#she loves them but like how do you keep managing to get arrested over nothing

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The Apartment Across The Street - Sukuna x Reader

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of the window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it.

Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

Words: 6.7k

Tags - 18+ MDNI, No Use of Y/N, No Curses, Set in late 90s/early 00s, Smut, Angst, High Sex, Missionary, Degredation, Marijuana, Slight x Toji (I can't help myself)

WARNINGS - Dead Dove, Dark, Non-Con/Dub-con, Breaking and Entering, Sukuna and Toji are criminals, Sukuna's a hitman, Choking, Violence

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author's note: Heyyyy! Okay I went a little too hard like I always do so this is a bit long and (imo) it get's a little intense so be warned. I hope you enjoy hopefully I have some motivation to keep writing. art cred: @innaillus

That apartment used to be empty.

Sukuna hadn’t been home in a week. He doesn’t mind. He’s learned to not have too many hopes or expectations in this line of work. Besides, he prefers being his own boss. He accepts contracts when he needs money then he’s off until it runs out. Doesn’t matter if they take days or even weeks.

Shorter jobs like this one weren’t his treat. They don’t pay as much as he likes, but it works out. These apartments were a bit shitty, they didn’t cost too much. And, he was right in the middle of the city. Easy to meet clients. The clubs went on all night long. Which is exactly how late he was out when he was home. Actually, he was planning to go out tonight. Meet up with Toji and see if he can’t get a woman in his bed by 2 am.

He wondered how long it would take to see his newest neighbor. The way the apartments in the complex are built, you could easily see into your neighbor’s bedroom. 'State guidelines say blinds aren’t required. You buy them,' was the response he received when he brought the problem up to the landlord. A lot of people invested in curtains, maybe they hadn’t bought any yet. He saw a bed, but it seems to be the only thing they’ve managed to set up. There were a couple boxes with flaps wide open sitting beside it.

After a few more moments of rumination, he closed his curtain and laid down on his bed waiting for a text to come over. In truth, he couldn't wait to see who was unlucky enough to be his new window neighbor. The last one didn’t go too well. They also didn’t invest in curtains and he isn’t entirely sure if he’s the reason they moved out, but he’s sure they didn’t appreciate catching his stare multiple times a day. And that one time at midnight.

-

All it took was the next morning.

Sukuna’s eyes crept open and he stared towards the ceiling. The girl he brought home last night was dead asleep and naked on his chest. He yawned and wiped his face tiredly. He nudged the girl off of him a bit, then sat up on the side of his bed. Ugh, he felt like shit. Toji always went entirely too hard when they went out, but Sukuna doesn’t mind. He has nowhere to be. Nothing to do. 

He got up and stretched then walked to the bathroom. As he completed his morning routine, he pondered about what today would behold for him. This is another reason he hated short jobs. Sukuna loves free time, but only if there’s something to do with it. There never really is.

He could kill that girl in his bedroom. In fact, he could have killed any girl he brought home since he moved in half a year ago. But the last time he made his job his hobby, it didn’t go so well for him. It was too close of a call, and getting arrested for murder just isn’t worth it. He could spend a couple months in the pen, not years at a time.

He spat out his toothpaste. Life was so fucking mundane. He had no life goals, barely any friends, his little brother hates him, and he works alone. All things he doesn’t actually care about, but shit, when is he going to get some excitement? Nothing gets him going anymore.

He needs something that will make him feel. A drug of some sort? But that doesn’t seem right to him. Even now as he walks back in the room staring at the woman in his bed, he feels nothing. If she woke back up and decided she wanted to have sex with him, he would say yes, but only because it’s something to do. He’s not feeling any particular way about her.

The moment he sat back down on the bed, she started shifting around. A few seconds later, she lifts her head and yawns. “Good morning.” She giggles, she leans over and kisses his cheek. Sukuna grunts.

The girl looks around the dark room. “It is morning, right?” She doesn’t let him answer before she stands up and opens the curtains. “Oh wow,” she exclaims. “I can see directly into your neighbor’s room.” She says. He still doesn’t get up, just hums at her.

“She’s cute though.”

Sukuna perks up upon hearing that. “Oh yeah? I haven’t seen her yet. She’s new.”

This was the first time since they’ve met that she said something interesting, but unfortunately for him, she drops the subject immediately and walks back into bed, leaving the curtains open. Sukuna holds back his sigh. Does he really want to spend the rest of his morning with this girl? It was half past 8. Way too early.

“I'm going to start getting ready for work,” he says without skipping a beat. She stops in her tracks and blinks at him, clearly not expecting that. It’s silent for a few moments. Sukuna’s not sure what she’s waiting on, but if it’s for him to say he’s kidding or let her stay, she’s sorely mistaken.

“Oh, I thought you were contracted,” she says nervously.

‘I only work when I feel like it, gorgeous.’ Sukuna inwardly curses himself for his suave nature. “Yeah. I got a contract. In an hour.”

His curtness and annoyed expression did good to make her feel completely and totally unwanted. The girl awkwardly smiled at him. “Oh, ha ha. Yeah…okay.” Sukuna got up and walked out of the room. Give her a little space to feel like shit while she gets ready to leave. He makes himself a cup of coffee, his face still that same blank expression even after he hears her rushing out the door from behind him. When she’s gone he takes himself back into his room.

He walks up to his window to close the curtains once more until someone catches his eye. He freezes and his eyebrows shoot upwards. That girl was right. She was cute. And he had the perfect view of her. She seemed to be posing or checking herself out. Sukuna wasn’t sure which one it was, but he hoped she didn’t stop. That bikini she had on was doing wonders for her, and him.

Something was off. Looking at her made him…tense. His hands were gripping the curtains, he was biting the inside of his cheek, his leg was shaking; Was it anxiety? No, she’s not making him nervous. What he’s feeling is euphoric. He likes it. He wants to grip her bare waist and squeeze her until she bruises.

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of her window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it. Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

-

It doesn’t take long after that to finally meet her.

Before taking his most recent job, Sukuna had nearly consumed everything in his fridge. What was left was now finished and he spent a lot of his morning sulking at a half empty milk carton, his breakfast for the day. He hated eating out, it messed with his figure.

The local grocery wasn't too bad of a walk from his place, although he hated carrying everything back. He always bought a few necessities and a few ingredients to quickly whip something up for his dinner. Today, he’d have to bulk up if he doesn’t want to keep coming back.

As much as he hated the public, shopping never seemed to be a problem for him. He was tall and intimidating, he never smiled, he was always tense; people tended to avoid him like the plague. He appreciated it. But, as he enters the frozen meal aisle with his cart half full he wishes that just for a moment, he looked approachable. Then, this would be much easier.

There she was, in sweatpants and a cropped tube top, looking at the frozen pizzas. She looked like she had been home all day. She was much cuter now that he could see her better. A lot cuter. She’s pretty as hell.

Thank goodness, too. He already knew what her body looked like, what with her constantly taking pictures of herself in front of the window. She liked to play dress up, she would try on entirely different outfits before she was satisfied. Pretty soon, the colors of her bras and panties would be ingrained into his memory.

He stood there looking her up and down for a few more seconds before he started browsing once more. Although he really was looking for food he wanted, he used this opportunity to slowly get closer to her. He pretended to be interested in some frozen broccoli and he snuck a look at her. To his surprise, and enjoyment, she had done the same. When they made eye contact, she jerked and looked away. A couple moments after that, she grabbed her food and walked away into another aisle.

Sukuna chuckled to himself. She wouldn’t get away that easily. He dropped the broccoli in his cart and followed after her. He hadn’t seen which aisle she’d gone into, so he kept walking down and looking into each one until he found her trying to get some chips from a high shelf. He smiled upon seeing her struggle. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

He managed to walk right up behind her and reach for the chips she was trying to get before she got startled. She gasped a bit and looked up at him. He looked down at her. Fuck, she was pretty. His heart started to pound, he could practically salivate at the idea of taking her home.

He hands her the chips before she can say anything, then walks away. Before he’s out of her sight he hears her say, “Thank you so much.”

Her cadence, the velvety softness of her voice; it made him want to drop to his knees. How sweet would she sound if he bit into her neck? How soft is her yelp when she stubs her toe? How shrill is her scream when she’s in pain?

Her appreciation made him stop in his tracks. He turned over his shoulder to look at her. She seemed nervous and her eyes were uncertain. Sukuna began to feel restless. So many ideas of what he could do to her if he got her alone were rushing through his mind and she was none the wiser. This aisle has been empty and no one has come by. He could take her right now.

Instead, he looks her up and down. “Yeah, sure.” And then he walks away with his shopping. He leaves wondering when next they’ll meet, she does the same as she watches his back.

-

“Still haven’t called the maintenance guy, huh? Lazy jackass.”

Sukuna turns his head to the side and glares at his unwanted guest. Toji may have been his best friend, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want to break his fat neck and bury him in the park. Besides, that title meant jack shit. They met in jail and Toji helped him get on his feet when Sukuna’s sentence was up. Toji never really left him alone and Sukuna stayed because his family was rich. If anything, they were close acquaintances who had sex sometimes.

Speaking of Toji’s money, the asshole grew up in an affluent family which means his standards were a bit too high for the humble abode that Sukuna prefers. It was probably the most annoying part about him. He was complaining about the door to the bathroom. It didn’t close correctly so you had to force it shut. Something that just isn’t enough of a problem to be bothered to try and fix.

“Stop coming over if it annoys you so much,” Sukuna responds, taking another drag from their second blunt for the morning. He was finally starting to feel something from it and he didn’t want to hear Toji whining about bullshit.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep coming. Especially with your fine ass neighbor.” Toji walked away again, not seeing Sukuna’s head jerk towards him. What was he talking about? Sukuna didn’t tell him about her. Did he see her?

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” He gets up to follow behind him. Sukuna looks down the hallway and sees both his room and the bathroom doors wide open. The bathroom was empty. “Get out.”

He starts walking towards his room door but jumps back when Toji rushes out of it. “Come look at this,” he says, grabbing his arm.

Toji had this crazed grin on his face and he was tugging him along impatiently. “What the hell are you-” Sukuna’s words die in his throat as he gazes upon what had Toji so excited. It was his beautiful neighbor changing in front of her mirror again except, there was a big problem. She had never been completely naked before.

Holy shit, her body could stop a truck. Sukuna let his jaw drop. His eyes raked her from her breasts to her legs. She would turn around occasionally, walk back and forth in front of the window, oh he loved the way her tits bounced. He wanted her on top of him, his dick sliding in and out of her while he latched onto her nipple.

“She’s sexy as fuck, huh?” Sukuna’s unceremoniously snapped out of his trance by Toji’s comment. He turns his head towards him looking at his smile and twinkling eyes. “She do this all the time? Does she even know?” Toji gasps and looks him in the eye. “Does she do it on purpose?”

I’m that moment, a switch had flipped inside of Sukuna. Toji was watching her before he brought him in here. He saw her naked first. He shouldn’t have seen her at all. The warm swarm of butterflies in his abdomen had fluttered away, a feeling of rage building in his heart instead. She was Sukuna’s to look at, not Toji’s.

To answer his question, Sukuna shrugs. Then, they both turn towards her again only to make eye contact with her. They see her gasp, cover herself and shriek before running from the window. “Fuck,” they say in unison before shutting the curtain.

“I blame you for that,” Toji says despite both of them being at fault. He puts his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room. “Where’s the blunt?”

Toji may have forgotten about that little encounter, but Sukuna doesn’t think he can forget anytime soon. He hates that Toji got to see her like that. They still haven’t spoken more than once to each other, and now she knows he’s a pervert that stares at her through their windows. Sukuna scowls at the ground then slams his hand into the wall. She’ll leave soon just like the last one did, but this time, he doesn’t want to accept that as a possibility.

He gives himself time to calm down before joining Toji again. He can’t bring work home again.

-

It was over.

He saw her once after that incident. Waiting for Toji to pick him up for the night, he stood outside the local gas station smoking a cigarette. She’d been on his mind since. She invested in curtains, unfortunately. She was really uncomfortable. He’s not even sure if she’s left the apartment.

Thinking about what happened made him furious. If Toji hadn’t gone into his room he would have never seen her. Oh he just can’t shut the hell up about the shape of her ass and how he would let her suffocate him with her gorgeous thighs. Sukuna sighed, her thighs were gorgeous weren’t they?

She was a missed opportunity. There are so many ways he could have started something with her. It’s not like she didn’t like him, had they met again before that, he’s sure he could have gotten her number. Usually, missing out on a woman wasn’t that bothersome, but she was different for him. He looked forward to beating his dick under the windowsill while she tried on clothes. His imagination wasn’t bad, but by the time he came in his hands, his dick was red and sore and his arm was tired.

His memory is not enough. He wants her.

He looks at the time on his watch. A quarter ‘til midnight. He rolls his eyes. Toji’s always late. A quick snack is in order.

Sukuna mindlessly stares at the powdered donuts wondering if he really feels like fucking up his clothes and having dirty fingers. He hates club bathrooms, the one here is just as bad, and he doesn’t want to lick his fingers. Maybe he won’t. But right before he decides to leave, the door opens. He turns his head upon hearing the small ring of a bell, but doesn’t pay attention to the culprit until they’re in the same aisle. “Oh shit,” he said before he could stop himself.

He tries to look away before she notices, but it’s too late. He looks back at her and grimaces. The girl is shaken to her core. Poor thing is afraid. And while Sukuna feels a bit bad about making such a cutie so frightened, it kind of…warms his heart. She takes in a deep breath and twists back around. She doesn’t even buy anything. She just leaves.

He almost chases her. He stands in the aisle still reveling in her presence. He breathes deeply thinking about how nice it felt to have such power over someone. Hm.

Sukuna leaves the store only a few moments after her. Toji’s BMW was running next to a pump as he got out of the car. “Oh shit, there you are.” He grins. “Guess who I just saw.”

“I know. She was running from me.” Sukuna says, getting into the passenger seat.

Toji cackles while driving away. “Damn, so she’s scared of us, huh?” Sukuna shrugs. “She looked like it. Girl was huffing it. Actually…she ran down the street towards where we’re going.”

Sukuna raises a brow at him. Toji doesn’t say anything and just keeps smiling. “So?”

He turns on his beamers and slows down as he drives between the apartment buildings. Sukuna’s eyes widen as he realizes just what Toji’s trying to do. And soon his lips follow. Just up ahead was a figure with a hoodie walking very quickly. They turn around and immediately shield their eyes from the bright lights. It was her.

She seemed confused at first, and the bright light contrasted with the darkness of the night blinded her from seeing who was in the car. However, she didn’t stop walking or slow down. She decided to mind her business instead. It could be anyone. Anyone. Even though it was the same car waiting at the gas station.

Despite her telling herself that she’s okay, she couldn’t help but notice how they were matching her speed. And that once they had gotten right behind her, the window was rolled down. And that she still had a block left to go.

“Ay,” Sukuna shouted from behind her, effectively terrifying her. She turned to see his smile and upon further investigation, she saw Toji’s from the driver’s seat. Oh no. “You can’t say hi? You scared of me?” He taunts.

She ran.

-

And that was the worst thing she could have done.

There have been a few recent instances that made her question her move to this city. She was hoping to start a new life, away from her family, away from her ex, make some new friends; she didn’t think she would be planning to move out after a couple months.

That man…she didn’t know what the hell his problem was. Why did he and his friend follow her out of the gas station? Was he crazy? Did she do something to him? Since they followed her, she’s been racking her mind trying to figure out what the hell she did to deserve this. Before that, she had only ever spoken to him once at the grocery store. He was extremely intimidating, but she was intrigued by him. She didn’t mean to stare, but he was very attractive. Clearly he had seen it as some sort of invitation. Maybe he followed her into that aisle and it wasn’t just an act of kindness.

Coming home after work had become so much more nerve wracking. In fact, coming out of her unit brings her horrible anxiety. She’s constantly looking over her shoulder. Tries to pretend the building across doesn’t even exist. She doesn’t understand what took her so long to get curtains; it just wasn’t a priority for her. Either way, she didn’t deserve to be punished for her forgetfulness.

She’s in a weird position where the longer she goes without seeing him, the more worried she becomes even though she never wants to see him or his friend again. Currently, she was in the elevator heading up to her apartment. She was catching her breath and trying to relax now that she was safe. She does this everyday now.

She couldn’t wait to be home. The entire day she’s been feeling like complete crap. Her heart refused to leave her stomach. She dropped so many cups behind the bar that she spent more time sweeping and wiping up drinks than making them. And she was on the verge of tears the entire time. It was nice to be home, but she wondered how bad it would be tomorrow.

In fact, it was so bad today that although she was physically relaxed, her brain just wouldn’t be quiet. It kept telling her to stay alert, that there was still something waiting for her. She tried her best to ignore it and enjoy her night. She was going to kick off her shoes, rip off all her clothes, warm up her leftovers and hit her bong. She was off tomorrow and she is not planning on leaving her room at all.

She messed with her keys when she approached her door. All the apartments had two locks, a deadlock and a lock on the handle, but she was looking for another that she could attach herself. The home goods store near her didn’t have any promising ones, so she had to wait on a shipment.

She reached for the handle to unlock it. Her hand twisted the lever and she retracted it immediately. Her heart starts racing once more, but then she realizes the door was still closed. When she can’t get the door open, she sighs in relief. The deadlock was still intact and locked. The apartments are just shitty.

As relieved as she was in that moment, this just meant she had another problem to deal with. She couldn’t go with one of her locks not working, especially not the handle. In fact, maybe she’ll deal with it tonight. She does have tools and she can be pretty handy when she needs to be.

Like she wanted to, she kicks off her shoes and rips off her jacket. She almost takes off her clothes before she notices a certain smell in the air. Her apartment smelled of weed, but it smelled like someone was actively smoking right at that moment. Maybe it was her next door neighbor.

She walks through her silent home. Maybe she should get a cat. There are quite a few friendly strays around. She could afford-

What was that noise?

A bump. In her bedroom.

What could it have been? Had her worst fears come true?

No. It’s not possible…so why had that sinking feeling returned in full force? There was nothing in her room. There was no one in her room…

-

Toji had broken the lock for him. 'Just record it for me,' was his end of the bargain.

The place was just as cute as he thought it was. She still had a lot of things unpacked, and she hadn’t gotten a couch for the living room. Hm. He wonders if she really is planning on leaving. That would not be good.

He would want her to stay, but if she can get away from him, at least he’ll get a taste of her.

She leaves her weed out. Hm…he would enjoy this better if he were high. And he’ll make her smoke too. 

When he heard her coming closer to her room, he put the bong down and stood up. Her room was small and it was pitch black, the only light coming from the embers in the bowl. He hit her closet door and she heard it. Fuck. He hopes she doesn’t get a weapon out.

And she didn’t. This girl is…something else.

He hides right behind the door in between the wall and the hinges. Then, he waited quietly and patiently until she slowly opened the door and turned on the light. And before she could try to look around, he slammed the door shut behind her.

-

It all happened in a second.

She heard the door slam and time froze. She told herself then and there, that she was going to die tonight. She knew who her killer would be before she turned around. Did she even want to?

She didn’t have a choice, her body reacted before she could think. All she saw was a small scowl, he had brown eyes, but they looked tainted with blood. His hands, his large hands, shot towards her head and before she could scream he trapped her mouth shut. His other hand gripped the back of her head.

She fought him as violently as she could. She scratched his face, pulled his hair, tried to poke him in the eyes; but he was quick to show her that he was much stronger than her. He pulls his hand off of her mouth and smacks her across the face. She can only scream for a second before his hand is back on her mouth and he pushes her into the bed.

Sukuna takes his hand off of the back of her head and squeezes her neck. He still holds her mouth shut. She gets weaker and weaker as the oxygen leaves her brain. He leans down towards her face to speak to her. “You want to live?”

Tears had long been streaming down her face, but this is the point where she finally breaks down wailing. She lets her arms fall and Sukuna loosens his grip on her neck. But only slightly. She takes a deep breath and cries into his hand. “Answer me,” he says. “Come on, pretty girl.”

She cries a bit more before nodding her head in defeat. “I know. You’re gonna do what I say?”

She nods again. “You’re not gonna scream when I take my hand off?” She sniffles and sobs again. “Because you want to fucking live, right? Right?” He tightens his grip on her neck again. She kicks her feet and nods as best as she can. “Go turn off your light and turn on your lamp. You’re gonna smoke with me.”

He gets off her and watches her to make sure she does what he asks. It takes her a minute, she lays there quietly sobbing and wiping her tears while Sukuna takes another hit of her bong, but eventually she gets up to turn on her lamp, then flip her light switch. “Lock the door too. I like the feeling of extra privacy when I’m taking a woman to bed.”

-

He disgusts her.

He forces her to take several long hits that had her in horrible coughing fits. And of course, it wasn’t long before she was completely inebriated. She couldn’t really move too much, or think too much. But even though she was out of commission, she could hear every word Sukuna said to her.

He talked her ear off about how he’d been looking at her for a week before they met at the grocery store. All the way up until she realized just how exposed she was from catching him and his friend staring. It was her fault, is what he said. He said she was stupid to not think anyone could see her. She should have gotten blinds or curtains when she moved in. A fucking dumbass bitch.

That’s how she felt.

He taunted her as he watched her take her clothes off. His dick was already in his hand, he had been hard for a while. Imagining his dick finally pounding into her as he squeezes the life out of her.

