#the tingle set being named that still haunts me how dare

[sandflakedraws]

posting an old piece over here.

since botw was the first zelda game i ever played, when i saw "fairy clothes" offered in the dlc, i had pictured something like this

i've decided they're 6 total defense and when worn together offer "Perfect Climate" so you get lvl 1 heat+cold resistance everywhere.

#the tingle set being named that still haunts me how dare #botw #breath of the wild #link #sandflakedrew #my link climbs mountains all day and he can & will eat anything #oh and them canon hips are stayin in there #if i could draw it over i'd change some things but eh. still a good nough drawing

[sentakushimasu]

if i can't taste your lips just let me taste blood

pairing: bakugou katsuki/kirishima eijirou summary: work studies are meant to be educational, not fatal, but bakugou and kirishima are trapped with a growing puddle of blood and no way to get out genre: hurt/comfort, whump word count: 2.6k warnings: blood, hospitals, bakugou trying to articulate emotions title from: we are the dirt - it's never enough AO3

When Kirishima came to it was with a lot of confusion and pain. The first thing he noticed was the searing pain emanating from his abdomen that blurred and subdued his other senses. The second thing he noticed was that it was really dark.

Dark to the point where he wasn’t sure if he was opening his eyes at all, unable to figure out where the hell he was or how he got there.

The pain, however, was very clearly not a fixture of his foggy and disoriented brain. It kept getting worse, the burning sensation reaching all the way down to his feet. In the haze of pain he couldn’t pinpoint any actual injury, only able to tell that there was something really heavy pressing down on his midsection.

The whine he let out was involuntary, but if he was alone he was going to make as many pathetic noises as he wanted.

Only, he wasn’t alone.

“Kirishima? Kirishima, are you awake?”

That was Bakugou’s voice, but Bakugou never called him by his name, and especially not with the worry that currently saturated his tone.

Kirishima grumbled and tried to push the weight off him. It was so heavy, borderline crushing him but he couldn’t get it to move. What he assumed were Bakugou’s hands swatted his away from whatever was pinning him down.

“Fucking hell, would you stop that?”

Kirishima squirmed again, trying desperately to get even a little bit of the weight off him. “There’s something on top of me-”

“Yeah, that’s me. You’re bleeding.”

“Hmm? Sorry,” Kirishima floundered until his fingers connected with Bakugou’s wrist, looping around the limb. “You can stop, I’m alright.”

“What the fuck? No. You’re fucking bleeding everywhere.”

Bakugou’s face came slightly more into focus as Kirishima’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. He kept looking between Kirishima’s abdomen and his face. He looked worried, and if Kirishima didn’t value his life he would dare say that Bakugou was scared. He was still in his hero gear, the stupid theatric spikes framing his head, a distinct trail of blood marring his features as it trailed down his face from his hairline.

“Are you hurt?” Kirishima couldn’t help but ask.

“What? No.”

“You’re bleeding,” Kirishima supplied helpfully.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes and turned back to the wound, applying more pressure. “Not as much as you.”

Swallowing the whine in the back of his throat, Kirishima decided to actually start a conversation with his friend. He had no idea how long they would be there and he wasn’t into spending that uncertain length of time in tense silence with Bakugou. “What happened?”

“Work study. Big villain attack so Endeavour sent us out as backup. One of ‘em cornered you in here so I came to tell ‘em to fuck off but you were on the ground and when I exploded the asshole, the fucking ceiling caved in.”

“At least I’m not stuck in here by myself, hmm? That would be unfortunate.”

It was supposed to have been a joke, something to lighten the mood between them but Bakugou’s expression remained firm as he offered no reply.

“How bad is it?”

Bakugou paused, the silence hanging heavily between them. “It’s fine, you’re gonna be fine.”

Kirishima just hummed. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Dark spots peppered his vision and he was beginning to realise how tired he felt. He knew Bakugou was fighting a losing battle.

“I’m not fucking lying, okay? You’re going to be fine.”

“It’s okay, Bakugou. Can I just ask you to do something before I die?”

“You’re not going to die, you asshole. Fat Gum is going to come for you, you know he’d never leave you here.”

The exhaustion was creeping in with the tingling sensation in his arms and legs. He was so cold. He had half a mind to ask Bakugou to set off some explosions and hopefully warm the air. But they were trapped with potentially limited oxygen and Bakugou was too smart to ever risk that. “Is he going to be fast enough? You said there was a villain, he’s probably too busy.”

“Shut up!” Bakugou snapped, his expression and tone immediately softening as the harshness registered. “You’re not dying today. Or tomorrow. Or any day that I’m alive to see. I won't let you.”

Kirishima closed his eyes, letting himself imagine what it would be like to die with Bakugou by his side. A cruel part of his chest tightened as he imagined asking Bakugou to hold him before he passed out.

The taste of blissful unconsciousness lay heavy on the back of his tongue as he spoke. “Will you stay? I don’t wanna go alone.”

“You’re not going fucking anywhere, and I’m not gonna leave you.”

“I think I’m dying, Katsu.”

Kirishima could see the way Bakugou flinched at the use of the nickname. He would have apologised for being so informal but he was tired and he didn’t have the energy to be sorry for trying to feel close to Bakugou in his last moments.

Perhaps the reaction had been to the idea of Kirishima dying, but that seemed less likely. Bakugou was persistent in reminding everyone that he didn’t care about anything or anyone other than becoming number one. Kirishima had always admired his determination but right now he just wanted to pretend that Bakugou cared about him.

Falling in love with Bakugou Katsuki was probably the dumbest decision of Kirishima’s life but he would never live to regret it. Not while Bakugou stayed with him, trying to staunch the flow of blood from a wound that was likely severe enough to render Bakugou’s efforts useless.

The older boy didn’t look at him. “You’re just delirious from the blood loss, you’ll be okay.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because you’re fucking bleeding out!”

“Yeah,” Kirishima mumbled with the limited energy he had left, “but why is it suddenly a big deal? You've said repeatedly that you don’t care about anyone else.”

“I lied,” Bakugou hissed through his teeth, his jaw clenched with such force that Kirishima was worried the bone would shatter under the pressure.

Kirishima’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion. Well that made no sense.“Why would you lie?”

“Because I love you, goddamnit! So you’re going to stay awake and we’re going to get out of this and go on a date or some shit, but we can only do that if you stay awake, okay?”

Oh. Kirishima tried to speak, but his tongue felt like a lead weight in his mouth that he couldn’t lift no matter how hard he tried. The fog was pressing in on him much harder now.

Bakugou’s voice was muffled by the fog as he spoke again. “Fucking say something. I just confessed my feelings for you, you don’t get to fucking ignore me now.”

Kirishima was aware that he should be worried by the way it was taking more and more of his energy to keep his eyes open, but he couldn’t find the strength to care about anything other than the fact that Bakugou just said he loves him.

“Kirishima?”

“No- No, fuck, no, Kirishima you have to keep your eyes open!” Kirishima hadn’t even noticed they’d fallen shut, but he couldn’t seem to open them again, despite how much he wanted to stare into Bakugou’s red eyes forever.

Kirishima could feel something tapping on his cheek, shaking his shoulder. Bakugou’s voice was so broken and raw when he spoke his plea. “Kiri, please.”

That’s weird, Bakugou never says please.

As the last shreds of consciousness left him, Kirishima swore he could hear muffled yelling somewhere close to his head, he couldn’t make out the words.

But it didn’t hurt anymore.

-

Kirishima didn’t expect to wake up.

It was as simple as that.

He had been bleeding badly enough that Bakugou hadn’t even let him look, and had seemed genuinely worried and afraid for his friend’s wellbeing. So at that point, waking up was a feat on its own.

Waking up without being in excruciating pain was something else entirely. He just felt floaty and not real. But he definitely wasn’t dead because he was uncomfortable and the lights behind his close eyelids were way too bright.

“I would try to send you back to the dorms but I know you won’t listen to me even if I erase your quirk and drag you kicking and screaming out of here,” Aizawa’s gruff voice said from a place Kirishima couldn’t pinpoint. There was a lot of aural input that just dissolved into directionless static.

“I’m not leaving him.”

That was Bakugou’s voice, with its hard edge and underlying fire. It cut through the haze of Kirishima’s lingering unconsciousness, it didn’t have the same fuzzy edge to the syllables that Aizawa’s voice had.

Aizawa must have clicked his tongue before speaking again in his monotonous drawl. “You need to rest too. That concussion isn’t going to go away on its own.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bakugou bit back.

“Then, pray tell, what matters more than your health?”

“He does.”

He wanted to fight against the stupor, to reach out and smack Bakugou upside the head. His friend was concussed, and chose not to rest, in favour of keeping a bedside vigil. At this point, it was the only thing that was convincing Kirishima that he didn’t hallucinate what Bakugou said before he passed out.

Not that it made much sense.

“Kirishima would want you to take care of yourself.” Kirishima is going to shake Aizawa’s hand the second he can muster up the energy to do so.

“Kirishima also wanted to die of blood loss and traumatise me instead of just staying awake, so I’m not going to listen to what that asshole wants.”

“You know as well as I do that the doctor said he probably won’t be coherent until tomorrow morning even if he does wake up tonight. I can drive you back to the dorm and pick you up before visiting hours.”

Kirishima could practically hear Bakugou shaking his head. “I’m not leaving him alone.”

“He won’t be alone. Fat Gum and I will be here all night.”

Bakugou’s next words were haunted, hollowed out to fit an emotion Kirishima had never heard from the older boy. “He asked me to stay with him.”

“And you did, you saved his life,” a third voice added. Kirishima was cognizant enough to be able to recognise it as being his mentor.

“Go to bed, Bakugou,” Kirishima mumbled, scrunching his eyes up tightly as consciousness fully came back to him. He wished someone would turn the light off.

“Kirishima?” There was too much noise in that moment for Kirishima to figure out who had spoken, but he suspected that all of them had something to say about his return to wakefulness.

He tried to lift his hand, hoping to cover his eyes from the bright lights of what was undoubtedly a hospital room, only to find it pinned in place.

Opening his eyes to the onslaught of light revealed that his hand was being firmly held in Bakugou’s. Okay, forget his previous claims, he was definitely dead. Or, at the very least, having the best dream of his life.

Kirishima groaned. “You guys are loud.”

“Sorry, kid,” Aizawa said in his usual grumble. His chair was the furthest away from Kirishima, sitting all the way in the corner of the room. He looked the same amount of disheveled as he usually did but his posture held a weird tension that Kirishima wasn’t sure he had ever seen before.

“How are you feeling?” Fat Gum asked, he was out of his hero suit which, to Kirishima, looked very odd.

“Pretty okay, all things considered,” Kirishima said, directing his gaze towards his friend.

Bakugou was the most noticeably different. His hair was scruffy and matted with blood, a stark white rectangle of gauze taped to his forehead, a few little strips holding a cut on his eyebrow together. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t let go of Kirishima’s hand either.

Feeling particularly spontaneous, probably due to the bucket full of pain meds that were undoubtedly currently in his system, Kirishima gave Bakugou’s hand an experimental squeeze.

Bakugou stiffened but the tension quickly left his body as he squeezed back, turning to meet Kirishima’s eyes and give him a soft smile.

Their exchange was silent but they said all they needed to.

I heard you.

I love you too.

Kirishima tried to adjust himself, to get a better look at Bakugou’s injuries. Only to promptly collapse back onto the hospital bed as pain blasted through all of his senses.

“Idiot,” Bakugou hissed.

“Take it easy,” Fat Gum said, “you were in surgery for a long time, you don’t need to be pushing yourself.”

Still trying to breathe through the pain, Kirishima opened one eye to look at the pro hero.

“Surgery?” he managed to grit out from between his clenched teeth.

Fat Gum’s eyes softened as he looked at his mentee. “We found you both not long after you lost consciousness, but you were in rough shape. You’re going to need to take it easy for a while.”

Kirishima groaned. “That sounds boring.”

“Not as boring as an extended recovery period because you refused to take care of yourself,” Aizawa chided.

“True,” Kirishima said. “What time is it?”

Fat Gum was the one to speak this time. Bakugou stayed remarkably silent. “A little past midnight, you spent six hours in surgery and we’ve been waiting for you to wake up for about two hours now.”

“And Bakugou isn’t in bed?”

“Nope. We tried but he won’t budge. Better to let it happen at this point.”

Kirishima rolled his head to the other side, narrowing his eyes at Bakugou and the older boy’s stony expression. “Go to sleep.”

Bakugou met his gaze with his usual stubborn fire. “You first.”

“If you stay, will you sleep?”

Bakugou nodded.

“Aizawa-sensei, can he stay?”

Kirishima had expected Aizawa to argue, but he was just met with a soft “okay”.

Whether it was the cocktail of medication or the trauma his body had suffered, tiredness hit Kirishima like a wave. As his blinking slowed down, he swore he saw a soft smile grace Bakugou’s lips before his other hand reached up to brush Kirishima’s hair out of his face.

“Goodnight, Kirishima.”

Kirishima just hummed, too tired to speak.

-

Kirishima woke up the next morning with Bakugou wrapped around his arm that was free of tubes and wires, snoring softly.

Carefully picking up his other hand and ignoring the presence of the IV in the crook of his elbow, he began to thread his fingers through Bakugou’s messy hair. The older boy didn’t stir, a true testament to how exhausted he really was, especially considering on any other day Kirishima could breathe sideways and Bakugou would all but leap to his feet.

Instead, Bakugou’s hold just tightened slightly as he mumbled something in his sleep.

A quick glance around the room told Kirishima that Aizawa was asleep in his chair in the corner, his face buried in his capture scarf, surprisingly sans his usual yellow sleeping bag. Fat Gum was nowhere to be seen but judging by the empty chair with a blanket on the seat and jacket draped over the back, he couldn’t be far away.

There was a weird bliss to the quiet atmosphere of the hospital room. The soft morning light filtered in through the window as opposed to the harsh lights of the night before.

The pain meds took away from the discomfort of being in a hospital, and with Bakugou clinging to him like he was the most important thing in the world was something Kirishima could easily be convinced was a dream, a fantasy conjured by his unconscious mind.

He could get used to this.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #kiribaku #bakugou x kirishima #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #mha fanfiction #mha fic #bnha fic #bnha fanfiction #kiribaku fanfic #max.doc #boku no hero academia

[little-diable]

Sweetheart - Alpha!Negan (smut)

Request by anon: I’d love a Negan with a/b/o dynamics? There enough of them set during apocalypse so maybe one in an AU where he’s a professor at university and omega is a student. Negan being the sassy daddy we love, of course.

My first ever try at writing Alpha!Negan, enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The professor finally manages to lure the Omega he can’t stop thinking about in

Warnings: Alpha!Negan x Omega!Reader, professor x student, smut, 18+, unprotected sex, knotting, Negan being Negan, Reader is of age ofc 

“Focus you dickheads” he chuckled, ripping most of his students out of their trances. His voice boomed through the room, dark green eyes focused on the body of students, they were hanging onto his every word, following the professors every move with their gazes. 

The girls were admiring him, trying to picture what it would feel like to be marked by the alpha, high on the intoxicating scent of his. But no, Professor Negan didn’t care about them, of course he loved to feel their gazes on him, loved to meet those lovesick eyes of the female and some male students, but he only had eyes for one very specific omega.  

She was quiet, would turn in her homework right on time, wouldn’t mingle with the rest of the students, keeping to herself most of the time. (Y/f/n) (y/l/n), the name alone made his length twitch, made him wonder how soft her voice would be as she’d beg for his knot, kneeling in front of him, lips swollen from sucking him dry, drops of cum would drip down her chin, getting mixed up with her saliva. God, he’d do anything to have his way with her. 

(Y/n) was dreaming about the tall, mysterious history professor just as much, touching herself late at night, crying out a high pitched “alpha” as her orgasm would rumble through her, knocking all air out of the omega. Though she’d never find the bravery to actually do something about her fantasies, she wasn’t one to overstep boundaries, wasn’t a rule breaker, at least not till the day where she actually needed his help. 

“Professor?” he had to stop his deep growl from rolling off his tongue, inhaling as he turned towards her with a smirk on his lips, “what can I do for you (y/n)?”. 

Heat pooled between her thighs from the way he rasped out her name, made her clutch her bag a bit tighter. “I don’t understand Louis' true intentions when it comes to the war of devolution” she cleared her throat, struggling to concentrate on her question, mind wandering back to all those nights she’d imagine his slender fingers around her neck. 

“You need to understand-” Negan shifted his weight backwards, pressed against his table as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, “he was greedy for power, jealous of Spain's hegemonic power”. 

He let his eyes wander for a moment, roaming up and down her frame, hooked onto her short skirt, wondering how soft the skin of her inner thighs would feel underneath his fingertips. Her scent engulfed him, Negan could feel his length swell, growing with every passing second, begging to knot her, to claim her as his. 

“Come here sweetheart” he reached a hand out for her to take, pulling her closer, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he grasped his book, pointing towards the page he had spoken about earlier on. Negan tried to find anything he could distract her with, his fingers were itching, the need to touch her grew, he deeply inhaled, eyes rolling back for a moment as he collected himself. 

Though she kept her (y/e/c) eyes focused on the page she felt his gaze on her, dropping lower to her behind, god, how much she wanted to feel his large hands on her skin, to let him have his way with her. The moment he pressed himself closer a small whimper bubbled out of her, eyes fluttering close, hands grasping the table, keeping herself from pressing her behind against his front. 

He could smell the arousal dripping out of her, with one swift move Negan had placed his big hands on her sides, crotch perfectly rubbing against her ass, he didn’t care about any consequences, didn’t care about anything, besides the whimpering Omega he had just touched. “Professor” (y/n) breathed out, circling her hips, crying out at the feeling of his length nudged against her plaid skirt, how easy it would be for the alpha to rip the fabric apart, to bury himself into her tightness. 

“Such a perfect little omega, tell me sweetheart, have you been thinking about this?” he leaned forward, hot breath crashing against her ear, shooting tingles right down to her heat. “Yes” he didn’t need to hear anything else, Negan’s hands wandered up to her cleavage, unbuttoning the first buttons of her blouse as he kept on pressing his front against her back. 

“Did you touch yourself to the thought of this? Dreaming about pleasing your alpha?” his voice dropped lower and lower with every button he popped open, till her blouse fell off her shoulders, lacy bra keeping her boobs in place. “So many times prof-” he snarled, turning her around, eyes finding hers, “you’ll call me alpha”. (Y/n)s head rolled back, eyes fluttering close as Negan pushed his front against hers, length placed on top of her core. 

“I need you alpha” her panties were soaked through by now, dripping for her alpha and his knot, praying that he’d take her right there and then, urged on by the fear of somebody interrupting them, the fear of getting punished for their reckless behavior. “Soon, but first I need you to be a good lil’ omega for me, onto your knees sweetheart” he unbuckled his belt, pulled his rock hard length out of his trousers, tip deep red, waiting for her lips to wrap themselves around him. 

She’d follow his every command, wouldn’t dare protest as the alpha spoke to her. Her knees were aching as she dropped onto the cold floor, hands wandering up his legs, till they found his shaft, exploring their newfound territory. “Don’t be shy sweetheart” Negan combed a hand through her hair, forcing her closer, to open her mouth for his throbbing length. 

Her tongue lapped at his tip, moaning at the taste of his saltiness, (y/n) curled her fingers around his member, took care of the parts her mouth couldn’t reach, gagging and sobbing for him as he disappeared down her throat. An animalistic sound rumbled through him, the alpha tugged on her roots, pulled her off his length, as much as he wanted to release himself into her hot mouth he needed to be inside of her, needed to give into the fantasy that would haunt him for nights on end. 

“You smell delicious sweetheart” Negan picked her up and placed her on his table, legs spread for him, him only. He pushed his hands underneath her skirt, pulled down the fabric of her ruined panties, letting it disappear into his back pocket, she wouldn’t see that one again. 

Her cry made a smirk tug on his lips, Negan brushed his tongue through her folds, circling her clit as his fingers began to spread her walls, “you’re perfect omega, perfect for my knot”. “Tell me what you want sweetheart” Negan connected his palm with her clit, spanking the pulsing bundle of nerves as he waited for any words to make it past her swollen lips. 

“Need you Alpha” (y/n) panted “need your knot” she couldn’t take much more teasing, she needed him, all of him. “Good girl” Negan clawed his nails into the skin of her thighs, length slipping through her folds a few times, coating himself with her arousal, her scent, ready to ruin her for every other male she’d ever stumble across. Her whimpers echoed through the room, forehead falling against his shoulder as he sunk into her, ripping her open. 

