably the gentlest way but felt anything but.

He couldn’t have said if the prince kept pressing the matter, after that. Not until Kustaa was spreading on that miracle salve of his. In its tiny jar. Its tiny, near-empty jar.

“...Are we out of that stuff?” Bato asked, with some trepidation.

“We’re making more,” Kustaa said.

…The jar between the kid’s hands was steaming now. And he was still scowling.

“He volunteered,” the healer added, cleaning up.

Huh.

“I was making fun of Hakoda,” Bato said. “Not his son. Sokka’s a good kid.”

“So name the dog Hakoda,” the Fire Prince said, with a scowling seriousness that made the joke even better.

* * *

“Good boy, Hakoda. Who’s our Chief Woofer? Is it you? Is it you? Yes it is!”

“I hate you,” Hakoda said. “Go back to the nuns.”

The pupper thumped his tail against the deck, and barked for more jerky. Who was Bato to deny his chief?

* * *

“Wait,” Bato said, stretching his burned arm out slowly, and staring at the newest medicine pot the kid was heating. “Didn’t Hakoda order you not to bend?”

He’d never seen golden eyes that wide, or a pot boil over that fast.

* * *

“So,” Bato said, leaning against Hakoda’s doorway. “You ordered the kid not to firebend, but you also ordered him to follow Kustaa’s orders. Guess what Kustaa’s had him doing?”

“He what,” Hakoda said, standing. He marched across the hall, to where his healer was rubbing some kind of salve on their prisoner’s hands. “You have him firebending?”

Somehow, the kid’s eyes got even wider.

* * *

So. It turned out the prince needed to meditate. Badly.

* * *

The Fire Lord’s first reply arrived. Hakoda took in some meditative breaths of his own, then made sure the isopuppy followed him across to the healer’s cabin.

“Prince Zuko,” he said. Levelly. Reasonably. After his dog had jumped up into the kid’s arms. “Can you tell me why your father thinks the letter you sent him was a forgery?”

“It wasn’t,” the prince said, like that was the issue.

Hakoda pinched the bridge of his nose.

* * *

They needed proof of life. Proof they had the kid at all.

The Fire Lord’s son got a haircut.

Hakoda would have had Aake do it, but Panuk volunteered. Their second-youngest crewman and the prince had a brief stare off, before the prince lowered his head for the knife. Panuk did it in one slice; handed it off to Hakoda, without looking at him. Then he sat down behind the kid, and tidied up the cut. The prince had already been growing stubble over the rest of his scalp; it was just a matter of evening it out.

Hakoda sent the long phoenix plume with his next reply.

* * *

The Fire Lord responded with fingers.

* * *

The kid saved Kustaa’s life. Had the burns to show for it, too.

* * *

He still expected Hakoda to take his.

Maybe in some other life, Hakoda would have known how to reassure him. In this one, he stepped out of his cabin, and sent in his dog and Kustaa.

* * *

It was… unpleasant, having someone on his ship that was afraid of him. Someone who wasn’t an enemy.

The kid could walk around now, some, with the crutches their ship’s carpenter had made for him. His burns were healing well; Bato had inducted him into the Burned Arm Club, which had an elite membership of two. No, the prince insisted, the time Toklo had accidentally burned himself on a ship’s lamp didn’t count. This, despite his own protests over the club’s very existence.

He’d started yelling at the crewmen who—quote—wasted medical supplies by doing the same stupid things to themselves again—end quote.

He didn’t even avoid Aake, though the Leg Breaker name had stuck, and spread amongst the crew.

“I understand the chain of command,” the kid said, stiffly, when Hakoda had asked.

It had been Aake’s suggestion. But it had been Hakoda’s orders.

Hakoda watched the kid brought to tears over sea prunes. To laughter, when Bato figured out he was ticklish. The kid started warming up the crew’s breakfast in the mornings, because he was up anyway, and because he could.

He… wasn’t a bad kid. But he’d never be one of Hakoda’s.

* * *

General How sent a letter. It was significantly more diplomatic than the latest from Fong.

—a child of such value in an active warzone. Likewise, the prince should be continuing his tutelage in matters of state and such subjects as befit his station and future, and to build in him an appreciation for the support a joint backing by our nations could provide. You would be welcome to send with him a delegation representing Southern Water Tribe interests—

* * *

“You’re selling me to the Earth Kingdom,” the prince said, sitting across from Hakoda at the desk.

“I’m…” There would be no money exchanged in the transaction. But that didn’t change its nature. “...It’s the best circumstances I can provide for you, Prince Zuko.”

“It’s just Zuko,” the prince said. “I’m banished. And dead. Remember? Sir.”

Hakoda sighed. “Pack your things, Zuko.”

The prince looked at him a moment more, then left. It wasn’t until later that Hakoda realized the boy didn’t have anything to pack. He’d come to him with the clothes on his back, and that was how he’d leave.

* * *

The Water Tribe delegation consisted of Toklo and Panuk. Kustaa was needed on the ship.

“Look, they sent a carriage,” Toklo said, leaning over the rail. The General’s men were already waiting for them on the docks.

“Fancy,” Panuk said.

None of them mentioned the prince’s continued need for crutches, nor the impossibility of him making the trip by ostrich-horse. Hakoda was glad the general had sent a carriage, rather than a wagon. It was a relatively auspicious start.

The boy himself was sitting on a barrel, his crutches propped beside him. The isopup leaned against his legs, three hind pereopods drumming against the deck as he enjoyed a good ear scratching. It was impossible to explain to him that this was the last he’d get from firebender-warm hands. Or that when he scratched at the healer’s cabin tonight, there’d only be an empty bed inside. The boy had slept with Hakoda’s dog more in the past months than Hakoda had during this entire voyage.

Hakoda cleared his throat. The boy didn’t startle, thankfully.

“What?” he asked, eyes on the soldiers waiting for him, as their crew tied up to the pier.

“You could… take him with you,” Hakoda said. “The dog. He’s more yours than mine, these days.”

The prince’s breathing hitched. His hand stopped scratching, which led to nuzzling and play-nibbles, before he resumed.

“I can’t,” he said. “I don’t know if they’ll hurt him.”

Hakoda didn’t make any other offers.

His crew secured the boarding ramp.

“It’s your last chance,” Panuk said, giving the boy a nudge. “Go.”

And then the prince was hugging their healer, and if he was crying, that was between him and the man’s shirt. The kid was still wearing Kustaa’s oversized coat.

“You’re still not my uncle,” he said, into the man’s shoulder.

“You don’t get to choose your uncles, brat,” Kustaa said, hugging his nephew back.

* * *

The isopuppy prowled the ship all night, searching.

* * *

After the war—after the coalition of nations, after that uneasy alliance with the Dragon of the West and the sharp-toothed smiles he had specifically for Hakoda, after the peace talks and the compromises—

After.

The new Fire Lord had a council with all nations represented. Hakoda sent Bato, and Sokka. Panuk was already there. Toklo had gone home, to a sister that didn’t remember him, but was still young enough to accept him back within the week.

Katara left for the Fire Nation, too, when news reached them of the Avatar finally being found. She joined the other Southern healer in residence in managing his care. If Kustaa resented a teenager whose qualifications consisted of “magic water” stepping into his domain, Hakoda never heard of it. And he did still hear from the man, in the occasional letter home.

The Avatar, one letter read, was extremely pleased to have graduated to a cane matching his nephew’s. His nephew was less enthused.

* * *

Chief Hakoda of the Southern Water Tribe was not invited to the coronation of Fire Lord Zuko.

#Royal Physician Kustaa: *exists*#Fire Lord Zuko: I NEVER HIRED YOU #Royal Physician Kustaa: Iroh did #us uncles have to stick together #Ten Years Later: a very good dog surfaces in Caldera Harbor #capsizing multiple pleasure yachts with his tail wags #deafening the city with his barks #Zuko rushing to a palace window: CHIEF HAKODA <3<3<3 #Iroh and Kustaa: Well that’s the first time he’s been so happy to say THAT name #Salvage #Break-a-Leg Salvage #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #ficlet #Zuko #Hakoda

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months

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Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 12/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Twelve: Middle Child

Tim came with me to get my cast off as promised. I felt queasy like I did all the other times, but I leaned forward and covered my face until the feeling passed. I traded my crutches for a cane, and Tim sat beside me as I gently attempted to stretch my leg. “Woohoo! Last one, Jason!” the doctor cheered. I cracked a smile. I liked her. She’d removed every cast I had from the accident. At first, it was because I thought she was pretty, but I grew to like her demeanor. She had a kid —a toddler— and it sometimes bled into her work. She sometimes baby-talked at me, but I didn’t mind.

“How many casts have you had removed?” Tim questioned.

“The long-arm one, the hip spica, and now this one,” Jason replied, “She’s removed all three. The hip spica twice, though… The bones in this leg wouldn’t heal together, so I had to get surgery which meant I was in this cast for another period. So I guess she removed all five.”

“That hip spica was a yucky one, huh?” the doctor replied.

“Yeah,” I replied. My body had been through hell, but it was healing. Maybe I’d never be the same, but at least I could train again.

“You can go as soon as you stop feeling yucky, okay?” the doctor whispered. I nodded. She left me alone with Tim, so she could grab a treat from her office.

“Jason, are you okay?” Tim questioned.

“Yeah… I’ll feel better in a second,” I replied.

“Does the idea of him returning to finish the job freak you out?” Tim questioned. I never thought about it. I thought about all sorts of things in the hospital, but the clown rarely ever crossed my mind. I wasn’t scared of him. He played a dirty trick and caught me off guard, but he wasn’t the threat everyone imagined he was. The clown was unpredictable, and that’s what frightened people. But I knew better. He had a sick obsession with Batman and was in eternal competition with Robin, but he hated me the most. He hated me because I had a bond with Batman. Batman was different when he was with me. Dick told me that all the time.

“I’m not scared of him. I might be traumatized by what happened, but it could’ve been anybody… Tim, all that Party City freak did was use my birth mom to lure me in and catch me off guard. I hate him for what he did, but it could’ve been anybody,” I answered.

“Is he part of your-?”

I looked up at Tim and shook my head. “I hadn’t thought of him until you asked… And I have no intention of getting revenge. I want to do something on such a large scale that Bruce has no choice but to look at me. I want Bruce to tell me he was wrong,” I answered honestly.

Tim patted me on the back. “I trust you, Jason… And I’ll be there to back you up with whatever you choose to do,” Tim replied.

“Tim, why do you believe in me?” I questioned.

The doctor returned with stickers. I picked one to humor her, and Tim got one for being a good buddy. We met Mr. Drake in the lobby, and he took us for ice cream. I know it wasn’t something Tim’s dad was accustomed to doing, but I had a great time. Janet met with us at the ice cream parlor. For a moment, I felt like we were a family. Bruce was supposed to be like that with me. He was supposed to be my dad, spend time with me, understand me, and-. I missed that more than anything.

Tim enjoyed his parents, and he needed that. "And then, Jason starts quoting the book from memory like it's nothing," Tim half-exclaimed.

It snapped me out of the momentary sadness I felt. "Yeah, but that's not half as cool as when Tim showed me how to develop pictures in a real red room. He's kind of a genius," I smiled. Then my phone rang… And it shattered the moment into a million pieces.

“Sorry, one second. It’s my older brother,” I mumbled as I stepped away to answer his call.

“Dick-.”

“Are you having ice cream with another family on a school day?” Dick questioned. I took my glasses out of my shirt pocket and scowled at him. “Don’t be like that… I’m checking in on you. I heard you got your cast removed.”

“Did Bruce ask you to follow me?” I asked.

Dick shook his head as he crossed the street. “No… But he did say you were mad at him. Can I borrow you for a little while?” Dick asked. I wanted to be cruel, but he caught me in a great mood. I grabbed my cane and met him a quarter of the way.

Dick was cautious once we stood close to each other, not wanting to be the first to start an argument. “Did you throw up this time?” Dick asked.

“Funny,” I rolled my eyes, “And to think I was gonna tell you how much I missed you.” Dick hooked an arm around my neck, nearly knocking me off balance.

“What’s it gonna take to get you home?” Dick asked.

“For Bruce to be normal,” I replied.

“What was your problem with Bruce?” Dick questioned.

“Not a good time… But I’ll tell you when my friend’s parents leave town for work, I promise. Oh, by the way, he’s a big fan, so you’re invited to have ice cream with us, as much as I hate the notion of you meeting my best friend,” I replied.

Dick followed me to the table, and I reluctantly introduced him. “This is my older brother, Dick Grayson. You might recognize him from-.”

“Haley’s Circus,” Tim interrupted. He was practically foaming at the mouth. I hate to say it, but I was jealous.

I swallowed my pride and ate my ice cream because there was no point in me being a spoiled brat about sharing my new brother with my old one… And it was worth the goofy smile on Tim’s face. It felt good to see him smiling. I felt how older brothers felt when they gave the perfect gift. It was nice being able to do something for Tim again. Besides, he’d always be my brother first.

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slippinmickeys · 3 months

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Three Part Harmony (23/25)

“What makes you so sure they’ll be able to find us, Mulder?” Scully asked him.

Mulder sighed. “Unless he knew you could Jedi Mind-Trick half the troopers in the state, I think the minute we drove away, Bryson cast a net over a fifty mile radius and started tightening the noose. Mathematically, I think it’s only a matter of time. That and I think he’s probably pretty motivated. Now more so than ever.”

At that Scully looked away for a moment. “I can’t Jedi Mind-Trick anybody,” she said quietly.

“Have you tried?” Mulder asked, which earned him A Look.

“So what are you thinking?” Rhonda interrupted, turning everyone’s focus to where it needed to be. “Booby traps all over the camp with Scully and William in the middle?”

“Something like that, I guess,” Mulder said.

Rhonda wandered back to the table where Mulder and Scully still sat and lowered herself down across from them. “What do we have at our disposal?” she asked.

“Three guns, a fair amount of ammunition for only one of them, several syringes of ketamine, and our wits,” Scully said plainly. “And also…” she pointed to William, who chose that moment to blow an impressively wet raspberry.

“Not the most confidence-inspiring display I’ve seen from a secret weapon,” Mulder said, smiling.

“Ketamine?” Rhonda asked.

“Long story,” Mulder answered.

“Do you think this place is defensible? Is there somewhere that might be better?” Scully asked.

Mulder looked out the big bay windows at the front of the lodge to the lake that was turning gray in the last rays of the day’s light. The sun had already set over the mountains behind them.

“It’s as good a place as any, I would think,” Mulder said. “Are there any houses or anything across the lake, Rhonda? Any people that might report seeing activity here?”

Rhonda shook her head. “The camp owns the whole thing. Nothing out there but ducks.”

“Then I say first thing tomorrow we take a little tour of the camp and start sharpening Punji sticks,” he said.

XxX

The next morning came in slowly, the light dull and flat. Mulder had William on his hip, standing in front of the lake looking out at the rippling water. The dome of the sky above them was oppressive and low, and the forest was restless, the tops of the trees waving in an uneasy sway.

