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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 11) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~On a roll so multi-upload for this story! Don't worry, bunny ears will get a multi-upload day to compensate. However there will be no uploads on Wednesday and Tuesday, post about that later. Also this is a very back and forth chapter, I'm so sorry for that!~

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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama. Possessive behaviour. The suit stays ON

The lights seemed too bright as you opened your eyes, groaning against them and looking around as you tried to orient yourself. Ears attuning to the sound of beeps and machines whirring, people walking and talking just outside of where they were fully clear. The white tiled ceiling staring back at you. Sitting up slowly, you winced, noticing an IV in your arm, attached to some form of fluids, quickly glancing at the bed told you that you were in some form of hospital bed. Heart pounding quickly and making the monitor besides you jump erratically, summoning a nurse who was passing by.

"You're awake, excellent! I-"

"What have you put me on?" You ask, glancing at the bag, the nurse smiling as she realised that you were probably a little confused.

"Saline and iron, now you-"

"Any medications? I can't be taking any medications." You said, making the nurse sigh slightly, her smile remaining in place however as she shook her head slightly.

"You were dehydrated and anaemic, so only fluids and iron. I'm surprised you came around so quickly honestly!" She giggled like it was meant to be some joke, but you just stared at her. Making her shift uncomfortably after a moment as you upheld it. Maybe your time with William had changed you more than you cared to admit.

"Now, I'm going to grab the doctor and some forms, as we need to have them filled out now you're awake. Your insurance should cover all this for sure!" The nurse smiled, your eyes watching her as she scooted out of the room. As soon as she was out of sight, you reached behind the monitors and pulled out some wires that looked important, the machine switching off and stopping the infernal beeping, pulling the attachment from your finger and hissing as you pulled the IV from the crook of your elbow. Folding your arm up to put pressure on it and reduce the bleeding.

You weren't going to stick around, you had to figure out where you were. Where Michael and Elizabeth had gone. Where William was. Your eyes welled up as you recalled how feral he'd looked with the bridle on, forcing him to compliancy, and you made a promise to yourself that you would rescue him from whatever hell he'd been placed into next.

Looking around, you eventually found a tiny locker next to the bed, wrangling it open and finding your clothes, you got dressed quickly, discarding the paper thin hospital gown and feeling more comfortable in your own clothes. Sticking your fingers in your pockets, you frowned as you felt some paper in there, pulling it out and unravelling two fifty-dollar bills and a note, reading the elegant looping handwriting carefully.

'I'm sorry you might not know where you are. I dropped you off far away so you could give yourself a new life, and some money for your troubles. -Elizabeth Afton'

Pulse racing, you shoved one of the bills and the note into your pocket, glancing out of the door to the room before padding quietly down the hall. Realising that you needed some things if you were going to go and find Afton. Nobody questioned you, or where you had come from, but you headed straight for the hospital shop. Picking up a pair of cheap, thin shoes, some socks, a soda and a sandwich, paying for them quickly before you put the shoes and socks on.

Now to figure out where you were.

Michael swung his foot forwards and felt his face splitting into a grin as William doubled over, yell muffled as he doubled over in pain. Unable to stand or use his arms to block it as he was bound. And the bloody baseball bat in the corner, splinters missing from it with the force which it had hit him, was another good reason.

His son had been taking sick pleasure over the past few days with torturing him, unable to feed, unable to heal and unable to talk or bite back. Years of vexations and pain was being poured back into him, and William had begun to believe he almost deserved it. Mike grabbed his head and made him upright again, greenish grey eyes staring at him with pure hatred behind them as he smirked. The same cruel look he'd seen so many times on his son's face when he bullied Evan to tears.

"You're not so big anymore are you? God I remember how you used to fucking belt me for making Evan cry." Mike laughed bitterly, receiving a glare from William, he hated being unable to bite back at his brat of a son. To retort and make himself big again, William Afton was not the kind of man who did well with feeling small.

"But then...you come home, changed. You start wearing sunglasses more, refusing to eat dinner with us. I thought; 'perhaps he's getting so blackout, his liver might go'." Mike continued, picking up a switch-blade from the floor and raking it down William's skin, listening to the muffled hisses, the air rushing through his nose as he desperately tried to hold onto air. "And then...I happen to be there when you come home. You looked so pissed. Desperate even."

Placing the point against William's shoulder and driving it in, he watched his father squirm and shout against the plate that meant he couldn't speak. The same plate that he'd used on him more than once to 'teach him a lesson'.

"Do you even remember what I tasted like? When you almost tore me apart? How long did you wait after you snapped my neck?" He asked, driving the tip in further as William screamed, Mike's face contorting into a scowl as it didn't reach deep enough for his liking, leaving the blade in his shoulder and examining his bloody hands.

"Did you realise that Evan and Lizzie were home?"

Chuckling, he smacked the hilt of the blade, making William wince and try to pant as it scraped against bone in his shoulder before Mike pulled it free, flicking the worst of the blood off to one side. Head tilting to one side slightly as he laughed, a bitter sound as he examined the line-up of tools he had against the wall, deciding which one was next to test out.

"I guess I can thank you for one thing, father. You always hated me, because I was cruel like you. And now...now you're the one who can't stop me." He sneered as he picked up a crowbar, feeling the heavy weight in his hand before he swung it violent at William's head.

You'd managed to figure out where you were once you made it outside the hospital. Moving quickly as you heard a tannoy system activating inside and garbled words that you assumed meant 'missing patient' seemed to send everybody inside into a frenzy. Scarfing down your food as you walked, you headed straight for a bus-stop. Looking through the list of destinations with a frown, finishing off the last bites as a bus pulled into the stop. Moving out of the way to allow people off and on, you studied the route map intensely.

"Where are you headed love? Maybe I can help?" The driver asked, making you jump slightly as you looked at him, barely glancing back to the route before making your mind up. Elizabeth might have taken you some way, but you were running on determination.

"Hurricane. I was visiting a friend and caught a lift up, but now I need to make my way back." Not technically a lie, but the driver nodded as he hummed for a moment, pulling out a map book and running his chubby fingers over the pages before he turned back to you.

"You want the four-twenty-seven bus. It'll take you one city over and from there, you'll have to ask again." He offered and you smiled, nodding your thanks as you took a seat at the stop. The digital clock on the wall ticking by all too slowly as the bus departed, counting down precious minutes.

You somehow knew that you had to make it to Freddy's. William had an unhealthy obsession with the place, and something in your gut made you think of the ghost children, how they seemed afraid of Afton. The thought made your stomach sink into your chest, not wanting the sickening revelation that popped into your head to be true.

A cold burst of air next to your arm caught your attention, and you glanced down at where it had touched. Frowning as you saw nothing there and turning your attention back to the clock.

'Do you...really want to save him?'

The tiny voice was almost impossible to hear, but you recognised it deep in the back of your mind. You offered your hand silently to the open space and felt the cold touching it after a few moments. Mulling over your words.

"It's complicated." You answered, looking roughly where you would expect a child to be sat before returning your gaze to straight ahead. Wondering how the ghost had managed to follow you to a town three hours away from the restaurant. But it sounded weak, like it was trying to talk through a string-phone across a campsite.

'Didn't...he..hurt..you?'

"Yes... But I just...I'm used to him now. It feels strange to go without him. There are moments when he's almost human again." Explaining to air, you felt the cold moving up your arm and moving your hair slightly, the faintest touch as you kept your eyes focused on the floor before the sensation disappeared, releasing you from it's spell and making your heart pound as you wondered what was going on to force the spirits out to find you.

"Mike, he's not going to get his punishment if you beat him to a pulp before we go through with it." Elizabeth tutted, looking at the bloody floor and the distinctly slightly mis-shapen body of her father. Mike was coated too, dropping the crow-bar from his grip and watching William's fingers twitch as his nerves continued to fire, trying to repair himself even now. Sighing, he wiped his face with his forearm, taking off some of the sweat before he turned to his baby sister.

Elizabeth's face was starting to become lined with age, her hair tied back into a pony-tail and secured with a red ribbon that made Mike smile slightly. The same way she had loved to wear it as a kid, some things would never change.

"Sorry Lizzie, I just..."

"I know Mike...But you've got to remember what we're doing this for." He nodded as Elizabeth reached out her hand cautiously and held his in hers. Looking at her father as he twitched and groaned, despite the fact that any human who had sustained that much damage would certainly be dead. It was hard for her to keep reminding herself that he wasn't human. The proof was in the fact he looked the same as he did almost forty years ago, let alone the blood spilt in his name and by his hands.

He lost the right to be human when he'd almost killed Charlie Emily.

If it hadn't been for the stranger walking past, Charlie would never have been found in that back alley, body wrapped under the security puppet that Henry Emily designed. She was alive, barely. And Elizabeth had always made sure once she was grown that there was a mysterious benefactor for the Emily family, alongside Mike. They felt responsible for the fact that Charlie was wheelchair bound, that her father never got the solace to know that her attacker was brought to justice.

It always turned Elizabeth Afton's stomach that nobody knew it was her father who had done such a thing.

But it was all going to end. The remaining Afton siblings were going to end their father's reign of terror, and perhaps bring peace to whatever afterlife there may be that he was rotting in hell. They had spent years tracking him down, biding their time.

They knew he would revert to his true nature eventually.

"Go get the suit please Mike. I'm sure dad's well acquainted with what the insides look like, he'll be staring at them for a long time to come." she breathed, and Mike nodded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before he wandered off into the restaurant, looking for the final piece of the trap that had been set.

The closer you got the Hurricane, you felt the cold air around you increasing. You treated it like a person, your hand often dangling open at your side as you walked between buses and stations, feeling the cold air engulfing your hand as if the small child had taken a hold of your hand, holding you close in case they got lost.

It was dark by the time you made it into Hurricane, and you had the bus drop you off near to William's house. Still having to walk a way down the side of the road as you approached the house, seeing the lights all turned off and leaving it looking dark and ominous.

His car was still in the drive, and you felt grateful that you'd had some experience driving it. Heading inside, you were somewhat surprised that the door was unlocked, but you headed inside and found some old cardboard boxes. Looking around as you tried to figure out what in his life was important.

Time was running out.

'Do you need help?'

You'd almost forgotten about your silent friend, and you nodded. The cold moving up your arm and making you sharply inhale, spluttering as your lungs burnt with cold for a moment before it felt like one side of your body was filled with pins and needles. Blinking rapidly as your arm raised up by itself and your hand moved, clenching and unclenching as if testing out the movement.

'Sorry if this feels strange'

"You're alright. Thank you for helping." You said softly, allowing yourself to walk around and be poked into the right directions by the ghost sharing your body. It was a strange sensation, like your body had fallen asleep on one side and even though you were aware you were moving, you weren't doing it fully consciously. But whoever was sharing your body seemed to know William well, picking out what they deemed to be the most important and placing them into the box sort of haphazardly for your more 'awake' side to sort out and pack neatly.

"Are you...An Afton?" You asked, the side of your body being controlled pausing for a moment, the cold washing over you as you felt the question forming in your mind.

'Evan'

"Mike's your brother? That means William's your dad, right?" The little voice fell silent again as it slowly controlled your hand again, picking up things and placing them with a little more care into the boxes you dragged around the house.

'I know how you feel...Mike hurt me and..I still love him.'

"Mike hurt you?" the surprise evident in your voice as you almost felt a mental nod, Evan's hand nervously picking at itself through you and you watched it with some sadness. Like he was too nervous to talk about it, but finally summing up the courage.

'He didn't know what happened to him. He came in, and he was scarier than usual. He grabbed Lizzie first, and she didn't make any noise... it was strange. And then he grabbed me...it went all warm and fuzzy, even though I was cold.'

Mike's ability had been used on his siblings. You felt a pang in your chest as you felt some relief that at least it hadn't been painful for Evan, you knew all too well how easy it was to slip under when Mike bit you.

"Then how come you can move Fredbear?" You asked, curiosity piqued as you watched Evan putting some books into the boxes as well as boxes filled with blue-prints and metal pieces.

'Mike panicked. He put me in Fredbear, made it look like an accident so nobody would ask too many questions.'

"That's horrible!"

'I still love him...does that make me a bad person, miss?' You paused as he asked the question, wondering what he meant before the tiny voice continued 'My mom used to say that only bad people love people who've done bad things.'

"You're not a bad person Evan, you love your brother. He's...He's got issues, and I don't blame him for that. He hurt me too. Do you think I'm a bad person?" You asked, feeling the mental head-shake from the ghost as you shrugged, admittedly one sidedly. "Then how can you be a bad person."

Evan remained silent this time, moving slowly to help point out important items, and giving you full control back of your body as you loaded up the car with the boxes. Grabbing William's keys and locking up the house, you hoped that it would still be there, waiting for him to come back when you'd done. Adjusting the seat and mirrors, catching a brief glance of something blurry in the reflective surface as you adjusted them, but you started the car, carefully driving it towards Freddy's.

Pulling up behind the building, you didn't notice any other cars nearby but you made sure to park in the most out of the way spot you could find. The cold air that was Evan's ghost had disappeared the closer you got to the place, and you felt your heart pounding a nervous tattoo under your skin as you faced the building for only the third time in your life.

As you went to open the door, you almost screamed as the face of a plush purple rabbit pressed against the glass, waving slowly, making you wave back before it pushed open the door with stiff movements. You guess Evan had gone inside and told the others to play nicely, though you weren't entirely sure about it.

'Is she really coming to save him?'

'She likes him. Don't you remember having crushes and you wanted to do anything for them?' Evan's tiny ghostly voice would have made you blush and smile if you weren't hyper aware of any movement potentially alerting the Afton siblings of your presence.

Heading further into the dark, you trod carefully. Something acidic hitting your nose and making you pause as you felt your shoe press into something wet on the carpet. Breathing deeply before you paused.

Gasoline. They were going to burn down the pizzeria.

Moving quickly, you heard the heavy thumps of animatronics moving about before a movement caught your eye and you ducked behind a pillar on the wall. Seeing the handsome, angular features of Michael Afton in the low light, he looked around almost casually. You realised that the strong smell of gasoline offered you some protection from his senses, but you weren't willing to push it. Shuddering as he wiped blood from his hands against his t-shirt that he's changed into, sniffing and scrunching his nose in distaste as the scent in the place. Rolling his shoulders before he began to walk off into the dark again, allowing you to slip down the corridor that he'd come from.