Negan was sure that he had never felt something like this before, she was perfect in any and every way, tight and warm, exactly what he needed. “Tell me omega how does it feel?” his hips kept on snapping against hers, the sound was more pornographic than anything she had ever heard before, coaxing one moan after another out of her lips “so good Alpha, so good”.  

He moved one hand up her spine, tangled it in her hair, pulling her head off his shoulder, “you’re mine omega, you belong to me now”. The words made her moan, the thought of belonging to Professor Negan pushed another wave of lust through her, bringing her closer to the edge with every ferocious thrust of his. 

Negan felt his knot swell, pushing himself deeper and deeper, hard pounds that made her lose all strength, only focused on the pleasure he provided her with. “Be a good girl for your alpha and take my knot” Negan connected his lips with hers, hand finding her throbbing clit, pinching the bundle of nerves till she stumbled into the arms of the most powerful orgasm she ever had. 

(Y/n) screamed and sobbed, nails leaving red, angry lines down his neck, lips still pressed against his as her orgasm rocked through her, leaving her breathless and panting. The most beautiful sound rumbled through Negan as his knot grew to its full size, locked inside of her, release filling her up, not giving her any chance to move away from the tall Alpha. “I always knew that you’re exactly what I need”, he kissed her forehead, patiently waiting for his knot to let go of her, mind already focused on the next time he’d have his way with his perfect, little omega. 

#Negan #negan smut #negan imagine #Alpha Negan #twd #the walking dead imagine #jeffrey dean morgan #a/o/b #alpha omega

[insufferablelust]

Pretty little thing (III)

Warnings : this series will be filled with Adult content, upcoming smut, murder, psychotic behaviors, dark kinks, traumatic events, manipulation, gaslighting, and isolation, interrogations, Daddy issues, abusive parents, blood, Spencer Reid x Unsub!Reader.

This is a dark fic, there might be stuff that could trigger you so please read with caution and/or don’t read it if you are sensitive to the stuff in the warnings.

MASTERLIST.

——————

Broke down the walls of her will, like the haunting willow tree singing as she savor and serve. adrenaline rushing and prickling inside her bloodstream, relishing the way his name rolls off her tongue. glistening with adoration, and graceful lust.

——————

“William Y/L/N, her father.” Next to her’s.

“Garcia—“

“On it!”

~

Y/N’s head was spinning, she hasn’t said anything hasn’t even heard any word that spilled from her lawyer’s mouth. Her mind solely pinned to the man behind the glass which she couldn’t see but she could feel him. His presence warms her up in a way, yet sent an incredibly powerful tingling feeling up her spine, from the beginning he was always going to be her’s— she has waited since cat, patiently waiting for her execution, playing the naive clean up girl for her, but now that her biggest threat, as well as her mentor is burning in hell, she’ll finally make him her’s. She just need to find a way to execute her masterplan.

“You aren’t listening, aren’t you?” The annoyed tone of her lawyer caused her to snap back into her role, sighing softly she let out fake tears slowly— knowing damn well the very man she want is right there.

“I’m sorry. This is all just overwhelming, listen do what you have to do.. all i’m going to say is....”

Spencer watched their interaction from behind the protective glass, his eyes never leaving every single micro expressions she made, every twitch of her lips, he saw everything even if he can’t hear them.

He watched as she cried, tears spilling all over the table her fingers were shaky, and her knees bounced. He could tell that the voice she lets out must be shaky, with hiccups, he scoffed to himself as he observed her. Knowing every single behavior she displayed was a cover up on top of a cover up.

Even after her lawyer stood up, his eyes never left her face, wanting to see everything. Not only that it’s his job— but there’s something about Y/N that almost.. amazes him in some ways, maybe it was because the cat situation but.. the way she built a fortress over her true self, the way she managed to be whoever she wanted to be and perfectly at that. It was like she was an actress, an art.

Then, he was snapped out of his mind when her lawyer close the interrogation door shut, sighing as she looked over at Spencer.

“Are you going to gawk at my client all day, agent? don’t you have a theory to pursue?” Typical, it was to get on his nerves.

“Yes, she’s a highly capable suspect of dozens murders. It’s my job to make sure we get her this time.” Spencer answered calmly, trying not to let any of their plans spilled, he was meticulous that way. Sharp.

“You better find those evidence soon agent, or the court will see to it that Y/N Y/l/N is— was in fact just another victim of Ms.Adams,” Spencer’s lips twitched at the sound of her voice, but moreover at the names she mentioned.

“Oh and My client asked me to tell you that the little brown house is only the beginning of the end, clock is ticking.” His eyebrows furrowed, as he snapped his head back towards Y/N— finding her looking straight to the glass almost as if she knew he was there, the sound of her lawyer’s heels clicking away turned all the wheels inside his head,

Little brown house,

beginning,

of the end,

————

“So, i found out William Y/l/N changed his name to Hansen Sharp after his company went bankrupt years ago. There’s not much of him few years after that basically just a mundane man living a mundane life but.. turns out, oh no..—“

“Garcia...”

“Hansen Sharp served jail time for a reported violence complaints from several different women but get this, after his bankruptcy, he worked as a high school janitor—“

“Let me guess, the women who reported him were the mothers.” Prentiss shake her head,

“Yeah... 4 Complaints, Violence against children, his victims were girls around 15 years old.” Garcia Cringed,

“Her stressor, she wasn’t even going to try to get her father after she left his house but then she heard it and somehow she met cat.” Tara sighed heavily

“No, cat found her, she told me that.” Reid crossed his arms this time

“Oh! i found his address, he’s currently serving parole, it’s 157 Brownstone— i’m just going to send it to you crime fighters.”

“We caught her before she could find her father whereabouts, that’s why she was so unstable. JJ, go with Alvez and Rossi, Tara you’re with me. Reid stay here, observe everything. Lets go.”

Brownstone,

Little Brown house,

Reid slammed the door open, meeting her eyes as she smiled, “Hello Professor, Is there anything i can help you with?”

She knew.

————

“Tell me where he is.” Reid banged the table harshly, eyes sharp through yours as you smiled still, bringing your chin down to rest against the table and rolled your eyes

“Who’s he? I don’t know anything, professor.” Y/N shook her head as she bit her lip teasingly, enjoying the tense look on Spencer’s face as he leaned in closer to where she was pouting underneath his gaze

“Y/N—“

“Oh! how wonderful professor! we’re using first names now? oh okay um hi Spencer right?” Her voice was bright, bright and manipulative. She reminded him of Cat, from the way she talked to her gestures yet there’s something about her that screamed wounded to him, as if she was tortured and this is the only way she knew on how to feel.

Closing his eyes momentarily, before opening them and slowly walked over her side of the table, gently running his fingers through her hair and chuckled as he suddenly grasp her hair tightly— she barely flinched, “Stop messing around, Where’s your father Y/N?”

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” She smiled in amusement, eyes glimmering with its doe like stares up at him. Y/N let out a satisfied whimper as he gripped the hair tighter, pulling it back slightly, his voice was so deep that she could feel the timbre rumbling through her spine,

“Tell me right now, or i swear to god you will never see me ever again.”

There, that right there made her eyes go soft, her smile turned into a genuine frown and she felt as if her guts were being punched— she hate it, hated the fact that he even dared to say something like that. Doesn’t he know that he’s hers and hers only? the possessiveness, the need to have him consumed Y/N the longer she sat there.

“Stop it with the tears, you might be a damn good manipulator to everyone but not me,”

What tears? Y/N thought as she sucked in her breath, she didn’t even realized she let out a tear let alone letting his words consumed her that way. She was in deep, and she won’t ever let him go.

“Oh but you see this, Dr.Reid,” She smiled sadly, leaning closer— so close that he could feel her warmth, and whispered,

“I’ll tell you where my wretched father is, although he’s all bloodied the last time i seen him,” She shrug as she press her lips against his cheek,

“but—“

“There’s no deal Y/N” He cut her off, causing her to giggle sweetly in his ear and tuts, “Ah ah but here’s the thing professor, i don’t mind if i get a death sentence or life in prison— either way i’ll die anyways and best believe i know how to,” She chuckled,

“You see all my life, i never ever wanted to hurt anyone but my father— well and Catherine of course but she’s death, and soon he too will join her.. unless...” She pecked his cheek now causing him to grip the table tighter,

“I’ll tell you where my father is but under the condition that you, my dear professor, shall go to a date with me.. You went with my so called twin, only fair i get the same treatment right..?” She smiled sweetly, leaning back down to her chair as soon as Spencer bolted out the door and thought, If only he knew that this is the beginning of the end, for him.

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By the time the team got back from the house, Spencer is already waiting for them, pacing around in the room as he kept on thinking about her offer,

“you, my dear professor, shall go on a date with me..”

“I would like to go on a date with you..”

He flinched when he remembered the phrase that Cat used, shutting his eyes for a moment as he thought about their words— analyzing them thoroughly, letting their voices dance around his head, as if taunting him to find the difference,

You shall,

I Would,

Cat proposed, meanwhile Y/N demanded.

He was snapped out of his mind as he heard the team walked inside, placing each evidence and clues they found on the table. A pair of bloodied socks tested to be Hansen Sharp’s, a bloodied hammer with no lead on the DNA match, and a written note of “Have fun hunting, x C” were amongst the things they found back at Y/N’s dad’s house, there were no sign of him and no trace of her DNA that could link her to the murder.

“We need think to rethink the best way to approach her,” Tara muttered, “She obviously knows where he is, whether she’s the one torturing him or not— she knows. Garcia have you found anything linking to the handwriting or DNA on the hammer?”

“No... according to her school journals, it’s definitely not her’s.” Garcia whispered the last bit, eyes scanning through her screen and sighed.

“Reid?”

“She asked me to go on a date, in return she’ll tell us where her father is.” He looked up at his team, to find them looking back at him and he sighed, “Look, maybe—“

“No. Absolutely not.” Prentiss insists, her tone set dangerously low as she flip through the newfound evidence from Sharp’s house. “We will not follow her game, no matter what. She’s as dangerous as she could get right now, maybe she wasn’t responsible for other murders but she is certainly a master manipulator. Whatever you do, do not let her get inside your head.”

Too late, Spencer thought.

“Tara is right, we should try different methods and we have to do it fast, we don’t know how long Sharp could take it.” JJ suggested, he went to pat Spencer’s back as he shake him lightly “We know you think this is your fault, but it isn’t, we’ll save him and we’ll get her.” She assured, Spencer smiled as he nods.

Yet, little did they know that Spencer was beginning to wish he never searched for her.

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iluso amor ; first part.

↬ summary: Cora has always considered herself elusive, easy to bore and adventurous to the last fiber of her body. One day for no apparent reason, she appears in front of the manager of a globetrotting circus passing through the city where she is temporarily staying to fill her life with magic. Baekhyun, as serious as he is handsome, has no intention of playing a role other than on the main canvas of the circus. He decides to separate Cora from her life of fantasies created by her travels and sets out to show her reality as raw and cruel as he knows it. Or so he believes.

Will time run out too quickly before love and passion devour him and he decides to risk everything for a love that lasts… Forever?

↬ pairing: baekhyun x cora fem!reader.

↬ circus!au ; illusionist!baek x hitchhiker!oc ; strangers to lovers au!

↬ genre: fluff ; romance ; angst ; drama.

↬ length: 2.8 k words.

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Vanilla, caramel and butter scents invaded her nostrils the moment she stepped on the re-centering and she reminded herself that from now on she should get used to the smell due to her timely madness. Beyond her view, occasionally blocked by some old trucks, a red and yellowish-white circus tent loomed along with several smaller tents and a host of caravans. The largest tent, dotted with gold stars, had a large, deep blue sign bearing the name of the circus and its owner. In addition to a few tethered horses, Cora saw a number of huge cages with animals and all kinds of unsavory people, including some pretty dirty men, most of them encrusted with mud and rust.

She was beginning to regret the moment when she had ripped the worn out brochure from the lamppost and the idea of joining the circus scene rose out of boredom. Yes, that was the case, curiosity had killed the cat and she could not contain herself that late afternoon when she had driven her bicycle past the front of the tents and the multicolored costumes of the artists had simultaneously caught her eye. But now it was not like that, the moment she advanced towards the train car where she was to present herself for the position, everyone stopped what they were doing and fixed their eyes on her. Without thinking too much, she stepped forward steadily as her sneakers sank into the sandy ground and she staggering as she stared at the ticket booth where the same brochure she was carrying was presented.

Away from the scrutinizing stares that once haunted her, she took the steps of the carriage two at a time and froze when she saw him inside. He had hair as dark as molten chocolate and chiseled features that would make his face look too beautiful if it weren't for the firm jaw and menacing frown. Men who possessed that brutal appeal had always attracted her but at that moment she would have chosen someone less intimidating to interview her. She tried to calm herself by reminding herself that she would not have to spend more than a couple of hours with him and that it would all be over as soon as she explained clearly why she was applying for the job, which she was still completely unaware of.

She cleared her throat and began with her introduction, first name, last name, place of birth, previous jobs and reason why she was there - from the latter she omitted boredom as a possible factor. The man in question did not give her a single glance and, of course, did not speak a word. She stared straight ahead, the unyielding lines of that hard profile making her skin tingle.

–“I, I want to learn about the trade...” She swallowed.

–“I'm really interested in the job, whatever it is...” She swallowed again.

–“Bastard.”

Until the man in front of her turned his head and looked at her, she didn't realize what she had said. He arched a dark brow with mild curiosity, as if he wasn't sure he had heard correctly. Her impulsiveness took control and she felt her lips tremble, for it was clear that they didn't share her problems in restraining her inappropriate thoughts.

The metal legs of the chair where he was sitting screeched against the hard floor of the wagon. He stood up, ironed the wrinkles of his pants with his hands and looking into her eyes for the first time, he said in a stern and inflexible voice:

–“You are hired. Meet me after the last show behind the main tent.” And without further ado, he passed her by without giving any other explanation.

She could barely suppress a sigh. She directed a furtive glance at the boy, still nameless and wondered what she had gotten into but an irrelevant part of her was dying for new adventures and without a doubt, he would be the greatest from that precise moment.

–“Ladies and gentlemen, the show is about to begin! Come closer everyone!”

The man who made the announcement was the same man who was encouraging people to buy tickets the day the circus had arrived in town, although now he was wearing a red master of ceremonies jacket. At that moment Cora appeared before the young man in the carriage, leading a black horse by the reins with one hand. It was then that she realized that he was not only the manager of the circus but also one of its performers.

He was dressed in a velvet jacket, a velvet vest with nothing underneath and black trousers tucked into high leather boots that snuggled over his calves. A jewel-encrusted band of all colors surrounded his torso accompanied by fine iridescent chains and some ribbons of razo that fell from his pocket. He also carried a rolled whip hanging from one shoulder. Curious about the skills he would display in the arena –she had gotten one of the dancers to tell her when they would leave and to her surprise it would be the next morning– she followed the man with his eyes. At that moment he saw her. The decision she had made had been too recent to seek a way out and she still did not feel comfortable talking to him. Cora tucked her hair nervously behind her ear and refuse to take her gaze from the horse following him when he began to walk towards her.

–“There are unsavory people hanging around the circus. Until you know how everything goes, stay where the rest of the audience is, always” he told her as he adjusted some rings on his slender fingers.

–“Understood.” She responded, since she had just promised herself that she was going to put forth her best effort and not get carried away by first impressions that day. 

 –“Come in and take a look at the show.” His tone was firm, despite the fact that she was already heading back to where she was previously. 

 –“Wait! What is your name!?” She asked hastily, not realizing that perhaps she had sounded somewhat desperate.

He glanced at her over his shoulder with the corner of his mouth slightly curved. “Baekhyun!” He said, chuckling, and with that he returned to his place in line with the rest of the artists.

She was still feeling hot as she circled the crowd and entered the tent through the back entrance. She found a free spot in the stands. They were weathered white-painted planks of wood, hard and narrow, with nowhere else to rest one’s feet but on the seat of the spectators in the row below. But she quickly set aside her feelins of discomfort the awkwardness when the lights dimmed, a drum roll crescendoed and a spotlight illuminated the emcee on center court.

–“Welcome to the happiest circus in Valencia, welcome to Gran Fele Circus!”

The music exploded, played by a band consisting of two musicians with drums, a synthesizer, and a consola. A lively version of New York, New York began to play and a white horse entered in the arena with a girl who carried a flag with the name of the circus. The other artists followed, carrying colorful banners, smiling and waving to the crowd.

It was the troupe of acrobats that caught Cora's attention; three handsome men and a beautiful woman –whom she identified as the dancer who had helped her earlier– named Laia, dressed in gold sequins, shiny leggings and thick makeup. They were followed by a group of horsemen, clowns, jugglers, and trained dogs.

Baekhyun entered the arena alone, riding his fierce horse, and unlike the other artists, he didn’t wave his hands or smile. As he circled the track, he seemed such a distant and mysterious being. He was no stranger to the presence of the people, but somehow he remained isolated and gave a strange dignity to the colorful display. 

As the show progressed, Cora was amazed at such talent. 

Suddenly, the lights went out and the music died away. A blue spotlight illuminated the master of ceremonies, the only one occupying the dark center court. His voice turned dramatically low and a haunting, folk melody began to play in the background.

–“How many times have we wondered if we were crazy? How many times did someone make us doubt our actions? How many times has someone come before us with the idea of changing our thinking? Sanity makes us useless, many times it is better to be crazy. Life is made for taking risks and if you don't think so, let the next person convince you otherwise...before time runs out.”

The lights began to gradually increase in intensity, the music resounded and Baekhyun entered the middle of a path that seemed illuminated by small streetlights, thin beams of light that danced around him and that were reflected in the small sequins of his suit. With indisputable ease, he untangled the whip dangling from a waistband and sliced through the air in all directions with it. Small particles, like glitter, floated in the air suspended around him. He performed a series of skillfully executed feats that were both daring and dramatic. They had brought a few accessories onto the floor during the emcee's presentation: ribbon targets, fluorescent balloons, chandeliers, and more. Circling the runway, he popped the balloons one by one, and a bright red explosion, like drops of blood, shot through the air with each snap of the whip.

The lights dimmed until only he was illuminated by the spotlight, and he grabbed a second whip and made them pop and dance in all directions with such masculine grace, Cora gasped. The dance was increasing, with faster and faster movements and, as if by magic, the two whips became one. With a powerful twist of his arm, Baekhyun lifted him above his head to set him off in flames. The audience gasped, the lights went out, and the flaming whip danced wildly through the darkness. When the lights came on again, he had vanished.

–“What are you doing here? Hasn't anyone taken you to the motorhome yet?”

Cora roused herself, her eyes snapping open. Looking up, she saw the same deep brown eyes plaguing since afternoon that day. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was but then everything came to mind: the circus, the manager, the show, his whip.

She suddenly became aware of Baekhyun's hands on her shoulders, it was the only thing that had kept her from falling off the old stool that she had been seated on while waiting for him. She had decided to wait there since it was the most illuminated area around the tent, next to government mandated public toilets where there was still a queue to pass them.

She shifted uneasily under his hands and tried to regain her balance with the idea that he would release her.

–“Could you tell me what time it is? I've lost track of it waiting here for you.”

–“It's about 30 minutes to midnight,” Baekhyun put his hands in the pockets of his coat. Instead of the suit he donned for the show, he wore jeans ripped at the knees and a white t-shirt printed with the word ‘Supreme’ in terms of design. Despite the casual attire he didn’t look any less intimidating.

–“Look dulzura, you will have to get used to my presence, since I will be your guide and housemate from now on”. It wasn’t as if Cora hadn’t tried to do it before, in fact she had been attracted to him the moment she met him, only his personality –and now a whip– had slowed her down. He, at her lack of response, muttered something under his breath and after a sigh, spoke again.

–“Come on dulzura, I'll show you where you'll sleep for the next few months.” He turned and left at a fast pace to where the group of caravans were together, paying little attention to the fact that she had luggage that weighed a ton, the consequence of her idea to buy a memorable garment from each city she had visited until now.

–“Wait!” Her scream had an edge of hysteria, but he seemed not to hear it as he continued walking toward the line of caravans. She rubbed the sole of her sneakers across the ruff, gathering some on the toe of it as she dragged her foot. With a gasp, Cora started walking again. Baekhyun approached two vehicles that were parked next to each other. The closest one was a modern white caravan, it looked spacious inside and on its roof you could see a satellite dish. Next to it was another caravan, dented and rusty that appeared to have been silver previously. She begged to herself that it was the space caravan and not the other.