He had been trying to connect with his son since he’d woken that morning with the small boy’s hands resting on his chest, eyes intently watching him, but it was difficult with Scully asleep, unable to facilitate their mental link. It felt like trying to tune a radio that was mostly static. He’d swept up the boy, changed his diaper, and had eased soundlessly out of the cabin, endeavoring to let Scully sleep as long as possible.

“Good morning!” he heard from behind him, and he turned to find Rhonda coming up the path toward them, looking rested and refreshed.

“Good morning,” he smiled at her, and set William down on the ground when he tipped himself excitedly toward the older woman with a happy babble.

Rhonda scooped him up with a joyful smile which she turned on Mulder.

“Sleep well?” she asked.

Mulder nodded. “Had to get up in the middle of the night to add wood to the fire, but otherwise…You?”

“Same,” she said, and inhaled deeply, turning to look at the lake with the mountains beyond it, low clouds cloaking the peaks.

“I was up early thinking,” she said, “about ways we might defend this place.”

Mulder was surprised by this. The woman was short and round, and even now had her blonde hair teased high, mascara applied thickly to her lashes. She did not look like the kind of woman who might spend her free time strategizing like Sun Tzu.

“Last night you mentioned Punji sticks,” she said. “And it got me thinking.” She gave a small sniff in the cold mountain air. “My uncle served in Vietnam,” she went on. “He was an older soldier, and wasn’t over there long. A National Guardsman. I remember the day he left.” She was quiet for a moment, shifting William on her hip. “He told me stories of things he’d seen in the jungle. The traps the VietCong set… He was never quite the same when he came back. But he taught me the things he’d learned over there, and he taught me to hunt.”

“So you’re saying you might be more of a secret weapon than William is?” Mulder nodded at his son.

Rhonda laughed. “I think we both know that’s impossible,” she said. “But I’m happy to share my ideas with you.”

“And I’d be more than happy to hear them.”

“After breakfast?” Rhonda said, turning to him.

“After breakfast,” Mulder said. Without another word, they started making their way up to the lodge, heading for the back door that led into the commercial-sized kitchen. Rhonda’s car was still parked nearby, frost thick on the windows. Though tucked partly under the low hanging branches of a pine tree, it was still somewhat conspicuous. If someone flew over, they might spot it.

Mulder paused as they approached the doorway.

“Hey,” he said, looking around and noticing a group of picnic tables not too far away that were covered in dark brown tarps secured with bungee cords. “I think we should probably cover your car so no one can spot it from the air. Want to help me take off one or two of these tarps so we can cover it up?”

Rhonda nodded and set William down, where he immediately pulled himself up onto the bench of one of the tables, scooting himself along it happily. They made quick work of removing one of the larger tarps, spreading it over the top of the Datsun. Rhonda was able to easily hook the cords to the front of the vehicle, but Mulder had a harder time finding something to secure his end to, and had to get down on the ground to look under the back. He had one of the Glocks tucked into the back of his pants and had to take it out, setting it on the ground near his feet.

“One sec,” he grunted, shimmying under the car on his back to get a better look at the undercarriage. He managed to get one eyehook around the tailpipe, and had found a spot for the second when he noticed something odd near the passenger side wheel well. A small red light shone dully through a buildup of dust and salt, and when he reached up to touch it, found that the light was connected to a device about the size of a fifty-cent piece. Alarmed, he gave the small gadget a tug and it came off in his hand, attached to the wheel well with a magnet.

He pushed out from under the car in a rush, knocking his shoulder into the fender roughly as he did so.

“Rhonda!”

She turned quickly to him, an anxious look on her face. “What is it?” she said.

“Do you recognize this?” he said, and held up the device as she approached. “This was attached to the back of your car,” he said, sweat breaking out on his forehead despite the cold temperatures.

“I-” she started, “I’ve never seen it before in my life. What is it?”

“It’s a bumper beeper,” he said, and then dropped the small device to the ground, stomping it into pieces under the heel of his boot.

“What does that mean?” she asked, her voice taking on a higher pitch.

“It means they know we’re here,” he said, and watched as her eyes went wide.

“How long do you think it’s been there?”

“Hard to say,” he said. “You were right to stay away.”

Small comfort , he thought. They were coming. Might even now be on their way.

Mulder swiped up the pistol from the ground, tucking it into his jeans, and marched over to scoop his son up into his arms. He walked him over to Rhonda, passing the boy to the older woman.

“Take him inside,” he said, all business. “Get him something to eat. I’m going to go wake Scully.”

Rhonda’s eyes were wide and frightened.

“Here,” Mulder said, pulling out the gun. “You hunted, right? You know how to use this?”

The woman gulped and nodded, and Mulder was glad to see that her first instinct was to turn it to check that the safety was on. She then pushed it into the back of her pants, out of reach of the baby she held in her other arm.

He reached out to put a comforting hand on her arm.

“We’ve gotten out of worse,” he assured her, and turned on his heel, sprinting over the rise toward the cabins.

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i can’t believe i only JUST saw that you write for jimmy darling😭

i was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader joins the troupe as a helper and falls in love with jimmy but he’s apprehensive of “normies” bc of his past interaction with maggie? whether or not he eventually gives her a chance is totally up to you!

i hope this wasn’t too specific <3

haven't watched freakshow in FOREVER so i tried my best with this one bestie. also, send in more negan requests like asap, i'm in need of them after watching new episodes.

I wonder if he hates me.

My eyes watch Jimmy as he steps from his trailer, his chest huffing up and down in deep breaths as he tries to take a deep breath of the fresh morning air but fails. He always seems so tense, so scared, whenever he's forced to interact with those outside of his comfortable group- including me.

I've been nothing but kind and patient with him, trying to make small talk whenever I can but he always just blushes bashfully and makes an excuse about needing to help something with whatever he can pull out of his ass.

"Hey, Darling!" I shout, taking myself by surprise at my own surge of confidence, my heart racing as Jimmy turns to look at me, his hand raising to shield his eyes from the sunlight.

"Hiya." He says simply, giving me a half smile as I approach him. "Need somethin'?" He asks, eyes quickly looking back and forth between my own until he casts his gaze towards the ground, shifting nervously on his feet.

"I just wanted to ask," I pause, shoving my hands in my pocket, "if I did something to offend or upset you." He looks taken back by my question, his brows furrowing briefly before taking an awkward look around.

"No, not at all-" He starts but I can barely contain my words.

"Okay, well it just really seemed like I did something because every time I try to talk to you-"

"Oh!" He cuts me off, a bashful smile taking over his handsome face, his cheeks blushing in a deep red. "I'm sorry." He mutters incredulously, taking a step towards me as he hands his head. "It wasn't my intention to hurt your feelins'." He whispers lowly, his eyes hiding a bit of embarrassment behind them.

"I just wanted to make sure I didn't offend you or anything." I repeat, looking up at him with a soft smile, realizing that he's nervous, he's not mad. He just seems awkward and excited to be talking to me now that I can see him up close.

"No, 'course not. I guess I just," he pauses shyly before leaning towards me. "I guess I have trust issues." My brows lift in subtle shock but there's nothing but sincerity behind his eyes, just boyish curiosity.

"Oh." I simple say, giving him a shrug as his face relaxes a bit. "Okay, that's okay." I offer, looking back and forth between his eyes, fighting the urge to reach out to him, to take his hands in mine but given his anxiety regarding just talking to me, I can imagine touching him would be overwhelming.

"Yeah?" He asks, eyes squinting in the sunlight and his hair blows gently in the wind, making him look as if he was painted in a painting- pure and kind, not touched by anything bad in this world even though he'd disagree.

"Yeah, of course." I grin, reaching forward to pat him simply on the shoulder before letting out a needed sigh of relief as he does the same. "Just wanted to make sure we're good."

"Yeah, we're great." He grins, his shoulders straightening and his stance switches to something resembling confidence, maybe comfort even.

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Ep 9: The descent

Hello! This is about up to Episode 9 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 9 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the ninth episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me. Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

Please thank @sailorsunspot and @moonlight-frittata for backing this odd way of doing a liveblog, and remember my tip jar is always open

Man, this is such an evocative part of the episode, and I almost feel unequal to the task of saying something about it.

I love that there is no real blame to be had for this. Misty had the mushrooms, of course, but it was never her intention to drug everyone in camp. She was absolutely going to drug coach Ben, so I guess there’s that, but it wasn’t her fault, and nor is it the fault of the cook, who had no idea that they were those kind of mushrooms, only thinking that it would be a delightful addition to the stew.

The reason for this is because the show doesn’t want us making this into an event with a wrong doer, it wants to use this to talk about the girls and the way the show is heading.

There’s a definite quasi-Roman bent to the whole thing here with Travis. Travis, the boy who has seen them in every aspect here. Seen them in their nakedness, in who they are when they are separated from society, and I think it’s not for nothing that we shift from this sort of sexual sharing of Travis, this erotic consumption, the way he becomes community property, to a very literal calling him the stag Diana and the hunt thing going on, where they pursue him like hunting hounds.

THIS is the whole reason it was so careful earlier to tell us that they were in fact still very much human because it needs us to know that this is coming out of something that already exists in the girls. Nothing has been lost here, just enhanced, and these girls are hungry and they are predators, and it is speaking to the wildness of women, that terrifying truth that so few people can live with.

The whole of Lottie’s “Something’s coming” thing is of course the wildness and how it moves to control and own and kill through the girls, but also, I would argue that it can’t bring out something that’s not in them. It would be easy to say. “Oh this was all because of the evil whatever in the woods” but I think this was always inside of them. THey are soccer players, and they hunt in packs, and I think this spoke a lot to that level of power in the group, maybe that’s even why this whatever in the woods thing that I certainly hope the show has plans for took them in the first place. Violence isn’t a part of doing shrooms, really. What it did was allowed them to see themselves as part of this wilderness, this forest, that cries out for blood.

Important social shift for this moment with Jackie being told she doens’t matter, the one-time leader of them, the domesticated one more than all of them, the one who cannot adapt to

The wild and so will be slain by it. And of course it’s Lottie who says this, and of course it’s Lottie who calls for Travis’ death, because Lottie is going to be their leader now, their spiritual guide, a girl who lost her light in the darkness and does not understand that she herself is no lighthouse but a bonfire.

But it was Shauna who was ready to make the cut. Shauna who was willing to kill, and maybe it’s always been her.

#Doc watches Yellowjackets #Yellowjackets S1 E9

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memento mori

Warnings: Sexism (I guess this counts? Felix has shitty thoughts and opinions), dub con, choking, murder, language, oral sex (female receiving), please remember and keep in mind that this is a dark fic. This chapter did go through a rewrite (or several) and one of the teasers I posted didn’t make the final cut. I’m sorry about that.

Ch.7: Mars

Demetri saunters up to me with a wicked grin plastered on his face, perfectly white teeth on full display. “I heard through the grape vine that your little darling has been cast out from The Society.”

My mood sours in an instant. “What?”

“She’s been stripped of rank and power according to this letter that arrived while you were in Canada.” He produces a thick manilla envelope from his jacket. “Aro says it’s standard protocol. A similar letter has been sent to various other powerful, important beings.”

I take the envelope before he can say more, ripping into it until my fingers come into contact with smooth paper. It’s handwritten. Signed by each member of the Camarilla, The Society’s governing body. I read it through once, twice, a third time. The verbiage is simple and to the point. Roseanna Swan is no longer under the protection of The Society.

But there’s something else in the letter.

Something Demetri was leaving out.

“They’ve filed a complaint against me for compromising her?”

Demetri nods. “So it seems.”

I fold the letter and put it in the breast pocket of my suit. “What does Aro have to say?”

“Clearly he doesn’t take it seriously if he never called you back from your mission with Santiago.” He gives me a sly look. “How is our sweet Swan?”

“Angry. It makes sense now.”

When I went to Canada I happened to make a convenient pit stop in Charleston. Finding Roseanna, and by extension The Society, was altogether too simple. After all, I had promised her our game wasn’t over, and I had every intention of making good on that. I still do. On my way back to Volterra I made the exact same pit stop and found my little poison ivy practically steaming from the ears with anger. She was stomping around her apartment, yelling at her neighbors when they told her to cut the noise. It was adorable. I wanted desperately to go to her, but I knew Aro was expecting me back in a timely manner.

“You’re wanted in the throne room,” Demetri says before I can get too deep into my thoughts.

I don’t want to face Aro. The idea leaves an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. He’ll see it all. See her. I don’t want him to. Roseanna is mine. Mine to fight with, to argue with, to kill if that’s what I decide I want to do with her. Neither of us are stupid enough to believe there’s love between us, but whatever it is, whatever we have between us, is for us and us alone. Aro has no business in it, but I have no options. I have to go when called upon.

Fleetingly, I wonder about Roseanna and her sudden freedom. What is she doing with it? Does she blame me for it? No, there’s not even a question about that. Of course she blames me. The better question is: how is she planning to kill me? I know her just as well as I know myself, and if someone took everything from me they wouldn’t make it to the next sunrise. Is she already on her way to Italy?

I glance at Demetri out of the corner of my eye as we walk to the throne room. “Can you sense her now?”

“Yes.”

“Where is she?”

He pauses. “Her tenor is… still faint. Perhaps because I only ever met her as an Agent and not as Roseanna, the human girl-”

“Woman,” I interrupt him. “There’s nothing girlish about her.”

“Certainly, my apologies. I never met the woman, only the Agent. I’ve been trying to keep an eye on her, but the flavor of her isn’t as strong as it should be.”

“But you have a general idea?”

“Yes. She’s in London.”

London. My body floods with excitement. “She’ll be here soon.”

Demetri tilts his head to the side. “You seem certain she’s coming for you.”

“Of course she is. She knows we’re destined to destroy each other. It’s thrilling, don’t you think?” I know he agrees with me. His own toy is locked away in their shared room. I’m not certain why he keeps her so closely guarded. It’s not as if he couldn’t track her if she ran.

“I think she’ll make a lovely snack for you and you’ll lose interest just like always.”

I shake my head. “This time is different.”

Demetri stops outside the throne room and takes a long look at me. “Let’s hope so.”

He flings the heavy wooden doors open and we step inside, shocked to see Aro is the only one of the kings present. He doesn’t often make decisions or pass judgement without his brothers as witnesses at the very least. It sets me on edge.

“Ah, Felix!” Aro walks up to me and takes my hand before a sound can even escape me, eyes growing distant and unfocused. “I see the mission went well.”

“Yes, sir.”

Aro hums noncommittally. We both know he isn’t the least bit interested in Canada and whatever did or didn’t take place there. It’s a strange sensation, feeling Aro flip through my memories as a human would flip through a magazine. I’ve never been able to grow accustomed to it. The invasive, almost predatory feeling is unnerving on a good day and horrifying on a bad day.

“Well, it certainly seems you’ve been busy, Felix,” Aro says as he releases my hand. “It’s a wonder The Society didn’t come for you themselves given what a… remarkable… relationship it seems you have with their best and brightest.”

“She isn’t theirs anymore.”

