#sorry it took me so long to get back to this - work slaughtered me tonight :

[lovingperfectionsblog]

Tout

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: Pierre needs help writing a love letter.

Warnings: Language, little bit of drinking mention.

Word Count: 2402

Authors note: I am so sorry this took so long, there has been so much going on my side. I hope it is okay and I can’t wait to hear what you all think 

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“Open up!” Charles knew Pierre was hiding behind the hotel door, but he wasn’t letting his friend miss out on another night of drinks with the other drivers, “Come and get drinks with us mate!”

His knocking was incessant.

“I am busy Charles!” Pierre looked as frustrated as he sounded, pulling the door open so quickly that Charles was momentarily concerned it may come off its hinges, “no drinks tonight, not until I’m done.” Offering no further explanation as he retreated back into his room, closing the door behind him as he left.

Charles braced his hand against the closing door and followed Pierre in, gearing up to argue with him about having to take a break from work and try and convince his friend that this is what they all needed after the abysmal season so far, but instead he was stopped mid thought when he saw Pierre’s bed, littered with crumpled up papers, notepad abandoned amongst them and a very distressed looking Pierre sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Mate, what’s going on?” it was only when Pierre briefly looked up to his friend that he noticed the very small sliver on a tear beginning to brim, “Shit, are you okay?” Charles stood awkwardly, unsure of what was happening, but sure that if it was enough to make Pierre cry it was bound to be awful.

“She’s going to leave me” Pierre hated saying it, but he knew this was exactly where it was headed.

“What do you mean she’s going to leave you?” you could absolutely not, by any means, leave Pierre. Charles knew how in love Pierre was with you, he was absolutely smitten, spoke about you like you were there goddess of love herself and he would be devasted if he lost you.

“We got into this massive fight before I left for the race and she basically just said she feels like I don’t actually love her because I never open up to her and she feels like she’s just there as some sort of entertainment for me,” Pierre paused, the entire fight replaying in his mind, “I made the woman I love with every ounce of my being, question if I actually did because I am so emotionally stunted I cannot open up and be vulnerable, God I am a dogshit boyfriend” Pierre felt sick at the thought of viewing you as nothing other than a little play thing for himself when in reality he would willing give up his soul in order to keep you if that’s what it took, “So I’m trying to write her a letter, to like, try and explain to her what she means to me, but I just, I’m not even sure the words have been invented yet for what I feel for her and I just, I’m clearly a fucking idiot”, Pierre was suddenly angry, now pacing up and down in front of Charles as he continued venting about his incapability to be a decent boyfriend, “why the fuck can I not just write a letter to the woman I plan on marrying telling her that I love her more than life itself?”

The look he was given Charles made him confused if it was a question he was actually meant to answer or if it was rhetorical.

“Okay, wait, why don’t you just tell her what you’ve literally been telling all of us since the moment you met her?” this was a no brainer to Charles, this is an issue that could be sorted out within 30 minutes, and they would be back down in the bar with their mates in no time.

“Because I look at her and my brain doesn’t work and I thought it was all going fine and she like, knew how I felt, you know?” Clearly Pierre was wrong about you knowing anything about how he felt about you.

“Well, how is she meant to know how you feel if you don’t tell her?” considering how Pierre looked like he was about to slaughter Charles, that was probably definitely the wrong thing to say, “Okay, so, letter, yes, writing a letter, how far have you gotten?”

Pierre wordlessly handed Charles the note pad and he began to read over what was already written.

“You think it’s awful” Pierre had been watching Charles read the poem, face grimacing every other line at the poorly worded letter.

“No, no, it’s good”.

It wasn’t.

“You hate it, which means she is going to hate it” Pierre was beginning to resign himself to a single man. He didn’t deserve someone like you if he couldn’t even be vulnerable and open with you about how he felt.

“I don’t hate it”

He hated it.

“You’re making a face!”

“What face?”

“That fucking face!” Pierre mimicked Charles face as he was reading the letter.

Charles was definitely making that face.

“I just think maybe we relook at parts of it?” Charles was already suggesting, coming up with significantly more eloquent ways of wording all of it.

“Yeah? What parts?” Pierre sounded hopeful for a moment, maybe he hadn’t completely ruined it all with you just yet.

“Like, maybe, like, all, all of it” Charles tried, he really tried but God, they were going to have to scrap this entire thing, start right from the beginning again, “I’m just going to call the boys, let them know what the plans are okay”

“I mean, don’t tell them all of it, just tell them we aren’t going to make it to drinks” Pierre was eternally thankful for the help his friend was offering him.

Charles was definitely telling them all of it.

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“This is what you were planning on giving her?” George was shocked, out of all of them, he definitely assumed Pierre was one who was able to be a little bit more poetic when it came to the woman he loves, but this was, this was not good at all.

“Listen, how honest do you want us to be?” Lando didn’t know how kind he was expected to be here, but my god, this was awful.

“Charles already made it clear that it wasn’t good, thanks mate” Pierre let out a groan, falling backwards on the bed as the other five drivers all stood scattered around the room.

“I mean, we can call it what it is, dogshit” Max only just dodged the punch to his arm that was sent by Charles in defence of his friend.

“And Y/n said she is going to leave you?” Carlos was trying to fully understand the entire situation, still unsure of what was going on.

“She didn’t say she was going to leave him” Charles tried to summarize what Pierre had explained to him over and over again as they waited for the others to join them upstairs.

“It was just heavily implied that she might not be at home when I got there” every single one of the boys’ eyes shifted to Pierre, the fear evident in his voice.

“You have to rewrite this” a seriousness overtook George, suddenly determined to make sure that Pierre did not mess this up.

“Yes, that’s pretty fucking evident George, but as we have established, I am pretty, what, horseshit-”

“Dogshit” Max immediately interrupted Pierre.

“Dogshit at it” Pierre nodded at Max, sarcastically thanking him for his correction.

“That’s why we are here to help” Charles was trying to boost morale over the entire situation.

“Who wouldn’t want a love letter written by a bunch of drunk men and someone who is emotionally constipated” Lando shot the group a thumbs up, although not a single ounce of sarcasm was laced in his voice, truly believing himself that this may potentially end up being the greatest love letter ever written.

Pierre sat staring at all his friends, a bewildered expression on his face, “She’s going to fucking leave me.”

“No, no, this is fine, we just,” George ripped out the page and tossed it in the bin as he made his way to the small desk that occupied the room, assigning himself the duty of scribe, convinced out of all of them his handwriting may be the only real legible one, “we start off slow”.

“Yes! Slow, simple!” Carlos was now standing, pacing the room as he thought, conjuring every ounce of his Spanish passion that he had been imbued with since birth, “My dearest- what do you call her?”

“Y/n?” Pierre wasn’t sure how to answer this question, but he quickly assumed he had answered incorrectly as a pillow was thrown in his direction and a chorus of ‘No’s” were flung at him simultaneously.

“You call the love of your life by her first name?” Charles now understood why Pierre was slowly losing hope of you staying with him.

“Oh, uhm, I call her tout” Pierre blushed at the admission, Charles having to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from smiling over how fucking cute that was.

“Okay, fuck, yeah, that’s cute, start the letter as tout only” Charles began curating the letter, already feeling good about where it was going.

“What does tout mean?” Lando asked what the others were thinking, also wanting to be let in on the whatever cuteness Charles was talking about.

“Everything” Pierre whispered.

“What the fuck, where did that come from?” Carlos was sure he couldn’t even have come up with something like that.

“Well, that’s what she is to me, the beginning and the end and every second in between, she is everything” Pierre shrugged, not aware of the power of what he just so casually said.

“Why do you need help writing this letter mate?” Lando spoke on behalf of everyone in the room, because, shit, if someone had said something like that about him, he would fucking melt.

“Because evidently he cannot write a decent paragraph that puts a sentence like that in it without somehow botching it” Charles brain was now working overtime, trying to figure out a way to start putting the first paragraph down, “Now, what should we say?”

And so, the evening went, ideas being thrown in and out, vetoing sentences that Lando tried to sneak in there, genuinely hurt when nearly every single good line he had was excluded, to such an extent that Pierre ended up insisting they put at least one in, his friends smile a guarantee that he wouldn’t complain anymore after that.

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“We cannot have another line about how she takes his breath away, at this point this is basically a confession that he’s being suffocated” Charles tried to argue.

“Suffocated by her love!” George defended.

“That does not sound like a good thing” Carlos had drifted off into space, picturing you choking Pierre, a small giggle leaving him as he did, the sight supremely funny in his drunken state.

“What if!” Lando began before silence overtook the entire room, waiting for him to continue, “Okay, yes, what if we like spoke about her looks for a second, girls love being told they are pretty don’t they?” He waited for a round of nods before continuing, “So we talk about how you get lost in those eyes of hers and how you have to contain yourself when you catch a glimpse of her hourglass figure and how you can feel the goosebumps on your skin when you hear her say your name” there was suddenly a far-away look in his eyes, all of the drivers glancing at each other, silently agreeing that he was speaking from what seemed a very personal perspective, “lando” all though that last part was a whisper, all of them had clearly heard him.

“Uhm, so, you’re not allowed to partake anymore” Charles had decided on behalf of all of them, and honestly, Lando should be thankful it was Charles instead of Pierre putting his foot down, because the way Pierre was suddenly looking at him, one more comment and he was a dead man.

“Okay, but maybe we should stop here, this is already 6 pages long and I think we may be waffling at this point” George tried to conclude this, despite being proud of all of it, at some point, words lose their power when there are too many of them.

“6 fucking pages?” Max was shocked, he might not know much about all of this, but he knew that was too many fucking words, haphazardly thrown on those pages, no matter how hard they had tried, “too long, there is no way she’s taking in any of that”.

They were defeated, each and every one of them, all running out of steam the later the evening got, and the more alcohol they got into their system.

“We need to make her see how important she is, but in significantly less words, you got to dig deep my friend, in your soul, share it all with her” Carlos was nearly pleading at this point, desperate to get to bed.

Silence took over as Pierre absorbed what Carlos had said.

‘In your soul’

“I have it” Pierre was snatching the note pad before any of them could even react, turning to a new page and scribbling down the few words he was sure would save everything, would save himself, all the other boys craning their necks to look what he wrote.

Finishing the short letter quickly, he turned to the rest of them, holding the letter up for them to all deny or approve, a chorus of “fucking finally” and “well done, it’s perfect” falling from all their lips.

“Think it will be enough?” Pierre was insecure, asking Charles his honest opinion once all the other boys had left his hotel room in search of their own beds, but he knew this was the truth, this was him opening up the barest part of him in the hopes you would understand how he truly felt about you.

“If that isn’t enough, I have no idea what would ever work”

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Tout

I searched for the right words to adequately express how much you mean to me, how deeply I love you.

 I ripped apart my very soul to find them and instead what I found in there, all that existed in there, from the beginning to the end and all the seconds between, was one thing.

You.

-Forever Yours

#Pierre Gasly x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #f1 x reader #pierre gasly #max verstappen #pierre gasly x you #x reader #pierre gasly fic #Lando Norris #Carlos Sainz Jr

[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 6

Part 5 : Part 7 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: How was this chapter? Sorry it took so long been busy lol. Also I have like 18 story ideas for Johnny and some of them will be super freaky/fucked up but I’m not sure if that will be liked or not.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Johnny and I enter the house together. He returns me back to Sissy, who is working diligently on the washing. Just before Johnny leaves, he discreetly grabs my buttcheek really hard, making me embarrassingly squeak. He laughs out while walking away after seeing my red face. Now that Johnny is gone, I calm down, fix my appearance, and proceed to help Sissy with the laundry.

She notices me walking towards her and smiles. "Heya pumpkin, mind hanging out these for me?" She says this while soaking the clothes in a tub of clean water, twisting out the dirt, and scrubbing them. I grab the clean pile and place the damp laundry into a nearby basket. I go out to the backyard to hang them on this flimsy line. Though I'm extra careful when I come across Johnny's clothes, I display them more neatly than the rest.

While the washing dries, Sissy and I get to the dishes. We converse as we work. "Your help has been so wonderful, sugar." She claps her hands happily. "Hopefully I'll get to show my music collection later on." She makes It seems like something is going to happen to me. "Why are you hopeful, Sissy?" I ask. 

She's developing a wide, devious grin. "Tonight is the night you're finally going to eat your' little blonde friends, and if ya' eat em’, ya' get to live with us!" Her smile drops when she sees my disturbed face. She grabs my hands and brings herself into my personal space. Making me uncomfortable.

"Promise me ya' eat the food, sug? I really like ya' and I'll hate for ya' to get killed like ya’ friends." She frowns, squeezing my hands hard and awaiting my answer.

"I promise." I tell her quietly, not really having a choice. I'm scared of how quickly Sissy can get upset. I can’t forget who she is underneath all that sweetness.

I don't want to eat humans, no less my friends, but what other options do I have?

"Johnny wants ya' to eat too, ya' know?" She slyly says stepping back, sprinkling more salt to my wound. "Ya' don't wanna disappoint him now." My heart squeezes at the thought of upsetting him.

"I'll do it; I'll eat." I tell her more confidently. She smiles joyfully. "That's a good girl!" After that, we return to work. I grimace, feeling emotionally overwhelmed and sticky. My thighs are covered in a mix of Johnny's dried cum and saliva. He just had to fuck me right after a lovely shower. Now I have to wait until tonight to have another one. That's if I survive tonight...

No backing out; I'll eat the food and earn my keep. I want to stay alive. I want to be with Johnny.

“We gotta feed Grandpa.” Sissy mentions interrupting my train of thought. She points to a bucket across the room that’s got a bloodied sack hanging over it, draining blood into the tub. It was not a very pleasant sight or smell. She grabs two vials from the kitchen sink, bringing them to the tub. Filling them up.

"We will feed him together and then make lunch; Pa’s here, so he’s making dinner tonight. You're going to love it! He's an award-winning cook, ya know." She tells me cheerfully as she finishes filling the vials.

We go to the living room, where her grandpa is. He appears to be on his deathbed. I grimace a little as I look him over. Is he even alive? Sissy informs me that he's incredibly over one hundred years old, and his secret is fresh blood. “The fresher the better!” She exclaims. “Especially from the pretty ones, it keeps him going."

 

She gives me a vial, pushing me forward. “This is Y/N grandpa; she is our little maid, and she's going to feed you' today.” Sissy giggles, grabbing my reluctant hand and bringing it up so the vial touches his dry lips, forcefully moving my wrist so the red liquid pours into his mouth.

I cringe from disgust as the blood slides into his mouth. He lets out these gleeful groans, sucking up the blood.

 

“There you go, grandpa, isn’t she lovely?" Sissy pulls me aside to give her veil of blood to him. "Grandpa has always loved pretty gals. Y/N, you've made him very happy." I sigh at her words, hoping I don’t have to do this every day. It's too gross.

 

By the time we finish up with Grandpa and fold the laundry, the afternoon slowly starts rolling into the night, and soon so will dinner.

Sissy and I are currently watering the flowers around the house, trimming the dead branches, and tidying up their appearance. While I finish the last rose bush, the smell of what’s being cooked for dinner makes its way to my nose. And shit, it smells amazing. "Ooh, I’m so excited for dinner, sugar; I know it’s going to be a treat!” Sissy exclaims. Opposite to her, I’m absolutely wrecked with anxiety. I’m going to be a different person after tonight.

 

The next thing you know, we hear that familiar bell ring. “Come on, sug, first ones in, first one served.” She skips over, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. She’s very forceful today.

I feel a lot tenser than usual; my stomach is hallow as I sit down at my usual spot with Sissy. This time, Bubba is helping Drayton with dinner. Dishing up everything, he’s wearing a feminine-looking mask while in a purple suit. I guess he dressed up for the occasion.

Nubbins and Johnny walk in, taking their usual spots, with Johnny right in front of me. Looking at me with his typical grin. I look down into my lap, unable to hold eye contact with him; he leaves me feeling so flustered.

Bubba comes behind me and places down what looks like a normal bowl of chilli, which I know is something much more sinister. Don’t think about it; if I start acting up, it will be the end. Take a deep breath and calm down; it’s just normal chilli.

 

Drayton, last to arrive, sits down with Bubba. All eyes are on me, like hawks waiting for me to take the first bite. I shut my eyes. It’s not a big deal; just imagine you with normal people eating a normal dinner. I shakily grab a spoon and scoop a sample of the food into my mouth. It’s tragically delicious.

Tears roll down my face as I hungrily eat seconds, and cheers and laughter roar around at me, Johnny and Sissy especially. Shining their pearly whites ear to ear. The rest of the family starts to dig in. Devouring their food down greedily—it's all just white noise to me.

 

Same as yesterday, Sissy, and I clean up after everyone. I’m silent while I clean the dishes, unlike Sissy, who is joyfully singing around the kitchen. I feel queasy, but I got to get over it. It doesn’t matter now; what’s done is done.

It’s late. After having another shower, I hoped to get some sleep, but it’s impossible, so now I'm just lying on my bed in just some panties and a shirt, staring up at the ceiling and watching the shadows move from the strong wind.

 

I hear creaking from the stairway as familiar, heavy footsteps come to my door. I sit up, waiting as the door opens. Johnny walks in quietly, closing the door behind him.

He turns around and, of course, grins. He checks out my appearance, his gaze heavy on my chest, nipples poking out of the cold, looking down to my bare legs on display.

 

He glides over to me and sits on the bed, making it creek. He takes off his shoes and climbs further up. Sitting next to me, he places his large hand on my thigh, squeezing it.

Johnny looks me in the eyes with lust and something new. “I’m proud of you.” He says softly, grabbing my chin for a kiss. My heart flutters and pounds. The love I have for him deepens. I kiss back at him, and soon our tongues meet and fight. He tastes like cigarettes and mint. I lightly moan into his mouth as he inches closer to me and grips my shoulders.

He pushes back against the bed, climbing over me and sliding his hands down my body, feeling me up. I spread my legs when I feel his hands on them. He rubs my clit through my panties. “This pussy always so wet for me.” He admires rubbing his thumb down on the wet patch. I gasp and move my hips against his thumb.

“Johnny, please, I want you.” I beg him. I want his fat cock in me already. I bite my lip, thinking about it. The girth and veins. The way it bounces against his stomach when he pulls it out makes my pussy clench. My cunt throbs the more I imagine it. Fuck, I’m so horny for him.

“Just take my cock, sweetheart; don’t worry bout’ a thing.” He gets off the bed and begins to undress himself. Pulling off his black shirt, revealing his deliciously scarred body and thick muscles. His jeans come down, letting his swollen cock spring out. I don’t take my eyes off him; he’s so handsome it’s mesmerizing.

Johnny grins, noticing my staring, but unlike before, I don't feel shy. It's different this time. I want this; I want him. I take off my clothes, starting with my shirt. I sit up and slowly peel it off, showing him my chest. I play with my tits, pressing my fingers into my nipples. giving him a little show.

"Look who’s enjoying herself now.” Johnny speaks as he comes up to me, pulling my hands away from my chest. He climbs back over me. I lay down while he sits between my legs.

He places his hot mouth on my hard nipple, sucking it. while his free hand pinches and twists the other. I pant while gripping his hair tightly.

He pulls back up, grabbing my underwear and sliding it off. I spread my legs further for him, giving a full view of my drenched pussy to his appreciative eyes.

"Fuck, darlin' I’m so glad I kept you.” His words shoot electricity down to my cunt. I'm feeling so hot under his stare. I need him to touch me.

"Johnny, I need you inside me, please." I beg him. Johnny hums, still staring at my bare body. He grasps my knees, spreading my legs painfully further. He smiles at seeing my clit twitch.

"Here, darlin' does this feel good?" Johnny rubs his thick shaft against my clit, giving me a smidge of relief. I reply back with breathy moans. He slips further between my legs, getting into a comfortable position.

“You did so good today, sweetheart.” He whispers as he moves further up, kissing me from my chest to my neck. I hold onto his wide shoulders while he teases me.

He's being surprisingly gentle. I must have really made him happy during dinner. He's so handsome, and he's being so sweet. I feel safe with him. I want more of this. I want to be his forever.

His knees sit on the edge of the bed as my legs sit on his hips. Johnny places his hands next to my head for balance while he slowly slides his throbbing cock into my pussy. We both groan at the sensation. I dig my nails into his shoulder hard, still feeling tender from our last fucking.

He’s moving very slowly, taking his cock in for only a few inches and moving it back out. Fucking me softly in missionary, he continues his gentle thrusts while looking down at my face. I keep clenching around his cock, wanting more, now feeling dissatisfied. I move my hips against him, wanting him to speed up, but he continues to be gentle, smirking as he patiently sits his cock still in me.

I whine as fat tears fall out, frustrated with a pulsing cunt and clit. I need more of for him. I whine as Johnny chuckles licking up the tears falling down across my face.

“So needy.” He groans, speeding up, getting a steady rhythm. I nod my head in agreement, moving up to kiss him deeply.

He groans and kisses me back, now getting rougher while shoving his tongue in my mouth. I moan in enjoyment, wrapping my arms around his neck as I finally get more of his cock. It’s hitting that perfect spot, making me break away from the kiss and throw my head back, crying out loudly.

His hair is falling out of place as his thrusts get harder, dark locks framing his face while he bites his bottom lip. My hands grip his wrists to steady myself. God, he is a sight.

I wiggle my hips into his thrusts, grinding on him. He groans and lowers himself, putting his head into my neck. I can hear his heavy breathing and low moans; it sends shocks to my pussy. My clit pulse is now hungry for attention.

“You’re such a slut for my cock, sweetheart.” He groans into my neck, and my clit twitchs in agreement. “Yes!” I moan while my hand slides down between us, rubbing at my clit. "Yeah, darlin, rub your little clit.” He moans, licking his hot tongue along my neck as he keeps hitting my sweet spot.

"You're going to cum with me.” He decides, speeding up his thrusts and making the bed creek loudly. He pounds into me faster, working us both closer. My free hand grips his shoulder as I feel that familiar sensation. I rub my clit faster almost there. “I’m about to cum Johnny.” I whine to him, my pussy tightening around his cock, making him grunt.

"Oh, good girl.” He grunts out while I cum on his cock. My cunt constricts his shaft as I orgasm. Johnny’s cock twitches, and with one final hard thrust, he finishes deep inside me. Drowning my pussy with his seed.

He pulls out his wet cock and rolls over next to me. He's running his hands back through his hair, catching his breath. “Johnny?” I say his name softly, turning my head to look at him.

 “Yeah doll?” He asks as he sits up, stretching. “Could you please stay the night?” I ask with hopefulness. 

 

"Sure, doll, after one cig.” He smiles at my request. I feel the butterflies again in my stomach as I witness a softer side of him.

I clean myself up as he has his post-sex cigarette. I get under the cool bedsheets. Feeling fucked out and tired, soon he slides into the bed next to me, warping an arm tightly around my chest as we fall asleep.

#johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter fanfic #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm fanfic

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could we see a platonic Mitsuri & Obanai who “adopted” a kid!reader they found, only to have them escape after a few years? And by the time the pair find them they’ve returned back to their real family?

Your New Parents | Platonic Yandere Mitsuri Kanroji and Yandere Iguro Obanai

You probably just got a little lost on your way back home

But you knew how to get back so it wasn’t an issue

Despite your reassurances to the pink-haired lady who was devouring an enormous pile of fish near the river

“No no, baby you’ll need to head back with me! Can’t have you out here with demons all about.”

If you can convince her she might walk you back

And as she waves goodbye and you enter your house with your waiting family 

You hope it will be the last time you see her 

It's not

When you get semi-lost again she’s there claiming to be hunting a demon nearby

Even better if the demon tries to attack you while you're with her

She’s easily defending you, gaining your trust

“Geez, what kind of parents leave their kid all alone to get eaten by demons!”

Whether you defend your family or not you trust her now 

And that is your downfall

The next time you're walking along the river a little white snake seems to be following you

“Aww are you a baby snake? A white one too you're so cool.”

It's like that for a while the snake following you as you make your way back home

One day you meet Kabamaru’s owner

A strange fellow, you gathered

With two different colored eyes, he seemed quite strict

“Are you really still walking this way after you’ve been attacked here once? They must really want you to die then.”

“N-no they just trust me to be a big kid and get the chores done! I can do my chores just like everyone else in the house.”

The final time they’re together 

With Mitsuri giggling to Obanai before they approach you

“Good news! We’ve decided we’ll be taking you home with us! So we can be a family!”

“B-but I already have a family!”

“Not a very good one, brat. So be grateful we’re letting you into your home.”

The struggles of a child are nothing against the power of two Hashira

It isn’t long after that you become used to the grounds of the cabin

Covered in Wisteria trees and tall fences (taller than you) that have to be jumped over to leave

You fall into a rhythm after a while 

And much as you hate to admit it they take really good care of you

But any mention of your family is met with Obanai insulting them and Mitsuri outright ignoring their existence

When you do escape back to your family they recall the pink and green-haired woman that escorted you that one time and believe your story

But try as they might their best defenses against the couple are futile

They are the Love Hashira and Serpent Hashira after all

“Ah~baby love! There you are! We’ve been worried sick about you!”

“Yeah, you have some nerve running from your parents like that.”

“Y-your not my parents!” 

“We are now.”

“W-what?”

“Do you really want to stay with those corpses? We took you to help you, (Y/n) don’t understand that?”

“B-but I w-was just talking to them…How-?”

“Oh, baby you crafted it all in your head just now. Let’s go home and we can snuggle tonight, okay?”

“O-okay. S-sorry…”

“It’s okay baby we know this is hard for you.”

 You’ll fall asleep while Mitsuri carries you, a backpack of your stuff from your home

While Obanai falls back to properly set fire to the building

When you returned it did take a while for them to realize you were you had gone

But when they do Mitsuri’s sad and Obanai rectifies it 

Now don’t be misled 

Their Hashira, they wouldn’t kill innocent humans who were boarding up their home

But that are the actions of some overzealous demons in the area insistent upon luring the Hashira in the nearby vicinity

And if the only one they were able to lure away to survive was you

Well its only natural they assume guardianship while your poor family is being slaughtered

Obanai and Mitsuri make quick work of all the demons and putting those injured…out of their misery

“Kabumaru missed you (Y/n).”

“Don’t be shy Iguro we all missed you, (Y/n)-baby!”

“You won’t leave us again baby, right?”

R-right…”

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[wanderingpages]

.・。.・゜Dark AU ゜・。.

V E R S I O N 2

“It’s you that I’ve been thinking about and I shouldn’t be. You’re cattle waiting for slaughter, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Cardan tries not to lust after the girl he's supposed to kill.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Drugs, Sex, Murder/Talks of murder, Sexual/Physical Assault.

Jude's POV

“You think I'm weak.”

“You are weak,” I tell her. “You're weak and pathetic and I-”

“I'm a mirror,” she shouts. “I'm the mirror you don't want to look at.”

I wince, her voice sounds like its directly in my eardrums. Angry at me, always so fucking angry. I only tell her the truth, tell her what Dad tells me when we’re alone. It didn’t make sense then, but now I get it. So docile and pitiful, crawling after Locke even after what I tell her he’s done –  with me, let alone someone else.

“You’re so far up Dad’s ass, you’re worse than me. At least I’m trying to leave. So, what if Locke’s my ticket? At least I’m not that fucker’s lapdog.” Then she grins suddenly, looking more like me than she’s ever had before. It’s a slimy smile, that trembles if I look close enough. She’s upset with me, more than she is with Locke. “I wonder if he’s put you up to this. If he’s playing another game. If you’ll even remember this after you see him tonight.” She laughs but it sounds choked. “God, Jude. I almost feel sorry for you.” It feels like a dream for a moment, until the ache in my chest convinces me this is a memory. I guess she had been right, I did forget this altercation.

It took a knife to her throat to remind me what a despicable bitch I’ve been trained to be. Something rough wipes at the corner of my eye. I must be crying. I try to move my hands but they feel stiff. I think I’ve passed the state of panic in my stasis. I wonder how long I’d last like this. It’s stifling, like there’s a weight compressing my ribs. My fingers twitch until I can finally lift my wrists. It takes me a moment to realize that they’re moving in tandem because of the Zip tie. I’m a little offended that he hadn’t taken it off of me, probably opening wounds that were on their way to healing.

Something tickles my cheek, and a slow rumbling sound not only fills my ears, but trembles against my skin. My nose wrinkles and I open my eyes, unsurprised to still be in Cardan’s bed. The heaviness in my chest does not subside and for some reason it makes me panic. I try to lift up, a strangled noise leaving my throat. I feel groggy.

“Hey,” hands come to my shoulder, helping me up and propping pillows behind me. The weight on my chest lifts, only to press four paws deep into my skin. A fat black cat meows as it arches it’s back in a stretch before jumping off. I watch, almost in a daze, as it saunters over to a familiar pair of legs, rubbing itself between Cardan’s feet before exiting the room.

I look up to Cardan, who looks incredibly distant for some reason, then I look to Ghost who had been the one to help me up. “Was… that a… cat?” It’s hard to form sentences, my mouth feels like it doesn’t want to work. “Did you… drug me?” My eyes search for Cardan again, brows furrowing in confusion “You… have… a cat?” for some reason, this tidbit of information is hard for me to grasp.

Cardan shrugs, not moving from his spot, “I like pussy.”

I blink, taking him in. He’s wearing a different shirt from what I recall. It’s short-sleeved and black and says something in the center that makes me think about PSA i had to sit through as a kid. How much time had passed, I wonder, for him to change clothes? A few hours? A few days?

“Huh?” I manage when I realize what he’s just said. Ghost’s snort is the only indication I hadn’t made that up.

“I’m no Valerian, but I would guess you had a seizure,” Ghost tells me, “but like the NEAD kind. I would know if you have epilepsy,” he says, but when he talks it feels like my head is under water. I guess I’m no Valerian either, but I don’t think loss of consciousness due to NEAD lasts as long as it feels it did. I rub the sides of my thumbs to my forehead.

“What… did you… give me?” I'm very conscious of my own heartbeat and it suddenly starts to overwhelm me.

“Something I found in Valerian’s shit. He said it was fine. Might have been a high dose of some acetaminophen.” He looks away when he mumbles, "It could have also been Fentanyl."

I drag my hands to my chest, the intense thumping makes the whole room shake, and my vision gets blurrier at each punch. I close my eyes but that seems to make it worse. “Won’t stop…beating…”

“I mean, I would hope so,” Ghost sounds confused but when I look up, it’s Cardan who’s face shows concern. I think the look on his face makes my heart beat ten times faster. I almost don’t see him move to place his hand on the back of my neck. If I had just came back from some dissociative seizure, Cardan might just give me cardiac arrest next. Maybe because his proximity, maybe because I think he can genuinely snap my neck in one go. His long fingers work quickly, finding pressure points and pressing them down before I can even protest.  

No forgotten memories resurface this time, or if they do, they’ve retreated into the void that is my mind. I stare up at the ceiling when I come to.  They’re very high, I note uselessly. Lazily I turn my head to the side, finding Cardan slowly stroking at a ball of black fur in his lap, resembling an old Hollywood villain. “This is Elvira.”

Its only when I prop myself onto my elbow that I realize it’s the wrong hand to put any weight on – Valerian’s medication must have worn off –  and that I’m no longer bound at the wrist. “You have a cat,” I croak out, trying to mask the pain in my arm.

Cardan’s lips quirk but his eyes look incredibly distant.  “We’ve been through this, baby.”

“Right,” I whisper, shutting my eyes to backtrack to events prior to this moment. “…Pussy,” I recall, but unable to get all the right words out.

“You are what you eat,” He mumbles, letting out a short huff of a laugh. He’s expressionless, and I think it’s a bit more endearing than when he looks at me like he’s trying to figure me out. It feels like I can breathe a little easier around him. He makes me nervous – since that night at the party when he looked like an angel in the shadows. Dad always said the prettiest angels were the ones to fall first.

I drop back against the sheets, groaning on impact but not equipped to do much more. I try to take in the room but I cant seem to grasp what I'm seeing. There's a crystal chandelier hanging at the center of the ceiling, I guess I never really looked up to notice it. It casts opalescent rainbows across the wall, convincing me I'm seeing the thin veil obscuring heaven. Upwards of 8k, I guess. I close my eyes, feeling like I’m floating. I touch at the sheets beneath me, gripping the material between my fingers. It's something so soft and silky and unexpected for Cardan. New Money, right. I guess he hadn’t lied that night.

“She’s not dead,” I whisper, finally, finding a thread to pick at. “Taryn – my sister.” It’s a presumption, but I would have known if something had happened to her, wouldn’t I? “Extrasensory perception.” It’s too quiet for a long while, so I turn my head and peer at Cardan. I’m surprised to find him staring back at me, with a look I hadn’t seen before. Something dark and bottomless. Like he's looking at me but he's so far in his own head. “I should contact her.”

Cardan’s lips are thin and he tilts his head to take me in. “No…” he drawls it out, and maybe he isn’t really responding to me at all. The cat – Elvira – jumps off his lap, mewling and stretching before strolling to the slightly ajar door, exiting the room. Cardan hardly acknowledges this, only reaches over to the nightstand and picks up a small glass of water. It must have been sitting out for some time because fat drops of condensation beads over his fingers.

“No?” I repeat, using my unhurt arm to help me lift from the bed. I frown, thinking he couldn’t be this cruel to me after the video we had just seen. Just a short call to hear her voice, maybe. “Car -”

“Drink this first,” he cuts me off. “Your voice is dry. Its…grating.” He leans closer to me, resting his elbows at his knees and I take the cup from him, startled by how badly my hand shakes trying to get the rim to my mouth. Cool water drips down to my thighs, and I'm reminded of the lack of clothing I’m actually wearing.

When half the contents are gone, I try again. “Taryn…” I flinch when the image of a knife to her throat comes to mind. In my imagination, her eyes open and she stares directly at me. I feel uneasy as I place a hand to my own neck, tracing phantom marks the knife would have made if it had been pressed deeper. “She’s in trouble – I can’t just – she…” my nails dig into my skin, as I begin to feel dry heaves start to tickle the back of my throat.

“Ghost is on her. She’s fine. She doesn’t seem to know what’s happening, or she shouldn’t know that you know, at least, that it was a set up.” My brows furrow, wondering why he’s insinuating that she may have something to do with this. "And Jude? it really was a setup." He says it so matter-of-factly, his nonchalance making my skin start to heat with frustration. “Anyways, it’s not like you actually care. Did you even know she’s back from her little trip abroad? In fact, she’s been back for some days now. You haven’t made an international call in five weeks – I’m willing to bet the last one wasn’t even to Taryn.” My eyes cut to him when he says her name. My grip on the glass tightens. I feel something awful take precedence in my emotions. I don’t like him saying her name, I realize. I’m too focused on that to really grasp that my sister might have set me up. That she’s weaseled her way into Dad’s little game – if Dad even has anything to do with this.

No - it can’t be. Taryn would never stoop lower than me, and I’ll admit I’ve stooped low enough to lick the dirt. She’s the good one. “She – Cardan, she had a knife to her throat and you’re telling me I can’t contact her?” My voice runs off in the end, pitching higher before disappearing before the end of the sentence and I try not to let that stun me. I clear my throat and try to center myself, look at the water in my hands, try to count except I can’t remember the order of numbers for some reason. It makes my breaths come faster because I’m so utterly aware how not right this is. I try to fixate on his words recall what he’s said. My brows furrow when I pick at something I shouldn’t even be surprised about, “You… you went through my phone records?” The skin around my knuckles feel tight in the hand that holds the glass. I feel like one wrong move and it would shatter in my hands. I’m just so…angry, and I can’t even really pin point why. It feels like I’m grasping at anything to justify my mood, my turmoil.

Cardan eyes my cup, just as unmoved as before and that makes me even more agitated. “Of course, I did.” There’s a ringing in my ears, and the flush in my face feels akin to a fever. My eyes feel so heavy but nothing stops the array of emotions catching up to me. “I don’t think you know how far I’d go…” he trails off like there’s more to be said, and maybe there is. “Just needed to call a bluff,” he settles on, shrugging and it makes me furious.

“A bluff?” I blink, my eyes going wide and when I make eyes contact, he looks away first, leaning back on that stupid chair like he hasn’t got a care in the fucking world. “Men came into my house and tried to kill me,” I seethe, close to yelling now, “I was held at gun point!” It’s the cocktail of drugs I’ve been given, I try to rationalize, “That wasn’t a bluff and you knew! You knew, Cardan! You came in to save me, because you knew they’d kill me,” I'm breathing more shallow, trying to convince him, it seems, that my life is in danger and there’s a girl out there who looks exactly like me.

“Jude,” he says my name in a tone so commanding, it makes me pause. “They wouldn’t have killed you. I guess your pretty ass clouded my judgment because I shouldn’t have ran into save you. You’re probably more of a danger to them than the other way around.” This time, when he smiles, it hurts, because it’s so mocking…knowing, almost. “Is that how Daddy likes to play? Does our holy Father like to throw darts at you to watch you duck them? Or does he expect you to stand and take it, to pay for your sins?”

Without realizing it, I’m standing upright, feeling like there’s a hell in my veins waiting to be unleashed. Later, I’ll wonder how it was ever possible for me to suppress these intense reactions almost all my life. Cardan tilts his head back, staring at me warily, but not worried and I think to myself that maybe he should have kept my hands bound. Cardan raises a brow, “Did I trigger something, Jude?” My fingers flex, the tip of my middle finger finding where Cardan’s metaphor strikes too close to home.

“Fuck you,” I grit. And to my annoyance he laughs.

“Tell me,” he says, “What’s your form of torture, baby? I guarantee whatever you think will hurt me is nothing compared to what I’ve already been through.” I don’t mean to, but my eyes skim his bare arms, finding those small little round scars. I count them, partially pleased I know how to count again, partially disgusted by how many I’ve counted.  He motions me over with a flick of his wrist, “Come here, princess. Go ahead and break the glass. Take a shard and write your name in my skin.” I don’t even mean to move forward but its already too late to backtrack when Cardan grabs my wrist and pulls me on to him. Water splashes over us and he takes the near empty cup from my hand. His free hand finds the palm of mine, thumb going for a round wound at the center, silently telling me whatever I’ve noticed about him, he’s ten steps ahead in regards to me.

He tilts the cup then taps it against the corner of the night table, once, twice – it splinters, then cracks. He holds the fractured glass between us, offering it to me. “You’re real sick, you know that?” I grit, instead of playing his game.

He pulls my hand, I topple closer to him. We’re a breath apart and it's more intimate than I'd like to acknowledge. His eyes blaze like there’s a fire within. It’s going to consume him, I realize. Consume us. His demeanor no longer caries a façade of nicety or indifference. He’s angry, and it’s directed at me. His grip on my hand hurts, “How do you know Sophie?” He asks me slowly. My heart feels heavy. I furrow my brows, getting so exhausted of that name being mentioned.

“I don’t fucking know her,” I whisper. He doesn't believe me and it angers me. It angers me even more that in the back of my mind, I know he shouldn't believe me at all; I dont even believe myself most of the time anyways. He asks me again, hand on mine squeezing the red marks on my wrist. I react. I reach between us and break off piece of the glass. He looks pleased.

"Do it," he dares me. "Do you want me to hold your hand? I like it when you're all batshit like this. Lets me know you got some type of self preservation." He holds my hand to the side of his cheek. "How'd you meet? Camp?" It tickles something in my memory but I dont let him know. "What was she like back then?"

“Why would I know anything about your dead. Ex. Girlfriend?” I press the jagged end of the shard against his skin, but he doesn’t budge. He holds me in place though and I'm very much warned that I'm only doing as much as he's letting me.

“Careful,” he tells me, and I don’t know if he means with what I’m saying or what I’m doing.

I dig the tip deeper, a bloom of ruby leaks onto the glass. My palm gets clammy at the sight. I’m so out of bounds. His feelings for his ex are valid, of course, but when it comes to my feelings about my sister - that shit is just collateral? “Where’s my fucking sister, you entitled piece of shit?”

He lets loose my hand, watching me with, letting me drag the edge down his jaw. “Dead," he whispers, "for all I fucking care,” he says, like he knows I can’t go further than this small scrape, that I can’t stab his jugular like I'm given ample opportunity to. I drop the glass in the cup before grabbing the whole thing from his hand and flinging it to the side. There’s so much force in the throw that it shatters against the far wall.

“Did that make you feel better?” He’s placating me. He pulls me on top of him, my knees bracketing either side of him. He takes hold of my wrists, guiding them behind my back. He restrains them with one hand, the other warms on the side of my leg, slowly moving up until his fingers disappear beneath the hem of the shirt he had lent me. “Now that we’re done with the foreplay,” his finger digs into the back of my thigh, and my back arches as if pushing myself closer against him. “Settle,” he tells me.

I’m taken aback, but I do, I settle, resting my stance, letting him guide me to fully sit on his lap. “Fuck you,” I bite out.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, lifting his hand then slapping it against my inner thigh. I let out a startled yelp, but he lets go of my wrists to hold my cheeks, squeezing them uncomfortably tight, halting any noise I want to make. “And don’t fucking talk to me about entitlement, Jude Duarte.” It’s the first time he’s said my full name and for some reason that unnerves me more than what I saw in that video. He rubs at the sting in my thigh, and gently releases my mouth, sliding his hand down to my neck. I realize how easily he could encase my throat and squeeze it until I take my last breath. I realize just how much of my life Cardan has in the palm of his hands.

“Sorry,” I whisper, feeling like I’ve been here before, apologizing like this when I really didn’t want to. It reminds me of how even though I thought I’ve been in control of my life these past months, it’s only a fraction of what I’ll never have absolute autonomy over.

My hands move on their own accord, settling on his shoulder and at the side of his cheek. My thumb swipes at the blood there. “Sorry,” I whisper again, more sincere, now, transfixed on the blooming red on my finger.  Have I ever even swatted a fly, I wonder to myself. Yet I feel the heavy metal of gun in my hand and I wonder how I know where the safety even is, how it feels to squeeze a trigger and why I could have pointed the barrel to Cardan and be absolutely sure I could take him. I feel what’s it’s like to lift a cross bow and aim it where I want it to go. And maybe I never swatted a fly, but I can’t tell myself I’ve never hurt someone.

He tilts his head into my palm, just slightly, but it makes the air in the room still. “I get it,” he admits, “You’re scared.” I'm petrified. I don’t like being so aware. I'm shaking, I'm nauseous, I want to be swallowed into a black hole.  

“Of course I am,” I manage, trying to focus on his hands, the heat searing into my skin, dipping from my neck to trace at my collarbone, absently, almost. It’s like he’s replaced his pretty cat with me. “ – we don’t talk… you know that… but that doesn’t mean it didn’t freak me out, seeing a knife to her throat.”  I sound rehearsed even to my ears. I want so badly to be worried about my sister.

“Not her throat,” he tells me. “You were scared of seeing a knife to your throat. It’s like looking in a mirror, isn’t it?” when he glances up at me, he’s daring me to refute it. He leans closer to me, roaming that hand at my thigh to the small of my back, holding me securely as his breath hits my ear, “You saw yourself in her.”

His nose tickles at my earlobe. “What about you?” I counter, “You were just as stunned. Do you see yourself in her, too?”

His lips press into my neck. I can feel the stretch of a smile imprint into my skin. “No,” his words vibrate against my flesh, mending with my already strumming pulse. “But I do see myself in you.” He bites down and my fingers squeeze his skin.

“Ah!” I gasp out, ashamed that I can’t help but pull him closer to me. There’s a prickling sensation when he releases me, pulling at my flesh as he goes. It’s like heat and cold fighting to be more dominant than the other. Cardan leans back, taking my hand that had been on his cheek. He smiles charmingly. I say, “you’re a dick.”

He takes my thumb, guiding it to his lips, “Yeah,” he replies. “That part, specifically.” He sucks on my finger, ridding the blood from my prints.  “Are you good now? Tantrum over?” My eyes narrow, but I nod my head just slightly. “Good. I’m going to tell you a secret, okay?”  he waits for me to nod again. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, steady, compared to mine, but soothing nonetheless. “Your sister is fine. Taryn is more than likely aware of everything. That video was for me, not you. Following?” His finger rubs at the mark he gave me, then follows a stray tendril of hair, trailing the curl before wrapping it around his finger.

My brows furrow, “How – why?” Taryn hates me, but not enough to want me dead, right? At least, I don’t think she has a lot of pull to get me on a hitlist. “You?”

He nods his head, “This is the secret part. When Sophie died, someone sent me a photo of a knife to her throat while she was asleep. The knife is the same, the angle of the photo matches the angle of the video, hell, I bet even the REM cycle is in parallel. I was late. When I got in, she wasn’t just dead, Jude. Her body wasn’t even recognizable." He stares off, holding back a lot more of what he saw. It takes him a minute to talk again. "I haven’t slept properly since I’ve met you, you know.” It seems like he’s going on a tangent. “I started seeing Sophie in my dreams again.” He smiles absently, twisting my hair between his finger. “She’s my favorite haunting, you know,” he says. “Don’t tell, Ghost.” Cardan tugs at the lock slightly, coiling it tightly around his finger. “Those pretty green eyes slowly started turning this unnerving golden color, and when I took a step back, her hair seemed darker, skin got darker, freckles disappeared...”

My mouth feels dry, recalling the image I had imagined earlier. When Taryn opened her eyes in my day dream, they were mine looking back at me. I suppose I’m fairly easy to read if Cardan had clocked that before me. I glance down at his shirt, feeling uneasy about his confession. I don’t want to hear it, don’t want to hear how the love of his life was brutally murdered. Don't want to hear him re-imagine her as me. I take in the letters at the center of his shirt. D. A. R. E. I grimace from the irony. Drug Abuse Resistance Education, or D.A.R.E, is an education program that seeks to prevent use of controlled drugs, membership in gangs, and violent behavior.