He stood in front of the ugly rusty trailer, opened the door, and disappeared inside. Cora grunted but conceded since she had stayed in worse places. Perhaps the inside wasn’t as hideous as it looked on the outside. Baekhyun reappeared at the door a moment later and watched as she approached fighting with her backpack towards him. When she finally reached the metal step, he offered her a cynical smile.

–“Home, sweet home, dulzura. Come in and settle”.

Cora had always found the Spanish language something to delight in but this was the third time the nickname had come out of his mouth directed at her and she could swear that the way the word rolled on his tongue and briefly hissed before pronouncing the syllable "zu", surely it was close to the song of the angels that received you when you entered paradise.

She sniffed and climbed the four steps that separated her and...the interior was much worse than the outside. Narrow, messy, it smelled musty and old, with a hint of  mothball. In front of her was a miniature kitchen, the countertop metal, it had spots with peeling paint. To the right of the kitchen, the faded upholstery of the small sofa was barely visible under a pile of books, newspapers, and men's clothing. In addition, she saw an old, medium-sized refrigerator, wooden cabinets, and a bed with rumpled sheets.

Baekhyun stared at her blankly, genuinely doubting whether she had noticed. 

–“It is a small caravan as you can see, but it is comfortable and cozy in the cold. It's all there is and all I have.” 

The bed took up most of the back of the caravan, nothing separated it from the rest of the "rooms", the only thing that seemed to be secluded was the bathroom –which she would make sure to explore as soon as she had the chance. On the sheets there were tangled clothes, a towel, and something she couldn't make out from where she was standing.

–“I think I'll sleep on the couch, it would be better…”

He gazed absently at the tip of his foot, then looked up. She stared into those dark eyes –which depending on the light could be paler or even more blackened– and she felt a chill run down her spine, followed by another strange sensation that she did not want to examine further. 

He slowly raised his hand, adjusting a lock of hair that had been tousled while she was struggling with her backpack, Cora froze and pursed her lips as she felt the softness of his thumb brush the hollow under her ear with something that it seemed like a caress.

–“Do whatever you want, dulzura. I have to go, I still have things to do.” 

Cora gasped when she realized she should have felt danger but her skin had taken the brush of his thumb with pleasure. She felt Baekhyun's insolent hand move away from her hair as he pulled away from her, even though he had left something light on the trailing of her ear. The trailer door swung on its hinges. Baekhyun looked at her and stepped out of it, dropping his gaze from her face to a nonexistent point. Once he was out of sight, she reached for the object that was barely tickling her cheekbone and held the geranium between her fingers with a furtive smile on her face.

↬ This is all for this chapter, I promise to try to write more in the following parts. I will try to update every Saturday. Honorable mention: Oliv (@changshapatrol​) without her this story would be nothing, thank you for your patience and trust in me. I love you, a lots ♡   

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Can you write number 50 to Keinz Drocell?

Consider it as done.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, stalking, kidnapping

Prompt 50: “Tell me, is love supposed to be...this passionate?

Do you know the feeling of being watched constantly? The feeling of eyes drilling themselves into your soul wherever you go? The feeling of slowly going insane and starting to question your sanity? That’s what you were going through. The last few weeks had been more than just nerve wrecking for you. You had the feeling that something was watching your every movement. You had never seen anyone watching you, but your gut told you that you had a stalker. A really talented one since you even felt eyes on you when you were inside your house. You hadn’t told anyone about this so far because you still weren’t sure if you were right or wrong. It would also be pretty useless to inform the police without evidence shown. So you had endured this torture alone without anyone knowing. It had gotten worse and worse the longer it lasted and by now you couldn’t help, but always look around when you were walking on the streets. But no one seemed suspicious. Just normal people minding their own business. No one looked like a stalker to you. And that drove you crazy.

It had been late at evening when you had gotten home, the sun had already started to set down, illuminating the sky in warm colors. And you were done. Work was so stressing for you, probably you snapped at pretty much everyone who looked at you longer than a second. You guessed having the feeling of being watched had made you sensitive regarding this topic. And even now the gaze was still on you. In your own four walls. You really hoped that this all was just a really bad case of paranoia and nothing more. But that still didn’t stop you from covering yourself with the blankets when you changed in your nightclothes. It there really was somebody watching you, you wouldn’t let them see you naked. After you were finished with changing you checked twice if all of the windows and doors were locked up. You knew that this probably looked a bit overcautious, but you felt a bit more at ease when you did this. You glanced out of the window, looking at the streets of London. Since it was getting late the crowds out there slowly died out, the streets slowly getting empty. And that’s when your eyes suddenly stopped at a specific person out there. A man who had light orange hair and was wearing a blue tailcoat and a black top hat. A music box was hanging around his neck.

Why you had stared at him in the first place? You didn’t know, probably because he stood with his clothes clearly out from the crowd. Or it was maybe the fact that he was just standing there, not caring about the people passing by him and glancing curiously at him. He just stood there. Right in front of your house. Was he waiting for someone? You just stood there, leaning on your window to catch a glimpse at his face, but he had his head hung low so that you weren’t able to. A few minutes passed by and he still didn’t move an inch. You had heard from one of your friends that some humans were able to fall asleep whilst standing. Was that the case? Why did you even mind so much? You should just lay down in your bed. Other people could take care of him. But just as you were about to turn around the man suddenly lifted his head. He was handsome, you gave him that. He had amethyst colored eyes and some pretty looking symbol was painted under his right eye. For a moment you were just taking in all his features before you realized something. His gaze was fixicated on you, his amethyst eyes focusing on you. That’s when you felt it over you washing. The same feeling that had seemed to follow you this past few weeks. No way! Was this man your stalker?! Both of you stared at each other for a few moments and you could feel your heart drumming against your chest, your mind racing with panicked thoughts. That’s when the man suddenly turned away from you, disappearing in the crowd. You watched him until you couldn’t see him anymore, letting a breath out you didn’t know you were holding in and closing the curtains. Had you just seen your stalker? But why was he suddenly showing himself?

You woke up later that night. You didn’t know why exactly, probably because the sleep you had gotten so far wasn’t very relaxing. That damn guy was even watching you in your sleep. His face had been everywhere in your dreams. You sighed and turned around so that you were facing the door leading out of the room. You hadn’t opened your eyes so far and didn’t want too. That was at least until you felt your skin crawling with uneasiness. It was the feeling you always had when someone was watching you. But right now it felt so intense, too intense. As if someone was standing right in the room and watching you. You slowly opened one of your eyes. You nearly suffered from a heart attack then and there. Only inches away from you was kneeling the same man who had looked at you this evening and who’s face had haunted you in your dreams. “AAAHHH!!!!” You let a terrified scream out, pushed him out of your way and raced towards the door. But before you could reach the door you suddenly felt something cold wrapping itself around your legs. You saw how your face was racing towards the hard and dirty ground, preparing yourself for the most likely painful impact, but it never came. Instead you felt two arms grabbing you under your armpits and preventing you to meet the ground.

“Please be more careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You tensed up when you heard his velvet voice. You turned your head around to get a better look at him. He was staring intensely at you, giving you the feeling that he wanted to pierce your soul with his somewhat emotionless eyes. “W-who are you? And what do you want?” He tilted his head a bit at your question. “My name?” He sounded almost clueless. He became silent and looked like he tried to find an answer to your question. Did he really not know what his name was? “I suppose...that my name is Keinz Drocell.”, he spoke after a few moments. Took him long enough. “And I’m here to take you.” He sounded so awfully calm whilst saying that as if it was someone normal. You on the other hand felt downright horrified. How could he sound so...so apathetic? “You’re the one who watched me, didn’t you?” “I did.” Again he sounded terrifying calm. “Do you even realize that what you did and what you’re about to do is wrong?! Are you crazy?!”, you yelled, fear audible in your voice.

“I reasoned with myself that I have to do this because I love you.” He...loved...you? “When I first saw you, you were a shining beauty and originally I planned to turn you into a puppet made out of silver and gold to match your beauty. But when I started watching you I suddenly felt so...weird. It felt like something invisible pulled me to you. The way you laugh, talk and move. All of it was a masterpiece. I came to realize that if I would turn you into a puppet, I would ruin all of this. Not even the most noble materials could suit you. You’re already a masterpiece.” Turning you into a puppet?! The most noble materials?! You a masterpiece?! What was he talking about?! You had started shaking. This guy was scaring the living shit out of you! “But there was another thing that made me realize that you’re special.” Another one?! “Whenever I look at you I feel a tingling sensation in my core. I reasoned, that I must be human, but then why do I feel so empty without you? I never realized how lonely I was until I was away from you. I came to the conclusion that I don’t like it when I can’t see you and I also don’t like it when you spent your time with other people. It feels like I’m burning when I see how they dare to ruin such a masterpiece of you. So I was thinking to myself, why not take you with me? I’m sure that I’ll get endless inspiration from you and one day the both of us could probably create together puppets.”

You didn’t know what exactly came over you in that moment. It was probably pure survival instinct. But you suddenly turned around and swinged your fist with his face. A hollow sound was heard and in the next moment you felt pain shooting through your hand. You cried out and instantly pulled your hand back, observing your knuckles. Where your hand had hit his face the skin started to turn red already and some of your skin had even been scratched open from the impact. You stared stunned at your hand. His skin... It hadn’t felt normal. It was too hard and too cold to be human skin. When you looked up you shrieked sharply. His head was turned around in an angle that couldn’t be considered normal. It became even more eerie when he slowly rotated his head 360 degree until he was facing you again. His cheek looked perfectly fine, not a single scratch on his skin. He glanced down at your hand before slowly taking your hand in one of his gloved and caressing with his thumb the reddened and partially peeled off skin. “Didn’t I tell you to be more careful? Now you’ve ruined your skin. But if I remember right your body will heal this wound very soon again.”

You had the feeling that your eyeballs would pop out of your skull if you would continue staring at him with your eyes wide open. You glanced back and forth between your hand and his face. Then you did something unexpected. You lifted your not hurt hand towards his face, touching his skin carefully and tracing the tip of your fingers over it. That was no skin! What was that? It was cold and very smooth. Was that...wood? Keinz had started to stare intensely at you after you had started to caress his face. “What in the world...are you?”, you asked him shocked. He blinked a few times. “I’m human. I suppose.” “You don’t know what you really are?”, you asked him. For a moment he fell silent. “Am I not human?” So he really didn’t know. You almost felt a bit bad for him. When you were about to pull your hand away from his head one of his hands suddenly grabbed your wrist. “Don’t stop. For some reason I like it when you caress my face.” He pressed your hand against his face again. You were too perplexed to do anything else in the moment so you just continued stroking his face.

“Do you have experience in love?”, he suddenly asked out of the blue. “Huh?”, you asked confused, catched off-guard. But after a few moments you answered:”I suppose I have?” “Tell me, is love supposed to to be...this passionate?” You froze, shifting your gaze to the ground. How could you answer that question? He was obviously no human and seemed to be a bit lost in general when it came to how to act around other humans. Would he even understand you if you would answer him? You doubted it, but he was obvious waiting for your answer. “No. Normally it isn’t. But I guess you’re just a special case?” You sounded extremely unsure. Keinz seemed to try to find a deeper meaning behind your words. “So...you say I’m different?” “More or less.”, you replied. Keinz stared down at his hands clenching them to fists and opening them again. “I’m no human?” You kept quiet, clueless about how to help him. For a short moment you were certain that you saw a flash of sadness in his eyes, but they turned quickly back to their emotionless look. “I guess it doesn’t matter whether I’m human or not.” His grip around your wrist tightened and he moved his face closer to yours, too close for your taste. “As long as I have you with me I feel something. I feel emotions. I feel human. That only adds a new reason for me to take you. Even if I’m not human, as long as I can feel like one by keeping you with me I’m fine.”

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere keinz #yandere keinz drocell

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (4/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff, crack, college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

TAEHYUN | Sleeping Beauty (2.5k)

The sky had turned dark, not a single star in sight, covered by ominous looking clouds that helped set the atmosphere for tonight's grandeur. Sunset came about an hour ago. Everyone was scattered around enjoying the festivities, trying out different booths and events that were held by the different departments. But Taehyun wanted none of that.

The bags under his eyes and the ever present frown on his face made it obvious enough. He'd been working his ass off for days for their department's event— delegating tasks, going back and forth for supplies, decorating their venue, advertising, assisting a few students with their script— Taehyun could go on and on. He looks up at the venue from where he sat, frowning as he reads the sign he made and put up at the entrance: FRIGHT MANSION. He wasn't too fond of the name but everyone else thought otherwise.

The walls of the building had aged with time, sporting numerous cracks and holes. Amateur graffiti lined the entrance up until the doors that were previously barred shut. Taehyun figured there was probably more at the back but didn't care much to actually check. Moss and overgrown weed poked out of the ground, adding to the dilapidated building's charm. The place had a reputation of being haunted but Taehyun never believed in that, but it did turn out to be quite the efficient marketing scheme, drawing in daring students like moths to a flame. He'd wondered whose brilliant idea it was to get permission to use the old Nursing Department building. Oh, right. It was his.

The old wooden bench creaks as Taehyun lies down, propping his head up his backpack that he'd turn into a makeshift pillow. The leaves above his head sway with the breeze. The rustling of the trees made the chattering and screams from the inside almost inaudible. Almost.

Taehyun made full use of the bench that's situated farthest from the venue, taking the time to get some well-deserved shuteye before someone comes and ruins his beauty sleep over something stupid like someone's costume catching fire. The thought rings in his mind, the likelihood of that scenario was far too plausible for his liking. His eyes flutter shut, shuffling from side to side to find a better sleeping position before settling on the one he first had earlier.

A strong breeze sneaks up on Taehyun, making him wrap his arms around himself as he shivered. He recalls fumbling to wear anything he got his hands on before rushing back to school. A little thought would've been nice while putting on his outfit, by then he would've settled on a few layers of clothing rather than a simple loose sweater. Another blow of a breeze makes him frown.

No matter. He's slept under worse conditions.

"Sure is cold tonight, huh." You say, adjusting the box of glitter containers in your hands as you rush to catch up with your friend, Yugyeom, who was carrying less than you were. You curse the difference in length between your legs and his— Yugyeom's being longer than yours, allowing him to take larger steps. It didn't help that he was a fast walker too.

"Yup, sure is." He says, sparing you a glance. "Which is why we should hurry this up. I don't want to get scolded twice for being late with the delivery because of your tiny legs." And with a snort, he speeds up. You roll your eyes.

The crunching sound of dead leaves beneath your feet alerts the two of you that you're nearing the old Nursing Department building. A cool breeze rolls in, somehow cooler now that you were in an area with lots of trees. You've been here before, once, with Yugyeom. It was for a stupid college party dare he'd made with his friends, and he forced you to come with.

The two of you pass the wide opening, the path towards the building showing up in your peripheral vision. From where you were, you could see the brught graffiti plastered around the walls. A quick scan and you spot the one Yugyeom had made for the dare— a simple sign saying: GYEOM WAS HERE, huge enough for his friends to spot from afar the next day to see if he really did it.

You chuckle, remembering how dumb he looked when he accidentally sprayed some paint over his shirt. "Hey, Yugyeom, remember when—" A stronger breeze blows by before you could finish, whipping your hair in front of your eyes. This wouldn't have been a problem if your hands were free to remove the obstacle from your face.

"Shit." You curse under your breath when you stumble against something hard. You feel a little light-headed as your feet move to regain your balance, unfortunately the attempt doesn't do much for you as the contents of the box spills, the containers of glitter rolling away from you faster than you could catch up to Yugyeom. Speaking of your friend.

"Yugyeom, wait!" You let the empty box fall, your hands rushing up to brush the hair out of your face as you whipped around. The familiar clown outfit you'd been following since the beginning of the night was long gone. You almost felt a little betrayed if you hadn't remembered how he got chewed out the last time he was late because of you. "You're not even gonna help me pick these up?!" You yell, hands slowly rubbing against each other to combat the cold wind. As you expected, you're greeted with silence. Well, almost silence. You jump as you hear a blood-curdling scream coming from inside the building, your balled fists immediately shooting up in self defense. Not like it mattered. Punching a ghost in the face didn't seem possible in the first place.

The rustling trees greet you as you slowly flutter your eyes open, taking the time to adjust to the darkness before you can start to make out the form of the building, and on the second floor, light. You breathe a sigh of relief, a smile forming on your face as you remembered that there was a Haunted house event going on right here and now. Definitely made the place seem a lot less creepy, you thought.

A few sparkling dusts in the air catches your attention and you're immediately brought back to reality— the harsh reality of you getting yelled at by a fuming Jinyoung when he finds out that half of the glitter he had you buy was now spread all over the mossy landscape of an abandoned building rather than the cute little treat shop your class had worked hard to build. Yeah, good luck to you.

You feel the grass prick against your knees as you bent down to pick up the containers that still had most of their glitter on, taking two trips from where they spilled to the box that you'd left behind at the opening. There was no way you'd start carrying that thing around while you cleaned up. If any of the glitter spills again, you wouldn't know what to do. Well, you would, but it would be too much of a hassle to clean up after yourself all over again.

Lastly, you settle for the piles of glitter scattered around the area. Some were spread around in bundles, some were tedious to scoop up since they were scattered too far apart, and some were sticking to the moss and mud, to which you've decided to leave alone. You've never had a good relationship with moss and you tried your best to keep your hands and feet away from it as much as possible. Just the thought of feeling the nasty thing with your own hands had your skin crawl. So that's that, no touching glitter covered moss for tonight.

You continue your endeavors, following the sparkling trail until it led you to one if the benches. Specifically, the person lying down on the said bench. Even more specific, that person's face— his face that's covered with a pile glitter.

Another breeze comes swooping in and hold your hands close together. Your eyes widen when the pile of glitter that was resting comfortably on his cheek was now spread throughout his face. At this point, trying to get the glitter back wasn't even an option. You frown, crouching down to take a closer look at your poor accidental victim.

His hair was sticking out on different angles, his lips dry from the cold, his outfit loose and thin, completely inappropriate for the weather and arguably the spirit of Halloween. You couldn't help but compare your matching clown costume with Yugyeom to this guy's sorry excuse of a Halloween getup. But upon closer inspection, you recognize who this was.

You didn't know his name, just that he was the one in charge of the Haunted house event going on behind you. You'd run into him a couple of times while purchasing supplies downtown. He looked even more tired after each encounter. Looking at his peaceful resting face and how underdressed he was, you figured he must've reached his limit. He was tired, understandably so, and you just spilled glitter over his face. He wasn't going to be happy when he wakes up and gets some of this stuff in his eyes.

Another gust of wind blows past you and an idea sparks in your head. "Just gotta be careful."

There's a tingling sensation on Taehyun's face and it's certainly not welcome. For one, it broke his beauty nap. And two, there is no number two— irritation taking over his mind as he finds himself shifting his full focus on number one. At first, he decides to ignore it, trying to go back to sleep despite the uncomfortable feeling on his face. But then he notices something strange.

He tries his best to stay still, refusing to move and open his eyes. He realizes that the tingling sensation was quite similar to the breeze that kept passing by, except that it's smaller and somehow warm? He couldn't really explain. He just knows that it's uncomfortable and roaming all over his face. And that's when it hits him.

This place was rumored to be haunted.

Goosebumps spread all over his body. The sensation almost felt like there's someone breathing on his face. No, not breathing. Something stronger. The thought alone was enough for Taehyun's eyes to shoot open, quickly prompting him to get up until halfway, his lips brush against something soft and warm.

"HOLY SHIT." was the first thing he heard after being pushed back down on the bench.

His body stiffens, completely stunned. And he wasn't the only one. In front of him was a complete stranger in an unflattering clown suit, staring back at him with equal shock and terror as their hands cupped their mouth. Taehyun isn't quite sure, but he swore he saw a pink blush spread across your cheeks.

He eyes how your hands are still covering half of your face, slightly shaking. A breeze passes by, seemingly reminding you two that it was the main villain for tonight. Taehyun shivers in the cold and is then briefly reminded of the sensation earlier, a warm blowing. "You," He looks up at you, a concerned look on his face. "Why are you here? What were you doing to me earlier?"

"GLITTER." You scramble to your knees, trying to gather any left over glitter from before to show as proof. Managing to get a few, you quickly hold it up to his face. "I— well, you see. Glitter. Yes, glitter." You wanted to slap yourself for failing to be coherent during the time you needed it most. "I accidentally spilled glitter all over the place and some happened to land on your face so, yeah, I don't really know why I even did it in the first place but yeah.. I started blowing on your face to get the glitter off and— oh!" You grin once you realized that his face was now glitter free, well, except for his lips. "Looks like it worked out fine anyway."