“No. She isn’t, is she?” Aro strolls back to his throne, taking a seat and sighing heavily. “So we must ask ourselves: what will become of her now? She knows too much. She’s seen too much. It seems curiosity is unable to kill a Swan.”

Dread washes over me. Roseanna will never consent to becoming one of us, but I know without a doubt that Aro will not allow her to live out her days peacefully as a human. No matter how I beg or plead.

Aro continues, “I’ve made many concessions for Carlisle over the years, but where do I stop? Where do I draw the line? I saved his sister, taking her in as my own, teaching her to control her gift. I allow Edward to come and go as he pleases in order to see his own sister. Even now… I’ve let them do with Bella as they so desired until my hand was forced. But this? I must do what needs to be done to protect our kind.”

I step forward. “Master, please, Roseanna is only after me. She cares about nothing but revenge. Once she has it she’ll be a threat to no one.”

“Will she ever be satisfied? She can’t kill you, not as a human.”

Images of Roseanna, old and fragile fill my mind. I know without a doubt that: “She’ll never stop trying.”

“So you play cat and mouse until she dies?”

I nod. “With your approval.”

Aro’s eyes bore into mine as he says, “Even poison ivy will wither with time, Felix.”

“Of course.”

He narrows his eyes before nodding as if satisfied with something. “Go. I’m postponing your missions for a week in order to satisfy The Society’s ridiculous complaint. Enjoy your time off.”

I bow from the waist before exiting the throne room, Demetri just behind me. “Where is she now?”

Demetri tilts his head to the side. “Just over Bern, Switzerland.”

“Tell me when she lands.”

He says nothing, simply nods before slipping away to do whatever it is Demetri does when he has time off. Probably Kit. If she even lets him touch her this week. Usually when Edward and his family pop up she shuts down for at least a month afterwards, only speaking to Anne. There are times when I envy their relationship. Demetri is the closest thing I have to a true friend, but even then I know it’s because of forced proximity. If life had dealt us a different hand who knows if we would even speak to one another.

Loneliness isn’t my favorite thing to think about, but I find myself pondering over the feeling more and more with Roseanna’s absence. She lit something inside me that I thought had been dead for years, and now it can’t be put out by anything but her. If I were a better man I would feel pity for the poor little thing, attracting the attention of a monster like me, but then I recall the heady scent of the blood rushing through her veins and the guilt passes in a violent wave, replaced with lust.

I want her.

No.

I need her.

I need her to want me, fear me, love me, hate me. I need her to be as obsessed with me as I am with her.

That’s why I blame her for my blind rage when Demetri tells me later in the evening that she’s here in Volterra, but doesn’t seem to be looking for me. She’s at a nightclub, completely shit faced. And all I can do is watch as she grinds against some blond fucker who looks a little too much like Jasper Whitlock.

They’ve been talking off and on for hours now. She even made a joke about following an ex-lover here to kill him. He wasn’t even phased. He laughed like she told the funniest joke. Drunk bastard.

“The kid’s just lost her job,” Kit warns me in a voice that says not to start anything in front of the humans. “Leave her be.”

“She lost her job, not her purpose.”

“And what would her purpose be?”

I turn to her, squaring my shoulders to stand at my full height. Her nostrils flare briefly as she moves closer to Demetri. “Me. I am her purpose. I am her God.”

Kit snorts. “Men and your fucking god complexes. I’m leaving.”

“I’ll follow soon,” Demetri tells her. His eyes follow her figure until she’s out of the club and I can tell from the look in his eye he’s keeping tabs on her location in the back of his mind.

“Just go,” I tell him as I lean back against the bar. “On the one hand, you’re much more in line with the executioner lifestyle when you and Kit are fighting. On the other hand, I want to take care of this myself.”

“What will you do?”

“Nothing too risky.”

Demetri smirks. “Don’t break your new toy before you’re finished playing with it.”

I feign shock and innocence. “I would never!”

“Of course not. See you in the morning.”

I tilt my glass of scotch toward him in a sort of goodbye before turning my full attention back to Roseanna. I’d been keeping an eye on the two of them throughout my conversation with Demetri, trying to reign in the monster lurking under my skin, begging to be released. She’s just so… pretty. I can’t blame the sad fuck for wanting her or dancing with her, but I can’t have her thinking there are no consequences in our little game. He’ll have to die and she’ll have to know it’s all her fault.

I watch as he bends down to whisper in her ear. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Roseanna blushes a bright pink, looking up at him and batting her lashes. She nods shyly. A small smile plays at her lips and I can’t tell whether it’s real or an act. The Roseanna I know would never be so coy. My poison ivy wouldn’t act like some simpering, airheaded bimbo.

There’s a tap on my shoulder drawing me out of my thoughts and I turn to see a woman around the same age as Roseanna with dark brown hair. She smiles at me with too white teeth. “Whatcha drinking? I’ll buy the next round.”

Her hand finds its way to my bicep and I push it away, careful not to snap her wrist. “No, you won’t.”

I turn my attention back to Roseanna and the girl by my side follows my gaze.

“Oh, I get it now. You and your girl over there are in a fight, right? I can help you make her jealous.” Her hand travels down to my thigh as she speaks and I turn to her, my hand wrapping around her slim neck.

“I was nice earlier, but if you keep pushing your luck I’m afraid you’ll find it’s run out. Go back to your friends and leave me alone.”

When I release her she sputters in disbelief, calling me every name she can think of. I simply tune her out and turn back to Roseanna’s spot on the dance floor only to find her gone.

“Fuck!” I slam my drink on the bar top and throw down some cash before running out of the club.

I can smell Roseanna in the air, the scent of her blood and arousal leading me to a hotel that- ironically- isn’t far from the castle. No one stops me when I walk inside. No one asks any questions. Those who live here know better, and those who visit either learn quickly or suffer for their idiocy.

I find her on the top floor in one of the nicer suites. Before I even open the door I hear a soft, feminine moan and my vision turns red. I push the door open, the locks giving easily beneath my strength. In a movement too fast for humans to detect I rip him away from my poison ivy and snap his neck. His body drops to the bed, limp and lifeless.

Roseanna’s mouth falls open and she scrambles off the bed, grabbing a knife from her bag. It’s nothing even close to the weapon she once wielded but I imagine The Society took all of their things back like some jilted ex in a bad breakup.

"What will you do, darling?" I stalk towards her. One step, two steps, three, four, until her back is pressed against the wall of the hotel room. "You've lost everything that made you interesting. Now you're nothing but a bug to be crushed under the sole of my boot."

Roseanna tilts her chin up in defiance but I can feel her body trembling against mine. I can smell her fear. It drips off her, blurring my senses until all that's left is the thirst inside me. I'm free to sample the goods this time, as they say, and with how fast her heart is beating I'm growing more and more tempted.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" I twist a thick strand of her soft hair around my hand and tug until she cries out in pain. Tears well in her eyes, but she doesn't cry. Not yet.

"Didn't you want to find me? To kill me? That's what you told him," I jerk my chin over to her bed where whatever-his-name-was lays lifeless. "Here I am, darling."

She still doesn't speak. She knows she's weaker now and needs to be smarter. Unfortunately, she seems to have forgotten that she's mine and I would hunt her down to the farthest corner of the world before she even had a chance to start looking for me.

With my free hand I grasp her throat and slide her up the wall so we're face to face. She's still blinking back tears, but one manages to roll down her cheek. I lap it up with my tongue, savoring the salty tang of the tear and the sweat on her skin. Roseanna whimpers, thighs clenching together like I won't notice. I do notice. I notice everything about this little human. To the point I would destroy everything to keep her. Whether she wants to be kept or not.

Roseanna kicks out at me pathetically, wailing out in pure rage when she can’t make contact. The knife clatters to the floor as she claws at my hands in a sad attempt to get them away from her neck.

“Poor little poison ivy. You’ve lost your bite, haven’t you?” I nip at her earlobe, enjoying the shiver that rockets through her body.

“Fuck you,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Well,” I muse outloud, looking back at the dead human, “if only one of us getting his dick wet tonight, you should be glad it’s me, darling.”

I let go of her throat and she drops to the floor, gasping for breath.

“On the bed,” I tell her.”

She glares daggers at me. “Make me.”

I heave a dramatic sigh and grab a fistful of her hair, tossing her on the bed with ease. Roseanna’s eyes widen when she lands beside her former dance partner and she recoils in disgust. I kick his body away and pull her back towards the edge of the bed by her ankle. Her tight red dress rides up to expose the lace panties she was wearing.

“I prefer silk for you, darling.” I shed my heavy coat and start working on the buttons of my shirt. She watches carefully and I can see the internal fight she’s having.

Roseanna finally looks up at me. “You think I give a fuck what you prefer?”

“Not right now maybe. But I promise you after tonight you’ll be in silk the next time I see you.”

“You’re a bast-” She cuts herself off when I let my shirt drift to the floor, my torso exposed to the cool air of the room.

“What was that?” I smirk down at her.

“I hate you.” There’s a tinge of fear in her scent now, but it’s still overshadowed by her arousal. I’m practically choking on the smell of her. It fills all my senses.

I pop open the button of my pants, dragging them down my thighs before discarding them on the floor and doing the same with my boxers. Roseanna, despite an initial sound of protest, follows my movements closely. Her breath comes in shallow pants and her eyes are blown wide with lust when she takes in the sight of me naked.

“I hate you,” she repeats, but there’s less conviction in her words this time.

“Strip,” I tell her. She doesn’t move. “Either you do it or I will. You’ll be naked for me one way or another.”

This seems to shock her into action. Roseanna shimmies out of her dress and panties, wrapping an arm around her chest to hide her breasts and crossing her legs to hide her cunt. I easily move her arm and part her legs and she whimpers beneath me. Her heart is pounding so loudly it’s all I can hear.

“You’ve been a very bad girl tonight. I keep telling you I don’t like when other men touch what’s mine, and now you’re little friend had to pay for your bad decisions.” I grip her jaw and turn her head, forcing her to look over at the body on the ground. “And now here you are. Dripping wet for the man who murdered him.”

“I’m not-”

“Don’t even think of lying about how turned on you are. I can smell it. You reek of it. And you know something?”

She shakes her head.

“It’s almost as good as the smell of your blood.” I press my lips to hers, meeting nothing but resistance at first. Then, slowly, she gives in. Her body relaxes and she melts into me. “Tell me how much you hate me, darling.”

Roseanna moans and stretches out beneath me, tangling her fingers in my hair as I kiss down her body, my tongue exploring each dip and curve until I come to the apex of her thighs. She lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck… God, I hate you…” She yanks on my hair when I lap at her folds with my tongue.

“What do you hate? Tell me.”

“I hate…” Roseanna sighs softly and spreads her legs wider for me, grinding against my face. “I hate your stupid face.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “You seem partial to my face at the moment.”

“Shut the fuck-” she cries out in pleasure when my tongue delves inside her, biting on her lower lip. I pull back only to slip two fingers inside her and move my mouth to her clit. “Felix!”

“Come on my face, darling.” I follow the movements of her body, bringing her to her high before pulling back so I can watch her face as she falls apart. Her head is thrown back, eyes shut while her body relaxes. She looks so beautiful.

“I can feel you staring, ya know.” Roseanna opens her eyes and sits up.

“Mmm.” I study her closely, committing the sight of her like this to memory.

She tilts her head to the side, a look of frustration on her face. “I’d be lying if I said this changes anything. You still fucked me over.”

“I don’t expect this to change anything. It just adds another level of excitement, don’t you think? What will they do next: fight or fuck?” I gather my clothes and slowly redress, taking my time and flexing when Roseanna examines a muscle extra closely. “If you make this next week fun for me, you can have my cock inside you next time.”

She flushes a deep red and glares at me. “Get out of my room. And fix my door!”

#felix volturi #felix volturi imagine #felix volturi x oc #volturi fanfiction

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Thoughts on Chapter 123

I thought last chapter was intense but this chapter ;-;

Nicco and everyone looks awesome on the front cover :D

I find it both interesting yet believable that Mikado had always been afraid of Lily. The latter does have a friendly demeanour and seems to genuinely care about his Subclass, the Aliceins and Misono but can also be scheming and sinister in his own way which is a little scary when you think about it because it’s not something you would expect from someone like him. I love how he changed to his Inner Demon’s appearance before back to his own though when Mikuni started talking xD

I’m assuming there’s some significance to Mikado’s pendant for Mikuni to take it, though we’re still no closer to finding out what Mikuni is after. It can be inferred, but it’s just figuring out what’s going through his head 😅

Jeje thinking about Mikuni and Kiriko ;-; I’ve seen how he apparently refers to Mikuni as “the beautiful son of a beautiful woman” and it’s so nice but sweet in a melancholic way. I think it implies that Jeje may have been fond of her and sticks with Mikuni not only out of guilt but because of their similarities and for Kiriko’s sake as well. Imagine how it must have been like for Jeje seeing someone he saw as “too pure to be vicious” descend into madness because of what Mikado did and how it broke her. It’s…kinda sad.

In the same sense, Mikuni is the opposite of his mother but I think that despite what he’s currently doing, in Jeje’s eyes, he does believe it is the right thing to do and he probably knows what Mikuni’s intentions are (perhaps showing kindness in the form of making himself the villain).

I also love how regardless of anything, Jeje still refuses to attack Misono (again, probably because of Mikuni and his own guilt), shooting around him to force him out of range.

I’m guessing that it was maybe Mikuni’s blood that he had? My sister had a theory that maybe Jeje and Mikuni weren’t fully contracted but instead had constant temporary contracts until this point, though I think this shows that maybe they do have a full contract after all.

Envy pair and their puppet/creator theme for their abilities :o I really love it 😅😂 Also Jeje’s being a more dangerous version of Mikuni’s “My Fair Lady” in the sense that it seems indiscriminate :o The people in the snake hood though xD

Sorry, the way Cappuccino and the other mafia member reached out at Nicco :’)

Sigurd! :D Knew he wasn’t dead, but it was still great seeing him.

Of course Nicco shot his hand to pull it off 😅 He had it so rough with Envy pair and the past few chapters though; first threatened and had “My Fair Lady” cast on him by Mikuni, had his Family held hostage, the whole thing with Ildio, shot by Jeje and now caught in Jeje’s ability qwq The guy needs a break :’)

Huh?? He’s hollow?? I saw the spoilers but to think that it was literal •_•

Knowing Tanaka-sensei, it ends on a “happy” note but I’m ready for next chapter to absolutely destroy us (if it doesn’t transition back to Mahiru, Kuro, Gear and Youtarou, but even if it does it probably would still be something)

Even so, really looking forward to next chapter to finding out more, the story really is something xD

More thoughts about Jeje coming soon 😅😂

#servamp #servamp spoilers #servamp thoughts #;-;

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Little Éponine & Grantaire drabble

“There’s something wrong with me.”

Éponine hugged her knees to her chest, digging her sharp chin into them. Tear marks streaked her face.

Grantaire sighed and rubbed his friend’s back with his left hand (his right hand held the absinthe bottle they were sharing). “There’s nothing wrong with you, Ép.”

“Then why the hell couldn’t I make it work with Courf?”