Your feet were quiet against the tiled floor, listening and quietly testing each door you came to. Opening the door where you had hidden with William, seeing Fredbear's suit in the corner, blank eyes staring into your soul as you slipped inside. Carefully, you picked up the head, cradling it carefully before you listened for the sound of the heavy animatronic feet passing by.

Opening the door, you saw Foxy glaring at you, hook raised slightly as if he was about to swing before seeing you carry the golden Freddy head in your arms.

"I-I don't know if you can understand me, but you need to escape. They're going to burn the building. Can you take Evan and this key," whispering as you fumbled with they key set, taking off the Afton house key and gently placing it on his hook before holding out the head tenderly. "and let his show you where to go? You'll be safe there. I promise to come back for you."

The animatronic whirred and clicked, metallic parts struggling to move for a moment before Foxy's jaw opened and snapped shut, making his head wobble back and forth in a pseudo-nod. His hand taking the underside of the suit head before he turned slowly, stomping back down the hall, hopefully to retrieve the others and escape.

You began to move again, hoping that you would be able to find your way out of the restaurant in time as you tried the last door on the corridor. Gasping as the smell of iron hit you in the face, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting before you spotted what you had come for. Shoulders slumping as you cautiously approached.

The once yellow rabbit was slumped against the wall, and you could see blood soaking the fur. Pooling beneath it and spreading across the tile like black ichor in the low light. Falling to your knees, you stared at what to all intents and purposes looked like a corpse. Something in the way that he was slumped over told you that the mechanisms inside that you had set off when you first met William had popped and contributed to the bleeding. You wondered if his head had been damaged. Truly trapped inside a prison of his own making.

Tears welled up in your eyes, staring at him helplessly before you crawled through the gore and laid your head against his shoulder, arms around the thick middle and letting yourself cry for a moment. You weren't sure what you were mourning, but they flowed freely, and the hot salt rolling down your cheeks felt like it released a tension you didn't know you'd been carrying. Quietly sobbing and making the suit wetter than it already was.

You almost missed the tiny, rattling breath from inside.

Hearing it, you paused, trying to contain your hiccupping breaths as you listened for it again. Seeing the fingers on his gloved left hand twitching almost imperceptibly. Hope swept through you like a crashing wave, and you struggled to your feet, hooking your arms under his and grunting as the dead weight pressed against your much smaller body.

"William...if you can hear me... I've got you." You whispered close to the suit, watching the mechanical ear twitch slightly as you spoke. Grunting as you pulled him along the tiles, trying to not slip over in his blood as you managed to shoulder open the door. Eyes widening as you saw flames licking at the end of the hallway, black smoke curling up to the ceiling and crawling along it.

You had to escape.

Looking at the grimy walls, you spotted a fire-plan, scanning it briefly before you began to drag William with you down a different turning. Sweating as the heat in the building increased and from the heavy work, William was not a light man at the best of times, and now the added weight of the suit wasn't helping your cause. Panting as you managed to pull him towards the door, coughing as the smoke began to cling to everything, burning your eyes as you fumbled with the fire-door. The bar refusing to give out before you slammed your whole weight against it, hissing in pain as it felt like something in your shoulder popped trying to get it to move.

Grabbing the yellow suit again, you felt out of breath moving him into the cool night air, feeling the suit shudder at the change in temperature.

In the light of the flames, you could faintly make out two figures stood in front, holding onto each other as they watched the building go up in flames. The Afton siblings. You felt some sadness for them, that it had come to this to get over everything that had happened in their life. Turning towards the woods out back, you saw the faintly glowing eyes of five animatronics peering at the flames, watching at least one pair slide over to you before they turned and began to walk through the brush. You hoped that they made it to the house okay. They were children after all.

Opening the car door, it took a while of effort to haul William into the back seat, hearing a quiet rasping breath as you winced, the suit barely moving as you guessed animatronic parts held him still. Placing him as comfortably as you could manage before climbing into the driver's seat, bloody and tired as you managed to start the car and slip out onto the highway, not sure if Elizabeth and Michael noticed you, but you were too focused on driving.

You weren't sure where you would go. But you needed somewhere safe for the night where you could assess the damage.

You needed somewhere where you could make sure William was alive.

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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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Angsty Zoro x Fem reader! S/O was so kind and sweet before, but after the time skip, she’s grown emotionless and quiet. Sure, she helps out her crew mates in need like cleaning or sewing clothes, even helps train them, and most importantly, has grown insanely powerful, but…it seems she’s lonely and depressed. When Zoro questions her over and over, she confesses and laments that she lost their child and feels utterly ashamed of herself. Zoro is shocked of his fatherhood but comforts her.

This topic is very sensitive so I tried to tread over as cautiously as I could and not use any direct words that may be insensitive or triggering

Major Triggers for Child Loss

Missing Piece

(SFW)

Angst

Warning: loss of child, timeskip spoilers, very brief mention of sex, breakdown/crying

Summary: Unbeknownst to Zoro, the time skip was less kind to his girlfriend than the rest of the crew. After questioning her unusual behaviour, he is surprised to find the news of fatherhood, and the terrors that clung to his exhausted girlfriend.

Word Count: 1,800

Upon your arrival to the Strawhats, your life carried in a whirlwind of treacherous and exciting adventures. Entangled in such ravenous seas you quickly grew close to the swordsman, fitting easily with his rather withdrawn character. It was known among the crew how light and kind you were to everyone, and Zoro was no exception to that. At first he found your characteristics to be tiresome, between yourself and Luffy he thought his mind would explode from the mindless chatting and nagging from you both. However, over time, he grew fond of you, picking up on little cues and habits that turned his sour view on its head; something nobody saw coming.

Only after a few months being apart of the crew, Zoro drunkenly confessed for something more between you both, starting your relationship in a typical fashion. Your relationship started at a loving and easy-going pace, acting the same way as you did friends, however, grew intense over time.

After the events of Thriller Bark, Zoro changed, becoming more protective and attached to you; afraid of the possibility to lose someone he loved. Caught up in his own rational fears, Zoro made the first steps to have sex, for the first and only time before the crew inevitably split at Sabaody.

Unaware to you until months in isolation from the crew, you became pregnant, fixating your entire life for the safe arrival of your child. Everything ran smoothly through your pregnancy, landing on a small island equipped with essential items and care, preparing you for a new life of motherhood. Your goals had shifted, knowing you wished to raise your baby with loving and devoted parents, sailing the seas and having many adventures with your friends and new family. However, the day your child was born was far from what you had experienced for the last nine months, turning your dream-like state into a frightful nightmare.

Returning back to the Thousand Sunny felt like a nightmare you couldn't awake from. Every moment reunited with your crew, with Zoro, was a painful sting that there was someone missing from your life; someone who needed to be here. It felt a personal insult that everyone around you took no notice of their absence, carrying on with their lives as if it never happened.

But it did.

You couldn't help feel robbed of your potential, observing how everyone grew stronger from their time away, knowing your time wasn't so kind. Physically and mentally the crew had grown, except for you, tied to your own gnawing loss of someone you loved. It baffled you how Luffy could stand so tall after his own personal loss, but it occurred to you the difference your connection was; a mother's love was something undesirably different to other love.

Zoro easily caught onto your shift, once the roaring dazzle of light in his life now suddenly flicker dark. He was met with countless blows of dead-end answers to his questions, heightening his concerns for your safety. You looked different; eyes so thick with a haze as if you were sleep-walking, your body all but caving into itself as if the memory was eating you alive. Zoro barely recognised you anymore, and he wasn't the only one who took notice.

You became a shell, still carrying your duties and hobbies through the ship to help your friends, giving up everything to distract you for a moment. But inside there was nothing but the vicious cycle of regret, playing on an endless loop with no escape. You had distanced your life before the loss, not recognising who that person was anymore. Desperately, you wished for the life back but you knew it was hopeless, the added weight of guilt looming over you with nowhere else to go.

You felt stuck.

And as the cycle continued day after day on the ship, you couldn't help but feel a part of you chip away every time Zoro spoke to you, asking pointless concerns he knew you wouldn't answer. But Zoro had to try. With each question he could sense you loosening up, growing just a bit more tethered, like a rope about to break. A part of him hated what he saw, not wishing to push you, but he was afraid if he didn't something worse would happen. His deepest fear of losing you might come true, and he couldn't risk that.

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"Oi!" Zoro called after you, following behind as you ventured inside after meal time.

Since your return you created a routine through crew activities, knowing there was some form of order you could control; keeping you occupied in steps through the day. After your nightly meal you would return to your room, tidying and organising anything in sight until another sleepless night graced you; listening to the sickening rock of the waves around you.

"Oi, (Y/n), can ya wait up?"

Ignoring Zoro's persistence, you walked on, lost to the call of routine to keep you thinking of them. A strong hand around your arm stopped you from moving, his body shuffling to your path to keep from continuing further. His brow furrowed upon looking at you, reading your tired and pale expression like the back of his hand. He knew you better than this continuous facade of routine.

Easing his grip, he waited, half expecting you to say something, but all you could do was look at him. You could see so much of your child in Zoro it was too painful to watch. But you couldn't look away. How could you?

"Something's wrong" Zoro's hands cupped at your face. "Can you tell me, please?"

His usual rough palms suddenly felt like silk at his touch, giving you the most soothing comfort since your loss. You kept everything together for so long you almost forgot how Zoro first made you feel, how he held you, how he loved you. There was so much you wished to tell him in that moment but the words strained to come out, merely a whisper as he waited for you.

"I lost him..."

"Lost who?"

Your body felt heavy, your eyes struggling to fix on Zoro as you spoke, your words seeming almost too tiresome to say out loud. But you had to say them. The gut wrenching look on Zoro's face curled your stomach, knowing that he sensed something had happened while you were away. And that something happened to you both. Shrugging off his questions wasn't working anymore, his tone only growing more agitated. It was time he knew the truth. It was his child, too, after all.

"Our son..."

With those simple words you slipped from Zoro, collapsing into a heap on the floor. A curdling cry ripped from your throat, as if saying it aloud made you relive the ordeal once again. Struggling to claw at the ground you fisted your hands, grounding yourself with a searing pain as your nails dug into your palms. You could envision it all again, how that day went, scene by scene, feeling your whole body grow numb.

Zoro kneeled onto the floor, letting his large arms scoop you into his chest, struggling to say something. He listened to your cries, shocked of your words, unable to grasp how long you kept this to yourself, unaware what a painful period you had endured away from him. He still had so many questions for you, wishing to pry more about his son but he held back, knowing your safety was more important.

Harsh shushes parted his lips in an attempt to ease you both, knowing it would help to think clearer with you both level headed. He couldn't deny he was shocked from your words, shaken by the knowledge of his lost son. He also knew from past experiences he had to assure you he was strong, both mentally and physically, holding you together when things became tough. You were his girlfriend, the person he cherished more than anything, knowing the second you returned there was no spark in your life anymore; he had to guide you to be okay once more.

Running his hands over your back he listened to your breathing, waiting for the eery whimpers to fade into hush gasps and sniffles. Your body, what was once stiff in his arms, became more pliable, easing into the deep breaths of his chest. Taking his cue to speak, he gently cleared his throat, waiting for any protest before continuing on.

"It's going to be okay, (Y/n). We will get through this together" Zoro craned his neck, pressing his lips deep against your forehead. "You don't have to deal with this alone anymore, I will mourn him for the both of us, and when you're strong enough we can share his memory together"

"It isn't that simple, Zoro, it's all my fault! I couldn't even bring myself to name him, I needed you with me! I wouldn't have lost him if you were by my side, I know he wanted to meet you!"

"That is not true at all, (Y/n), and deep down you know it, too. Nothing could have prepared you for this, this isn't the way it is supposed to go; nobody expects their child to go before them. We will work through this every day; just you and me. I'll be here every day and every night until you have strength to talk, or to sit with the crew, or even make it through the day without guilt. I'm not going anywhere"

Zoro let you sit in his arms, guiding you to breath steady once again, rocking you slightly against his chest. Your eyes stung from tears, feeling too heavy to keep open, drooping shut as you listened to his breathing. Feeling you melt in his arms, Zoro moved you up, carrying you through the hallway, a slight swing in his step letting you relax. He hoped for now this was what you needed, some reassurance things would be okay and he wouldn't leave you. He knew he had never been good with words or showing his emotions until he met you, the time away making him feel almost out of practice. There was a lot more he wished to say to you, to ask you, but the weeping cries of exhaustion filled the room with a fog of mutual understanding.

You needed to rest.

Placing you down gently into your bed, Zoro tucked you both in, cradling your body close to him as he listened to your soft murmurs. He hoped to hold you like this again, under different circumstances, without the lingering pain you both felt so deeply; but tonight he would push his wishful thinking aside to help you rest at last.

"Now" Zoro moved you up, resting his lips against your temple. "Get some rest for me, and tomorrow we can start thinking of a name; anything to help you heal, (Y/n)"

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Alfons Sylvatica & Elbert Greetia

Story Event: Villains want to bother little 'Robin'

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

This translation might be a bit patchy, since I was travelling today and was distracted by million things. But yay, moar fun stuff. I love the contrasting of Al and El. Visually, by reputation but also their little quirks and general behaviour. They do have a great synergy.

~~Part 1~~

The first high society party of the season was held at the Duke's residence,

It was full of aristocrats of all ages, including the glittering young debutantes.

Elbert: "... Your Majesty, may I have your hand."

Debutante with dreamy eyes: "Look, it's Lord Elbert...! He's so beautiful..."

Tall debutante: "And there's Lord Alfons... I wonder if he's friends with Her Majesty as well."

Debutante in a frilly dress: "Brother, can I approach them? I already made my debut."

Young gentleman: "I don't want to say anything untoward, but keep your distance from Alfons Sylvatica... he's a player."

Lady with a black fan: "Lord Elbert is not a frequent guest at social gatherings. You mustn't miss your chance."

Lady with a black fan: "Try to make a lasting impression."

(Those two become the subject of rumours just by simply walking in... though the content of those rumours couldn't be more different)

I straightened my back and lifted my chin, careful not to lose my dignity as I quietly sat down in the Royal seat.

After a while... I suddenly realized something.

It only took a moment for debutantes to be excited by the appearance of two beautiful-looking men,

while my presence was met with nervous glances.

(I wonder why...)

Lord Elbert, who was standing beside me, noticed me looking at him and leaned in to listen.