Taehyun couldn't help but look at you as if you were crazy. Here you were dressed up as a clown and reacting to your own explanation. He sighs, the bench creaking when he moves to sit up properly. "So, you were behind that weird sensation on my face earlier?"

"Weird sensation?" Your brows raise. "Oh, the blowing? Pretty much, yeah."

"And the soft feeling.." Taehyun stops himself after piecing things together. His hand shoots up to his lips on instinct, his cheeks flushed as he watched you slowly stand up. "Did we?"

"Yeah."

"When I—"

"When you tried getting up."

The leaves rustle and one falls off its branch and lands straight on Taehyun's head. He brushes it off. "Sorry for that."

"No, no! I should be the one saying sorry. I accidentally spilled glitter all over you and even ruined your sleep. Your reaction was totally normal and it just happened coincidentally."

Taehyun could only nod. He had to admit, his mind wasn't 100% present at the moment but he could at least process what had just happened. He looks down, noticing the containers of glitter by your side. "Do you still need help?"

"With that?"

"Gathering the glitter."

"Oh, no. I'm actually done."

"Well, then what d—"

"Taehyun!"

Both of your attention shifts towards one of the windows on the second floor. There, a group of students were frantically waiving at Taehyun. He could sense it. The panic in their movements, how some of the staff were running around aimlessly in the hallway— he'd predicted it all earlier. He just thought nobody was careless enough to actually set their costume on fire in a venue that's only filled with fake candles, but they keep proving him wrong.

"I think they need you." You say, feeling sorry that he had to go back to his duties after everything that went on.

"More than I need them." Taehyun sighs, getting up from his seat. He doesn't bother to pack up his belongings, merely stretching out his body before turning back to you. He notices your eyes on his bag and he reassures you that no one's going to want to approach a shady looking bag in front of a creepy building at night. At least, not while he's around.

"Sorry again." You say as he slowly made his way to the building. "I'll make it up to you somehow."

Taehyun pauses. "What's the glitter for?"

"Oh, it's for our Halloween treat shop."

You blink as Taehyun turns to face you. You half expected him to smile or something, but he only continued to look at you with the same tired eyes from earlier. "If you want to make it up to me for ruining my sleep, then wait for me here."

"Huh?"

"We'll go to your little shop together once I'm done." He says, now smiling. "And you're going to treat me to everything I want."

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[nukyster-blog]

Changing course Chapter 11) Wanderlust.

.-.-.

Back in Kattegat, Ivar used to disappear in the woodlands. Don’t get lost dhyrbare, his mother would press, conflicted by her youngest wanderlust. As a response Ivar would ignore her, keeping his chin up as he crawled out of the Great Hall, haunted by the merciless ridicule of his brothers. None of them ever earned their mother’s concern, because their legs were strong, their physique proportionate. There was no reason for any mother to fear for the safety of those capable boys. But Ivar, poor Ivar… now that one could easily be trampled down by a horse. It did not matter how much Ivar physically challenged himself; dueling, throwing axes, wrestling his brothers to the ground. By the end of the day, his opponent could easily jump back on their feet. His small victory diminished in front of his eyes as his brother’s ran off, leaving him alone under the watchful eyes of their mother. Poor Ivar, defenseless in a fight to the death. 

It always left a bitter taste in his mouth and so, he spent most of his time in solitude. Ivar devoted himself to setting traps for rabbits all throughout the forest, pushing his upper body to its absolute limits as an everyday battle against himself. 

At times he’d tumble down a hill, or slip into a ditch. Mother’s eyes always showed their clear disapproval when she’d tweezed out thorns from his palms and fingers. His brothers would snigger when showing off his loot and call him crazy for poaching; he was a prince after all, a precious prince, why get his hands dirty?

Ivar never granted them any form of explanation for his endless wandering; it was his secret and his secret alone to keep.

In the forest, he was able to disappear. 

Nature did not care about his disfigurements nor his short fuze; in the maze of trees, trunks and wild lands there was only one rule that mattered: to eat or be eaten. 

As tall grass tickled his chin; seconds, minutes and even hours became inconsequential. Ivar could lose himself into the cycle of daylight and darkness, simply merging into the rural landscape. Nature was ruthless, it would not treat him differently; if a wild boar or wold found him, it would be a fight to the death. With no time for amused sniggering, ruffling his hair, nor a sympathizing pat on the back. Many times, Ivar would lose himself completely in the woods, silently willing that boar or wolf to appear; even if his remains would be eaten by wild creatures, he’d die with more dignity then the death that lay in his future; being smothered by their mother’s insufferable love.  Cold nor rain bothered him, draped from head to toe in his cloak, Ivar simply watched the drizzle canopy the dense and tangled vegetation. Bowl-shaped plants caught rainwater, insects, snails and frogs came out from hiding. Trees would whisper, thick leaves creaking underneath  hooves of skittish does, birds would jitter high up mighty oaks in the frisky weather. While munching on mushrooms, Ivar would get into contact with the otherworldly creatures; elves. He could see them, only from the corners of his eyes; like a pleasant dream they’d disappear before his perception was focussed enough to grasp their true form. 

They’d tease him, but not in the same tasteless way most humans did. Their soft voices were nothing more than a tingle in the air, their giggling sweeter than a songbird's chirp. The elves were tiny creatures, delicate and all female. They must have casted a spell on him, because on the green moss layered with roots, Ivar would find himself at peace; at times the forest was the only thing that silenced the raging turmoil that meandered endlessly inside his head. In the forest, Ivar did not need his legs, it was enough to simply observe his surroundings. 

A trait that had proven to be of value. He’d taught himself to be invisible and disappear into his surroundings, but his eyes and ears were always open. In Kattegat, it was merely tactical to play his brothers off against each other. Or use their secrets as blackmail to get things done. 

Now this trait could be essential. Because if Ivar’s captivity taught him one thing; it was that it’s useless to put up a fight. He was completely outnumbered, weakened, starving and in constant pain. But that did not mean he was giving up. No, what would the Gods think of him if those Christian bastards managed to break his spirit? Hel wouldn’t even care to take him in and he’d spend his entire afterlife in the same pitiful place as he was right now; down at everyone’s feet. Ivar did not pledge to kill the Giant to nurture his anger. No, he’d made a solid commitment to end that man’s life in the worst way possible. But if he wanted to succeed, he needed more than a weapon. What he needed was the perfect opportunity and an escape plan, because he certainly wasn’t planning to die on Christian soil. No, the Gods must have more in store for him. He did not survive all those drownings for nothing. Surely his father did not layoff his feast in Valhalla for nothing, there must be greater meaning to Ivar’s survival than to waste away in a pigsty. 

So, Ivar would keep his head down and quietly observe his surroundings, keeping his eyes and ears open at all times. 

Piglet had managed to inform him about their whereabouts using her hands and feet. ‘De Haar,’ was the name of the castle and although Ivar hadn’t been able to see past the courtyard, the  majestic towers and ramparts, moats and gats were drawn to him. Their shed was, like all the other peasant huts, banished from all beauty but was protected by the outer walls that surrounded the entire fortress.

Today Ivar was tasked with a new burden; cleaning various dirty cauldrons at the well. Although the work was boring and repetitious, it gave Ivar a perfect hiding spot at the well. While scraping the insides with sand and an old rag, ridding the iron of all caked up layers of food scraps, Ivar became a quiet observer.

By noon he’d learned that in order to reach the centre of the castle he needed to use the nearest side entrance. The linen-maidens walked in and out, using that entrance. Surely such expensive bed material wasn’t used for the common folks. The Giant’s chambers must be somewhere behind that side entrance.

Ivar also learned that Piglet was as much an outcast as he was. The linen-maidens didn’t give her the time of day and jerked their freshly folded linen away as Piglet passed them, as if her dirtiness would turn into a shadow itself and spoil their hard work. As noon passed, Ivar kept an eye on Piglet; she took her task as caretaker of the cattle very seriously. At dawn, she routinely took the animals to another paddock across from the well. The grass was taller there and a perfectly planted tree provided enough shade and sun. Scraping hooves, checking eyes for possible infection, petting their furs; the cattle all got their proper share of attention. A harsh smack on the back of his head brought Ivar back to his place; cleaning cooking material. A task he’d dared to pause for a moment and of course his master was eager to make him remember that there was no time to spend lazing around. The Giant granted him another degrading job; cleaning the chamber pots. Thank the Gods, all of them were already emptied, but still the stench of human waste made Ivar retch and shudder. 

.-.-.

A/N: So yes, back in the day Ivar spent much time tripping balls in the woods. If you read between the lines, Ivar was pretty much a lonely, depressed teenager, waiting for an encounter in the forest so he could die with dignity. I’m not saying ‘suicide’ but it comes close to mind. It’s sad really how a large part of his family ignored him, while his mother tried to smother him with love. Family dynamic at its worst if you ask me. 

Also, Castle  De Haar is a real Castle. I’ve been there a few times, time-line-wise a Viking could not be in the Castle, because it wasn’t built during their era. But hey, it’s my fic, my rules. Check out the Castle if you like, it’s stunning! 

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[kittinoir]

Echoes of You: Epilogue

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Ladybug could feel the ribbons in her hair fluttering as she gazed out over the city, alone for once. The buildings glittered in the setting sun. Its rays were warm on her face, and for a moment, she just closed her eyes and breathed it in.

The first time she’d transformed, she’d been afraid the Miraculous would somehow reject her as its holder, her betrayal still lingering in its magic.

Except the opposite seemed to have happened.

Rather than punish her, the Miraculous had welcomed her back with joy she could feel in her bones - and an upgraded suit. Unlike before, when it had been simple and spotted, it now sported solid black legs to her mid thigh and a solid and matching torso. Her hair, too, was now pulled back into a pony tail, longer than her civilian self - all reminders, she thought, of the girl who’d enabled her to wear the suit again at all. 

“You look happy,” she heard her partner say seconds before he dropped onto the roof beside her. “Thinking of me?”

“It’s good to be back,” Ladybug said simply, cracking an eye to glance side-long at her partner with a grin. 

“Good to have you back,” Chat Noir said, leaning on his baton like it was a fancy walking stick. His eyes softened. “Are you ready for this?”

Ladybug sighed, the moment over. “Yes. No? It feels so strange. I kept my identity a secret for so long. The crazy things I did… To have it all out in the open, sort of, is…”

“Oh, I bet,” he said, raising a brow in amusement. “I still want to hear about those crazy things, you know. I have a feeling the calls were closer than I ever imagined.”

“We’ve got time,” Ladybug said lightly, but inside, her heart had begun to pound, a newfound experience she didn’t entirely enjoy. She was used to her crush on Adrien. She had even gotten used to her feelings for Chat Noir. But together, as one person? Her partner was lethal. The idea of spending any amount of extended time alone sent her into acute cardiac arrest.

“Yo!”

Ladybug had never been so happy to be interrupted in her life. 

The two of them turned as Rena Rouge and Carapace dropped onto roof with them. They stopped a few feet away, Rena squinting at Ladybug’s face as though only seeing her for the first time.

“It’s really you, isn’t it?” she said softly.

Ladybug took a deep breath, subtly straightening her spine. Why was this so much scarier than any akuma attack ever had been? 

“It’s really me,” Ladybug admitted. It was the closest she could get. She’d get reakumatized before she said her own name from behind the mask.

For a moment, her friend said nothing. Ladybug could just imagine what she was thinking. All the secrets, all the lies, all the manipulation. Was she any better than Lila? Was she a hypocrite? Didn’t she trust her at all?

But then Ladybug was reeling as Rena Rouge enveloped her in a bone-crushing hug, at once familiar and strange with the competing Miraculous. “You are so amazing,” Rena whispered. “So incredibly, awesomely amazing. I’m so sorry you had to do this alone for so long.”

“Not entirely alone,” Ladybug murmured back, glimpsing Chat Noir over her friend’s shoulder as he chatted with Carapace. Giving them their space. He always knew exactly what she needed. How did he do that? How had she never noticed before?

“Talk about coincidence,” Rena said, finally releasing her. “We have some catching up to do.”

“How about a sleepover tonight?” Ladybug suggested.

“Done, girl,” Rena said. “I can’t wait to hear it all.”

And for once, Ladybug was looking forward to telling it all. Hiding her other life had caused a strain on their relationship she’d been unable to fully understand. It wasn’t just the lying, but the secrets, the things she had no way of knowing, the thing about herself she’d hidden away. Anxiety made her palms tingle; what if her friend liked who she thought she was more than who she actually was?

“Late as usual,” Chat Noir muttered loud enough to interrupt Ladybug’s runaway train of thought. She took the opportunity to scan the horizon once more.

“Maybe that errand is taking a little longer than we expected,” Ladybug said.

Chat Noir snorted, a sound so unexpected now that she knew who was behind the mask Ladybug had to bite her lip and turn her face to keep laughter from spilling out. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Quit whining,” another voice cut in. “We’re here.”

The four of them spun to the southern edge of the roof where Felix, borrowing the horse Miraculous, and Chloe, sporting the bee Miraculous once again, had appeared. Both were scowling, though the latter was staring pointedly at the roof, her arms crossed as though she’d rather be anywhere else.

Ladybug held her breath as she took in her one-time rival. She looked…the same. No scar marked her as having sacrificed anything for anyone, the loss invisible to the naked eye. She knew it didn’t hurt, not physically, but that confusion, that feeling of uncertainty haunted you. It was something she would never be able to repay. Chat Noir had told her he’d tried to tell Chloe about her missing memories, but they’d disappeared again over night. She knew the truth of that experience as well. The magic of the Miracle box simply would not allow one to have what it had taken away.

“Nice of you to drop in,” Rena quipped, but it lacked the usual bite. She, too, was regarding Chloe with a softness Ladybug had never seen directed at her before. 

“Well, he practically begged,” Chloe sniffed, her gaze darting up to them at last. “Plus he brought this with him, so how could I say no?” She fingered the Miraculous in her hair like she couldn’t quite believe she had it back. 

“Thanks for coming then,” Ladybug said, letting the attitude slide. It was the same old Chloe, but different, like she could see through the bravado now to the scared, lonely little girl underneath who was desperate to make friends but wasn’t sure how.

“Want to tell me what this is all about?” Felix asked. “I have places to be, you know.”

“So sorry to inconvenience you,” Chat Noir said with a sweeping bow. “We’d be delighted to get started to accommodate your busy schedule.”

“As of last week, every thing’s changed,” Ladybug said, interrupting what she was sure would turn into a Miraculous-powered smack down. As she spoke, her teammates visibly relaxed. “Some of us had our identities revealed previously to the confrontation with Hawkmoth. Some of us did not.” She didn’t miss Chloe’s wince, but the words held no malice. “Therein lies additional risk, but risk has always gone hand in hand with being one of Paris’s protectors. The previous guardian had rules about identities. They only hurt this team. Chat Noir and I are the guardians now; we have different rules. We know who you are, and you know us. I won’t force any one to hold, or to keep a Miraculous, but if you want it…it’s yours. Some of you have gone public with your identities. Some of you may have your identities discovered during the course of the next few months. This is no longer grounds for losing your Miraculous. Accidents happen. Mistakes happen… Fate happens. A Miraculous may be returned at any time, no questions asked. We understand the toll it takes to wear one. But what Chat Noir and I are asking now is for your aid in the fight against Hawkmoth and his henchmen.”

“He’s getting stronger,” Chat Noir chimed in. “We don’t know how, but the akumas he’s creating… well, you’ve seen them. He’s angry, and for him, it’s personal. He’ll <em>make</em> it personal. Your family, your friends, it’s all at risk. But…”

“The choice is yours,” Ladybug said, splaying her hands. “Chat Noir and I will be making the rounds tonight to offer everyone the same thing, but you four are the ones who got us this far. I wouldn’t be standing here without you, and…” She glanced at her parter to find he was already looking at her, an encouraging smile on his face. “We can’t save the world without you.”

For a moment, they all glanced solemnly at each other, the weight of the city finally shared between them. Then Felix snorted.

“And I thought I was prone to dramatics,” he said, but genuine warmth sparkled in his eyes. “Though I doubt you’d be able to manage without me. I’m in.”

“Ditto,” Carapace said with a grin, exchanging a fist bump with Chat Noir.

“You know it!” Rena squealed, enveloping Ladybug in another hug. “This is like, a dream come true!”

“You’re sure?” Ladybug whispered, hugging her friend back.

“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” Rena insisted. “I won’t let you down.”

“You never could.”

But Ladybug stiffened as she suddenly beheld Chloe over her friend’s shoulder. She wasn’t looking at them, instead choosing to stare at the roof, scuffing it with her shoe. War raged on her face.

“Be right back,” Ladybug said. Rena followed her gaze but didn’t say anything, merely offering a half-hearted smile, a silent wish for good luck before she turned to the boys.

“I thought you’d be happier,” Ladybug said softly as she came to a stop a few feet away from her one-time nemesis. 

“What’s there to be happy <em>about?</em>” Chloe demanded. Those deep blue eyes flashed up to meet hers, but dropped again almost instantly. “This city doesn’t want me as its protector. It never has, especially when it already had you, and despite the pretty speech, you can’t want me here, either.” She fingered the hair clip again as though she might just pull it off then and there, but she hesitated. “I don’t…I don’t deserve this.”

A thousand responses roared up in Ladybug, backed by guilt, but she reached for the only thing that mattered. “Do <em>you</em> want to be here?”

Tears welled up in Chloe’s eyes, but she blinked them away before they could fall. “<em>Yes</em>.” Her voice throbbed on the word and she quickly bit her lip before more words spilled out. It didn’t matter. Ladybug could read everything in it; the pain, the confusion, the shame, the desperation - the tentative happiness, the fierceness. The hope. 

“I meant what I said,” Ladybug murmured, daring to reach out and put a hand on the other girls’ shoulder. “We can’t save the world without you. More importantly, I don’t want to. You’re right - we do have history. But neither of us are the same girls we were back then. So much has changed. I’ve changed. And…I like to think you’ve changed a little, too.”

Chloe finally smiled, a half-hearted grin that faded almost as quickly as it had come. “That’s true,” she said. “The girl I thought you were would never have had it in her to be Ladybug.”

“Between you and me, I didn’t think I had it in me, either,” Ladybug admitted with a half-smile of her own. “I almost gave it up, right at the beginning there. Tikki convinced me to try again.”

“Tikki…” Chloe frowned at the name, confusion flickering in her eyes. Her hand went to her hair comb for a third time, but then slipped to her bare ears. Hope burst though Ladybug. She’d been right; Chloe’s memories <em>were</em> still there. But the look in Chloe’s eyes faded, blurring as the magic took hold, supplying a plausible answer to the question she’d only begun to form. “Huh. Some would say it’s impossible to improve on perfection, but I suppose if anyone could do it, it would be a Bourgeois.”

And despite the grim truth of the Miraculous magic she could see at work, Ladybug laughed. The comment was so like something Chat Noir would say she couldn’t do anything else. The two of them were going to be a handful. 

“So are you in, then?” Ladybug extended a hand, palm up towards the girl that had given her her life back.

Chloe finally looked up, meeting Ladybug’s gaze and holding it for the first time since she’d arrived. She placed her hand in Ladybug’s, hope blazing in her face.

“Yes,” she said, taking a step forward to where everyone else was waiting - towards the future. “I am.”

#echoes #echoes of you #the final chapter #i made myself sad

[chocoflanysuna]

Chapter 1 Part uno

One minute you were smiling as you watched your dad's S13 zoom pass by you.The sound of the engine intensifying as he shifts up a gear and increases his speed.The way you watch the wheels so gracefully graze the asphalt as he drifted his car to the left. This feeling, the adrenaline you get as you watched your father do what he loved most. He loved cars! He was a mechanic who owned a shop in the heart of Tokyo. Everyone knew him as the best car tuner in town, his name, Ukai Keishin the owner of “Ukai Motors”. You grew up surrounded by the hissing sound of the exhaust, the sound of engines being revved, and the sound tires made as they carved their tracks on the payment. This was the world you grew up in, the only thing that made you feel alive, this was home.

_

“Shit his breaks”, was the last thing you heard before the weight of the world came crashing down on you, everything changed in a fraction of a second. Your eyes were fixated on the silver Nissan s13 that was spinning out of control. Your heart beating out of your chest as a chill creeped up your spine. You wanted to run to the car that was no longer moving, but it was as if gravity increased tenfold and the weight of your body became more than you could handle. Your feet were planted, your legs felt weak, no longer strong enough to hold your own weight. Falling to your knees you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. The image of the car flipping over playing nonstop in your head. What went wrong? Why? Why did the brakes decide to give out now?