Grantaire raised the hand that held the bottle to his face, and rubbed his knuckles over his eyes in a wearied fashion. “I guess because he wasn’t the one.”

“I don’t need cheese clichés, Taire.” She reached across him and plucked the absinthe bottle out of his hand. “Courf was perfectly nice to me. He was good to me. And he actually liked me. How often do those two things line up for me?”

“Ép, Courf isn’t gonna be the only guy in the world who’s good to you and who likes you.”

“Really?” Eponine scoffed bitterly. “Because history would seem to indicate —”

“For cripes’ sake, you can’t project doomsday prophecies onto the future of your entire love life based on Marius and Montparnasse. There are other men in the world.”

“It’s not just Marius and Montparnasse!” Éponine snapped. “They’re just the prototypes. Men are either the wholesome, wonderful type who would never look my way, or they’re the asshole type who would. By some miracle Courf was neither of those — he was a non-asshole who actually expressed interest in me… And I flub it after two months!”

“You didn’t flub it, Ép. You just didn’t have any feelings for Courf.”

“But WHY?!”

“Eh?”

“Why didn’t I have any feelings for Courf?!”

Grantaire cast her an exasperated look. “Crowley Ép, I don’t know! You just didn’t! What do you want me to do, write you a thesis on the laws of romantic attraction? You either have feelings for someone or you don’t. It’s not like you can control it.”

“That’s so dumb.” She spat the last word out with considerable venom. “If someone likes me and is good to me — and I know that if I could only return their feelings I would be happy with them… Well then I should be able to choose that. I should be able to decide to return their feelings so I can claim that happiness. It’s fucking stupid that something as vital as your own happiness could be outside of your control! Who the hell designed this system!”

Grantaire sighed tiredly. “I don’t believe in Intelligent Design.”

Éponine set the absinthe bottle down and angled herself to face him. She squinted — glared? — at him intently.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Grantaire frowned. “Huh?”

“You’re normally a hell of a lot more supportive than this. What’s eating you?”

Grantaire flinched. Then, slowly, a look of remorse crossed his features and he ducked his head.

“I’m sorry, Ép. You’re right, I’m not being a very good friend. You can vent. I’ll stop being a jerk and actually listen.”

Éponine eyed him for a moment. Then, she scooted closer to him, dropped her head on his shoulder, and wriggled her arms underneath his so that she could wrap them around his middle.

“You weren’t being a jerk,” she said softly. “You were just being slightly less of the outstanding best friend you normally are.”

Grantaire’s mouth tweaked into a sad smile. “Well… I’m sorry for being a slightly less outstanding best friend to you, Ep.”

“I forgive you. Your track record isn’t too shabby.”

Grantaire’s smile shed some of its sadness. He closed his eyes and lowered his head to the side, til it rested on top of Éponine’s.

“Is it Enjolras?” Éponine asked.

Grantaire shrugged the shoulder that didn’t have Éponine’s head on it. “Yeah.” (It was always Enjolras.) “But we don’t have to talk about that right now. You wanted to talk about Courf.”

“It’s okay, I was done. We can talk about Enjolras.”

Grantaire was silent for a moment.

Two moments.

Then, he shifted himself under Éponine’s weight and turned, tugging her into his chest for a full frontal hug.

“Let’s not talk about either of them, okay?” he murmured into her hair. “Wanna watch something dumb?”

Éponine chuckled. When she pulled away from him, her eyes and mouth were smiling.

“Yeah,” she said. “Dumb like actually dumb, or dumb like amazing dumb?”

“Dumb like amazing dumb.”

She nodded astutely. “High school musical?”

“One or two?”

“Three.”

Grantaire cocked an eyebrow. Éponine held her poker face for a couple more seconds, then burst into laughter.

“I’m joking, obviously. Two.”

Grantaire smiled and flicked her in the forehead. Read on AO3 Read all my Grantaire & Éponine friendship fics here

#eponine and grantaire #éponine sucks at dating #and she's really PO'd about it #so her and R watch High School Musical #yep #epotaire #grantaire and eponine #courfeyrac x eponine #enjoltaire #exr #marponine #montparnasse x eponine #grantaire & eponine

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Late Night Conversations - Part 2

Fanfiction _ SeaQuest

Fictober 2022/ Prompt #12: “You’re making my head hurt.”

Summary: The crew debates pick-up lines over breakfast.

Author’s Note: Part 2 of “Late Night Conversations.”

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SeaQuest’s mess hall was always pretty scarce during shore leave. A good number of the crew would get hotel rooms or meet up with friends and family. Annabelle was one of the few who liked staying on the ship – the food was good, the room was free, and her conversations weren’t so guarded.

“Okay,” Lucas said, plopping down with Annabelle and Lonnie for breakfast. “So I met this girl.” Lonnie and Annabelle exchanged smiles. “We were doing this long distance flirting thing at the beach, and when she finally came over to say hi I just froze.”

“What did she say, Lucas?” Lonnie asked, going into big sister mode.

“She said, ‘Hi, I’m Sandy.’”

“And you said… ?” Annabelle asked.

Lucas held his hands wide, and cast his eyes towards the ceiling. “I don’t know. It was all a jumble. She went from smile to ‘ugh’ in five seconds flat.” Lucas imitated Sandy’s lip curl.

“You crash and burn, too?” Tim pulled out the last chair at their table. He cast a small smile Annabelle’s way, and she hoped she wasn’t blushing.

“Did you call her vapid, too?” Lonnie asked, her tone light but the snark was there.

“You didn’t,” Annabelle gasped, looking at Tim in shock.

“Oh, he did,” Lonnie laughed, taking a bite of her cantaloupe.

Tim rolled his eyes. “I have apologized for that a dozen times. You ever gonna let it go?”

Lonnie smiled, bopping him on the nose with her fork. “Nope.”

“I just need a really good pick-up line. Something smooth, you know,” Lucas said, ignoring the two lieutenants.

“No, you don’t.” Annabelle shook her head, putting her coffee cup back down. “They’re never as smooth as you think.”

“Sure they are,” Tony dropped down in a chair at the adjacent table where Dagwood had been happily consuming a bowl full of apples. “Dag, I think you’ve hit your fiber count for the day,” he gently teased. Dagwood ignored him, taking a large bite.

“No, they aren’t,” Lonnie said pointedly. She looked at Annabelle. “Worst one?”

Annabelle knew she was blushing now. “I once got asked how much.” All eyes turned her way, except Dagwood who was plowing into a new apple, this one yellow. She raised her hands to ward her friends off. “In his defense, it was the fourteenth century, and I was wearing pants with my forearms exposed. I guess that’s kind of a no-no.”

“Yeah, ignore the time traveler, Luke,” Tony said, nudging the younger man’s shoulder.

“I had one guy who asked me if I had a band-aid,” Lonnie reminisced.

Tim arched an eyebrow. “A band-aid?”

Lonnie grinned, casting her eyes to Annabelle. “Because he scraped his knee falling for me.”

Annabelle tossed her head back, chuckling. “Oh, I like that one. Very cute.”

“I’ll take cute and dopey over overtly crass any day,” Lonnie agreed.

Lucas raked a hand through his blonde hair. “Guys. You’re making my head hurt.”

“I did have a guy tell me he was glad he had his library card on him,” Annabelle mused, lifting a piece of toast.

Lucas and Tim exchanged curious looks before turning in their chairs. “Why?” Tim asked.

“Because he was checking her out!” Lonnie burst into giggles, and Annabelle followed suit.

“It was so bad, but so funny,” she gasped between laughs.

“Okay, you’re killing me,” Tony dragged his chair over to Lucas waving his hands in the air as if to clear the slate. “Look, Lucas, all ya gotta do… .” Annabelle tipped her coffee cup back to get the last sip before standing to go. Lucas was listening intently to Tony, and Lonnie was trying desperately to undermine his advice. She gave Tim a small wave before heading for the exit, patting Dagwood on the shoulder as she passed.

She was halfway to her room when she heard her name; behind her Tim was jogging to catch up. “Hey!” He was only slightly out of breath, but he gave her a broad smile. “I wanted to say thank you again. For last night,” he said, waving a hand. “Gave me some perspective.”

Annabelle smiled, leaning against the wall. “I’m glad, Tim.”

“So, um… what – what do you have planned today?” He asked, leaning a hand on the wall, trying to look nonchalant. It was a normal question, but the way he said it was… odd.

“Uh, well.” Annabelle chewed her lip, thoughtful. “I’ve got a few errands to run, nothing too exciting, but…,” her eyes lit up at the thought, “Wendy told me about this great second-hand bookstore I want to check out, and then I’m gonna get one of those crazy expensive, super indulgent coffees.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Like I said, nothing too exciting.”

Tim’s expression had softened, a soft smile curling his lips to the side. “No, it uh, it actually sounds perfect.” Annabelle smiled, tilting her head down because she knew with certainty she was blushing. “Do you think… do you think maybe you’d like some company?” Annabelle looked up, blinking in surprise. He had his mouth screwed up in a cute half smile, and he shrugged. “Maybe you can teach me some more pick-up lines to avoid.”

“Yeah? Yeah, okay, O’Neill,” she laughed. “Give me thirty?” He nodded in response, his smile as broad as hers.

“Can’t wait.”

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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 3) Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Gangs Acting Up

(Y/N) groaned, resting on the table. Here she was in the Uzumaki Café with Dazai, Jun’ichiro, Ranpo, and Yosano. They were all exhausted. (Yosano was pretty hungover, too)

Trying to get them back to work, Atsushi came in with a casefile. “We have a new job, everyone! Is anyone interested?” He leaned forward with an adorable smile.

In any other situation, (Y/N) would have said yes. Instead, she and the others answered, “Pass.”

“I guess this is our answer,” said Jun’ichiro.

“Yeah, our answer,” repeated Ranpo.

“Definitely our answer,” said Yosano.

“Your answer?” asked Atsushi, raising an eyebrow judgingly.

“We’re burned out,” sighed (Y/N).

From beside her, Dazai attempted to nod but ended up just dropping his head to the table. “The Guild battles were the biggest since we were founded. I’m so glad we managed to keep the Moby Dick from crashing into Yokohama”

“Not to mention…You’re famous now.” (Y/N) held a newspaper with Atsushi’s face plastered on the front.

Atsushi blushed sheepishly. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“Don’t worry about it.” (Y/N) waved off his worries.

“Recognition only brings more trouble, though,” sighed Dazai.

Atsushi stood up and considered his words. “Hm. Oh, where is Kunikida?”

“Upstairs,” said (Y/N).

“He’s more gung-ho than ever.” Dazai snickered slightly. “More coffee, please~!” He plastered a charming smile on his face as a waitress came over.

“Coming,” said the woman politely.

“Curry for me,” said Ranpo, “Sweet.”

“I would like some coffee, please,” said (Y/N).

“Alright,” said the waitress.

“Something that’ll pick me up,” said Yosano, pinching the bridge of her nose. She had a headache.

“Are you hungover, ma’am?” remarked the waitress.

“Sorry for causing you so much trouble all the time,” said Atsushi.

“Not at all,” said the woman, “The only trouble, really, is Dazai’s tab.” She leaned down towards him with a dangerously sweet smile. “At least buy life insurance before you die, please.”

Dazai was sweating nervously. “Your will to live…You’re an amazing lady.”

“I’ll pay this time. He’s already racked up enough of a tab,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

Atsushi suddenly got more businesslike. “Also, we had a report from the military police. Foreign organizations are in, hoping to take what the Guild left behind when it collapsed.”

Sipping on orange juice, Ranpo said, “I doubt they’re that interesting.”

“Still, I saw a Guild straggler in this area yesterday, too,” said Atsushi, “She got away, but she was holding a metal box of some kind.” His eyes were cast downward. “I hope she isn’t teaming up with the criminal organizations to take revenge on us by bombing this building or something.”

“Is this café in danger, too, then” asked the waitress.

“Danger is like the bitterness of coffee,” said Uzumaki, owner of the café, wisely, “For those ready for it, it is savory.”

“Very wise,” said (Y/N).

“I can’t believe he’s been doing coffee for thirty years,” remarked Jun’ichiro.

“The smell of coffee doesn’t come off his hands, even with soap,” said Ranpo.

“That’s all I’ve got going for me,” said Uzumaki.

“Badass,” said Dazai.

“The awkward elite type,” said Ranpo.

“Coffee man!”

(Y/N) smiled at their antics.

The next day, the detectives returned to the café as per usual.

“We’re here every day,” remarked Atsushi.

“It’s the café’s fault for being so close and so comfortable,” said Dazai.

When they entered, they were met with the sight of broken chairs and smashed glass. Their eyes widened.

“What happened here?” said Atsushi in horror.

“Manager!” cried (Y/N), seeing Uzumaki slumped against a wall. They all rushed over to him.

“What happened?” asked Yosano.

“His fingers…” breathed Atsushi.

Uzumaki’s fingernails had been torn off. “It’s not too bad,” he said. He was clearly in pain. “I’m glad you’re all safe.”

The detectives were quiet. “Danger” was written across their faces. Anybody who saw them would hate to be the people who put those looks on their faces.

(Y/N) threw out a hand, knocking the vault door of its hinges. Ranpo, Yosano, and Dazai stood next to her. All of them had dark expressions. Astonished thugs gazed back at them. They were the criminals who had attacked the café.

“Impossible!” cried the leader. “There’s no way you could have found our hideout!”

“Ranpo figured it out in five seconds,” said Dazai, smirking.

“Th-the security cameras?!” The blonde boss was baffled and scared.

Over on the computer displays, the feeds cut to Jun’ichiro looking threateningly at the camera.

“The armed guards?” The leader still couldn’t accept his loss.

“Our tiger handled them,” teased (Y/N), a cruel, playful look in her eyes. It was a like a predator toying with its prey.

“We have to thank you,” said Dazai, his smugness growing with every defeated look the thugs gave him. With his chin titled up, he looked down his nose at the criminals. His Port Mafia persona reared its head in moments like these. Dazai could be quite sadistic at times. “You’ve made our work interesting again.”

“Not yet!” The boss made one final, desperate attempt to save himself. “One phone call will bring all the local criminal organizations here!” As he and his minions heard the person on the phone refuse because of the Agency’s reputation, their faces fell. Their fright grew when (Y/N) lifted up the metal door above her head.

“I heard you like ripping people’s nails off,” Yosano turned on her chainsaw and approached the leader, “You have an exquisite taste. I finally get to have some fun.” Her vicious tone would send anyone running. Yosano swung the weapon down while (Y/N) threw the vault door, eliciting screams of terror from their victims.

“Ah, this is so relaxing,” sighed Dazai happily, resting his head upon the café table. They had easily…handled…the thugs who attacked Uzumaki.

“I wonder what Guild property it was that they were after,” said Jun’ichiro thoughtfully.

“There’s no such thing,” said Dazai, leaning back, “Even if there were, someone else would already have taken it. Those guys back there must have been fooled by the false leads they put out.”

“I wonder why someone would do that…” murmured (Y/N). Either somebody trying to get rid of competition, or, more sinisterly, somebody is testing the Agency. Worse case, both. Three guesses as to who… she thought sarcastically.