‘I think you wanted someone to watch you,’ he said to her. She hung onto every word he said, answered every question he had. ‘You’re an attention seeking slut, aren’t you? Nod your head.’ And she did. ‘What’s your name?’ And she told him. ‘Take that shit off faster and come hit this again.’

She was completely out of it, but instead of floating, she sank. She sunk deeper into the bedsheets, Sukuna weighing her down with every word. Every stroke of his hand on her thigh, every lick on her neck and collarbone, every bite on her chest. When he reached down between her legs and stroked her clit, she moaned, then cried in shame.

“Shhhh,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. “You’re gonna love me. And if you’re good I won’t hurt you.” He kisses her ear, then nibbles on it. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down the side of her neck. She cries and shakes, twisting her head away from him as best as she could. Sukuna’s hands explore her body eagerly. He can’t decide whether he wants to grip her hips or play with her nipples. She was so soft, just as he imagined.

He flips her onto her back. “Look at me, baby.” She opens her eyes only slightly, her tears blurring her vision completely before falling. He takes his hand to cup her cheek and wipe them with his thumb. As she gazed upon his naked body on top of hers, she accepts her fate: this man was going to rape then kill her.

He looked deranged. His brows were knit together with a lopsided grin. Her body is racked with sobs once more. “It’s okay,” he tells her. “Shhhh.” He slowly brings his thumb wet with salty tears to her mouth. She tries to pull her head away, but he quickly attaches his hands back to her mouth and head then he leans down towards her. “I thought you said you wanted to live.”

She’s actually not sure at this point. Does she want to live with this trauma? Does she want to continue being this man’s neighbor for him to torture however he sees fit? Does she want to have to look at his building every single day living in fear that he’ll do it again? Living in fear of his friend getting any bright ideas?

“Just relax.” He lets go of her head and goes for her neck. She moans as he bites and sucks on it, making sure to leave a mark reminding her of what he did. It won’t be the only one.

Sukuna slowly takes his hands and lifts both of her legs in the air. He licks his fingers while looking at her, then bites his lip as he plays with her clit once more. She breathes harder and harder with every rub. They don’t break eye contact, it does something to him. He’s reveling in her fear. Her eyes were shot, her mascara and eyeliner running down her face. It made her look even more beautiful. She was making him feral.

Sukuna’s dick was an angry scarlet and dripped precum all over her leg where it rested. He was big and it scared her even more. As his eyes explored her body, he got hungrier and hungrier. He slides a finger inside of her and starts pumping. Her pussy was slick with her arousal.

“Fuck,” he whispered putting in another finger. He pumped his fingers hard enough to make her wetness splash. She threw her head back and arched her chest into the air. She sounded just as sweet as he thought she would. She was turning out to be everything he wanted and more. He wasn’t waiting any longer.

He yanked his fingers out of her and searched her bedside table for his camcorder. She whined when he removed himself from her and watched him. Sukuna pressed record.

“Say hi to Toji,” he told her, sticking the lens in her face. She closes her eyes and tries to avoid the camera. He grips her chin with his fingers and forces her head forward. “Ain’t she pretty?” Sukuna pulls away from her face to record her body. He takes her tit in his hand to play with. He jiggles and pulls on her nipple before smacking it. When she squealed he did it again.

“He’s gonna love watching me fuck the shit out of you.” Sukuna sat and balanced the recorder on her nightstand perfectly angled to show their torsos and hips. He gets back on the bed to grab her waist and pull her towards his. He groaned when he felt his dick rub against her pussy. “You know who I’m talking about, right? My friend? You know he saw you before I did.”

He pauses to spit into his hand and starts jerking his throbbing shaft. “I wanted to kill that fucker.” Sukuna leans over once more and kisses her several times before capturing her lips in one long and forceful kiss. He rubs his dick against her entrance as he does this, with a desperate moan from both of them to accompany it. Sukuna rests his forehead against hers. “Tell me you’re mine.” His eyes are fiery, and she doesn’t wish to find out what will happen if she fails to do what he asks.

His tip begins to poke through her entrance. She whimpers and he brings his head down and bites her lip. “Come on…”

“I’m yours-” He finally starts tucking his dick into her. The feeling of being inside her was heaven on Earth. He wasn’t ashamed of how loudly he moaned. She was louder anyway. They always are. Even when they don’t want it.

“My name is Sukuna.” She takes all of him like a fucking champ. And looks good as fuck while doing it. And her voice…

“I’m yours, Sukuna.”

A tear ran down her cheek. The dragging of his dick against her walls was nothing like she’s ever felt before. It felt so good, but she was the unhappiest she’d ever been. She’s terrified and unsure if she’ll live to see tomorrow. He says he won’t kill her if she’s good, but what does good even mean to him?

She knows there’s nothing she really could have done to avoid what was currently happening to her. This man- no, Sukuna, saw her when she was first moved in and decided then and there that he wanted to rape her. No matter what he claims about her being rude and ignoring him when he helped her. And yet, she blames herself.

If she had just gotten curtains or blinds early enough, then maybe she could have avoided him. Or maybe she wouldn’t have existed to him at all. At least he wouldn’t have known what floor she was on or her room. Maybe he wouldn’t have known what building she was in.

She was so fucking stupid.

-

He repeated that all night.

‘Stupid fucking bitch,’ he would mutter under his breath. ‘Changing in front of a window, thinking no one’s gonna see you? Posing in mirrors and shit?’ He fucked her at a smooth and steady rythym, she was soaking wet and splashing all over his stubble. The sheets were damp underneath. ‘Oh yeah. You like it when I talk to you like that?’ She couldn’t stop herself from crying in humiliation.

He asked her to cry louder for ‘Toji’, which she did, and he proceeded to smack her across the face for being too loud.

He felt amazing, he pushed her legs into her chest and hammered into her. She cried into his mouth as she came all over him. Her pussy squeezing his member drive him insane and before he knew it he was cumming inside her. ‘Fuck…’ He pulled out and jerked the rest of his cum onto her pussy and thighs. He quickly grabbed the camera to show Toji, with the flash on.

‘Look at that shit,’ Sukuna made sure to examine her at every angle. He pushed his finger into her and chuckled when she moaned. His index was covered with his cum and he brought it and the camera up to her body and face.

She was completely tired out. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she could barely even lift her eyelids. Sukuna kissed at her like a dog, then maneuvered the camera to her face. Her face was soaked with tears and spit. Her makeup had smudged everywhere and ran down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, and she ached everywhere.

Her mouth hung open and Sukuna proceeded to jam his finger into it. He used it to pull her head back over to him and made out with her. Then, his dick started poking her ass.

She had no idea what time last night they were finally done, talk less of when she actually fell asleep. He smoked a blunt after the whole thing, sat her up so he could make her smoke too. He found her liquor cabinet. The night got worse.

She puked her guts out then fell asleep on the floor, but now she was in her bed trapped underneath him. They were both naked. She was sore as the day was long. He snores next to her. Holy fucking hell. She’s alive. Why is she alive?

She starts breathing heavily and looking around her room. She doesn’t know what to do. She didn’t think she would still be here.

In a flash, he’s up. His hand is over her mouth, and his eyes are staring into hers. He has a poker face. She shakes in his clutches and her eyes fill with tears already. “Relax. Listen to me. I know what you’re planning.”

What? What is he- “I dare you to fucking try and move away from me. I will follow you and ruin your life.”

“You said you were mine last night? Then you’re mine. You’ll do what I say, and I’ll do as I please with you. Do you understand?”

All she could do was nod. What could she say? She was planning on moving despite not having the money for it. She would have to save up. And now that he’s shown her what he’s capable of, why would she take the risk? 

Why is this happening to her? What did she do to deserve this? Want a better life for herself?

-

Sukuna was pleased with how the morning was going.

She was sitting on a stool in her dining room watching him make them breakfast with an ice pack on her face and a blanket over her body. She didn’t know what to think.

Suddenly, he perks up and turns towards her. “You got a phone, pretty?” 

She could throw up again. She swallows and points towards the hall . “My room,” her voice was hoarse and weak. “On the other side of the bed.”

He pauses and blinks at her. She gets scared again wondering what she did wrong this time. He turns the heat off. “You’re coming with me.”

Toji answers in a flash. “So, how was it?”

“You’re gonna like what you see.” He turns towards where she’s sitting on the bed. “Isn’t that right?” She’s not amused.

“Are you…are you with the bitch right now?” Toji asks.

“Yeah,” Sukuna makes his voice dreamy. “We’re going steady.”

ending a/n: Please lmk what you think ! Thank you for reading !

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W E L C O M E P A G E

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader smut #sukuna x reader #dark content #very dark #be warned it’s dark #toji fushiguro #toji

[gayboysteve]

Steve was created in service of Nancy's character journey in season one. Joe Keery was just pretty enough that he managed to snag a character arc of Steve's own. which ultimately drove them apart and forced them to grow outside of one another. I think Nancy is in a state of arrested development similar to Jonathan but not as bad as Jonathan. She's still stuck in her guilt and trauma over Barb, all they buried was an empty box containing Nancy's girlhood and innocence. The Nancy of seasons two and three is still stuck on those stairs. in season four she's learning now, through Steve and Robin, how to crawl forward too.

There's also a ladder motif with Steve throughout seasons 1-3. It's not intentional but it is interesting. Steve as a character is constantly climbing forward. He climbs up while Nancy stays stuck on the steps. Nancy is fully her own person but she's still trapped in that trauma and grief. In season four Steve doesn't have to climb anymore because by that point he's fully actualized. Now, Nancy just has to walk up and meet him.

With Steve, she doesn't have to just be a girlboss. And she never was some boring suburban girl. Nancy was always special to him. Different to him than other girls. (For good and bad.) He loved her kindness and how she cared and he just as much learns to appreciate her leadership and hard work in season four. When Jonathan talks about her initially he just sees her as some teenage girl just like all the others but he states it with derision. And when asked by Argyle what it is he loves about her, he lists all the ways in which she's proficient at her work, and how dedicated she is. While Nancy talks about Jonathan's personality (at least how she views it).

In season four Nancy gets to be a teenager with Steve (and Robin) again. She gets to recapture her lost youth before it's gone from her entirely.

It's another reason why people who don't like or refute anything about Stancy don't understand Steve and think that he's in constant torment over his past and who he was, that he should hold resentment to Nancy for breaking his heart. He isn't! And he doesn't!!! He doesn't hate himself for any past wrongdoings, he acknowledges them and talks about how they're necessary for change and growth, he sees that Nancy breaking his heart is part of that- whether from his mistakes or her own, and he doesn't blame her for it. He thanks her. Because it sucked but it was necessary to keep him from being stuck frozen in season two like she and Jonathan were. Nancy forced him to keep climbing.

And when Steve confesses his love to her it's without pretense or expectation. "I don't want anything from you, I just want you to know that you are loved". How much purer a form of love can one give? To love without pretense or expectation, only for the sake of loving. To love with eyes clear and kind enough to find pleasure in someone else's happiness even if it has nothing to do with you.

#nancy wheeler #steve harrington #stancy #robin buckley #jonathan byers #stranger things

[pippytmi]

I really love what you wrote for prompt #5 for supercorp , if you are still accepting them how about #10 for a fake dating clebrities? Love your work!

While Lillian Luthor is being arrested in front of every new station in the country (and fucking TMZ, of course), Lena is facing an equally humiliating form of punishment: a business meeting.

“You can’t be serious.” Lena looks right at Jack when she says it—he may be her manager, but he’s always been her friend first, and she needs that side of him now.

Jack merely shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “Lena, you know we wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think it was right,” he says quietly.

Abruptly, Lena turns to Sam for her opinion. Sam gives her an emotionless shrug in response, takes another long drag of her cigarette that no one will dare tell her off for smoking. The stuffy old man beside her has no qualms in showing his disgust, mouth twisted into a sneer, and Lena almost longs for the days where Lillian would waltz in and fire anyone who she didn’t like the look of.

(Almost, because Lena could never be so cruel, and besides—that is why she’s in this mess, halfway to agreeing to date Kara Danvers).

“You want me,” Lena repeats, still in utter disbelief, “to date…her.”

Kara Danvers, the honest-the-God childhood star turned America sweetheart sitting across the table, glances up as if startled—she has been texting on her phone for quite some time, and at the sight of Lena, kind of flushes red. She has not been able to keep eye contact with Lena for more than two seconds, as if Lena is decidedly beneath her, and Lena hates her right away.

“Just for a few months,” Winn Schott chimes in, taking on the mantle of another equally overbearing manager. “And not for real, obviously.”

“Oh, obviously,” Lena all-but-mocks, and Sam has to hide a laugh behind a fake cough.

“Lena.” Jack is rarely solemn, but with the serious expression he’s donning now, he looks older than he is. “I hate to say it, but this is damage control at this point. The tabloids are going to go crazy over you because of your mother, but we can shift some of that attention towards a relationship if we play our cards right. You know unlikely Hollywood couples sell papers—maybe even more than a scandal does.”

Lena swallows thickly, suddenly feeling like a little kid all over again, fingertips grasping for a hand that briskly pulls away every time she’s close. “I don’t want her controlling my life,” she says. “Let them run as many stories as they want, Jack. I don’t care anymore.”

On her right, Sam wordlessly holds out her cigarette, and Lena accepts a drag if only to stave off the stupid, burning tears that threaten to bubble over. On her left, Jess places a gentle hand on her wrist, and Lena shuts her eyes because now she really is in danger of crying.

“You know I don't want you to go through that, Lena…”

And with the taste of smoke heavy on her tongue, the burn in her chest slowly easing, Lena opens her eyes. This time, she pointedly makes eye contact with Kara Danvers. “And what do you get out of this?” she asks.

Kara blinks back at her, tell-tale pinkness forming on her cheeks. “I—well, nothing. I just offered to help,” she says, as if it’s as easy as that. This woman won an Emmy when she was twenty-one, but she is an awful liar.

Lena turns back to Jack. “What was your pitch?” she demands. “Clearly you had an idea how they'd spin this on her end.”

Jack sighs. “Come on Lena, it just makes sense,” he says. “All we want are headlines—good ones for you, good ones for her. With the Oscars coming up, any extra press is good press for Kara, and it will turn the tides on your story. It’s the best solution we can think of.”

Kara nervously adjusts her glasses—ones Lena cannot remember her ever wearing in public—and she does not smile.

“Fine,” Lena says. “Fine. I’ll do it.” And she does not wait around for the outcome of her announcement, merely stalks out into the hall to suck in a much-needed breath of fresh air.

Seconds after the conference door clicks shut, Lena hears it groan with the effort of re-opening, and she huffs in frustration.

“Jess, I don’t need a pep talk right now,” she says without looking back, already forming an escape route in mind: first the elevator, then a Lyft, and then a bar. Any bar.

“Oh, I…I’m not…”

Lena has to pause just to exhale. “Well fuck me,” she mutters. “What else do they need?”

Kara Danvers stares, bewildered, right back. “Nothing, I just,” a pause, “wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Right.” Lena shifts, back against the wall, for a better vantage point to scrutinize her new girlfriend from head to toe. “Is that you asking, or your manager?”

“Me?” It comes out posed as a question, and for all of her faults, Kara appears sheepish. “I’m sorry. You know, for the record. I know I must seem like an insensitive asshole for agreeing to this.”

“As long as you’re aware of it.” But as much as she hates to admit it, Lena’s anger has begun to thaw; she can’t blame Jack for this, really, and she can’t even blame Kara Danvers’ management team for jumping at the opportunity when she knows her own team would have done the same. In retrospect, the only thing she hates is that it was a surprise—she’s had a few too many of those lately. “God, no, I’m sorry. I don’t mean that.”

“You sure?” And as Kara smiles, it strikes Lena that this is a rare sight; this is not the picture-perfect Hollywood smile, it is decidedly softer, genuinely nicer than Lena deserves.

Lena sighs, and her whole chest seems to ache with the effort. “You’re not an asshole,” she says. Admits. “I might be, for overreacting. It’s just…” She pauses, can’t seem to find the word for what this is, until: “Acting. They’re just asking us to act.”

“But not for a paycheck,” Kara points out, while Lena does not resist the urge to give a dry, curt laugh in response.

“Sure we are—in some way or other.” Lena goes quiet, and Kara looks at her, with eyes that are blue and curious but ultimately understanding. “Why did you really agree to this?”

“Will you call me an asshole again if I tell you?”

“Probably,” Lena says—can’t resist smiling back—and Kara bites her lip but goes on.

“I don’t think I was on the list of options, originally. My sister mentioned that your team approached one of her exes, and she was telling me about it…” Kara trails off. “Anyway, Maggie said the word was getting around that no one could really commit to the agreement, so…I offered.”

It feels strange, after the truth is revealed, that Lena can’t decide if she should be offended. “Wait,” she says. “They wanted me to fake date Maggie Sawyer? That's even worse than you.”

“That's what you're taking from this?”

“Well, obviously,” Lena mutters. “It would be such a cliché for me to date Maggie, she's like—every gay girl in Hollywood’s first relationship.”

Kara tilts her head and considers this. “She was my sister's first gay relationship, actually.”

“Not to mention no one would believe it, she's not really my type,” Lena adds. Pauses. “Come to think of it, you and I might be in trouble. You're not exactly the type I go for either.”

“Wow, okay,” Kara laughs, but not in a manner that seems hurt, just amused. “I'll try not to take offense to that.”

“Not in a bad way.” Lena watches as Kara moves to mirror her stance, back against the opposite wall, as if to appraise her right back. “You're the kind of girl I would take home to my parents, but unfortunately, I'm in my rebellious phase. I only date anyone they won't approve of.”

Kara smiles again. “So would your parents like me?”

“Maybe not,” Lena relents. “My mother likely won't add me to her visitor list so I can ask, but I imagine she would hate you for being blonde alone.”

“Darn,” Kara says, “foiled by DNA.”

Well who knew—Kara Danvers is charming. The worst part is, Lena can't figure out if Kara is even trying to be. “My dad might like you though,” Lena says decidedly. “I'm pretty sure he's a fan of that…what was it…war movie you were in.”

“Why do I feel like you weren't a fan?”

“Probably because I wasn't,” Lena says unapologetically. “We might as well be honest with each other now, since we're going to be together 24/7 for the foreseeable future.”

“That sounds fair,” Kara agrees, shoves her hands in her pockets in a way that Lena can only categorize as nervously. “And also in the spirit of fairness, you know…if you don't want me to do this, I'll pull out. Anytime.”

Lena crosses her arms and considers this offer very carefully. “So you just told me you gallantly saved my ass when no one else could,” she says, “and now you're saying you want to dump me?”

Kara's mouth falls open. “Um…”

And her panicked look is enough to make Lena crack; maybe Kara Danvers is not as stuck-up as she thought. “Kidding,” Lena takes pity on her. “Despite what the tabloids think, I have a sense of humor sometimes.”

“Oh,” Kara laughs, just soft enough to convey relief, and she shyly rubs the back of her neck with one hand. “I just mean, I know you don't want to do this at all, but if it's me you have a problem with—”

“Ten minutes ago I would have taken you up on that,” Lena says, delighted by the way Kara seems to stiffen, “but I think I’ll keep you, Kara Danvers. Even if it’s only for a few months.”

Slowly, Kara begins to smile again. “Because I’m not your type?”

“Exactly—unless you get a few tattoos and flip off the paparazzi within the next hour.”

“I’ll work on that,” Kara promises, and Lena can’t figure out if the flirting is intentional too, but she decides she likes it, so the world must be ending if the prospect of dating good girl Kara Danvers just might end up being fun.

(And also, for the record...Kara very much is Lena's type).

#this is for: #we're celebrities and our managements fake our relationship to sell to newspapers #supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #tysm for the ask !!!! <3 #anon im sorry for the delay but when i tell u i started this 3 other times... #i just LOVE every single celeb fake dating universe it was hard to let go of the others #also a downfall of writing fake dating.....it should belong to a large fic not a ficlet so all im limited to is beginnings #but i hope u enjoy the banter of these disasters all the same :)

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 107 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: putting up a new fence (now moved to a different part of the property though!).

JON: "Also, I’m definitely being followed. There’s a police officer, I saw him at the airport as well, he stood out a bit because he wasn’t immigration, or TSA or anything like that. He just, he just looked like a Chicago beat cop." Probably a coincident, since the Stranger is an Entity that gets a lot of screen time, but Jon's always getting paranoid for a longer period of time when there’s a Stranger after him (see Not!Sasha and S2paranoia-machine!Jon, nothing with Daisy though).

JON: " I managed to track down the arresting officer, one Jay Rebecks, who said that she’d been found over the body of Gerard Keay reading from a large, strangely-shaped book. They’d been unable to determine if the mutilations on Gerard’s body had been done by her, and in the end she somehow managed to talk them out of pressing charges." I couldn't quite follow MAG 4 and MAG 62 so I had no idea what this meant when I was first listening XD For someone paying attention to the lore of the Keay family I think this was... an open book! *badum tss*

JON: "Elias has, um… I, I, got a letter, well, an envelope… it’s, it’s a statement. There’s, there’s a note, “to tide you over,” and, uh…" At this point we already know that being away from the Institute too long will make you sick (see MAG 90). But this is not was this is about... I wonder how long Jon has been dependable on statements. And what happens at this point, if a fledgling Avatar stops reading them. Will he also starve? Either way, from my first listen I remember this point very clearly, thinking "Wow, this is... not good...".