“I shouldn’t have rescued you,” he tells me.

“I would have been their hostage, anyways” I let him know.

His grin is wry, “You’re still hostage.” He shrugs, “Maybe I’m the lesser evil – but don’t forget that, Jude. I'm not the good guy here. Im still one of your villains.” Fuck butterflies, when Cardan speaks to me, there’s moths infested in my stomach, eating away at my insides.

“What have you gotten yourself into,” I murmur, tapping at a spot on his chest I know a quote should be. “Wouldn’t it be easier to kill me now?”

“Maybe.” He sighs, “But I want to see this through. Somehow, you’ve gotten into my head and under my skin. I’m more worried about someone else killing you now. Is that selfish? That I keep thinking, if anything, it should be me, right? I should be the one to kill you, just so no one else can." He grins crookedly, it does something to the moths. "And I’m telling you these crazy fucked up things, but I bet if I slipped my hand further up your thigh, get them between your legs, you’d be soaking wet, wouldn’t you?” My eyes widen. “You’re more fucked than me,” he tells me. “And it’s kind of intriguing.”

“Cardan…”

“Go put some pants on, I want to take you somewhere.”

“No handcuffs?” I say, dubiously.

Offhandedly, he replies, “I’m thinking about a leash.”

I blink, “That’s kind of fucked up.”

He raises his brow, “Everything that I’ve ever said to you and that’s what you pick at?”

“Seems like cruel and unusual punishment,” I try. Tied to the bed, drugged, held at gun point. What’s a choker around my neck? Proclamation or possession?

“Maybe a collar. You’d like that, I promise.” I frown, shakily getting off of him. What he's really saying without actually saying is that whoever is after me, has been after him for far longer. Maybe he wants to know more than I do, how exactly we’re connected.

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#Dark AU #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude x cardan #jurdan #jurdan smut #jurdan au #jurdan fanfic #the folk of the air #tfota au #tfota fanfic #tfota #tcp #twk #tqon #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #angst #dark romance #romance isnt dead fr fr its just dIfFeRenT #the first three lines are pulled directly from tcp #cardan says : Baby #I'm not from here #I'm from the Nightosphere. #and jude says: cool

[aita-blorbos]

[OC] AITA for volunteering to go to Hell?

Title’s a doozy, sorry, but it’s been a long month. 

For some context, I live in a big city with my family. Said family is me (30M), my husband (250M), my sister (30F), her girlfriend (early 30’sF), and a few other very close friends. In the last year, our friend group all met and we saved the city from a giant disaster together, and now we all focus on our relationships and curing my husband and my sister’s gf of their mutual chronic conditions. My sister, her gf, and another friend (25M) just got back from some time in Hell fixing my sister’s gf’s condition and now it’s time for the group to focus entirely on my husband. 

But before any of this happened, my sister and I used to live in Hell. Not by choice, mind you, my sister and I were sold to an Archdevil when I turned 18 to be trained and sold to another Archdevil to help her in a war. We spent a year getting torn apart and stitched back together, and we only had each other. When we finally made our escape, my sister died in the process and I had to seal her soul inside of a coin. From then on, I spent the majority of my young adult life working to bring her back, and I succeeded!… until aliens kidnapped us, but that’s besides the point

The point is, with our history and my sister’s gf’s history with also being a soldier slave in Hell, I should never go back, right?

The Archdevil that originally took me and my sister is my biological father. He showed up on my wedding day, the bastard, and said very plainly that if I did not return to Hell with him as his son, he would simply slaughter my new family. I agreed, not wanting him to hurt anyone, but now I know this was my mistake. I should have trusted my family’s powers to keep me safe and that they could protect themself. But what could a handful of adventurers do against the Lord of the Nine? 

I’ve been in Hell for a month, getting ripped apart and stitched back together to make my body stronger, and my father is holding my wedding ring hostage until I perform a Rite of Ascension to become a new Archdevil, probably to replace one of the others that he doesn’t like. I feel like a fool for not letting my family help me, but if any of them were to get hurt because of me, I don’t know what I would do. I already lost my sister once. 

Tonight is the grand masquerade ball my father is hosting in honor of my Profound Ascension. At the end of the dancing, I will be forced to sacrifice one soul for every level of Hell I will have power over. I plan on not doing the ritual and letting my father take his anger out on me so that I can put my soul into a soul coin, that maybe one day I’ll either be free or be put into an infernal engine without any more cares. So, tumblr, AITA?

TL;DR, I let myself get taken to Hell to be tortured and turned into an Archdevil instead of letting my family that consists of a vampire, an Archdruid, a Githyanki Kith’rak, a Chosen of Selûne, an ex-Chosen of Mystra, a veteran of the Blood Wars, a professional Devil hunter, and more stand up for me?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[breeofbree]

Friendly waters

Kisame x fem!reader

Summary: Kisame had one secret. A childhood friend that he cherished and loved. Y/N made her feelings clear, but Kisame vouched to stay as friends with his line of work and distrust of himself. After leaving the village, he returns for one last time. 

Warnings: mentions of violence and death. Angst 

(I'm sorry i took a long break but I'm back and should have several posts within the next few weeks :))

“Kisame! You should come in and feel the water, it’s almost perfect tonight!” A teenage Y/N calls out to the figure slumped on the beach. After several moments with no reply and Kisame unmoving, Y/N retreats slowly back on to land with only the moonlight guiding her. She kneels in front of him, recoiling slightly as he turns away from her. 

“Hey, this isn’t like you. What’s going on with you lately? If I pushed boundaries, I understand. But I figured you should know how I feel, Kisame.” She huffs, resting her delicate hand on his broad shoulder. A minute of silence passes before he grips her hand with his tightly and sighs with a toothy smirk,” Y/N, it would be best for both of us if we didn’t go any further. I don’t like keeping secrets, so you should know, I won’t be here much longer.”

“You only came here, because you’re leaving now. Aren’t you?” She breathes disappointedly, pulling her hand away and returning her gaze back to the water. It was a gut feeling, this was Kisame’s own pathetic way of a goodbye.

“it’ll be easier on the both of us. You could never be with someone like me. If you’re gentle waters, I’m crashing waves.” He says, wincing at the twisted pain in Y/N’s laugh,” then why did you even bother to come? To lead me on one last time before you disappear?”

“Y/N, I-“ as Kisame calls her name, he tries to grasp her one last time, only to be pushed away and cut off,” you don’t have to explain any further. I get the message loud and clear. You hate to live in a world of lies, but you just run away from yours. Maybe I’ll see you come to face them if I ever see you again, Kisa.”

The pang in Kisame’s chest at her nickname for him makes him falter and take a few steps back, watching as Y/N trudges back to the waters and lay gracefully down so the waves could carry her almost too still body. Running a hand through his hair, Kisame drops Samehada bluntly and stalks to the water. Like the prey she was, Kisame stalked Y/N. Disappearing under the water and only surfacing again right beside her. The once calm waters churn, swaying Y/N further from shore. Kisame’s eyes glow menacingly as he snarls,” I don’t lie, Y/N. I run away because I’d rather you don’t see the side of me that I hide. The side that kills with no hesitation, the side that has tainted these very waters with innocent blood. The side that prevents me from ever loving another person, especially you. I hide it because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something were ever to happen to you.” 

Water splashes against Y/N’s face, concealing the tears falling from her eyes as she locks her gaze with the full moon. She knew one day Kisame would realize the lies he told himself, and she would still be here, floating gracefully in calm waters. But for now, she let him go right with all her hopes and dreams. She would focus on bettering her career and be ready for the day she would see him again, no matter how long it would be.

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Y/N was now a Jonin, training her own team of Genin. The terror of the fourth Mizukage was no longer, the fifth ushering in changes all around Kirigakure. Y/N could openly look at her Genin without the fear of having to watch them be slaughtered before they could even climb in rank. She was there to watch and even participated in the reason they were called the Blood Mist Village. Almost all of the Jonin in the village felt they could no longer wash the blood from their hands, but still attempted to make change. Y/N would suffer through the memories at night, tossing and turning in bed as the nightmares full of slaying teammates and dried blood consumed her. But tonight was different, visions of a shark like predator clawing at her from murky waters, and ultimately screaming for no one to hear from below the surface as the air in her lungs ran out. 

She wiped at her sweaty face, panting and heart racing as the sheets clung against cold and sweaty skin. Y/N regretfully decided to go to the beach and cool down regardless of the nightmare she just witnessed. It had been years since Y/N had come to the location that housed many of her memories, but it was almost as if the location was beckoning to her, enticing her with the completely still surface. Y/N was finally lulled to a sense of calm, automatically stretching for the water and diving in. After what felt like hours, she floated lazily on her back and gazed at the full moon that bathed her in its light. 

“You gotta pull yourself together. What’s in the past, stays in the past. You’re an adult now with people depending on you. Get over the fact you’re a killer. That you’ve killed innocent and even guilty lives. It’s all in the line of your work. You chose this life, just live with it.” Y/N rambles to herself out loud, letting her words carry in to the night. 

“I try to live with my mistakes everyday, Y/N.” A husky voice whispers as a hand wraps around Y/N’s torso. The memory of her nightmare comes crawling back as Y/N thrashes against the stranger that pulls her to their chest. Defenseless, she tries to resort to screaming, but is cut off as a familiar feeling hand clamps over her mouth and a calming shush against her ear. The heaving of their chest against Y/N’s back ripples the water around them, and the tight hold they have prevents her from seeing the familiar face in the distorted reflection. Looking down, the soft blue color covering her mouth makes her heart race even more. Was it fear? Maybe anger. Even sadness and longing. 

“I apologize for arriving unannounced, but I appreciate the words of wisdom.” Kisame chuckles, slowly releasing Y/N back to float freely. He waits anxiously, staring in to her moonlit eyes as she stares back blankly. 

“You asshole! I’ve waited months… years! And you think you can just sneak up on me in open waters? If I’d been in the right mind you could’ve been hurt, and there’s still a chance you will be!” Y/N rips in to him, wading closer to Kisame as all the years of hoping just to see a glimpse of the man she pined for, reaches a culmination right in the pit of her stomach. Twisting and turning, the mixed emotions lash from her tongue, smacking right against Kisame as his pride flushes away.

“And this whole time… this whole time, I’ve never attacked when snuck up on from behind. Because a little piece of me, was always hoping it was you.” Tears flowed freely down Y/N’s pain stricken face, no waves coming to her rescue to conceal them this time. Kisame shuffles forward, ripples in the water connecting the distance between the two in a heartbeat like pulse. Stretching his hand out, Kisame gingerly pushes the tears from her stained cheeks before resting it softly on the spot he had just wiped. 

“Y/N, I was a fool. I still am. Hell, I’m worse than I was before. But you were always right. I ran. I always do. It’s the only thing I do better than killing, It’s in my blood. Just like you, just like the rest of the village. But unlike me, you didn’t run. You didn’t lie. That makes you stronger than I ever will be. I ran away and told myself I didn’t love you because you were always stronger than I could ever be. I put myself in a position that’ll ultimately kill me, most likely soon. And I can’t die without you knowing, that I love you too.” Kisame’s words cascade to the water below them, like a powerful and raging waterfall finally releasing as a dam breaks. He blinks away the salty tears pooling in his own eyes, knowing he was being hunted to be killed by the leaf. Kisame could only think of his regret of not doing this sooner. Maybe, he could’ve lived a somewhat normal life for a few years with Y/N. Now, it was days at best. Her tears trickle down Kisame’s fingers that rest against her now heated cheek, a sob caught painfully in her throat that begs to be released. Choking it down, Y/N gazes down to the water and sighs,” I know you’ll find a way to survive. It might just be one of the times you should actually run. But you’re here, with me instead. You should leave, Kisa.”

“No, I’ve accepted it. There’s no more running. Only fixing what I’ve broke before it’s too late. All  I ask, if you still love me, spend one last night… with me.” Kisame heaves the last two words as he drops his hand back to his side, once again putting distance between them. The gap doesn’t last long before Y/N barrels in to him, smashing her face in to Kisame’s chest as the sob she managed to choke down finally claws it’s way out. 

Shocked, Kisame only embraces her and drops his head onto hers, fingers tangling loosely through the hair that falls from her forehead protector. 

“I’ll stay. I’ll help fight, even if it makes me a criminal. I’ve never wanted much in life, only ever you. And I can’t lose that when I’ve just got you back!” Y/N slams a fist harshly against his chest, prepared to be exiled or even killed to stay in his arms. The feeling of being embraced by the man she’s always wanted was intoxicating, like a food pill or even a drug. Worse than a bottle of sake, it was even more addicting than the things she’s used to try and wash the memories of him away. 

“No, there are bigger things happening, Y/N. For that to happen, I have to go alone. If I must die for a better world, then let it happen. I’m only a pawn in this massive plan. It was always my destiny to die fighting. You will not become a criminal just to watch me die.” Kisame grabs for her pounding fist against his chest and holds it tightly against the sky hued skin over his heart, which was now racing at her soft touch. Y/N’s head cocks up, revealing bloodshot and longing eyes, matching Kisame’s. He strokes the hair from her face with his free hand, before resting two fingers against her forehead in a tapping like manner. 

“What are you doing?” Y/N chokes a chuckle through her gravelly throat. Kisame chuckles back,” I picked it up from a… friend. I think I finally understand why he did it.”

The two fingers travel slowly to Y/N’s chin, tilting her head up and guiding her lips to his, meeting in a slow and needing kiss that neither of them hurry to break. After what felt like a lifetime and only a second all at once, they finally break apart and head to the beach to rest. As her head lays in Kisame’s lap, Y/N gazes up to his wandering eyes full of fear and questions. 

“Well, we have all night. Tell me about this friend.” Y/N huffs, trying to keep his flowing thoughts at bay.

“Itachi was my partner. I seen a lot of you in him. He never flaunted how strong he truly was, and his only goal or passion was his little brother Sasuke. Sasuke killed him in battle, but… it’s what Itachi wanted. Spending all that time with him, made me realize I needed to come to terms with everything else. It’s what he would’ve wanted. It’s what I want.” Kisame smiles softly, silently promising Itachi he would most likely see him soon. 

“Sounds like he did something I never could’ve done… Get through that thick skull of yours.” Y/N chides, tapping her fist against his arm playfully. Kisame flashes a toothy grin down to her and kisses her once again. He had to get in the years he had went without it, and the years he’ll miss. 

The two didn’t move until the sun began peeking over the water line, signaling the end to their night. With a last kiss and a teary goodbye, Kisame reaches two fingers out once again, it only felt right,” until we meet again, Y/N.”

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“Y/N! Where have you been, the ceremony has already begun and you’re Genin are waiting!” Mei, the fifth Mizukage grinds out from between her teeth while meeting at Y/N’s side in the corridor before the ceremony grounds outside.

“Just had to stop by to see an old friend.” Y/N huffs out of breath, having just ran from the beach. 

Her mind was distracted, watching as her Genin became chunin, others joining along. Blank face as parents took pictures and shook her hand. Y/N finally grasps on to reality when a smaller hand grabs hers, calling out her name. She looks down to see her student Kiku, her usually messy jet black hair wrapped in to two buns so she could proudly show off the newly placed forehead protector.

“Y/N sensei, are you alright?” She gasps, tugging at Y/N’s hand to guide her away from the increasing crowd and on to the stone barrier that separated the courtyard and their teams training ground. Y/N tenderly crouches down to her knees and smirks at the younger girl before her, resting two fingers against the new and shiny headband that boasts their village sign,” because of you Kiku, I think I’ll be just fine.”

As Kiku nods, Y/N could only catch a quick glimpse of red and black perching on a distant building behind the young girl before quickly flickering away. One day, she would see Kisame again, maybe in this life or the next. But she knew, he was always with her when there was calm waters.

#kisame #kisame x y/n #kisame imagines #kisa #kisame x reader #kisame hoshigaki #naruto imagines

[broth-y]

So I showed that sketch to my brother and told him that Gundham isn’t good at cutting hair and he said “what about his own hair though?” and then thought for a minute before adding, “Does his mom always cut his hair for him?” And I think maybe that’s the sweetest thing,, Kazuichi going to meet Gundhams mom and she says they should stay overnight and they do one of those braid trains where Kaz is in the front and Momma Tanaka is in the back,,,

ahshs - i know there isn't context for this - but i hope you don't mind me posting this!!

i would DIE for gundham's mom.

i headcanon that Ms. Tanaka is just like,, the best mom - that she just wants to be there for her son and make him happy. i think that their relationship would be Very close - and he'd be the type of guy to sit in with his mom rather than go out most of the time.

the three of them - hanging out at a sleepover - ahssh i love it!!!

#gundham tanaka #kazuichi souda #soudam #i am not projecting - i swear #my hc that gundham's dad left and that causes his relationship with his mother to be Very Good is not a projection #i repeAt #ahshsh im jk it is #anyWAYS #sorry it took me so long to get back to this - work slaughtered me tonight :/ #and also - moss - if you're reading - lmk if you didn't want me to post this! as always

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

#mha #bnha #mha smut #denki kaminari #kaminari #kaminari smut #denki kaminari smut #mha fluff #denki fluff #denki smut #denki x you #mha x reader #kaminari x reader #denki x reader

[bakugosbratx]

Baby Eyes | Mafia Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Some non-con, blood, murder, Mafia Bakugo, Fem! Reader, bdsm, sexual intercourse, size kink, degrading, orgasm denial, Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, etc.

Words: 2,896

A/N: thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate. It is really fun doing this collaboration with you. Daisy’s Event

Tags: @awilddreamerwrites @peachsenpie @miriobaby @milkthistletea @idfkwtfgof click here to see my other works

Vegas.

Many dream of this city. The gambling, the drinks, the money, the night life. It has it all. Your dreams and worse nightmares can be made here all within a single night. The world may be cruel, but Vegas is even crueler. At least, it is for Y/N.

Your pistol was held tight in your trembling little hand. You have not been properly trained for this moment since in your late teens. The weapon felt foreign to the touch. You are now in your twenties and you are usually not doing this line of work, but since you wanted to disturb your significant other while he was working, he handed you the gun for you to handle.

“Since you want to be such a fucking cry baby, here.” He growled, shoving the pistol into your pounding chest. You gasped.

“S-Sir, I—“ You stammered, using the name he loved to be called by you. You would help it lessen your punishment, but the man did not budge.

“Don’t keep me waiting, brat. Finish this piece of shit off swiftly and quit your damn crying.”

You watched as he left into the city lights of Vegas before turning your attention back to the male before you. The man begged for mercy beneath you and your mouth feels dry.

“P-Please, ma’am. I-I have a w-wife and t-three beautiful c-children. I’ll g-give you your m-money next week. I-I promise.” The fearful man stammered amongst the abandoned dark alleyway. You have heard this speech by many like him when Katsuki brought you on his missions. It should just fall on deaf ears, but tears still brimmed your eyes as memories flooded back to the forefront of your damaged mind.

These memories are the reason you are in this predicament. You begged and squealed, running towards Katsuki and hanging onto his arm when he directed you to stay in the car. You two could have been gone by now, but you decided to intervene. Now you are here, about to commit another murder.

Your father was in this same position a few years ago. Begging for mercy before Katsuki slaughtered him right in front of you. Your cries still echo this alleyway during late, breezy nights. People think you have been disposed of as well. That is what eventually happened to the remainder of your family, but you are just under a new identity.

The barrel of the gun digs deeper into the victim’s temple. You attempt to find your strength to pull the trigger. You need to before Katsuki returns. He does not like waiting and you really are pushing what is left of his buttons today.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper out, closing your sorrow filled eyes and pressing down on the trigger. The feeling of blood splattering amongst your cold skin brought back even more unwanted memories. Falling to your knees, you began to cry hysterically in front of the fallen corpse.

Heavy footsteps came up behind you after a few moments. Katsuki has been watching the whole time and you know it. This is what made the experience even worse. You know his judgment is coming. He gave you a task and although you succeeded, it isn’t good enough. He hates your emotional ways. ‘Baby eyes’ as he would say. Always crying over something or someone.

A big calloused hand entangling into your hair with a deep sigh following. You could not look up at him. You hate him right now. You need to, at least, but the feeling of his large fingers stroking your scalp delivered comfort. A comfort he gives and takes away on a whim.

“Took you long enough.” Katsuki grumbled. You gaze up at him with a pitiful look he knows all too well. There was a certain aura to you that changed when your mind drifted to that night. The night he murdered your family right in front of you and all you could do is watch in terror.

“I-I’m sorry.” You muttered out, already accepting that Katsuki is annoyed with you. This is not your first murder and sure will not be your last. He has groomed you long enough for you to know your role.

Katsuki kicked the man’s head with his large foot so he could see the man’s pleading face. Katsuki is cruel in that way. He loved seeing his victim’s expressions in their final moments. Especially when his beautiful woman killed them.

Digging into the man’s pockets, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and black leather wallet to review what was contained inside it. The little cash the man held is now in Katsuki’s possession.

“Marlboro Reds,” Katsuki commented as he slipped the cigarette in between his moist lips and lit it up, “nice.”

Turning around to face you after letting the nicotine enter his system, he looks down at you. Grabbing your chin, you are forced to meet his gaze. You tremble under his touch.

“What did I say about that crying shit?” Katsuki recalls one of your many lectures.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, a little too loud for your own good. Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed together, not pleased with your tone. His hand found a way to your neck, giving you a nice squeeze as he guides you up to your feet.

“Let’s go.” Katsuki growls, his red orbs shooting venom into you. Your arm is now tight into his grip as he leads you to the parked all black Lamborghini.

You climb into the passenger seat while Katsuki climbs into the driver’s. You used the napkins in the glove compartment to clean up your soiled face. Katsuki is already on his second cigarette as he drives to the mansion you both share. Considering how fed up he is with you and your antics, you are surprised that half of the box is not gone by now. You know you are in for it once you arrive home.

Katsuki pulled up to the house after some time. Your tears did not pause once the whole way there which only agitated Katsuki even more. He did not say a word as you know to follow the tall man inside. Straight up the spiral marble staircase to the master bedroom, you begin undressing as Katsuki does not appreciate the mess in his living space. Along with the fact you are always to be naked within the bedroom. That rule was set once you turned eighteen years of age.

You sat on the edge of the bed, not enjoying the look in Katsuki’s angry eyes. His muscular arms folded against his chest as he leaned against the wall, glaring into you. You feel small — as usual — within his presence. He is making sure you remember your place.

“What the hell were you thinking out there, Y/N?” Katsuki begins after moments have passed.

“I-I don’t know.” You mumbled, twiddling your thumbs in your bare lap. Your insides are curling with each passing second. You are not sure why you did what you did, honestly. You have seen numerous people plead for forgiveness at Katsuki’s feet, but Katsuki is always going to be a merciless man. Your body acted before your brain could compute. You just wanted to save him. Salvage your loved ones death in some way, shape, or form, but it can never be done.