“Oh, yeah, the Guild straggler…” said Atsushi, thinking they must have tipped off the criminals to trick them.

The door to the café opened, and Uzumaki said, “Welcome back.” To the detective, he continued, “I’d like to introduce our new staff member, Lucy.”

(Y/N) looked at the pink-haired girl. She recognized her as a former Guild member, Lucy Montgomery. The girl and Atsushi were just staring at each other. Oh, yeah, though (Y/N), He mentioned that she helped him escape.

“Why are you here?” Atsushi blanked, clearly embarrassed to have just insinuated she had given false information to those thugs.

“Because I feel like it!” Lucy blushed and threw the metal box at Atsushi.

“Come on, Dazai, I wanted to go meet up with Katai,” said (Y/N), frustrated. She had tried to go with Kunikida and Atsushi, but Dazai had pulled her into a meeting room before she could. True, after the incident with Shibusawa, she knew who her stalker was, but she wanted to discover more about what Fyodor was up to. She knew he was still up to something in Yokohama.

“Kunikida will report back with information once Katai gets it,” said Dazai.

“But I want to find out who’s behind it. I’ve been stressed long enough,” grumbled (Y/N), “And you can’t just take me out of cases!”

“We can’t risk Fyodor taking advantage of you being out unnecessarily,” Dazai retorted. Dazai used the fact that Fyodor was so dangerous to justify his protecting (Y/N). He just preferred that, if it could be avoided, he could remain with (Y/N) and keep her out of trouble.

“Oh, come on! I’ve been in danger plenty of times. I can handle myself,” snapped (Y/N).

“If it’s just a simple run for information, it doesn’t need to be dangerous,” said Dazai, “So you don’t need to go.”

“You’re not my boss, Dazai! I may not be as smart as you, but I sure as hell am not stupid! I can differentiate between good and bad decisions. Seeing Katai would not be a risk, so I should have been able to go.” (Y/N)’s eyes softened, and she sighed. “Listen, Dazai…I can’t hold myself back every time there is a threat of danger. I can make my own decisions. I’m willing to take this risk. And while I respect you, this is my choice.” With that final sentiment, (Y/N) turned and left to do some work.

Dazai watched as she left. He had messed up. He sat down in one of the chairs and ran his fingers through his hair. I overstepped. Dazai hadn’t meant to make her feel like he thought she wasn’t capable. He had just…gotten worried. Then, he had acted less like a friend and more like her boss. It was wrong of him. (Y/N) was capable. Dazai knew that. He’d make it up to her.

Outside, (Y/N) bit her lip in frustration. She hadn’t meant to snap at Dazai, but she had just gotten so frustrated. Sure, she was nervous about Fyodor (he had proved himself dangerous), but she couldn’t let that hold her back from her work. (Y/N) wouldn’t let herself be intimidated into doing nothing. Plus, she could do plenty of damage to anyone who tries to harm her. While she still thought her ability inferior to others’, (Y/N) knew she wasn’t weak or helpless. She would face whatever was in her future with strength and clear mind.

#there's a will; there's a way #bsd x reader #bsd anime #dazai bsd #bsd manga #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #armed detective agency #bsd fic #bsd fanfic #dazai x you #dazai x y/n

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Random Bits; Memory Games (2)

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"Memory Games" was supposed to be the sequel to "Cloak and Dagger" (an actually completed NANOWRIMO project from 2016ish). The ensemble cast finishes the first book by getting out of the first round of puzzles and the second book sends them to a whole new realm of loyalty tests, surprise revelations, and... memory games...

Also, yes, the main character's name is Hannibal... not after the cannibal. I hadn't even heard of that when I wrote this. She was named after the guy with the elephants (and the guy from the A-Team... I had a thing for a minute where I wanted to have all of the main cast of the A-Team mentioned somewhere once in my works).

TW: Torture, Violence, Abuse

Written around 2016, but I don't know the exact date.

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The stillness in the room was broken by a soft whimper. Felix and I both looked up, then at each other. We listened intently. We heard it again.

“What was that?” He breathed at me as I rose to my feet.

“I think it’s Hannibal.” I whispered back. Sure enough, when I looked over at her, she was moving slightly in her sleep. If she had been on the ground, she would have been tossing and turning.

“What’s the matter with her?” He asked, now getting to his feet, as well.

“A bad memory.” I guessed “I think she’s having a nightmare.” We took a few steps closer as her breathing came heavier and her movements became more violent.

“If she gets too scared, she might wake herself up.” I muttered to myself.

“What are we going to do?” Felix looked over at me.

“We have to keep the dream going.” I dictated “Help her stay asleep, so she can process the memory.”

“How are we going to do that?”

“Here, pull her down a little.” He took her legs and I her torso and we brought her a little closer to the ground. She gave another soft whimper and tossed her head to the side.

“Try to keep her still.” I ordered, then put my hands to the sides of her head. I tried to soothe her, to keep her mind asleep, but the memory was wreaking havoc. It seemed to be fighting to wake her while I was fighting to keep her asleep. I tried to push the dream away and, to my shock and horror, it flowed into my own head.

It was Hannibal’s memory, but it was also mine, now. The memory had split and shared itself between the two of us. Though I could see and feel everything that was happening in it, it wasn’t truly mine. In this memory, I was Hannibal.

I never liked rats. I’ve never liked the squeaking they make, or the feel of thier fur, or the ways their eyes glint in the light. Still, Caesar insisted on continuing the experiments on the rats and someone had to keep them alive. It was my turn to feed them and, no matter how many times I told Caesar I didn’t like the rats, he never let me skip.

Next to the rat cage were several syringes full of the anti-stardust drug. It seemed strange to me to keep those lying around, but I wasn’t in charge. If I was, there would be so much different that this place would probably be unrecognizable. I continued to look around the room, stalling on my chore. It should have been really simple. Grab the little pebbles of food, open the door, throw it in, close the door. It wasn’t rocket science. I sighed a little, trying to gather the willpower to just do it.

“Tough day?” I turned to see Cesar at the door.

“No worse than usual.” I replied, keeping my tone even, though it unnerved me that he was here. I didn’t like that he was asking since he was the one that made the days tough for me. It seemed like he was trying too hard to be nice, to be friendly.

“Of course.” He said, giving me a smile. The uneasy feeling grew as he took a few steps deeper into the room. He was probably made at me for taking too long. It was weird that he didn’t just say so. What was with all this smiling and soft words?

“Can I do something for you?” I asked, turning my back on him, trying to give him the hint that I didn’t really want to talk. I heard his footsteps behind me and thought about how far it was to the door. Maybe, if I screamed, Oryian would come find me.

Oryian? That was my name. What was I doing in Hannibal’s memory? It continued without me being able to press this point.

His footsteps were still coming closer as I finally found the bag of rat food. I brushed some hair behind my ear when he came up behind me. I tried not to give a sigh of relief when he took a few steps to the side, away from me. The relief was gone when I saw him lightly lay a finger on one of the syringes out of the corner of my eye. What was he doing? I opened the bag, pretending not to notice.

“Have there been any new breakthroughs with the anti-stardust drug?” He asked casually.

“You’re the one who reads all the reports.” I said evenly “If anyone would know, it would be you.”

“You talk to Ash more often than I do.” He argued.

“Maybe you should work on that.” I snapped “Besides, it’s not like he’s the one who runs the experiments. What makes you think he would know anything more than the rest of us?”

“Just tell me what you know, then, if it’s the same as all the others.”

“It’s the same as it’s always been.” I told him, trying to keep my voice steady “Instantaneous eradication of any stardust in the system. It takes a few hours for stardust to begin being absorbed by the body, again. No other effects on the subject. Hence why we still have to feed the rats.”

“They haven’t found a way to make it permanent?” I looked up at him sharply.

“That’s not what they’ve been experimenting.” I reminded him. He gave me an assuring smile that had the opposite effect.

“Of course.” He said again. After a brief second of silence, I went back to the rat food, though I moved much faster, now. No more stalling for me. Almost as soon as I turned, I felt his fingers curl around my wrist. I didn’t waste any time yanking myself out of his grasp. I took a step backward, towards the door.

“What’s the matter, Katie?” He asked in a sickeningly sweet voice “Not afraid of me, are you?” I took another half-step back, getting ready to throw a ball of fire at him. To my surprise, when I tossed it, it bounced harmlessly to the side, overturning a table. My eyes widened and I gasped softly.

“Oh, did I forget to mention?” He purred, waving his fingers and making one of the syringes float into the air “Apparently, direct contact with stardust isn’t the only to get the effects. You just have to be in the general vicinity day after day after day.” He lunged at me and grabbed my wrist, again. I threw more fireballs and kicked and screamed, but before I could do any of these effectively, he jammed the needle into my arm. I screamed and squirmed, but he held me tightly in place. He finally dropped the syringe to the ground and I could feel it. The effects were instant. I didn’t have any stardust.

Knowing I now had no powers to stop him, I began to kick and hit and scream at the top of my lungs. His grip was like iron around my wrist and now my other arm and I couldn’t break free. My strength was no match for his and now he had powers that had to be calculated in. I couldn’t get out, so I threw my head back, instead, directly into his face. He cried out and let go of my wrist, so I grabbed the nearest thing, a microscope, and smashed it down on his head.

This got him to release me, so I made a beeline for the door. I jumped over tables and pushed chairs out of my way, hearing him cursing behind me. My hand was inches away from the knob, when I suddenly froze in mid-stride. I hadn’t stopped of my own accord and I couldn’t force my limbs to move, now. No matter how hard I tried, I just stayed there, still reaching out for the door. I was stuck.

“You’re not going anywhere.” I heard Cesar give an angry growl from behind me. I could hear him walking towards me, again, though I couldn’t turn my head to look. No doubt, he was the one who was making it impossible for me to move. He was like Ash, now. My heart pounded in my chest as he took his sweet time coming over to me.

“You know, you’ve always been the one to cause me the most problems.” He snarled as he inched forward “Always the one to question my authority, always trying to bend and break the rules. You even turned Ash against me.” He gave a dry laugh and finally came into my view. He had one arm outstretched towards me, hand clenched into a fist. He was still holding me in place.

“I thought I would need you kids.” He continued “I thought you were the only ones who would be able to handle the stardust. But, now...” He looked down at his fist, a smile flickering on his lips. My only hope was that during this monologue someone had decided to come for me. Maybe they had heard me screaming. Maybe they realized I was taking too long to do a simple chore. Maybe they had seen Cesar coming into the room after me. Unfortunately, Cesar was more self-aware than I knew. His other hand came up, now. He pointed it at me, too, then slowly closed it, like he was crushing something. Pain instantly shot up my leg, starting from my ankle, making my eyes sting with tears. I wanted to scream, again, but I couldn’t.

“It was an accident.” He announced “You were getting ready to feed the rats. You tripped on a chair and fell in. You fell on your ankle. It broke and you couldn’t climb back out. You really should have been more carefull. Such a shame. Ash is going to be devastated.” Tears were racing down my cheeks, now. He released my ankle, not that it mattered, and started towards me. He released the rest of me and I screamed in pain as I stepped down on my newly injured ankle. He didn’t wait for me to even catch my breath, but grabbed a fistful of my hair and started dragging me to the rat cage. I, again, started screaming and thrashing, hot tears cascading down. I was no use, though. I wasn’t strong enough. It took him no time at all to haul me over to the cage door.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He clicked his tongue “You took too long to feed them. Look at that, they’re starving.” I wailed as he forced my head through the door. The rodents all squeaked and scampered around, eyes glinting. I begged him to stop, to let me go. I sobbed and thrashed, but he still held me still.

“If you’re lucky, Oryian won’t be the one to find your skeleton.” He growled in my ear. With one hard shove, he pushed me down into the pit.

The rats were on me as soon as I hit the ground. All I could feel was fur, claws, and teeth. I screamed and kicked and swatted, but more and more came. I gagged as I felt fur against my tongue. Cesar said something, again, but I didn’t hear him over the sound of the squeaking in my ears. They tore at my skin and my clothes, tugging at my hair. The door closed with a loud slam, locking me in the darkness. I screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed.

Thankfully, the memory came to an abrupt end. It faded and a new one leaked in, replacing the feeling of terror with calm, soft, warm feelings. The scene changed to a garden filled with glowing lights and I let go of her. I didn’t need or want to view any more of her memories. I had seen much more than I wanted to just to help her.

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knarfdatsmoh · 2 years

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What Six Stones Wellness Center Means to Me

River of Fire

Into the summer’s blue sky falling

Ash like snow

The winds of change come calling

Shades of night

Are broken by dancing candles

The strongest of defenses

So easily dismantled

And now flee for safety

Yet leave behind your life

Give up everything you loved

For misery is now your wife

Just another victim

Of a wildfire’s strife

Even during the evacuation, I still thought this would be a temporary hurdle. Yes, fires are always bad. But, obviously, they’ll put it out and we’ll be back home in a day or two. That’s what someone who has never experienced a wildfire would think.

The next day, I knew this was a life changing event. With no where else to go and no one else to rely on, I ended up sleeping (or trying to at least) in my neighbor Lou’s truck with him. We hoped that maybe we could get back home and try to save something, anything. Neither of us realized at this point, there was nothing we could do. When we woke, the smoke was so thick you could only see maybe ten yards and the heat was so oppressive it sucked the air right out of your lungs. We tried one last futile attempt to reach home. This wasn’t home anymore. It was a warzone.

By the time we silently limped our way to Yreka, our friends and neighbors had turned the local Motel 6 into a veritable evacuation shelter. Empty faces stared blankly at us awaiting news of the devastation. It was heartbreaking to have no information to share. All we could do was cast our eyes down and solemnly shake our heads.

It’s not that the fire left me lost or hopeless. It robbed me of the path I had so carefully been building. I have made a lot of mistakes in life and have, unfortunately, been the mistake in some other people’s lives. But, once I made Klamath River my home, it gave me the opportunity to find value in myself. I was learning that, maybe, I am an important part of helping people realize their dreams. And, just maybe, I could realize some dreams of my own. The fire took that away. Now what could I do?

Well, a guys gotta eat, so I did what I know how. Took out my guitar and started playing for change. It’s funny how the same word can mean so many things. I might have been trying my best to play that beat up old guitar for some coins, but somehow, I earned the most valuable kind of change.

Snow was a sweet woman. The kind of person a street performer loves to talk to. She listened intently while I related my story. Tears welled up in her eyes as I regaled her with my optimism in the face of this tragedy. After some compassionate conversation, Snow asked if I had been to Six Stones Wellness Center. I had, in fact, heard of it from some of the other fire victims but I didn’t really understand what Six Stones was about. So, out of options and ideas, I walked across town to this supposed haven.

Admittedly, I was skeptic. I had been involved with various addiction programs and therapy groups, but only as a court ordered attendee. It’s hard to approach these programs with an open mind when you’re forced to go. I imagined I’d go to Six Stones and maybe get a little food, maybe a gift card, maybe some useful information. I could never have guessed that Six Stones would be the starting point of building a new life.