His golden hair swayed gently as muffled squeals echoed through the hall.

Elbert: "What's wrong...?"

Kate: "Young ladies seem to be nervous...?"

I asked in a hushed voice so that the others wouldn't hear me.

Elbert: "Ah... they don't want Her Majesty to look at them unfavourably..."

Elbert: "Her Majesty's evaluation might affect their lives."

(...I see)

Once again, I felt the weight of the Queen's responsibility and the power of her influence.

(If only they knew there's no reason to be concerned about my humour to begin with... since I'm not Her Majesty)

(Even though my face is hidden by the veil... the less attention my every move attracts, the better)

Kate: "Lord Elbert... would it be in bad taste for Her Majesty to leave her seat?"

Elbert: "......!"

Alfons: "Heh, I wasn't expecting a suggestion from you."

Kate: "Eh...?"

~~Part 2~~

Alfons: "Heh, I wasn't expecting a suggestion from you."

Kate: "Eh...?"

Alfons: "My original plan was to ask Her Majesty to leave the room halfway through."

Kate: "Is that so...?"

Alfons: "Yes. Because you yourself can't really enjoy the party as Her Majesty."

(Enjoy the party...?)

Elbert: "Thanks to you sitting here like this,"

Elbert: "I could let the assassin, who's somewhere in here, know that `Her Majesty is here.`"

