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treasureofmammon · 2 months

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(English isn't my native language, sorry for any mistake)

You asked for requests- well, lately, i can't take a MC who has many siblings (6-7) out my mind. They're at RAD, everyone getting ready for an important event. They get a call saying thay their eldest brother (who is kinda like Lucifer) suffered a car accident and all the siblings have to be there bc they don't know if he will make it. It went like

-you can't go, the event-

Mc:My brother was only 18 when our parents died and he had to take care of all of us, the company, and solve all the legal problems. I wasn't asking to go, I'm saying I'm going.

Anyway, you don't have to do it. Have a nice day/night ♡♡ drink water

I was feeling uninspired, but many of you gave me great ideas when I asked. Here is Anon's idea: an MC with a lot of brothers, their situation is similar to the Seven rulers of the Devildom, but then, a tragedy strikes.

🖤 It's not optional 🖤

👥️Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + Solomon + MC (gn!reader) + OG MC's family.

⚠️Warnings: Angst, parental figures, siblinghood (is that a word?), fluff. I took A LOT of creative liberty.

📝 Note: Anon, I hope that this is of your liking. It took me some time to actually write this one; it was a special and cute challenge. Thank you for sharing!

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You looked up to your bedroom's ceiling, feeling a sting in your stomach, an itch that doesn't go away, a rare premonition. You have always had those since you were a child, especially when something bad it's about to happen; but, for some reason, they've become stronger and clearer since you arrived here, in the Devildom.

Now you know beforehand when Mammon's "entrepreneur" adventures are going to fail, although to no avail as he does whatever he wants anyway. Or when Lucifer is getting so somnolent at his desk that he'll drop asleep and spill his coffee on the papers. Or when Satan is trying to get a special tome from his messy piles of books, making them fall and get trapped under thousands of them. Or when Beel is so hungry, he might destroy the kitchen or, worse, the whole house.

But none of those premonitions feel like today's. It's been days since your human world phone doesn't ring. Your oldest brother won't call. At first, you thought it was a relief since he has the horrible habit of calling you twice or thrice on the same day; but now it feels worrisome.

One day, you were secretly eating ice cream in the kitchen, and seconds later, you were in front of a group of intimidating and very hot men. And your brother knew. Of course he did. He just was so busy with work that he forgot to mentioned that he signed off your request for an exchange student program that you so much wanted to experience, and that he got a call that week that you were accepted. Obviously, none of you were expecting it to be in literal hell. And yet, he didn't mention it: not a warning, not a comment, not even a word.

As you feel yourself drowsy under the moonlight coming parted through your bedroom window, you remember your siblings. You know that your eldest brother wasn't always like that: a dictator, a nosy young man, a general in charge of his six little bratty siblings. No. He once was a refreshing young adult, responsible yes, but free. He would ride his motorcycle with his babe hugging him tightly on the back, and feel the sea breeze; or party in College and then wake up ready for a chemistry exam that he'd destroyed with a 100%; or organize a movie night at home on summer break with you all, piling up a bunch of pillows and bedsheets until you 7 had the living room completely transformed into a fort just to watch Mulan for the nth time that month.

But he changed. He changed that exact summer break actually: he left school, sold his motorcycle, broke up with his significant other and all that just to raise you, to raise all 6 of you. After all, he was barely 18 when your mom and dad died, and he had to take care of you all.

He could have called that day that you were inadvertently teleported to the Devildom, but he forgot because he had a stack of paperwork that he needed to finished before his boss (who, by the way, you like to call Mr. McCrankyPants since you were eight years old), threatened to fire him again.

As it sinks in, you feel your heart squeeze. You reach your human world cellphone, but it rings before you grab it. Your second eldest brother is calling you. The coincidence would have scared you before if it wasn't so regular now. So, with tranquility, you answer the phone and hear with attention what you already sort of knew: —MC?—, a sniff and a broken voice —Big brother was on a car accident—.

Lucifer calls you out: —No! No! You can't go to the human realm! I understand your situation, but Lord Diavolo gave us explicit orders to keep you safe in the House of Lamention, so I'm afraid we- —. You interrupt him with a defeated face, you look up to Lucifer and say honestly —You can't understand, do you Luci? After all, you're the oldest...—. You direct your gaze back to your suitcase, filling it up quickly with mainly clothes and some personal items.

—What do you mean?—, Lucifer asks. His brothers are all in the threshold of your bedroom door, watching you prepare to leave, hearing the discussion, setting the mood with their sadden faces.

—Because you've never had anyone to give his all for you. Rather, it's always you who carefully takes care of your brothers. But not the other way around... If you did have someone, you'd understand—.

Lucifer stays silent. Of course, he understands. Of course, he used to have someone, too. However, he won't say because, as of now, he looks at his brothers, all of them amazed by your words, all of them touched by your sensibility, all of them understandably empathetic.

So a long pause fills the house, until Mammon breaks the silence —I get it—, he says with a rare serious tone that always surprises his brothers —Let'em leave, it's until the matter it's settle, right?—. Lucifer sighs, —No, we have clear orders that...—. Annoyed, Mammon cuts out Lucifer's words: —Clear orders? The heaven with that shit, Lucifer. If it was ya, I...—, but Mammon shuts himself up, biting his lower lip.

—Mammon is right, but... how long is it gonna be?— Beel asks with a sad puppy face.