Not only did the wonderful staff jump to action to ensure my immediate needs were taken care of, they took time to try and know me and what emotional or psychological issues I may have as a result of the fire. Or, if maybe I just needed to talk and be assured that this too shall pass.

So now here we are, around two months later. I’m still on the streets, living in a tent. Playing guitar for change. But, I am not alone. Throughout this experience, I’ve been continually blessed. From my friends and neighbors, who also lost so much to the fire, yet still made sure everyone was together and cared for. To the people who shared their hard-earned money in exchange for my humble guitar strumming. I got to experience the every day angels with the Red Cross, who work tirelessly to comfort strangers in the most distressing of times, and the other organizations and local businesses who immediately rally to meet the needs of a community devastated by disaster.

It’s almost worth it to have gone through the flames just to witness what hope, humanity, and compassion awaits on the other side. The beauty of Six Stones is hope. The beauty of Six Stones is strength. The beauty of Six Stones is healing. The beauty of Six Stones is people. And people are amazing.

#McKinneyFire/wildfire

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noface-phantom7 · 2 years

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Bodyswap: “If I Profane With My Unworthiest Hand…”

“Everybody take ten!”

The instant the stage director claps her hands, everyone moved to their feet, chattering about the remaining scenes with a few going over their lines. Opening night is the day after tomorrow, and rehearsals have been a little harder in the past week, especially for us principal roles. My eyes scanned the stage for a couple few left, and found who I was looking for. I smiled to myself, before moving.

A few paces in front of me sat Payton, cross-legged on the edge of the stage while muttering his lines to himself. He carried a bright atmosphere around him, like the soft rays of sunlight breaking the morning mist. He was also a kind soul, and even if that were enough to draw me to him, he was also a textbook example of that cute dork that’s friends with everyone.

“Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.” I say as a greeting, responding to his last line as I sat down beside him. He looks up at me, offering a warm smile as he scoots and makes space for me.

“Come sir, your passado.” Payton responds, grinning as he picks up his prop. “You know you’re Tybalt, right? That’s Romeo’s line.” He adds while poking at me with his rapier teasingly.

Right, the role of Romeo is played by none other than Payton’s boyfriend, Arthur. “I know his lines at least, he’s not here yet I can help you rehearse.” I reply with a wink, earning a smirk and an arched eyebrow from him. I auditioned for the role originally, but landed Tybalt’s role instead. It’s a little ironic and funny—my role would make me stab the man I like the most in real life, meanwhile my play and real-life rival would do the same to me in retaliation.

Arthur is, in most aspects, the perfect golden child of the campus. Not necessarily a frat bro, but he’s been among the most coveted students between our state’s universities since high school. Appearance-wise? Very attractive. Smart? Very. The way he speaks? Eloquent and articulate. But his ego? Ginormous.

“I guess you’re right, Ben.” Payton nods meekly, his smile faltering a little. Arthur hasn’t shown up to rehearsal yet, though I did hear the director say he’d be around a little later, though I know that wasn’t what dimmed Payton’s light. “Let’s practice our fight then?”

I nod, hopping up to my feet and pulling him up with me. I’d be stupid to not know about Arthur and Payton going through a rough patch lately—if it was even just a patch. I’ve heard from fellow cast members and saw myself how bad Payton has gotten it from him in the past weeks. We're just unsure how and why, and we couldn’t do a thing because Arthur is the university’s pride and joy after all.

Arthur does not deserve Payton at all. And if I could, I would gladly take his place and treat Payton the way he deserves to be.

“Now don’t get distracted.” Payton tells me, snapping me out from my train of thought, he was grinning again, assuming his stance and pointing his rapier at mine. I just grin, and did the same. “Try to make it as realistic as possible, you look like you’re scared of hitting me every time.” he adds, to which I chuckle.

“Okay then.” I return, advancing forward to thrust at his side. He jumps to his side and parries it deftly, taunting me before taking a swing, which I block all the same. We went on practicing our steps for a couple of minutes, and in the corner of my eye, I could see Nadia staring intently at us, another member of the cast who plays Lady Capulet.

I shudder a little, knowing and hearing rumors that she delves into the occult, which weren’t necessarily obvious with her appearance, aside from the many times we’d catch her muttering to herself in some language no one knows about, writing what looked like runes on her stuff, and an air of something arcane. I briefly let my eyes linger on her, and she smirks at me, before ducking backstage.

“Alas, in a turn of events,” Payton announces, just in time for him to press his prop against my chest. “I have slain thee, sir Tybalt.”

I shook the thought of Nadia off my head, and stepped back clutching my chest as if I were truly injured and feigning hurt. “I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?” I fall dramatically, while reciting Mercutio’s line to Payton’s glee.

“You got my lines memorized too?” He laughs incredulously while helping me up, to which I nod at. “At this point you could replace everyone in the play.” Payton jokes, and I chuckle as I shrug. I was about to respond, when his grin drops ever so slightly as he looks at something past me, then replacing it with another smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” I hear as I whirl around, finding Arthur strolling into the stage towards our direction. I step aside to give way, a little annoyed, as he meets with Payton right in front of me. “Had to catch up with Professor Dane on something.” In an instant, he’d taken my place and Payton’s attention, to which I mentally rolled my eyes.

“It’s fine,” Payton reassures him, patting his shoulder then giving me an apologetic glance while he does so. “We were just going through a couple of our lines.” I nod at this, giving them a salute. Arthur just eyes me with a disapproving look, and although I could feel my blood boil, I just shrugged.

“And this is where sir Tybalt takes his leave.” I say, winking at Payton and nodding at Arthur, before heading straight for the wings. We still had a couple of minutes to spare, and I could distinctly hear from the background how Arthur was chiding at Payton about something.

“Jealous, aren’t you?” a voice announces somewhere behind me, and I almost yelped in surprise. It was Nadia, poking her head through the red curtain. I open my mouth to speak, but she just shakes her head. “It’s very obvious, Ben. Don’t deny it.”

“Well,” I reply, gathering myself before turning to her. “Whether or not that’s true, it’s none of your business.” I add, before turning again to walk away while I shook the shiver off my spine.

“Yeah, I know. Surely their relationship is none of yours either,” She tells me, stopping me in my tracks. “Yet here you are, loathing every second you see Arthur and Payton together, hating Arthur because you know—and you tell yourself, that you’re way better for Payton than he is. Yes?” She adds, fully stepping out of the curtains with her arms crossed.

“What do you want from me?”

“Don’t play dumb, Ben.” Nadia scolds. “I know that you, of all people, know how much Payton is hurting. And among all of us here, I know you’re the only one who sincerely wants to do something about it.”

My head was already starting to spin with every word Nadia was saying, a little confused, and intrigued all the same. “What are you getting at?” I ask her. “You just told me their relationship wasn’t my business.”

Nadia gives a dry laugh in response, before grinning at me. “I did, and we’re making it your business.” she responds, and I raise my eyebrow at her. “I am offering you a chance to help Payton.”

I blink and stare at her in disbelief. “What, you’re gonna help me dispose of Arthur? You planning to hex him?” She doesn’t budge at my joke, instead she grins and shrugs at me like I just said what she wanted to hear.

“A little bit of both, actually.” Nadia says with a wink, striding a little closer. “So, Romeo, are you in?”

“I play Tybalt,” I deadpan, before shrugging. “As long as it’s not illegal.” I add, hoping that she was just planning a prank of some sort. I already know she might be teasing with the whole hexing thing, but I’m a little concerned about the first part.

“You’ll get it soon enough.” She responds, putting one hand forward which I shake hesitantly. “I’ll get to work tonight, tell you what you have to do tomorrow, and we’ll commence with it on opening night.” she adds, before trotting away humming to herself.

“Wait! You’re not planning on ruining the show, are you?” I call back to her, she just looks back with an eyebrow raised before disappearing behind the curtains again. I just sigh and shrug it off.

Before heading straight for the backstage to get some refreshments, I turned back one more time to look upon Arthur and Payton, who were now engaged in angry whispering, with Payton clearly in distress and Arthur obviously pissed. His eyes darted around and found me, and for a few moments, I felt his searing gaze boring into me before turning back to Payton.

I felt my blood boil and rush at the sight ahead of me, but took a deep inhale before releasing it and turning away. Well. whatever Nadia had in plan, I’m now more than just on-board with it—I’ll see it through.

Remember the irony of me having to “kill” Payton’s role and Arthur avenging him? Well I’m about to flip the roles the other way around—with whatever help Nadia is going to offer, I’ll be the one dealing the blow for Payton’s sake.

The rest of the day’s rehearsal went smoothly, save for Arthur getting a little more aggressive during our fight, but with the same look of disapproval he gave me earlier. Even the part where he stabs me felt a little too real as the wooden tip of his prop rapier was supposed to slide to my side but he deliberately poked me hard a couple of times. Payton, on the other hand, seemed a little frustrated, but did his best in rehearsal regardless.

All throughout rehearsal, Nadia was keeping her eye on me—especially during the duel, though she had disappeared as soon as rehearsals were done for the day.

“Okay y’all, dress rehearsals tomorrow!” The director announces before anyone (aside from Nadia, who really just slipped away unnoticed) could make it for the door. “Don’t be late, and do your best. That’s all.” She adds, before dismissing us. I moved to at least have a couple more words with Payton, but Arthur was already dragging him along towards the door. I managed a wave at them which Payton returns just as they slip out.

I resisted the urge to send Payton a message that night, thinking that I could do more harm than good, and instead focused on rehearsing my lines in my room and reading a couple of notes for my classes. A couple of hours in though, I receive a message from Nadia.

“Bring a piece of an item that’s been with you for a very long time.” was what she said, and I tilt my head a little. Was she really doing magic? “Something that represents you, make sure it’s just a piece.”

I replied, asking her for further instructions, though she did not respond. It was a little over midnight at that time though, so instead of waiting for her response, I fell right to sleep, wondering what I needed to bring in the morning, and dreaming about slaying Arthur right in front of Payton.

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“Do you have it?” were Nadia’s first words to me the moment I stepped in the theater, her hand open expectantly. In response, I quickly dug through my satchel and offered her a piece of folded paper, prompting her to raise her eyebrow. “What is this though?”

I felt a little hot as she opened the letter, eyes going wide, before grinning mischievously and nodding at me. “Yeah, I’ve had an entire journal of those since middle-school.” I confess, much to her amusement. I’ve just given her a page off my old journal, the one where I first wrote how much Payton meant to me—although I never told him that, of course. I’ve known him since middle school too.

“Okay, here’s what you’re going to do.” Nadia shrugs, beckoning for me to follow her backstage. There were only a couple handfuls of the cast loitering around, no signs of Payton yet, so we didn’t look too suspicious. “Find a way to have Arthur carry this on him then bring it back tomorrow night.”

Once we were backstage, Nadia produced two smooth dark stones out of her bag, each with something carved on their surface. Just looking at them gave me chills, but I steeled myself. On one stone, she produces a thin twine from her bag and ties my notes into it. The other, she winds a piece of cloth around before tying it as well. She hands me both. “Ripped this cloth from Arthur’s old shirt by the way, don’t ask how.”

“One, to keep with you—” she points to the one with cloth. “—the other you put on Arthur. Make sure to not break it, yet.”

“What are these? Lucky charms?” I ask, weighing both stones which felt oddly warmer against my skin. She stifles a laugh at this before shaking her head. “Bad luck charms?”

“No, silly. You’ll see tomorrow, but here’s what you’re supposed to do:” she starts, then points at the one with my note. “That to Arthur, the other with you, tomorrow before the act begins, you have to talk to him.”

“I’d rather punch him.”

“This is infinitely better,” Nadia grins, clasping her hands together. “Anyway, you talk to him anywhere but make sure he brings that with him and you bring yours with you.”

“I suppose I have some magic enchantment to say?” I tease, staring at the stones.

“Bingo.” she tells me with a wink. “The words forbidden to say in the theater, you’re going to say that. The first to initiate it, the next one to seal it in. G, then M.” she adds, getting particularly excited at the mention of the latter.

“Oh, you mean good—” I start, though Nadia cuts me off. “Are you sure we’re not sabotaging the show?” I continue, although I wasn’t necessarily superstitious, I refrained from saying them out loud during shows.

“Yeah, save them for tomorrow or else it won’t work. You’re lucky I made it easy.” Nadia tells me, patting herself in the back. “If you want to go for permanence, all you gotta do is crush both rocks. And that’s it.”

My head spun, again, very confused with the instructions, nor was she telling me what was supposed to happen. “I’m so confused right now, please enlighten me.”

“I can’t tell you or it won’t work,” Nadia says as-a-matter-of-fact and sass. “It’s not fake occult witch shit, I guarantee you it’s real. Just trust me, he’ll be a changed man soon.”

“Okay…” I found myself saying, staring at the stones again. “Why are you doing this though?” I find myself asking, to which Nadia offers a smirk.

“I can’t interfere directly,” she tells me, leaning into my ear to whisper. “I just thought you and Payton need my help, is all. And before you ask me what I get from it, well, satisfaction of bringing Arthur down.”

I raised an eyebrow at her after the last sentence, and then she was already trotting away. “Remember the instructions.” she tells me, before making her way to a few of the other cast members. At the same time, Payton and Arthur walked in. Arthur sported his usual pretentious smile, on the other hand, Payton looked a little…lost in thought.

Marie, our Juliet, along with the minor roles approached Arthur immediately who entertained their questions. I frowned, seeing Payton almost getting shoved aside. It made my insides clench, and then I spotted the bag hanging on Arthur’s side. He was too distracted at that moment, and I was going to take my chance. I went on ahead, slipping past the group, and behind Payton.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I ask him in a low voice, and he almost whirls around, snapped out of his thoughts. The moment Payton wasn’t paying attention to Arthur, I quietly unzipped one of his bag’s pockets and slipped the stone in, before zipping it up again.

“Hey, Ben.” Payton greets me, offering a soft smile. “I’m okay, just nervous.” He replies a little quietly, glancing at Arthur before looking ahead. “And yeah, famous boyfriend and all.” He says with a rather sheepish laugh. I would ask him to go along with me ahead of the group, but Arthur’s eyes landed on me for a moment, and I knew I had to trek carefully.

Looking at Payton like this almost made me ache to at least reassure him with a hug or even a hand squeeze, but I sighed, knowing it would likely cause Arthur to do something to him. “Don’t worry,” I start, settling on a shoulder pat. “He’ll be a changed man soon.” I add with a wink, echoing Nadia as I slipped away.

In my retreat, I could see Payton tilting his head at me in curiosity while furrowing his eyebrows. Nadia on the other hand, gave me an approving look as I walked past her, knowing that she must have seen me slip it inside the bag.

It was still a long day of rehearsal, yet I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen the next day—though I couldn’t help but feel a slight tug towards Arthur’s direction, and he kept looking at me weirdly the entire day. Was he feeling the same thing?

–

Opening night, and the campus theater was already full of eager audiences waiting for this year’s show, it was after all more anticipated than last year’s King Lear. We were all understandably a little nervous, but my own was mixed with the anticipation from Nadia’s plan.