“Call an ambulance!”, you barely managed to hear. Your ears were tingling, your body breaking out in a cold sweat. You watched as your aunt took a hold of your father’s helpless body and held him. You fought the weight of your own body and ran, you ran and didn’t stop till you came face to face with reality.

-

There he was unconscious, blood dripping from a wound inflicted on his forehead.“Dad, I'm here dad! Don’t you dare leave me.” You reached for his bloody hand holding it tightly, checking his wrist for a pulse but felt nothing. His hand grew colder to the touch. He was gone. You broke down, your eyes growing into a storm as you began to cry.

You jolted awake, feeling a tightness around your chest as you let out a sob.

“Not again”, another nightmare, it has been three years since your father died but the nightmare hasn't stopped. The image of his lifeless body haunting you all these years. Reaching over to your nightstand you get ahold of your phone. “7:02am”, letting out a frustrated sigh you flung your legs to the side getting out of bed. You had a class at 9am so there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. You headed to the restroom and turned on the shower, you turned the knob all the way to the side labeled “hot”.The feeling of the water burning into your bare skin beautifully painting red marks and the suffocating steam the hot water produced became a reminder to yourself that you were still alive. It has been rough for you since the accident three years ago. That day you lost two things, your father and your love for cars.

-

 “If you have any further questions regarding your grades be sure to reach out to me via email before the end of the day, Sunday. Now, with that said I wish you all a great and safe summer. Class dismissed.”

Right on time with the dismissal bell your professor wrapped up the semester. Flinging your bag over your shoulder you made your way out of class and walked towards the train station.

Egghead <3:

“Ayo y/n is your class over?”

You:

“yeah?? heading to the station now, what’s up!”

Egghead <3:

“ahhh bet, c u soon suckah”

You:

“wait what!?!?!”      -Read

“TANAKA”                      -Read

“ i swear to god if you don’t answer me i- “   -Read

“What the hell.” You let out a sigh shoving your phone into your pocket.

Arriving at the station right on time, you watched as the train pulled in and a crowd of people came storming out. Once the train emptied you walked in choosing your preferred seat in the corner. Taking out your headphones you shoved them into your ears pressing play on your, “on my way home playlist.” Joji flooded your ears as your mind began to play out different scenarios.

“See you soon?” What did Tanaka mean? He lived in Tokyo, five hours away from Kyoto, where you lived. There was no way he was here, alone? Was Saeko with him?

Tanaka Ryunosuke and Tanaka Saeko were your fathers younger siblings. Although they did not share the same last name due to the fact that they did not share the same father, that did not take away from the fact that they were siblings. Ever since Saeko was born your father and her were inseparable, always doing everything together, even after your dad got married they continued to work at the auto shop together. Ryu on the other hand, is only a year older than you. He is like a brother to you. Although, technically he is your uncle, you never refer to him in that matter.

After about 25 minutes the train came to a soft stop, gathering your things you rushed out. It was about a 10 minute walk from the station to your house, but you were practically running, hoping that Ryu and Saeko were waiting for you. You missed them so much.

“Hey hun, how was school?”

Stepping into the kitchen you tried to hide the look of disappointment on your face, like usual you came home to only your mom.

“It was okay, how was yours mom?”

“Pretty busy, work was a little chaotic. Why don’t you go get cleaned up so that we can have dinner. ”

You walked into the hallway and opened the door to your room. Walking in you turned on the lights and were greeted by the scariest thing to walk planet earth. There in the middle of your room you came face to face with a baldy- you let out a high-pitch scream. But, it was quickly canceled out by the sound of laughter.

“Surprise shawty!”

“I fucking hate you!” You swatted at Tanaka's chest. He scared the crap of you. You never expected to be greeted by Tanaka's egghead looking ass, standing in the middle of your room. Saeko was also there, she was seated at your desk.

“We wanted to surprise you kid, it’s been a while.” Saeko embraced you in a lung crushing hug.

“But! How? When? Why?”

“Ryu told me today was your last day of classes before summer break, so here we are.” Saeko smiled and when she did you couldn’t help but be reminded of your father. They had a lot of similar features, including the blonde hair.

“You should have seen the disappointed look on (Y/n) face when she walked into the kitchen.” The sound of your mothers voice echoing from behind you.

“Mom! Did you know about this?”

“Yeah, I've known for a week now.” She said, giving you a devilish smile. “Now come eat you guys, the foods going to get cold!”

You all walked out of your room and into the kitchen, taking a seat around the dining room table.You talked about everything and anything, about your classes, the fact that you did not have anything planned this summer, and that you missed Tokyo.

“Well, (Y/n) how would you feel about staying with us this summer?”

You stared blankly at Saeko, you had not been back to Tokyo since the accident three years ago. You missed it, you couldn’t lie. The night life, the view of the Tokyo Skyline on those cool summer nights, the sound of cars zooming through the streets, and just everything about it.

You faced your mom opening your mouth to speak, but before you could even ask a question she assured you, “It’s up to you sweet heart.”

“Look (Y/n), it would be sick if you came back with us, you could help around the shop. It’s the summer you know! Gotta live it up ma dude.”

Tanaka was right, you hadn’t really been “living it up”, you’ve just focused on school and helping your mom.

“Okay, I’ll go!”

“Great!” Saeko jumped almost tipping out of her chair, the biggest smile plastered on her face.

“We plan on heading back Sunday afternoon, that gives you a day and a half to pack anything you need.”

_

*Sunday Afternoon*

“Alright we’re all set.” Tanka closed the trunk and walked towards the passenger side of the car opening the door for you.

You gave your mom one last hug, then hopped in. Tanaka closed the door and circled the car towards the drivers side. Saeko was in the back seat, claiming she was too tired to drive. She had brought her 2019 Honda Accord, since it was more spacious than her other beloved car.

Five hours went by in a heartbeat, between singing at the top of your lungs with Ryu and Sae, taking a quick nap, and talking about cars. Tanaka filled you in on the fact that he joined a car gang, he said it wasn’t a “gang gang” but rather a group of boys racing their favorite toys. He mentioned he had a race coming up and would love it if you joined him.

“Ryu, you know I don’t feel comfortable watching people race, not after what happened. What if you get hurt?”

“Look (Y/n), I know what happened to your father was terrible and your wound hasn’t fully healed yet. Trust me. I know how bad it hurts because he was also my brother. The person I looked up to the most.”

“Hey! What about me”, Sae swatted Ryu's arm.

“I love ya Sae, but we both know Ukai was a beast when it came to cars! He taught us all we know. Although what happened was horrible I know he wouldn’t want us to stop doing what we love. When’s the last time you’ve driven a car?”

You couldn’t remember, It had definitely been a while. You stayed away from driving, much rather taking the train or walking.

“We both know “U” would want us to live our lives, he died doing what he loved most.  I’m sure he would want you to do what you love even if it kills you.”

“Wow! Tanaka what a dramatic ending”, you giggled but you understood what he meant perfectly. You missed the car world, you wanted to go back, experience the ever so familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach as you took control of the wheel.

“I’ll think about it”, you smiled at Tanaka.

-

It was now Thursday, you were on your way to visit your father's shop. You had not been back since the night before you left for Kyoto. Did it still look the same? Would it still bring you that feeling of being at home? You recognized the street you were in, a few blocks away from the shop. You were excited yet nervous, not ready for the memories this place will trigger.

Saeko slowly reversed her beautifully wrapped 1997 matte pink Honda Civic Type R into the parking spot closest to the back door. If you could not tell she had a thing for Hondas. Making sure the car was on neutral she pulled the handbrake up and turned the car off. Hoping out you placed your hands in your pocket and followed after Saeko. Once you were inside everything looked exactly how you remembered it.

There were two car lifts, one on each side of the shop along with Snap-on tool boxes that aligned against the walls. The front of the shop had three separate garage style doors. The backside of the shop had a second floor platform. The platform was aligned with more toolboxes and several different auto parts. Below the platform were several rooms and the door you walked in through. The first room from the left closest to the back door was an office, followed by the employee break room, and the room farthest to the right was a mini garage. It had a garage style door but also a small glass one. Through the glass door you could see that there was a car in there wrapped in a black tarp.

It was as if your feet started moving on their own making their way towards the wrapped car, you reached a hand out to get a hold of the platinum color knob. You turned it and entered what seemed to be another dimension. The air was cooler yet inviting, you slowly peeled off the tarp exposing what layed under it. There it was, in all its glory, a black 1996 R32 Nissan Skyline.

“Close your eyes (Y/n) no peeking!”

You did as your father told you and covered your eyes with your hands. You felt him grab a hold of your arm and led you towards a different location.

“Okay you can open them now.”

Dropping your hands from your face you were left speechless.

“She’s a beauty ain’t she! I got a great offer on her, so I figured why not buy her and fix her up.”

“Wow” is all you managed to get out, you always admired R32 Skylines, you dreamed of owning one of your own. Now that dream was two feet away from you.

“Wanna take her on a spin?” Your dad asked, while wiggling the keys in front of your face.

Embracing him in a hug you thanked him and took the keys.

“She’s a beauty ain’t she.”

Saeko spoke from behind you dragging you out of your daydream.

“I had no idea you still had this. Mom told me you were going to sell it.”

“What! No! I would never! She actually asked me to watch over it, she knew you would come back to it.”

Your beloved Skyline, the last gift your father gave you before parting from this world.

“Wanna take her on a spin?” Saeko offered swinging the key between her index and middle finger.

Shaking your head, you declined her offer.

“Not today Sae, soon!”

You both exited the garage and headed towards the office continuing with your day. You helped Saeko with paperwork and sorting a few things out. It was just about time to close when you got a rather exciting message.

Kenma:) :

“Sorry about the late response, I got caught up with work. Breakfast tomorrow?”

You:

“YES! I would love that”

Kenma:) :

“same old breakfast joint?”

You:

“yes pleasee!”

Kenma:) :

“cool, see you there.”

Kozume Kenma was an old friend of yours, living a few houses down from you during your elementary through middle school years. Right before the start of your first year of high school Kenma and his family moved to a different prefecture. But, you never stopped keeping up with one another, hanging out every now and then. He was glad to hear you were back in Tokyo, inviting you to have breakfast at a small restaurant on the outskirts of town. They severed the best fluffy pancakes. 

#hq #kenma #kuro #bokuto akaashi #suna x y/n #fanfic haikyustory #hq imagines

[queenismyprimejive]

Roles Reversed (80s! Roger Taylor x Fem! Reader)

Synopsis: Roger’s and Reader’s sex life is in a slum. According to Roger at least. To make matters worse, he decided to share it with the world. With the help of a friend, Reader decides to teach him a lesson.

W/C: 4,308 (She is long and she is filthy; no regrets though)

Warnings: 18+ Pure smut. Sub/dom dynamics, Sub! Roger/Dom! Reader. Pegging, edging, overstimulation/orgasm control, oral (fem receiving). Slight bdsm, if you squint that is. You name it it’s in here.

A/N: I got this idea from someone who said it would be a welcome change to see 80s Roger in a more submissive setting, so here it is. This is probably the filthiest filth I have ever written in my life as a writer so please be patient with me.

“(Y/n), darling, it is so good to see you again, it’s been too long!”, Freddie exclaimed as he enveloped you in a hug and pressed a kiss to each cheek.

“Indeed, it has Fred, it’s good to see you too”, you smiled as you thankfully accepted the glass of champagne pressed into your hand.

The party that Freddie was throwing right now marked the end of months of writing and recording songs as they had just finished their newest album. Not that Freddie needed a reason to throw a party in the first place.

Upon entering the house, Roger had long disappeared in the crowd as you were left alone until you found a familiar face in the form of Freddie.

“Come one love, let me hear all about what’s keeping you these days”.

Freddie was usually the life of the party and he excelled in that role, so the fact that he actually took the time to catch up with you warmed your heart. He led me out to the patio overlooking the garden. As soon as we were out of reasonable hearing range of the rest of the guests, he turned to you. His otherwise cheerful expression got a more serious one.

“How are you really (Y/n)? How are you and Roger?”

His question surprised you. Roger and you had a good time together. You may not have seen each other that much lately because of the new album and your busy job but those were no reason to think there was something wrong regarding your relationship.

“I don’t know Fred… we’re doing really good I think. I know we’ve both been busy but…. Has Roger mentioned something about that?”

You saw Freddie hesitating, contemplating whether or not to tell you but now you only wanted to know more.

“I know it’s probably not my place to tell you, but Roger has been complaining a lot recently about not having a sex life anymore, I mean with the stamina he has…”, Freddie trailed off.

“What?!”, you whispered-yelled, “he said what?!” You couldn’t believe what you just heard. “Who did he complain to?”

“Me, Brian, John, the producer, the tech guys at the studio…”.

“So basically everyone”, you stated but you didn’t need any more confirmation from Freddie to know the embarrassing truth. You felt a lump come up in your throat, but it wasn’t one of sorrow, but one of anger and shame.

“I’ve never been more humiliated in my life”, you mumbled as you crossed eyes with Freddie. His gaze was one of pity, but that was of little use to you at the moment.

“I’m sorry (Y/n), we tried to warn him, we advised him to discuss these matters with you, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“Then what do I do now?”, you whispered as you looked down at your hands.

“Give him a taste of his own medicine”, Freddie answered casually.

That immediately drew your attention and surprised your eyebrows. “And how am I supposed to do that Fred?”

“Simple”, Freddie started, “you know how Roger likes to be in control, to have control over every aspect of his life, what if you were to take that control away from him? He’d sure think twice before discussing your sex life in public.”

“You make it sound so easy Fred, but I honestly have no idea where to start”, you sighed.

“That’s easy darling, try making him believe he is in control, and when he least expects it you take over.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Thanks for the advice Fred, but right now I want nothing more than to go home”.

He nodded silently. “I’m sorry to hear that but I understand. Come, I’ll fetch you a car ride home”.

 Once you got home, you decided to go to bed in time. But no matter how much you turned and wrestled with the blanket; you couldn't sleep. The thought of the fact that Roger had thrown your sex life out on the street, kept haunting your mind.

A few hours later, when Roger finally came home and pressed himself against you, you were still wide awake. And despite Freddie's advice, you had no idea how teach Roger who was really in control.

Today was the day, you had decided. Roger was out of the house doing press releases and interviews with the rest of band for the upcoming release of their new album, which gave you the perfect opportunity to get everything you needed for tonight. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Sure, Roger had been dropping hints about you being dominant during sex, but it had never really been an option until now. Furthermore, this entire evening was to teach Roger a lesson, not necessarily to have fun. That was just an added bonus. Just the thought of having Roger at your mercy, hands tied, legs spread and cock hard, made something in your lower stomach tingle.

After a long, extensive day of shopping, keeping Freddie’s advice in mind, you finally got everything you thought you’d need. Since Roger wasn’t going to come home until late in the evening, you had plenty of time to prepare for wat was to come. First on your list was a long hot shower. Using his favourite shampoo of yours for tonight was certainly going to get him going.

As you towelled yourself dry you took a look at the lingerie you had bought for the occasion. It was by no means modest, and it was probably the most revealing set you had ever owned. The bra was all black and all lace but had half cups, so your nipples remained exposed. The panties were equally as daring. It was made in the same material as the bra and left little to the imagination. Roger was sure to be mind blown seeing you in this set. The outfit was completed with a sheer black robe, only just concealing what you had hidden underneath. It was held together by a red, satin sash. Makeup-wise you decided to keep it simple. A little touch of mascara and some red lipstick would do the trick.

Just as you had put the finishing touches on your look and had places all the items you needed for the night in the drawer of your bedside table, you heard a key being turned in the lock. Good, Roger was home.

“Babe?”, you heard Roger call from downstairs.

“Bedroom”, you called back.

You heard the creaking of the steps as Roger made his ascend on the stairs. Your heart started hammering as his footsteps neared closer. This was it. It was finally happening.

“Well you sure look like a sight for sore eyes”.

You looked up and made eye-contact with Roger who stood in the door opening, a small grin tucking at the corners of his lips.

“What?”, you said defensively, “can’t a girl get herself some nice things?”

“Sure, can love, you won’t hear me complaining”, he smirked.  

You hopped off the bed and sauntered your way over to Roger, making sure your hips swayed at each step.

"Did you miss me?", you asked while you put your hands in his neck.

“I always miss you”, he murmured before pressing his lips to yours. His hands continued their descend down your body before cupping your ass through the soft fabric of your robe.

He bit your bottom lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss, which you granted him for the time being, He pulled you flush against him, his need for you already evidently pressing against your thighs.

“Rog…too…too many clothes”, you moaned against his lips as you started tugging at the hem of his shirt in an attempt to take it off.

Roger smirked as he pulled the shirt over his head. “So impatient love, someone is needy”.

“You have no idea Rog”, you said as you placed a hand on his now naked chest to push him towards the bed.

After he had himself settled against the cushions he pulled you on top of him. You let out a whimper as your sensitive clit made contact with the rough denim of his jeans. You grounded yourself against his clothed erection which in turn elicited a soft groan from him.

“Baby you’re driving me crazy”, he moaned as he grabbed your hips to hold himself against you, thus creating more friction.

“That’s kind of the point love”, you smirked while slowly untying the red satin sash that was holding your robe together. You then shrugged the concealing robe of your shoulders.

“Well… do you like what you see?”, you questioned as you let your fingers dance across his soft stomach.

You saw Roger’s eyes grow wide as he saw what you were actually wearing.

“Fuck baby you look amazing”, he groaned, “I mean look at your tits, they’re just…fuck”.

He twisted his right hand in your hair as he brought your head down to seal your lips in another heated kiss. You felt his other hand travelling downwards, tracing the line of your panties.

“Oh no, these stay on baby”, you murmured against his lips as you pulled his hand away from your lower body. You entwined both your hands with his and brought them over his head. As he slid his tongue in your mouth you fumbled with the satin sash to tie his hands against the headboard.

“Fuck… love what are you doing?”, he panted as soon as he realized what was happening. He tugged at the binds, but they wouldn’t give way.

“I’m taking control baby, I thought you wanted me to?” You whispered coyly against his lips. As soon as he reached in to seal the kiss you pulled back, admiring the handiwork you had created.

“Now…”, you started as you softly traced his jaw, “are you going to be a good boy and let me take control?”

Roger’s eyed widened as soon as he realized what was going to happen. He nodded eagerly but that was just not going to cut it for you.

“I need an answer Rog”, you said as you wound your hand in his hair and gave a firm tug, causing him to focus his attention back to you. When he still didn’t answer you grew impatient and grinded your clit against his already rock-hard but still clothed member.

“Fuck…yes baby…I.. I’ll be your good boy”, he moaned, “just… please”.

“What Roger?”, you asked sweetly. Of course, you knew him all to well to know what he wanted. You just wanted to hear him say it himself.

“Please…. just touch my cock”, he groaned, and he bucked up against your hips to cause some friction, but you wouldn’t budge.

“First rule to being a good boy Roger is to lay still. Can you do that for me baby or do I have to tie your legs as well?”, you questioned as you grabbed his jaw causing him to lock eyes with you again.

“Nnn…. noo I’ll be good I promise… please”, he moaned.

You slid of Roger’s lap and settled in between his thighs. You kept thorough eye contact with him as you slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His now freed cock was already hard and sported an angry red colour. Precum was dripping steadily from the tip already and you hadn’t even started. You had half the mind to just forfeit and wrap your lips around his cock to bring him to an earth-shattering orgasm, but then you reminded yourself that his please wasn’t priority number one. It was his punishment. So, you started doing something he was bound to dislike, purely because it took too much time.

You started by placing soft licks and kisses up his inner thigh, admiring the soft feel of flesh beneath your lips. Roger was already squirming by your actions but that didn’t stop you from continuing. You kissed all the way up his thigh until just below his cock, before you pulled away and resumed the same set of actions on his other thigh.

“Baby please…. Just…”, he moaned as he writhed beneath you.

“Now who is the impatient one?”, I asked before slowly biting the pale flesh.

You gazed up briefly to see just how fucked out he already looked. Lips parted, eyes closed, a sheer layer of sweat coating his face and upper chest, blonde locks matted against his forehead. It warmed your heart to realize that you were the one who accomplished that.

You reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. You squirted some in your hand before slowly wrapping it around his cock.

“Fuck yes baby please… just like that”, Roger moaned loudly and bucked up in your fist. You immediately halted your movements.

“Why did you stop?”, Roger groaned.

“Remember our first rule Roger?”, You replied sweetly, only barely holding his cock in your hand, giving him friction but just not enough.

Hazy blue orbs met yours in slight fear as he realised his mistake.

His head fell back against the pillow, “Not to move… y… you told me not to move”.