I don't know, which of the described scenarios in the statement is scarier. Seeing this burning ghost train with people inside, the interrogation by someone clearly up to no good or knowing that they will take everyone and everything you love one by one.

JON: "But, as usual, he chose to keep this very useful information to himself." Elias is clearly doing this, this withholding of information, to keep Jon in a scared state. Loss of control is a factor for anxiety disorders.

JON: "there’s a woman here in the cafe, the diner, whatever. I’ve seen her car, I think she’s following the bus. She’s early 30s, I think, dressed nondescript: hard-wearing denim, old leather. And she is… definitely watching me." Okay, now there's a Hunter, but that paranoia was very brief.

JON: "So… kidnapped. Again." A TMA S3 classic!

JULIA: "Weirdest thing, really. Didn’t mean to spill half of it, but… really helped me put the pieces together. You know?" I just love how TMA gives canon explanations for things which are just necessary for a working narrative but make no sense in rl (I know, this lore has already been established by now, I just like this so much I simply cannot not point it out).

It wasn't hard for me to recall "Mustermann" as a name of the Anatomy Students from MAG 34, since this is the placeholder name we use where I live (btw, "Muster" means "exemplary" and "Mann" is just "man". So a exemplary man. Yeah, sexist much... For females they sometimes use "Musterfrau", "Frau" meaning (you guessed it) "woman". German is such a binary language it hurts me everyday...)

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 107 #tma #tma spoilers

[dearshelby]

Eleanor "Ellie" Mia Shelby (1893 - 1929)

Masterlist

Eleanor Nelson AU

OTP asks game

Now that you're back

Tommy and Eleanor talk about (or at least, try to) the lead their relationship will take now that he's back from France.

Women's business

Eleanor is jealous of the new barmaid who just arrived in Small Heath and got everyone's eyes, it gets worse when Tommy invites her to the races, even with her husband's reassurance that his relationship with the barmaid is purely business, Eleanor can't help but to sabotage Tommy's plan. 

Blood hands

After killing someone for the first time, Tommy's wife has to deal with the emotional consequences of it. Luckily (or not), he's there to look after her.

In your arms

Tommy never loses the chance of dancing with Eleanor, even if she always has a complaint to make.

All I can give you (not what you asked for)

After being beaten up by Sabini's men, Tommy sneaks out of the hospital to go to London. After coming back home, he has to face his wife, who isn't happy in the slightest

The noose

Tommy's wife returned home after the failure of his plan got the whole family arrested. The way they deal with her trauma ends up sending her to a worse place.

Let go

In which Tommy's marriage is falling apart and there's nothing he can do about it.

The end of us

The last time Tommy and Eleanor talked before her death.

P.s some stories were written as reader inserts, but are part of Eleanor's story

Character's playlist

Timeline

1912

• Tommy and Eleanor meet after she pays for groceries he tries to steal and gets caught. She only paid for them because she noticed they were stuff for baby Finn.

• He walks her home and the neighbors are quick in gossiping, it damages the fragile impression she has of him. However, they meet again weeks later at a fair and he manages to charm her off.

• Once they start to meet often, Eleanor's mother, Ruth, shows to be extremely against the until then, friendship. She keeps seeing him nevertheless even if the hateful comments sadden her.

• The development of the relationship is damaged once again when the sewing shop Eleanor and her mother had is robbed. Listening to the rumors and Ruth's poisoning tongue, she's quick to blame Tommy's family.

• Her untrusting behavior greatly upsets him, who steps away and decides to give up on her. Months later the actual robbers are caught and she is heartbroken, stepping on her pride, she apologizes to him. It takes a few weeks for Tommy to warm up to her again.

• Officially together, they share their plans for the future with each other, he wants to work with horses while she wants to leave Small Heath and move up in the world.

1914

• They are engaged when the war starts, just like the rest of the world they are hopeful it'd be over soon. They write to each other every week.

1916

• Ellie lives between her and Tommy's house, helping with Finn and John's children. She thinks about him every day but only writes once a month, Tommy's answers are short and dry.

• With her help, Finn learns how to read.

• Eleanor cheats on Tommy with a lovely lady she met at the Garrison, it's a secret she took to the grave and it shattered her heart.

1918

• The Shelby brothers return home, she struggles to get close to Tommy and considers moving back home. After sharing her feelings with him, he asked her not to.

• She officially moves to his house, but the relationship is still awkward.

1919

• Eleanor gives up on their engagement, a frank conversation with Tommy gets them back on the tracks.

• After Campbell learns the location of the stolen guns and goes after Tommy, they run away from the city.

• Once they're back, Tommy has to face Kimber. Sure he'd die in the confrontation, Eleanor goes after the infiltrated agent Grace.

• In disadvantage in the fight, she sees herself forced to kill or die. She commits her first homicide by pushing the agent in the train tracks.

• Weeks later, she learns she's pregnant.

1920

• Tommy and Eleanor get married and go on honeymoon. Around August she gave birth to their first daughter, Rose Kelly Shelby.

• The couple moves from the Watery Lane to a bigger house.

1922

• In order to avenge Ms. Burgess' death, Major Campbell chooses Tommy to do the dirty work for the king, making Eleanor feel responsible for bringing another problem to his life.

• Finn spends a season on Tommy and Eleanor's house to get rid of his recently got cocaine addiction.

1923

• Another pregnancy is on the way, around February a second daughter was born: Violet Riley Shelby.

• They move to the Arrow house.

1924

• Again, the government gives Tommy a job. The acknowledgement their lives will never be the never the same after the stolen guns brings him and Ellie closer.

• However, the disagreement about the way Tom handles the situation with the Italians, Eleanor's near death and Tommy's need for revenge tears them apart.

• They face a crisis in their marriage until Tommy gets his skull cracked. Eleanor doesn't leave his side for a moment at least, facing the side effects of the injury and the morphine addiction.

• After Violet gets taken by father Hughes, Tommy has constant nightmares about the tunnels.

• Eleanor is sent to the noose and develops another trauma to deal with.

1925

• Cleaning Tommy up after he kills the fake sous chef and the grief over John's death brings Tom and Ellie closer.

• Michael and Eleanor bond over their skepticism towards Polly's situation.

1926

• Eleanor wonders if she made the right decision allowing Esme to take John and Martha's children away.

• Tommy, Linda, Lizzie and Polly's idea of pushing a prostitute into Finn makes Ellie turn against the family.

• With the end of the vendetta, Polly predicts Ellie's third pregnancy will be a boy and Arthur convinces Tommy to go on holiday.

• Only a few weeks before a trip and after they choose a name - Benjamin Thomas Shelby - Eleanor loses the baby.

• Grieving, she decides to open an institute for vulnerable women and names Lizzie as the leader of the project.

1928

• Struggling with addiction, Tommy starts hallucinating his mother.

1929

• The stock market crashes and the Peaky blinders go back to business. The negative impact on Arthur and Linda's marriage also harms Tommy and Eleanor's, since she helped Linda to find a lawyer.

• Noticing the tool it's taking on him, Ellie asks Tommy to quit politics, before his negative answer, their wedding is terribly damaged.

• Not bearing to hear Mosley's murder attempt on the radio, Ellie drives to Polly's house and tries to fix their relationship.

• The IRA breaks into the house and murders both of them.

#OC Eleanor Shelby #my original characters #tommy shelby x oc

[to-be-a-dreamer]

42 and Javey?

So yeah I did it again, what of it? Kidding kidding, sorry again for taking ages to write the response to this ask game, but to make up for it it's quite long! Not really, it would have been this long even if I had only taken two days, but you get the idea.

42 is Bones in the Ocean by The Longest Johns!

Do I get to write a Javid Pirate AU? Javid Pirate AU!

CW: referenced past character death; implied attempted suicide; survivor's guilt

Bones in the Ocean is about a sailor who is the sole survivor of a shipwreck and has a bad bad case of survivor's guilt. I'm thinking Jack will be our survivor because the plot I have in mind is just very Jack Kelly. Also, I'm pretty sure the narrator is meant to be the captain of the ship and... yeah Jack Kelly, this is just Jack Kelly there's no discussion here. Also it’s going to be about pirates because of course it is.

Obligatory disclaimer that I don't know how pirates work and if it feels like I'm ripping off every popular pirate movie ever made, that's because I am. If I ever end up making this a real thing I will do research, but this is just a fun concept that I'm writing at 1:00 am so if there are any major inaccuracies just ignore them I guess.

I don't think we would start out with the actual wreck itself. I really like the idea of opening with Jack being rescued from the island, completely out of food and fresh water, practically on death's door. The crew of the merchant ship that picks him up immediately recognizes him to be a pirate but rescues him nonetheless. Once he recovers, he makes himself useful onboard and is clearly one of the best sailors on the ship. But, because he's a pirate, most of the crew doesn't trust him and urges the captain to turn him over to be arrested as soon as they reach the shore. (Maybe he's a famous pirate and there's a large bounty out for him? Maybe he's just Some Guy and the king is offering a reward for any pirate who's turned in, I dunno)

I really like the idea of Pulitzer being the merchant captain and Katherine being his second-in-command. (Is it out of character for Pulitzer to respect his daughter? Maybe, but this is my circus and I get to choose the monkeys.) Throughout the journey, Jack and Katherine grow to be good friends and Jack tells her about what happened to his crew. She can tell that he's a good man and, even though he's a criminal, he doesn't deserve the punishment given to captured pirates (probably death? I dunno, how historically accurate is Pirates of the Caribbean?) Katherine helps him escape once they arrive at their destination and Jack absolutely runs for the hills. He manages to get a change of clothes so he isn't obviously a pirate and uses some of the money Katherine gave him to get a room in the next town over.

Oh yeah, throughout all of this, Jack has been having nightmares about his crew and the wreck. I wouldn't reveal it all at once, I want to weave this story in with Jack's. At this point, all we would know is that Jack was the captain of a pirate ship called The Banner with a crew that felt like a family. He loved his crew (all of the Newsies) like brothers and he felt responsible for all of them. We wouldn't know what caused the ship to sink yet, but Jack would be getting flashes of it happening. He's haunted by the visions and the sounds of his crew, his brothers, crying out for help.

Jack isn't really sure what to do now. His ship is gone and his crew is gone. He has the money Katherine gave him but it was only enough to live off of for a few months. She gave it to him so he could start a new life, asking him to leave the pirate's life behind and get a good, honest job. To be the man she knew he could be. Katherine Pulitzer was a smart woman, but if she had half a brain, she must have known that Jack Kelly was not one to settle down. (And yeah, maybe the voices of his lost crewmates keep haunting his dreams and he feels like they're calling him back to sea but that's probably nothing, right?)

Within a few weeks, Jack hears word that the infamous Captain Spot Conlon is putting together a new crew for his latest voyage. Let's say he's looking for some kind of legendary treasure, this is a pirate story, after all. Anyways, Jack gets a place in Spot's crew, one of the lowest positions, but he's back on a ship, which is good enough for him.

For the first major leg of the journey, Jack keeps his head down, does his job, and just gets adjusted to the new crew. He's not the captain anymore, and Spot runs his ship a lot differently than Jack ran The Banner. There's not as much camaraderie, and while there are friendships, he feels as if everyone is competing with each other, ready to stab their friends in the back at a moment's notice if it means moving up in the ranks. He misses his crew, his family, and his nightmares only get worse as they get further out to sea. His bunkmates do not appreciate it.

Through Jack's nightmares, we have learned a bit more about his crew, how he ran his ship, and who held which position on the ship. We would also learn that his ship sank due to a violent storm. They were close to an island and crashed on some large rocks that they couldn't see through the wind and rain. While not explicitly stated at this point, it's implied that Jack believes the wreck was his fault; that if he'd been more skilled, maybe he could have saved his crew. I think I would also have mentioned the whole "a captain always goes down with his ship" thing a few times, but not in regards to Jack. I want the reader to wonder if Jack abandoned his crew or if there was more to the story that caused him to head for land instead of staying with The Banner.

By the time they're only a couple of weeks out from their destination, Jack has quickly risen through the ranks and drawn the attention of the captain and his first mate, Davey Jacobs. Spot is curious and a bit suspicious as to how such a skilled sailor ended up in his crew out of nowhere. At this point, Jack is probably an "apprentice" to the sailingmaster but is obviously more skilled than his mentor. Spot asks Davey to keep an eye on Jack, so Davey strikes up a simple conversation while checking in with the sailingmaster.

Jack doesn't really say much to Davey at first, he just answers the questions asked as vaguely as possible. But Davey keeps coming by and eventually they start having real conversations. Davey asks how he's liking the ship, and Jack admits that the captain and the crew are a lot different than he's used to. He tells Davey a bit about The Banner and how things were when he sailed with it. (other than the fact that it sank and he was the captain) Jack speaks about those days with such a beautifully sad longing in his eye that Davey can tell it was something special, but he can also tell that something terrible happened. He can't imagine why Jack would leave such a wonderful crew if he didn't have to.

When Spot asks him about Jack later that week, Davey tells him that Jack was a high-ranking crew member of another ship but was looking for something new. He wanted an adventure, just like everyone else on board. Spot accepts his half-truth and Davey continues his odd friendship with the odd man.

They arrive at whatever un-mapped island Spot was looking for and the higher-ranking crew members head to shore. Jack is just barely included in this group and pushes away the voices of his old crewmates that follow him on the wind. He's started hearing them while awake now. It's probably nothing.

Anyways, the treasure is cursed because of course it is and Spot's crew have to fight off skeletons or zombies or water spirits or something, I don't know, it's not important. What is important is that Jack is one of the best swordsmen Davey has ever seen in his entire life. The saber is practically an extension of Jack's own arm, and he wields it as if it were as natural as breathing.

The fight is hard, a few lives are lost, but they manage to win. But not before Jack sees an enemy creeping up on Spot's blindspot and saves him at the last second. They finish the enemy off together and by the time they get the treasure back to the ship, Spot and Jack have become something like friends.

Spot isn't quite as cruel and cold-hearted as the rest of the crew seems to think he is. He's sharp-minded and calculated and more soft-hearted than he's willing to admit. He knows a ship needs order to run and chooses to keep it through intimidation. Where Jack built up trust slowly and personally with each and every member of his crew, Jack can tell that Spot relies on his reputation to keep his crew in line, only allowing his closest officers to see his true self. Jack respected it, he supposed, but it wasn't for him. Spot seemed lonely, even if he had his officers for companionship. Jack feels he would miss having a close relationship with all of his crewmates, from his first mate to the newest cabin boy, he knew all of their stories and they all knew his.

The fight hit them harder than Jack realized. When he arrives at his post the next morning, the sailingmaster informs him that they'll be changing routes. They're going to head to the nearest port to restock supplies and then head back on course. As Jack reviews the maps, the voice of his mentor is drowned out by the thudding of his heart. The new course is going to put them on the same path The Banner was sailing on when she sank.

They would pass right by the island that stole the lives of the closest thing Jack had to a family.

It's several weeks before they make port, but it all feels like a blur to Jack. He numbly goes through the motions of his job, certain his mentor and Davey notice the change in his demeanor. He can't bring himself to care. The nightmares are worse. More violent and vivid than before. He dreams of nothing but the wreck, not even of the days before. He no longer hears the laughter and singing of his brothers happily at work, only the screams and cries as they call out to him for help. They follow him into the waking world and taunt him from the shadows. Visions of harsh winds whipping at ripped sails, terrified faces searching for missing friends, and flickering fires spilling out from broken lanterns flash in Jack's mind every time he closes his eyes.

When they make port, Jack has half a mind to make a run for it, to leave the life of piracy behind and find a nice, simple job somewhere far away from the ocean, like Katherine had said. But Davey corners him after the last of the cargo is loaded onto the ship and invites Jack to get a drink with him at a local pub.

It takes very little convincing for Jack to confess everything. He's quite sleep-deprived, after all. He tells Davey that he was the captain of The Banner, that it sank only six months before he joined Spot's crew, that he spent nearly two weeks alone on an island before he was picked up by a merchant ship and managed to escape imprisonment with help from the ship's second-in-command. He tells Davey about the storm and the rocks that caused his ship to sink and confesses that he feels intense guilt for what happened to his crew.

And, of course, Davey gives the whole "you're the best sailor I've ever seen and I can tell you were an amazing captain" talk. He tells Jack that it's not his fault and that his crew would be happy that he managed to survive and keep sailing.

But Jack just shakes his head and tells Davey that's not what he meant. He doesn't feel guilty that The Banner sank, he knows there was nothing he could have done. He asks Davey if he's heard of the saying "a captain always goes down with their ship". Davey has, of course, and starts reassuring Jack that he shouldn't feel guilty about being the only survivor, that there's no shame in wanting to live. But Jack cuts him off and tells Davey that he planned to die as soon as he realized the ship was going down. He had accepted it, especially since most of his crew was already gone by the time the ship was really starting to sink.

As he was drifting in the ocean, waiting for the burning in his lungs to stop, he saw someone still alive in the water, just barely keeping their head above the surface. At that moment, Jack made the choice to make one last fight; if he could save one member of his crew maybe it wouldn't have all been for nothing, maybe it could actually mean something.

He managed to drag Charlie to shore and they waited out the rest of the storm together in a small cave on the beach. Jack did his best to clean and treat the large wound on what used to be Charlie's good leg, gave him all the food and water that washed up on shore from the wreckage, and begged him to hang on until they could be rescued. But in the end, it didn't matter. The infection took him within a few days and all Jack had done was prolong his best friend's suffering.

And oh, Davey tries his best to help Jack, to assure him that he did everything he could and that his crew would have been proud of him for surviving. But Jack just downs the last of his beer, thanks Davey for the drink, and heads back to the ship without another word.

What he doesn't tell Davey is that he doesn't feel guilty for The Banner sinking, he doesn't feel guilty for not being able to save his crew, he doesn't feel guilty for refusing to go down with his ship, and he doesn't feel guilty for Charlie's death.

The source of Jack's borderline night terrors that plague him every hour of the day is the shame that he didn't have the strength to join his crew after burying Charlie. That he was so much of a coward that he couldn’t jump back into the sea and let it claim him as well. That he sat on that beach and fought against the fates for two whole weeks and then had the nerve to climb aboard that merchant ship when they offered to rescue him.

Jack can't imagine what his crewmates must think of him, the great Captain Jack Kelly abandoning his own brothers and embarking on a grand new adventure as if they had never existed.

The nightmares take a shift at this point. Instead of visions of the wreck itself, Jack begins to see haunting images of his lost crewmates, their clothes heavy with saltwater, hair tangled in seaweed, eyes sunken and empty, and skin littered with bruises and cuts and burns. They whisper something, but Jack can never hear what they're saying over the harsh winds. He can make a guess.

As the ship grows closer and closer to the watery grave of The Banner, Jack begins to sleep less and less. He's by no means free from his nightmares while awake, but it's easier to ignore them when he busies himself with work. His mentor (I've decided it's Denton) begins giving him simpler tasks than usual, noticing the darkness under his eyes and the sluggishness of his movements. Davey never seems to let Jack out of his sight and that frustratingly concerned gaze constantly burns into Jack's back. Even Spot approaches him once or twice to tell him to turn in early, teasingly stating that he appreciates the dedication but he can't have his crew kneeling over from exhaustion. The hand on Jack's shoulder lingers a bit longer than necessary and he can physically see the unasked question on the tip of Spot's tongue.

After the month or two it takes for them to reach The Banner's final resting place, Jack is hardly more than a ghost. He tries his best not to think about how close they're getting but his job is quite literally navigation, so he doesn't exactly have a choice when he spends all day tracking their location on a frustratingly detailed map.

It ends up being nighttime when they pass by the island and Jack has been on the daytime crew ever since they left port. He suspects Davey had something to do with that decision. It should have been so easy for him to just go to sleep after his shift, block out the terrified screams that never seemed to leave him alone these days, and ignore the flashes of whipping wind and harsh rain.

When Jack gets out of bed and wanders onto the deck, no one spares him a second glance. It’s not exactly an uncommon sight anymore, so when he walks slowly, almost as if in a daze, none of his crewmates even notice. Except for Davey. He rolls his eyes and calls out to him, telling him to go back to bed like he does every time he catches Jack out late at night. But he doesn’t get the usual crooked little smile that Davey secretly loves so much or some poetic nonsense about how pretty the moon is tonight. In fact, Jack doesn’t even acknowledge Davey in any way, he continues on his path until he’s leaning out over the railing of the deck.

Jack didn’t hear a word that Davey was saying. He couldn’t hear anything besides the voices of his old crew, his brothers. Of course, at this point, that was nothing new, he’d been hearing their voices for nearly a year now. However, instead of the typical cries for help and screams of anguish, Jack hears laughter and singing, a common sound to hear on The Banner, but one he hasn’t heard in so long he’d almost forgotten how it sounded. 

He can see that horrible, godforsaken island out of the corner of his eye and he knows that if he went looking he would find a crudely made gravemarker shoved into the ground just outside of a blood-stained cave. He doesn’t think about it, though. In fact, it barely even registers in his mind. The voices are calling to him, drawing him closer and closer to the edge of the ship.

Jack Kelly has spent a full year longing to see his family again, to hold his brothers in his arms and laugh with them and pretend everything was okay again. And as he’s leaning over the side railing of the ship, staring down where he knows the remains of his family lay, he knows exactly how to make that dream come true. He can stop the nightmares, and stop the screams that follow him in the daytime. He can be with his family again.