—Exactly, it might be way too long. It's better if you stay here and wait for news at home..., with us—, Belphie adds.

—We will be here for you, hon—, Asmo says with a worried face expression.

—You'll always have us for you, MC— adds Satan.

—And we can play video games to keep you distracted if that helps—, Leviathan suggests.

You close your suitcase and make your way out of your bedroom to the house's entry. The brothers don't stop you. They just watch. At the main door, Solomon awaits. —Solomon! If you take them there, I swear...— Lucifer shouts. Although Solomon ignores Luci as he places his hand gently on your shoulder and chants a spell.

—MC?— Asmo calls out for you one last time. You look back and smile at them.

— You know, boys? My brother was only 18 when our parents died, and he had to take care of all of us, get a crappy job, stop his studies, solve any legal problems, and pay the mortgage. Now he needs me. I wasn't asking for permission to go, I'm saying I'm going. It's not optional... Wouldn't you do the same for Lucifer?—. And with that, a blueish light surrounds you and Solomon in a circle, and before you know it, you're back in the human realm.

The hours at the hospital are dready boring. While your big brother sleeps in a coma, his lungs breathe artificially thanks to the machine at his left. You just sit at his side, although he's unconscious, you tell him all sorts of jokes and adventures from back in the Devildom. You thank him for his existence and pleading, you ask him to be strong. A roller coaster of emotions that has been going on for days now, not only for you but for all your other 5 siblings.

As for this right moment, you breathe in and out, grounding yourself like the nurse suggested, focusing on the stains on the hospital room's ceiling. Until you hear a familiar voice: —Have you tried with the healing spell I taught you?—. Quickly, you look back, —Satan?! No, everyone! What are you guys-—. But you don't finish your question, because this time is Lucifer who interrupts you: —We couldn't let you go unprotected, and worse, mad at us.—, he smiles sincerely and you feel as if half of your family was there now. A weight lifts from your shoulders and your eyes water. —Solomon, did you bring them here? Thank you—.

Solomon smiles: —Who knows? Maybe I did, or maybe I found them in the human realm already—, he finishes with a wink.

Worried, you try to ask them: —But without Lord Diavolo's permission...—.

—Doncha worry about it—, Mammon assures you and continues —So, have ya tried with Satan's spell?—.

You look down and pout, —Y-yes. But it didn't work—.

—I see...—, Lucifer says and then commands to his brothers —if that's how it is, then, everyone: you know what to do—.

Gently, Asmo holds your hand and helps you stand up from the uncomfortable chair; then, he places you in front of your brother's bed, with your back to them. That's when you feel it: 7 hands on your back. A warm energy suddenly runs through your body, and tears come down your cheeks. It's their magic powers being transferred to you briefly.

—Come on, MC— Solomon orders, watching from the side —... give it another try—.

Crying, you chant —May the vestiges of pain that linger within the person before me be eliminated. I am the one they call MC... Hear my command!—.

You sniff, tears escaping your pretty eyes, as you wait, expecting, praying to whatever there's to pray that it works. Only seconds, but they feel like eternities. Until your brother's eyes are finally open, although confused. You gasp thankful for the miracle, and you make a mental note to thank each of your 7 lovely demons and teacher. You know that you will reward each of them after. There will be time.

For now, you hold your big brother's hand tightly, looking at him as if he hanged the moon and the stars, crying of happiness. But all he says is: —MC? Why are you crying? Are you ok?—. As always, you're the priority in his mind.

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[Note; The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning this is fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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justatypicalwizard · 8 months

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 16

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2k

18+, minors do not interact

It was the weekend. You still didn't answer Shinazugawa, though, you took the phone number from him. You told him that when you'd know you would text him and meet somewhere. Not to drag any attention to your texts you just figured out you would use his personal phone number.

Now you were sitting in your room, doing nothing, groaning at not being able to make a decision. Your concerns were still the same, what if it would get out. But he said you should be more careful. But still, it could get out. You didn't have a clue on what to do and you also couldn't find any activity that would help you stop thinking about it.

Then, you got a text. Picking your phone up you learned that it was Tanjiro. Not the first time he was texting you something. Earlier he sent a few memes, asked how was your day and gave you some materials to help you get the things that you 'didn't know'.

Now he was asking whether you had plans for today. Seeking any type of distraction you wrote back that you were free. Soon you got a message back and the two of you agreed to go out.

You were supposed to meet with him in a cafe, not far from the park where an ice rink was located. You guys wanted to go ice skating. Because it was cold you were all supposed to gather in the said cafe.

Tanjiro told you that everyone would meet around 6 pm. At 5:50 you pushed the cafe door only to meet the cheerful boy. He was sitting alone by a big table. He waved to you and you came by.

''Hi Y/N!'' He stood up and not even asking hugged you lightly. Well, okay, guess that's just how you're going to greet each other.

''Hello Tanjiro, what's up?''

''Not much, happy you could make it. I could have told you earlier, I was afraid you wouldn't have time.'' He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

''Nah, I wasn't doing anything.'' You shrugged. ''I'm gonna go buy myself something.'' You pointed at the counter with a smile.

''Oh, okay.'' He also stood up but you didn't know why. ''What would you like?'' The blackhaired asked, opening a menu, displayed on the counter, in front of you.