“Such a good boy for me Roger”, you said as you resumed your actions with your hand.

“Baby I… I’m close”, Roger moaned out and you realise that was your que to intervene.

As you edged Roger closer to an orgasm, or what he thought you were doing, you slid home a peculiar looking ring that you were told he was going to love.

“Baby… fuck.. what the hell is that?”, he groaned as he gazed upon the thin metal ring now sitting snugly at the base of his cock.

“This is a cockring Roger”, you said casually. “You might have heard of it actually. Funny thing really, the lady in the store told me how it actually works”.

“How about it?”

“Well…”, you started. “The beauty about this thing is the difference between being able to cum.. or not. See?”, you responded as you continued moving your hand up and down his cock, holding it a little firmer than before.

“Too… I’m too sensitive”, Roger stuttered out as he bucked his hips in a desperate attempt to get away from your touch, but you wouldn’t let him have it that easily.

“And now maybe you don’t get to cum, but I can”, you smirked.

Roger stared at you confused.

“Do I have to spell it out for you Roger? If you let me cum like I know you can, maybe, just maybe I will let you cum too, how does that sound?”.

Roger moaned, but again this was an answer you could hardly work with, so you squeezed his cock a little harder to which he yelped and writhed his hips. “Good…that sounds good”, he moaned as he threw his head back into the pillow.

You release his cock and crawled up his body to resume a new position with your pussy above his face. Roger groaned when he realized you were wearing crotchless panties. You felt yourself become wetter at what was to come.

“Well… what are you waiting for?”

His first lick up your pussy had you jolting against his mouth.  “Fuck… Rog that feels good. Keep…keep doing that”. Before you and Roger had gotten together you complained about how no guy had ever been able to make you cum with just their mouth. Roger managed to turn that around completely. The first time you had his head between your legs he got you trashing against the sheets. You doubted this time was going to be any different.

“Rog… shit you’re so good at this”, you moaned as you grinded your pussy against his mouth just to get a little bit more friction. His muffled moans of agreement spurred you on even more. You grasped the headboard for extra stability as you fastened your pace grinding against his tongue.

“Shit Rog… I’m close”, you stuttered. Your pace was faltering now. You knew it took very little to send you over the edge.

As soon as Roger delved his tongue deep inside your pussy you knew you were done for. Your legs started to tremble as your juices continuously leaked out of your pussy. “Fuck…. Rog, I’m cumming”, you moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

As you slowly came down from your high you slid down his body again and once more settled in between his legs, where his neglected cock was furiously leaking precum by now. You locked eyes with him and noticed your juices covering the lower part of his face.

You grinned as you held his face in your hands and captured his lips in a searing kiss, licking your tongue against his bottom lip, eager to deepen the kiss and to taste your own arousal of his tongue.

Roger moaned against your lips as he bucked his lips impatiently. “I’ve been good for you (Y/n), now please… please let me cum”.

“Oh, you think you deserve it now don’t you?”, you questioned as you once again wrapped a hand around his leaking cock. He hissed at the movement of your slowly sliding up and down his cock, a movement that was now bordering to pain.

“You think that when you start complaining about our sexlife you earn the right to cum, I don’t think so”.

His previously unfocused eyes now crossed yours in fear as soon as he realised what you had said.

“Please (Y/n) …. it hurts…’m too sensitive”, he cried out as his head fell back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut and hot tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Then say you’re sorry”.

You saw him clearly struggling, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Shit… (Y/n) I…I’m sorry, I.. I’ll never do it again, now please… jerk me off, suck me off, fuck me… just please..”.

You released the grip on his cock as to which he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fuck you?”, you asked sweetly, “is that what you want?” “It is, isn’t it?”

He nodded slowly, eyes drooping, trying to remain his focus on you.

“You’ve been dreaming about the day someone took control of you”, you said slowly, cupping his balls in his hands, which elicited a soft moan from him. “You’ve been wanting to stay on edge all night just so that I can fuck that beautiful ass of yours, haven’t you?”, you continued as you trailed your hands just a bit lower, and softly traced his pink puckered hole.

As soon as you made contact with the sensitive flesh down there Roger went rigid and his eyes shot wide open as he realised what you were going to do.

“Well…”, you grinned, “maybe that’s exactly what I’m going to do, if that’s ok with you”.

When he didn’t reply immediately you brought a hand up to softly stroke his cheek, causing him to lock eyes with you”.

“Do you want to do this Roger?”, you asked softly. A soft smile played at his lips as he nodded slowly.

“Ok then, be right back”, you said as you slid off him.

In the bathroom you took the harness out of the package you had so delicately hidden and slid it up your legs until it sat securely at your hips. You took a minute to check yourself out in the mirror. Lipstick faded, hair tousled and now sporting a black-leather harness with a purple dildo protruding out the front.

You made your way back to the bedroom where Roger hadn’t been able to move from his current position. He eyed you up and down and bit his lip as soon as he laid eyes on what was currently sitting between your legs.

“You like?”, you asked quietly, your insecurity about the whole situation suddenly kicked in. But when Roger smirked and nodded eagerly, those insecurities evaporated just as easily.

You settled between his legs again and let your hands glide slowly over the soft skin of his thighs, before slowly parting them. You reached over to grab the bottle of lube and coated two of your fingers with the thick substance.

You looked up at Roger one more time and once you got his nodded approval you pressed your index finger against his hole.

As soon as the first knuckle slid inside, Roger let out a loud moan and tried to fuck himself against your finger. You pressed a little harder this time and now your entire finger was buried inside of him.

“Please… move”, Roger moaned, and you complied by slowly sliding your finger in and out of him. When you felt he could take more you added a second finger and slowly started to move them inside his, softly twisting and scissoring them until Roger was trashing against them.

“More… please”, Roger groaned but you weren’t going to comply this time. You had waited long enough for the real deal; you weren’t going to pass up on it now. You slid your fingers out of him and he moaned at the loss of contact.

“Patience Rog, I’m going to fuck you now, ok?”, you said softly to which he nodded all to eagerly.

Pressing the head of the dildo against his opening had him scrambling against the bedsheets, but you calmed him down by slowly gliding your hands down his stomach, across his hips and over his thighs.

“Now, I’m going to remove the cockring now, but I want you to cum untouched, can you do that?”, you questioned.

He nodded. “I can try”, he said in a small voice, a different voice than the once I was used to hear from him.

As you slid your hand down his cock, you grabbed the cockring and slowly slid it off his cock, to which he threw his head back and let out a moan in relief.

Once again you pressed the head of the dildo against his hole but added a little extra pressure to it this time. Roger let out a loud moan as the head slid inside his ass. You saw his hole clench around the foreign object, but when you looked up at Roger and detected no signs of discomfort or pain, you decided to press a little deeper.

Soon enough you felt him relax just enough to slide the entire dildo inside of him. You halted your movements for a while as you studied Roger’s face. His head was thrown back in pleasure, eyes half-lidded and the sound of harsh pants leaving his pink, thoroughly kissed lips.

“Feel good?”, you questioned as you stroke some of the matted strands of hair from his eyes.

“So.. full”, he managed to let out. “You… you can move now”.

You nodded in agreement as you slid out of him almost entirely before sliding all the way back in.

“This ok?”.

“Faster…please”, he moaned, picking up the pace as you continued to pound inside of him. You spread his hips just a little wider and slightly angled your thrusts to have him bucking up against you.

“Please… right there… (Y/n)” he groaned,” … I’m going to…. fuck I’m going to cum”.

A few more angled thrusts and his body went rigid, cum spurting all over his stomach and chest and even coating your lower stomach. Then he went limp and fell against the mattress.

You slowly slid out of him to which he flinched just barely, after which you reached over to untie his wrists.

You got up from the bed and made your way towards the bedroom and rid yourself of the harness and the dirty lingerie. That would be a problem for tomorrow, you thought.

You returned to the bedroom with the sight of Roger propped up against the pillows, taking a few puffs from his cigarette.

You nestled yourself against him and used the washcloth you had brought from the bedroom to wipe the cum and excess sweat from both your bodies.

It was quiet for a moment before Roger spoke up.

“I really am sorry love for what I said, it was a dick move and the guys were right, I should have consulted it with you”.

You slowly traced soft patterns on the skin of his stomach. “No worries Rog you’re forgiven. Besides, I already got my revenge”, you looked up at him and smirked.

“Well”, he started, “If this is the sex I’m going to get because of it, who knows what else I might tell”, he winked.

You slapped his stomach softly. “Don’t you dare Rog I swear”.

“I wouldn’t love, but we’re keeping the strap-on because we’re definitely doing that again.

“Deal”.

End Note: Well this took way longer than expected, mostly because I am perfectionistic af and need everything to be perfect. Plus, I feel I can’t write smut for life, at least not short ones. I hope you all take a liking to this and if you have any suggestions or improvements, please let me know.

#roger taylor #queen #Roger Meddows Taylor #roger x reader #80s roger #aka daddy rog #not for the faint hearted #roger taylor smut #80s Rog #new stuff #femke writes things #roger taylor x reader

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Kira (13)

CHAPTER 13: I Don't Want To Be Lonely    

Loki x fem!Reader (Kira)

Series: Will contain fluff, smut, bloodshed, violence, anxiety, tears and the cries of my wilted soul.

Chapter content: Yeah...last time wasn’t good. This is...well...

Warnings: Blood. Blood. Blood?

Word count: Should I be really concerned about the fact that my colleagues think I have had enough ‘days off’ when I was trying to help my family make arrangement for the funeral and he wake? Because I feel like I would be needing a day or two off in the future. For an emotional break. And my boss’ attitude is clearly not making it easy. Anyways. I’m still trying to be positive every day. Music helps. My brothers and sister help too. Hopefully this’ll pass soon. *deep breath* *nods*

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

"Can you please change the music. It is burning my ears."

"No."

Loki turns to look at Heimdall with a simmering stare before letting his fingers change the track. The contemporary harps change to classics. While Loki seems satisfied with them, Heimdall rolls his eyes at it.

"Seriously? Could you not be any more of a boring personality?"

"Why? Watching me throughout the day isn't enough for you now?"

"Shut up, Loki."

"Don't even dare turn back that sloppy thing you call musi-"

The harps come back again.

"Is this why Odin sent you out of the country? He couldn't stand you doing whatever you wanted, right?"

Heimdall just sighs. The music is turned back to the classics. The next five minutes of the ride are spent in brooding silence that is diluted by the violin on the speakers.

"I don't even understand why you would consider sticking to me like a fly when you could've been guarding your golden boy," Loki murmurs.

Heimdall swerves through the traffic on the highway, looking at the raven-haired man from the corner of his eyes, wetting his lips, taking his time to answer that question. "Frigga made me promise to look after you."

Loki doesn't say it but the slow blink he does clearly shows all signs of internal shocks he is feeling right now.

"I have my allegiance to the queen way before I came under the wings of Odin. Or Thor. And I've never gone back on my word to her."

Silence.

"I'm sure you haven't. M-the queen knows well to use them wisely. Especially in front of the king."

"Alright. Okay. Stop being so passive-aggressive. Kira is just in being angry at us."

"I'm not-" Loki stops and sighs, letting his arm rest on his window's lower edge while he massages the bridge of his nose. "How did she even know?"

"You recruited her, Loki. She clearly can connect the dots even if it’s slower than you. You should've known it won't be long till she figured it out."

The lights from the small local shops and big hotels next to the highway are a blur to Loki's eyes. He tries to close them, hoping to remember the last time he saw you happy with him.

"I don't think she has it in her to avenge herself."

"She's not weak, Loki."

"She's too pure, Heimdall. She does not deserve that. No kid deserves that. And she does not deserve to be in this perilous world." The eyes aren't even trying to focus at the scenic dusk anymore. "She doesn't belong here," he whispers to himself.

Heimdall's hands grip on the steering a bit too hard. "She's stronger than she looks. I'm sure she can take care of herself. And when she can't...well, she has a lot of people lookin' out for her."

Loki smiles before furrowing his brows. "I think what you call looking out for is practically called being creepy, Heimdall."

Heimdall twists his jaw. "You better watch your mouth before I broadcast your live feed to the world."

"You'd be doing the world a favour."

The groan and chuckle are interrupted by Loki's phone ringing over the SUV's speaker with Robert's name flashing on the screen.

What did she do now, is all Loki can think when he swipes the green icon to take the call. "Robert."

"Loki-"

His name is but a broken sob escaping a set of aching lungs from the other end of the phone, pushing both Loki and Heimdall to the literal edge of their seats. The sobbing doesn't stop. Before Loki can even tell him, Heimdall is taking out the orbs from his pockets, picking up the one that glows vigorously and planting it in a slot right next to the wheel, calling out a screen over the dashboard to pin-point the location for him.

Loki's heart is beating fast, that usual raging ache being replaced by spasms of concern when Heimdall is putting the car in overspeed to reach where that little blimping yellow dot points on the screen.

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The silence of the hospital is haunting to say the least. Even this early in the night just two people sit in the waiting area under the weak fluorescent lights- one of them flickering at nonperiodic intervals. The receptionist sits laid back with a mobile in their hand, playing a game. A family sits on the upper floor, the kids eating chips while the mother pats the smallest of the children to sleep in her lap. The other mother is preventing herself from nodding off to sleep, time and again removing the crease from the papers in her hands, sitting up whenever she sees a doctor walk by. The floor above that is empty. Most of the lights have been switched off and the janitor is cleaning the floors, making them ready for the crowd that will rush in first thing at the crack of dawn to consult the doctors. The topmost floor is the only one brightly lit. It too is fairly empty- no waiting patients or visiting crowds- but for the doctors and nurses going about. The corridors carry the smell of disinfectants. Two nurses are walking down, laughing and joking about something. The minimal sitting outside the ICU has just one figure sitting there, fingers gripping on to fingers, nails being dragged down the skin on the back of the hands to feel something other than that noise of the heart ripping out of the chest. Feet being unstable- tapped now then due to the restlessness. Eyes being wiped away time and again with the tissues one of the nurses were kind enough to hand out. Now even the little soft paper is crumpled to its last bits, wet and beyond recognition. The cold draft coming in through every open door and exit does not help the already shaken nerves, but it does keep them awake.

The door to the ICU opens and your trembling legs get up from the seat with a wobble, your bloodshot eyes looking behind the doctor before anxiously settling on her. She speaks. The words do not settle in the first time. Nor the second. It takes a couple of repeated loops to understand what she's saying. She's calling out your name really softly, asking you if you're okay. You simply nod. She directs you to the corridor and you watch Robert wheeled out to the same direction she's pointing. He's covered in bandages and respiratory-mask along with more than one IV drip. He's being taken somewhere else. You want to go too. Be with him. But your legs don't move. They can't. You do try taking a step, but it ends up hurting everything inside you.

Don't leave him, your inner voice says, pushing you to walk and stop again. This time your legs stop on seeing Heimdall and Loki standing at the end of the corridor, looking like they've seen a ghost. Or something worse.

One look into Loki's eyes and you can feel yourself wanting to rush towards him for comfort because your frail heart cannot take it anymore. But the mind wants to force every rational thought upon you, instead making you walk towards his figure that is also managing to close the distance between the two of you.

"Are you alright?"

The cracked heart is broken into smithereens at his concern. You just nod because speaking will take a toll on you, gesturing to the room where Robert's been taken.

Loki hasn't missed the red marring your blouse and pants, smearing your neck and hands. His relief in seeing you stand in one piece is diluting the shock he is feeling on speculating what all you have gone through these past two hours. He wants to straighten your hair and pull you in his embrace. He wants to let you know you're safe. But he doesn't know if he any longer has the authority to do so. And he would rather kill himself than cross another line that might end up hurting you.

"The doctor's allowed us to see him," Heimdall breaks the morbid trance between you two, forcing you to walk inside.

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The beeps and hiss of the machines on the other side of the mirror fill the mute room where you and Loki sit- Heimdall stands, looking out the window, his hands in his pockets, the eyes sharp at any movement outside, his ears listening to the police officials trying to take your statement.

"You were facing the direction of the shooter and Robert was behind you," the officer named Gary breaks off, "but then you say Robert fell over you."

Gary's partner Sasha rolls her eyes.

"As I said," you try to keep your voice smooth, "Robert pushed me away, he tried to cover me and got...he got..."

Gary still isn't satisfied. "Again, was it a push or was it a cover?"

Loki tsks, rolling his eyes and looking at Gary with the will to choke him there and then. Sasha has seen that look way too many times for her partner.

"Gary," she begins, "she's in shock. I think we can give her the benefit of the doubt and carry on our investigation at the shooting point. Come on."

"But-"

"Gary...come on."

"Sasha, be a good officer for once and see this interrogation through. Shock or not, she's gotta recall the events and tell them for what they are. Otherwise, it all looks fabricated."

"Officer Gerald," Heimdall speaks from the window with the authority that the two uniforms are only used to in their office, "why don't we have a word outside?"

Heimdall turns and Sasha can see some wire inside Gary's system trip as his stance changes within seconds.

"Y-yeah. We were leaving anyways. To check out the uh that parking lot."

"Very well then."

Sasha would be lying if she says she isn't feeling something tingle between her legs on watching that man move the entire mood of the room with just his presence.

The officers make their exit and the silence tries to return again.

"I'll talk to Kol to amp up the security. You two should get some rest," Heimdall states before leaving the room.

"Come on," Loki gets up, "I'll drive you home."

"It's my fault."

You look up towards Loki. "He's here because of me." The last word breaks into broken chords.

Loki comes and sits down beside you. "Kira, it's not your fault. You did not know what was going to happen. Robert was there doing was he was supposed to do. And he clearly did his job well. Because you're here. Alive and breathing. If anyone is going to pay it'll be the person who did this to him. Who tried to-" he tries to keep his breath steady- "do this to you."

Loki can see the marks on the back of your fingers, redness painting your skin- a sign he's is quite familiar with.

"Are you okay?"

You bite your lips. pressing your hands against each other. "Russo asked me to come work with him."

Now, this wasn't something Loki was expecting to hear. 

He has to gulp down this information in order to keep his senses.

"Oh. So... you've thought about it?"

You turn your head to look at him, nearly scaring him with that look in your eyes followed by an offended scoff. "I'm not leaving you for him."

He tries to hide it but the positive swell in his chest brings an involuntary smile on his face.

"That man is shady."

"Why? Why do you think so?"

"The file Robert had made had the names of everyone working under Russo in Anvil Corp or for Anvil Corp. Donatella's name was in there."

Just when Loki thought that cliché of a man could not surprise him anymore.

"And him asking me to come away with him then clearly didn't sound like he was just doing it for personal interests."

Now Loki just wanted him dead.

"Miss Kira?" A nurse called out from the door.

"Yes?" You answered, both you and Loki wondering what it was about.

"Are you ready for the examination?"

You blink and sit there frozen for a few moments before nodding a confirmation and getting up, Loki mirroring you.

Both of you meet Heimdall in the waiting area on your way to the floor downstairs.

"Kol's all set up. Four men will be guarding Robert's room."

"Are they trustworthy, Heimdall? I don't want anything compromised for Robert."

Heimdall nods. "They're Robert's men. Believe me, they'll be doing more than we'd ask without us asking. For him."

"Make sure one of them brings him a hot cup of that Manali tea he likes. Along with croissants from The Irish Baker. That's a bakery cum cafe by the turn to Beverly Avenue."

Heimdall has to pause for a moment when he has to retake the moment in and realise the genuine concern in Loki's eyes.

"Yes, I'll make sure of it." He assures. "Come, I'll drive you home."

"No, you go ahead. Kira has her examination right now."

"Loki," you speak up, suddenly realising you've been calling your boss by his name, "I think you should go."

The change does not go unnoticed by the men either. But Heimdall rather not talk about it. Yet.

"No, I'm not leaving you h-"

"Kol can drive me home. Or David."

"She's right," Heimdall acknowledges, only earning Loki's judgmental glare, "for all we know this could be an attack on you. It's not like that hasn't happened before. Four men will be by Kira's side here. And you're coming home with me. Now."

"I'll be fine," you reassure your boss with a weak smile.

"Heimdall will wait here with you then."

"Will you just take him already?" You straightway talk to Heimdall, letting Loki take a very light but hurt gasp.

"Okay fine. I'm going," Loki agrees ultimately, "but you better get home soon."

And in that one soft moment when you're looking into those clouded green eyes, you want to take his face into your palms and assure him that you will. While Loki, at that very moment wants to take your face into his hands and beg you to let him stay and be there for you; for he doesn't want to let anything happen to you. He wants to make sure you're safe.

"I will. I promise."