Davey was already heading towards Jack to make sure he was okay. He’d been acting pretty out of it ever since they had to change course, but his behavior had never been this weird. He could have sworn his heart actually stopped as he watched Jack climb up on the railing, one hand on a running line and the other lose at his side. The man was staring down at the dark waters below with such a heart-shattering look of despair that it made Davey falter for a split second. 

He calls out to Jack, softly, so he doesn’t startle him. Jack slowly turns to look at him and Davey tries to talk him down. He knows the story of The Banner, he knows that Jack is hurting, but he didn’t know it was this bad. There must be more to this story, so he takes it slow, unsure of how fragile Jack might be at the moment. 

It’s not clear to Davey exactly how it happens. He can’t tell if the rough wave that jostled the ship without warning caused Jack to lose his grip on the running line, or if the man simply… let go. He supposes it doesn’t matter, not really. What matters is that in one instant Jack looked as if he might actually be hearing his words, and in the next he was falling towards the water. 

I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know the specifics of how the rest of this scene goes, that’s why it’s taken me so long to get this done. But what I’m imagining is Jack either hearing or seeing something in the water that changes his mind. He realizes this isn’t the way to fix things, that Davey was right: his crew would be happy he made it, they’d want him to live his life to the fullest, to do what they couldn’t. That would be the right way to honor their memory. Not this. They would never want this.

So Jack tries to right himself in the water, to swim back up to the surface but he’s been under for so long and his lungs are starting to burn. He thinks he might have figured out which way was up and starts swimming in that direction, but he can’t be sure. As his lungs are screaming for air, Jack could swear he sees someone splash into the water a few meters above him, but his vision goes black before he can tell one way or another.

Of course, Davey saved him. Jack wakes up a day or two later in the sick bay with Davey passed out in a chair beside him, and a very angry (yet weirdly concerned) looking Spot Conlon glaring at him from across the room.

“Listen, Kelly, I don’t know what happened to you before you joined this crew, and I frankly don’t care. What I care about is that Davey here, for some godforsaken reason, does care about you. So if you pull a stunt like that again I’ll have you locked up in the brig all day and scrubbing down floors with the cabin boys all night. You got that?”

Jack understands, even the subtle “I’m glad you’re okay” that’s left unspoken. Spot leaves soon after and Davey seems to sense that he’s being watched. The following conversation is one of the hardest in Jack’s life, but he knows it’s important. 

He’s sorry, first and foremost. Sorry for dumping all his problems in Davey’s lap and refusing to accept his help. Jack could see every time Davey tried to pull him out of his free-fall into a pit of grief, but he wasn’t able to take the lifeline before his choices hurt Davey, and for that he’s so so sorry. Of course, Davey tries to assure him it’s fine, but it’s not, and Jack tells him that. 

Then it’s Davey’s turn. He tells Jack that he realized he was trying to help him through his grief by telling him what to think and how to feel. Maybe not on purpose, but he realized that parroting “your crew wouldn’t have wanted this for you” wasn’t actually as helpful as he thought was. Davey never knew them. He didn’t know what Jack was going through and he never would, not really. He’s not sure how to help, but he wants to, and he’s willing to learn how. Davey just hates how sad Jack is most days, and he wants to know how he can make it better. Not how to fix it, he knows better now than to think he can ever truly make all that pain go away. He just wants to find a way to make the pain easier to live with.

Davey doesn’t know how to do that, Jack doesn’t either, but they’re both willing to learn together. Jack has only just gotten to the point where he can even begin to picture a long-term future without his old crew. He’s not really sure what he wants, but he knows he wants to live life and live it well. And if Davey will have him, he’d love to learn how to do that with him.

There’s…. something between them. A deeper connection than just good friends, but they both know they’re in no position to act on those feelings right now. So they share a friendly hug (although it’s a bit too tight and a bit too long to really be called friendly) and agree to just see what happens naturally. They have an entire lifetime, after all.

And it doesnt’ magically fix everything, not by a longshot. Jack still has those days where the memories are too much and he can’t bring himself to leave his bed. But Davey is always there and he just lays down beside Jack, talking about everything and nothing. Until eventually Jack starts interjecting with his own little stories and the pang in his chest turns from heartache to warm remembrance. 

The ending is very much open for interpretation, but I think Jack and Davey would eventually set out on their own ship together. They’re both captains, they work together and sail around looking for the next adventure life has to offer them. (Perhaps their crew includes Davey’s twin sister/the best navigator on the seven seas and the former first mate of a merchant ship/runaway heiress who once saved Captain Jack Kelly from a desert island)

And if you were to travel to that small little island in the middle of the ocean, you would find a proper memorial to a crew of lost boys. Legend has it, if you listen closely you can hear the sound of singing and laughter fill the air as the waves crash against the shore. 

But that’s just a legend, of course.

#the ending is a bit rushed but this literally took two weeks and i just wanted it to get done #i have other things i want to work on but i couldn’t focus knowing i had an ask response that was 80% finished #rae and claire i’m so sorry i killed race again #i mean #i know i didn't mention him by name #but yeah all of the newsies are dead sorry 'bout that #although for a while there i was considering davey being dead to so really you guys can't complain #thank you thank you for the ask #newsies #newsies live #newsies fanfiction #jack kelly #david jacobs #javid #saf writes #saf’s fic concepts

[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN. 

“Alright. Alright. I am sensing your hatred.” He said with a tone of amusement. He couldn’t help himself. “I’ll tone it down. But, I swear I turn it up to volume 10 if you go meanie face on me again just because I know you hate it.” He put his hands up in surrender and fair warning.

“I did. I said I was retarded.” He corrected. That wasn’t no one. He was a someone and that’s what he said.

Then she went and had to go and try to convince him that he wasn’t and was even trying to back it up with reasons to prove it.

“Well yeah but that was obvious and you’re always stubborn and don’t listen to me. So, that’s different. It’s part of who you are when you’re around me. It’s like you can’t even help yourself. Whatever I say you have to say the opposite just to be infuriating and then I don’t get infuriated so it infuriates you instead. That’s our jam. It’s what we do.”

If there was one thing he did like about Rowan… er… Celestis it was that she drew all over everything. Bayden was an artist too remember so this was how he kept clicking with her from the start. He still loved drawing his fantasy stags with giants antlers and forever he drew on most of whatever he made with the eyes blacked out, Xed with tears, even on otherwise happy figures.

“Okay. Who does?” He said about pain. “I mean unless you’re into some kinky shit. That’s a different sort of pain though. But, okay I get it. She’s an annoying basic bitch in your body. I’m getting the picture.”

She managed to pull a laugh out of him with the life’s a bitch and not a slut comment though. That had Bayden humor written all over it.

“Oh, I’m gonna swipe you some hella Xanny’s. You know I got connections.”

But, the more Celestis went on the more Bayden got confused again and not because he didn’t understand. He just didn’t see the problem the same way.  

“Okay. Okay. So hold up. If you’ve jumped into other people besides her and somehow you landed in her again last and you hate her, why would you come here while you’re in her? Why don’t you jump into someone cool? Then come here? Or I know, don’t come here and just jump into whoever and use them however you want? Didn’t you ever go through a phase where you tried to practice? I mean this is your special power. It’s a witch skill and you could probably hone it. I can’t help you because I’m not witch, but isn’t that the point of those covens? They help with stuff like this. Why come here instead of to the people who can actually help you?”

He got the gist though and tried to recap.

“So okay. Always you. But, I have to keep calling you Rowan because life. We’re here. You want no one to know. Can I call you Celestis in private?”

Then Celestis’s face changed big time after he said serial killer. Oh fuck. They’d known each other for years. He really thought she’d caught on by now who he was. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They always did just come together when everything that hit the fan was over. She was just getting wrapped up in his drama when she went back in the woods with him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Then right as he was freaking out that she was freaking out…. nothing.

There she went with the coffee again.

“I know, I know. We can still do that as soon as I get my privvys back. Okay Double A? Geesh.” He smirked. “The battery talk was worth that right there. That name’s sticking, baby.”

The spoilers of his life.

“Yeah. Sorry. Thought you might have picked up on that one. I try not to talk about it in group. Horrorville Hacker. The Juvenile kid arrested for all those murders years back.” He pointed at himself though he didn’t admit guilt only pointed to say he was the convicted. “I was convicted of that.” Then he just shrugged. It was what it was. “Why do you think I don’t get visitors? Nobody wants to visit me but reporters and mom doesn’t allow it. People wanting to write my book. Mom would never allow that.”

T h y l a c i n e  

His eyes widened at whatever she just said.

“I don’t even know what that is.”

She threw a flower at him and blinked as it hit him in the face. Then he bent over and picked it up. He smelled it before he stuck it behind his ear and stepped up her as she asked if he was sure he couldn’t do any better.

That made him laugh. He almost reached out to stop her and remembered he shouldn’t touch. He pulled his hand back and shook his head.

“Listen. Every friend and even girlfriend I ever thought I had I found out were hallucinations. So, if I could do better it’s only in my head because check this out. When I had privvys, my big relationships included me prostituting myself to earn escape money to a guy who got me stoned all day off property and mostly it was based on drugs, but I pretended that meant something so I didn’t feel bad about myself. I also hooked up with my boss at my part time job to get perks around the hotel which only led me into a crazy world of ghosts and demons and selling me to old fucking men that wanted to kill me and trap my soul there forever. And frankly, It didn’t sound like a bad deal because at least it wasn’t here. Other than that I’m fucking some nurse my mom would fire if she found out that could care less about me and goes home to her regular life on the outside while she gets her little bit of excitement in here, but hey at least I can break some rules and be nurse’s pet, and get away with some shit, right? These are the relationships of my life, Celestis. Literally, that’s it besides my mom and my sister. You can keep calling me princess, but I’m hardly prize pickens. No one’s clammering to hang around Bayden Shannon Wardeyn, the claimed to fame Horrorville fucking Hacker. And hello… you know the population here. You know everyone I do. Tell me there’s anyone better? So, maybe you should think about who you’re asking that question to unless your goal is to humiliate me. If I know you, it is. So, Congratulations. You are the most normal and stable thing in my life. So, there. Happy with yourself?”

Then he took the flower out of his ear and held it up to her like a peace offering.  

       “YOU’RE annoying you know that?”  She seemed to say in such a way that she understood, but found it highly frustrating.  However with the seize fire she could take things a little more seriously now.

       Taking the gardenia’s up to her face, she seemed to need a little cleansing.  Celestis was irritated.  Not even getting into it with him, as she didn't have the energy.  “I sound like the abusive one in this friendship.”  A very small grin showed on her features as she found it a bit comical in the way he described there friendship.

       “On my defense you do && say some stupid shit sometimes.“  It’s not that he’s stupid.  No — Bayden's just the boy in the bubble.

       Celestis knew.  After all the Christmas card she drew of late was inspired by his own artwork style.  It might not have been a stag, but a deer.  It took her a couple tries to get it right, as she wasn't familiar with the form but it was good to practice regardless.

       The first thought that came to mind was 'your-mom!' but she held off the old school commentary.  It was a little to much on the childish side if she was being honest.  More or less shrugging as she was to drained.

       "Yea but what would I owe you Bayden."  Nothing ever really came free.  That lesson well engraved early on in life.  There had to be some catch to this.  So what did he really want?

       Bayden could see the negative in her eyes before she spoke. “Bayden you’re questions never really end!  I’ll answer that one another time.”  A bitterness in her tone as it just was a bit to much to be drilled on why.  Why her choices where her own?  Abruptly, Celestis lost her grip on her anger.  Knowing she did.  She was burning out, as all of this was getting a bit overwhelming after several explanations, Celestis wanted to give up, as she was tired, depressed && frustrated right now.

       Gazing around there surroundings as she wanted to make sure no one was around before she swung around to answer the easier part of his thousand questionnaire.  “Rules are for rules people!  Why do I want some old hag who’s got a stick up her ass to tell me what to do?  Do I look like I’d enjoy being some member in there FLDS c u l t version?  IT’S JUST ANOTHER FUCKING CULT BAYDEN.  Not everyone wants to be a part of something either.  I’ve already explained && said it to you once Bayden.  I am not saying it a second time!!!”  It’s a waste of energy she clearly didn’t have right now.  Celestis was better alone then in the company of others.  Even other Witches.  She did better that way, why she liked solitary so much.  Celestis already had a teacher that had taught her the basics, && she’s improved ever sense.  It’s not the end of the world that she doesn’t have full control over everything.  Did Bayden have full control over everything in his life?  No.  They both were not perfect, but she had it under control.  She knew what it took.  

       “I’m depressed right now.  I’m very tired.  So I’m sorry but you’re asking so much I can barely keep up.  The questions just don’t seem to be ending or getting any easier either.”  It’s not that she meant to snap at him but a lot of this was emotionally && physically overwhelming for her at the moment.  Even gardenia’s can’t cure depression as they also can’t cure the wear && tear of sleep depravation.  Up close Bayden could see how tired Celestis looked.  There were dark half-moons under her eyes, as the bruise on her face looked brighter in the sunlight but it truly highlighted the redness in the whites of her eyes.

        “BAYDEN. Y e s!  Only time I'm not is if I happen to have an accident, && somehow can't get back in.  I’ve already explained it last time to prepare you in case I happened to lose it."  She seemed to say, as if it was indeed from the conversation before, takes relevance.  If she had somehow disappointed him by acting weird, or if she had started acting like she didn’t know who the hell he was.  No recollection what so ever of his name && the things they’ve done then she already answered him from last time.  

       Why would he ask her that?  “Do what you want now.  Call me whatever. They’ll think you’re joking && fueling my delusions when you call me Celestis out in the open but I just told everyone.  Its not really private information anymore.”  It’s not like it mattered.  She had to throw herself out there to make sure he wouldn’t fall apart.

       Celestis pressed her hand to her temple, a sure sign a headache might come or rather begin.  All of this felt a little to much.  Celestis more than anything desired to go back to her assistant living, fall onto the floor, && crawl into a deep state of insurmountable depression.  As she tried not to think so hard because it went over her head. 

       It was like Bayden had this idea she’s lived in California her entire life && just happened to know what the hell the Horrorville Hacker was.  Bayden underestimated her.  She didn’t know much about him or what happened.  She had no idea what the hell he was talking about.  Utterly lost.  She doesn’t exactly spend her spare time looking up serial killers && murders as if it was a hobby.  

       “Bayden I was interrogated but I have no idea what the hell they were talking about most the time.  Why I passed the lie detector test so easily was because the questions they were asking && what they were trying to accuse me off I’ve never done.”  She also left out she’s also had experience with one.  In the kind of way that tween’s get into things they shouldn’t play with, as she remembered memories of playing around with a older lie detector with a group of other kids once.  Asking dumb questions or playing dumb games to one another.

       “You act like I’m from here but I’m not from California.  I was transferred here from a hospital program.”  Why she didn’t quite understand the degree of the matter of his criminal charges.  She might have a few questions of her own but she’s no longer in the mood to even bring them out to surface value.  To her he’s just Bayden Wardeyn.  “I don’t have the energy right now.”  Sensing that this will light even more questions.  Of course it will.  No doubt.

       Nope.

       Nope. Nope. 

       Nope. Nope. Nope.  

       Celestis avoided one break down in the community room already.  She was not going to start another one in Bayden.  “Keep it that way.”  The weight in her voice told him he should take her advice.  Sensing she was not going to tell him.  Knowing his little animal loving brain of his, it’s just better not to bring it up.  There’s no happy ending for the Thylacine’s, as Benjamin the last remaining Thylacine was treated like shit before he died.  Fuckers.  Angry does not begin there, but she pushed her high strung feelings she had down.

       Celestis was aware only of a numb buzzing in her head.  That was a hell of a lot to process.  Yet she didn’t know how to feel because she can’t relate to him.  She personally doesn’t suffer from hallucinations to know what Bayden really goes through.  She’s a troublesome heathen but she’s never had criminal charges.  Never has she ever killed anyone(s).  She only understood the damage of living in someone else’s body.  Let alone the damage this conversation they were having was having on her in a different way.  Hooked up.  Fucking.  Ghosts.  She was a novice to physical touch && worldly pleasures ( minus a vibrator but they are not allowed on Briarcliff Grounds ).  Sex driven primitive thoughts as she always wondered if she could have sex with a ghost.  Having a fire blaze to life within her, as her body was now too wired from the heat burning through herself.  Never really ever did she like talking about sex.  It just quirked her body into sexual frustration, not that she got sexually frustrated from Bayden’s pained hardships he had to face.  Just the use of the terms ’hooked-up / fucking / ghosts‘ was enough to trigger a bodily response.

       Great now she was not just depressed, exhausted emotionally && physically, livid, she could now add on she was sexually frustrated. Trying to ignoring her new inner complex feeling.  Remembering they drifted a little, as she tried to recall in her head when all this was happening in there lives to get her to stop thinking about sex.  If she had been more aware could she have changed things?  No.  Not really.  She doubted it because he was going to do whatever it took to survive.  Move on && running away from all this.  Deep down, she sensed Bayden knew that HOTEL CORTEZ was just like B r i a r c l i f f  A s y l u m.  He could either be trapped here, or trapped there.  Why he didn’t get the hell out of here like planned Celestis wasn’t sure.  It didn’t seem his mother or sister caught on from the sounds of it.  As all of them were just looking for ways to make there survival && live through that finite amount of time that they had.  He should have left when he had the chance.  Now that there were those mutants to consider, if they couldn’t kill them, then it’s only a matter of time before something goes terribly wrong && there the ones being hunted down like dogs && if someone does die Bayden might get the end of it because of his criminal history if they somehow got covered up to protect who ever is the mastermind behind those experimental mutants.  She didn’t want Clarissa nor Bayden to be around Briarcliff Asylum when that happened.  Not that she’s figured it all out yet.  It’s been on the back of her mind since solitaire so it’s a start.  Yet it was quite a sexual turn off imagining Bayden && Nurse Janet together.  It didn’t feel like a victory that she was right all along but she senses she might be in more deeper then Nurse Janet looked.

       It’s rude of him to assume after all that, that her goal was to humiliate him even further.  Sure!  She could call him Princess Shannon && she just might down the line someday.  Celestis could even go further then that.  She could have made a very nasty jab at his clambering comment through a mean sexual comment because of her sexual frustration she was going through.  Good to know that’s the best she could offer him, as a friend, was humiliation.  It almost tempted her too.  Just because that’s what Bayden thinks anyway, as it made her a bit provoked.  This sure as hell was a train wreck of a friendship they got going on.  But he’s clearly been through enough.  

       It didn’t really sound to pleasant.  Congratulating her for not being a hallucination?  Wishing she didn’t exist?  Guess the both of them questioned her existence in different ways.  && what did being the most normal && stable thing in his life even fricking mean?  Yet she humiliates him when he’s down or that she should humiliate him when he’s down because that’s what he thinks of her.  “Fuck you Bayden,” as she snatched the peace offering adding the gardenia back to the others as she brought it back up to her face to inhale.  It’s rough.  Everything that’s been coming out has been really heavy.

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[arjaandsimoni]

Wulfshead Free Drinks Policy

Hampton New Hampshire, a lovely seaside destination, but one with a few dark spots in it’s past. One of which involved the harassment and eventual death of a woman known as Eunice ‘Goody’ Cole in the late sixteen hundreds.

Accused of witchcraft multiple times, as well as being ‘ill-natured and ugly’ among other more serious accusations, the elderly woman was eventually brought to trial. There she was found guilty and executed before having a stake driven through her heart and a horseshoe hung from it, then being buried in an unmarked grave.

While Nelen knew full well ‘witchcraft’ existed, he also knew the views of mundanes of that time period were a load of shit by and large and that most such trials were a class backlash, or just a community looking for scapegoats among anyone who was an easy target. Nobody burned a real witch.

He did however know of a few witches who led the arrests, interrogations, and executions of the accused though. Not all witches were like his sister and, well, now his cousin.

Stephanie had texted him about Stephy’s progress. It had been a few months, but Nelen had managed to procure a new burner phone in that time. Stephy was trying, but he could barely conjure a wind burst and watching him try to fly was like watching a chicken panic apparently. It took him a while to even manifest wings and raven legs.

She said it was probably a confidence issue more than anything, especially given his home life. She told her brother they’d keep at it though, but the fact that he could do it meant more to him than she could’ve imagined. Apparently, he cried when he saw the wings.

He sighed, looking at the alleyway where the client had told him about, wishing he could help his cousin too… but after that incident he had multiple reasons to stay away from Covington for a while.

Franklin was one of them, and entire teams of police from Kenton, Campbell, Boone, Grant, and Hamilton counties investigating to find anyone with ANY connections to the incident that had left over a dozen buildings in the city in ruins was another.

Loren may have gone for empty buildings after all, but she did NOT hold back otherwise. He hoped like hells they were insured, though given the degree of damage this may fall under ‘acts of God.’

He snorted, “She got that from Morrigan, so its technically not inaccurate…” he muttered with a rueful smile.

“What?” asked Dawn, looking up.

“Nothing, just thinking about that mess in Covington.” he replied.

“Ah, yeah… wonder how Loren’s doing. Shame she couldn’t tag along.” she nodded, adjusting her belt, her tail always got uncomfortable in her jeans after a few hours.