''Um, I guess I'll take a...'' You scanned the text quickly. ''A hot chocolate, mhm, can't resist that.'' You nodded your head thinking about the sweet drink.

''Okay.'' Tanjiro smiled and put down the menu. ''One hot chocolate please.''

The man at the counter started to prepare the drink.

''Cash or card?'' Another woman asked.

''Cash...'' You just wanted to say that mut was interrupted.

''Card please.'' Before you could act, Tanjiro took out his wallet and paid for your drink.

You received the chocolate not long after and went back to the table.

''Why did you do that? I could pay for myself, you really didn't have to.'' You felt your cheeks go red.

''Oh, but I asked you out.'' He started in a careless manner. ''Are you angry about that?''

''No, just. It's so nice of you, I don't know how I deserve this.'' You laughed at your own stupid explanation.

''Oh, it's nothing, really.'' He put both of his elbows on the table, rested his chin in his palms and gave you a sweet, sweet look. In front of him, bathed in the warm, golden light, the chocolate looked bitter.

Coughing a bit you looked to the side. Even though Tanjiro was such an easy going person that everyone could talk to you felt somehow uneasy. Not so long ago he was a part of your complicated plan and now you two were sitting and chilling at a cafe.

''Have you ever ice skated?'' He asked, breaking the silence, which you were grateful for.

''No, not really.'' You answered.

''I can teach you then.'' He clapped his hands. ''It's easy.''

Oh god. Thousands of cringy scenarios flashed through your head. You would look so clumsy, so helpless. You could even harm yourself or him!

''Don't worry, I've taught Inosuke how to skate and believe me, he was not an easy pupil.''

The two of you chatted for a while as you drank your chocolate. You spotted something weird, no one more came. It was nearly half past six and neither of Tanjiros friends turned up.

''Maybe we can go to the ice rink now?'' The boy asked.

''Oh, but what about the rest? Weren't we supposed to meet here?'' You tilted your head.

''Oh, they won't be able to come until around eight.'' He gave you an innocent look. ''I should have told you. You were the only person that could meet earlier.''

Oh. So he asked you to come here two hours earlier on purpose?

You must have looked pretty dumbfounded because Tanjiro bit down on his bottom lip and looked past you.

''I'm sorry, do you find it weird of me?'' He asked.

''Um, I...'' You didn't know what to say. ''No, I don't.'' Really?

The blackhaired lighted up instantly.

''Oh god, that's good. I thought you would think I'm some creep. I was just bored and didn't want to sit alone, that's why I thought It wouldn't be a problem to meet as soon as we both could.''

Ah, so this is what he meant. For a short moment you had some weird thoughts about him potentially flirting with you but come on, he was just too pure to do something like that. Honestly it didn't make you any difference whether you came at six or at eight. With that you pushed those thoughts aside.

''Okay, we can go and try. Maybe I'll learn something before the rest comes.'' You giggled, picking up your stuff.

Both of you crossed the road and entered the pretty park. At night the street lights and the spiral like lamps placed alongside the path looked magical. The sky was clean so you could even see a few stars. The ice rink was close to the entrance so you both found your way there.

''Better leave your coat here.'' Tanjiro instructed you, undressing himself. ''Did you wear something warm like I told you?''

''Yes.'' You nodded. Earlier, he texted you to pick clothes that you could skate in without your coat so you dressed in thermoactive underwear. You also picked warm tights and a short skirt. On top of it all you put a large sweater.

After locking your feet in the massive skates you wobbly entered the rink. Instantly your hands found the barrier. You had the feeling that if you let it go your legs would split on their own.

The ice rink was empty. It was too late for kids to play and have fun and overall it was the biggest attending group.

''Here, you can hold onto me.'' Tanjiro offered you his hand as he entered right after you.

His pick of clothing was simple, yet fit him so well. He had black trousers and a well fitted, black sweater with a golf.

You shakily passed him your hand and he gripped it firmly.

''You won't fall, trust me.'' He said. ''Oh, and remember to keep your legs together.'' He winked at you, pulling you towards the ice rink centre.

''You bastard!'' Squeaking, you grabbed him with all your might. You didn't know whether you were more angry about what he said or what he did.

Well, nothing much happened. You felt that the ice beneath you was moving, or rather that you were moving on it. You felt the pressure on your skates but keeping them together wasn't so hard in the end. There was also someone holding onto you, gripping your waist in a comforting manner.

''See, you're skating!'' He cheered on you.

Looking up you spotted that his eyes were locked on you. He was riding backwards just to keep you steady and safe. You felt stupid yet good. It seemed that there was not a drop of insincerity in his words and actions. Everything he did was in the name of friendship.

''If you can call this skating.'' You bursted out in laughter. ''Okay, let me try on my own.''

''I'll be right next to you if you feel like falling.''

He slid his hands off you and you started to tremble a bit but you didn't let your fear stop you. Moving slowly, just like he showed, you started to skate on your own. Soon you were able to right straight and take a turn.

''So, is it really so difficult?'' Tanjiro asked.

''No, to be fair it's not.'' You told him.

Time passed as you skated slowly around the rink, Tanjiro occasionally showing you some tricks he knew. The hour passed quickly because you soon saw other figures entering the rink. Both of you pulled up to the people and greeted everyone. Nezuko came with Inosuke, Zenitsu, Aoi and Kanao also showed up.