Alfons: "What's left now is to cut loose and enjoy ourselves to the fullest... until the assassins get their tails out, eh?"

~~~

Kate: "I certainly didn't expect the change of clothes to be ready for me like this..."

Alfons: "Heh... were you surprised?"

I took off the heavy crown and the veil I used to pose as Her Majesty the Queen,

Instead, I returned to the hall dressed as a glamorous noblewoman.

Alfons: "How marvellous, you're a young lady for all intents and purposes."

Elbert: "Oh... it looks good on you."

Kate: "Well... thank you very much."

(It must have been planned from the beginning... I should've put more effort into learning to act as someone with an aristocratic background)

Kate: "Please, let me know if there is anything I should do as a noblewoman."

Elbert: "...... It's fine if you come across as a little eccentric. Just behave as you normally would, and you'll be fine."

Kate: "But won't it look suspicious?"

Elbert: "If I tell them I'm your attendant, they'll see you as an aristocrat, no matter how you behave."

Elbert: "... There is a precedent, so there's no doubt about it."

(A precedent...?)

~~Part 3~~

Elbert: "If I tell them I'm your attendant, they'll see you as an aristocrat, no matter how you behave."

Elbert: "... There is a precedent, so there's no doubt about it."

(A precedent...?)

(Who's the precedent...?)

Suddenly I remembered the words I heard before coming to the party.

*flashback starts*

Elbert: "We've met at my mansion. Al --"

Elbert: "My father's... physician... he helped..."

*flashback ends*

(Alfons visited Lord Elbert's mansion with the help of the physician...?)

(Would an aristocrat do such a thing? And for a child of about nine?)

(Could it be... Maybe Alfons is not a nobleman, and the "precedent" is him)

(......no, that's too far-fetched)

I moved on to more pressing matters and began looking around the venue.

The girls, who had just made their debut, were engaged in conversations with more lively expressions than before.

(Thank goodness ...... I didn't make them unnecessarily nervous)

-- then a lady who seemed interested in gossip approached us.

Lady with a diamond necklace: "Oh, isn't it Lord Alfons and Lord Elbert? Are both of you going to join Her Majesty?"

Alfons: "Well... Her Majesty's indisposed at the moment."

Elbert: "...the Queen wished to rest alone in the back room."

Lady with a diamond necklace: "Oh dear! How unfortunate..."

(Are they, by chance, trying to lure the assassins out by spreading rumours that Her Majesty is alone?)

(Then, their intention must be to reach different people until the rumour has spread enough. I prefer not to get in the way)

I moved a few steps away from my companions to pick up a glass of champagne and join the crowd of aristocrats --

???: "May I have the honour to speak with you, my Lady?"

Kate: "....y-yes....!?"

A man silently appeared next to me, which surprised me and made me spill my drink.

Slim gentleman: "Oh, my apologies. I got your beautiful hands wet, didn't I?"

Kate: "No, no, it's fine. I just need to wipe it off, so--."

Slim gentleman: "You are far too kind. You're beautiful not only in appearance but also in your heart."

Slim gentleman: "Would you spare me a dance after this? As an apology, I'll make it as pleasant as possible."

(Ah... this is --)

I finally realised I was seen as a noblewoman looking for a suitable match,

and the person in front of me was showing interest in me.

The man took out a handkerchief, perhaps to wipe my hands, and reached towards me.

(I must politely decline so as not to interfere with my mission)

Kate: "I'm sorry, I..."

Elbert: "-- she's my partner."

Before I could finish my sentence, Lord Elbert wrapped his arms around me.

Elbert: "...... please, keep your distance."

~~Part 4~~

Elbert: "-- she's my partner."

Elbert: "...... please, keep your distance."

Slim gentleman: ".....Earl of Greetia...?"

Elbert: "Kate..... I told you not to leave my side."

Kate: "My apologies..."

Elbert: "Your hands are wet..? Are you hurt?"

Kate: "I'm fine, I just spilled a little champagne."

Alfons: "What a little troublemaker you are. Did you get wet... here?"

Alfons also joined us and reverently took my hand, making a show of it.

Alfons: "That won't do. You mustn't allow another man to be so bold. Isn't it my privilege to play with your wet skin?"

He used his soft handkerchief to dry my hands.

Elbert: "Who are you anyway...?"

Slim gentleman: "... ah, please excuse me!"

The man who approached me suddenly became flustered, then bumped into a table and hurried away.

(...I'm glad I didn't have to do anything untoward to arouse his suspicions)

(Though the way these two do things might be a bit heartless...)

Kate: "Thank you for your help."

Elbert: "I was surprised when I turned around to see that you were gone."

Elbert: "…don't go anywhere on your own."

Lord Elbert, who was supposed to protect me, muttered like a lost child.

Kate: "Yes, I'll be careful. Um, what about the rumour about Her Majesty...?"

Elbert: "... you've noticed."

Alfons: "A few gossip-loving guests have heard of it so far, so in a few minutes the whole place should know about it."

Kate: "... This means the assassins might be on the move soon enough."

As I was bracing myself for what was to come -- something was shoved into my mouth.

Kate: "Hmmph...!?"

Alfons: "How do you like it? It's delicious, isn't it? The meat the upper classes eat."

~~Part 5~~

Alfons: "How do you like it? It's delicious, isn't it? The meat the upper classes eat."

He casually made this statement after shoving the fork into my mouth.

(...it's delicious, that's true, still...!)

The refined taste and soft texture in my mouth quickly reminded me of the hunger I had forgotten about under the pressure of acting as Her Majesty.

Alfons lifted my chin to get a better look.

Alfons: "Ah, your sloppy face looks so cute. Please show me more."

Kate: "It's bad manners to eat this way..."

Alfons: "Shh --"

Alfons: "It's part of the strategy to make sure no one else tries courting you."

Kate: "Ugh, I'm perfectly capable of saying 'no' on my own!"

Elbert: "Kate... sometimes resisting makes no sense."

Elbert: "If we can prevent it, we should try."

Holding a fork in his beautiful fingers, he picked a yellow fruit and pointed it towards me.

(Lord Elbert....)

Kate: "Erm, I can eat it myself..."

Elbert: "...? I'm aware of that."

Elbert: "Now, open your mouth."

(Lord Elbert is... surprisingly forceful...)

I begrudgingly allowed the fruit to reach my mouth.

(Gah... this is so embarrassing...)

(Oh, this apple compote is really delicious)

Elbert: "... the corner of your mouth has a little bit of syrup on it."

Kate: "Um...is it here?"

Elbert: "No... here."

He gently wiped my lips with his fingertips, then licked the syrup off.

Elbert: "... sweet."

(Ugh, those two...)

(They're a bit bad for my heart, maybe more than a bit)

Alfons: "Well, I guess we should stop playing around."

Elbert: "... Yes. We should probably get going."

Kate: "...! Are the assassins on the move...?"

Alfons: "Uh-huh. Time for delightful, yet bothersome condemnation."

(I was being toyed with by those two, so I failed to realize...)

(How were they able to detect suspicious movements even while having a conversation --)

There was something cold and distant in the air surrounding these two men.

The unsettling look in their eyes that knew the deepest darkness made my skin crawl.

Alfons: "-- oh right, please reward me after the mission is over, `Your Majesty`."

Kate: "Eh!?"

Alfons: "Hard work is hardly motivating unless there's a suitable reward waiting for you."

Alfons: "This mission is under Her Majesty's orders... so it's only natural?"

Kate: "Um, I was only acting on Her Majesty's behalf at her behest..."

Alfons: "Therfore, as Her Majesty's representative, the reward is also to be delivered by you."

Kate: "W-what nonsense..."

Elbert: "... I'd like one as well."

Kate: "Even you, Lord Elbert..."

Alfons: "Then it's settled. Now, what kind of reward will it be."

Elbert • Alfons: "...I'm looking forward to it • I have high hopes."

Chapter 3 Premium

#ikemen villains #ikevil #alfons sylvatica #ikevil alfons #elbert greetia #ikevil elbert #ikevil story event #fan translation

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Imagine this; Yandere! Splinter who sees reader as their own daughter, their interaction is like father and daughter bond and how reader is sweet and gentle also has a motherly figure it reminds him of his mother, but noticed how his sons falling in love or having crush on reader, Imagine Splinter would been like; "Y/N, be my daughter in law and Marry one of my sons"

and reader been like "…eh? (• ▽ •💧)"

Of course, the (yandere) turtles HEARD what their father's words and they start like having competition and who will have reader's hand in marriage. What do you think or react like if one of turtles won? and one of them lose?

With all the feminine-based phrases in this ask, let me confirm that MC is gender-neutral, as always. (I was considering copying and re-wording it tbh)

Tw: isolation, kidnapping, depressive state

Splinter was never the most attentive when it came to what his sons liked or what they did on uneventful days. But recently, he’s noticed a significant change in their behaviour, especially when a certain someone is around.

Leo tends to do everything they ask for, even if it means getting up from a comfortable position. He gets aggressive when someone interrupts his time with them, even if it’s the most innocent creature to exist.

His youngest, Michelangelo, talks about them for an eternity, and not a single word is hateful. Once, when Splinter wandered into his room, the rat man found a shrine of photos, some hoodies, and even a book titled, “Praises for your Divinity”.

His eldest had considerably changed as well: the boy will start to tear up if they announce they have to leave, and on some occasions cling onto them. The worst part is the fact he killed a Foot ninja for following them once (and possibly more).

And finally, his genius son, Purple. He was always inside his lab, only coming out when needed, but if the special someone arrives, he’s already out there waiting at the entrance 10 minutes before. Additionally, he complains how unhealthy their other friends are and mutters about putting more trackers.

Even a mosquito could see that the boys are hopelessly in love, and Splinter can’t help but find it endearing. The person who they admire, Y/n, had always been so caring to this mutant, albeit broken family. It was no surprise that this would happen. Splinter knew in his mind that Y/n would be a great addition to the family. Speaking of which…

“Y/n, would you be willing to be my future child in-law?”

“What do you mean?”

“You see, my boys may not ever marry. They may never find love. It would be dishonorable of me if I didn’t see at least one of them get married so…Maybe in the future, are you willing to accept their hand?”

“Uh…I’ll think about it.”

Meanwhile outside the very room are the four sons, their eyes widened in shock. Someone is gonna be able to marry Y/n in the future, with their father’s approval. They slowly slide off into another room, not wanting the pair to hear the conversation.

“Marry? I get the honour to marry them? This may be the greatest moment of my life~!”

“No. I get to. You can’t even provide what they need, something a truly good husband would do.”

“Leo, you do realize that we’re on the same level, right? Either way, none of you can do a decent job of keeping them safe, which is much more important.”

“Look, maybe we shouldn’t compare ourselves because we have different points here. We should have a competition, with Dad as the judge.”

“Fine, but I’m going to beat you all anyway~”

“What ‘Nardo said except it’s going to be me.”

“I’m getting my spot. You guys aren’t true devotées.”

“May the best brother win.”

Since that day, they’ve amped up their flirting to the point it’s glaringly obvious. They’re trying so hard to get you to love them, and for you to let them love you back.

If they win:

Regal Foot Cloth:

He knows it’s in the future, but the thought makes him so gleeful. You’re going to be bound to him for eternity, and you’ll never leave him. I don't know if it's possible, but he gets even more clingy. Gets teddy bears that have wedding attire as a celebration.

Lather Thou Bald Head With Butter:

We all know he's gonna be cocky. It's like that quote from the Zootopia spin-off, "It's not entitlement if I deserve it." If we were to speak his true feelings he's very honored to serve this position now soon (bro is so excited he forgets the time frame).

(I think my grammar was shit but oh well)

Don't Touch My Flipper Floppers:

He's honestly going to doubt it at first. Like he actually won? Sure, he's never worked so hard for a competition before, but it still shocks him. Marks the day on a data table, and starts to count the days until the actual event.

Mad Raccoon Ate My Bees:

Cries. I kid you not, he will cry. Already starts creating art of you guys getting married even if it won't happen for a while. He's definitely designing all the decorations and attire in his works and obnoxiously hangs them everywhere around the lair.

If they lose:

I don't mean for this to get too dark, but with the circumstances, I think it's the only way possible.

Regina:

It depends on who wins. Worst situation, most likely Leo. He first goes into a depressive state before confronting so said turtle for a rematch. Sure the only way to win the competition is based on your feelings, but he's going to try again because he's not going to let you leave his grasp.

Lin-Manuel Miranda:

(His Vivo soundtracks are so great)

Gets into a big fight. He argues and yells with whichever brother, his emotions completely unhinged. He's so upset he won't talk with anyone for a few days...and kidnaps you to a different dimension only he can see you at. He knows that he shouldn't be a bad loser, but he can't help it.

Donald Duck:

Doesn't accept it. He thinks it's odd that you would pick someone else over him. Mind you, he knows all your likes and dislikes so he finds it puzzling why the outcome isn't what he expected. Similar to Raph, he'll be persistent, but if things don't go well, he might lock them into his lab.

Mort Is The Root Word For Death:

Accuses that you got threatened into saying yes. He fully believes you are at no wrong, so the only conclusion he can come to is that someone intervened. Tries to find all evidence that there was wrong in the competition, to the point they might have to restart.

(This was supposed to be a blurb, but there was so much I had to make it a longer piece. I'm still putting it under the blurbs tag tho.)

#blurbs #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

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requested by: anon, I sincerely hope you like this 💛🌻✨

pairings (platonic): Ubbe Ragnarsson x reader, Ivar The Boneless x reader, Hvitserk x reader, Sigurd x reader, etc.

warnings: none

feedbacks are always welcome!

Since arriving in Kattegat, you had made friends with the sons of Ragnar; being the same age as you were, you spent most of your time together and enjoyed going hunting once in a while

The four boys had immediately noticed that there was something different in you, but they never seemed to be bothered by the looks people gave you. They just guessed that it was because you had arrived to Kattegat alone with your mother, from a land unknown.

However, when they found you talking with your mother one day, they noticed one very important thing: your mother's hands, that were crushing a few herbs with the help of a mortar, were glowing red. At first they thought it was an hallucination caused by the fumes that were being released by the variety of concoctions that were being prepared, but something in the back of their mind told them that it had something to do with magic.

And with that, the sons of Ragnar started talking with you less and less; however, you always felt observed whenever you walked around of wandered off into the forest. Something was clearly wrong, but you couldn't pinpoint what was it exactly.

One day, you decided to go into the forest as to unwind and get some time alone. Your mother too was annoying at times, and the fact that she always knew what was going on in your mind was quite bothering.

Unfortunately, it started raining as soon as you got to your destination. You couldn't walk back home, and you didn't want to either, so you conjured a sword and started training. It wasn't the same without Ubbe or Hvitserk, but it had to do.

However, in the midst of your moment of calm, you were disturbed by a much too familiar sound.

“Y/n”

“Ubbe. What brings you here?”

“I could ask you the same question”

“Fair. As you can see, I wanted to train in the pouring rain. It helps me cool off after hard days.”

“Uhm, are you aware of the fact that not even a droplet of water had reached your head nor your clothes?”

In that moment, you mentally slapped yourself; how could you have not noticed? Your magic wasn't under your control and it was bothering to say the least. You could harness it yes, but not control it to its full potential.

“No, I didn't notice. You already knew it, didn't you?”

“Hvitserk and I saw your mother grinding leaves with her hands glowing red, and we suspected that it was magic”

“Look, if you want me to leave Kattegat, I'll leave. I'm a witch, my mother is a witch. We're abnormalities that shouldn't plague such a nice place like Kattegat.”

“That's not true”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me why you all started ignoring me after seeing— that.”

“We were scared”

“Of what? The seer is much scarier and ominous than a little magic. We never hurt anyone”

“You might, though”

“Yes, like anyone else. Just like any one of the people in Kattegat might accidentally or purposely harm someone. You're pathetic, Ubbe! At first, you act like this is not a problem at all, but then— then you change your mind in the blink of an eye!”

With that said, you walked away and didn't turn around to take a look at your former friend.

A few weeks passed by, and you didn't dare to visit the Ragnarssons. It was a stupid and immature behaviour the one you were carrying out, but you didn't care. Ubbe tried reaching out to you a few times, his brothers, too, but you ignored them.

Unfortunately, you were forced to go with your mother to a banquet held in Kattegat's great hall. She insisted that you come, and you knew that the only thing she wanted was for you to make peace with Ubbe. Needless to say, you were quite nervous.

“Y/n, darling, why aren't you eating your stew?”

“I'm not hungry, mother. And you know the reason why”

“Yes, I do. And your reason has been looking at you for the whole evening, ignoring both his brothers and the girls that keep clinging to him”

“You're kidding”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“No?”

“Then I don't have a reason to tell you something that differs from the reality of things. Oh, by the way— he's coming towards the two of us. Please, behave appropriately”

“Yes, ma'am”

As soon as your mother finished talking, she sat up and walked over to a few acquaintances of hers, who were standing at the other side of the hall.

“Is this seat taken?”

“Clearly not” “Right”

“Do you have anything important to say, or can I stuff my ears with bread so that I'll never hear your voice again?”

“I want to apologize”

“Well, you took your time...”

“Are you still angry?”

“Obviously! Did you expect me to dance and sing happily in the middle of the room?”

“No, but—”

“But what, Ubbe?”

You started expressing all the frustration and sadness that you were keeping inside. You understood your friend's interaction, it was understandable after all, but somehow coming from him felt like you were pierced by a thousand arrows at once.

Ubbe ended up apologizing afterwards, as he should have way before the banquet, and so did his brothers.

They gave you complete freedom to use your powers whenever you wanted, but they made you promise to help the people of Kattegat whenever you could, so that they didn't see your powers as something potentially harmful.

After a while, kids started approaching you and asking where you got them. “Did Frigga teach you this?” or “Are you a goddess?” they would ask, thinking that what you were doing was pure Seiðr and not a genetic thing that you couldn't help but have.

Nonetheless, you were happy that the people, and especially the Ragnarssons, accepted you. You knew that they were somewhat afraid, your mother told you a couple of times about your friends' thoughts, but you didn't care much.

All that mattered in that moment was happiness; yours, of the princes, of the people. But was it really happiness or just a façade?

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one of my friends started talking badly about my other friend because they say they are nonbinary (i'm talking about 1 person but i use they since they don't want to be called a she)

i love both of them a lot and this friend never had nasty opinions before but now she says she never had nasty opinions because she said she was hiding her true opinions because she was afraid she will lose her close friends.

3 days ago she said she is no longer afraid to lose friends if they are not radfems. she said she had radfem accounts (like twitter and on discord i think?) for 3 years (so since she was 15)

i don't get the whole nonbinary thing - by this i mean i don't understand how they feel exactly - their thoughts and their experiences (since i never felt that way) but at least i will always listen and not judge them. not knowing or understanding how someone feels doesn't mean you need to hate them.

of course i will always stand up for my friend and not let my other friend to insult them... but am i a bad person for still loving my other friend? i really want to talk to her, help her to understand that people are different i have known her since i was 14 years old. i hate the things she said but i don't hate her as a person because i think she just thinks this is a "cool way" to stand out. she was always more of an outcast, she is quiet and i kind of think this is her way of "notice me!"

ofc if this friend will act this way in the future i will remove her from my friend circle. i don't support this kind of behaviour.

but am i a shit person for still hoping she will change? because on of my other friends (not the nonbinary friend) said i was a bitch for not just telling her to fuck off and to never talk to me again. the thing i did was - i wanted to talk to her privately and explain that the nonbinary friend still has the same personality - good personality even if they don't want to be called a she and even if they don't want to dress girly (they got rid of old clothes last october and has a new style). and that this is no reason to start hating your friend. but i also told her i believe in second chances and if she will be respectful i'm still here for her. because of this conversation my other friend accused me of being the same trash as her.

why i said i believe in second chances was because my family is extremely homophobic, my grandma, grandpa and my mom are very religious and homophobic. my dad is not religious but still goes to church and stuff like this so mom is happy but he is homophobic as well (and his mom and dad -my grandparents on his side are homophobic too). i was raised up to think being gay/bi/lesbian/trans etc. is wrong while i never insulted anyone over this (it's not in my personality to verbally attack people) as a kid i used to think that you are a weirdo if you're gay/bi etc. Then I realized at 12 or 13 that they are just normal people who just want to live their lives. and i actually even enjoyed watching girls love or boys love movies or series, despite being straight (ofc in secret my mom would kill me if she knew what i was watching)... because to me it was just a love story about normal couples.

now i really think the while day am i really the same trash as her? i usually want to talk to people and solve things. it's not really that easy to turn off my emotions and say from this moment on i hate her forever. we were almost like best friends. i am willing to remove her (as i already said) from my friend circle if she will be like this. but i feel like i don't hate her, i'm mad and disappointed, even sad but i still don't hate her... and now i'm being called a bitch and a trash by my other friend... which makes me feel so bad that i even don't want to see my friends because this friend talks badly about me to others too.

also sorry english is not my 1st language.

I get that it's hard to cut someone off, but you might have to face that this is the kind of situation where your nonbinary friend might need you to choose their side to feel safe around you, and where refusing to do that might have consequences.

#chat with kat #transphobia tw #homophobia tw #terfs tw #bigotry tw

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Dangerous Love - Part Eight (Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader)

Summary: Avery Routledge is John B's cousin, and she has just moved to the OBX - just in time for a treasure hunt. But with John B keeping secrets in order to protect her, he pushes her into the arms of the Kook King. She becomes tangled with none other than Rafe Cameron, but will she realise how damaged he is before it is too late, or will he ruin her before she can get away?

Warnings: death, smut, dub-con, toxic behaviour, abuse, kidnapping, non-con

Ships: Rafe Cameron x OC, minor!JJ x OC

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He had insisted on driving me, but I told him that I would walk and meet him. It gave me enough time to change into clothing for the evening - a pair of grey jeans and a yellow halter top with white flowers, with my necklaces and a pair of hoop earrings - as I planned to head straight to the OBX movie night after speaking with Rafe, to find Kie and hopefully the others.

Walking to the Country Club took less time than I expected, and I arrived as the sun started to set, painting the sky coral. The club was bright and full of people. I could already see Rafe inside, a drink in one hand and his phone pressed to his ear, looking over a railing to the beach below. I walked to the entrance, meeting the same attendant as I had two nights ago. He looked me over, and either he remembered me, or I fit the image that he needed for his precious club because he waved me on in. I walked over to Rafe.

He must have noticed me entering the club because he watched me as I approached. I hoped that by now my tears had dried and my eyes were no longer red, but there was still a huge lump in my throat at the thought of John B being taken by the DCS, and away from me. Rafe was still on the phone as I stood next to him.

“Top, calm down,” he was muttering. “I get it’s your boat, but - yeah you know exactly who did it. Get the cops to arrest them - look, Topper, I have to go.” I could hear Topper’s raised voice through the phone. Rafe cut him off. “Topper, I’m with Avery - exactly, so I have to go. Press charges, man. I’ll see you later.”

Rafe hung up, and shoved the phone in his pocket, then engulfed me in a hug. I rested my cheek on his chest, letting him take some of my weight - literally and figuratively - even if only for a moment. His hand stroked the back of my head, threading his fingers through my waist-length hair. He then gently pulled away, looking down at me. “What’s wrong? You said you needed my help,” he said lowly, and I couldn’t help it as my eyes watered once again. He moved around me and pulled a chair out of the table nearest to us. “Here, sit down.”

I sat, and he moved to the seat opposite. I noticed something, a drink on my side of the table. “You got me this?”

“Of course I did,” he retorted. “You’re my guest, remember. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

I sighed, clasping both of my hands in front of me, worrying at my thumbs. I didn’t want to look at Rafe, not knowing where to start. I’d called him for comfort, for someone to lend an ear, and because my friends hadn’t been available - but was this the best idea? Rafe did not care for John B. And I had to face it, he probably didn’t care about me as much as I was growing to care about him.

“I saw you last night. I was here on the couch, and you walked right past me, but I saw everything. He walked you to the door, kissed you like a gentleman,” JJ spat. “But newsflash, he is just using you, to either get back at us or to get into your pants! Face it, he will only have use for you when his dick is hard.”

JJ’s words from this morning played in my head. His words, right before we had had sex. I knew the difference between how I felt for Rafe and JJ though - JJ was familiar, comfortable and the remains of a first love. But Rafe was new, exciting, and uncertain.

Perhaps I needed stability in my life, what with my new life here and the sudden departure of John B, but there was nothing that I could do now. Rafe was here. The others weren’t. For now, I had to shove away the harsh words that JJ had used to describe Rafe, and instead rely on him. He had said that he would look after me. And I felt like I needed that more than anything in this moment.

“The DCS took John B,” I finally said. “Apparently, they’ve been threatening to take him for a while, but he told me that Sheriff Peterkin was going to cover for him, yet today a social worker and Deputy Thomas took him away. Apparently, he’s going to the mainland to a foster home.” I took a deep breath, and ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back from my heated face. “None of my friends will answer their phones, and I don’t know what to do. I’m alone at The Chateau, and I’ve only just moved here. I’m lost.”

My eyes were darting everywhere, not focusing on any one specific thing, my leg shaking under the table as I rambled. When I was finished, I looked at Rafe, expecting for him to look at me like I was crazy, to ask why I had come to him of all people, but he didn’t.

“I’m sorry, Avery,” he said lowly, and reached over, separating my hands that were working over each other anxiously. “What can I do to help?”

“I have no idea. I offered to become his legal guardian because I am eighteen, but the social worker practically laughed in my face.” I felt stray tears drip down my cheeks.

Rafe’s face tightened. “Who was it?” he asked. “I’ll get my Dad to have them fired.”

I was taken aback at the ferocity in his tone - and the insinuation that his Father had that much power - but shook my head. “I wouldn't want that. Besides, she was right. I can’t take care of John B. I can’t even look after myself, not really,” I mumbled. “God, I’m a mess.”

His hands on mine stiffened, and I stared at him. “Don’t say that, sweetheart. You’re not a mess, not from anything that I’ve seen regarding you. Are you sure that nothing else has happened? Is it only the DCS that has you like this?”

Could he see into my mind? Besides John B’s departure, there was so much that I couldn’t help thinking of - my Mum and her boyfriend, the bruises still healing, the need to learn the secrets that my friends were hiding, and lastly, had it been a mistake to sleep with JJ that morning? My mind was swimming with thoughts, too much to keep inside. But I couldn’t tell Rafe any of it, no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn’t tell anyone.

“JJ and I had a fight this morning,” I finally relented. At least this was one thing that I could get off of my chest.

“A fight about what?”

“You, actually.”

Rafe leaned back in his seat, looking highly amused. “Me?” he scoffed.

“He was at The Chateau last night when Topper dropped me off and saw you walk me to the door. We argued about it this morning, that’s all.”

He let out a low whistle. “Let me guess. He told you what a bad guy I am, how you’re too good for me?”

“That’s not-”

“He’s not wrong,” Rafe continued. I blinked at him.

“I’m sorry?”

“You are too good for me. But I’m a Cameron, and we Cameron’s only want the best. And you, Avery, are the best.”

Was I imagining this - was Rafe admitting that he wanted me? At my shocked expression, Rafe reached over to run a finger down my cheek. “It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything yet. I just wanted to make my intentions clear,” he said softly.

“Your intentions?”

He nodded. “My intentions to keep seeing you, to get to know you, Avery Routledge. You are going to fall for me,” he said, and I could have taken his words as cocky, presumptuous even, but that was not how they sounded. No, he sounded matter of fact. I couldn’t help but grip his hands, intertwining our fingers as I smiled softly at him.

“Is that so?” I asked.

“It is,” he replied, and his gentle expression faltered for a second. “Now I have to ask. Any competition that I should worry about?”

It took every ounce of strength in my body not to shift in my seat the thought of this morning - JJ’s lips, his fingers, sat on his lap as he fucked me.

“No,” I replied, maintaining my smile. I went to pull one of my hands away, to take a sip of my drink, but he held tight.

“Rafe-”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, as if I had not said his name. “What has JJ been saying to you about me?”

“Nothing important, Rafe, I swear,” I said, finding myself wanting more than anything to let him know that I had no bad thoughts about him - and yet... “I do have one question for you.”

His smile was devilish. “There it is. Go on then, sweetheart.”

“Did you and Topper attack Pope? With golf clubs?”

Rafe’s expression didn’t change, not even a quirk of his cheek. “JJ is trying to get into your head about me, Avery. We never touched him with our clubs, I promise you.”

“But there were two of you,” I prodded. JJ’s anger as he had yelled at me, naming my betrayal was a movie playing at the forefront of my mind.

“There were. But Pope antagonised us first. We were trying to play a round of golf, and he wouldn’t leave us alone. Everything happened so quickly, and suddenly he was swinging for us, so we had to defend ourselves. There was nothing else that we could do, Avery.”

“That’s not what JJ said-”

“You can ask Topper, he will tell you the same thing,” he said with a shrug. “How well do you really know JJ? How well do you know any of them? I get that John B is your family, but the rest of them? Maybe they’re not as perfect as you paint them out to be. From what I can tell, they’ve been lying to you, leaving you out. Correct me if I’m wrong.” He finally released my hands, leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his drink. He looked back over the railing, out to the calm ocean. The sun was about to disappear, its last few rays reflecting on the still water.

“I know them pretty well,” I mumbled, taking my own drink into my hands. “I’ve been coming to the OBX for years. And JJ wouldn’t lie.”

He placed one of his hands on the table. “And there it is,” he said softly, eyes meeting mine. They looked dark in the fading light, and there was now no trace of a smile on his full lips. “It’s JJ, isn’t it? I knew it had to be one of them.”

“One of who?”

“Your friends. Which one you’ve dated before. I assumed it had to be one of them, Pope or JJ, or maybe even Kiara. But it’s JJ, isn’t it?”

He spoke so casually that I could have easily believed that he was happy to discuss this topic. But there was something off, something that I couldn’t put my finger on. Something that told me to stop talking. But that part of me was quiet, much quieter than the part of me that wanted to stay and talk to Rafe, to get to know him better.

“I never dated JJ,” I retaliated, trailing off at my weak statement.

“Just sex then?” he asked, pulling the cherry from the top of my drink and eating it. He placed the stem between us, finally allowed a deceptively sweet smile onto his handsome face.

“Fine. We have history, JJ and I,” I relented, and his smile widened. “What?”

“I’m glad that you were honest with me,” said Rafe, and despite what we were talking about, he looked genuinely pleased. “Now, sweetheart, hurry up and finish your drink. We have to get to the OBX movie night.”

I took a large sip from my drink, the sweetness coursing pleasantly down my throat. “I’m going to be attending with Kiara,” I said. He tapped my drink with his fingers, and I took another sip. Before I knew it, there was only a small layer of liquid gracing the bottom of the glass.

“That’s fine,” said Rafe. “I’ll take you.”

Familiarly, he stood up and held his hand out to me, and as I had grown accustomed to doing, I took it. But instead of leading me to follow, like normal, he pulled me in closer, and bent down, lips meeting mine. The remnants of his drink were still on his tongue as he moved his mouth against mine. I matched his movements, embracing the softness of his lips. Just as I started to feel something in my core, a tremor of butterflies that wanted to continue further with Rafe, taking the kiss from innocent to more, he pulled away from me slowly, gazing down at me with a coy smile.

Then, his hand still in mine, he started to lead me out of the Island Club, towards his motorbike. “I’ll speak to my Dad about the DCS. See if he has any sway and can do something about your cousin, okay?” he said as I clambered behind him on his motorbike.

“Thank you so much, Rafe. I really appreciate it.”

“You never have to thank me,” he replied, and as he started his bike. “I said that I would look after you. And I always keep my promises.”