“You have to give me a better excuse than that. This little rebellion you're on lately isn’t doing nothing but getting you into heaps of trouble.”

“It’s not a rebellion!” You snap back, tears still spilling from your orbs. “You killed my family, Katsuki!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, used to this statement coming from you. “Here we go again.” He scoffs with a tsk following shortly after. “We’ve been over this, Y/N. Your father sold you and your family out for cash. If anything, you should be fucking grateful I even let you live.”

“Grateful?” You repeat in disbelief, a half hearted chuckle escaping your lips. Maybe it was because Katsuki let you take another life, maybe your parents' spirits are coming through, or maybe you’re just so fed up with him, but a sudden burst of confidence runs through you.

You stand up, strolling over to the man before you. His jaw is clenching as he examines each cowardly step you take towards him. You glare up to the man before you, quivering before his mighty presence.

“You killed my family, Katsuki,” you repeat through gritted teeth and clenched fists, “I’ll never forgive you for that.”

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki challenged, his profound amused smirk appearing. The look in your glossy irises said all the words you didn’t have the courage to speak. “Good thing I really don’t give a fuck about your forgiveness, princess.”

Katsuki’s words soaked into your veins like venom. His smug looks always made you want to beat it off of him. Ever since you have met him. You both know you have no match against him. He will always win. Always.

You have been stuck with him since you were fifteen years old. You two never had any relationship or any sexual conduct until you were the legal age of eighteen. You would be lying if you said you didn’t fall for him over the years. He is all you know and Katsuki grew to like you over the years. Though he trained you to be the woman he wants you to be for him, you do throw a tantrum or two when needed.

“I hate you.” You sniveled.

“Sure you do. Let’s clean up that pretty face of yours so I can stuff it, eh?” Katsuki chuckled, cupping your chin with one hand so he can wipe your nose with a handkerchief with the other. You attempted to break loose of his firm grasp, but the male was not even phased.

“I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.” You admit allowed, still keeping the same angry tone within your words.

Katsuki arched his eyebrow, releasing your face from his grip and discarding the used cloth into the waste bin. “Considering the show you put on out there tonight, you’re lucky I’m not doing worse to you. I can always make that pretty ass of yours bruised too if you’d like?”

You immediately shake your head no. Your bottom is still a bit sore from two weeks ago when Katsuki put you over his knee. You are just now able to sit normal again. You do not need to go back to that.

“No, sir.” You stutter out, backing away from him and putting your hands behind your back. Katsuki is already pouring himself some whiskey into a whiskey glass that you make sure is always waiting on his dresser. He always enjoys a good drink after a long mission.

You take his black suit jacket off of him like expected and lay it on the dirty laundry hamper. Katsuki is already sitting on the bed, sipping on his alcoholic beverage, waiting for you to get to work. Kneeling before him, you begin unzipping his slacks and tugging down his underwear to reveal his erected cock. You take a moment to contemplate your future actions. You really did not want his dick in your mouth, but like Katsuki said before, you do not have a choice in the matter.

Your train of thought is derailed when Katsuki tugs on your hair. “Isn’t going to suck itself, brat. Get to work.”

Mentally groaning, your tongue swipes his length before placing kisses on the tip. Slowly, you begin taking in inch—by—inch. Saliva slid down his cock by the time you had it in your throat. Choking noises fed Katsuki’s already inflated ego.

“Can’t talk much with my cock down your throat, huh?” He teased, taking another sip of his whiskey. “For someone who claimed they didn’t want my cock to begin with, you sure are deep throating it rather quickly.”

You ignored his usual insults as you came up for air. You let out small coughs then go in for more, every vein being pleased with your tongue as you take it all in. Katsuki groans in pleasure as you pick up the speed. His cock is coated in your saliva as you did not slow down once to catch air. It wasn’t worth the ego boost he would feel from knowing he is too big for you.

Katsuki’s whiskey went unfinished as he could not focus on drinking it. Cum soon fills your hollow cheeks and down your throat as he releases into you. Not a drop was missed as you milked his cock. You were rewarded with a head pat.

“On the bed,” Katsuki instructs, “all fours.”

“Do I have to?” You whine. Katsuki vigorously grabs your chin, staring down into you. The room is dark, but his crimson eyes seemed to glow.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get on this fucking bed and shut your Goddamn mouth.” Katsuki hisses, sending chills down your spine. You do as you are told like he taught you. Arching your back, your ass is now in his perfect viewing. Katsuki’s clothes discarded to the hardwood floor below, his dick already erected at the sight of you.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Katsuki asked, rhetorically. He spreads you open more for his personal view. “Yeah, that’s it.” He comments, overviewing all of you. One of his hands stroked his cock while the other pressed on your begging clit. You let out a soft moan, hoping he didn’t hear.

Placing his hands on your hips, he drags you closer to him. Leveling you with his cock, the tip slowly slips into your entrance then proceeding to pick up full speed. Your cunt swallows all of him, hugging his cock with each rhythmic thrust. You can feel your tight walls get stretched by his girth with each entry he makes, not even giving you time to get used to his size as he exits to repeat the same process. No matter how many times you two have sex, you will never get used to Katsuki’s length and size.

“Katsuki—“ You sob in pleasure and in pain.

“Shut it, slut. You’re going to take all of my fucking cock and like it. I’m going to fuck the brat out of you tonight.” Katsuki demands, pressing down on your spine so your ass is more perked up for him to smack periodically. Your cries and moans are muffled into the European satin sheets below. You grip onto them for support as Katsuki does not slow down once.

Your pussy pulsates with each thrust. It was about to give out on you and cum all over his cock. Though you did not want to give him the satisfaction, your cunt had other plans as it became tighter around Katsuki’s length.

“Aw, is someone going to cum?” Katsuki coo’s condescendingly, beginning to go agonizingly slow.

You lift your head to beg for sweet release. “Please let me cum, sir. Pretty please. I need to oh so badly.” You sobbed. His silence made your insides do flips. His slow strokes did not once stop and his nails dug into your thighs.

“No.” Katsuki finally denies as he knows you cannot take anymore. You gasp, your heart stopping for a split second.

“Katsuki, please.” You hiccuped. “I really need to.”

“Should’ve thought about that before throwing a tantrum today. Good girls get to cum.” Katsuki shrugged, using his long muscular arm to push your head back into the mattress. “Now shut the hell up while I fuck you senseless.”

Just like Katsuki stated, he fucked you until his high was met. Of course, he did not make it easy as he was about to bust, he would go slower to edge himself. He wanted this to be a punishment to remember. The whole time, you behaved and did not cum. No matter how many times Katsuki tried to get you to slip, you refused.

“C’mon and cum, brat. Y’know you wanna.” Katsuki would tease with immaturity. All you could say was incoherent “no thank you’s.” A soft rub on your ass was telling you that you passed his test.

Countless minutes, maybe even hours, have passed until Katsuki decided he was ready to release himself. “You can cum now.” He finally grants. You did not get to even process his words as your pussy released onto his cock. Babbles of pleasure and gratitude escaped from your lips.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Katsuki praises, his cock now removed from you. You whine at the hollowness you felt.

“Lay on your back.” He instructs, doing his best to keep it together. You follow his request and switch over to your back. “Play with your tits.”

Your fingers grab onto your sensitive nipples, swirling on them before giving them a nice little pinch. Katsuki stood over you, stroking his cock that is covered in his pre-cum.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” Katsuki praised once more, analyzing your lewd faces as your fingers played with your breast.

“Mm, cover me with your cum.” You encouraged, rubbing your thighs together and pushing your breast closer to one another. Katsuki became feral as cum squirted onto your chest and stomach. Just the sight of you is making Katsuki forget today ever happened.

Just like always, baby eyes.

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[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: meeting dick's ex girlfriend and it going awkwardly well

♡ characters: jason todd ( red hood ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but have yall seen that comparison of Jason Todd from Titans to the comics that the DC Titans twit made? bc every time i look at it, it takes me out. my twitter groupchat have slaughtering it all night :').

you in Dick's apartment, fiddling with a few of his weapons as he sternly told you to put it down before you hurt yourself. you, clearly not bothering to listen, continued to fiddle with the batarang as it managed to hit you on the nose. in between Dick's laugh, he wheezed out an 'I told you so'.

"fuck off, when are we going to your dad's place?" you asked, "I want to get back home before we get back to our apartments later than we already are," you mumbled, getting up and grabbing your keys.

Dick ushered you out the door, murmuring that he'd buy you a coffee on the way to Gotham as compensation for helping his family out. you were Dick's ex girlfriend and although the two of you ended on friendly terms, you managed to know his families secret and thus, you decided to help Dick out with his hero work in Bludhaven.

the two of you had realized a while into the relationship that neither of you were really into each other romantically. it felt a bit forced with the kisses and dates and a part of you saw the way Dick felt about his ex still. you weren't mad at the way he felt about Barbara but you could tell that he still had feelings for her and you didn't want him to deny his true feelings for her anymore.

both of you hopped into your car and made your way over to his father's place. you had met Bruce a while back when you were dating Dick and by extension, you had met Dick's younger brother Damian. he was still a bit of a prick to you every time you met him but Dick had told you that Damian was just that way with everyone. you had a few interactions with Duke and Cassie from time to time but it was only when they stopped by. the only two you had yet to meet were Dick's two younger brothers, Tim and Jason.

you had heard stories about them it wasn't anything too crazy. all you knew was that Tim was a bit on the shyer side and Jason was the one with the crazy backstory. they hadn't told you everything about Jason but you did know that Jason was dead at one point and managed to come back. how? you didn't know and frankly, you didn't want to know. knowing that this world was filled with superheroes from out of this world and held supernatural abilities was enough for you.

by the time you arrived to Bruce's place, you had Dick take in your back pack as you sipped away on the Starbucks he had bought for you. Dick entered through the batcave, waving a hello to everyone as you saw Damian and gave the little gremlin a smirk before chasing him for a hug.

"get away from me you peasant," Damian screamed, grabbing his blade and pointing it at you. you laughed, sitting down on his chair, "aww, and to think I thought you'd be happy to see me!" you giggled, taking your laptop out of your bag with a few other things.

you noticed that there was another person in the room that you hadn't familiarized yourself with and got up, "hi, I'm ( your name ), Dick's work partner," you said, stretching your hand out for him, "and the pain in my ass." you rolled your eyes as the man chuckled, "I'm Jason," he replied. his voice alone made the hair on your arms raise in goosebumps as you found his voice extremely attractive, "pleasure," you responded, trying not to sound nervous.

Dick wasn't the smartest of all brothers, clearly but it didn't exactly take an idiot to see the way you immediately acted around Jason. he noticed the way you pulled yourself back a bit as Jason stood up to give you a proper hello. when he first met you, you were instantly the confident person you always were but this time, you were pulling yourself back a bit.

"so, how did you meet Dick?" Jason asked. you laughed, "we're partners at work and I even dated the asshole for a while," Dick whipped his head around as you heard Damian hollering from laughter, "I'm right here!" he exclaimed. you rolled your playfully, "please, I heard the way you talk about me to Barbara," you pressed, making Dick slump down in his seat in shame.

Jason laughed at the way you managed to make Dick fall back. he had never seen someone do that to him before and frankly, he kind of liked the way you poked at Dick a bit. everyone knew he was the easiest target to mess with but it seemed as though you were professional at it, just like Damian was.

"so, who are the ones on patrol tonight?" Bruce asked, getting up. Damian and Dick raised their hands as they all looked to Jason, "you're still hurt from your previous run in so you will be sitting this one out Master Jason," Alfred spoke up. you saw the way Jason wanted to argue but Alfred gave him the 'you better not try it' look.

"you can stay with her," Dick offered, slipping into his suit, "she's helping out with communication tonight since Tim is off doing work with the Titans." you gave Jason a wave of encouragement as he agreed, not as excited as you thought he'd be. you shrugged it off, waving everyone off with a 'be careful' lecture.

the batcave went silent as Alfred had offered to bring the both of you coffee for the long night. you were sitting across from Jason, your legs crossed as you slipped in your headphone into one ear to make sure you could hear what Damian, Dick, and Bruce were saying clearly. you cracked your neck, trying to make it unstiff as you gave the three of them their coordinates of where they were to meet if they all separated....which was the first thing they did.

"so, why did you and Dick break up?" Jason asked suddenly. you lifted your head up, "oh, we just realized we were better off as friends," you replied, "everything felt kind of forced and a bit weird so we figured it was best to just be friends before it got any weirder."

Jason nodded, smiling underneath his stoic face. he knew he wanted to make a move on you but realized it was a slimey thing to do so quick. he hadn't known the real reason to the break up but figured since you were still friends with Dick, it clearly meant that there were no hard feelings, especially when Dick was trying his time again with Barbara.

the two of you remained silent, sipping away on water and coffee. a few yawns crossed your face as you tried to keep yourself awake. this wasn't the first time Dick had you doing this but you hadn't went strictly from work to Dick's place and didn't get the chance to take a nap before leaving. Jason saw the way you were fighting off your sleep and chuckled.

"tired?" he asked. you nodded slowly, "long day and an even longer day tomorrow," you replied. you saw your phone ping up with text messages as you let out a groan of annoyance, "something wrong?" Jason asked, seeing the way messages came in left and right.

you flipped the phone over, "it's dumb. some guy I was seeing hasn't stopped messaging me ever since I gave him my number and even when I told him I wasn't interested, he still kept going," you confessed, wanting nothing more than to chuck your phone against the wall to make it stop.

Jason thought for a moment. he could play this one of two ways. one: trying to give you mature, adult advice or two: being the petty teenager he used to once be. "wanna try to get him back?" he asked, quickly checking the communicators and cameras to make sure everything was still okay. you nodded your head a bit slowly, not knowing what he was hinting at.

Jason grabbed your phone, quickly taking a photo before writing a few thing down and sending it. your eyes widened, seeing what he wrote out.

"might wanna stop texting the girl who has no interest in you."

you gave Jason a look as he laughed, "what?" he asked, going back to the cameras and communicators. after a while, you got a message that they were heading back to the cave as others took their place. you clapped in tired happiness as you shut the computers down and put every thing into your bad so you and Dick could head out as quickly as possible.

"leaving already?" Jason poked playfully. you smiled, "I have work in the morning and I doubt you'd want to spend anymore time with me," you joked back. Jason grabbed your phone again, this time putting his number into your phone before shooting himself a message.

"you couldn't even wait a day?" Dick said as he got out of the batmobile. you shrugged playfully, "what can I say? your brother is hot," you responded, waving your phone with his number in it. Jason choked on his spit as Damian gagged, "gross, keep that shit to yourself," Damian yelled, slamming the door of the batcave as he made his way to his room.

you gave Jason a wink goodbye before getting into Dick's car.

"see ya soon sweetheart."

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[uvobreakmylegs]

Catch and Release

Long fic with over 9k words in which the reader is a bodyguard working for the Nostrades and is present at the events of Yorknew. Events in the Yorknew arc have also been altered

Warnings: kidnapping, threats of violence, degradation, kink talk, mentions of death, the reader makes some not very good choices

To say that it was nerve-wracking to be sitting in such close proximity of one of the Phantom Troupe would be a massive understatement. You, along with the other remaining bodyguards of the Nostrade family, had witnessed this man – the one Melody had heard being addressed as 'Uvogin' – slaughter an entire group of mafia bodyguards and four of the Shadow Beasts completely on his own.

And now that same man was sitting next to you in the backseat of the car, the only thing keeping him in place being Kurapika's chains.

Luckily, though, his attention wasn't on you.

“Hey, driver. You think these chains can hold me?” Uvogin sneered at Kurapika, “if you don't kill me now, you'll regret it later.”

“Shut up.”

It seemed that you and Melody had the same idea to keep quiet and avoid attracting attention to yourselves, as you both kept your mouths shut and avoided eye contact. You didn't feel safe in that car. With either of those men. Even though he was on the same side as you, Kurapika had been out of control earlier, and with how much clear hatred he had for the cannibalistic murderer sat next to you, you worried that he would snap and endanger everyone again. Hopefully Melody would be able to calm him down if it came to that.

“Don't you understand? This is a golden opportunity,” he continued to taunt.

“Stop wasting time and just-”

The chains around him tightened and you could hear him grunting in pain.

“I told you to shut up!” Kurapika yelled, as he went as far as to turn around in his seat to glare at his captive, ignoring Melody's pleas for him to watch the road.

Uvogin was clearly taken aback by Kurapika's abilities, struggling against the hold of the chains as best he could in his weakened state. He had been shot at point blank range with a anti-tank cannon, and now it was chains that were doing him in.

You silently prayed Kurapika's hold on him would remain tight; it would be so easy for this giant to lean over and take a bite out of your head. You happened to have the binoculars at the exact moment he did that to one of the Shadow Beasts, and of all the things you had witnessed tonight, that had been among the most disturbing. Either Kurapika's chains were able to keep his movements restricted enough, or Uvogin just hadn't thought to do that yet.

The death-glares were still being exchanged between the two men with Melody becoming increasingly insistent for Kurapika to keep his eyes on the road. Not wanting the car to crash, you were about to try and get Kurapika's attention back on the road as well when Dalzollene suddenly called.

“Kurapika, floor it! It's a tail!” your boss's voice sounded over the phone.

“A tail? But who-”

You all seemed to have the same thought, using gyo to look over Uvogin. A needle stuck out of his thigh, a thin nen thread leading past your face and out the window.

“Shit,” you hissed, pulling the needle out and tossing it through the window as you rolled the glass down. It vanished into the night as Kurapika sped up. It had to have been the rest of the Phantom Troupe following.

You stayed twisted in your seat, looking back at a car that was following. It would be hard to lose them in the desert, and it seemed unlikely that your group would be able to make it to the city to ditch them.

Then, though you had a hard time making it out, you saw something fall onto the hood of that car, and it suddenly began to move about like no one was controlling it. The headlights behind Dalzollene's car completely vanished after that brief commotion, and after a few moments, it seemed as though they had been stopped.

“I don't think they're following us anymore,” you said. One could hope, at least.

“Not sure why they stopped, though,” you added.

“It doesn't matter,” Kurapika said.

Surprisingly, Uvogin had been quiet the whole time. When you turned back around and glanced over at him, he was staring blankly at the ceiling of the car, his anger from mere moments before seemingly dissipated.

“This is our chance to hurry back to the city,” Dalzollene spoke again.

“Roger that,” Kurapika answered.

“We'll switch the location to pattern C,” Melody said. She then looked back to you.

“We don't want muscles here putting up a fight. You can do that, right?”

“Of course,” you answered.

Now was not the time to lose your composure; right now, you needed to prove that you did have value as a hunter working for the Nostrade family.

Bringing up your arm and holding your palm so it was facing up, you focused your nen, and a small anemone bloomed in the center of your hand. You turned to face Uvogin, who was looking at you now, an eyebrow raised in question as he looked at the flower made of nen in your hand. You blew softly at the flower, causing the petals to flutter off and into his direction.

“The fuck is that supposed-”

Uvogin couldn't get any more than that out before the petals hit him, vanishing as your nen entered his system and forced him into a deep sleep. He slumped forward, and you were finally able to relax slightly, now that you didn't have to fear immediate death from a man who proved he could kill without the use of his arms or legs.

“Don't relax just yet,” Melody chided, “we still need to get him into a secure location.”

You nodded.

“Right. Sorry.”

You felt better when he awoke next. For one thing, you weren't stuck with him in a tiny, confined space, instead standing to the right of Dalzollene and having more than just Kurapika and Melody with you, as the entirety of the remaining hunters were surrounding him. It also helped that he had been completely strapped down to the metal table that took up the majority of the room, various restraints and wires around his neck and limbs keeping him secured.

Though with the way those bonds seemed to be straining against his muscles, you had to wonder if they'd be as effective if he didn't have the drugs that Dalzollene had pumped into him earlier.

He looked about the room after waking up, taking in all of you that surrounded him. His gaze seemed to linger slightly longer on Kurapika, you noted.

“Do you understand what's happening here?” Dalzollene asked, “where did you put the stolen merchandise?”

Uvogin seemed unconcerned, sighing a bit as he glanced at the hunters around him.

“What time is it?” he asked.

He spotted you, and asked “how long have I been asleep?”

You kept your mouth shut, instead looking over to Dalzollene, who seemed to have grown angry with Uvogin's nonchalance about the situation. Pulling his sword forward, Dalzollene readied himself for a strike.

“It seems that you don't grasp your current situation,” he growled, “I'm asking the questions here!”

He thrust the sword downwards, intending to stab the spider in the leg.

Uvogin's aura flared, and the tip of the sword broke off as it struck him. The piece of metal went flying into a breaker box on the other side of the room, lodging itself deep inside of it.

The noise echoed in the room briefly, and then silence overtook it. To think that even with those drugs in his system, Uvogin still kept his composure and was still able to use his nen so freely. He stayed quiet, looking blankly at the ceiling again. This man truly was something else.

He looked to Squala.

“Let's make a deal.”

“What?”

You hadn't even realized you had said that aloud until he looked over at you in response.

“I'll spare your lives, so let me up now,” he said to you.

“Huh? Wh-what is he saying?” Squala asked, looking to Melody, “is he insane?”

Although you and the rest stayed quiet, you were certain that sentiment was shared by most of your fellow bodyguards.

“He's serious. I think,” Melody answered.

It was easy to write this man off as just being insane, but when you thought about it more, it wasn't like that: the Shadow Beasts, nen masters who were more powerful than you could ever hope to be, had been so easily disposed of by this man. If he could take care of them within a matter of minutes, the rest of you didn't stand a chance. And he knew this. He was literally only making this offer because it would be less of a hassle for him.

Strange to think that this was likely Uvogin being charitable.

“Let me make something clear: We're after the auction merchandise that was stored underground,” Uvogin explained, “if you guys don't know where it is, I have no business with you.”

A beat of silence passed as everyone took in his words, broken by Basho as he began to talk, clearly annoyed by Uvogin's words.

“Wait a moment,” Melody said, interrupting him.

“You didn't steal the merchandise?” she asked Uvogin.

“The safe was empty when we arrived. The Shadow Beasts had already taken it all. I guess they didn't bother telling grunts like you.”

His words stung a bit, forcing you to acknowledge just how low the Nostrades were on the mafia social ladder, but to you, it didn't seem that he was trying to pick a fight or get a rise out of anyone. He was simply explaining the situation and calling it as he saw it: you and the others were insignificant, and even after going as far to kidnap and drug him, he saw all of you as being so little of a threat that he was willing to forget about it.

You didn't need Melody to tell you that he was telling the truth.

Squala was sent into a mild panic at the realization that Uvogin wasn't bluffing, and the way the spider smirked at that panic made everyone tense.

And then his gaze went to you.

“Everyone makes mistakes. We haven't stolen anything yet,” he said, and then looked back to Dalzollene, “so take these off, and pretend you didn't see anything.

“If you do that, you get to live.”