The evening was pleasant. You got to talk to Zenitsu some more, learning he was an awkward ball of cuteness. Nezuko was extremely nice to you, telling you some funny stories involving Tanjiro. She was truly a sweetheart. Inosuke looked unhappy when you denied racing with him so he stuck to Tanjiro nugging him all the time. Aoi and Kanao didn't spend much time with you. They just strolled together, talking about something quietly.

The meeting came to an end when you all agreed it was time to go. Giving back the skates and grabbing your coat you stood at the park entrance with the rest. Tanjiro and Nezuko came last, talking about something quickly. bi

''We're heading back with Zenitsu.'' Aoi said before telling her goodbye to everyone. They all got in the car and took off.

''Okay, we'll head home with Inosuke. See you soon.'' Nezuko hugged Tanjiro before heading to her car.

''And why isn't he going.'' The loud Inosuke pointed at Tanjiro.

''I've told you we need to go to a few shops and Tanjiro doesn't have to come along.'' Nezuko started to drag Inosuke to the car but he was very eager to stay.

With Tanjiro's help they were able to put Inosuke into the car. When they left you turned to face the blackhaired.

''How are you able to put up with him for so long?'' You asked, laughing.

Inosuke looked so hung up on Tanjiro. He was mimicking the boy in many spheres, always ready to fight and battle him. It was funny but you were sure you wouldn't be able to last long with someone like that.

''I'm just used to it. I don't mind it really.'' He scratched the back of his neck. ''We're nearly like brothers.''

''Oh right, you said that he lives with you. Did he move here for college?''

''No, we were living together for a long time now.''

''What do you mean?''

''Well, Nezuko and I are orphans.'' Tanjiro started and you felt stupid for asking.

''You don't need to tell me about it if you don't want to.'' You waved your hands in front of him.

''I don't mind.'' He gave you a cheerful look. ''We lost our parents when we were young. At that time we also met Inosuke. It may be hard to believe but he was found in the forest as a kid, alone. The police believe that he lived for a few years with the boars and other wild animals. It's a miracle that he's alive. It was impossible to find his parents. Long story short we kept together through everything bad and now we treat him as a part of the family.''

So that's why he was so understanding of Inosuke's weird behaviour.

''That sounds... tough.'' You didn't know what to say really.

''It was, but now everythings better. We are all looking up to a bright future.'' He gave you a sweet smile.

''I'm happy to hear that. You're really strong Tanjiro.'' It kinda just slipped out of your mouth, but that's how you truthly felt about him.

''Thank you, but I'm just a casual guy, nothing special.'' A faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

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Sorry to all the readers that know how to ice skate!

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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I've got a lot going on at the moment when it comes to this blog so, to make it easier on myself and those of you who read my fics, I've decided to make a master post!

Friendly Reminders:

My blog is NOT meant for minors! My fics do contain smut and other adult themes even if it is not in every single chapter that I write, for that reason, MINORS DNI! If I find you following my blog or if you have no age posted on your blog, I will be blocking you!

PLEASE check the contents and (trigger) warnings posted at the beginning of each specific chapter just in case a chapter contains something you're uncomfortable reading.

I also really suck at summaries, sorry about that. Without further ado:

Breaking Point - College AU (Kiri plays hockey)

Starting college after a tragic event is hard to handle, as anyone would expect. It's why you mostly kept your head low and hung around by yourself. That didn't stop you from being a kind person though, offering your shower to the guy with bleach on his head when his roommates locked him out. A stranger that quickly wiggled his way into your life, and simultaneously, your heart.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Out of Order Smut Chapter

Along For The Ride

You accidentally marked that you'd be bringing a plus one to your snobby cousin's wedding and, rather than correcting the mistake, your best guy friend, Kiri tells you he'd go with you if you don't have a S/O or a date by the time of the wedding. When that wedding gets moved up, you're out of time, and before you know it, you're traveling to America with Kiri... on a private jet no less...

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

She Lit A Fire (ft. Dad!Kiri)

In an effort to outrun your past you were sitting on a park bench one warm evening, taking a short break from job hunting. You were trying to get out of the hero life but that didn't take away those instincts when you saw a little girl in trouble and no one around to help. You went to her, helped her find her father, and parted ways shortly after. But, you hadn't been able to get either of them out of your head for a whole week. When a villain attack has you hurtling down a valley, wreckage from the train you'd been on tumbling around you, a Pro Hero rushes to your aid, but, you didn't recognize the hero, you only saw the man who'd been terrified he'd lost his daughter that day in the park.

Part One | Part Two

Arrangements

Your parents had you in a quirk arrangement from the time you were a toddler. Strict rules were put on you, never being allowed to step a toe out of line. Monoma was a cruel match for you, belittling and manipulating you constantly meanwhile he wasn't held to the same standards. And that's what pushed you right into the arms of Bakugo. What started as a budding romance in your third year at UA quickly transformed into something greater. (Part two is coming soon)

Part One

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casiavium · 2 years

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from the preppy ghirahim anon: what personality/backstory/au/etc do you like for modern day ghirahim?