“You know what to do.” I remember her telling me earlier when I bumped into her, and I nod. I had the stone with me, and I released a breath of relief when Payton and Arthur walked in, with the latter still carrying his bag from yesterday. I felt the warm stone with cloth and twine tied within my pocket, as I watched the two make for the dressing rooms.

“Hey, you guys are a little late.” I called to them both, showing them my full costume. Payton just chuckles, meanwhile Arthur dashed to the small shower room nearby muttering something about needing to wash sweat off.

“Dashing as ever, sir Tybalt.” Payton teases once Arthur was out of sight, his eyes a little puffy. I laughed sheepishly at him, bowing and raising my enormous hat a little. He just laughs at this, a sound which sends warmth all over me.

“Payton!” says a voice from the dressing room, one of our techies. “We’ve been waiting for you guys, come on.” Payton playfully gives me a bow, before rushing towards the other room. I smile, before taking the stone out of my pocket. I stare at it for a few moments, repeating in my head Nadia’s reminders. I nod, clenching the stone in my hand.

At the same time, Arthur walks out of the shower room with only a towel draped around his waist, with a rather grumpy look on his face. He raises an eyebrow at me, as if staring me down. I took a deep breath, and put my hand on my side.

“What are you staring at?” He tells me, annoyance bleeding in his tone. At that moment, I stared at his bag, specifically the pocket where I slipped the stone in. “Did you touch my stuff?”

“Ah, not really.” I say, feigning lying, before offering a tight-lipped smile. My eyes darted towards his bag again, trying to draw his attention there. “Nope, didn’t do anything at all.”

“I know you’re lying, idiot.” He says coldly and sharply. I bit my tongue in excitement, watching him fall for it and reach for his bag. He locates the pocket I was staring at. He looks at me, eyebrows already knit together and eyes disapproving while he gropes around the pocket. His hand stops, presumably after he reaches for the stone, before pulling it out. “The fuck is this?” He growled, holding out the stone.

Both of us stepped a little forward, as if something was pulling us in. I smirked once he was looking between me and his stone, before uttering Nadia’s words. “It’s for ‘good luck’.” I say.

Immediately as I spoke the last two words, I felt a sudden thick feeling surrounding us as if I were under a heavy blanket. I felt my chest rising a little, like I was being lifted off the ground all the same with Arthur. The stones we held seemed to be emitting some glow, and I could feel a pulling sensation towards Arthur, the same as yesterday but a little stronger. He was trying to say something, but I soon lost the sensations in my body aside from sight and hearing, like I’ve gone numb all over.

And then as if on cue, I felt exposed, naked, or at least I could feel the cool air in my bare skin. My vision shifted—one second I was staring at Arthur, and then myself, flickering a couple of times as I blink and felt myself starting to be pulled apart, only to be put back together in an instant. I felt fear welling in me, unsure of what was happening until the tugging and the thick feeling subsided.

I fell to my knees, feeling some cloth around my waist falling to my ankles. I felt…a little taller, and tighter. I blinked a couple of times, staring beneath me at my bare arms and fingers that seemed longer than they used to. My eyes widened, the stone was still in my other hand, but it was the one that had my note tied to it.

“What the fuck?” I muttered to myself, but heard Arthur’s voice come out of my throat instead. I looked at my bare chest, the damp towel by my feet, and quickly realized what had happened. In front of me was myself—or who I used to be, panting heavily with his palms on the ground.

“He’ll be a changed man soon.” Nadia had mentioned yesterday, and then deliberately calling me Romeo and telling me “You’ll get it soon enough.” after. I found myself laughing in disbelief, she had switched our bodies like it was Freaky Friday.

“What did you do?” I hear myself say—or, Arthur says. He was horrified, staring at his hands and his costume. “No, no, no. I have to be dreaming.” He mumbles, trying to pinch himself awake, slapping at his face frantically.

I stared at the stone in my hand, and remembered the second word Nadia mentioned. “Macbeth.” I say out loud. At that moment, both the stones emitted a bright flash, not nearly blinding but enough to make us blink a couple of times.

It was at that moment that I felt something rush into my head. They were thoughts, memories, everything about Arthur that I both already knew and was yet to know, but I found that my own feelings had replaced Arthur’s own.

In front of me, ‘Arthur’ had calmed down, there was a confused look on his face, like he didn’t know what he was doing there. “Uhh, Arthur… why are you…?” He tells me, his face going red and pointing at my full nude figure.

“Oh—” I said, quickly grabbing the towel from the floor and tying it back on my waist. I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what happened until I watched him act the way I did, it felt like I was staring at myself in front of a mirror.

“If you want to go for permanence, all you gotta do is crush both rocks. And that’s it.” I hear in my head, and at the same time immediately crushed the rock I was holding. It crumbled like gravel in my hands, before falling into the carpeted floor.

“I really don’t know what I’m still doing here,” ‘Arthur’ in my body says, looking around before dropping the stone on the floor. “Uh, just hurry up. I think we’re on, in like, thirty.” he adds, before speeding away. I immediately stepped on the stone where he left it, feeling it crumble beneath my feet as well.

I grinned, whirling around towards the closest mirror to marvel at my new physique. It was perfect, and besides that, I could keep Payton closer to me now, and perhaps he’ll let me now that I’m in the body of the man he loves the most—though I promised myself I was going to be way better than the real Arthur was. I find myself reaching for Arthur’s phone in his bag, and once found, I snap an image.

I laughed to myself after, before hurriedly dressing up and heading towards the dressing room where Payton was nearly finished with his makeup and costume. He looks at me, a little hurt evident in his eyes, as I get called to sit on the chair in front of the mirror beside him by some of the stylists. I sighed, running through Arthur’s memories.

“Hey.” I managed to say, recalling that he and Arthur had a rather nasty argument that led to them running late. At this moment, it was us and only a few girls getting their wigs fixed left in the room, but I didn’t care.

Payton glances at me, not meeting my eyes but responding weakly. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.” I tell him, catching the attention of a few people working on my makeup. It was a surprise to him, I know, I couldn’t see in my new memory any instance where Arthur apologized to him. “For my behavior these past few weeks. I was an asshole—”

“Did Ben talk some sense into you?” He interjects, though catches himself as if it was a slip-up. “I mean…” he mumbles, all the while everyone else had gone silent and listened in. I grin, and let out a laugh, earning a raised eyebrow from Payton.

“Yeah—yeah he did.” I say softly after a while once we were nearly done, also laughing inwardly at the thought of what actually happened. “Made me realize how lucky I was to have you, and how wrong I’ve been treating you.” I add, all the while going through Arthur’s memory of him being a jerk, I had no choice though, this is what I was left to work with.

Payton only smiles to himself, quickly wiping a tear off his left eye. The people were done fitting me with my costume at that point, and left us alone with the reminder that we only had ten minutes left before the start of the act.

Payton was trying to look at me, though not meeting my eye and sitting there just beside me. I chuckled to myself, before reaching for his hand. He flinches at first, before giving in. And I understand that, the real Arthur had treated him badly but I was going to fix it.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine,” I tell him, reciting Romeo and Juliet’s sonnet lines “—the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” I finish with a grin, eliciting a laugh from him as he tries to wipe away the tears spilling from his eyes.

“I’m not Juliet, and I don’t have her lines memorized.” He teases, squeezing my hand. “Maybe Ben can step in, I think he knows all of our lines.”

I laugh ironically, all the while rubbing circles on the back of his hand, my other hand cupping his cheek. “Of course he does. It’s okay, I just wanted to sound romantic.”

Payton chuckles again, sobbing a little in joy as I pulled him in close for a hug, while I pat the back of his head. To hell with my tear-stained costume, at least I’ve taken the first steps to help Payton heal.

By the doorway, I could see Nadia in her full Lady Capulet costume grinning at me and then giving me a thumbs up, before pointing to the clock and mouthing “Five.” at me. I returned her smile, and pulled Payton with me to the wings.

“Come on,” I whispered to him softly. “The act is beginning and the audience waits.”

–

I had adjusted quickly to our swap given that Nadia was kind enough to let me keep both mine and Arthur’s memories, meanwhile my old self only kept most of mine, and he acted like he was me, no questions. It was just a little weird, at least in the beginning, but I got used to it. Nadia was just glad she was able to help.

Meanwhile, living as Arthur with Payton had been the absolute dream—and he surprisingly wasn’t asking too many questions about ‘my’ sudden change of behavior. I have found it easier to live as Arthur as the days went by, and have watched Payton smile more than I have seen him in months.

The swap was all worth it, I regret none of it, and I wouldn’t want to have this life through any other way.

#male transformation #short story #male body switch #male body possession #male to male possession #male body swap #male possession #male tf #malepossession #permanent swap #non-scp #magic #identity theft

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The only thing we share [R.A.B & S.O.B]

A/N: THIS HAS TAKEN FOREVER! I’m so excited to finally be done with it! I’ve been working on this idea with @arcaneslut, so major thanks to her for supporting me through this. Also a major thanks to @bellatrixscurls for boosting my ego heheh <3 <3

It ends kinda abruptly because I was thinking about a part two if anyone’s interested in that.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Fem! Reader x Sirius Black (NO INCEST!)

Summary: Y/N can’t seem to choose between the two Black brothers, so what happens when Sirius finds her in the arms of his brother?

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, threesome (M/F/M), vaginal sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, slight dom/sub-elements (dom! Sirius, soft dom! Reg, sub! Reader), handjob, mention of cum and cum swallowing, praise, degradation (use of slut and whore), one singular spank, crying, an indication of two-timing (but not really). As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Heeey Reggie,” your voice was happy as you approached the dark-haired Slytherin boy, your arms finding their way around his middle to hug him.

His own arms found their way around you, holding you close to his chest as he chuckled lightly, “Darling, how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“A lot of times... buuuut it suits you, so I’ll keep calling you Reggie,” you grinned as you looked up at his face.

Regulus shook his head, but his lips were slightly upturned in a smile.

“Do you want to study with me now?” You asked hopefully making it impossible for Regulus to say no to you, but it was exceptionally harder when you were looking at him with huge puppy dog eyes, a pout pulling at your lips if he should say no.

“Of course, darling,” he smiled, not giving it a second thought.

This was what your relationship was, endless flirting and lingering touches. Regulus would do almost anything you told him to, he was completely and utterly enamored by you, he couldn’t get enough. The only reason why you weren’t in a relationship was that he wasn’t the only guy who was head over heels in love with you - the other guy just so happened to be the one person Regulus couldn’t stand - his own brother. Another problem that you had found was that not only were they both in love with you, but you were in love with them both as well, creating a small problem for you.

Normally you wouldn’t be so publicly affectionate towards either of them, afraid that the other would catch on; you weren’t ready to lose either of them, so you kept it in your own secret world.

Of course, you knew how unfair it was to string them both along, not giving them the full truth as to why you didn’t want a relationship because you did want to be with them but having to choose was impossible.

Neither you or Regulus made a move to leave each other’s arms and head towards the library, just looking at each other while talking quietly about your day. You were too caught up with one another to notice the voices that grew louder and the sound of shoes hitting the stone floor. Unfortunately for you, the voices belonged to none other than the four Marauders, one of them, unfortunately, being the one person who was not supposed to witness you in the arms of his brother.

“Uhm y/n, what’r you doing?” the sound of Sirius’ voice caused you to quickly detach yourself from Regulus, creating a distance between the two of you, acting as if Sirius hadn’t caught you red-handed.

“Oh, hi Siri, what’s up?” You tried to act casual, but your tone and body language was anything but casual - fidgeting and bouncing from one foot to the other. Both boys looked at you and then at each other, scowling when they locked eyes.

Remus, James, and Peter looked between the three of you very confused, all three of them silent, thinking of what to say.

“I think we should get going - right James, Peter?” Remus broke the silence, hinting, not subtly that they should make their leave.

“Yes, sure, let’s go,” James stuttered, Peter just nodded, all of them scurrying away quickly, leaving you to deal with your problem.

“Darling, what’s going on,” Regulus placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, but you could only look back at him with sad eyes, knowing that now you would lose both of them. Your stomach had dropped to the floor, and it felt like someone was squeezing your heart.

“Darling?... why are you calling her that?” Sirius crossed his arms angrily over his chest, his eyes staring intently at the hand on your shoulder, jealousy filling his chest.

“Please can we go somewhere more private... I promise I’ll explain everything,” you tried, gesturing towards the girl’s lavatory.

Both boys nodded and let you lead them inside, shutting the door behind you gently and leaning your back up against it.

You looked down bashfully, your hands fidgeting anxiously in front of you as your mind raced with ways to explain to them what you’d been doing.

“What’s happening, pup?” Sirius tried a gentler tone, but the anger was still evident in it.

“I’m sorry,” your cheeks grew hot, and you could feel tears slowly gather in your eyes.

“For what, darling?” Regulus was less angry, putting on a calm front for you.

“I’ve had a thing, with... Uhm... both of you...” you were trying your hardest to keep your voice steady, but you couldn’t help the slight shake to your vocal cords.

“... it was not my intent to string you both along... I just like you both so much and I couldn’t choose... I know it was very wrong of me, but I-I can’t stand the thought of... losing you,” your voice cracked, and the first tear rolled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, knowing how stupid you looked - you weren’t the victim in this.

They both stood shocked, not knowing what to say, but both wanting to reach out to comfort you.

The silence was deafening, the anxiety was eating away at you as you waited for one of them to speak and just end it with you then and there.

“I’m sorry... I understand if you don’t have anything to say to me or if you don’t want to see me anymore... I’ll - I’ll just leave,” your voice was quivering as you tried to keep your tears at bay until you had left.

You turned your body, ready to make a run for it, knowing that they probably hated you, but your hand never properly touched the knob before your wrist was grabbed and your body was yanked backward and away from the door. You were spun around to face them both, Regulus holding your wrist tight, not letting you run away.

Regulus let out a sigh before speaking, “I’m not happy about what you did, but I’m not ready to let you go... I can’t.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to still want to be with you.

“Well, I’m not ready to let her go either... so now we have a little problem,” Sirius went to stand beside you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, surprising you even more.

The tears made your vision blurry as you looked between them, “I’m sorry... I just don’t know what to do,” you whimpered out, causing both of them to quit their scowling contest to look at you, both of their eyes softening.

“Oh puppy, c’mere,” Sirius pulled you into his chest, hugging you as you cried, wetting his white school shirt.

Regulus came closer to soothingly rub up and down your back.

“Listen here, if Sirius and I can agree, I would be willing to... share,” Regulus said begrudgingly, but anything was better than losing you, especially to his brother.

Sirius scoffed, but didn’t argue against his brother, “I guess, if that’s what it takes to keep you, then I’ll be willing to share as well.”

You sniffled and looked up, “are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything.”

Regulus and Sirius shared a look, and both nodded, “we’re sure,” Regulus answered for the both of them.

You hugged Sirius closer to you, reaching one arm behind you searching for Regulus’s hand, which he didn’t hesitate to give you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but both boys heard you clearly, Sirius giving your body an extra squeeze.