His words sent a chill down every spine in the room, and despite your best efforts to stop it, your hands began to tremble, forcing you to clench your fists so hard that your nails dug into the palms of your hands.

Everyone seemed to be in a similar state as you.

Everyone, except Kurapika.

“What about the guests?” he asked.

“Guests?”

“The guests who were in the auction hall. Some of our colleagues were there.”

It was a terrible thing to admit, but in the midst of everything that had happened that evening, you'd managed to forget about the hunters who had gone to the auction. They were likely dead. And Kurapika had to have known that.

Another thing you had managed to forget was Kurapika's reckless behavior from earlier. Perhaps you should have been impressed that he had kept his composure for this long. But if there had been any chance of your boss deciding to take Uvogin's deal in exchange for your lives, you could just feel that Kurapika was about to put an end to that.

“I see. That's too bad,” said Uvogin, “we killed them. It was part of our plan-”

Kurapika punched him in the face as anger clouded his judgment again, his expression turning to one of rage has he yelled “how many lives do you think you took to carry out that plan of yours?!”

Before he could get another punch in, Basho stepped forward and pulled the younger man away, yelling at him to stop.

Uvogin didn't seem upset at all, despite the bruise on his face and the blood coming from his nose. If anything, he seemed amused.

“If the merchandise is in safe hands, we don't need him. We'll hand him over to the community,” Dalzollene said, having regained his composure during Kurapika's outburst.

Uvogin wasn't paying attention to him, but instead was still grinning up at Kurapika.

“So no deal?” he joked.

You all left the room as Dalzollene stayed behind to double-check the restraints on Uvogin, but before you could exit, he instructed you to wait for him in the next room. Kurapika, Melody and the others went down the hall to another room while you stood outside the cell door. It worried you that Dalzollene had asked you to wait, and you had a bad feeling he was going to tell you to keep watch in the room where the prisoner was being held.

“I just made sure that he was attached securely to that table, and I've put in another dose of those muscle relaxants,” Dalzollene said to you as he came out of the room, “but just to make sure he doesn't do anything, I want you to wait in there until people from the community come for him.”

God fucking dammit.

“You think he'll be able to get out even with all of that?” you asked.

“No, but I want to make certain that he can't try anything,” he answered, “we've all seen what he's capable of, and I don't want to risk him bringing down this whole building just from his shout. If he looks like he's going to do anything, I want you to knock him out again. Among those of us who are left, you and Kurapika are the only ones who can do that easily.”

He sighed.

“And with how Kurapika has been acting, I can't trust him to not do something stupid, especially if he were to be left alone with him. So that just leaves you.”

“Okay boss,” you said, nodding slowly.

“If you think you can get any information out of him, then do it,” he continued, “but overall, just keep him in line.”

Dalzollene dismissed you with a wave of his hand, heading to the desk on the other side of the room, presumably to make whatever calls he needed to the community. You could hear him muttering something under his breath, something about wishing Baise were here instead.

Going back into that room was the last thing you wanted to do – especially when you would be completely alone with him – but you forced your legs to carry you back to that door.

Uvogin's eyes were on you the second you entered that room, making a chill run through you as he looked you over. You ignored it as best you could, situating yourself next to the door and leaning against the wall.

“So you'll be keeping me company while we wait for those mafia idiots to come and get me?” Uvogin asked.

You had really been hoping that he wouldn't talk, that he would be more like he had been in the car, or after he'd woken up. Dealing with him not speaking and staring at nothing would have been easier, but it seemed like he was riled up after Kurapika's outburst, and now you were the only one left for him to take it out on. And of course, now you had no excuse to disobey Dalzollene's orders to try and get information out of him.

“Looks like it,” you answered.

“Hm. Guess I lucked out with that,” he said, “you're easier on the eyes than some of those others in your group.”

'Please just shut the fuck up,' you thought to yourself.

“What, going to give me the silent treatment? You were pretty quiet earlier, too.”

He paused, thinking of something.

“You mad about your friends, too? Did we kill someone important?”

“.... Not really. I barely knew them,” you admitted.

He let out a low whistle.

“That's cold. At least that other guy cared.”

“It is what it is,” you said.

Maybe if you just kept your answers short, he'd give up on talking to you.

But probably not.

“So then this is purely business for you?” he asked.

You said nothing, keeping your gaze on the floor.

“Is it worth losing your life over this?”

You couldn't help the way you tensed, and he chuckled at you when you when you crossed your arms over your chest. You were trying to appear nonchalant, but he saw right through it.

“It looks like the others have made their choice,” Uvogin said, “but my deal is still open for you: let me go, and I'll make sure you live.”

“I can't do that,” you answered.

“You were watching while I took out those mafia, right? You really think it's safer to side with people that weak? When I get out, you can be damn sure they won't be able to protect you.”

“If I let you out I'd need protection from them,” you snapped, “and right now I'm more scared of my boss than I am of some guy who's going to be tortured to death.”

“Hmm. Your boss, huh?” he said, looking back over to where the sword tip was still jammed into the breaker box.

“Can't say he impresses me. And you can't be anything special if a guy like that can keep you in line.”

Your eyes stayed on the floor, and you refused to react to the taunt. It wasn't like he was wrong.

“I can't help but wonder. Why the hell is someone like you involved with a mafia family?”

You stayed quiet.

“I asked you a question,” he growled.

His tone sounded dangerous, and it spurred you to reply.

“I need the money,” you said.

“What for?”

“That's private.”

He laughed.

“Well now I really want to know. What, you looking to save up for something? You got a boyfriend waiting for you back home?”

It wasn't anything like that, but you weren't about to explain yourself to him. You worried you might need to tell him something anyway. He seemed amiable enough at the moment, but it looked like his mood could change pretty fast.

“What's your name?” he asked suddenly.

“.... Why?”

“Because I want to know.”

Uvogin was the prisoner of the Nostrade family, and yet he was clearly in control of the conversation you were having as you complied with his request and told him your name.

“So how long have you been working for these idiots?”

“.....”

“Oh come on! Is it going to hurt that bad to answer a few questions? You said yourself that I'm going to be tortured to death, what's the harm in humoring a dying man?” he asked, “you think they're going to ask me about you?”

The 'you' at the end was virtually spat out, as if to cement the fact that you really meant nothing to anybody. Looking over to the camera that was in the far corner of the room, you wondered if Dalzollene could hear the two of you. If he could, he hadn't yet felt like he needed to step in. Your boss had told you to get information if you were able, but given how this was going, you weren't sure if it was possible to accomplish that.

“I... I only just started working for them,” you answered, “a lot of us were hired just for this job.”

“Just for the auction?”

“Yeah. Our boss wanted to bid on some of the items.”

“I'm guessing your boss wasn't among those that we killed,” he said.

“What makes you think that?”

“Because why would you grunts go after us if there was nobody to sign the paycheck for you? If it was just one of you with a vendetta I'd get it, but all of you? Nah. The majority of you would have run off the second you lost your reason to care.”

…. His reasoning was pretty sound, though you hated to admit it.

“So who all did die at the auction?” he asked, “just a bunch of the new hires?”

“No,” you mumbled, “only one of them was.”

Uvogin scoffed.

“Too bad for them. But I'd say they were luckier than you.”

“They were lucky?”

“Yeah. They're deaths would have been pretty quick. But none of you are going to have a that luxury when the rest of the troupe finds you.”

It would be telling him too much to mention that you were almost one of those casualties. Originally you had been assigned to go to the auction with Tocino and Ivlenkov, but Baise had approached you and asked to swap places. She said that she was curious about the auction and wanted to see it for herself. It didn't matter much to you either way, so you had agreed, taking her place outside the auction house with Linssen and Basho. It was a simple decision, and one that had saved your life while it condemned hers.

Telling him all that would be far too much.

“You've gone quiet again,” Uvogin said, “you sure we didn't kill someone you cared about?”

“I told you, this is just business for me,” you answered, “I'm surprised you care at all. I would have thought it would be the same for you.”

“Oh, it's business for me as well. But this is a job I do because I enjoy it. If I see something I want, I take it. I don't give a shit about money.

“You'd probably be happier if you didn't care as much about money.”

“Good for you; not everyone can live like that,” you said dryly.

“More people should. It would make things more interesting.”

“I'm sure it would,” you sighed.

“Don't be like that. We'll probably be stuck in here for a while before those idiots come for me, so might as well make the most of it.”

“..... You're not worried about the community getting you.”

“Why should I be?” Uvogin asked, “you saw what happened with the Shadow Beasts, right? If that's the mafia's best, what do I have to be worried about?”

“Might be different when you're in custody,” you said, “they might have someone who can get through that nen shield of yours.”

Uvogin snorted.

“Doubt it. No one can take me down.”

“Except my colleague.”

Uvogin scowled at that and glared at you. You tensed again, readying your nen in case you needed to knock him out, unsure if he would let out another earth-shattering yell or start spitting pieces of human skull at you. With the strength and power he had demonstrated, you were grateful for the drugs Dalzollene had put into him, because the more you looked at that muscled body, the more you were certain that the restraints on their own weren't enough to keep him down.

“Yeah, except for him,” he hissed, “and you. I'd say it was impressive that you two incapacitated me and managed to not die afterwards, but sneak attacks have never done much for me, and they never work twice. Neither of you will catch me off-guard again.”

“I don't think we really need to,” you answered carefully, “you're not really going to be our problem after you're collected.”

He grinned at you again.

“Feel free to believe that.”

There wasn't much you could respond to that with, so you stood there in silence. The community couldn't get here soon enough. This situation was stressing you out more than anything else you had ever been through, and this was only your second day in Yorknew. If the mafia was able to get things under control, there would still be a few more days of the auction that you'd need to participate in for Neon's sake. And that was if the rest of the Phantom Troupe didn't try anything else for the rest of the days.

If the Phantom Troupe was as tight-knit as Uvogin was making them out to be, there was a chance they would come after all of you in retaliation.

Why the hell did you get yourself mixed up in underworld business?

“Oh, that reminds me – I might die before the community comes to get me,” Uvogin said.

“What?”

“That fat bastard from the Shadow Beasts infested me with leech eggs,” he explained, “apparently they're going to hatch inside of me and when they do I'll die. You might want to help me out with that unless your boss wants to hand over my dead body to the mafia.”

“..... I saw you being shot at by an anti-tank cannon. You seriously expect me to believe that you'd be done in by baby leeches?” you asked.

“It's a bit different when something is hatched inside of you,” he said, grinning as he continued “but I guess I can't force you. It's not like it's on me if I die before I can be interrogated.”

There was no doubt it would be bad if he died before he was in community custody, and since you were the only one with him, the blame would probably fall on you.

“How long before they hatch?”

“Who knows.”

The way he said that made it seem like he was lying, and with the way he grinned, it seemed like he knew that you knew and that you couldn't do anything about it. The man's body in the picture frame at the Nostrade mansion came to mind, and if that was what Dalzollene was capable of when it came to a slip-up, who knew what would happen if you failed on this.

Pushing off of the wall, you sighed.

“I can't take out the leeches,” you said.

“But,” you continued before he could say anything else “I can slow down their hatching process.”

Holding out your hand, another flower bloomed in your palm. This time it was a lotus. Just as you had done earlier, you blew on it softly, and the petals fell off and flew towards him, vanishing as they landed on his abdomen.

He watched in silence as the petals vanished before looking back to you.

“You said you were only slowing it down?” he asked.

“Yeah. I usually only use this to slow down a bad wound from bleeding out too much,” you explained, “but it should work for this. However long it'll take for those leeches to hatch, it'll take twice as long now. So if you only had 24 hours, it's now 48. That should be long enough for whatever the community does to you.”

“Hmm. You did something different in the car,” he mused, “what nen type do you have? Conjuration?”

You didn't answer, not wanting to tell him any more about your nen ability.

“So I'm right?”

“.....”

“C'mon, sweetheart. You can't answer that question?”

“I think I've been pretty good about answering your questions,” you said.

“Yeah, and I've got a feeling it's supposed to be the other way around. That boss of yours told you to interrogate me, right? And you can't even do that much,” he sneered.

“I came to the conclusion that trying to ask you anything would be a waste of time,” you snapped back, “you're not going to give me any meaningful answers so why bother talking to you about anything important?”

He seemed amused by your reply.

“Took you a while to finally snap. But how long will that last?”

'Stop responding,' you told yourself. That brief burst of anger that had built up purely because of how annoying he was insisting on being dissipated before he had even finished speaking, and by this point, you had just been ridiculed for far too long.

Uvogin demanded that you speak again, and even though you tensed again at the way he growled that order, this time you refused to say anything. He glared at you, and you readied your nen, preparing to knock him unconscious.

He tsked, but did nothing else, looking bored as he watched the ceiling. You didn't lower your guard, though, still watching for any sort of sign that he would try something.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, waiting for him to make a move.

When he did say something again, you managed to not come off as startled as you were.

“Was it also part of your instructions to be staring at me the whole time?” he asked, “not like I'm going anywhere.”

“I was under the impression that you liked having eyes on you.”

“Sure, I like the eyes of my victims on me before I kill them.”

You couldn't help letting out a little bit of a laugh at the corny threat. His eyes snapped over to you instantly.

“Something funny?”

His voice was low and dangerous, and the more sensible part of you knew that it was smarter to ignore him again. But the petty side of you wanted to see if you could upset him as a miniature vengeance for how the conversation had gone earlier.

“Yeah,” you answered, “I was just thinking that you're pretty lucky that it's me watching you and not one of my colleagues that you killed. She had the ability to make men fall in love with her by just kissing them. If she'd been here, she'd have had you spilling your guts about everything. She also would've had you liking the way you were tied up. Maybe have you begging her to step on you.”

You tilted your head to the side slightly as you smirked.

“That would have been pretty embarrassing for you, but it also would've been pretty funny for the rest of us.”

He didn't say anything.

You expected some sort of response. Maybe some outrage, maybe some threats, maybe even managing to flip your taunt back on you in some way and continuing to dominate the conversation as he had been the whole time. There was definitely anger in the way he looked at you, someone so much weaker than himself mocking him, but he still said nothing, just frowning as he looked back to the ceiling.

That made you more on edge than if he had begun to yell at you.

The air between you two was far more uncomfortable than it had ever been, and you found yourself wishing that the people from the community would show up already.

“You really don't pull off the tough act very well, sweetheart,” Uvogin said.

“But congratulate yourself on managing to piss me off.”

He said nothing more than that, continuing to stare at the ceiling as if he hadn't said anything at all.

Fuck you messed up.

The regret from saying the things you did hit you like a bucket of cold water. Why the hell did you do that?

The sound of the door opening made you jump, forcing you to stand to attention as Dalzollene walked in.

“The people from the community should be here soon,” he told you, “I'll meet with them when they arrive, so you go to the room where the others are.”

Before you could answer, you heard Uvogin scoff behind you.

“Making sure all of your subordinates are gone so you can get the full credit?” he asked, the distaste clear in his voice. He looked over to you, asking “why do you follow a guy like this?”

“You should be worrying about yourself, not her,” Dalzollene snapped.

He motioned for you to leave, which you did. You looked back one last time before the door closed behind you.

Uvogin looked bored again.

Not even five minutes had passed after entering the room with the others when Uvogin's roar echoed through the building, shaking the foundation and making you cover your ears in a feeble attempt to protect your hearing. There was no time to question what had happened; Melody ordered everyone to follow her, and you all did, running down to the express elevator and piling yourselves into the car as you heard walls being smashed behind you. For whatever reason, no one came after you, and you were all able to escape back to the hotel where Neon was staying.

It wasn't hard to figure that Dalzollene had been killed, and now there was no leader and a very angry spider who would be coming after you for revenge.

The events that followed were like a whirlwind for you: Kurapika was voted in as the new leader, Light Nostrade was coming in the next day to take Neon back, and then Kurapika realized that sensitive information regarding the Nostrades and the buildings they owned in Yorknew was available on the Hunter website, and from that, he had determined that Uvogin would find your current location. You'd then needed to move Neon and all of her things into a new room at the same hotel while Kurapika stayed in the top suite to wait for him.

“His focus will be on me,” Kurapika had said, “as long as the rest of you stay in the new room and don't come out, he'll leave you alone.”

You were happy to listen to his instructions and had been ready to wait for him to take care of Uvogin once he arrived.

But then Neon started complaining about something.

Evidently she had lost a cellphone charm, probably in the other room, and was throwing another tantrum until she could get it back. The two women who worked as her servants were, understandably, a bit nervous to go out into the halls while everyone waited for the spider to arrive. So you had volunteered to go for them, making a bit of a show for Neon as you said that you would go get it and for her to wait for you to come back. That had seemed to calm her down, and the one servant, Elisa, whispered a small “thank you” as you left. You weren't stupid enough to go back up to the top suite, however. The last thing you wanted was to be caught in the crossfire. So instead you planned to hang out somewhere on one of the lower floors, and then you'd go back up for Neon once you had gotten confirmation that everything was safe. Hopefully during that time the servants would be able to placate Neon until you got back.

You made your way down a few flights of stairs before picking a random floor where you would wait.

The door opened before you could grab the knob.

Uvogin stood there.

Time seemed to stop as the two of you looked at each other, his eyes widening in surprise as you looked at him in shock. You were completely alone with him, again, and this time there was nothing restraining him.

You were going to die unless you did something now.

It took only a few seconds for your nen to conjure a flower you could use to get out of this situation. But it was a few seconds too long. Before you could bring your hand up Uvogin had grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall in the stairwell, holding you at eye level so you were several feet off the ground. Your hands went up to your neck as you tried to pry his fingers off when he began to squeeze.

“I was wondering if I'd see you again,” he said, “I thought maybe you'd have run away from Yorknew after last night. Good to see that you stuck around.”

Black splotches were starting to appear at the edge of your vision, and you let out a pathetic wheezing sound as you tried to get in a breath.

“Need to breathe already? I guess I can do that if you do something for me first. Blink if you understand.”

The grip around your neck left you unable to concentrate and form something with your nen, so you complied, blinking at him.

“Good. Now, blink once for 'yes', twice for 'no',” he said, “is the chain-user up there?”

You blinked once.

“Good.”

True to his word, his grip on your throat relaxed slightly, and you took in a few desperate gulps of air while he chuckled at you.

“Not so fun when you're the one being held against your will, is it?” Uvogin asked. When you didn't respond, his eyes narrowed and he growled “huh? Didn't I ask you a question?”

“N-no...” you said, finally finding your voice.

“That's what I thought,” he sneered, “before the night is over that chain-user is going to learn a few things, too.”

He looked up at the stairway.

“I'm guessing he's waiting up there for me.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “he-he knew you'd be coming, and he wants to f-fight you by himself.”

That blood-thirsty grin appeared on his face and you shuddered.

“That's great. I can't wait to pummel that guy into nothing.”

He looked back to you.

“But what do I do with you? I can't just let you go, can I?”

His grip was becoming tighter again. Your struggles were renewed, clawing as best you could against him and trying to push him away with your feet.

“Wait-!” you began.

“Settle down.”

He pushed himself against you, the arm that held you up now pressing uncomfortably against your chest while the other went down to hold your leg in place against the wall.

“Where'd that sass from earlier go? Or were you acting like that just because you thought you were safe when I was chained up?”

“Wait-!” you tried again.

“Should've taken my deal,” said Uvogin, “then you wouldn't be here, begging for your life like a pathetic wretch.”

“No-!”

“The underworld is a nasty place, sweetheart. You should've realized that before you signed up for this. I gave you a chance and you threw it away. Now you have nobody to blame but yoursel-”

You had continued to struggle, your free legging pushing against him as best you could, and somehow, one of his legs had ended up between yours, and when his thigh had brushed against your clothed cunt, you gasped.

He stopped talking, looking slightly confused until he looked down.

Moments that felt like small eternities passed in silence while you continued to pull at his hand, managing to wrap one hand around his thumb.

Uvogin began to laugh.

“What, you like that?” he asked, pushing himself harder and grinding against you. You couldn't help the way you blushed, and the shame you felt was overwhelming when he continued to laugh at your expense. The noises leaving your mouth didn't help either, and they didn't stop even when you bit down on your lip to try and keep quiet.

“I didn't peg you for a slut, but I guess you learn something new every day,” Uvogin said, clearly enjoying himself as he continued his ministrations.

“Stop! I don't want this!” you yelled.

“Don't lie to me sweetheart. Not when it's written all over your face just how much you enjoy this.”

He grinned at you.

“You mentioned something earlier about me liking being chained up and wanting to be stepped on,” he whispered, “was that you trying to tell me what you wanted to see?”

“No!”

“I can't believe that. It was too specific of a thing to bring up without being into it. You liked seeing me tied up, huh? Do your colleagues know about that? Do they know how much of a desperate slut you are? I wonder....”

He trailed off, then leaned in closer to whisper directly into your ear.

“Do those nasty little kinks of yours go both ways? Would you like it if I chained you up and tossed you around? What else are you into? I'd love to find out.”

Your hands left his one that held your throat, pushing against his face to try and get him away from you. He didn't budge, not even slightly. All you accomplished was him laughing at you again while your pride was slowly torn to pieces.

Without any warning he let you go, and you tumbled to the floor in front of him. You scrambled back into the corner of the stairwell, one hand raised as you prepared to defend yourself. Uvogin remained relaxed, smirking down at your shaking form in the corner.

“Don't bother trying to do anything; I'm not going to let you hit me with that again,” he said, “if anything you should be grateful.”

“.... Grateful?” you asked incredulously.

“Yeah, because I'm going to let you live.”

“Huh?”

“Tch. That's all you can say to that?” he scoffed, “be a little more happy; you're not dying tonight.”

He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder.

“Once I take care of that chain-user, I'll be back for you. I was actually thinking you might be worth leaving alive anyway; I think my boss might like certain aspects of your abilities. And once he's taken them, I'm sure he won't care if I keep you for myself afterwards.”

You were lost for words and could only shake your head at him.

“I told you earlier,” he said, “the underworld is a nasty place; you've got no one but yourself to blame.”

Finally, finally, he turned and began to make his way up the stairs, leaving you in that corner while you tried to process what just happened and the things he had said. You wanted to run, to at least get out of that stairwell and into a space that felt safer, but until Uvogin was further up those stairs and far away from you, you stayed still.

He paused when he began up the second flight of stairs, looking back to you and speaking your name in a way that made you tense again.

“You can try to run if you want,” he said, his tone more serious and seeming much more collected, “but if you try that, I will find you. And things will be much, much worse for you if you run away, you can count on that.”

He grinned, and somehow this one seemed deadlier than any other you had seen thus far.

“I'll be seeing you.”

And with that, Uvogin continued to make his way up the stairs and to the top suite where Kurapika waited. You heard his footsteps echoing against the metal of the stairs, getting softer as he went further and further up, but you still didn't move. Only when you could barely hear him on the stairs did you finally get up.