In a list because I have a lot lmao. College au is one of my favorite daydreams

I definitely lean my Ghirahim towards a preppy Regina George-Heather Chandler kind of Ghirahim, he's in charge on his own but eventually joins people with more power that just use him. Also a little Elle Woods, what, like, it's hard? He's both queen bee (on his own or with lesser minions) and ditzy bimbo companion (Demise and/or Ganondorf) to oversimplify it and feed into fandom stereotypes lmao. He's always in his Electra Heart era

I find the idea that Demise and Hylia are the divorced parents of Fi and Ghirahim hilarious. However I also like Ghirahim joined Demise as a "second in command" (read: sugar baby boytoy) and those two cannot work at the same time lmao so there's multiple universes in my head at once

I saw someone hc him as a art history major once. Absolutely. And he's damn pretentious about it.

Joins Demise path: He dropped out of college. It wasn't for him. Has a really high up position in Demise's crime cover company or whatever

Hylia is mom backstory: he gets a full on PhD in art conservation or archaeology but he's hella corrupt about it. Like selling priceless artwork to Ganondorf behind the scenes kind of thing

I personally don't particularly like the fashion designer route for him. I do like him doing modeling as a temporary career though and read a really good Ghiralink fanfic where he ran a fashion advice column for a newspaper

(Demise route) He's super smart but grows bored of school, he doesn't drop out because he's not good but because he's offered something better.

(Hylia route) Gets a job at the student tutoring center, despite being super rich and influential Demise is making him pay for school himself. Parties and shit? Who cares, he's not checking the credit card bill. Doesn't even know he's using it. Actual tuition? You're 18. You're an adult. Get out of my house. (Hylia covers Fi's tuition.) Link is s t r u g g l i n g and Zelda makes him get professional help and Ghirahim gets assigned him and he's just so bad it frustrates him. Link's not "bad" he's just unmedicated ;-;

Fi and Ghirahim give off forced to do ice skating/dance/gymnastics vibes so he quits that as soon as he's on his own, but maybe he joins the club sport for whatever he did to show off (he's way better than everyone else, except Fi)

Link's a year or two below him but they still have classes together because Ghirahim put his gen ed off until the last minute

Ghirahim was expected to join a fraternity (probably a legacy) but absolutely did not. Got into an academic one though

Link's in the one co-ed fraternity that's barely even Greek life on campus known for being nice (everyone else in the Knight academy is in it too) Link's in a bunch of clubs and stuff and has a completely different friend group from Ghirahim so no one even knows they're dating until he shows up to a formal event with him

I'll stop here because I'm tired but I think about modern au all the time lol

#ask #anon #Ghirahim #skyward sword #ghiralink #loz

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰

Chapter 1: The Archer & The Prey

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Pairings: dark!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 4,517

Warnings: sexual themes, kidnapping, stalking. (MUST BE 18+)

Summary: after the death of your mother, you decided that you were going to do something new to honor her. You chose a perfect camping spot somewhere down South. You thought it was going to be the life-changing vacation that you never had in your life, until Steve Rogers, a man existed in roughness and control all his life, found you.

a/n: this is the dark!steve rogers series that i have promised. this one is going to be much darker than the last one shot fic i posted, so please leave, if you are under 18+. please leave a like and comment. enjoy!

It had been a long time since you last went on a vacation. You had been taking care of your then sick mother, every day and barely got enough time for yourself between working your humdrum job as an accountant at Stark's Industries and rushing to the hospital every night to your mother to keep her company.

However, it's not your concern anymore now. You had just gone home from attending her funeral. It was bleak and wearisome. You had to deal with your family and friends who put on these fake, mournful faces and pretended that they were heartbroken when they never gave a shit when she was still alive and healthy. They barely took their time to visit her during her hospitalization.

Your mother was your best friend, the only person in your life who truly cared for you and took care of you during your childhood and teenager years, even after you were an adult, your mother still saw you as this little girl who needed some tending after she scrapped her knees.

You were a shy, delicate, and reticent person who kept to herself and didn't keep a lot of companion in your life. You had some classmates from high school and college that you still kept in touch with, you also had some colleagues that you would text with once in a while regarding professional matters.

However, you wouldn't consider them as friends, it wasn't about trust issues or anything severe, it was simply just who you are. You were an introvert who felt much more at ease when you are not surrounded by anyone. But your mother was the only exception, growing up as the only child of a single mother, it wasn't easy to simply let your guard down to anyone. You had learned that when you are alone, you felt less anxious and you'd like to keep it that way. Working at the Stark Industries rewarded you well but it was stressful enough as it is, you wouldn't want to add that pile of stress.

Now that your mother is gone, you've never felt more alone in your life. You walked into your apartment with hands buried in the pocket of your black coat, with your head down, you tried to hold yourself steady as you fumble for your key. You unlocked the door and you stepped into your home. You took a moment to take a deep breath and took a look at your surrounding. You felt helpless. So you took off your coat, went into a shower, and broke down into tears.

You dried yourself off later that night and put on your favorite oversized sweater, you call it your "pity sweater", you've had it in your closet since you were fifteen and every time you hit rock bottom, like the time when you first received the news that your mom was terribly ill and she only had a few more months to live, you decide that to drown yourself in your own self-pity party and of course you'd wear the right outfit to celebrate it.

You laid on your bed later that night, under the opacity of your room, trying to numb the pain by ingesting some sleeping pills, but it didn't help, your eyes are still wide open and you can still hear the resonance of your muffled sobs. Slowly but surely, the seconds turned into minutes, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep, drifting away into the land of dreams.