“Too tempting a target. You can bet she’s just as high on Frank’s shit list as I am now. If we’re both together I wouldn’t put it past him to throw the entire clan at us after that. I can’t imagine anything that’d get him more hard-core determined than that.” he replied.

“Eh, who knows?” she shrugged. “So… the ghost of Goody Cole?” she asked.

Nelen glanced down at an amulet in his hand, “I dunno… its not responding to any of the usual stuff, but we’ve got multiple eye-witness accounts stating they saw a spectral woman with a stake driven through her heart, horseshoe and all.” he replied, “She hasn’t done anything yet, but the mayor wants her exorcised before she does. They’re not taking the risk that she’ll start attacking people.” he nodded.

“Hum…” she murmured, squirming a bit more, her tail was really bugging her now. “Hey Nelen? My tail is doin’ the thing.” she grumbled.

“The thing?” he asked.

“Yanno, the thing. My shenanigans sensor.” she nodded, “I think this may be more than just a ghost.” she replied.

“… right.” he rolled his eyes. Dawn insisted that if her tail started acting up like that it meant a case was gonna get really weird. Okay so she was right about the dwarf village, and there was that old theater in the Bronx, and the spirits haunting the band camp that Nelen had to do some online research just to work out what the hell he had even seen, and the wendigo (that fuckin’ wendigo man,) but…

“You doubt the tail.” she shrugged.

“Its just… I’ve never heard of a Cheshire’s tail being some kind of radar for goofy shit happening.” he replied.

“Yeaaaaaaah, and you didn’t know about my eye trick until I showed you on that werewolf and had him chasing his tail.” she grinned.

He shrugged and nodded, “Fair… but c’mon, the tail thing is a little far-fetched.” he replied.

“Don’t doubt the tail.” she smirked, “This one is gonna go weird.”

Nelen shrugged, “Well, whatever.” he replied, taking out an old polaroid camera with several strange symbols painted along the lens cap. He got a couple shots of the alleyway entrance, then they walked along to the others and got pictures there as well, then headed back to the hotel.

That Evening at a local Super 8

He and Dawn sat up that night with Chinese takeout, kung pao chicken for him and crab rangoon for her, as he poured over his books, frowning. Both of them were seated cross-legged on one of the hotel beds with several books on death, spectral analysis, the underworld, and other ghostly phenomena.

Finally, Nelen spoke up, “Okay, so the spectral camera didn’t show dick, but we’ve got four people telling us she definitely showed up there and THEY got pictures of her… it should’ve picked up some trace…” he grumbled.

“Why would she be haunting there though?” asked Dawn, “I mean…” she paused to tear open another rangoon and lick out the crabmeat inside, “I thought her grave was supposed to be some Museum, not a strip mall and a bunch of other stuff. Did anything even exist there back in the sixteen hundreds?” she frowned.

“No, but hauntings can move sometimes… I heard those guys outta New York are doing a study on ghost migration patterns after some mess they were involved in out in Roswell.” he replied.

“Wait… you mean those Ghostbuster guys?” she asked.

“Yeah, them. Apparently, there were a bunch of ghosts of soldiers disguising themselves as aliens to drive off people investigating the crash site of the UFO from back in the day, but they were off from the actual site by several miles.” he nodded.

Dawn shrugged, eating down another rangoon’s contents, “Huh. Bet your grandpa would love to have their tech. Loren was saying how pissed off he got whenever Clan Fullmoon wound up needing to deal with a ghost because they HAD to use magic.” she grinned.

“He didn’t wanna pay the licensing fee and after two attempts at corporate espionage failed Venkman got a good lawyer he gave up." he smirked back. "Serves the old bastard right. He can stick to exorcisms and just deal with it.”

“So ya think that’s what we got?” she asked.

“Could be, I mean this was a lot longer back than Roswell… but… the camera should have picked up something…” he blinked, “Unless… that camera is for standard hauntings, but if she really got harassed into the grave…” he glanced down at his hand, “Shit, it could be another wraith.” he frowned.

He winced a bit as his arm spasmed slightly, “Merihim says that sending her to Hell isn’t an option. He can fight a wraith, but unless someone is actually supposed to go to Hell he can’t send them there.” he nodded.

“Yeah, been meaning to ask about that, supposed to? Who decides that?” she asked.

Nelen pointed up, “Yahweh and the Heavenly Host do… sorta. See, the truth of it is only Christians can go to Hell. You have to actually do the whole nine yards and convert, and THEN break the rules. Its like my contract with Merihim, but from the other direction.” he explained around a mouth of spicy chicken meat. “That guy back in Colorado? He was a practicing Catholic when he assaulted Heather back in the 80s, I checked before we left just to make sure. He did the communion and everything, but he committed the sin of Wrath and the sin of Lust when he raped her. Double whammy, down ya go.” he nodded.

“Huh, so non-Christians?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Depends on what they believe and if they have any pacts with a deity. Hindus and Buddhists reincarnate supposedly, though how you’d track that I have no godsdamn clue. Most anyone who doesn’t have some sort of religion either goes to the Underworld, becomes a haunting, or… well…” he shrugged, “Wherever I guess.” he replies. “I’m not gonna pretend I’m an expert.” then nodded, “Well, besides Christian stuff obviously… But yeah, he had a pact with Yahweh and Heaven and he violated the terms of it, so down he went.”

Dawn blinked, “So those preachers who go on about all that stuff about the rapture and the final days?”

Nelen winced as his arm spasmed suddenly. “… didn’t know he could laugh like that… yeah, load of crap. They have no clue what they’re talking about and mostly made it up. Christian equivalent of bad fan fiction.” he smirked.

She snorted, then finished off her rangoon and took several laps from her water cup. Nelen had tried to get her to learn how to drink with a straw, but it seemed some parts of her anatomy were still too feline for that in her human form. The last time she’d tried she almost drowned herself.

“But yeah, anyways… this haunting doesn’t fit any patterns I’ve ever seen before… and while she may be a wraith that doesn’t guarantee that she’d be Hellbound. If they were persecuted or murdered in life they could come back as a wraith without it being Hell-worthy… I mean, that’d be some pretty justifiable anger.” he muttered, “We’ll have to go back tonight and hope we run into her.” he nodded.

Dawn grinned, “We got this, we ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts!” she grinned.

Nelen sighed, “Great, now I’ve got Ray Parker Jr stuck in my head…”

Downtown Hampton, Midnight

About an hour later they walked back to the alleyway, the moon hanging high in the sky above them. It was a half moon, a real witch’s moon. Some people thought it was the crescent moon, but that wasn’t even close. A half moon, halfway split between light and dark, created a crossroads. It wasn’t just the fae who benefited from such things…

Nelen looked around, tossing a leather pouch to himself as he did… the same trick he’d tried on Walking Sam, but this time he was fairly certain he had the right target. Goody Cole was a white woman in the sixteen hundreds, it was a fairly safe bet she was Christian in life. “Alright Casper, come on… give us a… SHIT!” he started as he and Dawn spun to face the alleyway.

Fog began to roll out of the alley, a thick greenish mist, and a voice echoed out. “Leaaaaaaaaaaave…” it snarled…

A woman slowly emerged, her skin wrinkled and rotten, a stake driven into her chest. She extended a clawed hand, opened her mouth, and let out a low moan that echoed out at them.

“Not this time, EAT THIS YA SPOOK!” shouted Nelen, throwing the pouch at her!

The leather pouch of grave dirt, powdered tombstone, blessed silver, and candle wax sailed through the air, then smacked hard into the ghost’s forehead with an audible smack!

“AUGH!” she hissed, shaking her head and clutching at it.

Nelen stumbled, Dawn’s eyes going wide as the ghost looked up, then shrieked again before retreating back into the alleyway.

“… thunk?” said Dawn in surprise.

“That’s no godsdamn ghost, that thing is fully corporeal!” he snarled, “AFTER IT!” he shouted, rushing into the alley as he pulled a pocket flashlight out, shining it around in the gloom.

“Where are you… where… ACK!” he stumbled, almost tripping over a sturdy outdoor power cable connected to a large box, out of which was pouring the greenish mist. “A fog machine?” he blinked in confusion, then Dawn’s voice came from ahead.

“Nelen! Over here! Manhole cover! She’s gone underground!” she yowled.

Nelen chased after her, then looked down into the manhole cover. “Fog machine, physical body, what the hells is this? A changeling? A vampire?” he shook his head, then nodded to Dawn. “Recon.”

Dawn grinned, then vanished with a pop, a minute later she reappeared, “All clear, I saw our oopyspoop heading off into the tunnels. Looks like she glows in the dark.” she grinned.

Nelen jumped down onto a pathway through the sewer system, thankfully the water flow was grated off so they could stand on it, and looked around, four tunnels stretched out before him.

Dawn appeared next to him and pointed down one, “She went that way!” she nodded.

Nelen grinned and rushed off after her, following the tunnel into a large, cavernous room. A grate was in the ceiling, moonlight shining down through it… but they could see fine thanks to some large lamps set up next to… “What the… a construction drill? A jackhammer? What the fu- SHIT!” he shouted as he was tackled from behind.

“GET OUT!” snarled the ghost, but Nelen didn’t hesitate. If a ghost could attack him physically that made them a wraith! He had an answer to that.

A pair of hands grabbed them, then lifted the ghost right off them and slammed them into the ground hard, the warlock’s eyes blood red as he raised a hand, conjuring a tendril of blood and fangs. “Bad move! I’m going to flay your corpus apart you… wait…” paused Merihim, looking closer.

In the light he could see that the woman’s face was all wrong… but not in a ghostly way… and that smell...

Nelen’s eyes went back to normal as the tendril dissipated, “… rubber?” he blinked as he reached down and gripped the base of her neck, then yanked hard upwards. There was a tearing sound, and he was looking at the face of a youngish man in their early twenties.

He looked at them, then at what he was holding, then back. “… what.” he said aloud.

Dawn appeared next to him, staring as well, lifting up her sunglasses so she could get a proper look at his face.

“W-what the fuck are you?!” stammered the ghost.

“… us?! What the fuck are YOU!?” retorted Nelen, standing up and looking at what he held in his hand. A rubbery mask, spray painted the same pale white as the rest of what the ‘ghost’ had on.

He looked back, “… are you some sort of changeling? You used glamour to convince the mundanes you were a real ghost? Is there a hedge gate on the other side of that wall? Your hollow?” he asked.

“A what?!” gasped the man in the ghost costume.

Nelen blinked slowly, then walked around him, “A ghoul! Your master wants to put a sanctum down here and you’re driving away people who might find it!” he said, snapping his fingers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he replied, too freaked out to get up.

Nelen looked back, “… a mage. You’re a mage and you’re trying to set up a private sanctuary down here where the mundanes won’t come poking around.” he nodded.

“… what the fuck are you talking about?!” he asked.

“WELL WHATS ALL THIS SHIT FOR THEN?!” he gestured to the construction gear.

“THAT WALL HAS THE VAULT OF THE FIFTH-THIRD BANK ON THE OTHER SIDE!”  he blurted out.

Nelen blinked slowly, then looked at the mask, then back at him, then stared at the wall. “… fuck me sideways we got zoinked.” he muttered, his lips twitching upwards as he chuckled, “We got fucking Scooby Doo’d. It’s a criminal in a rubber mask. We’re the meddling kids!” he started laughing as Dawn grinned, giggling and swishing her tail.

“I told you to trust my tail!” she laughed, “I told you but noooooooo it’s not something Cheshires are knooown for!” she cackled.

Nelen looked at the mask, then grinned at her, “You know what this means Dawn!” he said excitedly.

“FREE DRINKS FOR A WEEK!” they both said together, then Nelen shouted, “Get out your smartphone!”

The ghost cried out as he was yanked off the floor and put in a headlock by the warlock, his hand holding the rubber mask as Dawn held up the phone, making the peace sign with her free hand and snapped a selfie.

“HAH! Fuck yes! FINALLY HAPPENED! Woooooohooho!” she cheered, dancing around the room as Nelen grinned.

“Fuck me I can’t believe it took this long. Seven damn years with the Wulfshead and we FINALLY got one!” he laughed.

The ghost looked between them, “W-wait… what about me?” he asked.

“Oh, who gives a SHIT about you Casper?” laughed Nelen, tossing the rubber mask at him, “I’ll rat your ass out to the cops on my way outta town and THEY can deal with you!”

Dawn grinned, “Yeah, we deal with supernatural threats all the time, you’re just a joker who got his heist plan from old Hannah Barbera cartoons!” she cackled, her tail swishing as Nelen walked to the far wall, said the words, and the door to the Wulfshead appeared. The two of them walked through it, laughing fit to burst, and then the door vanished a second later after it closed.

The ghost stood there, blinking, then threw up his hands, “WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!” he screamed to nobody in particular.

The Wulfshead Club, an hour later

Inside the Wulfshead Nelen was at a booth with his cousin Loren, freshly back from her own job, along with Shaman Bond and another small-time hunter named Ed Vargas. Dawn was up on the stage doing Karaoke again and, in light of recent events, was singing ‘We’re the Hex Girls’ with two zombie girls backing her up.

“No, seriously! I was all set to pulp this guy and then I realized what I was looking at!” he laughed over his third drink, “In the dark you couldn’t tell, but next to those bigass lights he had set up it was obvious. I actually saw this same mask at Kmart when I was a kid!” he grinned.

“Ah cannae believe it.” smirked Loren, “Ah bloody mundy in a costume…”

“Believe it sister, I’ve seen it more than a couple times.” grinned Shaman Bond over his gin, “Some prats up in London tried to rob a jewelry store disguised as werewolves and it was so convincing that word got back to us. I almost shot one with a silver bullet before they pulled off their masks and surrendered.” he chuckled.

“Hell, we’ve all been there at least once. Lucky bastard though Nelen, free drinks all week.” nodded Ed.

Across the room, near the exit, was a huge cork board that held several pictures, polaroids, and more recently printed out selfies depicting various hunters throughout the years next to huge dragon like beasts that had turned out to be disguised cars, tied up and beat up criminals in really convincing Halloween costumes, a would be treasure hunter in a fake pirate costume, and now Nelen and Dawn grinning ear to ear with an extremely confused bank robber sandwiched between them. Above the corkboard was a sign reading ‘Jinkies Gang! We solved the mystery!’

Under the board was a sign reading, ‘Get Scooby Doo’d, drink free for a week! (Must present picture as proof.)’

The clientele of the Wulfshead got called out to all sorts of locations to deal with creepies, crawlies, ghoulies, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, faeries, and all sorts of things… but every so often, against all odds, it really was just a man in a rubber mask. Zoinks indeed.

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[murdockdevil-goooonnne]

SPELL A MUSE’S NAME IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL TELL YOU…

sent by: rhian ( @gothamrains) via discord. for our 1x1 with cloud & lil.

claudia daviau — rhian’s claudia. so some of these are strictly related to rhian’s cloud; take for example, her surname.

C: If they had to pick one sport to play/watch which would it be?

I’m going to say the gym. Because I feel like exercising lets out a lot of steam for her and keeps her in shape enough to do her assassin work when she’s not living her double life with Lil by managing their bakery.  Her happiest places are with Lil and the kiddos at the bakery or at home, of course. But her other happiest place is the gym because she just likes to move move move.

L: How often do they post on their social media accounts?

In this specific verse with Lil, I’d say she updates social media a lot. Not only because she is a Daviau and she has appearances to keep up with. But also, because I don’t think she’s ever pictured herself so happy with someone who truly accepts her, you know? Like Lil loves her for her. 

A: Who are their exes? Do they still keep in touch?

Her exes are Jackson Kent (her ex-husband, who sucks) and a lot of random other people Cloud just kind of got bored with? She’s the type who will flirt and tease, but she never really gave in much before Lil. But then she met Lil, and that changed. So, uhm, yeah – she really has a trail of exes who either love or hate her. 

U: Would they rather be single or in a relationship?

Is it safe for her to have a family dynamic that makes her feel this happy? No. She kind of is a danger magnet. But the same could be said about Lil. And Cloud also knows that with her and Lil around, no one can mess up what they have. So in this situation, she’d say, she’d rather be in a relationship.

D: What time does their day usual start?

Cloud wakes up so early. She’s so annoying. I’d say 5am, just cause.

I: In general, are they organized or messy?

Organized to an over-the-top degree. The same could be said for Felix and Amya. I think it’s something they picked up from their adoptive father. 

A: Do they have any pet peeves?

Claudia has a lot. For one though, she doesn’t like when people – especially men — speak over her or interrupt her. Drives her bananas. 

D: Are they religious?

She was raised in a multi-religious household where she got to choose her faith. She leaned towards her father’s faith, but eventually just decided she didn’t believe in anything except her wife when religion felt confusing to her. I don’t really think her and Lil raise their kids on any religion. I do see Cloud doing what her parents did and letting them choose their own paths though.

A: What color are their bedroom walls?

Probably white? Unless Lil and her paint them like a light blue or a….soft soft sigh….Violet. 

V: They’ve been arrested, who is their one phone call to?

Yes, but it was never on her record due to her father’s money or Delphine just deciding she needed to look pretty on paper. And it was usually for her defending someone. Though I do see her spending a good week in jail for some random shit in her uni days. And being mad about it.  

I: How they feel about tattoos? Do they have any?

Claudia has nothing against tattoos. She thinks they’re neat. But they could potentially identify her when she’s putting on a disguise for work, so she doesn’t really have any. She would have Lil’s name though if she could get one.

A: What is their full name and how do the feel about it?

Claudia Evangeline Adina Daviau. I mean, she thinks it’s too fucking long.

U: Do they have a criminal record of any kind?

She should, but it’s clean for work reasons and rich father reasons….Sooooo.

#noswrittenworks* #[ hc: claudia daviau | verse: rhian's 1x1 with lil ] #nosheadcanons* #okay i had too much fun with this lmfaooo #[ tagging: rhian ] #[ rhian: claudia x lil ]

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ma'am the false god masterlist is *chef's kiss*

False God | m.m. | 5

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language. Violence. Matt is angry and the reader is stupid.

Author’s Note: My plot returned and I know what I’m doing now! Also thanks for all the love and support. My god. It makes my heart fucking SOAR that you guys like this so much.

Series Masterlist | Talk to me!

The phone rang three times before he picked up. “I hate this song, you know,” he said in greeting.

“I personally think it fits us very well,” she countered as she leaned over the edge of her roof, looking down at the scene unfolding before her. “How far from my place are you?”

“Why?” He asked, tone turning playful. “Miss me that much?”

“After this morning? Naturally,” she teased, referring back to the early morning shower they shared. However, she was distracted; drawing lines on the bricks with her nails, tallying up the number of guys in the van. “Actually though, I think I’m about to do something stupid.”

“Define stupid.”

“Black mask, breaking the law stupid.”

Matt’s tone shifted as she heard him stand. “I’m downtown at the courthouse, what’s going on?”

“Too far. Oh well, it’s nothing I can’t handle, handsome,” she promised as the final man came out of the van.

Five.

“Do not do anything,” he warned.

“Too late; I’ll call you when I’m either in jail or done.”

“Please —“

Without allowing him to argue, she hung up and hopped onto the fire escape. One of the guys —the one barking orders —she recognized from files she pulled from her drive after Matt revealed himself. A former HYDRA operative, with four lower level goons outside her apartment? They were there for her; no doubt. She wondered if that meant the hit man had been for her too.

Reality shifted around the alley, hiding her presence as she climbed down the escape. It wouldn’t hold long, but it would give her enough time to snoop around. They wouldn’t suspect a thing, trapped in their own heads as she manipulated the thoughts they had.

Dropping to the ground, she made her way around the men as they argued over who would do what. Amateurs, then. Didn’t actually plan their shit out. Rolling her eyes, she climbed into the back of the van. Other than various weapons, there weren’t any indications of their plans. As she moved her way up towards the driver’s seat, there was an odd feeling coming over her. She chocked it up to anxiety; getting caught would end badly, but she continued. The jackpot was a phone being left in the seat, but as she pocketed it, there was a high pitched screech that overwhelmed her.

Reality returned to normal as she dropped to her knees, drawing the attention of the men.

“Loxias was right,” the HYDRA operative taunted, holding a device in his hand that flashed red. “Can’t keep her nose outta people’s business.”

Hearing his name made her blood boil as she covered her ears, trying to deafen the screeching. The operative stepped into the van, reaching out to grab her by the hair. While it hurt, the screeching in her ears was far worse and it was disrupting her ability to focus. If Crown had sent these guys after her, then she was in actual trouble now.

The screeching slowly died away, dull in her ears, but just enough for her to regain some sense of focus. The man holding her hair was barking orders at the others, telling them to get the doors shut and to get the ball rolling —they needed to go.

“I’d really rather not break house arrest. I was doing so well,” she managed to say, looking up at the operative as the truck started and took off. “But if I have to…”

He gave her an odd look, unsure why the device he had stopped working. But his distraction was enough for her to pull her weight back and launch her legs into his hips. It forced his grip on her to loosen as the other men started to throw punches at her. The driver stayed focus, whipping around a corner in an attempt to throw her off balance. All that did was throw his team to the side as she jumped and grabbed the railing, wrapping her legs around another guy’s neck.

Unlike Matt, she didn’t have any issue killing people.

She twisted around, throwing the guy on the ground. The HYDRA operative pointed a gun at her, taking aim and shooting but a sudden bump in the road changed its direction. The bullet sunk into the bolt holding the back of the van shut, breaking it and throwing the doors open. The other goon, who wasn’t knocked out, charged at her but she ducked, kicking him out of the van, where he rolled down the street.