Bursting through the door, you all but scrambled to get to somewhere safe. You were a mess, your thoughts all over the place and emotions running wild, and all you could do was pray to whatever God might be listening that Kurapika would be able to dispose of that man.

In his state of zetsu, Shalnark standing behind a corner went unnoticed by you as you ran off. Had he not been listening to your conversation with Uvogin, he would have killed you right there. But instead, he smiled to himself, waiting until you were out of the way completely before entering the stairway himself and continuing to follow Uvogin as he had been all afternoon.

Kurapika didn't come back.

The late night had transformed into morning, and he didn't come back.

The immediate thought shared by the group was that he was dead, and the second one was that Uvogin was going to be coming back for the rest of you.

Basho and Melody were the ones doing best at keeping level heads and trying to keep the group calm. Just because Kurapika isn't back yet doesn't mean he's dead, Melody had told all of you. He'll be back, she assured you.

God you wished you could believe that.

It had been determined that you all should wait until Light Nostrade made it in, then he and Neon would leave with a few of the bodyguards while the rest moved to a different building to continue with the auction. At this point, bidding in an auction was one of the last things you wanted to do, but you had a bad feeling that you wouldn't be one of the lucky bodyguards that would be leaving with the Nostrades.

Uvogin's words repeated themselves in your mind, and every time his name was mentioned you couldn't help the way you shuddered. No one seemed to notice that, however.

Except Melody.

She caught you in the late afternoon when you were alone and asked what was troubling you, citing how rapidly your heart would beat when Uvogin's name was mentioned.

The emotions that you'd been trying to bottle up overflowed and you broke down, full-on crying in front of her as you told her everything. From the time with him in that room to when he'd caught you in the stairwell, you told her every little thing he had said to you, every threat he had made and just how terrified you were of him coming back to get you like he said he would.

Melody had been horrified at your confession, and for the first time in what felt like a long time, you felt genuine compassion from another human being. She held you and rubbed your back in a soothing motion as you sobbed into her.

“He won't get you, I promise,” she said, “everything will be okay. But I'll make sure that you go back with the boss tonight, alright?”

You didn't answer. You just tried your best to calm yourself, wiping away your tears while sobs still hiccuped from your throat.

“Maybe some fresh air would do you some good. Basho was complaining that there weren't any good snacks in the building. How about you run down to the store and grab some things for everyone?” Melody suggested.

“Should.. Should I really leave? Right now?” you asked.

“I'm sure it'll be fine. It's just a quick run to the store, right?”

“.... Okay.”

Grabbing a hoodie on your way out, you pulled up the hood and kept your face down, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying. It felt strange to run such an errand during a time like this, but maybe Melody was right and it would be good for you. And maybe by the time you came back, Kurapika would have returned.

With two plastic bags full of junk food and a few drinks, you had exited the convenience store at the corner, the bell on the door ringing as you stepped outside. There had been a bit of a line behind you so when you were given the change from the cashier, you had hastily thrown it into one of the bags as you were eager to keep the line moving. After leaving the store, you stepped to the side of the building, your back facing the street as you began to dig through the bag you had thrown the change into. It wasn't like it was even that much, but you didn't like the idea of just leaving it in there with everything else.

As your sole focus was on reaching around inside of that bag for the change that had made its way to the very bottom, you didn't notice the large group of people that had come up and were passing by you.

Not until you heard a familiarly deep, boisterous voice that made you freeze.

He was talking to someone, saying something about still being mad that they had followed him. A different voice responded saying that it was a good thing they had done that. There was an answer from him, but you couldn't hear it very well with the way your heart was beating in your ears.

The voices were getting further away now. You tentatively peeked out from under your hood to see if it really was who you thought it was.

Even from behind, there was no mistaking Uvogin in a crowd.

He walked with a group that you recognized some of as being the other spiders that were there with him on the night of the auction attack. Others you didn't recognize, but if they were traveling together, they must have also been part of the troupe. At the head of the group was what looked like a man in a long black coat, seemingly leading the group.

Right in the direction of the Nostrade's hotel.

You swore that your heart was beating so loud they all should have heard it and then you would have been at their mercy. But they continued walking, not paying attention to anyone else around them. Realizing that you hadn't taken a breath since you had heard Uvogin's voice, you let out a soft, shuddery breath as they walked further and further away. They were still close enough for you to see clearly when Uvogin gave a playful slap on the back to the samurai in purple robes, who stumbled forward slightly and began to curse out the taller man.

When he had pushed him forward, you noticed a small piece of folded paper that slipped out of his robes.

The group turned a corner, and only when you couldn't see any of them anymore and you could no longer hear any of their voices did you move, slowly walking forward down the sidewalk, constantly checking to make sure none of them came back as you went for that slip of paper.

Your hands were trembling as you picked it up. Why you were concerning yourself with something they had dropped you didn't know. There were more important things, like getting back to the hotel before them and warning the others, but your brain was in a horribly familiar panic-mode and you weren't thinking straight.

Unfolding the paper, you found a set of pictures – headshots of the Nostrade family bodyguards. Dalzollene's picture had been crossed out, but Basho's, Squala's and everyone else was featured.

But what truly sent you into a panic were the two pictures that had been circled in pen.

One was of Neon.

The other was you.

All you could hear for a bit was your own harsh breathing, unable to focus on anything else while you looked at that bit of paper.

He was doing as he had promised. Uvogin and those others were going back to that building and they were going to kill everyone and then take you.

The remaining time you had to warn the others was slipping away and you stood petrified as you tried to figure out what you could do.

You couldn't fight them.

None of you could. The only one capable of that was Kurapika, and if Uvogin was still walking around, then he had to be dead.

You couldn't fight them.

The paper and the convenience store bags you had been holding fell to the ground as you bolted off in the opposite direction. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you until you were out of breath and aching all over. And even then you continued running. Uvogin's words, the things he did and the way he looked at you were still fresh in your mind. You couldn't face that; you knew you wouldn't win and you just needed to do whatever you could to get away from him.

Even if it meant only saving yourself.

Your kept running, sometimes bumping into people or cars, ignoring them as they yelled at you so you could keep going.

When you were thoroughly exhausted and ready to fall over, you made it to the airport, taking a few seconds to stop and catch your breath, resting your hands on your knees as you were ready to heave out your lungs. One of the airships would have to be departing soon. Buying a ticket wasn't an option; you'd need to go with a riskier route.

You jumped the fence into the airfield and were stopped almost immediately by a security guard.

“I don't know what you're thinking,” he yelled at you, “but you'd better be ready to-”

You focused your nen and a hyacinth formed, and you blew at the petals in the direction of the guard. When the petals hit him, he stopped his rant and his gaze turned blank as he stared at you.

“Let me on to the next departing airship,” you ordered.

“Yes miss.”

He moved robotically, leading you to an airship at the end of the field. Luckily nobody else approached you two. When you controlled someone with this ability, you could only give them three simple orders, and you could only use it on only a few people during a short period of time, and you didn't want to waste any of it using the guard to keep people off your back.

When you reached the airship, you told him “go ask the stewards to meet me at the entrance. And when you're done with that, I want you to go back to your station.”

“Yes miss.”

Once your last order was completed, he would be out of your control and would have no memory of you or anything that happened.

After ordering the stewards to take you to an empty cabin and to not let anyone enter during the flight, you let them go, slumping down in the window side seat after you had locked the door. The airship was taking off, and soon you'd be away from this nightmare.

The others wouldn't, though.

The reality of the situation struck you then, that you really had just run off and left them to fend for themselves. Unless some miracle happened, they were going to die. Melody didn't deserve that. Neither did Squala. Or Basho, or any of the others working for the Nostrades. Neon was a brat and she had proven that she didn't care for you or anyone else who worked for her, but that really wasn't her fault. And even if it was, it didn't mean that she should suffer for it. Not like that.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and you wrapped your arms around your knees as you curled up into your seat, cursing yourself for your cowardice and for just how pathetic you were as the airship lifted you higher.

The story you read months later was that of a mystery disappearance of multiple people in the hotel owned by the Nostrades. The bodyguards and employees had all vanished, leaving behind hotel rooms filled with signs of violence, but no sort of blood or bodies in sight. The only one left was a thoroughly traumatized Neon who could barely speak and was unable to offer any explanation as to what had happened. Not even her father was able to get her to speak. Nor could he get her to use her ability, and without his daughter's fortune telling, he lost that place he had carved for himself in the mafia community and quickly fell from grace.

The articles in magazines and newspapers focused more on that aspect of the story, of the millionaire who fell from his high social standing. No one seemed to care much about the people that had vanished. Very few articles mentioned the bodyguards, and fewer still bothered to name any of them. Your name had been listed in one of those articles as one of those who were missing, but what had made you sick was reading the names of the others and knowing that they weren't missing, but that they were dead.

'This was what you chose,' you told yourself bitterly. Instead of trying to take on the troupe in an effort to save them, you ran away like a coward. Though it wasn't like anything would have changed if you had confronted them, but maybe if you had, you wouldn't need to live with the guilt of knowing that you did nothing to try and help.

You were just too weak.

The world of the hunters, that thing that you had worked towards for so long, having gone through that exam so many times and coming so close to death every time you did, was no longer something you wanted to be apart of. The dream that you had of everything being alright in your life if you could just get that license was shattered after learning about nen. Even with that treasured license, you were still so horribly insignificant in this world, and the power that you held was ultimately meaningless in the long run.

After that eye-opening experience, and after everything you had been through in Yorknew, all you wanted was to go back to a normal life.

You sold your license and made a new home for yourself on the other side of the world, far away from Yorknew and anything remotely to do with the mafia community. You lived in a humble apartment and worked a decent job while you lived life with your head facing down, staying under the radar as best you could. Just existing with yourself as best you could.

Not a day went by that you didn't think about the people you had abandoned, or the words Uvogin had said to you on the stairs. That he would find you if you ran, and that the consequences would be worse for you if you did that. Months had gone by since that day, but your anxiety didn't allow you to relax in the slightest; he had been confident in his words, and after everything you had seen, you were certain that he wouldn't give up on finding you that easily.

Time had continued, and you were coming up on almost a year since the incidents in Yorknew. Returning late to your apartment after your shift, you were struggling to keep yourself awake as you slipped the key into the front door lock. You were ready to pass out as you entered, turning as you shut the door behind yourself. Had you been a bit more alert, you might have noticed the light that was on within your apartment that shouldn't have been on, or the shadow that loomed behind you the second you turned your back to lock the door.

What you did notice were the two strong arms that wrapped around your form and pulled you against a solid chest, and the breath that tickled against your ear as a terribly familiar voice whispered to you, putting you on full alert as you realized who held you.

“Gotcha.”

And like that, your time of living in hiding came to an end.

#yandere hunter x hunter #Uvogin #hxh uvogin #uvo x reader #yandere hxh #yandere #yandere x reader #kurapika #melody hxh #dalzollene #reader insert

[beyondspaceandstars]

While You Sleep

Chapter 8

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: fluff, mentions of violence Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier. 

(a/n: i promise i have other writings in the work outside this fic kdsfjlajdf i maybe have part 2 of ‘Around Your Neck’ coming up............)

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You spent the rest of your night trying to redial Bucky’s number. Every single time you just got his voicemail, eventually filling it to the max with pleas for him to call you back. You apologized countless times through texts, begging him to not feel bad and to let you two sit down and discuss it.

But he had really gone radio silence. 

The only real beacon of hope for you was that you could still feel him. You still felt that attachment, the connection of soulmates. He hadn’t totally pushed you out, at least. That was all you could see as far as positives. 

As you went to bed that night, the darkness of the situation was still encompassing you. Even the world seemed to be upset with it as the second you laid your head down, it began storming. 

You fell asleep to sounds of rain hitting the windows and thunder booming across the city. The nightmares engulfed you once more with no signs of your Bucky making appearances this time. Instead, the feelings of dread ran through your body. Bone, skin, blood, and all. It was like an old friend coming to visit. 

The images were nearly the same as well as the asset was back using his knives and terrorizing unsuspecting victims. You couldn’t fight but why would you? You felt lost and defeated as you were engrossed in the metaphorical trenches of the life and missions of the Winter Soldier.

***

You had only been asleep for a few hours when your phone started ringing. Slightly thankful the sound pulled you awake before you had to see another man slaughtered, you jumped up from your bed, diving for the phone. 

The screen shone brightly in the dark of night. It was him. You nearly cried out as you hit ‘accept.’

“Bucky?”

“Can you let me in?” His voice was slowly getting drowned out by the rain. You frowned, confused.

Heading to your front door, you popped your head out, looking down the stairs at the building’s entrance. Bucky was staring at the ground outside. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to let me in.” He finally looked up, meeting your eyes through the glassdoor. It was not exactly a pretty sight. He looked tormented standing there damp from the rain. You couldn’t speak, just nodded and hung up. Without much care for your current state, draped in an oversized t-shirt and sleeping shorts, you ran down the stairs. 

Once you unlocked the door, Bucky entered the lobby without so much of a glance at you. Wordlessly, you walked back up the stairs to your apartment, letting Bucky follow.

You introduced him to your apartment, showing him the couch where he could take a seat. This certainly was not how you expected his first time in your home would be but you didn’t have much time to mourn it. 

You opted to stay standing, watching as Bucky shifted uncomfortably. He wouldn't look at you yet but you could feel the anger radiating from him. You didn’t know what to do now.

“D-Do y-you want any water or something?” 

Bucky shook his head. “I’m sorry I hung up on you.”

Sighing, you said, “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I know, I know,” He insisted, sounding so defeated. He leaned back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating. “It’s just… After yesterday morning, I thought I understood what you…you had seen but I didn’t want to accept it, okay? I didn’t want to think it was true. I wanted to believe that my fucking soulmate was learning the better things about me. Actual things about me, not...not that goddamn monster they created.”

A familiar ache came over you hearing his words. This must’ve been really a lot for him if he finally said the word. You didn’t even have time to celebrate it.

You couldn’t help yourself as you crossed the living room and took a seat next to him on the couch like something was actually pulling you to him. He was still staring at the ceiling while you turned towards him, fingers uncontrollably fiddling in nervousness. 

“I didn’t want to tell you,” you admitted. “At first they were everything in my life, inescapable. The nightmares-,”

Bucky cut you off with a scoff. “Nightmares.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry, I know that’s unfair to you for me to describe them like that but they weren’t exactly pleasant,” you said. “The nightmares were everywhere and...and the feelings, the images… Even just tonight they-,”

His head whipped towards you. “You still have them?”

“Bucky, you need to let me speak.” He nodded and you tried to collect yourself before continuing, “Everything, from the emotions to the images of those terrifying things, hit me hard, and while, yes, it’s scary and it’s been scary for a very, very long time… I don’t think it should completely matter. I can’t change them - you certainly can’t change them - and they definitely do not represent the man sitting next to me in any way, shape, or form.”

Bucky's hard expression got softer at your reassurance. You had told him this yesterday morning but you felt now you were actually getting somewhere. You were getting your thoughts out there and maybe, just maybe, he’d accept them as facts.

His tone was rough but his words were soft as he began to speak again. “I told you that while you’re with me you won’t ever be hurt or have to worry.” You nodded, remembering the promise in passing. “So it kills me that I can’t fix this. I-I didn’t know about all that, really, and it’s hard realizing you’ve had to deal with consequences from my actions. You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve anything like this.”

You tried to muster up a small smile, trying to assure Bucky you were okay. He didn’t look convinced, though. 

“It’s not ideal, no,” you shrugged, “but it’s leading me to you, so, maybe there’s something in it. I think Fate knows what it’s doing, at least most of the time.”

A little smile just barely formed on Bucky’s lips. It wasn’t much but at least he didn’t look like he was ready to punch a wall in your already run-down apartment. 

“Besides, it’s not all bad,” you continued, wanting to at least bring something positive to this conservation. Bucky raised his brows, curiously. “I did have a nice dream that night after dinner. I saw you reading.”

He looked almost relieved. “I guess all we can do is hope those continue.” A beat. “I’m amazed you even allowed me in your apartment.” 

Your jaw went slack, unsure of where this statement was coming from. “Well of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want that?”

Bucky turned away and that rough look of his came back. Your attempts to lighten everything were taking a nosedive apparently, but you couldn’t ask him to avoid or suppress his feelings. You guessed it was better to get these things out in the open.

Bucky eventually asked, “How can you just be okay with everything?” 

This time, you looked away, turning to look out the window opposite of you two. The rain was still coming down steadily. “You haven’t really given me a reason to not be okay with everything.”

Your words were bold, the conversation was bold, and to keep with the theme, you boldly grabbed his hand to hold. You ran your thumb over the back of it in circular motions, trying to calm him. He didn’t pull away, thankfully. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I-I get nervous about all this.”

You chuckled softly, “Me too.”

Bucky hummed, contently. He leaned in a bit closer to you and gave your hand a squeeze. You shifted into his side, wrapping your other hand around his arm, accepting the closeness of you two. 

You decided to break the comfortable silence, trying your magic once again to carry a brighter conversation. “Why didn’t you tell Steve about us?”

Unexpectedly, Bucky chuckled lowly at the question. Your interest peaked greatly. 

“Forgive me if I just want to explore all this new territory with you and only you.” 

“New territory?”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes. “You just want me to say it again.”

You let out a fake, dramatic gasp. “James, you’re ridiculous.”

You heard him chuckle. His body shifted slightly closer to you. “I want to explore this… this soulmate thing with you. Only you. At least for now. Down the line, I have no problem showing you off but for now… It’s us.”

Soulmate. Us. 

The words rang happily in your ears. Now it really felt real. Him acknowledging it truly, wholeheartedly, and not just in the heat of an argument made shivers run through your body. 

“Us,” you repeated, a goofy grin unable to be suppressed came about on your lips. “I’m okay with that.” You let out a bit of a dreamy sigh. “You know, this all feels really new and really old at the same time.”

Bucky chuckled, “I think that’s how these things work, right?” His other hand came to lay on top of yours gently. “We feel like we’ve known each other for years because, well, I think in some twisted way we kind of have.”

You contemplated the idea, realizing you felt that very deeply. You had and had not known him for almost your whole life. While Bucky wasn’t in the exact form you learned about him in, there was something within him, the actual him, you felt you knew like the back of your hand. 

“We need to go out again,” you finally said, worried continuing with such sentiments would make you emotional for the millionth time tonight. Bucky seemed to welcome this change.

“Are you asking me out on a second date, sweetheart?”

Butterflies filled your stomach. “Well, you weren’t making any move to do it,” you shrugged, shooting Bucky a playful look. He responded with a dramatic eye roll. 

“Maybe I like a woman who takes charge,” he said, shooting you an award-winning, knowing smirk. 

You gasped, your neck suddenly getting hot. Actually, you felt much of yourself getting warm from the little innuendo hidden within his tone. Words were suddenly getting lost on your tongue as your brain short-circuited. You mumbled, “A second date could definitely be fun.”

Bucky let out a room-filling laugh at your sudden nervousness. The twinkle in his eyes told you he would enjoy making these little teasing comments to you from now on. 

“How about tomorrow night, doll? Good night for a second date, don’t you think? Assuming you actually want to see me after tonight’s fiasco.”

You nodded, ignoring his self-deprecation. You couldn’t talk it out of him so actions maybe had to speak louder. “What should we do?”

Bucky waved a hand in dismissal. “You let me handle it. I’ll surprise you.”

“I thought you liked it when a woman took charge?” Now your smirk was just as evil and mischievous. Bucky raised his brows in surprise but rolled with it. He had quite the silver tongue you found. 

“Sure do,” he said, “but a man still has to make sure he takes care of his lady, too.”

You giggled and cozied up into his side, very much enjoying the sound of that. “Fine. Take the reins, Bucky.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #the winter soldier #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #mcu fic #angst #fluff #bucky fic #soulmate au #writing* #avengers

[reluctant-mandalore]

may i request din finding out his s/o is a sith lord when they go to rescue grogu and later while cuddling have a “Tell me every terrible thing you’ve done and let me love you anyways” moment

Warnings: hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling, sith!reader, established relationship, playing with canon, kissing, not beta read. 

Word Count: 3679

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader (also sith!Reader) 

a/n: Hey anon!! Thank you so much for the request and sorry its taken so long for me to finish it! I hit a huge writing block with requests and decided to focus on other works. That combined with how busy school got, I fell super behind on fics. Anyway, the concept of sith!reader was really fun to explore and honestly it was something I wanted to explore long before I got this request. I might write a few other things for sith reader of y’all are interested. Otherwise I hope you all enjoy <3 

Note: fic will be labeled as ‘secrets revealed’ on my masterlist and on ao3. 

“Look at you darling! Switching sides must come really easily for you, hm?”

Moff Gideon’s words had echoed throughout the cockpit, his image flickering within the hologram that shined before the three of you currently stood there. A sharp pain of dread had bubbled within you at the weight of what he had said, unease finding itself littering within your thoughts as the meaning behind it had settled among you all. You knew eventually this would come up, but had you thought you would have more time before it did. Honestly you didn’t think it would be here so soon, otherwise you would have already prepared yourself for this discussion with the Mandalorian.

“What?”

“Oh you didn’t know Mando?” Moff Gideon had smirked, his smile the most sickening thing you had ever laid your sights on, “Your little friend there is a sith.”

The Mandalorian’s gaze had snapped to yours in an instant, confusion and concern held within its blistering depth. He didn’t know much in regards to the sith, but he had learned well enough about them in his time traveling with the child. He had heard the horrors of what they had done—the wars they had raged and slaughters they had committed—he knew that the sith weren’t good. In fact they were the exact opposite of good. The sith were dark and evil on all accounts.

“That… That’s not true.” He had said in disbelief, the idea of you being one of them seeming so unlikely to him. You had always been so sweet and kind, treating the child as if he was your own. Even caring for him and the Mandalorian as if you were family. You couldn’t be a sith. “He’s lying. Right cyar’ika?”

Unmistakable shame had consumed you at his words, and you had looked away from him at his pleading question. You couldn’t seem to form an answer, and honestly you didn’t know if you wanted to, especially not with how he was looking at you in the moment.

“Mando listen… I-”

“-And,” Gideon’s voice had cut you off, his enjoyment of your suffering in the situation clear in just his tone alone, “They’ve been working with me the entire time. Well. They were at least. Doesn’t seem like you’ll be bringing me the child anytime soon there, especially not when you’re playing house with a Mandalorian.”

At the imperial’s words, Din’s gaze had finally moved from yours and down to the child that was still held tightly in your arms. His fingers visibly twitching with the sudden need to snatch the little one from your grasp. His concern and worry was evident even with the helmet that shielded his expression from your view. The sight of which had only caused for your heart to crack with sadness at the mistrust he was sending your way.

“Well congratulations my dear sith lord on your happily ever after!” Gideon had said as he ended off his call with a laugh. The holopad shutting off soon after, and allowing for a deathly silence to fall over the room once more. The air of the small space now feeling tight, and almost suffocating, as you two stared at one another for what felt like an eternity.