You are running in the middle of a dark forest, being chased by the wolves with their cuspidate teeth glistening in the murk threatening to devour you. They were running faster than the wind, you were having trouble of trying to outrun them, you felt your energy started to dwindle down, your feet got weaker and cold sweats started to break out of your skin. You were so fixated on running that you didn't realize one of the wolfpacks had caught onto your dress, it was torn away from you and you tripped and your back hit the ground. The last thing you saw was a blue-eyed wolf, gritting its fangs, staring deep into your eyes, with its face closer and closer to yours then everything went black.

The next day, you went back to your work, as usual, your boss, Tony Stark had been generous enough to offer you to take a day off, you refused it at first because if you were left alone one more second doing nothing productive, your mind would start to wander to your mother and you would end up having another breakdown on your kitchen floor. So you had to distract yourself, get your gloomy mind off the tragedy that had befallen on you. Your only escape was work.

It's not like you would hit the bar and order some drinks, it wasn't your thing. It would trigger your anxiety the minute you step foot on the door. To be at peace, all it needed was the companion of your romance novels and some hot chocolate. The concept of dressing up and going home shit faced is a foreign idea to you. It would absolutely be madness if you risked your own comfort zone just to end up in a stranger's car and not remembering a single event that happened last night. Your mother always warned you about being reckless and talking to strange men.

She would always say; "you have to be careful, y/n, there are men who are steadily seeking their next prey. They would lure you into their charm and capitalize on you in their bed. And the next thing you know, you are 4 weeks pregnant and you are going to have to carry that tiny life inside you and raise it on your own."

That's how you were born into this world, actually. You never knew who your father was, and nor did your mother. She was only 23 when she decided to live her life and savor her youth. She was a brilliant young woman who was supposed to have a long, bright future ahead of her. She had graduated from college with a psychology degree and one night, she decided to break out of her shell and accepted her roommate's invitation to go to a party. Little did she know, that party was going to turn her life upside down, forever.

She still walked away with a degree, but there wasn't an ounce of bright future left for her. She had this frail life in her belly depending on her to keep it alive. She had gone to her parents and asked for their help, but they abandoned her. They were filled with rage when your mother told them the jaw-dropping news. They were disappointed in her for being so stupid and negligent. They had high expectations for her. So when your mother begged for their forgiveness, they told her to leave their home and never show her face ever again instead.

Hence, you never knew your grandparents too well either, your mother had shown you some pictures of them, the ones that she still had despite never talking to them again, but she spoke wonderfully about how they raised her right despite their strictness and their unwavering push on her to do better. Your mother was anything but. She took care of you with gentleness and she decided that she didn't want you to live in fear of your own mother.

You loved her more than anything in life. Your mother was your whole world, the one who cured all the rainy days and gave you a secure home when the hurricane in your life was too mighty. Your world was crushed, burned, and taken away when she died. You had to be your own person now.

So you decided to take on Tony's offer of letting a week off. He told you that you need to take your time to mourn and that he didn't need you to be operating his finance when your head was clearly not in the right place. You went home early that day and make yourself some lunch.

You sat on your couch with a bowl filled with cereal in your hands, watching the rerun of Friends. It was the episode where they were going on a ski trip but Phoebe's car broke down. You loved this series and each episode always gave you a good laugh even when you don't feel like it.

It struck an idea in you, what if... You decided to go on a vacation instead of limping around in your apartment, wallowing in self-pity? Maybe it's time for you to get out of your comfort zone and do what might be best for you. It's going to be new and different and scary for sure, but you might never know if you never try. This might help you find yourself and your own inner peace. Your mom would want that for you. She used to always talk about wanting to go camping, especially when she was sick.

She said, "you know when all of this is over and I'm finally free out of this condition, I wanna go camping in the middle of the woods."

You looked up from the book you were reading, with a chuckle you amused her. "Camping, mom? Really? Never knew you were a nature person."

"Oh, I am sweetheart, I used to go hiking and climbing and skiing when I was young. I never really had that chance anymore now that I am older." She lied, she would never say it was because she had to have you that she couldn't go on all these adventures anymore. "The only problem now is that I have to endure this pain a little longer then we can explore the world as long as we want, dear." She chuckled, but her cough interrupted it.

You put down your book on your thighs and immediately reached out her hand.

"Mom, you are gonna get better, I promise. You have to."

You decided to google some camping spots that might intrigue you, you weren't looking for anything opulent or temerarious, just enough to clear your mind off the gloom and to invigorate the spirit in you to go back to work. Maybe, you'd try to meditate in the middle of the woods, yeah, you've always wondered about that, would it really be effective? This might be the time to discover the answer. You can picture it, the fresh air encompassing you, the sound of the birds chirping as if they were welcoming you, and there wouldn't be a single soul that could intrude your solitude.

After doing some research, you decided that you have found the perfect spot. A green-covered land somewhere down South, you did a little deeper digging into its whereabouts, and you took a screenshot of it and bookmarked the page.

That night, you started to feel like the match inside you was lit. After days of being engulfed in grief, you started to feel hope, just a sheer of it. But it was enough to make you feel like you weren't so lost and hopeless. You decided to have an early night after you finished watching Friends and get yourself some rest. You are going to wake up early to pack and prepare yourself to leave this godforsaken town for a few days. You were excited to see what tomorrow holds.