~~~

The sun had well and truly set as we pulled up to the OBX movie night. I hopped off Rafe’s bike and handed him back his helmet, praying that I did not have helmet hair. Rafe glanced at me. “Are you sure that you have to watch the movie with Kiara?” He took one of my hands. “You can sit with me and the guys.”

“You know that Topper doesn’t like me,” I replied. He leaned back on his bike, so that I was pulled into him, leaning against him, our hands entangled between our bodies. “And I want to see my friends. I need to tell them what happened with John B.”

“I understand,” he muttered. “Will they all be here?”

I shrugged at him. “I guess so,” I mumbled. “JJ and Pope weren’t answering their phones earlier, but Kie told me they would never miss tonight.”

“Well then-” he broke off, looking over the top of my head to something behind us. I looked over my shoulder to see Kiara a handful of footsteps away, leaning against a tree and staring at us. “Good luck with her, Avery. Have a good night.” His lips briefly touched my cheek as I turned back to look up at him, but he was letting go of my hands, and walking away from me.

I took a deep breath and started to walk towards Kie. “Okay, I know what you’re going to say-”

“I don’t think that you do, Avi,” she retorted. She linked our arms together and marched us out of the car park and towards where the crowd was heading to - a large field full of camping chairs and bean bags, all seated in front of a huge screen. The movie wasn’t playing yet. “I think that you made a huge mistake seeing Rafe again, especially after seeing him last night.”

“How does everyone already know about last night?” I yelled exasperatedly. Kiara side-eyed me with distaste.

“JJ told me,” she replied. “He wasn’t happy.”

I looked down. “Yeah, we talked already,” I replied.

Kiara yanked me backwards. “I really hope you know what you’re doing. I can imagine JJ yelled at you, but he is a boy, and he doesn’t get it.”

I stared at her, into her pretty chocolate eyes. She wasn’t angry, not like JJ had been, but she looked fearful. “Get what, Kie?”

“I don’t like the Cameron’s, you know that. I have my own personal reasons for my differences with Sarah, but Rafe - Rafe is something else. He isn’t a good guy.”

A small bubble rose in my chest, a bubble of protectiveness for Rafe. Over the past few days, when my friends had been keeping secrets, when I had been upset over my house being broken into, when my cousin had been taken by the DCS, who had been the one to comfort me every time? Rafe.

How well do you really know JJ? How well do you know any of them? I get that John B is your family, but the rest of them? Maybe they’re not as perfect as you paint them out to be. From what I can tell, they’ve been lying to you, leaving you out. Correct me if I’m wrong, was what Rafe had said to me, and although it was not going to make me question my friends, it was enough to make me realise that they hadn’t been treating me like I was one of them. It hurt. And it was made worse by the fact that Rafe could see it too.

“Rafe has been there for me over the past few days whilst you lot have been running around, keeping secrets from me.”

Kiara’s mouth opened and closed again, and I could see the argument in her mind - tell me the truth or keep their secrets safe. It was clear to see which side was going to win. Kie linked our arms again and started walking us through the maze of camping chairs, lips tight. “Just be careful, please, Avi?”

Out of the corner of my eye to my right, I could see Rafe sat with Topper and Kelce. I wanted to turn, to look at him, but up ahead I could see Pope and JJ. They were already looking at us. As we approached, Pope stood up and awkwardly put his arms around Kie. JJ was far less stiff as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in tight, and then offering me the camp seat next to his. I took it, Kie to my left, and Pope on the end, just as the movie started to play. Kie started to shift in her seat and looked at me. “I’m going to get a drink, want anything?” I shook my head and felt JJ’s arm creep around the back of my chair.

Kiara walked away, and I forgot that she had disappeared as I relaxed into my chair, starting to enjoy the movie.

Suddenly she was back, a stressed look on her face as she sat back down in between Pope and me. “Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, tell your boy that we know what he did. What is that?”

Both JJ and Pope twisted abruptly in their seats, spinning to look behind them. I turned too, and followed their line of sight - to Rafe, Topper and Kelce. Topper waggled his fingers at them, and they turned back around. I looked at Rafe and met his eyes; even from a distance I could see that he was looking at me, but he did not look happy. There was enmity in his blue stare. I turned back towards the movie slowly, back to JJ and Pope’s hushed tones.

“Great, the whole death squad,” Pope whispered.

“Don't stare, bro,” JJ replied, looking past Kie and I. “Just warning you, if they corner me, I'm coming out swinging, okay? Slice and dicin'. I'm on edge right now.” He reached into his bag. “If that doesn't work, I got this right here.”

I watched as he pulled his gun partially out of his bag and shoved at his hand to put it away. Fury rose in my chest, matching the expression on Kiara’s face.

“I’m sorry, JJ, please tell me that you did not bring a gun here. There are kids!” she hissed at him. Pope’s blank expression was almost comical, but JJ’s looked determined.

“Why the hell have you got your gun, JJ? What did you guys do?” I whispered, glaring at both of them.

“Founding principle, you guys. No secrets amongst Pogues,” Kiara said, and I could have laughed at her statement, but instead it made something sink to the pit of my stomach. No secrets? They’d kept far too many from me. Maybe they didn’t really see me as a Pogue after all. “What is Rafe talking about?”

“Kie, Avery, it might go down tonight.”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

The boys refused to answer any further, and instead sunk down in their seats, eyes focused on the film. I tried to do the same, but the scenes were meaningless. All I could think of was what Rafe had said to Kie, and what JJ and Pope had done to earn the words. Pope’s leg jittered nervously and after a good ten minutes, I watched as Kie kicked him.

Pope looked over to JJ. “I need to take a piss. I can't hold it. I drank too much soda.”

“It's too exposed. They'll totally see us. And they’re blocking the bathrooms.” At Pope’s desperate look, JJ sighed. “Fine. Let’s go.”

“What are you going to do? Hold it for each other,” Kiara spat, but they both started to walk away, eyes nervously scanning the seats. I followed their movements until they had both walked around the screen, and then turned. Rafe, Topper and Kelce were not where they had been sitting before. Unease starting to flood through my body, Rafe’s words ringing through my had.

What had JJ and Pope done?

“I’m going to go and check on them,” I mumbled, the tension in my chest a living thing. Kie eyed me.

“And do what? Avery, they’re fine.”

“Fine, then I’m going to the bathroom.”

She waved me away with a hand, eyes still on the screen. “If you’re not back in five minutes, I’m coming to find you.”

I stood up and started to follow the path that JJ and Pope had walked, across and around the screen. A group of trees were on either side, but through the trees I could hear noises. The sounds of - a fight?

I rushed through the trees and froze at the sight in front of me. JJ and Pope were fighting - and losing - against Rafe, Kelce and Topper. Kelce had JJ in his grip, arms restrained, and Rafe was pulling back to swing at him, whilst Topper had Pope under his arm and was elbowing him in the back.

As it had on the beach before when Topper had been attacking John B, my instincts took over. I ran at Rafe, Kelce, and JJ just as Rafe swung. I threw myself at Rafe, wrapping my hands around his arm and pulling it back as hard as I could. He didn’t move as much as I had hoped, but it did slow his momentum and stop him from hitting JJ’s face again. He turned to me as I held his arm, and it gave JJ just what he needed to break free from Kelce and turn and punch him in the face. Rafe moved to stop him, but I dug my nails into his skin.

“Rafe, stop!” I yelled, pulling him with all my might. “Leave him alone!”

The grin that Rafe gave me sent chills through my body, far from the sweet boy who had been smiling at me at the Country Club only an hour ago. “No can do, sweetheart. And I’m going to have to ask you to get out of here.”

He yanked his arm free from my grip and leaned down. Before I could stop him, I was lifted over his shoulder, suddenly staring down at the ground. “Put me down!” I screamed, fists smacking his back as hard as I could, but he showed no sign of caring, his arm holding my body tight to his shoulder as he walked. “Rafe!”

“Avi!” I heard JJ yell and suddenly he was there in front of me, then gone as Kelce tackled him. I kicked my legs into Rafe’s stomach, hoping to wound him, injure him, anything to get him to put me down.

“Avery, stop fighting me,” he yelled. His free arm wrapped around my legs and held them down, minimising my movements.

“Put me down, you bastard!”

“Have it your way,” he hissed, and flung me off of his shoulder. I fell to my feet and gravity took over as I continued to fall backwards, hitting the floor. Rafe spared me only a frenzied glance. “Stay down,” he ordered, then turned his back and was heading towards the others, towards the fight. JJ had the upper hand with Kelce, but Pope was doubled over, wheezing as Topper elbowed him again.

This time I launched myself at the golden-haired Kook, pure unfiltered anger fuelling me. How dare he think that he could attempt to drown my cousin? Attack my friends? “Fuck you!” I screamed, leaping onto his back. I smacked his face from behind, tried to aim my feet at his private area to inflict as much pain as possible. Every part of me was hitting at him, and whatever I was doing must have worked as he let Pope go.

“Bitch!” he yelled, swinging himself around, trying to dislodge me. I clung on, landing a satisfying smack to his cheek. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled again.

And then I was yanked away from him, all air being swept from my body at the pressure of the grip around my waist - it felt like my stomach was being squeezed in on itself as I flew backwards. And then my feet hit the ground and I was being pulled backwards at a merciless pace, away from JJ who was on the ground, and Pope who having had a minute to recover, landed a decent punch to Topper’s face.

The familiar cologne, the scent of crisp, night air confirmed to me who was holding me.

“Rafe, I swear to God, let me go!” Both of his arms were around my waist, but one moved to my jaw to pull my head back, to lean against his shoulder. I was breathing heavily, tired from trying to fight. Both of my hands moved to the hand at my face, trying to pull it away but I achieved nothing. Kelce was staring down at JJ, but JJ’s head was to the side, staring at me and Rafe.

“Get your hands off of her, you asshole!” he yelled, his nostrils flared even as blood dripped from his nose. “Don’t you touch her!”