This was her chance to escape, and she took it as she braced herself. The driver made another haphazard turn and she seized the moment, throwing herself out the back of the van. The civilian clothes did little to shield her from the road rash she’d get on her arms. However she was trained enough to know how to steady herself after being thrown from a moving vehicle.

She fell into a shop display, where she promptly dropped backwards and groaned. But she waved it off, sitting up and cussing out loud as she assessed damage to her arms. The owner of the shop rushed out, and upon seeing her bloodied, ran back inside to get a first aid kit.

“Thanks,” she managed to say, taking it from him. Not that it would do a lot of good, but it was the gesture that counted.

She pushed herself off the ground, looking around for a moment, determining where she was. The shop owner insisted she go clean up, and wouldn’t take no for answer, repeating something about being “Team Cap,” and they’d help her out. She caved finally.

After cleaning her road rash and patching herself up the best she could, she took off down the street.

*****

She didn’t bother knocking on the door, instead opting to simply open it. The bandages wrapped around her arms and hands were bloodied through already, and she didn’t know where else to go. This was the only place she knew she wouldn’t be accused of ditching house arrest. Jimmy would be thrilled to arrest her; she knew it.

So there she stood, inside the offices of Nelson and Murdock. Bloodied, beaten, and almost kidnapped.

Foggy stood up, looking at her with horror as Karen hurried out of the break room.

“Holy shit,” Foggy gasped as held up her hands. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“Is Matt here?”

“He said he was heading to your place after his meeting —“

“You should tell him to come here. I don’t have my phone.”

Karen rushed back into the break room, grabbing various medical supplies before returning. Insisting that she sit down, Karen got to work on cleaning up the gashes and blood on the hero’s arms.

“You’re suspiciously good at this,” she pointed out as Karen wrapped actual medical gauze and tape around her hands and wrists.

“Yeah, well, I’ve had practice on myself,” she explained.

Foggy returned from his call, saying Matt was on his way. “He sounds pissed,” was added as he hung up the phone.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes as Karen finished up her right arm and moved onto the left. “Probably because he told me not to do anything.”

“What did you do?” He asked, sitting down beside her. “Because as your lawyer, you know, you broke house arrest. This is a huge deal. You’re going to get arrested —“

“Only if I’m caught,” she pointed out, narrowing her eyes at him. “I was technically kidnapped.”

“Technically?” Karen asked, brow raised.

“I snuck into the van by hiding in plain sight. But one of them —his name is Victor Pelegrín, a former HYDRA operative —had this device that shuttered my powers.”

“Why on earth did you sneak into their van?” Foggy demanded.

“Because it was sketchy and I’m a superhero?”

“A retired superhero!”

“Are you always this dramatic?”

“He is,” Karen offered as she taped off the last of her bandages. “What happened then? They just drove off with you inside?”

She looked over her hands and arms, frowning deeply as she did. This would be hard to explain to Woo if she got caught. And she couldn’t use her powers, not without being accused of lying. “Yeah, pretty much. But they mentioned someone —the guy who gave me my powers. Loxias Crown.”

“The Nazi guy who got busted for human experiments?” Foggy asked, leaning in some.

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m assuming that means he’s escaped; and he seems to want me back.”

“Well shit.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, leaning over to try to calm her nerves. Maybe her therapist was right about the whole hero thing filling a hole in her after all. Because she wasn’t on edge from stress; she was on edge from excitement. She had almost forgotten how thrilling it was to fight up close and personal; to throw a 250 pound man to the ground with just sheer force of will.

The next nine months of her house arrest were suddenly in danger.

“I need go home before I get caught —“

“You are not going anywhere,” Matt suddenly said, voice full of anger, and throwing the door open.

“Oh you’re hot when you’re mad —“

“No.”

Oh I’m in actual trouble, she thought.

Foggy and Karen exchanged looks, knowing well that they needed to go before they got caught in the crossfire.

“It was nice knowing you,” Foggy said, clapping her on the shoulder before he retreated to his office.

“I hope you feel better,” Karen offered with a smile. “It was nice to finally meet you.” She followed Foggy, shutting the door behind her.

They were going to gossip, she was certain of it.

But that was the least of her concerns as Matt all but dropped his cane on against the wall. She sat up and stretched her legs out, then rested her hands in her lap. It was the same demeanor she presented at the meeting about the Accords; and when she met with her therapist. Feigned indifference.

“You know, Karen is super cute —“

“Are you out of your damn mind?” He demanded, but his voice was low. “You could have been killed.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” she pointed out, motioning to herself.

“I specifically asked you not to do anything,” he continued, hands on his hips as he paced back and forth.

“I couldn’t just sit there! They were coming for me anyway! I prevented people from dying, probably!”

“You can’t know that —“

“You’re being a hypocrite,” she snapped at him, eyes narrowing as she stood.

Matt stopped pacing, standing in front of her now. His hands dropped from his hips as she sized him up. She understood why he was mad, she truly did. What she did was reckless and stupid; it could have killed her. But he couldn’t be that angry at her; not with the shit he did.

“What?”

She stepped forward, almost chest to chest with him. Then she whispered, ensuring the others couldn’t hear. “You’re being a hypocrite, Matt. Because you would have done the exact same thing.”

There was silence that filled the space between them as she called him out. The anger fizzled in the air; he could feel it. But it was no longer his; it was hers. He hated that she was right. He absolutely would have done the same thing. How could he scold her when he took to the streets every night and took things into his own hands?

He couldn’t.

They both knew that.

A heavy sigh finally left him as he stepped away from her. She attempted to cross her arms but flinched from the pain; Matt reached out for her to give him her hands.

“Are you at least okay?”

“I jumped out of a moving car after being beaten up by HYDRA assholes. I’m as okay as I’m gonna get,” she offered little reassurance but there was teasing in her tone. “This isn’t the worst thing to happen to me.”

He nodded some, running his fingers lightly over the bandages over her arms. The heat that radiated from underneath brought an anger up in him that he couldn’t explain. This wouldn’t go unpunished; he’d deal with it himself.

“Let’s get you home; we need an alibi.”

“The guy who owns the corner store said he’d cover for me,” she suddenly remembered, looking up at him with a smug smile slowly coming to her face. “Team Cap, apparently.”

“That’s…incredibly stupid but convenient. We’ll deal with it if you get caught.” She nodded as he took his cane back into his hand, leaving his suit jacket behind. But he paused in front of the door, turning to her once more. “Please wait for me next time.”

“Fuck yeah. We can make our own Avengers team —“

“Absolutely not.”

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[luxora]

Blackpink -> {Mafia AU} -> They find out you are an undercover cop

Requested: Nope.

Group: Blackpink.

Genre: Angst. Small bit of smut?

Warnings: Some violence, hints of blood and smut.

A/N: First reaction. Hope you all like it.

Jisoo

She stared at herself in the mirror, looking back at those onyx eyes of which belonged to her while her mind raged with her heart while the message of which she had received from one of her underlings was busy mocking her, the words glaring up from their place on the bathroom sink.

Cop...undercover...selling info to the feds...

Even though she only read it once, it was enough for her to learn of the truth. To learn of the truth about you. To learn the truth that you were in fact an undercover cop, who had infiltrated her gang and had all but turned her world upside down as you managed to do the impossible and make her fall. To make her fall in love with you, a feat of which she thought was impossible and yet you managed to achieve it and prove her wrong.

Jisoo continued to stare at her reflection, the memories of you and her were flashing through her mind as her grip on the edges of the bathroom sink tightened so much that her knuckles began to turn white. She was biting down on her teeth so hard that she was surprised she hasn't cracked a tooth yet.

She was feeling so...so...

Smash!

The pain of her fist connection with the mirror hardly occurred to her mind. The glass shards piercing skin was all but a numbing anesthesia to the sensation of her heart cracking from its very core. For years she had trained her heart to not feel, to be as freezing cold as ice and as hard of a rock in order to protect herself from pathetic things such as love. And yet you came along with the infectious disease known as love and pulled her under its influence, blinding from the truth that you were from the other side, the side which was filled with nothing but law enforcement.

"...I am a fool." She whispered, lowering her hand to the sink and looking at her now distorted reflection from the shattered fragments of the mirror. "A cop...the irony..."

A cop making a mafia leader fall for them. It truly was ironic and simply proves how much of a fool that Jisoo was. She was a fool to think that you were not expecting anything from her in the relationship, to think that you were only after her heart after all the months you spent trying to get close to her.

She was indeed a fool.

Jennie

To think that a face which was so innocent was capable of such lies. That someone who had managed to conquer the unconquerable had managed to pull the wool over her eyes until it was too late. To think that she had managed to fall in love with someone who only had one goal in mind, and that was to arrest her and put an end to the all of her gang's activities.

She was truly taken for a ride by you.

Even now, when she stands in the middle of a parking lot, guns pointing at her from every direction from the police officers behind their vehicles, she did not focus on anything else but you. You stood before her with your gun drawn, the very gun she had gifted you after a successful heist together, and pointing at her with every intention to shoot her if she made a false move.

"Was any of it true? Your love for me, that is." Jennie asked, cocking her head slightly to the left as she continued to gaze at you while your superior of some sorts from the law enforcement was shouting orders at her to lay down on the ground. She noticed you swallow and grimace.

"I had to do what I needed to do to get you to trust me, and making you fall for me seemed to be the easiest."

A torrent of emotions filled her, rupturing her chest and heart as she struggled to keep them down, successfully so as not a crack in her mask was made as she hummed out loud. "I see."

Jennie then glanced around at her circumstances, trying to elevate the feeling of despair within her as she learned that you did not care for her as she seemed to believe that you had. But then again, it was foolish of her to believe that she deserving of love, especially all the cruel things she has done in her particular occupation.

"Jennie Kim...show me your hands and kneel down on the floor. Its over." You ordered, taking a few cautious steps towards her before freezing when she turned back to face you again.

"I truly did love you. I hope you know that." Jennie said, and a bitter smile crawled along her face as she watched you nod.

"I know."

Jennie let out a chuckle before finally raising her hands, slowly kneeling down on the ground and allowing you to continue towards her until you finally were darting behind her and snapping handcuffs around her wrists, the cool metal biting her skin as you pulled her back up to her feet.

"Now I know why you liked handcuffs so much." She quipped, unintentionally causing a slight smile to appear on your lips before she was suddenly swamped by two other police officers and all but dragged towards an enforcement vehicle.

Chaeyoung

Your fingers threaded through her hair and tightened as she dragged her tongue along your abdomen before finally reaching your lips of which she overpowered, her tongue invading your mouth and dominating the kiss, your moan swallowed by her while she possessively tossed a leg over your hip to straddle you.

The blanket fell from her body and you were able to bare witness of her glorious body, your hands seeking out her skin like a parched man in the middle of the desert for water. You pawed at her soft skin, gripping at it as she pressed you to the mattress. You were just so needy for her, your movements telling her everything, and she couldn't help but smile as she pulled away and looked down to see you completely red in the face.

"Hmm, red suits you." She teased, causing you to smile and chuckle before your hands chose to rest on her hips.

"Not as much as it suits you. But then again, everything you wear suits you." Chaeyoung quirked an eyebrow as you, a smirk on her lips.

"Even handcuffs?" She asked, her hands seeking out yours and grabbing your wrists before moving them above your head to the headboard. You smirked before nodding.

"Especially handcuffs." Chaeyoung hummed before her hand slipped underneath your pillow and pulled out the glimmering, metal handcuffs and quickly locked them around your wrists to the headboard, leaving you completely at her mercy. You smirked as you pulled at them experimentally. "Kinky."

"Perhaps. But you would much prefer them on me, wouldn't you? Especially next week when you and your squad decide to invade our head quarters next week during the raid?"

Chaeyoung watched as you took in her words, trying to process what she was saying and then she watched as the realization dawned on you, that your secret had been found out. Chaeyoung reached underneath her pillow and brought out the blade she was hiding, bringing it to your neck just as you began to struggle, the clinking of the metal handcuffs entering the room.

"The fact that you had managed to sneak into the gang is something impressive, but it is even more impressive that you had managed to get close to me in more ways than one. I'm sure that your superiors are impressed, but did you ever think ahead to what could happen to you once I found out the truth?"

She stared down at you, her eyes steely and cutting as she stared you down in her naked glory, the same as you although the humiliation that you were feel was far beyond that of a kink in a bedroom.

"It appears that your superiors won't be getting their daily check in with you today."

Lisa

Lisa has been in this warehouse so many times, each time more exciting than the other. And yet this time the only thing which she was feeling was anger and betrayal. And the cause of it was all because of you, the one which she had trusted the most.

And that was her mistake.

You were the first one she saw, which just reignited the two swirling emotions within her as she gazed upon your hanging figure, chained up from your feet and left to be dangling from the metal ceiling beams while the chains binding your body like a metal cocoon rattled as you attempted to wiggle free. But it was impossible to escape, the gang made sure that you would be unable to, as it was their boss who you had to deal with due to the revelation of your true occupation.

She locked eyes with you as came to stand in front of you, staring down at you like an executioner to the prisoner before they lobbed off the head. You could see the tenseness of her body, of complete anger and tension she felt and had as she continued to stare down at you without a word.

And then she punched you.

Never did Lisa think she would ever deliver such a powerful blow to you, not even when the two of you got a bit rough with a each other in the bedroom. But now it was completely different circumstances she was dealing with. She wasn't dealing with the Y/N who had managed to woo her into security and feel like a normal girl in love, she was dealing with Y/N, the undercover cop who had managed to learn the inner workings of her gang.

You coughed and spat out blood, swinging around from your chains until Lisa reached out and grabbed onto one of the chains binding your body and twirling you around until you were facing her again, and then she knelt down so that she was more at your level. She reached out to grab your head from underneath, the usual softness of your hair completely disintegrated due with hard stickiness of dried blood applied to it, courtesy of her henchmen during the struggle of apprehending you.

"I'm sure you have learnt more than enough with your mission here just what we do to those we consider to be traitors to the gang." She pulled at your hair and you gasped in pain, the sound making a painful twinge in Lisa's heart but she covered it up before anyone could take notice.

She had to treat you just how she did with all the other traitors she has dealt with in the past. You were no exception, even if her heart wanted you to be.

"Leave us. I will deal with this personally." She ordered her henchmen and they followed her orders instantaneously without question, just as a henchman should.

If only your loyalty was the same as theirs, then neither of you two would be hurting the way you were now.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 7

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon (not explicitly tagged for a surprise but nothing extreme).

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: We back at it again! Happy Tuesday.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

‘When I was nineteen, pureness was the great issue...I saw the world divided into people who had slept with somebody and people who hadn’t, and this seemed the only really significant difference between one person and another. I thought a spectacular change would come over me the day I crossed the boundary line.’

You read and reread the paragraph. You couldn’t help it. The first time you read that book, you just didn’t get the cynicism. There were still parts you couldn’t quite relate to. But that passage sank into you like a pebble in water. You felt changed already and after something so little.

You hadn’t seen Lee since Saturday. He had your number now and called at night. A few times, there was noise in the background; people, cars, life. You realised he must’ve been at a payphone, taking a moment away from his patrol. That was another thing about him; he felt so established, so wise, and that made you feel even less.

When the phone began to ring that night, you ignored it. And when it stopped, you picked up the receiver and dialed the only number you knew. Your mom picked up and you heard the sink running in the background. She was always busy when you called.

“Mom,” you said, “it’s me.”

“Oh, hi, dear,” she replied in her creaky tone, “how are you? Oh, is something wrong?”

“Um… I’m okay, I just wanted to call, I…” you thought of telling her about Lee but you weren’t really sure how. You weren’t even sure why you called her, only that you felt alone. “I miss you and daddy.”

“We miss you, too,” you heard her steps and her grunt as she stretched the cord and twisted off the faucet. “He’s been working hard down at the steel yard and he’s so proud. All the other men tell him to hush up when he brags about you.”

“Yeah? I… I’m working hard. Got an A on my last paper,” you played with the coiled cord.

“That’s great, dear,” she chimed, “are you sure you’re okay? You sound tired.”

“I am tired,” you said, “that’s all. Studying and all that.”

“I hope so. I wouldn’t want you going out late to one of those parties,” she tittered, “Noreen’s son got arrested at one of those and spent a night in jail. They spent their mortgage to get him out.”

“No, no, I don’t, um, go to parties,” you assured, not adding that no one would even think to invite you to one.

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry, I’ll have to call back tomorrow,” she sighed as you heard the door clamour, “your father’s so intent on hurting himself these days.”

“Okay, um, it’s alright, I’ll talk later, love y--” the phone went dead and you listened to the dull tone.

You put the receiver back in the cradle and tapped your fingers on your lips. You picked up your book and sat back on your bed. You couldn’t focus on the words though as your mind lingered on the familiar sounds of home. You missed it terribly. You just wanted to take the bus and go hide in your old childhood bed.

The phone rang again. You knew it wasn’t your mother. You left it and when it silenced, there was only a second before it started again. You waited until the next lull and moved the receiver off the cradle and let the low hum rise from the speaker. You kept it off the hook and closed your book.

You didn’t want to deal with any of that today. Not Lee, not Plath, not the plague of woes that roiled your stomach. You flopped onto your bed and pulled your pillow over your head. You weren’t going to think again until your morning lecture.

📚

You sat near the front of the hall with your elbow on the small fold-out desk. You swirled your pen lazily in the air as you listened to the professor expound on the flaws of historical revisionism. He wasn’t the type to entertain questions or comments, he merely ranted and expected you to note those few words of value amidst the sea of thoughts.

You yawned, exhausted despite an early night. You felt empty and drained those last four days. Ever since…

You didn’t think about it. Tried not to even as it tugged at your mind. When the memory managed to poke through, you felt the same tingle between your legs and your cheeks burned in humiliation. 

How had you let it happen? How could you let yourself do that?

You were so confused by it all. How could it be wrong if Lee said it was right? He was older, he was a cop, and he knew much more than you. You never even kissed a boy before him and he was so confident in everything he did that he must be doing it all right. 

Besides, after everything, if you refused him, you’d have only been leading him on and using him for his kindness, even if you didn’t realise what you were doing. Because what you did know was that he was a man and you were a woman and that he was doing nice things for you. And you accepted them all. The least you could do was bide his affection. That was the age old exchange, was it not?

“Next week, we’ll review chapters five and six,” the professor’s tone piqued as his ramble subsided, “I expect a class discussion and you can expect ten percent of your mark to be evaluated from your contribution and I will know if you just ‘skimmed’ the introduction.’

The class grumbled as he dismissed you and you stood slowly, stretching the cramp from your leg. You packed up your bag and hauled it on your shoulder. You had a gap between that class and your afternoon publishing class. You trailed out behind the flow of chattering students but found many of them lowered their voices as they came out into the hall.

There voices fell to whispers as they entered the hall. The sight of a brown hat assured you of the reason. Sheriff Bodecker stood against the painted brick and watched the students pass by, each eyeing him nervously and some chuckling under their breaths nervously. You tried to hide behind a taller student but your name tripped you up.

Despite your efforts to maintain your invisibility, he’d spotted you and you knew you could run away. Several of your peers craned around to watch you, no doubt suspecting some trouble on your part. You dragged your feet and stepped out of the tide of fleeing co-eds to stand along the wall with Lee.

“Hi,” you said quietly.

“Young lady,” he said staunchly and kept his eyes on the other students, nodding at them darkly as they passed.

He waited until the hall was empty before he turned on you. You fidgeted and caught your bag as it slipped from your shoulder. Your thoughts wrinkled above your brow and you stared at his brown leather shoes.

“How did you… find me here?”

He was silent as he reached in his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He opened it and showed you a print-out of your schedule.

“Easy enough,” he tapped his badge nonchalantly, “I was worried. You didn’t answer last night.”

“I fell asleep early,” you said weakly, “morning lecture, you know?”

“Mmm,” he hummed, “not that early.”

“I’m sorry, I was sleep--”

“You’re no good at lying and I don’t like you telling me fibs,” he growled, “you playin’ around with me, honey.”

“No, I…” you blinked as he folded the paper back into his pocket and pushed his jacket back to settle his hand on his pistol.

“Did you forget who I am? What I am?” he arched a brow darkly.

“N-No, sir, I… I got schoolwork and--”

“You can’t stop and talk to me for ten minutes?” he challenged, “you hurt me, honey. I’m out on patrol all night, in danger, and the only thing I got to look forward to is hearing your sweet voice.”

“I, um, I… er, I’m confused,” you eked out, “I don’t know… I…”

“Honey,” he leaned in and his hot breath glossed over you as he lowered his voice, “you know what this is, we both know what a bad girl you were on Saturday.”

“I didn’t…” you swallowed and choked on your voice, “I gotta go to the library--”

You tried to turn away but were pulled back by his tight grip on your arm. He forced you against the wall and knocked the wind from you as your bag tumbled from your arm. You gasped and stared up at him in fright. In that moment, he seemed bigger than ever; taller, thicker, and strong as hell. Stronger than you for sure.

“You don’t go nowhere ‘less I say you do,” his other hand shifted on his gun, “you got me?”

“What are you-- I didn’t… why are you being mean?”

“Me? Honey pie, you been avoiding me and I’m mean?” he snarled.