The Mandalorian had approached you cautiously after some time. Every step he took calculated, and slower, the closer he got. He had soon nearly snatched the child from your grasp—almost as if touching you for even the slightest of seconds would have burned him—now shielding the little one away from your prying eyes, and whatever evil he must have thought you carried.

You couldn’t blame him of course. As you probably would have reacted in the same way if you were in his shoes, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to see your beloved Mandalorian responding like this to the news. It hurt to see his mistrust in you.  

“Din…”

“Let’s get out of here.” He had replied sternly, setting the child down in his own seat far away on the other side of the room, before motioning for you to take the other opposite one. “We need to get as far away from here as possible. Don’t want Gideon catching up.”

Another wave of pain had washed over you at his sudden coldness, causing your eyes to brim with tears, as you had nodded and followed the Mandalorian’s directions anyway. You didn’t have the heart to argue or even defend yourself at this time. Din was right after all, you three needed to leave the area as quickly as possible. The Imperial and his ship were surely close on your tail if he had felt the need to speak with you over the communicator.

The ride to the next planet was dreadfully quiet. Not even the child had cooed or chattered on the way there. Instead he had simply stared between you two with lowered ears and wide confused eyes. He had to have known something was going on, though it was unclear if he knew exactly what had been said and done.

Eventually the ship had landed flawlessly thanks to the Mandalorian’s piloting. Than a quick check of the area had made it apparent that you three had managed to escape the Empire’s hold once again.

You had watched as the Mandalorian fiddled with the control panel. He was making sure the ship was settled and secure just as he always did after landing, though this time you could see the unease in each of his movements. He hadn’t said a word to you yet, but you knew the two of you would have to talk about what happened sooner or later. Better now than never.

“Din I think we need to talk.”

“I’m putting the kid to bed.” He had stated simply, not even looking at you as he stood from his and made his way down to the hold with the child in toe,  “It's way past his bedtime.”

You didn’t say anything in response to his words after he had left you alone in the cockpit. Instead you had chosen to move down into the hull and to your own cot silently, as you figured that you wouldn’t push him to talk tonight. Though of course, this reasoning of yours hadn’t stopped the feeling of guilt and despair settling firmly within your gut from the brisk interaction.

The sheets there were stiff and cold as you laid within them. Clearly they hadn’t been used in a long while, as you usually choose to share the sleeping quarters which belonged to the Mandalorian with him. Both of you had enjoyed the other's presence more than sleeping alone, and with your growing relationship, it just seemed normal for you two to begin sleeping in the same bed.

Tonight of course would be the first in a long time where you would be sleeping alone again.

From your cot you could take in the sight of Din rocking the child, as he tried to sooth the little one into resting. He had seemed to struggle with it tonight. The kid was far too restless to want to sleep any time soon—regardless of the long day he had just suffered through. You had watched the two of them for another moment, smiling sadly, before closing the curtain which had once provided you with privacy. Although tonight it had only felt like another wall between you and your family. Now existing only as a reminder of the details of your life you had hidden from them all this time.

Din had eventually managed to get the kid to lay down and sleep. A sigh of relief could be heard from the other side of the curtain that had separated your space from the surrounding area. More rustling and the clicking of metal could be heard shortly after. The sound of it making you realize that he was now getting himself ready for bed. You had figured he wouldn’t be coming to see you that night, but the confirmation had still felt icy to your heart, and you found yourself once again on the brink of crying.

That’s probably why the knock on the wall next to your cot was such a shock to you. It was Din’s usual way of asking for permission to enter your enclosed space. He was always kind and considerate, wanting to make sure that you were always comfortable regardless of whatever else had happened. Tonight seemed to be no different in this regard at least, and you took comfort in what little normality you could hold onto.

“You can come in.” You had answered quietly, propping yourself up as you watched him pull the curtain back to let himself in, forcing a smile at the sight of him entering. “Is the kid ok?”

The Mandalorian had already stripped himself down to his under clothes and helmet. The metal shield which still remained over his face was a clear sign that he had been feeling uncomfortable and uneasy in the moment. You two had been together for a long while now, and he had ended up showing you his face some months ago. It was still only a recent development in your blossoming relationship, and it was one you were sure you had just ruined for the man with your lies now unraveled.

No wonder he had chosen to keep it on this fateful night.

“He took longer to put down than usual.” He had said when your gaze had locked with his visor, though he had soon broken the contact all too quickly, looking away as he stood awkwardly before you. “He seems restless.”

“That’s surprising.” You had said, though your mind wondered if the child was so restless because he could tell his parents were currently at odds with one another. “You’d think after the long day he’s had he would be exhausted.”

The Mandalorian had only let out a grunt in reply, sitting himself next to you on the cot as another silence had fallen between you two. He had looked down to his hands, twiddling them nervously, as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. He had looked up again briefly, as if he was trying to gage your expression, or even understand what you must have been thinking, but he had ended up lowering his sight again before finally deciding on what to say to you.

“So you’re a sith lord.”

The way he had gone straight to the point had almost made you feel surprised, but knowing him well, meant knowing that he was one to never beat around the bush. This was especially true when it came to important topics or situations, and even more so when they involved the child.

“Well no—I mean yes—but it's complicated and…” You had trailed off, looking away from him again as you tried to piece together exactly what you had wanted to tell him. Although you knew you had to tell him the truth regardless of how you felt and how much you wish you could just bury your past away from his sight. “Yes. At least at one point I was, not really sure if I count as one now.”

“Why?”

“I… I don’t know.” You had said, another wave of guilt washing over you at your words. Honestly you had felt unsure of what to say, or even how to explain it all to him. It wasn’t as if you had planned for your life to have gone that way. “Din I’m so sorry”

The Mandalorian had looked over at you, his own confession clear in just his voice alone, “Why are you apologizing?”

“I mean… I’ve done terrible things.”

“So have I.”

“No Din.” You choked out a sob, your lip trembling between each word that was spoken between you two, finding that you weren’t able to keep your tears in any longer. “I’ve actually done unspeakable things. I’m quite literally the worst of the worst.”

To your shock, his arms had moved to pull you into his chest, and you had found yourself cradled there as he hummed in a calming manor. “Tell me everything Cyar’ika.”

Those words from your love were the last ones to bring your already crumbling walls down. Your confession soon spilling out of you like the fiercest of storms. It seemed to have no end as you had rambled all your wrong doings to the man before you. All the way from how you had fallen, to the mission you had received from moff Gideon, and everything in between—there was nothing that wasn’t revealed by you to him in that moment.

Every confession had only brought more tears to flow from you, and as they piled higher you knew you had become closer to losing the man you loved. You had expected him to be disgusted and furious. You had assumed he would toss you aside and leave you to wallow in your disgrace. Any sane person would have, and you wouldn’t blame them.

The Mandalorian had done the opposite though, instead choosing to hold you close to him, as you talked and talked. Your whole life and terrible deeds being fed to him one by one. Even then he had never let go of you—even when hearing the worst things you had ever done—he had just kept you held tight in his arms while listening.

Eventually your words had died out, your confession of sins over as you now silently cried in his arms. His embrace had remained as a calming presence, and his shoulder had become a sturdy place for you to cry into, as you only broke down further into his arms. His hand had gently run soothingly circles along your spine—the same way that you had done for him on some of his worst nights—and his voice had been soft as he spoke reassurance to you in the most softest of tones.  

“I’m sorry.” You had mumbled again into his chest. “Din I’m so sorry about everything.”

“Was what he said true? About the child and your mission.” Din had asked, whatever he was feeling now unreadable, as he had waited for your response.

You had only nodded in reply at first, burying your face farther into the crook of his neck, though you knew you did not deserve such a comfort. “It is. All of it. I was supposed to take him from you after earning your trust and then take him back to Moff Gideon—leaving you for dead.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Din’s question had made you pull back and look away. A wave of heat washing over you at the answer which danced at the tip of your tongue. He had waited patiently for your reply though, allowing you to take as much time as you needed to form your thoughts together properly.

“Because I fell in love with you. I love you so much Din.” You had whispered as you looked back to him. His grip on you only tightening at hearing those words leave your lips. “I fell in love with you and the child. You’re the most important things to me. I’ve never had a family before now, but you two… you both treated me as such without a second thought.”

A sound of the child crying had interrupted you both before Din could form a reply, and he had found himself letting go of you, so he could stand and go to sooth the little one. You had quickly stopped him though, looking up at him through pleading and tear stained eyes.

“I… can I? Please?”

Din had stared at you for a moment, and it felt as if you would combust on the spot if he didn’t answer soon. After a brief silence, he had moved his own hand to brush away the tears on your cheek. The feeling of his skin against yours a comfort that you had found yourself leaning into while also basking in the warmth it had brought.

“Of course cyar’ika.”

From his words, you had soon stood and quickly made your way to the child. Even sooner, you had scooped the crying infant into your arms, rocking him back and worth, as you did your best to soothe him. A quiet and soft hum leaving you as you calmed the little child wailing in your arms.

The Mandalorian had watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling and overflowing with his fondness at the sight of the two of you together. He had continued watching even after the child’s cries had subsided, his gaze never leaving you two, as you had tucked the little creature back into his bed. He had soon stood again from the cot after that, quietly removing the helmet he wore and setting it to the side, before making his way over to where you still stood watching over the resting child.

“I love you too cyar’ika.” He had whispered when his body pressed into yours, his breath ghosting over your ear, as he pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of your neck. The scuff on his chin tickling you and sending another flush of warmth to coarse through your form again.

A small gasp had left your lips at his sudden touch and a few stray tears had formed at the corner of your eyes once more. “Din I… are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Even after everything I told you?” You had turned in his arms and felt your grip tighten along his own. Your eyes searching his for any doubt that they may have held, but instead only finding his undeniable love and fondness staring back at you within his brown hues. “Do you really still love me?”

“Yes cyar’ika. I still love you.” He had said, a small smile gracing his lips, as he nuzzled his nose against your own. “I never stopped.”

“But earlier...”

“I won’t lie, I was concerned and worried after hearing what Moff Gideon had said.” He had confessed, looking away almost shamefully, “I was scared that everything between us was a lie, and I feared that the child was in danger, or maybe had been for longer than I thought he was. I was afraid cyar’ika. I’m sorry.”

You had looked away again, another ping of guilt blossoming within your heart at the sadness you had heard in his voice, “I… Din I don’t know what to say honestly. Other than the fact that it's not you who should be apologizing.”

“Don’t be like that cyar’ika.” He had said gently, allowing himself to press another kiss to your forehead. “Now come on. It’s late, and you look exhausted.”

The Mandalorian had soon guided you to the cot again, and you had found yourself settled against his chest while wrapped tightly in his arms. Out of the corner of your eye, you could still see where the child slept soundly, and you had found yourself watching over him as you both laid there together in the darkness. The sound of the littles snores from the small creature, having brought a small smile to your face, before your mind had begun to wander back to earlier times.

“He knows.” You had said out of the blue, your tired voice causing the man’s eyes to flicker open and glance back down to you in his arms.

“Who?”

“The child.” You had replied, finally looking away from where the child slept, as you played and toyed anxiously with Din’s fingers that had intertwined themselves with yours.  “He must have felt it through the force. He could always tell what I was, and could always sense the darkness within me. He’s always known.”

“Hm. Is that why he didn’t like you at first?” Din had teased, and you felt his lips smile against your skin where they had rested themselves earlier.  

“Probably.” You had allowed yourself to chuckle at the thought. The little creature really hadn’t liked you at first, always throwing up a fit and glaring at you when he thought you had gotten too close to Din. “I don’t blame him, the sith and jedi aren’t exactly on good terms.”

“So I’ve heard.”

A smile played on your lips at his reply, and you snuggled yourself more into his chest at the feeling of his hand trailing along your back. The circles he drew causing small shivers and a wave of warmth to flow through you again. The gesture having relaxed you and allowed for your thoughts to teeter on the edge of sleep.

“I meant what I said you know? About everything.” You had mumbled with another yawn, as your eyes struggled to stay open, “I really do love you and Grogu.”

“I know, and we both love you as well.” Din had shushed you, allowing himself to kiss your forehead and mumble his own reassurance again. “Now get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning once you’ve rested, ok?”

You had nodded, resisting the tears that had tried to fall from your eyes again, as you had completely relaxed into his arms now. The need for sleep pulling you closer and closer to the dreamland you had so desired in the moment.

Din on the other hand had continued to draw shapes along your back, his eyes closed, as he murmured and hummed the sweetest of things into the kisses he left along your skin. Somewhere deep inside of your soul you had felt as if you didn’t deserve his kindness and love, but you had found yourself drowning within his affections anyway, clinging to his presence in a refusal to let it go.

The Mandalorian had no plans of letting you go anyway. He would hold you within his embrace and love you for as long as you allowed him to. Through the bad and the good—he’d be by your side even through the toughest of times. After all, you were a part of his little clan of three, and regardless of your past—he loved you like no other.

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KNY - Demon Slayer  Kyojuro Rengoku x gn!reader fluff one shot

• Welcome Home •

Summary: Kyojurou comes home from a mission, after being deprived of him, feelings start unfolding and relations go forward

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Kyojurou Rengoku x gn!reader

It’s been 4 days ever since Kyojuro left for a mission. He mentioned it was quite a bit away, but you didn’t expect him to be gone for this long. You’ve been training under his wing for over a year now and you’ve made a lot of progress since then. You’ve been a demon slayer ever since you were 14, but it wasn’t till recently you started working with a hashira in hopes of becoming one. Rengoku saw a lot of potential in you, even if you two were close in age. “You still have plenty of time to become a hashira,” he tells you over and over. “Stay focused, concentrate on your breathing, and set your heart ablaze.”

You spend a lot of time during the day with Kyo. Whenever you’re not training, you, Kyojuro, and Senjuro will have fun together and hang out. You were very close to the Rengoku family, even Shinjuro somewhat enjoyed having you around. Senjuro likes to spy on your training, he likes to tease you about liking his brother.

Even though it’s only been 4 days, you missed him a lot. You couldn’t wait to see him come back home and spend every minute with him. He wasn’t battling an upper or lower moon demon, but 5 amateur demons in a small village north. Perhaps he got held up with another mission? Or maybe he was in a clinic residence? Surely his crow would’ve come and updated you by now. You started getting anxious about his whereabouts when suddenly Senjuro came running towards you screaming.

“[Reader]!! Kyo is home! He just got here!” upon those words, you jumped to your feet faster than lightning, sprinting to the front of the Rengoku manor. “Kyojuro!” You ran to him at full speed tackling him into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re home, big bro! [reader], and I was so worried!” Senjuro joined the tackle as you both laid on top of Kyojuro on the ground. “Well, you both must be happy to see me considering you tackled me to the ground,” Kyojuro stated.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” you looked up at him into his eyes. He looked uninjured but he didn’t look as joyful as always. “How was your mission? And how are you feeling?” You helped both Kyo and Senjuro up and walked alongside them both inside. “My mission was successful. Unfortunately the demons I had to slaughter had pretty bad reasoning forever becoming a demon, I may have even been a little touched by their stories. But I assure you they died peacefully and free from the pain that has been thrown to them. As for me, I feel great. Left without any severe injuries.”

“What took you so long?” Senjuro looked up at his brother with concern. “Ah. After my mission, I was called to join Shinazugawa on his task. He ended up getting another slash so I stayed with him for two days while he was recovering at the Butterfly Mansion. I’m sorry I didn’t send a message. You both must’ve been so worried.”

You took his hand in yours, “Don’t worry about it, Kyo. We’re just glad you’re safe. Now come inside, I’m making dinner. And it’s your favorite! Sweet Potato salad.” You’ve never seen that man run faster into the house, him and his sweet potatoes.

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“Tasty!” You sat next to him as Kyojuro finished off his 5th plate. You chuckled, “I’m so glad you enjoy it. I’ve missed you so much I made sure to make it extra special.” Senjuro finished his plate quite a bit ago and went out to do some garden work before sunset.

“Tasty! Thank you so much, [reader]. I thoroughly enjoyed it. The best meal I’ve had in a hot minute.” His smile was always so bright, and it never failed to make you smile in return. You stood up adjusting your attire and took your and Kyojuro’s bowls to be washed. “It’s starting to get late. The sun will be down soon. I should probably get going,” you said. “I’m really glad you’re home Kyo. Are we training tomorrow?”

“Actually, do you think you could stay here tonight?” he asked. “I want to stay up and have a conversation with you.” He sounded pretty serious, but who were you to decline. “Oh- alright. That shouldn’t be a problem then. Should I tell Shinjuro?” Kyo shook his head, implying his father probably wouldn’t even notice you spent the night, considering he spends most of his time in his room.

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You and Kyojuro sat together in the garden looking up into the stars. “I missed you a lot, [reader] while I was on my mission.” His voice was softer than it normally is, also keeping a low tone since Senjuro and Shinjuro are sleeping. “When I listened to Sanemi talk about how much he missed his girlfriend back home, it made me think about how lucky I am to come home to you, my brother, and my father.” he cleared his throat turning his face towards yours. “Thank you so much, [reader]. For always being there for me and my family.”

You couldn’t help but get a little flush from his words. He always knew what to say to pull your heartstrings. His love and praise always sent butterflies to your stomach, and he cared about you more than anyone else. “I’m hoping that you feel the same,” he breaks the small silence. “I’m hoping that you feel the same way I do about you, [reader]. I realized I want to be with you more than just a friend.” His eyes were filled with love as he stared at you.

“Kyo, where is this coming from? I’m not complaining. But I’m curious.”

“While staying with Sanemi, and hearing about how much he loves his girlfriend, and why. It made me realize that everything he said was the same reason why I love you,” he grabs your hand and places a soft kiss on top of your knuckles. “Please tell me you love me too,”

“I do.”

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You spent that night cuddling with Kyojuro and falling asleep in his arms. The next day, you planned to have a day with just him. You wanted to go to the city and visit shops together, and meet up with Tengen and Obanai for lunch. “Two bowls of udon please.” The four of you sat together enjoying the food and time together. You and Obanai have always been close too. When you first started training under Rengoku, he would visit to join the training as well. But after a while, he stopped coming. Kyojuro believes it’s because he spends his time with Mitsuri.

“We should get going,” Tengen said. “My wives are gonna pester me about not spending enough time with them. “Yeah. I should get going too. Mitsuri and I have plans,” Obanai left behind Tengen leaving you and Kyojuro alone. It was hard to believe that this was the first day of being Kyojuro’s significant other. You were both so open to each other, and nothing felt odd. He was even starting to look more handsome than before, but that may just be because you fall in love with him all over again every time you see him.

“What do you say, [reader]? Shall we head back? We can either go to my residence or yours.” It wasn’t often that he came home with you. He did once but you never invited him back over because your family was kind of loud. As if Rengoku wasn’t loud either. “Let’s go back to your place. My family might be home and I don’t want to deal with them right now.” as the two of you headed back, Kyojuro paused and picked up flowers from the ground, handing multiple to you. “They’re radiant, like you.” Again, his words never fail to swoon.

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For the next two weeks, you and Rengoku spent every moment together. But of course, you had to include Senjuro here and there. You started growing closer and closer, thinking it was impossible since you were already so close. Being with Rengoku felt like time stopped. And that you two were the only ones alive. He showered you in love and appreciation, and he never once allowed you to feel incompetent. He never wants to let you go, and he couldn’t feel more blessed to be with you. “I love you, [reader].”

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The Auction, Pt. 2

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: discussion of sex work, "being bidded on/purchased" touching of reader - but its consensual, vaginal fingering, language. WC: 2K.

You met with the brains of the organization for a long time. Her name was Cordelia and according to her, you were “a perfect candidate” as she eyed you up and down.

“How does this work? Is this safe? ” You asked, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes. “How much of a cut do I get? And don't bullshit me.”

“Ah, I’ve always appreciated a woman who gets down to brass tacks.” Cordelia replied. “The cut is 50/50, off the books. We’ll screen your sexual health, of course. While those results are pending, we’ll vet you - make sure you’re of sanity and have no criminal background. This is all done behind closed doors - no one in your immediate life would be the wiser. If that’s all clear, we will arrange the date for the auction. In the meantime, we like to invest in our ladies once they’re cleared - meaning we’ll make arrangements for hair, makeup, clothes, and the like.”

You swallowed hard. “I can assure you, I’m clean. I haven’t had many partners prior.”

Cordelia nodded. “Well, then we have nothing to worry about.”

**

Your test results came and you received a clean bill of health. The next step was to be primped and polished. Naturally you were middle of the road - some days you could be really girly and other days, not. You weren’t tethered to any one style. But it had been awhile since you were ever able to relax, so when you were sent to a spa for a day of treatment, you jumped at the chance.

After, it was onto shopping.

You felt like Vivian from Pretty Woman as salespersons brought you dress after dress while you got your hair and makeup done. The request from Cordelia was ‘sexy, not slutty.’

You settled on a red hot mini dress with a v-neckline and center ruching for added dimension. Finishing the look was a pair of simple heels that showed off your toned gams and a pair of jeweled hoop earrings. You hardly recognized yourself in your reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror in the store. ‘This is one night; you’re playing a role.’ You told yourself. You figured if you repeated it enough times, you’d believe it.

An unmarked car came to collect you once you were done, driving you straight to the location where the auction was taking place.

You knew there would be other women there from Bonnie. What you didn’t realize was that you’d be going very last. Your nerves were starting to fry and your stomach was twisted in knots. You sipped water through a straw so as to not ruin your lipstick. Finally, there was a rap on the door and Cordelia poked her head in.

“Darling, it’s your time to shine. Now go earn your worth.”

**

You could hear raucous laughter, cheering and applause from behind where you stood. The music pounded and you could feel it in your bones.

Finally, the door opened - it was pitch black on the other side, save a spotlight. You said a quick prayer, even though you weren’t very religious as you stepped into the light.

Once there, the light adjusted to a more dim version and you were able to focus your vision on the crowd before you. Music played quietly in the background before a woman began to speak - someone who sounded very much like Cordelia.

What she says next and what is said after, is all blur. Bids begin to roll in and it’s in that moment you realized you were nothing more than a hooker, using your body as a means to an end. Humiliation flowed through you - you didn’t feel like you - you didn’t feel as good as you thought. Instead your worth was measured in bank rolls.

You scanned the room, men of all shapes, sizes, colors and creeds were there, waving their black AmEx cards like they were charging a steak dinner. And that’s how you felt - you were a lamb being slaughtered.

The gavel banged and you heard Cordelia exclaim, “Sold! To Mr. Bryan Kneef for two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

You whipped your head at Cordelia. Had you heard her correctly? Two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars? The fact that you got to keep half made your head spin.

“And that concludes tonight’s auction. Winners may come to collect their prizes in the back.”

Cordelia wrapped her arm around your waist and began to whisk you away when you heard someone thank ‘Mr. Kneef for his payment.’ You turned to see who he was and in the dimmed light you saw it was ‘Mr. Mysterious.’

And you damn near passed out.