I was still pulling at Rafe’s hand but felt it tighten fractionally on my jaw as his lips brushed my ear. “What do you think, sweetheart? Does he sound jealous to you?”

“Let me go, Rafe,” I spat, and felt his body vibrate against mine, his laughter in my ear.

“Come on, Avery, I thought we were friends,” but - and perhaps it could have been my imagination - his grip started to loosen ever so slightly -

And then all I could see was light and fire, and Kiara stood next to the movie screen that was slowly catching alight. Topper pushed Pope away and Kelce climbed off of JJ, as screams from the other side of the screen started to fill the night. Rafe’s arm let go of my waist, and the hand on my chin slid down my arm, sliding his fingers along mine.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said, tugging at me. His gaze flickered from the growing flames and back to me, his deep blue eyes bright and burning.

“You want me to go with you?” I hissed, yanking my hand back, stepping away from him. He watched me; his jaw clenched. “You attacked my friends.”

“I think you’ll find that they attacked us,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm.

“That’s not true,” I said, a crack in my voice as I took another step away. “It’s not.”

“You weren’t here,” he replied lowly, hand out for me to take, as I had done countless times. “Don’t always believe that they are so innocent.”

A hand hooked itself around my elbow, and I turned to JJ. Kie and Pope were already running away. “Come on, Avi, let’s go,” JJ said, and sent a look of hatred to Rafe. Rafe returned it likewise, and I watched his eyes focus on JJ’s hand on my arm. I looked from Rafe to JJ, and I felt my expression soften at the blood around JJ’s nose, at his split lip.

“Go on, Avi,” Rafe finally spat, and turned on his heels, calmly walking the way that Topper and Kelce had headed too. “Have fun with your Pogues!” he called over his shoulder.

A part of my chest burst; my shoulders sagged in defeat as I watched him go for a moment before everything finally started to catch up to my brain - the heat from the flames was on my back. JJ started to run, and I moved with him, away from the burning screen, away from the fight, and away from Rafe.

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Paralyze.

Chapter 71

Now I was taking a shower, a cold one.

Katsuki was lying fast asleep on my bed after I changed into some of my clothes. I bit my bottom lip and sighed, stepping out of the shower, drying my body and getting dressed in my nightwear.

Any minute now dinner will be ready. But while I waited, I walked out of my bathroom and sat on my desk chair, grabbed my phone and kept practicing for a while.

When I was about to practice one more time my phone vibrated in my hand.

BunnyZuku;

Dinner's ready, (M/n)-kun :)!

;Thank you, Izuku! I'll be there in a few.

I got up from my chair so I could wake Katsuki up, but my screen lit up with another message, this time it was from Eijiro.

Ei-kun;

Dude, seriously, where's Bakugou?

I hesitated for a bit, thinking of what I should reply, but I decided to be -half- honest.

;He's in my room now, Eijiro. We'll be downstairs in a bit.

Oh! Okay!

I sighed once again, and placed my phone down on my bed, leaning down to wake up my boyfriend. "Katsuki."

My left hand rested on his hair, stroking his scalp softly. Katsuki groaned, turning around to face me, his relaxed expression was replaced with a slight frown, joining his eyebrows together. I knelt on the ground by my bed, reached up with my right hand and I placed it on his cheek, caressing under his eye with my thumb.

"Wake up, love, dinner's ready." His eyes fluttered open, the glossy crimson gaze he was sending my way made me shiver and I felt a heat rising to my face.

"(M.../n...)?" I smiled at him and left a peck on his forehead. He blushed and smiled too.

"Come on," I let go of his hair and cheek, holding his hands instead, standing up and raising him with me.

Katsuki stood on his feet, a small wobble on his stance, but I helped him stand. As soon as Katsuki was correctly balanced, he noticed the big maroon hoodie he had on.

"You dressed me..." I chuckled and messed with his spiky hair, he tsked and held my wrist, pulling it down.

"I wasn't going to let you sleep with your stained tank top on." The very moment I finished my sentence, Katsuki's face turned red.

He seemed to have just remembered what happened like an hour ago.

"W-well uh... y-you said something about ddinner, right? L-let's go then..." he stuttered and walked away, almost tripping over invisible objects. He held the doorknob and pushed it down, opening the door.

Katsuki walked out on his own, but he abruptly stopped right outside my door, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

"Are you coming or what...?" Katsuki played with his fingers, squirming around in his place and I just shrieked internally.

Without thinking, I dashed right at him, holding him by his waist and spinning him around for a few seconds. Katsuki gasped and cursed at me to put him down, which I did, but after he threatened to explode my entire existence.

I closed my dorm door, and we walked to the elevator in silence. The ride down to the common room was the same, and as soon as we hopped off the square metal box, Katsuki was surrounded by Eijiro, Kaminari and Mina.

"Bakugou, you said you'll help us study!" The three of them exclaimed in unison, but they failed to notice -or completely ignored- Katsuki's rage.

He was shaking and gritting his teeth, how did they not notice?

But, ignoring them, I turned and looked around, searching for an empty seat. Which I found, thanks to Izuku waving at me.

I signalled him to wait for a minute, and I stared at Katsuki, trying to get his attention. "What?"

A snicker got past my lips at his harsh voice, but I just shrugged it off, already knowing Katsuki's behaviour pattern, "I'll be with the 'Dekusquad' for a while, enjoy your time being a temporary teacher, Katsuki."

He still seemed angry, but he just growled at me with a sneer and I nodded once, watching him walk to a different table where Sero was sitting, surrounded by food trays. I just chuckled and walked towards Izuku, where a food tray was waiting for me.

I greeted everyone here -Tsuyu, Uraraka, Iida and Shouto- with a nod and a small grin, sitting down next to the curly-haired greenette.

I talked with Izuku, occasionally with Shouto and Iida, during the whole duration of the dinner. And all the while I never missed Katsuki's yelling and cursing, at least during the first ten minutes because then he exclaimed something along the lines of 'Come to my room later, assholes! Now, shut the fuck up!'

Well, that was how dinner went by.

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The next morning, everyone seemed kinda tired but also determined to keep practicing, while I...

Well, I was falling asleep even though I was standing.

Last night while Katsuki was helping three idiots with their studying, I had been up and rehearsing the song a bit more. Not gonna lie, I was really nervous about having to sing in front of a crowd. That was the first and second reason as to why I was so tired this morning.

My mind raced with all sorts of negative outcomes, and when I realized the time, I only had three hours to sleep.

That's why Katsuki was poking my face every once in a while. That dumbass also popped tiny explosions right next to my ear, laughing in my face when I would almost jump out of my skin.

But after breakfast, we had class, and then discussed some things before practicing again.

And now, during one reunion after class, Mina came back with a tuxedo blazer on, wearing a pair of sunglasses... and some of the dance team members were behind her, with a gloomy aura.

I had no idea what she was doing.

But she called out to Izuku, who looked at her with his usual nervous smile.

"Midoriya... you're out..."

Mina, could you elaborate on your words, please? Because Izuku seems ready to die.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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fuckitalltbh2 · 4 months

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making my own post about ed while actually medically obese.

I've been doing this shit since 11 or younger, my weight went from average to uw but didn't have scales or much photos survive all the time. I almost went the mi@ route even without Internet (mid 20s)

I became medically obese because I developed BED after traumatic events along with psych meds in my early 20s.

I developed full blown anorexia at 22, kick started by going to a dietician that put me on diets that were legit 500 calories. Despite all of my behaviour, I restricted without calories counting and didn't know much. Then I learned about it through "normal ppl" weight loss places and here we are.

I lost weight very fast until I reached 60 kg, from 106 kg to 60 in about 4-5 months.

I recovered for a while at 25, but it was unmonitored and basically a big binge cycle. I went through a fitbro era there, macros obsessed and protein, but the binging got to me.

First of all, everyone will say mean comments. You'll be ashamed to get out of the house and you know it's not in your head. You're actually obese, the number say it, people say it to your face.

Second, when you start restricting. Everyone is happy about your diet. For me it's all I could talk about, excited about my progress, obsessed. No one considered it wrong, they enabled and fueled my behaviour more.

Third, you'd go through different phases of weight loss and different bodies. People will have comments "yeah you're good but your body still has a belly or thighs or whatever, you need to lose more"

Fourth, you'll be praised for your control and refusing food. You're known as the diet person. "I wish I had your control, wish I was that lucky". People will come to you for tips. One triggering moment when I told a fat person at the time while I was skinny aka average, that I lost it in 5 month and they said not fast enough.

Fifth, you're going to deny your ed because it's "not bad enough" despite having all the rot, symptoms, behaviors, everything. Because you're not at your ugw or uw.

Sixth, plateau at an average weight hurts like a mf, hair fell out, heart was aching like crazy, my teeth were damaged from c/s and binging. All that shit.

Seventh. Yes loose skin, lots of it, collapsed stomach muscles, collapsed muscles in your arms. Even if you become ugw, your body will not look like sp0 and you'll feel like shit.

Eighth, god forbids if you decide to recover or enter a binge cycle. God fucking forbids, everyone will bully you. They'd say you lost your control. Pull up old pictures and say how pretty and skinny you were (mother in my case), everyone will do that. Even now, my family still fat shames me, throws around comments I need to diet or hit the gym.

Ninth, tip, keep your fucking clothes and store them. I'm lucky I still had all my old obese clothes because I would have had to buy an entire wardrobe. "it's not gonna be me I'll stay skinny", nope trust me, lies, ed is unpredictable, it's a disease and mental disorder. The @n@ to bed pipeline is real. I don't mean to scare anyone, but I think some of you know this already.

Tenth, again people will notice your relapse and encourage it even if they know about your ed history.

11th, recovery places are toxic as shit. They have attractive to skinny people, lip service, and predatory in the financial sense. Plus, the people are comptetive even there. I rather talk about my recovery with my ed friends that I've known for a while. It's not as triggering. Also, you can recover however you fucking want, there's no script, harm reduce, whatever. You don't have to listen to anyone asides from a therapist if they are right for you . Plus, recovery accounts are restriction focused not mi@ or bed friendly, similar to here in a way, 🤷🏻

For me personally, working on the thoughts and reducing the habits. But I want a lifestyle change to reach an average weight and stay there. All the brain rot still lives, but it's a compromise because I can't cope with still being obese.

#Tw edd #3d vent #ed male #malespø #male thinspi #tw ana diary #enby ed #ftm ed #malesp🌧#male ed #malespii #@tw edd #@na vent #boy ana

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lemme-just-oops · 1 year

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Good day..i would like to make a request.... How about MC is like vil schoenheit from twisted wonderland?

Alpheratz: You clearly work hard on yourself and he admires this. And you seem happy with yourself, so he does not judge you for it. You want everyone to improve themselves, and that may remind him of a certain sorcerer, and so he will not be sure if you are giving him advice or scolding him. And because of this, he may be distant at first.

Arcturus: He admires you so much. The way you never seem to be stressed and then talking about the countless routines and hobbies you have. He works hard too, but feels like there is a big distance between your efforts, which he intents to close. He may also sees you as an inspiration to make clothes, expanding his knitting to sewing.

Pollux: His standards are low, especially when it comes to looks. But because that seems to be important to you, he might judge you before getting to know the real you. But worry not, as soon as he sees past the first layer, he will forever apologize for how he judged you. The two of you probably have different definitions of what effort means, or how it shows, so comparing this view will lead to some changes in worldviews.

Sirius: What interests him are the skills that others barely notice about you. The skills that are not traced to a hobby, but the fact that you seem to notice the smallest changes in someone's behaviour instantly, or how you easily memorize people. Many people are bound to oversee this, so he pays extra close attention to this. He likes it when people get a "bad reputation" for being strict, because he likes to point out all the inner details about you when someone badmouths you. "VIL said my hair is a mess!" Sirius: "And you disagree?!"

Spica: Being strict quickly causes people to think you are heartless, and that may seem weigh you down on occasion. At least, it wears him down often enough, when people think that he wants to be a nuisance. He wants order and safety and everyone plays their role in this. You two could advice each other on how to help someone become the best version of themself, because if one fails, the other succeeds. Good cop/bad cop vibes. You two can easily become an inseparatable team.

Vega: He accepts advice under circumstances. The first circumstance is when he asked for it. The second circumstance is if the change seems to be worth it. And he will mention if he follows your advice in fleeting conversations. Though, he has a bit of a protective instinct when it comes to less mature sorcerers, so if you ever act strict to Pollux/Arcturus, he sees no issue in telling you to stop. Because he knows that to them, being strict equals being rude, and he will not let such moments influence them.

#imagine vil meeting alpheratz #pure trouble ensues #hiatus not quite over #platonic arcana #arcana twilight #pollux #sirius #arcturus #vega #alpheratz #otome game #request #spica #vil schoenheit

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8, 18, 32, and 40 for the writing ask game :)

Hello, thank you for asking! <3

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

Oooh!!! Great question....both would be very interesting; dialogue can be difficult sometimes, so a story without any appeals...although it would still be a challenge, of course. No action is quite a tough one; I wonder how I would go about either of these options. I think I could certainly have a go at no dialogue, because there's a lot that can be said without any spoken words.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

HRM!! ok jfhfj i'm gonna go with the bit from chapter 7 of sing where ocelot + big boss are having their little uh gunplay moment, mainly because that's a section which i rewrote/struggled with a bit. i originally had that moment taking place differently, right at the start of the chapter rather than once they get to bb's room. i wasn't happy with it, though, and i think it worked a lot better in the final version, especially since the visuals of bb on the bed + ocelot standing over him helped to emphasise the power dynamic and whatnot. (and i was then able to add kaz walking in LOL.) i still have the discarded passages, so i'll put them here.

Footsteps from behind you; and out of the darkness John emerges. You turn, but stay where you are, waiting for him to approach; and when he does, he keeps his distance, standing several feet apart from you.

He clears his throat. “There you are,” he says. “Came to find you because, uh - we’re having a sort of party - well, Kaz’s idea - we often have them - just a barbecue on the deck, that sort of thing. You should join us.”

His tone is apologetic, although whether he’s apologising for his earlier behaviour or for Kaz’s general existence, you really couldn’t say. You step closer so that you’re inches away, studying him. He stares back at you, unblinking; but there’s less of the monster about him now, you think. He's washed the blood off his face, and combed his hair somewhat; he looks decidedly more human.