The next morning, you took a shower and got yourself ready. You had packed just enough to last a few days in the woods. You brought your camping tent with you, the one your mother had bought but never actually got to use it. You put your travel bag in the trunk of your car and you sat on the driver's seat to heat up the engine.

You put on some relaxing Jazz music to console your ears and to prevent your thoughts from drifting to your mother. You were going to focus on the roads and what was waiting ahead of you. The soft hum of the engine soothed you. You were savoring the crisp air of Autumn. Fall was your favorite season, the way everything seems chill and slow, it wasn't loud and harsh like summer, but it does feel like a faint new beginning in a way, like the transition of the 5 am sky, from dark hue midnight sky to a luminous royal blue.

You had the windows rolled down as the wind wafted your skin. You were dressed in your cotton knit cream sweater and a knee-length denim shorts. You had taken a quick stop at the nearest Starbucks outlet to get a cup of hot chocolate. You weren't exactly a coffee type of person. You didn't exactly get what makes people so addicted to it. You didn't like the still remaining taste despite pouring three packets of sugar on it. You loved the hot chocolate because sweetness always enlightened your mood. Your mother used to make you a glass of hot chocolate when you were groggy or when you were anxious. You guess it sticks with you no matter how old you are.

A few hours down the road, the temperature started to rise, you can feel the sticky sweat clinging on your skin cloaked under the thickness of your sweater. You stopped by the gas station to fill in your tank, you were back on the road after you bought some snacks. Not only your car that needed to be loaded, but your stomach also did.

You finally arrived at your destination. You had to drive down some uneven roads that bounced all your items inside and you were feeling a bit nauseated after hours of sitting on the driver's seat and the coarse path. But when you finally reached the spot that you found on the internet, it was worth it. You forgot all the hindrances that you had to endure to get yourself here. The pictures that you saved on your phone didn't do justice to the real scenery.

The land was surrounded by nothing but pine green circling around you. The trees were tall, venerable, and benignant. You could hear the sound of the waterfall coursing through the river and it was a picturesque sight. You took a deep breath to inhale the fresh air. For a second, you forgot what you were here in the first place, you relished the stunning mother nature before you.

But then a picture of your mother, smiling emerged into view. You remembered the look on her face when she talked about all the travel plans she had when she recovers. She never had that chance, and it tore you to pieces, again. The thing about losing someone you love the most is that no matter how many good things you have throwing themselves on your way, the pain doesn't just vanish into thin air. It leaves and comes back every once in a while. It gives you space to breathe and to collect yourself and then when it knows you've walked long enough in the light, it comes back to haunt you, reminding you that it never really left.

But you tried to focus on the present, you can't make your mother come back or travel back in time to keep her alive, so you were going to cherish this moment for her. You were going to feast on this fleeting tranquility that you have.

You stood there until you felt like you were jaded for being on your feet for too long. You went back to your car to take your tent and try to set it up. You had to look that up on the internet too, to get it standing perfectly. After what feels like your thousandth attempts, you were glad that it finally relented and let you use it as a makeshift home.

By the time you were done, it was already afternoon. You decided that you were going to take a look around the woods, you weren't going to just stay in one spot, you still had a few hours until it goes dark and of course you weren't going to be stupid enough to wander around the forest that you had never been to after dusk.

You decided you were going to just walk in nearby areas. You were terrified of getting too far, you might end up lost and couldn't find your way back. You only brought your cellphone that was practically useless because you couldn't find any signal there, but you still needed it to take pictures. You also decided to take a bottle of water with you. Quenching your thirst is essential in a journey through the woods.

You kept on walking while stopping once in a while to capture what you find stunning. You were so lost in looking for your next shot to snap, you didn't see the edged branch that was tapered pointedly until your skin grazed against it, causing a deep, painful cut on your left thigh. It was so piked that it left a horizontal shred on your knee-high shorts too.

You dropped your phone to the soil and yielded a high pitched squeal. It reminded you of the traumatic incident in kindergarten, where you were playing chase and run with a classmate, and you stumbled on a hard rock that left a permanent scar on your right knee.

You fell on the ground because you couldn't withhold the agony any longer. You try to stop the bleeding by ripping a piece of your torn jeans, even though it required some struggle. You did not want to let it get infected. You bandaged the crimson wound and you sat there for a few minutes to calm yourself down. You held yourself back on your hands pressed to the soil, you didn't care that it was going to get dirty, you just needed to find a comfortable position until you decide that you were strong enough to return to your tent.

Little did you know, your shriek had invited an unwanted presence. No, no, not the spooky kind. More like a starving wolf that you saw in your dreams a couple of nights ago, with spiked tusks ready to hunt its prey.

So much for thinking that this would be the best vacation of your life...

Steve Rogers had been living in this enormous cabin in the woods all his life. He was raised by his parents whom his grandparents trusted to take care of the cabin. When his grandfather died, he left it to his parents as his inheritance. His father used to teach him hunting and his mother used to teach him how to cook. They taught him a lot of things to survive living in the woods. It wasn't an easy life, they had to get things done all by themselves.

They had to work hard to get their basic needs. They had to habituate themselves in being isolated. It wasn't a difficult thing for Steve because he was always a lone wolf who was vigilant towards his privacy, but a part of he couldn't help but wish that he had someone to take care of. Someone he could keep to himself. Someone who he could call his and his only. Someone who he could... possess. He didn't feel lonely, no, he loved being alone. He loved his autonomy. But he was only a man after all and man has needs. When he was feeling needy and jerking himself off wasn't just doing it anymore for him, he would often go to the city, an hour drive was all it took to get to the nearest brothel house.