“I wasn’t avoiding you, I’m just... busy,” you whimpered as he squeezed your arm so tight it throbbed, “you’re hurting me.”

“You’re hurting me,” he hissed, “you think I got time to be comin’ down here on duty to find you?”

“You didn’t have to--”

“I did,” he barked, “I had to make sure you weren’t hussyin’ around with any other boys, like I found you last week.”

“I told you, that wasn’t--”

“Shhhhh,” his hand flew to your chin and forced your mouth shut, “I don’t got the time for this, honey. I’ll be around tonight and you’ll wear a pretty dress for me, won’t you?”

You clenched your jaw and nodded stiffly as his thumb toyed with your lip. He smiled and the tension left his grasp.

“Good girl,” he drew away and squared his shoulders, “you be ready at six and don’t keep me waitin’ again.”

“Yes, sir,” you croaked.

“Mmm,” he nodded with a smirk, “you know, I think I do prefer ‘sir’.” He bent and kissed your lips before you could turn away. You let him and he stood straight again and adjusted his belt, “six o’clock, honey pie.”

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I  Need To See Her Part Two

A/N: I know I said that this was only going to be a part two but then the Idea just came as I began writing but the next part to this will be the last one lol I hope you all enjoy this and it’s not boring or weird. If you like this please like and reblog and comment it means a lot to see interactions on my work.

OA’s POV 

“I love you so much” I said to her 

My heart broke into a million pieces. I hated seeing her like that. I knew how worried about me she was but she would never admit to it. 

She always felt the need to be strong and hold things in. 

I wanted nothing more to get into that car and drive home with them. 

To be able to hold Y/N’s hand and walk home with her and be able to go to sleep in my bed. To be stop hiding and stop looking over my shoulder. 

I was constantly worried I would make the wrong move and blow my cover. The real fear that no matter where I went they followed me.

 The whole time i drove over here I kept looking back to make sure I was alone. 

I wanted to be me again. Living this was life was just to hard a lie and making sure each lie covers each other.

 That there is a never whole in my story for someone to question me. Trying to close this thing without causing alarm. 

I wanted to see her. I thought if i had seen her that it would remind me on my life.

 But it was even harder on me than I thought. It just made me miss her more and want to leave more. It got me all messed in the head more than I thought.

I sat there and watched them drive off. Making Maggie promise me that she would be okay. 

It made me feel better knowing she wasn’t alone. I couldn’t the thought of her dealing with this alone. 

I sat there for a few after they drove off. I needed the moment to clear my head and be able to take a moment to gather myself.

 I missed her already is that crazy ? I just saw her and missed her so much. 

I didn’t want to go back to where I was. It was messed up there and even without me being undercover it would be dangerous

. These people are not to be messed with. There was also this part of me that was getting to settled in there. 

The line of me and this undercover was getting crossed. Let me tell you about this OP and maybe your understand me more. 

My undercover name was Khalid. I started under as someone was a part of the lower drug cartel.

 I was moving weight in and out of small places like school to college kids then started growing into selling to more suburban moms and rich people. 

I meant the “Big Boss” Jamal. He was the one who ran half of Maryland if not more. 

These people were down here were fucked up and did not play around. Anyone who was involved undercover or not was at risk. 

I had managed to work my way up to the inner circle. I was in “Meetings” and doing what ever was needed of me. It was good because along the way i was able to keep records and evidence on everyone and everything that was going on. 

The higher up i got the more i was worried. I didn’t know that there was so many important people. 

From judges and cops and even corrupt detectives. The operation was more than just dealing that we originally thought. 

These cops weren’t arresting anyone and if there it was from a rival gang. Then the detectives would take the drugs seized and sell them back to the gang for a cut. 

When ever someone from the inside did get arrested they  had judges  on their payrolls and even gave harsher sentences to rival people. 

Know you see why I am so paranoid and made it hard to go back. 

The second i saw Y/N i was so happy to see her but i was also kind of regretting it. If anything bad happened to her because of me and being selfish I would never forgive myself. 

 I couldn’t trust anyone not even cops anymore. I truly was alone in all of this. My undercover had a girlfriend to.

 She didn’t know I was under but her brother was Jamal. It was helpful to get my foot in the door. 

I felt bad for using her. I had her make connections for me and get me in places. 

She talked about nothing more than getting out and making a name for herself. I always thought for a second here and there to tell her who I was and getting her out. 

It was to risky though i don’t know if i could trust her. She’s already starting to pick up on something. 

We don’t act like a normal couple would. We don’t have sex with each other we barely kiss i mean if we do there’s nothing behind it. 

We go on dates and hold hands but there’s always guilt behind it. I always think of Y/N when i’m with her. 

Wishing it was her I was holding hands with and going out with.  I always felt bad for Mya too. 

She didn’t deserve someone who was just using her. Hopefully i could find a way of ending this without getting hurt. 

 She deserved to keep seeing the good out there. And for her to find a way out and live a good life. 

So here i sit on this bench dreading going back. I stared at my phone just scrolling through pictures of her and one’s of us together.

 On dates and just doing couple things. She always made me go out and try new things. 

She brought me out of my comfort zone and that’s one of the reasons why I loved her so much. 

I didn’t even realize I was crying until i saw the teardrops hit my phone. I just kept telling myself we are so close to wrap this up. 

I just needed something Jamal that’s it. I had everything else on the cops and detectives and even the small players. 

But damn Jamal was good and I couldn’t get anything on him. Eight long months and nothing. 

I was broken out of my thoughts when my other phone rang. It was Mya probably wondering where I was. I lied and said I had a job down here to do and would be back soon. 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to get back into the Khalid mindset. I wasn't OA anymore. 

“Hey baby what’s up” I asked answering the phone 

“Babe where are you Jamal said you didn’t have a job up there where are you” She asked worried 

“I’ll explain when I get home” I said hanging up the phone. I needed to keep it short and sweet. 

Fuck i thought i’m screwed. It felt like it was time now that this case had to come to an end. If i lied and said I was cheating than Jamal would certainly kill me for doing that to his sister. 

Then if i got caught in another lie than my cover would be blown. I knew after seeing Y/N it would be soon I was coming home but I didn’t think it was this soon. 

I got in the car and drove down to Mya’s house. I was wracking my brain to see what was the best thing I could do. 

The only solution I could come up with was to come clean.

 To tell her who I was and hoped she would leave with me to go the FBI office. I knew if we gave a deal to another player there would be a good chance we could get them to flip. 

At this point it was the only thing I could do. There was no other play considering I didn’t think it was going to come down like this so fast. 

The drive to her apartment was fast considering how late it was. There was barely any traffic on the road. 

The closer I got to her apartment the more I could feel my heart beating fast. The anxiety was taking over. 

I pulled into the garage and made my way up. I tried to keep calm but it felt like my legs were going to give out

. Not knowing what really awaited me up there.  Mya told Jamal i was on a job and he knew I didn’t have one he would hesitant to kill me. 

He was very paranoid and he has killed for a lot less. I got in the elevator and made my way up.when i got to her door I hesitated before opening it. I took a deep breath and said fuck it let’s do it. 

When I opened up the door. Mya was sitting on the couch when she saw me she had a look on her face. 

“Where have you been” She asked 

“I need to talk to you but not here and I need you to trust me” I said 

“Is Jamal here” I asked 

“No why would he be and what the hell is going on why are you acting weird” Mya Asked. 

“Please okay come with me” I said 

She nodded and got her stuff. I couldn’t trust her apartment he probably had it bugged. We drove out to an abandoned parking lot. 

We pulled in and I turned off the car and turned and it looked at her 

“Okay I know this is going to be hard to hear but my name is not Khalid It’s Omar and I work with the FBI you told me before you wanted out I can help you but we need to get out of here and go to the FBI office” I said 

“Your kidding me what the hell is wrong with you?” she said 

“You lied to me about everything who you are how can I trust you” Mya said

“I Know you have no right to trust me but you have to believe me I can help you” I said 

She just looked at me with this face that was hard to read. 

“I do I really do want out but Jamal he’s family and when you said you were on a job he said it wasn’t true he got paranoid and he came to my apartment. He said he would follow you” She said 

My heart dropped how long was he following us for was my first thought. 

“How long has he been tailing me” I asked

“Sense you left this morning I told him you were going out and even before the phone call earlier he said he couldn’t trust you he saw you with some white girl with a ponytail she looked like a Fed he told me” Mya said 

My heart stopped beating he saw me earlier with Y/N and he saw me “cheating” on Mya.  The fact that he never pulled up to our car left only one option. 

He followed Y/N and Maggie and they were in trouble. 

I got my phone out and called Maggie no answer not a good sign. I then called Y/N no answer. My hunch was right I could feel it. They were in danger. 

I looked at Mya 

“We are going to New York now” I said 

“No I mean I don’t even completely know If i trust you” Mya said 

“I know i have lied and been someone else but please we don’t have a choice I can help you live a better life get you into  witness protection program. I know Jamal talks to you and I can back you up but you have to trust me” I said 

“This is your shot at a new life a new beginning start over and life live you for you no one else” I said 

“Okay Let’s go” Mya said 

We drove to NYC. I speed the whole way there praying it was too late. This was my fault

 I had to be selfish and see her and now she’s in danger because of me. I pray I can save her and Maggie. 

while on the way there i got a call from Jubal 

“OA we got a problem I talked to Maggie they said they got a tail on them and were thinking it’s got to do with your undercover work” He said 

“It is please get help to them i’m on my way to NYC” I said 

“I’ll try and contact them I’ll keep updated” Jubal said  hanging up the phone 

“Call your brother tell him  to back off” I said 

“I’ll try” Mya said 

She called him and he answered thank god 

“Jamal this is Khalid my real name is Omar I need you to back off please this is between me and you” I said pleading 

“Can’t man you screwed me over what ever happens is on you” He said

“ I see them now right in front of me” he said laughing 

When he said that there was a huge crash and the phone hung up. 

We didn’t know what happened or what was going on. That was the hard part. 

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Twisted 27 - When The War Comes [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, guns, knives, sharp objects, stabbing, hallucinations. 

Word Count: 7500

Summary: Who will you become?

You had to control your anger. You had to control the fire in your veins until you were sure that your niece was safe, that your family was safe, then—

Then you would handle this situation. Until then, it had to wait.

All the training your father had given you was basically screaming at you to attack the threat, but you managed to keep yourself from doing so while you followed him through the woods, paying close attention to your surroundings.

The cabin. This was the way to your father’s cabin in the woods.

You had counted ten armed men on the way here but you had to assume there were more scattered along the woods. You stepped over a tree root before you looked up at the night sky and quickly found the stars that would help you. Thankfully it was a clear night, and your father had taught you long before how to read the sky for direction, in case you needed to-

Hunt.

A shudder went down your spine but you quickly shook your head, you had no time for that fear lurking in your head.

Fear could wait until you made sure you and everyone back home survived.

Considering how your family had no boundaries when it came to you, you were one hundred percent sure that by the time tonight was over, they would arrive at your apartment to see where you were.

“So what is your game here?” you moved your wrists that he had bound the moment you two had reached the end of the road and got off the car to walk into the woods, “You take me there and what? You’ll kill me?”

He looked over his shoulder, “How can you ask me that?” he said and you raised your brows.

“How can I not ask you that?”

At least you could leave a note. Lincoln was just that stupid.

“They’ll come looking for me,” you told him as he rolled his eyes, still pointing the gun at you.

“Who, your boyfriend?”

“He works in the FBI, you fu—“ you had to remember to stop yourself. He had access to Lily, so you knew you had to play it along, even if you barely felt anything other than anger. “Yeah. My boyfriend.”

“You broke up with him once, you can do it again,” he said and pointed at the pen and paper on the kitchen island, “Just write you need some time or whatever, he can see it when he gets here. Less suspicions.”

You grabbed the pen and paper, then clenched your teeth, your mind working nonstop.

“I’m waiting, Y/N.”

You stole a look at him, then leaned in to write on the paper;

Hamlet,

I need some time alone.

Ophelia.

Ophelia died in a lake, and you hoped that Spencer could make the connection between that and the time you had told him about Lincoln pushing you into the lake by the cabin.

He took a look at the note, then made a face.

“You call him Hamlet?” he said, shaking his head, “I never really liked that play. Let’s go.”

“Do you seriously think I would harm you, in any way?” he asked when you got to the stone stairs leading to the cabin, “I will explain everything once we sit down.”

“Will you untie me?”

“I’m not an idiot,” he answered as you climbed the stairs after him, his grip on your arm almost too tight and you gritted your teeth to stop yourself from coming up with a comeback. You looked up at the cabin, the memory of the last time you were there hitting you out of nowhere and churning your stomach, but you managed not to throw up as he slightly pushed you through the open door.

Don’t be scared, you commanded yourself in your head Fear is useless.

That was one of the things your father had taught you during those predator and prey games. Prey always got scared, which led them to panic, which led them to making mistakes that would cost them their lives.

You were a predator. You had always been a predator, since you were a child, and there was no fucking way Lincoln of all people could turn you into a prey.

He pulled a chair, then motioned at you to sit down.

“Remember, if you try anything…” he said, “If I don’t send the code to my friend—“

“Yeah, you’ll hurt my niece,” you spat, “Some man, aren’t you? Threatening a kid.”

He untied your hands, then pulled them behind the chair and started tying them again, and you raised your brows slightly.

Rather than wrapping the rope around your wrists separately then pulling them together, he was just tying them together, which was a terrible rookie mistake your father would never have done. Escaping from those, especially with a rope was almost easy with enough knowledge, and you slightly widened the gap between your wrists by pressing your thumbs together, not wide enough to make him suspicious but wide enough to give you enough space to move your wrists when you wanted to get rid of the ropes.

Almost everything was automatic at this point, you were following everything your father had made sure to engrave into your mind.

“There, that’s better,” he said and let out a breath, a small smile pulling at his lips, “Hi.”

You tilted your head, looking at him silently.

“That was a bluff by the way. I would never hurt anyone you love, I thought you knew that by now.”

That seemed to distract you from the fury, “What?”

“Everyone that I killed,” he pulled a seat for himself so that he could sit across from you and leaned in slightly, elbows on his knees, “Everyone, that was for you. I did it for you. Don’t you see that? From that childhood friend to your douchebag ex?”

Oh God you were going to be sick.

Spencer was right. You were sitting with the copycat killer back there, at the charity auction.

“I can’t believe you don’t remember,” he ran a hand through his hair, “You told me what was happening, when we were kids. You told me a week before that night in the graveyard, that’s how your father let me come with you both. My parents had drunk too much at your parents’ party— you don’t remember any of that? I was the one who you shared that sacred secret with, no one else, not even your family. It was me.”

“Sacred?” you repeated, “My father was a monster, Lincoln.”

“Don’t say that,” he shook his head, the glare in his eyes sharpening, “Never say that. He…he is way ahead of all of us, if he didn’t get caught he’d be an even bigger legend than he already is. He brought us together.”

“You brought me here by threatening me and you tied me to a chair. My father is a terrible person, but this right here is your choice you fucking asshole.”

“Because I need you to understand,” he nodded to himself, “You will understand.”

“I will understand what?”

“That I did this for us!” he snapped and he swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath, “That I love you.”

A hysterical laugh escaped from your lips and you gawked at him.

“You love me,” you repeated, “You— you have been terrorizing me for months, you killed people, you fucking destroyed my life because you love me?”

“I’ll set you free,” he said, “Free of all these bounds everyone else put you into. I’ve seen your potential back when we were still kids, then after your father was arrested they turned you into something else, some shadow of what you’re capable of. Then I came back and you…” he ran a hand over his face, “You decided to get into an agent’s bed.”

“Don’t even—“

“He would try to change you,” he cut you off, sniffling, “He would, Petal. He would smother you with these stupid ethical rules and all that bullshit, but I’ll— we’ll be free together.”

If your last encounter with your father had taught you anything, it was that delusional killers didn’t exactly react well to a reality check. You moved your hands under the ropes, pulling at them just a little.

You would just have to play along until you were free, then you could be out of there.

The more you know about your prey, your father’s voice echoed in your ears, The easier it will be to take them down.

“How about your girlfriend?”

His head shot up and he shrugged,

“I mean,” he trailed off, “She thinks she’s my girlfriend.”

You gritted your teeth. “Erica,” you said, “Right. My girlfriend doesn’t have the same financial status as we do, huh? My fucking assistant, Lincoln? What did you offer her?”

“Offer her?” he asked, “I didn’t have to offer her anything. Who did you think your father’s outside source was?”

You pulled back slightly and he scoffed a laugh.

“I know,” he said, “She wants to kill you, not that I would ever let her, but she can believe that for the time being. I know you feel betrayed honey—“

“Don’t call me that.”

“But we only need her until a point, after she makes a phone call to get your family off our backs, she will be my gift to you.”

You dug your fingernails into your palms to remind yourself to focus, “Your gift?”

“There’s nothing like killing someone you know,” he dragged the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, “It’s not like strangers, not at all. That shit’s special, Petal. You’ll see when the time comes.”

Before you could even think of an answer, you heard the footsteps coming closer and the door opened, making you turn your head to see Erica who almost looked intimidated for a moment upon seeing you, but she managed to pull herself together.

“You might want to check out the west team,” she told Lincoln and he paused.

“Can I trust you with this?”

Erica frowned, “You can trust me with anything, you know that,” she said softly and you closed your eyes for a moment, pulling at the ropes tight enough to hurt before you felt it get loose just a little. The rough material of the ropes almost burnt your skin the more you kept moving your hands, but you gritted your teeth, trying to ignore it.

You heard the door close and the lock sliding into its place as you opened your eyes, and saw Erica putting the key into her pocket.

“I like your dress,” she said as she sat down, “Too bad it’ll get bloody.”

“You were my father’s outside source?” you asked, trying to ignore her comment, “You?”

She gave you a bright smile, and rested her arm on the back of the chair, making herself comfortable.

“That’s right.”

“Whatever he’s paying you—“

“He’s not paying me,” she spat as if she was insulted at the implication, “You ungrateful little bitch. I’m doing this because I want to, because I respect him. I believe in what he stands for, not like you would understand.”

“Jesus, you’re one of those freaks,” you muttered to yourself, tugging at the ropes around your wrists, “Serial killer groupie huh?”

“I’m not a groupie,” she spat,  “I respect your father, not just any serial killer. It’s him. No one in your family deserves him, much less you, and—“ she shook her head, “The way you disrespect him and his name…”

“Disrespect him?” you let out a laugh, “Oh that’s rich.”

“He was right, you know?” she said, “Only the smart and strong is supposed to survive in this world, not weak. And he tried to raise you to follow in his footsteps, but you were too weak to do so. He just doesn’t see that.”

You clicked your tongue, “But you see that?”

“If he were my father,” she leaned in, gritting her teeth, “It doesn’t matter. By the time this is over, after I get rid of you and prove myself, he will see me as a daughter. Not you. You’re not strong enough to survive in our world. Lincoln agrees—“

“Lincoln is using you,” you cut her off, “He’s going to get rid of you as soon as he’s done. Let me guess, he told you you could kill me?”

“We’ll make you regret disrespecting father’s name first, then I will kill you, yes.”

“Yeah that’s not gonna happen,” you said, “Face it, you fucking idiot. He’s using you, just like my father is using—“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence when she lunged from her seat and slapped you across the face, her ring splitting your lip. You made a face, and spat out the blood filling your mouth, trying to ignore the sting on your tongue upon biting it.

“You know what?” she asked, “Lincoln always said no for some reason, but if you keep going like that, I can make you hurt really bad.”

“Aw sweetheart, you don’t have enough training for that,” you cooed, “What, you did some google search, looked up my father’s methods and now you think you can torture people? You think that’s how it goes?”

“I didn’t say it’d be physical,” she curled her lips, “You wouldn’t want your family to get hurt, do you?”

Your eyes snapped up to hers, that fire awakening at the pit of your stomach. She tilted her head, obviously pleased with your reaction.

“I suggested Lily instead of your ex….Anthony, was it? I said we should kill her and put her in the middle of your living room back then, but Linc said no. He said it’d hurt your father too.”

A numbness spread over your forehead, then went to the back of your head, reaching your spine as you blinked a couple of times.

“You were going to kill my niece?” you heard yourself ask and Erica crossed her legs.

“I bet that would’ve made you think twice before you disrespected John.”

You could almost feel it. Feel the fury taking over, that anger your father had always insisted you possessed roaring through you until it reached your heart, wrapping itself around it tighter and tighter.

Let the predator come out Petal, your father used to say Let it come out.

You rolled your shoulder back and cracked your neck with your eyes closed, an exact copy of your father as you twisted your hands under the ropes before you opened your eyes again to look at Erica.

“You don’t deserve him,” she insisted, “You all—you all just locked him away and forgot about him until Linc came back, until we started this. He will see soon that blood means nothing, me and Linc are going to be his legacy, not you.”

You tugged a little harder around the knot, then turned your wrist and managed to pull it out of the tight rope even if it scratched the skin over your wrists, making the burn spread over your arm.

“He taught you some stuff, big fucking deal,” she said, “I learned by myself. Without anyone to help me. Without someone else holding my hand.”

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the throbbing as you slowly pulled your other hand out of the knotted rope.

“Yeah you missed a rule though,” you asked, dragging the tip of your tongue over the dried blood on your lip, “You’re not supposed to make them bleed unless you can kill them.”