You removed your face from Sirius’ chest to look up at him, “kiss?” you puckered your lips, while his lips turned up into a mischievous smile, but nonetheless he complied, leaning his head down and connecting your lips.

The kiss was much shorter than you would have liked, your lips following Sirius’ smirking ones when he pulled apart, a whine tearing through your throat.

Sirius only chuckled at your needy reaction, prompting you to find solace in the man behind you; you turned your head only to be met with a smirking Regulus, his hand still in yours as he had moved closer to you.

“What do you want, darling?” Regulus had leaned down to be level with your face, his voice coming out soft, yet you didn’t miss the slight teasing tone he held.

“You… I want both of you.”

“Is that how you ask nicely, pup?” Sirius broke in, forcing your face to look at his by grabbing your jaw and turning your face.

You whimpered, “please, may I have both of you,” your eyes searched Sirius' eyes desperately.

He smirked, looking down at your desperate figure while running his hand up and down your waist, occasionally giving it a squeeze, “that’s better… good girls have manners and you are a good girl, are you not?”

You quickly nodded, “I am, I promise I’ll be good for you.”

Both boys let out a groan at your words, their pants growing tighter by the second.

Regulus pulled out his wand, casting a silencing charm as well as locking the door.

“You really want to do this here?” you asked with a small tilt to your head.

“Do you have a better place we could go? There’ll be people in your dorm and in mine as well and I’m not going down to the darkest place known to man, also known as the Slytherin common room,” Sirius said before he slowly started kissing your neck, sucking lightly when he found the spot that made you gasp out in pleasure.

“Oi! I’ll let you know that it’s very atmospheric to be under the lake,” Regulus said with an angry frown, not letting Sirius step all over his house.

“Whatever you say,” Sirius retorted against your neck, his tone sarcastic.

You could feel a fight starting to ensue, which was the last thing you wanted from them at this moment.

“Please don’t fight… this is good, please,” you whimpered as Sirius sucked a purple mark right below your ear, his teeth sinking lightly into the flesh before his tongue came out to soothe the skin.

“Don’t worry, pretty darling, we’ll take care of you,” Regulus’s soothing voice said before he stepped even closer to you, your body sandwiched between the two brothers.

Regulus’s hands caressed your body, his hands going over your bum before slowly lifting your skirt to caress your bare skin. He bent down on his knees, his hands kneading away on your bum, he came forward to leave small kisses on the cheeks, his hands trailing down your thighs and moving to the inside of your thighs but purposely ignoring the place you needed him most. “Spread those beautiful legs a little more for me, princess,” Regulus tapped the inside of your thigs; you didn’t waste a second, your legs spreading further apart.

Your hands found a home on Sirius’ shoulders as you used him for balance, your fingers digging into the muscles in anticipation. Sirius’ head retreated from your neck to look at your face, the mischievous smirk never leaving his lips.

He was about to lean down to connect your lips, but he was swiftly interrupted by a gasp leaving your lips; Regulus had placed his thumb on your panties, feeling the wet patch that had formed on them. “So wet for us, darling,” he breathed out, his thumb rubbing your core slowly, working his way up to rub your clit through your soaked panties.

You moaned and gasped again as the pleasurable feeling spread through your body.

“Such a little slut, getting wet just from the thought of having not only one, but both of our cocks... such a filthy girl,” Sirius teased, finally leaning down and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

You parted your lips letting his tongue enter and dance with your own, your breathing growing labored.

As you were preoccupied with Sirius’ mouth on yours, Regulus took the opportunity to slip your panties off and down your legs, tapping each of your feet for you to lift and step out of them.

You could hear the low groan from Regulus when he was faced with your puffy glistening cunt, a sight so pleasing he couldn’t wait any longer before diving right in, licking a strip from your aching clit to your entrance. Your body jolted at the contact, you let out a loud moan into Sirius’ mouth and your fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, scared you would collapse, even though Sirius was holding your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Sirius pulled apart, desperate to look at your face, but jealous that Regulus had gotten the chance to taste you before he himself had.

“Who would’ve thought that little y/n was such a little whore?” Sirius taunted, pinching your sides. You moaned at his degrading words, the words going straight to your already dripping cunt.

Sirius let out a taunting laugh, “Oh you like that huh? You like it when I call you a whore?”

You nodded and whimpered, “y-yes.”

Sirius’s lips turned up into a satisfied grin, “hmm filthy girl,” he whispered.

Regulus pulled away for a moment, “she tastes absolutely divine.”

At his words Sirius reached a hand down, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers as he ran them through your folds, making you whimper, before bringing his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

He smacked loudly, “mmhm perfect.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you leaned forward hiding your face in Sirius’ clavicle, prompting a chuckle from the boy.

“Aww, are we feeling shy? Huh?” He feigned a caring tone as he mocked your shyness.

You whined and shook your head, but your face was quickly pulled from its hiding spot by Sirius.

“No whining,” Sirius scolded, to which you just nodded.

“Sirius, can you grab her leg?” Came Regulus’s voice, instructing his brother.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “don’t give me instructions.”

You reached a hand up to caress Sirius’ cheek, “be nice,” you whispered, trying to keep them civil, instead of Sirius complying you let out a surprised gasp when Sirius’ hand suddenly was around your throat, giving it a small warning squeeze, but not enough to actually hurt you.

“We might not agree about who’s in charge, but it’s certainly not you... got it?”

You gulped, but nodded, “yes, sir.”

Another groan escaped Sirius at the use of the title, “you’re going to kill me.”

Sirius let go of your throat, reaching down to grab your leg like Regulus had asked, hoisting it up.

“There we go,” Regulus breathed out, his middle finger circling your entrance.

You could feel your heart through your chest, the beating growing faster and more rapid as the seconds went on. Your breath had been replaced by moans – filling the quiet room, along with the squelching sounds as Regulus inserted a finger in you, pumping it slowly in and out, feeling your warm walls pulse and contract at the minimal pleasure he was able to give you with just one finger.

Sirius leaned down to suck and bite at your neck; whimpers left your mouth at the pleasurable pain his teeth gave you, your hands moving to hold onto him by the back of his neck, pulling gently at the hairs at the nape.

Regulus added a second finger, pumping them faster while his other hand reached up to rub your clit in fast circles, pressing it occasionally to add pressure.

You could feel the familiar warmth building in the pit of your belly, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please, may I cum?” You begged, gripping Sirius’ hair tighter as you tried to fight off the feeling.

Sirius submerged from your neck, squeezing your waist, “not yet… sluts like you have to wait for it.”

You whimpered at his words, tears gathering in your eyes at the strain of holding it in, “please, sir, I can’t,” you tried begging once more, but to no avail; Sirius shook his head and gestured for Regulus to stop, which he did, but not without a displeased grunt.

Regulus pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the empty feeling and the fleeting orgasm having been stolen from you. You were about to turn your head to give Regulus a displeased look, but your cheeks were promptly grabbed by Sirius, his fingers squeezing a pout from you.

“What did tell you before?” he questioned with a raised brow.

“No whining,” you would’ve dipped your head if it hadn’t been for the hold, you found yourself in.

“Good girl,” Regulus praised as he stood to tower over you once more behind you.

“Good girl,” Sirius mocked, “she can remember simple instruction, but yet she still whines like a desperate little slut.”

“Don’t be so mean,” Regulus scolded, smacking Sirius’ hand that was holding your leg up, causing him to drop it.

Regulus leaned down to your ear before whispering, “don’t listen to him, darling, you’re doing so well, good girl.”

You turned your face, being level with Regulus, you connected your lips, tasting yourself on his lips and the sweet taste of him, breathing out a ‘thank you' before breaking apart.

Regulus just nodded with a smile, glad you understood his comfort, his hand finding home on the side of your waist Sirius wasn’t holding onto.

You felt Sirius’ hand back on your face, turning it to face him once more, “you know you can tell me if it’s too much, right?”

Your heart fluttered at Sirius checking on you, making sure that you were alright and happy with everything that was happening; you nodded in reply, looking into his eyes to show him that you meant it. Sirius smiled and leaned down to also be able to whisper in your ear, “good girl,” he whispered for only you to hear.

“Come, over here,” Sirius started guiding you towards one of the sinks in the lavatory, a large mirror hanging above the basin, your eyes meeting your own as Sirius pulled you further towards the image.

“Now look at that, such a pretty slut, it would be a shame if you don’t get the same view as us,” Sirius’ hand was stroking up and down the expanse of your back when you came to a halt in front of the shining mirror; Regulus followed suit standing on the other side of Sirius behind you. They were tall and intimidating – absolutely stunning, enchanting, causing all thoughts to leave your mind as you stared at them through the tall mirror; your stomach was filled with butterflies, accompanied by an ache created by the denied orgasm, your arousal was slowly dripping down your legs, but yet time stood still as you waited for one of them to do something, anything – you would let them do anything.

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch yourself get ruined like the filthy girl you are, understand?” Sirius was caressing your sides, but you knew it was as a decoy – his real purpose being freeing your shirt from being tucked into your plaid school skirt.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you voiced your understanding, but you looked to Regulus, unsure what he thought of this particular arrangement.

Regulus caught your stare, returning it with a soft smile and kiss to your temple, “it’s okay, pretty girl, I’ll wait my turn,” he said with a wink.

Regulus stepped in front of you, temporarily blocking your reflection in the mirror, but his reasoning soon became clear as he started undoing the buttons of your shirt, helping you out of it, exposing your bra-covered breasts to the eager boys.

Sirius’ hands trailed up your back finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it, the bra loosening and helped off by Regulus. Out of instinct, your hands went up to cover your now exposed chest, but Sirius was quicker than you and took a hold of your wrists, his arms on both sides of you. “Don’t turn all shy now - you were so desperate before, be a good slut,” Sirius was taunting you, but his words only made the ache grow even bigger causing a whimper to be ripped from your throat and your head to turn to look at him over your shoulder; you were only met with a mocking tilt of his head, whilst his hands brought your wrists behind your back, switching to hold them both with one hand.

“Move out of the way, will you Reg.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, his face contorting into one of disgust at Sirius using a nickname for him, but nevertheless, he complied, but not before leaning down and giving your lips a quick peck.

With Regulus no longer blocking the mirror in front of you, you could see the situation unfold clearly; Regulus was close but leaning casually against a sink strategically placed so he could look at you without being in the way of the mirror, his hands starting to work on the zipper of his black school trousers.

Your focus was back on Sirius when you heard the same sound of a zipper, but from behind you; Sirius was quick to pull his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his own trousers, the tip of his cock red and dripping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a couple of times, his head thrown back and a groan leaving his lips, his raven-colored hair falling in front of his face when his head fell back into place. You let out a breathy moan at the sight, enamored by his beauty and growing more needy and desperate by the second.

Sirius flipped your skirt up, the clothing piece rather useless as you were bare everywhere else; your focus was momentarily lost on Sirius’ face, therefore, leaving you unprepared for the slap that was landed on your ass, pulling a yelp from you, but leaving you no room to complain as he pushed himself inside you – the complaint dying on your tongue and replaced by a surprised gasp of pleasure. Sirius and Regulus’ eyes were locked on your face, memorizing the look and contortion of satisfaction, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the slight backward roll your eyes made

Sirius set a fast pace, keeping you up by your arms as he held them tightly behind your back, giving both himself and Regulus a perfect view of your breasts as they bounced on every impact.

Your moans and smalls squeals, accompanied by the wet slapping sounds filled the bathroom, the occasional grunt and moan leaving Sirius’ mouth.

A yelp broke through when Regulus used his free hand, the one not currently working himself closer to an orgasm, to reach forward and tug at your sensitive nipples – pulling, twisting and rubbing them, his eyes locked on your reactions; he smiled a pleased smile at the sounds you let out, your eyes finding his, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and hold his stare.

“You gonna cum, princess?” Regulus asked, giving your left nipple a particularly harsh pinch, your cunt pulsing and tightening around Sirius.

“Please, may I,” you pleaded, your eyes flitting between the two brothers, frustration building as well at the orgasm you were trying to hold off.

“Go on, milk my cock like the whore you are,” Sirius grunted, a low moan escaping as well as your cunt squeezed him once more.

Sirius moved his hips with a few hard thrusts, snaking his free hand to the front of your body to put pressure on your clit. Your breath stuttered, a gasp catching in your throat as a silent scream made its appearance, your orgasm rocking through your body, your cunt throbbing around Sirius. You spasmed as you tried, but failed, to topple forward, Sirius’ hands holding you too tight to let you fall.

Sirius moaned loudly as he reached his end, emptying himself in you, he stilled cock twitching. He rocked a couple of times, working you both through your orgasms before

he slowly pulled out, bending down to look at the way his cum dripped from you, muttering a small ‘gorgeous’ to himself. Rising to his full height, he kissed up your neck and your cheek while holding your body close to his, whispering small praises in your ear.

You were trying to catch your breath, your body twitching slightly at the sensitivity and the aftershock of the built-up release you had been keeping in for so long.

You were thrown out of your own thoughts and tiredness when you heard a moan coming from your side; Regulus’s head was thrown back as he tried desperately to finish himself.

You turned your head to kiss Sirius’ cheek as his head rested on your shoulder, before freeing yourself from his grasp to stand directly in front of Regulus. Grasping his face, you turned it down to look in your eyes as you leaned up to connect your lips with his in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. Your hand reached between your bodies as you took his cock from his hand, working it yourself; you applied pressure as you twisted and stroked with your hand at a fast pace. Regulus pulled away from the kiss to let out a stuttered moan as your thumb brushed over to sensitive slit, his hips working to match the pace of your hand.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, “let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Even though his tone was much softer than Sirius’ had been, it was still a command, to which you complied.

You sank to your knees, keeping your hand in motion, but replacing it with your mouth leading Regulus to his much-needed release.

His hands grasped your hair at the base of your scalp, holding your head still as his hips moved him through his release, his cum seeping into your mouth on your tongue and down your throat.

With the help of Regulus, you stood, met with the soft smile from Regulus and a gentle kiss on your lips from him. Sirius stepped behind you, holding your bra and shirt helping you put them on, turning you around to button the shirt up.

“Thank you,” you said, stroking his hair as Regulus stroked your hips from behind you.

“For what? This or the other thing?” Sirius smirked, your eyes rolling at his insinuation.

“Both, I guess,” you giggled making both boys chuckle, as Sirius finished off the last button on your shirt.

Your eyes scanned the floor, but the short search for your panties was unsuccessful.

“Uhm, where are my panties?”

Sirius smirked once more before holding the piece of clothing up but quickly pocketed it when you tried to reach for them. “Oh, I’m keeping these… as a souvenir.”

You rolled your eyes once more, but the smile was ever-present on your face.

“Again, thank you for this,” you breathed a content breath.

“I can’t say I wasn’t surprised, but if this is the price to be with you, I’m willing to pay it,” Regulus said, gesturing to Sirius as he said ‘this’, earning him a disgruntled ‘hey!’, though Sirius nodded in agreement.

“I’m interested in what’s to come.”

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