**

You sat in the room you were originally in. There was one security camera in place and Cordelia advised that winners liked to meet first before any further advances were to come.

Your leg bounced as you drank your water again. You felt as if you were there for hours but realistically it was mere moments.

The door opened and Mr. Mysteri—Kneef walked in. You smiled nervously at him and extended your arm. “Hi. Bryan, right?”

Bryan didn’t reply. Instead he gave you an intense, smoldering look. His cologne wafted over you, warm and woodsy causing your skin to goosebump.

You brought your arm back and clutched your hands behind your back. Bryan took another step towards you, as if he were trying to get a closer look at his purchase.

“Take off your clothes.” Bryan requested quietly. You opened your mouth to say something but the look in response along with a perfectly arched brow caused you to snap your mouth shut. “I want to see what I bought.”

You reached around, undoing the zipper - thankful it was along the side and not along your back.

You slid the dress off, strap by strap. You hadn’t worn a bra - just a nude thong which wasn’t even fancy - simple and basic, meant more for avoiding lines than anything else. The dress pooled at your feet and you stepped out of it. You moved to kick off your heels when Bryan interrupted you.

“Leave them on.”

You nodded and stood up, anxiously awaiting the next move.

Bryan removed his jacket and folded it neatly, hanging it over a chair. He began to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, showing off his muscular forearms with thick, meaty veins.

You looked up and saw the small security camera and realized this private show wasn’t so private. The sound of a finger snap brought you back to the present and you whipped your head towards Bryan. Your heart began to race and you wondered if you should just bolt. You tried to mentally measure the distance between you and the door.

Bryan approached you. His gaze softened, as if he were sorry for what he was about to say. “I’m going to touch you now. At any point if you want me to stop, I will. Consent is very important to me.”

“It is to me too.” You replied, meeting his gaze. After a beat, you continued. “You can touch me.”

His warm touch began rather innocently, along your arm up to along your shoulder. As he walked around you, he kept touching and feeling. His hand got to your ass and he let out a deep rumble as he squeezed the fat of your flesh.

Bryan walked around you. When he came around to the front of you, he cupped one breast with his hand, feeling the weight against his palm. You did your best to remain stoic, ignoring the bolt of pleasure that had shot down to your core. That changed when he firmly twisted your nipple, as you let out a moan as he did so. That earned another arched brow from him, as if taking mental notes.

He rounded you again, and you felt him close the small gap that remained. You felt his cock, hard, pressed against the small of your back. His fingers gently traced your arm and then brought it up, so it was around his neck. He ran his hand back down along your side, and you trembled under his touch. You were certain your heart was beating outside of your chest. When he got to the side of your ribs, he splayed out his hand, so his palm was against you. Slowly, his hand made way down to the apex of your legs.

“Open.” He rumbled in your ear quietly and you followed his instructions. Your breath hitched as his hand cupped your mound. Bryan’s fingers then moved to stroke you softly, teasing your clit and then moving back to stroke your folds. Your pussy grew wet, your breath became more labored as he continued his ministrations. You bit your bottom lip as he slowly but surely worked you to orgasm. Just when you thought you weren’t going to be able to take anymore, Bryan sunk a thick finger inside your soaked pussy. Your pussy clenched around his finger tightly and you let out a wrecked moan in response.

“You’re so wet and we haven’t even started.” Bryan murmured. His beard against your cheek added another layer of sensation. There was no resistance when Bryan sunk another thick finger and began to pump them in and out of you. The sound of wet filled the room and your legs felt wobbly as you gripped around Bryan’s neck harder. Your other hand found his free hand and you brought it up to your breast, encouraging him.

“I’m so close.” You panted. “Oh fuck!”

“Come for me like a good girl.” Bryan growled as he rubbed your clit with the fat pad of his thumb. He used his other hand to pinch your nipple again and you arched against him, coming so hard that you drew his fingers further in.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Bryan praised. “Oh sweetheart we’re going to have so much fun.” He slid his fingers out of you and you whimpered at the loss.

Bryan spun you around to face him. You were a mess as you watched him admire his wet fingers in the light. Bryan brought them to you and you took his fingers into your mouth, cleaning them of your juices and then imitating as to what you could do with your mouth.

Bryan gave you a salacious smile as he withdrew his fingers. He traced them along your cheek, leaving a wet trail to your mouth where he rubbed your bottom lip.

“I definitely got my money’s worth with you.” Bryan replied. “Go home, get some sleep. I’ll have arrangements made so we can have even more fun.”

You watched as he walked away, grabbing his suit jacket and exiting without so much as a second glance. You stayed frozen in place for another five minutes or so, until you realized you could redress and go home.

The car ride home left you with more questions than answers and more horny than ever. Your battery operated boyfriend ran through its battery as you replayed the evening over and over as you were too wired to sleep from the earlier events.

Eventually you did, with Bryan’s name still on your lips.

TBC.

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Hayloft (p.2)

Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts…)

Warnings: Abuse, drunkenness, misogyny, reader’s mother is dead, decapitating a chicken, reader is kind of emotional in this chapter

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: My first slow(er) burn fic! Let me know what you think!

Part 1 

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Work had passed fairly quickly as it always did when you had the opening shift. It sure sucked having to arrive at five o’clock in the morning but at least you got off earlier and you knew that that way you could grab groceries before your father got home and could yell at you about an empty kitchen again. By two o’clock in the afternoon, you were home again, hopping out of your truck and grabbing as many bags as you could in one go. 

The loud sound of metal slamming against metal shook you and you flinched, looking between your door and the frame to see Arvin walking out towards you. It hadn’t occurred to you that his car was even in your driveway. After so many years of having busted broken down old cars sitting there that your dad had been swearing he’d fix for almost ten years, cars in the driveway seemed normal. “Let me give you a hand,” he offered as he got closer, lifting the canvas bags from your hands before you could object. 

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you felt the weight suddenly taken off your own arms, “Thank you.” You dove back into the truck to grab the last two bags before slamming it shut with your hips. The two of you began your stroll towards the front door, the dirt driveway kicking up around your feet. “You’re back early.” You noted, looking over at Arvin. 

He shrugged, “Yeah, uh, Wallace had me on the early shift today.” 

You fumbled with the bags as you tried to unlock the door, kicking it open with your toes when it finally gave in. You walked into your home and Arvin followed, closing the door behind him. “Been here long? I didn’t see you in the driveway.” 

“Not too long. I just didn’t want to let myself into your home without nobody there.” Arvin set the bags on the counter next to where you set yours. 

You began to unpack the bags and put the groceries in the respective places. Arvin watched off to the side, unsure of how your kitchen was organized so he was worried he’d do more than good if he stepped in. “My daddy got the late shift?” 

Arvin shook his head, noticing that his beat up old hat was still on his head despite being indoors and took it off immediately, his tousled brown curls parting messily down the middle. “No, we went in at the same time. He ‘n some buddies said they was goin’ to some bar in town.” 

He watched your shoulders fall a little and you sighed, “Figures…. You didn’t go?” 

Again, Arvin shook his head, “No. No offense to your daddy but I don’t like to drink the way I get the feelin’ he does.” 

You snorted, turning to him with a knowing chuckle, “Let’s just say that I’m sorry in advance for whatever he says or does when he gets home, if he gets home. Sheriff Pike might end up callin’ in the mornin’ tellin’ us to pick him up.” Though it was stated as a joke, Arvin could hear the tragic reality behind your words. 

Arvin then noticed the pack of beer bottles that you were pulling out of the bag. As if you could feel his eyes looking at you with worried curiosity, you glanced over at him, noticing the way his eyes flicked between you and the beer in your hands. You offered a sad shrug, “I know what you’re thinkin’ but trust me. Sometimes it’s better to have him drunk and possibly content than sober and angry there’s nothing to drink. Besides, the beer is better than the hard stuff with ‘im.” 

“‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to be makin’ faces. Your business is your business,” Arvin backpedalled, giving you an apologetic nod. 

You shook your head, “Don’t worry. I know how it looks. I’m sorry you gotta see all of it. I been tryin’ to keep to keep him calm but if you end up stayin’ a while, I’m sure you’ll get to see him at his worse times.” 

Arvin chewed his lip as he contemplated whether or not to bring up what had been going through his mind but he had to make sure you were alright. “I-I heard you ‘n your dad talkin’ last night… right after you left my room.” 

Your face fell as you realized what he was talking about, “You weren’t s’posed to hear that. I’m sorry.” Shit, this was what you were hoping to avoid. 

“Are you alright?” 

Gentle. Caring. His tone was something that had been long lost to you in this house and it took the words out of your mouth for a moment. It was embarrassing, the way your heart welled up with… well love wasn’t quite the right word but the warmth of being cared about. Not since after your mother had passed had you heard somebody actually care about how you felt. 

You just nodded and gave a forced smile that you could tell was easy to see through but it was the best you could muster. For someone who was able to take so much shit from their father and was able to look the man who would throw things at you and grab you by the hair dead in the eye with nothing but contempt, it was compassion that made you crumble. It had been so unexpected, especially from Arvin, the stranger living in your house. 

“Shit, ‘m sorry! I didn’t mean to - I didn’t mean to overstep. I only…” He stammered over his words and at first you were confused until you felt the single hot tear tracing its way down your cheek. 

You were quick to wipe it away, shocked at your own uncharacteristic show of vulnerability. You hadn’t realized until now that you had zoned out on the ground while Arvin’s words repeated in your head but now a flash of embarrassment ran through you. “No, no, no. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You sniffled once before giving a small laugh of disbelief. “It’s just… It’s been a long time since anybody asked that.” 

You straightened up and ran your hands through your hair, eyes closed as you thought of what else you needed to do. Thankfully, if your dad was at the bar, you had at least another four hours to just you and Arvin, all night if you were lucky, though you seldom were. That was when the feeling of dread set in. Your dad had requested chicken roast for dinner tonight and whether he came home early and only a few beers in or you had to drive him home hungover in the morning, the man would be furious if there weren’t at least reheated leftovers for him. You had to kill Patty and prep her for dinner. 

“You okay?” Arvin asked again, though this time it was in reference to the way a heavy look fell over your features. It wasn’t a profound deep question like it was earlier. 

Your head wavered from side to side and your lips twisted, “My daddy asked for chicken roast tonight. I gotta go out and fix Patty up.” You tried to put it lightly though it felt anything but. “I’ll be out in the coop. You’re more than welcome to clean up in the shower or do whatever you’d like ‘round the house. The radio is in the livin’ room if you wanna tune into somethin’.” 

You pushed yourself off the counter and walked to the door in your kitchen that led out to the backyard but Arvin made a few steps to follow, “Is it alright if I keep you company? It don’t feel right bein’ in your house without you or your daddy here.” 

You smiled at the thought of him staying with you and you nodded, continuing out the door, “Sure, c’mon.” 

The hen house wasn’t very far from the back door. From there, you could see the several acres of land that your father was wasting. Your grandparents had bought this land in the late 1910’s and had started up a little farm of their own to sell locally, though your father had abandoned the farming portion after they died. It was where your daddy had grown up and then where you had as well. God, how you missed your grandparents. Your grandmother’s soft words of love and kindness but sternness and willingness to swat your butt with a wooden spoon if you got an attitude (though she would yell at your father if he ever tried to discipline you - “Now you leave that poor baby alone!”). Your grandfather had looked like a rough and angry old man from years of hard work but he had the softest heart of anyone you’d ever met. How the two of them had raised your father was beyond you. 

When you approached the wired fence and jiggled the lock open, the chickens inside stood surprisingly still. They trusted you. You could see it in their little brown eyes. You were safe and warm and didn’t want to harm them. You came in for the unfertilized eggs they laid and left, oftentimes with some seed and a soft pat or two on the head. Patty, a fat white hen with black specks, walked comfortably around your feet, nuzzling her head against your leg. She was the nicest hen you’d ever had. She trusted you. 

God, you were about to cry again. You bent down to pick her up and you held her against your chest, trying to look her in the eye, though it was difficult when she kept jerking it in different directions. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” you murmured low. Usually it was your father that would slaughter the hens if he really wanted the meat that badly. You had never done it yourself but he’d made you watch every time so that you knew how if the time ever came. Each time it made you sick to your stomach. 

Already, you felt green. The unassuming hen that you had been friendly enough to for her not flip out when you held her was none the wiser that her life was about to end by your hand. You glanced over to the large wood round just ahead and the axe that was leaned up against it. 

Your face contorted as you realized how much you disliked the placement. The way your father would slaughter chickens right in front of their friends made your heart break. It was barbaric. 

You walked over to Arvin and held Patty out towards him, “Would you mind holdin’ onto her for a second?” 

Though visibly confused, he took the chicken from your hands, drawing back when her wings fluttered out at the contact with the new strange man. Arvin watched as you walked towards the large round and tried to push it with all your might. “What’re you doin’?” 

“I’m-” you grunted, feeling it slide slowly, inch by inch, “trying to move it where the other chickens can’t see.” You took another moment to use all your force against it before standing up straight and breathing heavily, “I know it sounds dumb cause they’re only chickens but it feels cruel to make ‘em watch, y’know?” You went back to pushing the round and Arvin approached behind you. 

From here he could see the blood stains in the wood. It looked as if the blood had been washed off but the wood had been stained crimson regardless. There was also a divot where an axe had clearly been driven down many times over the years, chipping away at the wood. 

Arvin’s heart actually warmed a little at your attempt to show mercy and your willingness to go out of your way to spare some chickens’ feelings. It wasn’t something he was sure he’d do himself but when he heard you say it, he realized you had a point. It was cruel to imprison a bunch of animals and then lead them out one by one to be slaughtered in front of everyone, each animal waiting their turn. “Here, take ‘er back. Let me.” Arvin stepped in, handing Patty back over to you and bending down to lift the round onto its side with much effort. The wood had to weigh at least a hundred pounds and had long since settled into the ground where it had been placed when you were a child.

Your eyes widened as you watched his biceps bulge, straining the material of his blue t-shirt. You’d never seen a man with muscles like that before and you found your eyes trailing along his arms, following every popping vein from the tops of his hands, up his forearms, and onto his biceps until they disappeared beneath his shirt. It was something you hadn’t expected to see in him. Arvin looked like a quiet, polite, hardworking young man but you never would have imagined the immaculate muscles he possessed. You found your mind wandering to what other surprises laid in store beneath all those layers he wo- 

You needed to calm yourself down. If only he could hear your thoughts, he surely would be furious and disgusted with you. You hadn’t had such impure thoughts since that one time you had been messing around with Jimmy Bates in the backseat of his old car back in your senior year of high school. The two of you didn’t even go all the way but you went far enough and the guilt ate you alive since the two of you were never officially together anyways. He was just the cute boy from high school that you had pined over years that had finally given you the chance right before he shipped off to join the war. 

“This alright?” Arvin asked, shaking you from your fantasy, and you snapped back into reality to realize he had rolled the wood round around the side of the coop behind the wooden wall, outside of the other chickens’ views. 

You nodded and walked over to him, “That’s perfect. Thank you so much for doin’ that. I know it’s sorta stupid.” 

Arvin shook his head, putting his hands on his hips, “If it means somethin’ to you, it ain’t stupid at all. Besides, now that you pointed it out, it was a little barbaric.” 

You smiled up at him, one which he returned. How was this boy so damn nice? Was this some cosmic way of the universe finally giving you something good in your life? You’d become so calloused to your father’s harsh words and barked commands that you had forgotten how nice it was to feel cared about and validated. And you barely knew him. 

“‘M glad you think so.” You looked down at Patty in your arms and any good feelings you’d had melted to sadness and fear. “You been a good girl, Patty. I know you struggled with layin’ eggs for a while but you were always a good girl. Never bit me once unlike some of them other hens.” You weren’t often very soft and vulnerable but you were about to take something’s life for the first time and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of that on your heart. If this were a life or death situation, you would feel better about it, but it wasn’t. The only reason Patty had to die was because your father would throw a fit if she didn’t. 

You carried her to the log and gave her a little kiss on the top of the head, “Please don’t hate me but I understand if you do. Say hi to my momma for me, will you? Tell her I love and miss her.” You set her down and got her in the position you always saw your dad put the other chickens in before he chopped their heads off. Arvin handed you the axe with uncertainty but watched on as you struggled to bring yourself to finish the deed. 

You held her down and you could tell by the way she was flailing that she was panicking now. Patty was well aware of what was happening. “I’m sorry!” You choked, tears welling up in your eyes as her panic began to turn into your own panic. How did people do this? Why was this so freaking difficult? 

Tossing the axe slightly in your hand, you readjusted the handle and just as you went to swing, Arvin piped up, “I can do it.” 

You looked over at him, the afternoon sun reflecting the tears in your eyes and making the color of your irises stand out in tragic beauty. “I-I- Would you really not mind?” You breathed out in relief. 

Arvin stepped forward and you handed the axe out to him, “I don’t mind.” You held onto Patty until Arvin could position her just right as well. He had no idea what he was doing - he’d never had to slaughter a chicken before. He had heard that all you had to do was cut their head off though and then he’d heard the rumors of them running around like crazy even after their head hit the ground. How hard could it be? 

Once he had the hen pinned down where he wanted her, he looked up to see you chewing on your thumb, brows knitted in discomfort. It wasn’t the first chicken you’d watched get slaughtered but it was far from something you enjoyed observing. Arvin signaled to you with a nod before raising the axe above his head and you shut your eyes tight, flinching at the sound of the old metal head thudding into the old wood. 

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You had the carcass sitting in the sink while you pulled off the blood soaked feathers, depositing them into the trash bin by the handful. This part was easier for you, something you’d done many times in the past. “Thank you for doin’ that. I’m sorry I’m such a baby.” 

Arvin sat at the kitchen table behind you, “You ain’t a baby just cause you don’t like to kill things. I’d say it’s probably rather normal.” 

The time was inching closer to four o’clock now and the sun was beginning to hang ever so slightly lower in the sky, the precursor to sunset. It was warm outside and a cool spring breeze blew in through the open window above the sink. You snickered as you pulled another handful of feathers out, “Yeah? That mean you ain’t normal?” You looked over at him with a playful glint in your eye but your smile fell when you saw an uncomfortable look cross his face, almost like he’d seen a ghost. 

“I ain’t never said I liked killin’ either.” Arvin attempted to match your joking tone but it was pretty evident there was a weight behind his words. 

“Hey, I‘m sorry. I was only jokin’.” A pang of guilt washed over you but it was only that. A joke. You hadn’t imagined teasing him over something like killing a chicken would set him off, especially since he volunteered to do it for you, but apparently you were wrong. 

Arvin sniffed and scratched his nose, “I know.” After a moment of awkward silence, he stood, “Let me give you a hand. What do you need done?” 

You scanned his face once more to make sure he was really okay but you decided to drop it when you saw his insistent look. You shook your head, “I got it. It ain’t much after I get this all gutted and cleaned.” You picked up the mostly featherless carcass by the wings and plopped it back down into the sink. 

“Well ‘m sure there’s vegetables or somethin’ else that goes with it, right? Let me start cuttin’ those up.” His persistence was adorable, making your heart flutter in the most wonderful way. The idea of a man actually being helpful was unknown to you before Arvin. Your life had been filled with your dad’s drunken bossings since you were twelve years old. You couldn’t remember the last time a genuinely kind voice offered you anything more than a smile on the street, not that you took that for granted. Arvin was just different though. Noble and helpful and kind. 

“You really don’t have to-” 

“Yeah, you keep sayin’ that but I really do want to help. So what can I do to make things easier on you?” He took a few steps closer to you until you felt the beginning of what could have been sparks if he stepped any nearer, like when you hold two magnets a few inches apart and you can feel the energy between them, that hint of attraction, but it’s not quite close enough to pull them together. 

The blush in your cheeks at his simple gesture made you break the eye contact with a nervous laugh of retreat, “Okay, fine. If you’re gonna be so insistent,” you drew out with a teasing drawl, “you can cut up veggies. There’s potatoes over there and carrots and zucchini in the fridge.” 

Arvin’s lips turned up in a small smile when you finally resigned your stubborn ways and he went off to find the vegetables where you had directed him. 

Needless to say, when your father came home from the bar to find you and Arvin talking over a song by the Platters playing on the radio with Arvin cleaning up the dishes while you tossed together the vegetables and the seasoning, he was less than pleased. 

“What the hell is going on here?” His slurred speech made your eyes widen in fear. He was supposed to get home later like he always did. But then you found yourself chiding your irresponsibility. Why the hell would you take that chance? You knew better than to let Arvin help out and now you were gonna pay. 

Arvin sensed the way you tensed up beside him and watched as you spun around to face your father with haste, “Just finishin’ up dinner now. Should be ready by six so you got more than enough time to take a sho-” 

“Why the fuck is he doin’ the dishes?” You father was leaning against the wall, clearly relying on the structure for support. This wasn’t the time to test him, not with Arvin here. It was times like this when he’d start throwing stuff at you. 

Before you could say anything, Arvin piped up firmly but respectfully, “I offered, sir. It’s no problem at all.” 

Your dad pointed at Arvin, “A man ain’t got no place with his hands in a sink of dishes. You leave that shit to her and she’ll just grab you a beer.” He stumbled over his own feet before catching himself ungracefully. 

Arvin’s jaw set tightly and you gripped the countertop with white knuckles behind you. Times like this, you weren’t even sure what to say anymore. No amount of standing up for yourself got you anywhere with him. You never made any headway with your dad’s sexist views on gender roles. It was pointless. The only thing to do was try and work your way to supporting yourself so you could get the hell out of dodge and never look back. 

Arvin’s voice surprised you, “A man’s place is helpin’ out the women in his life when they need, not leavin’ ‘em to do all the housework themselves.” You nearly choked on your own tongue at his words. It was a bold statement for a man to make, especially to the head of the house that was being so gracious as to host him free of charge, but he didn’t back down. It appeared like the jab was lost on your drunken father but Arvin continued with a slightly less accusatory comment to diffuse the situation regardless, “I grew up helpin’ my grandma with all the house chores so I really don’t mind at all.” 

You watched the way your dad eyed Arvin and then you before scoffing and grumbling incoherently as he shuffled his way into the living room. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I don’t want you gettin’ kicked out ‘cause of me. You didn’t have to say nothin’.” 

Arvin glared at where your father had disappeared and nodded, “Yeah, I did. You don’t deserve all the shit he gives you.” 

You suddenly found yourself avoiding his eyes and twisting your lips. He was right and you were well aware of that fact. The abuse your dad put you through was uncalled for at best. The fact that Arvin had actually taken the time to not only notice the same fact but acknowledge it and stand up for you was something you never thought you’d hear someone do. It made you uncomfortable. You’d been fighting this battle by yourself for so long that letting somebody even know it was being waged was enough to make you want to sink away. Even so, a part of you wanted to let Arvin keep standing up for you. It made you feel weak after having to stand up for yourself for so long but also validated. 

Your eyes flicked up to meet his for only a moment before turning back towards dinner that sat in a roasting pan on the stove, “Thank you.” 

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