Whenever he walked into the door of that ranch, his steps were heard loud and clear and his presence was witnessed effortlessly. It wasn't difficult for a man like him to spend hours in the bordello, his stamina was ceaseless and, let's just say that he was an... ingenious man. He understood a woman's body and what it desires. He wasn't afraid to use his skill and his expertise to fulfill his appetite and his subject. Oh, and how he could take his time to satisfy each one of these ladies.

But whenever he was finished, he would return home with this feeling of void, yes his physical thirst was quenched and his cock wasn't painfully hard anymore that it hurt, at least he got to release the tension that would've left him high and dry if he hadn't fucked some pussy, but there was still something missing. He still hadn't found that one thing he could domineer within the privacy of the woods. The brothel provided private rooms for their customers for sure, but nothing was more pleasant to him than being in his own private quarters, and the thought that these women he had a good time with weren't exactly his, bored him.

He was fatigued by the fact that they have slept with other people too. It's not like he had some sort of attachment to any of them, but that just reminded him of something he still couldn't find. He needed to make a quick move. He was a determined man, once he set his mind on something, he will do whatever it takes to obtain it. And once he found that one girl that he knew would be his favorite possession, he would take her without a second thought and he would make her his.

He drove his beatdown truck back into the woods, the deserted road had become too familiar to him to turn on the beam headlights. He cleaned himself off under the boiling hot water, wipe away the droplets of water that were clinging to his slightly tanned skin, after years of hunting in the middle of the day where the sun was scorching hot and he never bothered of covering every inch of himself up, nobody was going to see him after all.

Later that night, he dropped himself on to the mattress without being bothered to put on any coverups. He always slept nude. It started drizzling outside when he decided that he was going to call it a night. He was going to go hunting tomorrow, so he needed to gather all his energy to make sure he wouldn't miss his target on the day. So he shut his eyes away and drifted into unconsciousness.

The next morning, he woke up precisely at 7.30 am and gathered all his hunting tools. He had his rifle and his bullets with him. Although he didn't really need much because he had been doing this his whole life, he almost never missed a shot. He was patient enough to observe his target, and he calculated his next move meticulously. He put the rifle near his nose then he waited until he knew his shot would be hit exactly between the target's eyes. Then bam! Within a matter of seconds, it ceased to breathe. Then he put the lifeless creature into his sack.

The day was still young and he decided to repose and chugged down half of the water container. When he felt energized enough, he decided to hike a little farther into the outer parts of the woods. He packed up his rifle and his water container along with his deceased prey.

That's when he heard it. An earsplitting squeal. His senses were alert enough to measure the direction of where it came from. His pace was accelerated towards it. He didn't halt until he saw a tiny, cotton-knit wrapped figure, reclining on the muddy ground, bandaging what seemed to be her wounded thigh with a piece of ripped jeans.

He stood there behind a giant tree, leaning on his arm against it, and observed the sight before him. A young, beautiful girl who didn't look any older than 25, she looked in distress. Her hands were dirty of mud. She seemed unaware of her environs.

She kept mewling in pain, he didn't know how she got the wound, although he could put it in his head that with the phone that was lying next to her, the screen still on display, and next to her head was a very twinged branch, he could put the math together and theorized that she was too starstruck by the sceneries in this woods, just like any other local tourist would, that she didn't notice the poked out, nature-made shank.

But he was entranced by the sight before him. She was really pretty, the kind of beauty that makes you want to keep your eyes on nothing else but her. Like the constellation had aligned, burst into flames, landed on the Earth, and gave birth to a woman. It was divine and striking, in the most heartwarming way.

He wasn't standing too far away but it was enough to not alarm her. The benefit was that he could keep ogling as long as he wanted. About twenty minutes had passed and she finally decided to get on her feet. She picked up her phone and pat her hands together to brush off the remnants of the dirt that were still clinging to her palms. Her sweater was slightly tarnished but she didn't seem to bother stroking it off. She walked to the other direction. She was limping but she held herself straight.

She finally halted at the place where there was a tent, illuminated from the inside, and there was a car. He learned immediately that, that's where she was staying. The usual tourist spot. He didn't see anyone else with her. She seemed to be camping alone.

That was odd, usually, couples, a group of high school kids, or families camp together. He was always irked by those intruders who occupied the land. They luxuriated from nature, but how did they pay her in return? By littering the surface and leaving junk all over the site. They didn't even bother gathering them in one place so that it would be easier for the Foresters to pick them up.

Poor girl, he thought. She must be really lonely to go out here alone. People don't choose these woods to have 'alone' time. They usually choose the libraries or the Bahamas, if they want to go a little extravagant. This girl mustn't know a lot about camping too, from the way she set up her tent, it looks slightly rumpled, it could still keep her safe though, well not too safe, now that he's here. But at least she wouldn't be soaked if it rains.

Her car was parked right behind the tent, it was a simple pearl white Chevy Spark. She seemed to travel light. He couldn't see much through the tinted windows, but he had seen giant truck cars and jeeps that were overweight with travel bags more than necessary. He memorized all the details of the setting and made a fixed resolution on his mind.

He is doing some hunting tonight...

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