Your words create an echo inside him. And he has to take that echo with him when he steps away from you to walk away and go home.

.

"So, what do you think?"

"My bet is on Andrews."

Heimdall brings the engine to life. Loki takes out his phone to dial Tez.

"That man never liked me anyway," Loki mutters ever so casually, "but I would not rule out a few other names."

"I'm tightening your security," Heimdall announces, "I hope that's enough for all the people who want you dead."

"Aw," Loki scrunches his nose a bit, "they'll only see me dead when I want to die, Heimdall. You should know that by now."

"Tez," Loki's attention is on the phone now, "I'm sure you've heard of the events by now. This is code sapphire. You know what needs to be taken care of, I presume?"

"Yes, sir," Tez confirms.

"What's code sapphire?" The lines on Heimdall's forehead are somehow working really well for Loki's amusement.

"There are days when I wish you don't know what I am doing by every literal second." Loki fastens his seatbelt. "This is one of those days Heimdall."

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The plates are cold over your bare skin and the air conditioning is really not helping at all.

"Is this really necessary?" You ask whoever is standing outside the x-ray room. "I just fell on the ground. That's actually pretty usual for me."

No answer.

You sigh and are about to slouch over when a flash works its way throughout the room.

"Anything else?" You- out and dressed up- ask the nurse who's been instructed by the doctor to carry out certain standard check-ups.

"Just a few more minutes," the nurse answers before picking up a pen a board with a checklist.

You groan internally and try to find the energy to go through the interrogation again.

"When was your last meal?"

"Uhh...it was...I don't know the time exactly. It was lunch on another continent so my guess is seventeen hours. Give or take a few." You simply shrug.

The nurse eyes you with a cocked brow and you cannot help but feel a flare of judgment lingering in those eyes.

"How's your eyesight?"

"I use glasses," you point at the ones you're wearing a bit too obviously. The nurse just sighs.

"Are you sexually active?"

"No."

"... I'd suggest you don't lie on your medical report."

The nurse is still moving her pen on the board when she makes that blunt remark that really rubs you the wrong way.

"Excuse me?"

An eye roll later the nurse is watching with a resting bitch face.

"I mean, come on, girl. I saw the man who was with you tonight. You don't need to hide that you're some big hotshot's lady."

"Okay," you raise your finger to address the frustration growing inside you, "it is none of your business who I do or do not sleep with. All you need to worry about is the information you're being provided."

She looks at you before exhaling a 'whatever' and going back to her sheet.

"You don't have to cry just 'cause you're his mistress."

Oh my God!

"Linda, I'd suggest you get out of the room before the patient sues you for harassment."

A sweet voice calls out from the door and you turn to watch another nurse standing there with her arms crossed across her chest, staring down at the other nurse.

"I was jus-"

"You should go," the blonde-haired nurse announces, bringing forward her hand to take charge, "I'll take care of the rest."

The former nurse clearly doesn't look happy but she lets go of the paperwork and walks out saying something snarky under her breath.

"I'm really sorry about that," the new one apologises, "the staff is usually really nice here. I'm Harleen."

"I'm Kira," you respond.

Harleen's presence somewhat lights up the room. And her smile only adds to the radiance she is emanating. She makes the effort to go through your chart and write what all reports are pending.

"We are all done here. Is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

You try to think of something that you might need to know. Your hand goes to your neck and the abnormality in touching it reminds you of something.

"Oh, I had a necklace I was wearing before I went in for the x-ray. I can't seem to find it. I kept it here on the table."

Harleen gestures you to wait and walks around the table to open a drawer and take out a little basket where you can see the pendant Tony had gifted you sitting in a silver loop.

"Thank you."

"No problem, Kira. Here," she takes out something from the drawer and hands it over to you, "take my card and call me if you are in need of any help."

Thanking her, you walk out of the room while closing the silver chain around your neck, nearly scared by Kol's uninformed greeting.

"Kol," you greet the man dressed in a black suit and smelling of a cologne that is surprisingly light to the senses.

"Ma'am," he greets back, so do the two men standing behind him, "this way, please."

You sense the presence of more of Kol's men behind you, curiosity getting the better of you and turning your neck around to watch two more men keeping a considerable distance. All of them are wearing an earpiece, keeping in touch by the second. Kol's auburn hair has been all moved back with a generous amount of gel, which reminds of something that Billy does.

The thought of him sends a shudder down your spine and you force your brain to think of something- anything- other than those dark, endless eyes.

The walk down the lift and towards the entrance is silent but it's made awkward by the foreign eyes looking at the men- and then decisively at you and your bloody clothes- wondering what is going on in the hospital at this time of the night. Your fluttering heartbeat does not help the meandering thoughts either but the chilly air fighting to touch your exposed skin as you step out does help dissipate the unwanted heat rising up inside you.

Before you can cover all the stairs to reach the footsteps of the building, another one of Robert's men is bringing Robert's SUV to a halt.

Kol steps in front to open the door for you before getting in from the other side. The rest of the security gets in another car save for one- who settles down in the passenger seat in your vehicle.

The cars are pulled out of the driveway and manoeuvred through small streets till they hit the road taking them to the highway. The dull yellow lights are the same shade as your heart right now, trying to grasp the reality of one of the closest person to you lying in the hospital. It is my fault, no matter how Loki sees it, you have convinced yourself.

"Robert will be fine, ma'am."

Kol seems to have read the tension on your face. Am I that transparent?

"We'll get the person who did this to him." He is making you a promise. He knows better than anyone- thanks to the years he's served- how it feels for the one who got away.

"Thanks, Kol." Your weak smile is the only gesture you can manage till you are looking back out the window at the lights passing you by. The smooth driving skills of whosoever is at the wheel are putting you to sleep. So, you close your eyes and try to see that which makes you feel safe. The darkness is filled with a lit-up corner where Loki stands smiling at you. "Come home, Kira," he says softly.

I'm coming home.

Eyes closed, the rest of the body is sensing the ups and downs and the turns of the car.

Whenever we are asleep, dreaming of falling- be it from the sky, a bridge, a car, a cliff- we do not feel the effect of that fall till we are reaching the surface, about to hit it with maximum velocity, which then jerks us awake, or sometimes changes the scene to something entirely different. That is what happens to you when the cargo truck hits the SUV from the other side, sending the vehicle to topple on itself and roll over multiple times. The seatbelt keeps you in place throughout as you watch the glass shatter and fly everywhere around you. Your hands are up and everywhere, not being able to find anything to hold on to. All this while Kol has you covered, shielding you from stray glass and gravel- besides anything deadly that could possibly be flying your way at any given moment. Everything registers inside you only when the car- or what is left of it- comes to a stop. Upside down.

First, the breaths go shallow. Next, the body registers the uncomfortable position it is stuck in. The eyes take in the surroundings- a disgruntled Kol freeing himself to fall down on the roof of the car, glass falling down from your hair, a bloodied hand lying hanging from the driver's seat. When that hand comes in view, your eyes do not leave the trail till they see the body hanging upside down with a broken neck.

The already shallow breaths are now turning into hyperventilating streaks. Kol registers the shock you're feeling right now and tries to move towards you. "David," he calls for the man in the passenger seat, "cover us."

The man is already out of the vehicle, up on his legs, disappearing somewhere ahead of the barrels on fire in the middle of the highway.

"Kira," he nearly eats up his groans and pains and when he takes your arms in his, "shh, shh, I'm here. Breathe. Breathe. Breeeathe."

His patient soft voice is readily obeyed by your teary eyes. Just as the third breath is taken in a shot goes off somewhere in the night. This time it is not that easy to be mistaken for a cracker.

"Kol," your cry is barely a squeak.

Two more shots go off.

"Shh, shh, I'm gonna get you out of here. Look at me. Do as I say. Here, fix your hands on the roof. Come on. Yes. You got it. Sure? Okay, I'll undo the belt now. Ready? Three, two-"

You are laying down on the roof, trying to feel your legs while Kol's hands are helping you get up and out from your side of the window.

The shards prick your palms. But the gunshots behind you are a horror that is shutting down every other pain response in your body. The throbbing of your veins is only adding to the understated panic.

Getting up you look behind to watch Kol standing by the wrecked car. You take a faltering step towards him and stop dead as you watch him go down on his knees before his upper body hits the hard road beneath him.

You do not know whether it's the shock of watching your one way to safety go down in one mean swing or the figure clad in black camo behind him, standing with its hands to either side- one of them holding a gun. The dark goggles shield the face beneath. But none of the shades of black can hide the blood dripping from the heel of the palm that holds the gun.

The figure just stands there. Frozen.

You wait for it to make a move. It waits for you to take one wrong step.

It doesn't even look like it's breathing. You are gasping for breaths.

It tilts its head just enough for you to notice. You take a step back into the embrace of foreign arms keeping you in place as a hand tries to cover your screams before netted darkness is thrown over your eyes and your writhing body is dragged away from the remnants of point of intentional disaster.

The goggles come off to let the ignited remnants of tonight’s catastrophe be reflected in dark boundless eyes.

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[luvdsc]

neptune’s atlantis.

Never underestimate a lady.

pairing :: jung jaehyun x reader genre :: fluff, action / pirate au word count :: 3,099 words warnings :: mentions of blood author’s note :: due to @winetae asking me for a jaehyun fic for months and then a pirate au last night, this finally happened. my knowledge of pirates is limited to peter pan and potc, so this is not historically accurate ↳ originally titled: “argh ye a fine swashbucklin’ lad” / “the jeffery roger”

The Vin et Gateau is your home.

After saving enough money to buy the small, but sturdy, beautiful ship, you set sail with an eager crew in tow and have not returned to your hometown ever since. And why would you? The sea welcomes you far better than any dusty and old village with equally dusty and old traditions that only offered you arranged marriage and childbirth, making you into another perfect cookie cutter wife.

The sea offers freedom, independence, and passion for you and your crew who also desired to escape the lackluster future you were all branded with simply because of your gender. The sea is now your hometown. The spray of salt tousles your already tangled hair and greets you every time you take up your rightful place at the helm. The water rocks your ship back and forth, the same way a mother rocks her child in a cradle, lulling you to sleep at night with the crashing of waves. The overhead cries of seagulls serves as a reminder of land refuge nearby, and the stars are your bright compass.

But the sea is also unpredictable. It is what drew you into its embrace in the first place. You thrive in the eye of the storm, seeking out the thrills that come hand in hand with navigating through tsunamis and hurricanes. And right now, it was a little too calm, too still, too pristine. You almost expect, anticipate even, what is about to come next.

Boom.

The sudden, unnatural crash of water that rings in your ears notifies you of an incoming raid. Yerim had called down to you earlier from the crow’s nest, warning you about a spotted ship: Neptune’s Atlantis. You remember hearing about them in your most recent venture on land, finding yourself in an obscure bar and listening carefully to the words of the madame working behind the counter. There was a new group of pirates in the waters from the east, who were deadly and calculating, succeeding in every one of their endeavors and maintaining their status as one of the wealthiest crews around. Armed with immense skill and dangerously handsome faces, they left behind a trail of broken ships and broken hearts wherever they sailed. Descriptions of many crews like this were commonplace and merely bar gossip. However, there was one tidbit of information that caught your attention.

The captain has never been seen.

Many tales have been spun surrounding the man who is an enigma himself. Stories of him being a ghost pirate, of him being so ridiculously scarred he could not show himself, that he has a claw for an arm and a gaping hole in his left eye socket, amongst other ridiculous speculations and wives’ tales only spurn on your own interest in this new ship and its mysterious captain. Only his name was known, of which people only dare to whisper in passing.

Jung Jaehyun.

Perhaps you may never say it aloud, but you are very eager, almost embarrassingly so, to uncover the truth about this man who appeared from nearly nowhere and molded himself into a legend.

You snap back into action when heavily saturated cherry pink smoke rises up from where the cannon had landed near your ship: a telltale sign of Neptune’s Atlantis. Immediately, you order Seulgi and Sooyoung to take charge below deck and position the cannons along with other members. They are to fire them after the third cannon from the rival ship.

Striding over to the railing of your ship, you look out, squinting in hopes of seeing the infamous ship. Your lips curl into a wicked grin when you finally spot them. After all, you are about to be reminded what the best part of being a pirate is. Other ships have learned long ago to steer clear of you after they were taught why you were called the most feared, ruthless captain with the only all female crew of equally vicious members. Dubbed as the Sirens by many of your defeated foes, you proudly hold onto that title. But, it gets a little bit too boring and mundane out here when no one dares to challenge you anymore.

Two more cannons from Neptune’s Atlantis are fired in rapid succession, and with that signal, your own cannons go off, the roaring shouts of your crew accompanying the loud booms. Your stomach flutters as the thrill of a new challenge tingles up your spine. It really has been too long. Your first mate, Joohyun, has taken charge of steering the ship towards your rival as you plan out the quickest and most efficient method of attack and plunder, gauging the upcoming looming ship and mapping out various scenarios within your mind. The ships meet all too soon, and soon, planks are roughly thrown across to connect them as unfamiliar, unwelcome faces swarm onto your ship. 

Immediately, you draw your weapon when someone—who looks more like a young boy than a burly pirate with his large innocent eyes and baby face, somewhat resembling the cat you used to have—brandishes their sword a little too close to your liking. You block his attack with a small grunt, slightly straining against the amount of force he administered. In a few moments, you easily overtake him. He seems to be a newbie, you observe, and his hands shake as he clumsily pulls out a small revolver. You make a small noise of disapproval, quickly jabbing the tip of your sword through the loop of the trigger and fling the gun over the ship’s railing.

“Now, that’s playing a little unfair, isn’t it? You with a gun and me with a sword?” You pout, backing the pirate against the railing as your sword comes dangerously close to the center of his chest. “And I don’t like guns. It makes all the fighting happen a little too quick, you know? Anyone can shoot a gun. It might take a few tries, but they’ll hit their target. Swords require so much more finesse and technique, don’t you agree?”

You drag the sword’s tip across his shirt, making small slashes into his shirt until your initials are completed. He is shaking now, standing before you, and you sigh, “You’re no fun at all, not fighting back. Lucky for you, you aren’t the one I want. So leave before I change my mind.”

He takes off the second you drop your sword to your side. The rest of your crew is preoccupied, the sound of metal clashing against metal and battle cries are all that you hear. Your eyes flit across the new persons, searching for the one who started it all. Your instincts tell you that he is not here. You look towards Joohyun, who gives you an almost indiscernible nod, as she fights a ridiculously pink haired pirate. She now takes command of your ship, and you nimbly begin to make your way across one of the planks.

Another man blocks your entrance, and you exchange blows, ending with him making his journey into the ocean, his echoing screams ringing in your ears. With a sigh, you continue to charge on against two men at once. These men have become a bit of an annoyance to you with their fights that last only seconds, merely acting as flimsy obstacles in your path. You easily parry your way through the remainder of enemies in your path. And once you reached the other side, to your utter surprise, Neptune’s Atlantis is eerily empty. Several large splashes are heard behind you, and you look over and see that they have all infiltrated your ship, the planks joining the two now cast off and abandoned.

Unsettled, you cautiously make your way around the deck, hand resting firmly on the hilt of your sword and prepared to unsheathe it at any moment. You see nothing suspicious, and at last, find yourself in front of the door to the captain’s quarters. Reaching out, you harshly twist the doorknob open and enter, swinging your sword around in all directions in fear of ambush. However, nothing happens.

You are merely greeted with the sight of a tall man, dressed in a simple white loose shirt and tight dark pants tucked into his worn boots and a sword hanging by his waist, with his back facing towards you. And you just know. This is the captain.

He turns to face you, and your breath hitches in your throat, eyes widening a fraction of an inch. With porcelain skin without a single blemish, sharp dark eyes that easily pierce and haunt your soul if you still had one, equally dark hair styled in a way that only a few strands fall on his forehead, and lips molded into a smirk that holds far too many secrets: Jung Jaehyun is nothing like the stories you were told.

And that is when you finally understand how dangerous he really is.

“Welcome to my humble abode, Lady y/n.” His lips quirk into another one of those smiles that has you nearly reeling. He strides towards you, and you shift in your position, your grip tightening around your sword’s hilt.

“It’s Captain y/n.” You hold the weapon in front of you now, making no move to lower it as he comes even closer. You have backed yourself out of the room as he advances and are standing on the deck by now. “Stand back.”

He pays no heed to your words, and in less than a millisecond, your sword comes down, swiftly cutting through the laced threads holding the front of his shirt. His chest now exposed, he finally stops, giving you merely an amused look. Your eyes harden as you step forward, toe to toe, face mere inches from his, and press your blade into his skin, but not nearly hard enough to draw blood.

“Next time won’t come with a warning.”

His eyes flickering down to your lips for a fleeting moment, Jaehyun laughs mirthfully. “Oh, sweetheart, I have to admit, you’re much more interesting and far prettier than the others I’ve encountered. It’s a shame you still fell into the same trap. Curiosity and greed have never failed to lead to a pirate’s downfall.”

He quickly pulls out his weapon, engaging you in a sword fight within seconds, and you quickly fight back, parrying his every move. And immediately, you know this fight was different from all the others you participated in. He fights the same way you do, with the same fire, the same passion, the same raw eagerness. And to your utter dismay, he is better. His attacks are just as calculated and nimble as yours, but they are stronger. He retains a force much stronger than your own. And you know you already lost, but he refuses to hand you defeat so easily. Because like you, he enjoys playing with his food, playing mind games, toying with his opponent until they beg for their end.

His eyes sparkle as the two of you move back and forth, almost as if in a dance for two. In moments, you are almost left breathless, fighting back every blow with one of your own as nimbly as you can. Grinning and looking quite relaxed, he then continues where he had left off, casually blocking off another attack from you.

“You see, the myths cause enough curiosity for any pirate to abandon their own ship and search for me themselves. And boasting a vast amount of wealth simply seals the deal. Curiosity brings them onto my ship to find me, but greed makes them abandon that search and look for the gold. And that is when I strike.”

His sword hitches into the hilt of your own, and he successfully pulls the weapon out of your hand, haphazardly tossing it aside where it lodges itself into one of the crevices between the wooden boards. He comes even closer to you, and this time, you do not waver, standing your ground with your chin held high, as he circles around you, poking you with his weapon, like a predator and its prey. Coming to a full stop in front of you once more, he reaches out and traces his finger against the curve of your face before twirling a loose strand of your hair between his fingertips and then tenderly, almost romantically, tucking it behind your ear. Gazing at you, he leans in impossibly close, lips mere centimeters away from yours, and once again, you nearly forget to breathe. He can hear the erratic thumping of your heart trapped within your rib cage, and he leans back at last, a satisfied expression making its way across his face.

“But you,” his eyes twinkle as he grins at you yet again. “You went straight to me. I must say, I haven’t had a fight like this in ages, and it is quite refreshing. I’m sorry it has to end this way. Alas, a crew cannot function without its captain, and a ship without its crew is a ship for the taking. But do let me take a small token to remember you by.”

His sword is suddenly thrusted dangerously close to your face, almost slicing your cheek, and you know he could have easily marred your skin but chose not to. A lock of your hair falls into his palm, and he tilts his head, staring at you with such a delicate, soft look in his eyes, one entirely different from the expression he held mere moments ago in the heat of the fight.

“It’s a shame,” he hums, “Perhaps, in a different time, at a different place, I would have mistaken you as the treasure instead. But nevertheless, it’s best not to dwell in such fleeting thoughts. We’re here in this place in this moment. Now, would you like me to accompany you to the plank, Lady y/n? My mother taught me that I should never allow a lady to walk home alone.”

With the tip of his sword pressed into your back, his question is no doubt redundant, leaving you with no choice. You walk forward, reaching the start of the plank. You halt, hiding a small wince and gritting your teeth when the sword harshly digs through the fabric and into your skin. Shame, it was one of your favorite shirts, too. You turn to him, smiling sweetly and innocently, ignoring the scraping of the blade across your skin.

“Oh, but please, I’m still a lady, am I not? So dear kind sir, would you oblige to giving me one kiss goodbye?”

The familiar look of amusement and interest appears in his eyes as he lowers the sword ever the slightest. “Well, if the lady insists as her last dying wish, who am I to deny her?”

You look up at him through your eyelashes coyly, tongue darting out to wet your lips. His eyes quickly follow the movement, and you force yourself to hide a sneer threatening to form. Your hands grasp onto the silk front of his shirt you had ripped earlier, pulling him closer to you. With one hand still clutching the sword positioned diagonally across your back, Jaehyun places his other hand under your chin, tilting your head up slightly before pressing his lips to yours.