Erica pulled her brows together, then a shriek escaped from her lips as soon as you let the rope fall, raising your hands in a mocking manner so that she could see.

“You chose the wrong victim, baby,” you said and she kicked the chair at you, then darted for upstairs, screaming while you just raised your brows, rolling your eyes.

Panic always led to mistakes like these, like rushing to somewhere one couldn’t escape from.

Upstairs was always a bad idea.

You made your way to the kitchen and pulled open the second drawer where your mother used to keep the knives, then grabbed a huge knife before you flipped it in your hand.

“Erica,” you called out, “Get back here, you’re fucking fired!”

She slammed a door upstairs and you scoffed a laugh, adrenaline pulsing through you as you dragged the tip of the knife over the walls, climbing the stairs.

“You know, if you give me the key I might make it quick,” you flipped the knife again, playing with it before you ran it over the steel staircase finial, letting her hear the sharp noise, “No promises though.”

Silence.

“I know you’re in here,” you sang, looking into the dark. Your father had taught you this long ago, if you couldn’t see, you had to make sure how to listen in the dark to find the location of whoever you wanted to hunt.

You took a deep breath and held it, not even moving a muscle and sure enough, a very faint creak reached your ears and you turned your head.

Second door to the left.

It used to be Mina’s room.

You let out a whistle echoing in the otherwise silent hall, disappearing into the dark before you stood in front of the door and ran the tip of the knife over the wood, almost relishing the slight whimper coming from the other side of the room.

“You were going to go after my family?” your voice rose as you kicked at the door, and Erica let out another scream.

“Lincoln!”

“Oh come on, where’s that strong survivor you’ve been telling me so much about?” you taunted, kicking at the door again but it didn’t open. “Hm? I thought you were going to prove yourself?”

“I-I swallowed the key, I can’t give it to you!”

“Ah well, I guess I’ll have to cut you open!” you shouted and kicked at the door once again and at last, the lock broke with a click and the door swung open, hitting the wall. Erica grabbed the chair closest to her, holding it up.

“Don’t!”

You flipped the knife in your hand, the grinned and took a step to her, so focused on adrenaline pulsing through your system that you didn’t even notice her eyes focusing on something over your shoulder until it was too late. Before you could even turn around, someone pulled you back, expertly avoiding the knife by bending your arm back and pressed a cloth over your mouth and nose, that sharp scent making you gag.

Chloroform.

Lincoln.

A tingling reached your head and that fuzzy warmth reached the back of your head, then closed your eyes shut.

                                                ***

You had no idea how long it took you out, but when you opened your eyes, it was still night. You grabbed at the side of your head and sat up in the bed, the whole room spinning around you.

Your childhood bedroom. You were in your childhood bedroom in the cabin.

“Hey,” Lincoln’s voice reached you and you turned your head to see him leaning on the doorframe.

Shit.

That was a mistake. Of course that was a mistake, and you couldn’t even believe yourself just how stupid you had been to act so careless.

“Easy, chloroform messes you up,” Lincoln said, “I’d stay in the bed for a while if I were you. You can’t attack anyone like this, you know?”

You weren’t supposed to follow your dad’s example in a situation like this. There was a reason why he was locked away, a reason why people had caught up with what he was doing, he was way too impulsive, way too destructive in terms of physical means. You had been so focused on protecting your family and going after the nearest threat that you had forgotten who you were.

You weren’t just your father’s daughter, you were also your mother’s.

And this right here? It wasn’t your father’s expertise yet, his time would come when you would have to fight your way out.

It was your mother’s.

Manipulation.

It was time to channel her, not your father.

“What happened?” you asked and Lincoln heaved a sigh, then pushed himself off the doorframe.

“You went after Erica,” he said, “She’s pretty shaken, but I told you Petal. You need to be patient, we just need her up to a point. After that, she’s all yours.”

You narrowed your eyes and slowly swung your legs over the edge of the bed, running a hand through your hair.

“And how much longer will I be subjected to this humiliation of yours? Can you give me an exact time or should I just wait here?”

He stared at you for a moment, trying to understand what you meant and you just arched a brow, a look of completely nonchalant sneer flashing over your face, the exact same expression you had seen on your mother countless times.

“I’ll take this silence as a no.”

“Humiliation?” he repeated, “When- how did I humiliate you?”

“How did you humiliate me?” you scoffed a laugh, “Are you serious right now?”

Jesus, your head was absolutely killing you but you had to focus.

“I’d never humiliate you, I love you.”

“Yeah yeah,” you waved a dismissive hand in the air, “You love me, we’re supposed to be together. I guess I’ll have to take your word for it while ignoring your actions, is that it?”

“My actions? Y/N—“

“So you bring me in here,” you cut him off, glaring at him, “You give me this whole speech about how you’d do anything for me, how we’re—we’re meant to be, and then you leave me in the same room with your ex so that she can boast about you? How you two are in love, how you two are together?”

“I told you, we just need her until—“

“That’s your love?” you interrupted him again and pushed yourself to stand up, crossing your arms while looking him dead in the eye, “Is that the proof of your love? Rubbing your girlfriend on my face? All the while she talks about how you two are going to be my father’s legacy together, like I don’t exist?”

“She just thinks that, I made her think that so that we can use her—“

“And then,” you said through your teeth, “You stop me and knock me out while I’m going after her to get rid of her?” you clapped your hands slowly, “Yeah. Proclamation of love right there Linc, congratulations.”

He licked his lips, obviously taking aback. “Y/N, we need her for now.”

“Mm hm, exactly,” you shot him a sweet smile “Looks like you need her a lot.”

“Not like that,” he shook his head, “Not what you think, I swear. She’s nothing.”

“No, I think she’s not nothing,” you clicked your tongue, “I think you formed some sort of attachment to your prey—“

“I didn’t!”

“Because you grew soft for her, and now you’re confused whether you want me more or her.”

He strode to you in three steps and pulled you closer, tilting your head up, and you had to command yourself not to make a face.

“I want you,” he said, “I always have, you know that.”

“Bullshit.”

He groaned, “Y/N-“

“No, it’s fucking bullshit.” You pushed his hands away, and searched your mind for the final nail on the coffin.

“Did you sleep with her?”

The expression on Lincoln’s face shifted and he averted his eyes.

Bingo.

“Did you? While you were in love with me, while you knew that we were meant to be, did you or did you not sleep with her?”

“You slept with that agent,” he shot back and you shook your head.

“I didn’t know you would do anything for me,” you insisted, “I had no idea—you said you had a girlfriend, I barely remember anything from my childhood let alone sharing so much with you and you didn’t tell me. But you knew,” you dug your finger into his chest, “You knew everything and you kept it hidden from me, so answer me this, did you sleep with her? While you knew you were in love with me?”

He swallowed thickly and opened his mouth, then closed it again, and you took a step back, trying to look heartbroken.

“Wow.”

“Y/N.”

“Wow. You actually did.”

“Listen to me, she doesn’t mean anything, I swear to you. It was just to manipulate—“

“Get out of my room.”

He frowned, “What?”

“Get the fuck out of my room and leave me alone until you’re ready to show me you actually love me.”

“You don’t mean that,” he started and took a step towards you, but you grabbed the nearest object which turned out to be one of your old dusty plushies and threw it to him.

“Get out!” you yelled and he took a step back, raising his hands.

“I’ll… I’ll come back when you’re calmer,” he said and closed the door behind him, and you lost your balance, falling on your knees.

People were just so easy to manipulate, thanks to your mother.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “Thanks mom, time for dad’s turn.”

Weapons.

You reached under your bed to take a look at the secret compartment that your dad used to make you put your knives, but it was of course empty. Lincoln was stupid when it came to you, but he wasn’t a complete idiot, apparently. You pushed yourself off your knees and stood up, then closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, trying to clear your mind.

Your father had taught you this long before, in every room, there was something you could use as a weapon or turn into one.

You took a deep breath, exhaled it and opened your eyes.

It would have to be something precise, Lincoln had a point, you were in no shape to get into an actual fight with him. So you would need something sharp, and something that you could hide in either your sleeve or somewhere easily reachable. Something that Lincoln wouldn’t see until the next time.

You could tear down the bed to get to the bed springs, but it would take a long time and there was the danger of him walking in on you.

There was a chair and your post-its, some tape, small notebooks by the corner, hair ties and a music box on the desk in front of the window—

The music box.

The music box had a mirror.

“There you are,” you muttered to yourself as you took the music box, then grabbed the tape and your hair ties. You checked the door, then sat down, covered the mirror with the long skirt of your dress, then pushed on it with your elbow until you heard the small noise of the mirror breaking. You pulled back and uncovered it, then grabbed the longest shard, ripped out a couple of pages from your notebook and started taping it around the shard before you wrapped your hair ties around it so as not to let it slip or hurt your hand.

By the time you heard Lincoln’s footsteps coming upstairs, you had spent almost an hour preparing your weapon. You looked up, then closed the music box and put it back before tucking your newly made weapon under the lacy sleeve of your dress, and got on the bed, leaned your back to the bedframe and crossed your arms.

“Petal?” Lincoln called out and you gritted your teeth and turned your head when he peeked his head in.

“Hey, do you want to join me for some food downstairs?”

You narrowed your eyes, “Depends. Will your girlfriend be joining us?”

“I knocked her out and put her in your dad’s basement,” Lincoln said, “She will stay there until you feel like getting rid of her, and I won’t stand in your way this time. Okay?”

He offered you his hand and you eyed it, then pushed it away and managed to stand up on your own.

“Still dizzy?”

“A little,” you confessed, “Still angry too.”

Lincoln chuckled and heaved a sigh, “We need to talk about this jealousy of yours babe.”

You managed to control your expression and ignored him as you went downstairs. The rug was pulled to the side so that you could see the hidden door to the basement, but it was closed. You looked at the table in the middle of the living room that was covered in food, and there was a vase of jasmine flowers between the lit candles. You were still sure that you couldn’t engage in an actual fight until the chloroform was completely out of your system, but you didn’t have to worry about it since Lincoln seemed not to put any knives on the table. Your dad’s old vinyl was playing by the corner, the soothing melody creating a complete contrast with what was happening.

“A dance before dinner?” he asked you, “Come on. That dress needs to be used in a dance, don’t you think?”

You thought for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders and took his hand, then wrapped your arms around his neck as he pressed his hands to the small of your back, pulling you closer before you started swaying with the melody.

You just needed an exact time for him to lower his defenses completely, because you only had one shot at this.

Stab the prey, twist the knife, pull it back and watch them bleed.

“You have no idea how much I waited for this,” he said, “When I was in Italy, I would….dream of this at night.”

You didn’t answer, you just made sure to keep your wrist at an angle so that the mirror shard wouldn’t slip.

“And when I came back and saw you for the first time in that red gown…” he murmured, “I thought I would drop dead. You were even more beautiful than I pictured.”

“Why didn’t you tell me back then?” you asked absentmindedly and he shrugged.

“I didn’t know how you would react.”

“And all those people who died?”

“Some of them were diversion,” he said, “Some of them were chosen. I promised myself no one could make you sad, ever. I would’ve killed that agent too if he was the one to break up with you, but then you said it was your choice, and… I don’t know. I thought it’d raise suspicions.”

Spencer.

He had considered killing Spencer.

Goosebumps rose on your skin but you reminded yourself to stay calm and focus, you had already slipped once because of your anger, you wouldn’t get a second chance.

“What about Anthony?” you asked, “You killed him… was it to frame me?”

“God no,” he said, shaking his head, “Of course not. Erica thought it was revenge for how you were treating John, but I wanted to make you remember how it felt to be in the scene of your father’s doing, how….how powerful it made you feel. I thought that would make you see how everyone around you was trying to make you into something you’re not. Deep down, Y/N, you’re just like me. That’s why we will be legends.”

A bitter taste appeared at the back of your throat and you swallowed thickly.

“And my father?”

“He knew we were supposed to be together,” he said, “He knew you would need a…companion in this. Us, free together. That’s why your father failed, because he couldn’t share who he was with your mother. It won’t happen with us, ever.”

Stab the prey, twist the knife, pull it back and watch them bleed.

You moved your wrist so that the shard could slip low enough for you to hold it and Lincoln leaned in slightly, his eyes closing.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips and you smiled.

“Oh Lincoln,” you murmured, your heart beating in your ears, “You should’ve known better.”

With that, you drove the shard right into his stomach, making him gasp and open his eyes. Betrayal was written all over his face, it was very clear he hadn’t expected it as you twisted the shard, making him lose his breath before you pulled it back, blood splashing over your face and your dress. You shoved him, making him lose his balance and fall down, taking the coffee table with him, causing some noise and as if on cue, Erica started screaming his name from the basement.

“Erica, shut up before I come down there and break your fucking neck!” you called out and the screaming stopped.

“Thank you,” you said and turned to grin at Lincoln who was breathing hard, his face pale.

“Y/N—“

“Oh don’t worry, you won’t die right away,” you said, “Dad taught me that one, ages ago. I stabbed you in the stomach, and it’s a pretty thin shard, so it’s not the blood loss that will kill you. It’ll be the toxic shock, because right now everything in your stomach including acid is contaminating your system. Should be fun, huh?”

“Why did you—“ he coughed, and you snapped your fingers.

“Hold that thought, I gotta get something from the kitchen,” you said and walked to the kitchen to open the drawers, then grabbed some knives and scissors before you want back to the living room, “Yeah, you were saying?”

“We’re meant to be,” he managed to say, trying to breathe and you hopped on the table before you cut the floor length skirt, ripping it out.

If you were going to run through the woods, you needed to be in something you could easily move and fight in.

“Nah we’re not,” you said, “You’re delusional, that’s it.”

“Petal—“

“See, I could’ve gone easy on you,” you said, wrapping the cloth around your injured wrist, “Really. I could’ve just escaped and handed you to the FBI and be done with it, but no. You two had to bring my family and Spencer into this so now,” you tut-tutted, “Now you get to suffer.”

“He doesn’t understand you,” he said, pressing on the wound and leaning his head back to the wall, “He never will, not like I do. We’re meant to get rid of every weak person in the world, everyone who deserves to die.”

You let out a laugh, now wrapping the cloth around your knuckles, “Uh huh.”

“You’re meant to be the legacy.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just meant to be a wedding planner,” you pointed at him with the knife and walked to him to grab the key from his pocket, then you pulled his boots off his feet, took off your heels and started getting into his boots.

“Petal, we’re supposed to be together.”

“Because my insane sadistic father said so?”

“Because I know you.”

You looked up from the boots you were tying as tight as possible, “Hm? You know me?”

“I do.”

You put two of the knives in each boot and jumped down to rock on the balls of your feet, trying to see if you could move well.

“That’s your first mistake buddy,” you said, now wrapping the rope over your boots, “See if you knew me, you wouldn’t be so careless, would you? You took me here and what? You didn’t think I’d kill my way out? You didn’t think I’d turn you and your serial killer groupie partner into my prey?” You pulled at the rope, “Honestly, you two fucked with the wrong legacy.”

“I don’t—“

“My father raised me to be unstoppable,” you said, “And apparently you know that. So you should’ve considered that it’d take more than two copycats to take me down, and—“ a manic laughter escaped from your lips, “Did you seriously think you could beat me at my own fucking game?”

He coughed, making a face and closed his eyes.

“You have hours until you die, but if I make it out on time, maybe I’ll send some medics here. Maybe. Depends on if I feel merciful, who knows?” you grinned, “Your survival depends on my mood, isn’t that ironic?”

“There are ten men between here and your weekend house, you’d never make it out.”

“I’m not going north,” you said and Lincoln frowned.

“South? That’s just woods.”

“No, it’s a longer way than north, but there’s a road at the end. Dad once made me find my way through the woods.”

“You can’t leave me behind,” he coughed again, “We’re meant to be together. We’re meant to work together and kill together, that’s our love story.”

You pursed your lips, then grabbed a jasmine from the vase and walked towards him.

“Even if I wanted to follow in that monster’s footsteps,” you said, looking down at him, “Even if I wanted a companion, it wouldn’t be you. You’re fucking dead weight, Linc. You don’t have what it takes.”

With that, you let the flower drop on him, unlocked the door and stepped outside, the chill air filling your lungs. After looking around to see whether it was safe, you went to the back of the house, and looked up at the stars, calculating which way to go.

Then, you tied your hair up and started running.

                                             ***

As it turned out, Lincoln had fewer men on the south of the woods, but there were still people. You had gotten rid of two of them and tied them up with the rope you had taken with you, but it would take one mistake for them to drag you back to the cabin, so you couldn’t take any risks.

You heard the faint noise of a radio and looked over your shoulder, then climbed up to the nearest tree, keeping as silent as possible. The light of a flashlight soon lit up under you and a man came into your view.

“South number five is clear,” he said into the radio and as soon as he put it into his pocket, you jumped down silently, standing behind him for a moment before you smacked his head into the tree, making him pass out. You unwrapped a part of the rope and tied his hands and feet before you stuck the cloth around your arm into his mouth so that when he woke up he wouldn’t be able to ask for help. You let out a breath and walked deeper into the woods, but as soon as you jumped over a tree root, someone grabbed you by the hair and slammed you head first into the tree. A ringing echoed in your ears, getting louder and louder but you managed to pull the knife from your boot and drive it into his leg, making him grunt and you used your whole body weight to turn around with his arm around you, popping it out of its socket and he dropped you with a yelp, kicking you in the ribs and a fire spread from your ribs into your whole body, making you stop the scream at the last minute.

“You fucking bitch-“ he said but as soon as he grabbed you again, you managed to push yourself up and grab the rest of the rope you had left. You kicked him back and jumped on his back, wrapping the rope around his neck as he tried to get you off.

“I’m not killing you you fucking idiot!” you grit out as he slammed back into the tree to get you off, “I’m making you pass out, that’s all!”

Soon enough, he dropped to his knees and fell to the ground while you tried to catch your breath, but everything hurt. You wiped at the blood that was seeping from the cut on your forehead, drenching your face and your dress but managed to tie him up and get away from him.

It didn’t take you long though. It felt like the whole forest was spinning around you and you felt someone pulling the ground from under your feet before you fell back, your eyes closing.

You had no idea how long you stayed there unconscious but the unmistakable sound of a shot being fired made you open your eyes with a gasp as you winced at the pain pulsing through your whole body.

“It doesn’t sound so good.”

You slowly turned your head to see your father sitting by the tree, his arms crossed and you let out a groan.

“Is this hell?” you asked, “I just died and it’s hell, right? There’s no way I’m hallucinating about you.”

“You didn’t die yet,” your father said as he looked at the way the shot was fired. “I assume you didn’t search for Lincoln’s gun before you walked out of the cabin?”

“Lincoln can’t move,” you said and your father tut-tutted.

“Erica could move just fine the last you saw her though.”

“Shit.” You closed your eyes for a moment and your father heaved a sigh.

“So what do we have here?” he said, “Head injury, concussion, loss of blood, and that guy over there just broke a rib or two, right?”

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, you wouldn’t stand a chance against someone coming at you with a gun when you’re like this.”

You swallowed thickly, your eyes burning.

“I can’t move,” you managed to say through your teeth, “It hurts.”

“Does it hurt enough to kill you? Because that’s what will happen if she and her men find you here.”

You tried to blink back the tears, “What if it’s supposed to end this way?”

“Supposed to end this way?” your father stood up and glared down at you, “Petal, I didn’t spend years to train you just so that you could die in a forest in the middle of nowhere. Get up.”

“Dad, I tried to survive, okay?” you said, “I tried—”

“Well, that’s not enough right now, is it though?” he asked and snapped his fingers, “You’re a survivor, your mother and I made sure of that. Stop acting like a prey, get up.”

“Dad-“

“Get up!” his voice shot through your head and you opened your eyes again, coughing, that ringing in your ears due to the pain blocking out everything but the gunshot that sounded much closer than before. You dug your fingernails into your palms and pulled yourself up by grabbing at the nearest tree, then wiped the blood off your face again.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, “Okay, Stop acting like a prey. Which way to go?”

You looked up at the night sky and found the star you were looking for before you started making your way through the forest, even if it felt like you could pass out any second. You had no idea how long you had been walking when all of a sudden the brightness of flashlight entered your vision, making you hold your breath and grab the handle of your knife tighter, thinking that it was Lincoln and Erica’s men.

It was only when you saw a very familiar face wearing an FBI vest that you let out the breath you were holding, the knife slipping from your grip.

“Spencer?” you rasped out and he just stared at you before he started running to you.

“You’re alive,” he managed to say before he pulled you into a tight hug, making you wince in pain. He pulled back immediately, his hands cradling your head.

“Are you—“

He didn’t get to finish that sentence. It happened in less than a second, but the sound of a gunshot that rang through the forest echoed in your ears before blood splattered over his face, making you stumble as if someone pushed you from behind.

“Why is there blood?” you managed to ask before a fire spread through your chest, taking your breath away and Spencer’s eyes widened as he lowered them to the gunshot wound bleeding on your chest. Everyone ran past you, yelling something into the radio and shooting their guns at someone behind you while the fire made its way through your whole system, the ringing in your ears getting worse.

The last thing you remembered was Spencer catching you before you hit the ground but whatever he was saying to you got drowned out in the loud noise of the helicopter flying above you. The lights of it got brighter and brighter before a warmth pulled you out of the pain and surrounded you.

Then everything went black.

Chapter 28

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