He’s put on some clothes, finally - a t-shirt with a fatigue jacket worn open over the top; and there’s an unlit cigar in his mouth, you notice. You take out your lighter, but simply hand it to him instead of leaning in to do it yourself. He takes it with a fraction of a smile, acknowledging the rejection, and while he lights up you ask hesitantly, “You’re alright then? Your back, and whatever?”

“I’m fine,” he says; although you don’t miss the way he winces slightly when he raises his arm to light the cigar. You drum your fingers against your hip, churning over in your mind just what the hell else to say - or rather, where to even begin. The ocean continues to rush steadily around you, still the only noise in this deserted corner of the base.

Eventually, you break the stalemate. Swiftly, you draw your gun; pressing the barrel of the revolver against John’s temple, finger only an inch away from the trigger. You drink in the way he sucks in a breath, a barely detectable flinch before he stays stock-still, still looking you in the eye.

“Don’t take me for granted, John,” you say; and your voice is flat, emotionless. Straight from the interrogation room. You punctuate each sentence with a soft nudge of the barrel. “I don’t work for you. You’re not my commanding officer. And I could have this place sunk to the bottom of the ocean any time I fucking like.”

The silence is so cold, that you fancy John’s short huff of breath is visible.

“I know you could,” he says softly. Moving ever so slowly, he places his hand on your outstretched arm, lowering the gun gently down a little - until it’s by his mouth. Still keeping eye contact, he touches his lips to the end of the barrel - softly, tenderly, almost; and he wraps his mouth around, staying like that for several beats before pulling off with a soft smack.

Your own lips parted in surprise, you can’t help a sharp inhale of breath as you stare at him, hyper-aware of your finger by the trigger. A show of arrogance - certainty that you wouldn’t pull the trigger on him? A way of saying, beneath the mocking innuendo, "Ah, but you wouldn't do that to me, would you, even though you could?"

Or is it actually a show of trust - deference, even? Funny how it's your heart that's pounding, nerves going haywire, even though you're the one behind the gun, you think.

"Christ, John,” you say quietly, returning the gun to its holster. “That was loaded, you crazy bastard.”

John just smiles. “You were the one pointing it at me.”

Actually, I even had a third idea for how that scene should go, although all that exists of it is vague notes:

was basically going to have ocelot admitting like, "i was going to hold a gun to your head and be all dramatic about this... but we're both standing here in the rain and I've just spent the last hour listening to tapes about my mother so... can we do that later" etc, and then once he gets to bb's room bb brings up ocelots mention of having a lot to say, and i was imagining it ends up where ocelot is like just pointing his fingers at John instead of a real gun, a sort of weird let's pretend. (but they both know how real it is, or whatever.) idk.. honestly the start of chapter 7 was something i really took a while to figure out, i have lots of notes on it where i kept changing the order of things, how stuff happened etc. but i guess it turned out okay in the end LOL.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Ooh.... it's very difficult to pick just one line, but there are a lot of lines/passages from a book called Brideshead Revisited which are very memorable/make me go a little crazy etcetera.

'to know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom' is a line that probably finds its way into those popular tumblr posts connecting phrases from different books /media together, but in the context of the book, it's a Lot. there are some lovely longer passages/descriptions that I enjoy too.

It's one of my favourite books, I suppose. Full of nostalgia, impending doom, some really lovely writing and also some humour, the whole thing has an irony/air of satire to it as well as the heartfelt emotions which prevents it from being too pretentious. It helps that I watched the TV series adaptation of this book before I read it; they were very faithful to the book and had the protagonist's character narrating here and there with passages straight from the book. (in this paragraph, I can very clearly hear him saying '"this was my conversion to the Baroque ".... )

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I think I'll go for Maundy Thursday by Wilfred Owen; I can't claim to have read a huge amount of poetry (yet) (i'm trying!), but this is probably one of my favourite poems currently.

thanks for asking!! o7

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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 8) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~A semi-short one, but I just wanted to write the sassy man again~

Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy @randymeeksisafinalgirl @sleepy---head @robin-the-enby @hungrhay @likoplays @slxsher-whxre @nicolezghostz @spiderlilytengu

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Graphic description of injuries. Possessive behaviour. Gagging/retching/vomiting. The suit stays ON

Iron. Your mouth tasted like hot pennies held for too long in your hand as you came too. The dry, cloying sensation making you gag and turn onto your side, trying to find some moisture in your body as the gagging grew more intense. Eyes struggling to open and your whole body shook and ached, you couldn't really remember what had happened.

Mike. Where was Mike?

You vaguely recalled a sensation of weight against your body, and the soreness in your neck told you that something had gone on there. Half-leaning over the edge of the bed, you could hear footsteps approaching before the door to the room swung open. Too tired to lift your head as your body tried to dispel whatever was disagreeing with you.

William looked at you with somewhat pity in his face. Half off of the bed, retching and eyes watering, body shaking with exhaustion and the healing red, fresh skin over your neck made him clench his jaw. He'd been stupid to leave you alone with Michael, and now he was making him pay the price whilst you recovered. There was a sense of relief that you seemed alive though, still able to hear your pounding heart and you still smelt human, another relief as he approached the bed.

Carefully, he sat you up, watching you blink as you tried to orientate yourself, groaning as your head spun and the lights felt too bright. William grabbed a glass from the bedside and brought it to your lips, letting you sip at the water, your hand reaching up to support the glass as you tried to gulp it down greedily. He took it from you before you could however, shifting as one hand held you against his body before he reached down to the floor, picking up a bowl he'd stored down there as your face paled further and the retching came back.

He had the decency to look away as the water you had just drank came back up, body shaking harder as he quickly glanced back to see the thick water sloshing in the bowl before he put it down. Using part of his shirt to wipe at your face and clean you up, movements slow and tender almost. You had been sick before, the first three days in his house had been spent watching your unconscious body, watch as you changed and brightened once you'd woken up and you became healthier. He was somewhat glad he'd not brought you any new clothes or toiletries, it made you easier to ignore. But now you smelt odd to him, still mouth-wateringly good, but cold, something acidic hiding under your skin that made his nose scrunch up in distaste.

"William?" You spoke softly, throat sore and face scrunched up as the taste of copper was replaced with watery, acidic bile. The glass being placed to your lips again and you felt grateful for the water that cleared out your mouth somewhat.

"It's me bunny, how are you feeling?" His voice was unusually soft, making you glance up as you screwed your eyebrows together for a moment.

"Tired...I hurt..I'm cold." You managed to get out after struggling for the words, William shuffling on the bed and laying you back down on your side, tucking the covers around your shoulders tightly and layering a blanket down over you to see if it would help warm you up. Stroking your hair out of your face and his face still pulled into a deep frown. "Where's...Mike?" You asked, not noticing how William tensed up and he fought a low growl in his throat as you asked about his son.

"You don't need to worry about him. You just focus on getting better."

"But he-"

"I said no. Don't be stupid, shut the fuck up and try to get some sleep." He growled out, frowning as a little smile flickered across your lips. "What the fuck are you smiling at, dumb bunny?"

"It's weird when you're nice...I prefer...when you're you." Laughing weakly, you managed to wriggle your hands free of the covers, reaching out and taking hold of his larger-rougher one. Feeling how warm his skin was compared to yours with a satisfied sigh, eyes flickering shut again, though you still shivered.

Afton paused as he looked at your hand, so small and delicate as it held his. He could see you still shivering, and he grunted as he got off of the bed for a moment, allowing your hand to drop and tucking it back in. Carefully, he stripped off his outer shirt and slacks, letting the bloodied clothes sit in a pile on the floor and leaving him in a t-shirt and boxers as he padded around to the other side of the bed, climbing beneath the covers and pulling you close to him. Making you groan and squirm as you felt his heat against your back, but being forced to move onto a colder part of the mattress.

"William, I-"

"What did I say about going to sleep? You're freezing, this will make you warmer. Now, sleep, before I make it permanent." He grumbled in your ear, wrapping his large arms around you and pulling you close against him, large hand resting against your stomach whilst his other arm was tucked up by his head. Feeling your coolness sink into his skin and letting you slowly become warmer as he allowed himself to breathe slowly and deeply, your smaller body against his feeling not unpleasant.

He wasn't sure he remembered the last time somebody had been so close to him and still had a heartbeat.

Your breathing slowed and he took the opportunity to bite at his lip, letting the blood bead up before he kissed the side of your mouth gently making sure some of the beads got into your mouth before he laid back down. Squeezing you tightly to him, like he was afraid to let you go.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how warm you were this time. The second was the copperish taste in your mouth again, but this time you didn't gag or retch at it. You felt more alert than before, your body not quite as stiff or rigid and even your neck didn't feel as tender. Keeping your eyes closed as you turned over, feeling the warmth moving and breathing deeply, humming softly at the cologne that you remembered from the first day you'd been awake coming to your senses. Burying your head deeper into the pillows, you felt movement against your back as a large hand moved up the curve of your spine.

You tensed up, tilting your head upwards to see William next to you. His glasses digging into one side of his face where he was laid against the pillows. There was no movement in his closed eyes, or did his chest feel like it was moving as you paused, realising that your hands were placed against his chest and his arms were wrapped around your smaller body.

He looked peaceful as he slept, and you couldn't help but notice that his beard was getting a little longer than when you had first seen him. Recalling that Mike had said he couldn't see himself in a mirror, you wondered if he went somewhere to get a shave, or whether it was usually a hope and prayer as to whether it wasn't patchy. His hair was getting long and messy too, streaked with grey and some of it falling into his forehead, fine lines etched into the skin as you studied him up close for the first time.

As you laid in his arms, you began to recall what had happened to you. The euphoria, the warm blanket that seemed to settle over your brain. Though looking back, you shuddered as you realised that you were loosing more blood than you had even when William had stabbed you, your mind catching up to the fact that your body turning cool and clammy, pulse racing, had been a sign that it was struggling to function under hypovolemic shock. But you also faintly recalled the weight moving off of you, of William carrying you against his chest like something precious.

The thought made your cheeks heat up slightly.

Carefully, you wrapped your hands around his middle, burying your face into his chest and allowing yourself to loosely hug him back. Eyes closing again as you wondered why he hadn't just let you die, you'd been such an idiot afterall.

William's eyes opened as your arms wrapped around him, but he remained still. Allowing you to hold yourself closely to his larger body. He was glad that his heart was naturally slow to beat, as he was sure if he was human, it would have pounded loudly where your forehead rested. He could feel sparks in the back of his mind, gears that had long since stopped turning moving to languid life once more as your warm breath against his chest reminded him of things he didn't realise he missed about being human.

His hand crept up your back and pressed between your shoulders, moving his head as he allowed his eyes to close again. "You don't seem quite as dead this time." His voice sounding above your head making you scream slightly and press back from his chest, only prompting him to hold you tighter, chuckling as he realised you thought he was still asleep.

"You bastard! You-"

"I what? And I'll have you know, my parents were married when they had me, thank you." Teasing as his deep voice rumbled and he found himself breathing again, laughing at your slight panic as your fist ineffectively smacked his chest.

"You were asleep." You breathed, trying to get your heart rate to calm down as it made your head pound uncomfortably and you groaned, feeling William tense slightly as he loosened his grip on your body.

"Was I? Or do you just not know what a vampire looks like sleeping?" You smacked him again for the comment, hearing him grunt lightly as he let you wriggle around in his arms before you settled again. Still tired and not wiggling to fight against him as he was stronger than you, and you didn't want to make him angry.

"Did I..." You swallowed as you began to ask the question, trying to keep yourself calm as you recalled the strange cold warmth that had consumed your body. "I..I just didn't want.."

"You're too nice, and definitely fucking stupid, bunny." Afton sighed, placing his chin on your head as he thought about how to explain it all to you. Feeling his jaw twitching and face contorting into a sneer as he recalled bursting into Michael's room, hearing the low growl that your glassy-heavy eyes were clearly oblivious too. You were a fighter, and he knew you wouldn't have gotten into that position if you'd fought Mike, and he also knew his son all too well. "I'm just disappointed you gave yourself to him over me."

"It felt...warm...I couldn't think straight." Trying to ignore the tint of anger in his voice as he expressed disappointment in you, feeling it burn in your chest for some reason as you swallowed.

"That would be the blood loss."

"It was before that... He...He made a comment, about you, how you didn't..make it feel like that." Avoiding his eyes before he gently grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes, making you shudder as the storm cloud colour siezed you in place. The way his thumb rested against your chin almost tender.

"Do you not think, bunny, that perhaps I cannot do something like that?" Confused must have crossed your expression as he sighed and rolled onto his back, letting go of your chin. One arm still wrapped around you as the other ran through his hair and rubbed at his nose where his glasses had dug in. "Can you whistle?"

"Nope, can't do it to save my life."

"Can you sing?"

"Well sort of?"

"Dance?"

"I mean...it very much depends on your definition." you murmured, making William scoff and shake his head, muttering something under his breath as he rubbed at his face again, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

"Just because we both have fangs, doesn't mean we have the same abilities. I don't know how that little bastard got that one, but he did. Made you feel all tingly, warm. I bet you came up with every excuse as to why you shouldn't move or fight back."

You could feel the colour drain from your face as your pulse raced, tearing your eyes away from William as his words stung a wound you didn't know was even open. Eyes watering as you realised how stupid you had been to offer yourself up to a predator, and one you knew nothing about. Not really.

Stupid, stupid little girl.

"God...I'm so fucking stupid." You whispered it out-loud, and William turned his head towards you. Scowling as he reached over with his free arm and ruffled your hair whilst pulling you closer to his side.

"Of course you are. You're my stupid little bunny, but I want you to remember that. My dumb little bunny. You can hardly blame a rabbit for being ignorant of a wolf's intentions when they play so nicely." You scrunched up your nose as he kept up the rabbit allegory, wondering what his whole thing with that was, but leaving it be. In his own way, it sounded almost like he was reassuring you that it wasn't your fault. And the way he called you his made your stomach knot up slightly, in a way that made you uncomfortable.

Slipping out of the covers and leaving you there, you almost whined as his heat left your side, before your eyes snapped to his body. Eyes widening as you realised that he was in boxers and a t-shirt, nothing else, giving you a good view of his thick thighs and how strong they looked, the smattering of dark hair running down his stomach as he reached up to stretch. Thick, strong arms dotted his scars beneath the coarse hair, your cheeks colouring and heating up all on your own as William began to turn towards you, cocky smirk on his face as he felt you staring at him.

You surprised yourself with your own speed as you grabbed a pillow by your head, launching it at the vampire and hearing it hit with a satisfying 'thwump', watching him flinch and put his hands up as it caught him off guard.

"YOU WERE NAKED?! I HAD A HEART TO HEART WITH YOU AND YOU WERE NAKED?!"

"This isn't naked, bunny." He countered, blinking at the pillow and fighting a smile as he felt a little proud that you had nailed him with it despite your recovering state. "And I had to get up and eat, and get you some food too."

"You're a pervert, William Afton." You growled, cheeks burning as he chuckled, sticking his long tongue out at you as he walked around the bed and picked up his slacks, pulling them on gracefully. You watched him carefully, feeling embarrassed that you'd been curled up against him half-dressed, quickly checking that you hadn't been undressed yourself.

"Yet I'm not the one staring at my ass like they want to see more." He retorted, making you squeak and bury your face in the pillows, the large man breaking into a deep laugh as you hid away. Shaking his head as he padded out of the room, heading towards the kitchen to grab you some food.

#steve raglan #william afton #william afton x reader #springtrap #steve raglan x reader #fnaf movie #springtrap x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut #fnaf x reader #vampire william afton

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sebstan2020 · 2 years

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The Rise of Hydra

Chapter 15

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Original Female Character

Warnings: Violence, Dom/Sub, Kidnapping, Hostage, Gun Violence, Corruption Kink, Forced Behaviour, Manipulation, Light Bondage, Captive

Summary: Being the President’s daughter hasn’t always been easy. Constantly having someone over your shoulder, rarely getting a minutes privacy except for being in bedroom and it wasn’t any different for Violet. Not to mention working as a junior doctor which was stressful enough. But things were about to turn more difficult for her. With Hydra rising once again, planning to take over the country and rule it the way they wanted it to be, Violet finds herself caught between the war and a hostage to their secret weapon, the Winter Soldier.

Violet woke the following morning, her eyes tired and puffy from crying all night. She had cried herself to sleep, non-stop thinking about her family. Would she ever see them again? She hadn’t even seen her father before she was taken and now, she might not ever see him again. It was scary how real this was getting, how Hydra well and truly would be in control of the country, running it, their way and she couldn’t imagine what they had planned. But she knew that innocent people’s lives were on the line, people that probably weren’t even a threat to Hydra, but they couldn’t take chances, they needed everyone eliminated to prevent any revolutions.

The moment Violet woke up, she was dreading today. Bucky had said they were going to be moving somewhere else but wouldn’t tell her the details. It could only mean something bad was going to happen. He was being very secretive with her and keeping her out of the loop. Violet sat up in bed, groaning at the kink in her back from the uncomfortable sleep she had endured every night even though the bed wasn’t that uncomfortable. But sleeping in an unfamiliar place and being held captive was going to give anyone a bad sleep.

Seconds later, the scuff of boots outside the room made her head look up and the door opening made her flinch. Bucky stood, dressed in his gear like always and stepped inside. Violet found herself scooting back into the bars of the headboard and the duvet scrunching into her lap. She noticed he was carrying a bowl and spoon and as he made eye contact with her, he smirked.

“Good morning” he said, and Violet swallowed.

“Morning” she murmured back, and he proceeded to the desk, placing the bowl down.

“Brought you some breakfast, you’re going to need it” he said, and Violet felt her stomach flip.

“Why” she asked with fear in her voice. What was so important about having breakfast today.

“Well, we have a long journey ahead of us and with what’s to come next you need a full stomach” he strolled forwards to her, and Violet blinked in silence. What was to come? He still wasn’t giving away any answers and it scared Violet. Before she could ask any other questions, he turned to talk out the room, calling back to her.

“Eat up, we leave in 15” and with that he shut the door. Violet sighed and rubbed her face with her hands, taking a calming breath.

Violet had debated whether to put a stand to this. She thought about not even leaving the bed and refusing to do as he asked her. But twice now she had been disarmed and beaten by him, thrown to the floor like a doll and lost the fight. The breakfast was calling her name and she imagined if she didn’t eat it, whatever was coming for her later would be much worse if she hadn’t eaten. She didn’t want to be manipulated by this man’s words, but it seemed to be working. So, like a good girl, she obeyed.

She ate her breakfast, weary of how much time she had until they made their move. She changed into some comfy clothes, a pair of black leggings, a white top, and a hoodie she found in the draws along with the trainers. Having no idea what was meeting her today, she wanted clothes that could mean she was comfortable as possible and could run if if she had the chance to escape which she was praying she did. The porridge she had been given was bland and she worried it wasn’t going to fill her up but at least she had done as he had asked. The last thing she needed was him forcing it down her throat.

It must have been exactly fifteen minutes when Bucky came back in. She was stood beside the bed, having been pacing and panicking, when he came over. he noticed the empty bowl of porridge on the desk, and he smiled.

“Good girl looks like you can follow orders” he laughed softly under his breath and Violet glared at him.

“Not like I have much of a choice” she gritted back, and Bucky wrapped his hand around the middle of the chain securing her wrists together, yanking it back so he pulled Violet into him, her chest hitting his and she gasped as she stared up at him.

“No, you don’t” he whispered and without taking his eyes off her, he unlocked the cuffs. Her wrists felt cold as they dropped to the floor with a clunk, finally able to move her arms about and ease the cramps in her upper arms. She rubbed her raw skin, her thumb skimming over the bumps and scratches from where the leather had been rubbing. Suddenly her arm was seized in his metal hand, his grip so tight it could nearly break her arm and he tugged her along like a rag doll.

Violet stumbled along the way, trying to keep up with his big strides and they reached the main part of the house. It was familiar to her from when she escaped but instead of going to the front door like she thought, he tugged her to the back door which led out from the side of the house. The fresh air of the early morning was cold and sent a shiver down her spine. The birds in the trees tweeted, the sound squeaking in her ear drums and the grass crunched under their footsteps.

As Bucky pulled her into the garden of the back of the safe house, her eyes widened at what was in front. A helicopter sat in the middle of the grass, large and black with long blades that could slice you in half if you got too near. She seemed to slow down her steps as she shock flushed through her.

‘Well, that would have been useful for my escape’ she thought to herself. If only she had gone this way she could have been out of here by now. Well not really, she didn’t even know how to fly a helicopter and the chances of her surviving doing that were slim so perhaps it would be the best idea.

Bucky pulled her over to the helicopter, flinging the door open and shoving her inside. There were two seats and she stumbled into one of them, tripping over the step and falling into the leather.

“Put this on” he handed her the seatbelts that were coming from all angles. She looked up with hesitation but obeyed quickly, bringing one strap over one shoulder, and clicking it in and then the other, finishing with the two straps across her waist. The moment the buckle clicked holding all the belts in place, her wrists were snagged by him. She yelled out in surprise and watched as he secured her wrists in a pair of handcuffs, thicker than normal and heavy. The click of the lock sent a chill through her body, and he dropped her hands on her lap.

“Just encase you get any ideas” he threatened but she could see the smile in his lips as he said it. Violet huffed and Bucky climbed out of the helicopter, storming his way back to the house. Violet sighed loudly, slamming her head in the back of the leather seat, it slightly moving as she did, and she stared down at her hands. Would she ever not be handcuffed or was this going to be a permanent thing.

The handcuffs didn’t look like any normal ones like the police use. They were a thick metal, wrapping snuggly around her thin wrists and a thick bar in between them keeping them at a strict length. There was no way she’d be getting out of these and no way she’d be able to cause a disruption. She looked around the helicopter, taking in the interior and scanned to see anything of use to her but there wasn’t much. She was regretting not shooting him from before and making a run for it again.

Bucky came back a moment later, a bag thrown over his shoulder and he threw it into the helicopter and slumped down in his seat. He secured his door, pulling up the latch and then reached over Violet, his arm brushing her and his body leaning over hers as he secured her door. Violet sucked in a breath as he did and when he moved back, he looked her in the eyes, his icy blue orbs intimidating her, that smirk still written on his lips.

Bucky had to admit he enjoyed seeing her like this, handcuffed and at his disposal, completely under his control. she had nowhere to run and now she had to endure sitting next to him. He switched on the helicopter, the blades whirring above and whipping through the air, a thud with every turn. He flipped some switches, a high-powered noise tuning up and he grabbed a hold of the console, slowly pulling them to lift the helicopter up.

Only when the helicopter left the ground did Violet being to realise this was happening. She had no way of escaping now and she stared down at the safe house, realisation that she truly had no way of getting home. The chances of someone finding her now were nearly impossible she thought, and she stared down sadly into her lap as the helicopter took off, flying above the forest and the safehouse disappearing in sight.

Chapter 16

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Recalled • Part 1 • 7 - Roland

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The inside of a plane carrier, squished, tight, struggling, but you can’t show it, you can’t show how uncomfortable you are with how little space you're given. There are no boundaries anymore, but you deserve it, earlier you put your hands on a girl because you wanted to rile up her boyfriend. And for your terrible behaviour, you deserve to be shoved and sealed in a crate and be shot at, you didn’t kill those five kids, heck, you can’t even kill at all, but for your ragging personality you’ve been blamed for it.

Roland never talked in that squished crate that day, he just stared blankly, waiting for it to all be over. His claustrophobia probably got worse that day when they all found the dead bodies of those five kids.

During “Exchange Day” as they called it, each Recall was sent to a local hospital from their hometown. Everything was fast-paced that day, there wasn’t anything to pack, it was just putting on some casual clothes, eating and getting out of there, all Roland had to bring back was that shark stuffie Lilian left with him. Roland was going back to Indianapolis with two girls, girls scare Roland now, well, not the girls themselves, but Roland fears he might turn back to his old terrible way of taking advantage of them. His therapists have told him multiple times that it won’t happen again, “You don’t have the muscle memory or the thoughts of even doing something like that anymore. I doubt something like this will ever happen again.” They tell him.

But Roland doesn’t believe it, so when he’s sandwiched between those two girls in the car he holds on to that shark stuffie for dear life.

The car is actually decently sized, it makes Roland think of that picture he once saw of a tithe carrier, which makes Roland think even more ‘Can tithes be recalled?’

Looking around him, he notices that the girl to his right has a prayer covering. Unfortunately for him the girl has the sharpest reaction time ever, and now they just sat there blankly staring at each other.

“What?” She muttered.

“Are you a tithe?” He blurted out, Roland immediately palmed his face with both his hands, sitting in his own bubble of shame. To his surprise she takes a moment and then says,

“Yes, I was a tithe, I was tithed a few days before god could accept no more, and my church told me that god loved me so much that he sent me back down to give happiness back to the world.”

This answers a question for Roland yet it opens a Pandora's box of even more questions, like ‘why would parents even want tithes back?’

“‘Before god could accept no more?’ Oh, you're talking about the day unwinding became illegal in the United States.” The girl on the other side of Roland exclaimed.

“Well I guess it's a good thing for you, but it’s quite melancholy for us.” The first girl responded.

“Why is it bad? Aren’t you happy you're alive?” The other girl asked.

“I guess different people have different ways of thinking about unwinding, I feel bad for you though,” Roland argued, addressing the girl to the right of him.

“Most people who are tithed are groomed from a young age to accept death, I mean, I know some cultures have an acceptance of death, but I’m pretty sure it’s that they don’t fear it.”

The girl looks out the window, just silent, Roland turns around to see the girl to his left, right up in his face which makes him audibly gasp.

“So, why were you unwound?” She asks.

The reason for Roland’s unwinding is a touchy subject for him, he would have straight told her before his unwinding, but now his brain, speech, mannerisms and other things about him have changed so much that he’s almost scared to talk about it. He has to remind himself that he can’t be hurt by his past anymore and with one big breath of air he lets it out, but not really.

“I was a violent asshole, not much else about it,”

It was true that Roland was a violent manipulative asshole, but the real reason he was unwound was because he beat the living daylights out of his abusive stepdad after he put his hands on Roland’s mother. Not a lot of people can understand the stress that Roland's mother got put under, which led to her signing an unwind document, which is why Roland lies, to save grace for his mother.

“Really, that’s kind of boring,” The girl tells him.

“Oh yeah, Well what’s your story then?” He retorts.

“I got a little too public about my standing against unwinding and abortions and stuff, so my parents were pressured to silence me, kind of tragic when you think about it.” She answered.

“Yeah, yeah.” He replied.

“I was groomed… he talked to me in private sometimes…. they told me everything was alright, that god still loved me.”

Roland and the other girl now look over to their left where the girl now cries.

“H-hold up, you got mentally groomed and physi- oh god- oh no.” Both girls are now mentally losing it while Roland sits in the middle. Before he can react, it hits him like a brick wall, the horrified look of the girl from the graveyard, was it Rita- no Risa, doesn’t matter, her face is now contorting into an uncanny face of hatred and disgust there’s someone behind her, someone Roland once truly loved, Valerie and she has that same uncanny face. Suddenly Roland feels a chill down his spine, he realizes though that it’s an actual finger, and he turns to look behind him to see himself with a physically impossible psychotic grin. The other Roland grabs Roland’s chin and whips it around back to the girls, he then whispers into his ear.

“Look at how much you hurt them, do you honestly think you deserve a second chance at this, will you really stay in line?”

“URGH! Fine! Go have fun with your stupid little ‘I’m holier than thou’ tithe life!” The slamming of the door finally wakes Roland from his nightmare, he looks around to see only the girl to his right left in the car.

“Oh, Uh, sorry for the screaming, that girl was a real religious nutcase!” She ranted

Roland sat there stunned for a moment before responding.

“Sorry I had a weird dream, can you fill me in on where we left off?” He groggily asked.

“I told you why I got unwound and then you told me you were going to have a nap.” She recalled.

“Oh thank god that last part was a dream.” He muttered

Half an hour later Roland and the girl get out of the car at the community hospital north of Indianapolis, As they step into the hospital Roland realizes he doesn’t even know her name.

“Hey, uhm, not sure if you told me but, what’s your name?” He asked.

“It’s Kate, what’s yours?” She asked.

“Roland.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Roland, hope we become friends!” She replied.

It made Roland feel happy that she had a good experience with him, well, enough to not hate him immediately. He’s glad that the girl from before didn’t actually say the last thing he heard from her. Although he’s a bit mortified by these recurring nightmares.

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