His lips are surprisingly soft and warm, crashing against yours in the very same way the ocean crashes onto the shore. You are sighing against his mouth, hands wandering as they explore his skin beneath the tattered shirt, and his tongue swipes at your lower lip to which your mouth willingly parts to allow him entrance. His eyes flutter shut as he cranes his neck to deepen the kiss even further. You kiss him back harder as the kiss becomes more passionate, yet delicate and gentle. You become lost in his embrace, and the clattering of his sword on the ground is faintly heard as he finally brings his other hand up to cup your face, his mouth ravishing yours.

In an instant, you reach down to grab the short knife hidden in your right boot, this time twisting around to pull him into a chokehold and pressing the blade against his neck with enough pressure for a thin line of bright crimson to show. You kick away the sword over the plank where it flies across the scratched surface and into the plunging waters.

“Never underestimate a lady, Jaehyun. Better yet, never underestimate a lady captain and her crew.”

For the very first time, his eyes betray his true feelings as they dart around in confusion and panic when you face him towards the ship deck. There, your crew stands, smirking, with a few mock salutes towards him. You grin, raising one fist up in the air as your members follow suit, raising their swords with loud shouts.

“You see, you really were one step ahead, I’ll give you that. But unfortunately for you, we were two steps ahead.

“We had already hid our treasure before we set sail and removed any anchors from our ship. My members jumped off as soon as yours threw the planks overboard. They made their way to your ship and waited patiently for the right time to show, while your crew is floating somewhere on my abandoned ship as of now.”

Jaehyun only stands still, silent, as you grin triumphantly. Joohyun and Yerim step forward with a coil of rope, tying the defeated pirate’s hands behind his back. You stand back, watching with satisfaction and carefully tucking your knife back into its original position. Your crew mates unceremoniously dump him into one of the life boats tightly tied onto the side of the ship’s hull.

“So, thank you, truly, for allowing me to become the new captain of Neptune’s Atlantis. I’ll take it as a small token to remember you by.”  You begin to stride over to where he sits, his dark eyes now burning holes into your figure. Reaching out, your fingers wrap around your abandoned sword, once wedged between the floor boards, and pull it out with flourish. Twirling the sword in your hand before pressing it against the ropes anchoring the life boat in place, you lean over the edge, smiling mockingly at the glowering man before you.

“But, oh, sweetheart, I have to admit, you’re much more interesting and far prettier than the others I’ve encountered. It’s a shame you still fell into the same trap. Lust and pride have never failed to lead to a man’s downfall.”

With one sharp stroke, you cut the ropes.

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[cchellacat]

The Price of Magic

Inspired by WHALTC and Charles Blackwood.

Warning:  No smut ahead, none, not even a little bit. Not even fluff.

Supernatural. 

 He was late.  I sat in the car debating my next move.  Charles prided himself on punctuality.  One of his many little idiosyncrasies, but one that I had over the course of a century knowing him, come to appreciate.    I could count on one hand the number of times he had stood me up in the last ninety years and each and every time he had gotten himself into trouble.  I turned the letter over in my hand, re reading it for the tenth time. 

He’d gone to check on some distant family.  He’d check in on the Blackwood’s every few decades, introduce himself as a cousin, find out how bad things were for them.  It was a tragic story and one he’d told me only once.  A curse placed on his family’s line, one of madness and power.  I knew he’d hoped it would eventually die out, but magic was poisonous.  It often exacted a terrible price.  It was also something that grew stronger over time when tied to blood.  I wasn’t sure why he bothered going back, but every time I tried to explain that the curse would only grow more powerful he shut me down.   

 This time he thought he had the answer.  The money, the silver pieces, he thought if he could gather them all up, remove them from the family, the curse would cease to have influence.  Maybe he was right, but magic would work against him, stop him. 

He and his brother had been close once, but Charles brother James had grown greedy, killed their friend who had  wanted to marry their sister and then stabbed Charles in a fit of blind rage when he had challenged him.  That’s how I’d met him.  Laying at the bottom of a cliff, blood pooling on the rocks, sinking into the sand, the stink of dark magic heavy in the air, curling around the dying man.  I’m still not sure I made the right decision, healing him…  changing him. 

 He wasn’t happy at first.  Haunted constantly by the thought of his brother, his twin.  We’d spent fifty years together before he’d decided he needed time on his own.  Living as long as we do, I understood the need for space.  We spent a decade apart before joining each other again.  He’d come back lighter, more sure of himself.  He’d come back fluent in Italian and Portuguese.  Another few decades passed and we parted ways for a time again.  That’s when he got himself in trouble with some witches in the French Quarter.  I loathed New Orleans, the place made my bones hurt.  Magic thick and suffocating, sunk deep in the ground.  Getting him out had been tricky, I’d had to buy his freedom with blood.  It took him nearly a year before he was himself again after that.  Then there had been Tibet.  The stupid man had went looking for some mystic or other and fell down a mountain, getting trapped in a crevice.  He was lucky the locals had remembered the path he took or I might never have found him. 

 Charles always meant well, but he was too reckless, too ignorant in how magic worked.  I couldn’t blame him, it wasn’t in his veins as it was in mine and I guarded my own secrets closely.  He hadn’t had hundreds of years to learn to be wary, to be careful of what it could do.  He seemed to think because he was technically immortal that he couldn’t be hurt.  That fallacy was far from the truth, it just meant we had longer to truly appreciate the horror of death.  It meant people could get creative with us and not worry about permanently killing us. 

 He was over a week late for our meeting.  I eyed the address on the back of the envelope.  It seemed I’d have to go find him and pull him out of trouble, again.

 The Blackwood house was a wreck.  The roof caved in in places, windows broken and boarded up.  Just what had happened here?  I didn’t dare approach the house, the place was warded, it was sloppy, but effective.   I could break the wards with a little effort, but I decided to wait, watch.  See if I could spot him.

 Five days later and not a sign of my charming lover had me agitated.

 I waited till dawn before breaking the outer ward, running a mental hand over my link to Charles and tugging.  There was no response, but the link was still there, so wherever he was, he wasn’t dead.  I had worried after smelling the linger scent of ash and smoke from the house that he had actually been killed.  Fire, the only way to truly kill our kind. 

 Picking my way through the undergrowth I reached another set of wards, marking off the garden.  Kneeling I dug my fingers into the earth and found the ward anchor. A silver coin.  I almost dropped it on contact.  The piece felt slimy and corrupt to my own magic. 

This then, was one of the pieces of cursed treasure.  They were planted all around the house!  What madness could possibly have taken root so strongly to make any witch worth her salt think spreading such tainted objects so liberally would do anything other than make everything worse threefold and three.  I centred myself and followed the ward lines.  They were sealed in blood, anchored not just by the tainted treasure but by sympathetic magics too.   

 A cluster off to the right circled a mound of freshly dug earth.  It didn’t take much to figure out where he was and why he hadn’t returned.  The warding was to keep things bound to the earth, to stop them returning.  It was old magic, magic I thought I had managed to eradicate decades ago.  A binding spell to keep my kind in the grave.  Just how had they managed to pull this off?  How had they known?  Or was it just dumb luck?  I’d have to break the whole warding scheme to free him.  When I got him out of here I was going to kill him myself.  First thing first, I needed set up my own wards, I didn’t fancy being killed because I got complacent.

Breaking the ward was more taxing than it could have been, digging up his corpse had me reaching my limits.  When I finally had him free, I checked him over.  No pulse, no breath…  lodged in the back of his skull a piece of glass.  I wrenched it out and sat exhausted, waiting for him to come back. 

 The jerk of his body and the sudden choking intake of breath startled me more than it should have.  Charles eyes were wild with fright and shock.  When he saw me he reached for me, burying his face in my shoulder as he cried, my name a whispered prayer of relef on his lips.  What the hell had happened here?

 I felt the tell tale tingling of another magic user and looked over my shoulder.  The girl was ungainly and thin, hair braided harshly on either side of her head.  Looking into her eyes, all I could see was madness.  The quiet sort that twisted a mind and ate away at sanity.  There was death in her shadow, she’d taken many lives.  I could feel the corruption on her soul.  She’d used magic to kill. 

 “Stay back.”  I reached for my own power and sent it out in warning.  Charles jerked, head up, staring at the girl.  I couldn’t read his face, but I felt his fear, his confusion.

 “He’s dead.  I killed him.  Why is he back?”

 I ignored her and hauled Charles to his feet.  We were leaving, I couldn’t stand to stay another moment in this place.

She glared at me as I led him away, her fingers curling into fists.  We wouldn’t be safe until we were far from her influence.  Actually seeing the cursed silver and feeling the taint of the magic in this place gave me much more information than I’d had before.  The source of the curse was not human, but demonic.  The girl was too far gone to be helped, even if we had managed to find a way to lift the curse, she would always be a danger.  I’d have to contact a coven, owe another favour to those damned witches in New Orleans. 

Charles stumbled beside me silently, his arm slung over my shoulder. 

 “Are you going to say I told you so?”

 I rolled my eyes and tightened my grip on his waist

.

“No.  I think you’ve learned your lesson this time.”

 “She killed me.”

 “Which one was she?”

 “Merricat.   I…  God my head’s a mess.  I feel like I’m waking up from a nightmare.”

 “No wonder, she’d powerful, she’s been messing around with cursed silver and using magic for years.  She’s a murderer.  I could feel it.  Your family weren’t killed by some servant or grocer with a grudge.  It was her.  She put death in their food and watched them die.  How old would she have been?  Twelve?”

 “Something like that.  She…  god I don’t know what came over me…  I think I hit her.”

 “Charles, you can’t save them.  They’re already as good as dead.  Let the line end with them, let me clean this up.  If that girl has children…  it will never end, do you understand?  She’ll birth a demon and bring hell to earth.”

 “I thought I could save Constance, but once I was living in that room…  I don’t know what happened to me, it was like I was someone else.”

 “Are the family buried on the grounds?”

 “How did you know?”

 “A lucky guess.  She’d trapped their souls there.  You were probably being influenced by one and the curse would have been reaching for you too, this is the longest you’ve ever visited since your brother died.  You’re lucky she didn’t burn you.”

 “I know.  I’m sorry, I thought…  I wanted to help them.”

 “Sometimes, there’s no help you can give.”

 He looked at me sharply, but I didn’t buckle.  He saw the harsh reality in my eyes, I watched as he gave in with a heavy heart.  He knew what I would have to do.

 “I’m sorry.”

 I looked away.  The trouble with Charles is that he’s always sorry. 

 “Don’t be sorry, just… don’t go off into danger like that again.”

  The shower ran in the bathroom of our hotel room.  The lights were on, I’d turned back the bed and I ran a towel through my hair, drying it as best I could.  The usual whistling the silly man indulged in was noticeably absent.  I took the clothes he left and stuffed them in a bag, I’d make sure we burnt them as soon as possible.  The shower shut off and he appeared in the doorway, towel slung low around his hips.

 “Better?”

 “Well, I’m clean.”  He answered somewhat bitterly.

 “Charles…”

 “I know.  I’m sorry.  I still feel like I’m about to snap.”

 “It’ll take a few days before you start to feel like yourself again.”

 I sat on the bed and patted the space beside me.  He looked torn and I faltered for a moment.  I‘d assumed the reason he’d written to me was because he planned for us to pick up our relationship where we left it twenty years ago but perhaps now wasn’t the time.  Maybe he had someone else out there waiting for him to return to.

 “Why did you come?”

 The question unnerved me.

 “What do you mean, why did I come?  Haven’t I always come for you?  Why would I stop now?”

 “We didn’t part on the best terms, I only sent the letter so you’d know…  if something happened to me.  I didn’t expect you to come help.”

 “Dear God you’re dense.  We’re connected, you and I.  I could no more leave you to your fate than I could cut a part of myself off.  I can’t ignore you, no matter how long we live, I’ll always come for you if you need me.”

 “I don’t deserve it.  I don’t deserve any of it.  I don’t understand why you didn’t just leave me on that beach to die.  Now I’ve cost you even more.  What will they want from you this time?”

 “The same as before no doubt, or maybe a future favour.”

 “It’s not your debt, it’s mine.”

 “That won’t matter to the witches of the French Quarter.  They want power Charles and you don’t have any, at least none that they need.”

 “You could have left me in the ground.”

 “I could have.  Did you want me too?  Did you enjoy the silence?”

 He sat beside me and braced his arms on his knees.

 “It was peaceful, being dead.  There was nothing, just…”

 I touched his shoulder, running my had to the nape of his neck and rubbing softly.

 “I know…”

 “I’m sorry, about Prague.  About leaving you like that.”

 “I know.  I didn’t like it, I might have disagreed. But I understood.  Besides, it was twenty years ago.  Your silly notion of needing to fight the good fight was the right one.  I went to Rio and stayed there for the rest of the war.  I knew you’d turn up eventually, you always do.  I was just surprised it took so long.”

 “You would really take me back?  After everything?”

 “I’ll always take you back.”  It was the truth, I always would.  He was stubborn and opinionated and passionate.  He was everything.

 “You ever going to tell me why you saved me that night?”

 He lifted his head and I smiled sadly.

 “Maybe one day.”

 It wasn’t a lie, I would have told him, one day, when he was ready, when he remembered.  It’s why I always came for him. 

 Memory like desert heat, rippled in my mind, hot sand under my feet and the sky an endless blue.  Him.  Standing in the light like a god, the play of powerful muscle beneath his sun bronzed skin, the spear held tight in his hand and the arena packed with people, screaming for blood.  His blood.

I’d been foolish, falling in love with a mortal, even the magic I had could do nothing to save him that day.  We’d had so little time, but it had been the happiest I’d ever felt, before or after. 

 He’d been tied to his family in this life, so much so that he couldn’t let it go. So driven by his need to free them that, although we had been happy together, a part of him was always plotting, thinking, scheming to find a way to help them.  Maybe now, finally, he could let them rest. 

 “Come on, you need sleep, real sleep, not the two week dirt nap you took.”  I scooted over to the other side of the bed and tugged on his arm till he lay down beside me. 

 He lay still, staring at the ceiling.  He was always the same, in every life I’d met him, always obsessing over every little detail.  I’d hoped, by linking his life to mine that eventually he might remember who he once was.  I could see the same traits come to the surface each time, stubborn pride, a quick temper, his need to be in control.  But under all that, the passion and heart of an artist.  He was more than just a few two-dimensional traits bundled together, he was like all humans, complicated chaos personified.  I switched off the light and we lay in the dark.  I let out a breath when he finally fell asleep. 

 Sadness welled in me, he hadn’t reached for me once, not since he’d cried on my shoulder in the garden.  Turning on my side, I finally let the tears fall.  I knew the answer to the curse on his blood line now.  I felt nothing but helpless anger.  I’d brought it on myself, the price of magic.  Foolish to think I had circumvented it for myself when I knew the laws as well as any. 

 Once upon a time I had been in love. In my anger at the man who ordered my lovers death I had summoned an entity I shouldn’t have, cursing him and all his line to madness and death.  The gods of magic must have laughed, my love’s soul reborn into the same line I had cursed in his name.  The price of magic was death.  I knew the curse would continue, even my own magic couldn’t shield Charles forever.  When he was the only Blackwood left, the curse would finally eat away at him, until there was nothing left but an unrecognisable shell of the man I once loved.  The price of magic was death.  My death.

#sebastian stan #hbc whalitc wednesday #charles blackwood #supernatural tragedy

[darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts]

October Holidays

Modern AU short. 

Warnings: strong language.

Masterlist

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It felt like the same struggle every year. They would all get together as a group and argue over what they all were going to do for the holidays. This holiday was of course Halloween. Gathered in a local café they had taken over one of the massive booths in the corner and dragged an extra table next to it with more seats. Everyone in the group had their eyes turned on you. Oh, this is great seriously every damn time I have to play mediator or be the one to tip the scales on what we do?

“So, what will it be?” Nobunaga asked as blunt as ever with his direct way of talking. Thankfully after growing up with him and the rest of the group you were used to his little quirks and didn’t snap at him for being arrogant and domineering. Well you didn’t do it very often at least.

“I don’t know. Seriously I don’t mind what we do. Movie night sounds great. I have no issue if you all want to go to that house party that Masa’s friend is having or doing that other thing. What was it again Haunted…?” Your voice is lacking enthusiasm right now. You know it is but you are also on your second cup of coffee and not one of these guys was coming up with a definitive answer as to what they prefer as a group. It felt like organizing that trip back in high school all over again.

“Haunted Tours. You get to pick from three different locations and classic tales of horror and role play as you enjoy the evening.” Mitsunari smiled as he pushed a pamphlet towards you. It looked professional and respectable enough. Unfolding it you can see the photos of the three locations. Abandoned Hospital, Abandoned Mansion and an Abandoned Castle. ‘Come and enjoy the sights and sounds on this fright night spectacular. Meet the characters from your favourite classics: Frankenstein, Dracula and Sherlock Holmes. Be part of the story and experience it first hand as you traverse the well-worn plots till dawns early light. Will you survive till morning?’.  There was no doubt about it, it was different.

“Ok well I guess I would be up for this one this year. We can do movie night at any point and Masa is always getting invited to house parties and things so maybe a little roleplaying would be a nice change of pace.” You nod towards the pamphlet as you give it a small push back to the centre allowing the others to take a closer look at it if they want to.

“To think you would suggest role playing little mouse how adventurous of you.” Mitsuhide smirked in his usual teasing manner as he leaned towards you. You were never able to avoid him and his gaze. As hard as you tried he always managed to find a gap in your armour and sneak in making you blush. Deciding to ignore him and his taunting you give him a withering look and roll your eyes back towards the rest of the group.

“Well I’m up for anything you know that Kitten and this looks like a hoot to me.” Masa flipped over the information smiling at it.

“You think everything is a ‘hoot’.” Ieyasu mumbled from his seat next to him.

“You need to get your head out of those medical textbooks more often and enjoy yourself more mate.” Masa laughed and slapped Ieyasu on the shoulder earning him an icy glare in response.

“My medical textbooks are a requirement to achieve my degree. You wish to tell someone to get there head out of a book and interact more with the world around them then tell that to Mr Bookworm over there.” At Ieyasu’s words we all looked at our resident bibliophile. He had gone back to his book once more and was totally oblivious to the world around him and us.

“Hey Mitsunari you need to finish drinking our tea.” Hideyoshi tried to garner a response but was unsuccessful. Instead he opted for the tried and tested method of just placing the cup in the man’s hand for him and waiting while the muscle memory kicked into auto play motion and he began to drink his tea.

“I can’t believe after all these years he still does that. How the Hell does he survive?” Yukimura spoke with part of a chocolate chip muffin in his mouth.

“That’s simple he lives with Hideyoshi. And close your mouth when you are eating you’re not a wolf.” Kenshin was sitting at the opposite end of the table from you his presence as frosty as always, elegantly drinking a cup of tea. In school there was kind of a competition among the students to work out who would make the best king between him and Nobunaga. Both had their merits and flaws. Kenshin deemed the whole thing to be a waste of everyone’s time in the end and the matter was dropped.

“Well I say if our Angel wishes to take part in such an experience then we should accompany her. I simply cannot allow a beautiful woman to expose herself to such horrors without…” Shingen’s saccharine words flowed as freely as ever. For as long as you had known him he never seemed to run dry on his flattery. Insisting that all women are Angels or Goddesses in human form and going out of his way to treat them as such.

“I don’t see why not she is exposed to you often enough.” Nobunaga interrupts Shingen from by your elbow. Oh great. This was a familiar sight to you by now. The two had a history of arguing, the same could be said for everyone else at the table too if you were completely honest but Shingen and Nobunaga were a bit more… well just more. They had a way of arguing whilst maintaining perfect smiles, posture and tone that you begin to seriously question if you are actually witnessing an argument at all.

“Well I for one am looking forward to it. Shall we decide on what one we are going to do right now?” Sasuke interrupted the brewing conflict between Nobunaga and Shingen before Shingen could make his no doubt cutting retort. You quietly thank Sasuke giving him a smile. The group fell again back into comfortable companionship as we all discussed who wanted to do what.

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After a lot of arguing and gaining the attention of Mitsunari for his input as well it was decided that the group was going to split between the three locations. Sasuke, Yukimura, Shingen and Mitsunari were going to go for the Sherlock Holmes option. Kenshin, Masamune, Ieyasu all went for Frankenstein. Which left Nobunaga, Mitsuhide and you with Dracula. To be completely honest everyone at the table that day had insisted that they all wished to go with you to the event but that was not only impractical it was also not possible. The company running the events had a number limit on each one and when Mitsuhide phoned to enquire about the bookings he was told about the available slots for each.

So here you were standing in front of a large and imposing set of cast iron gates leading their way to what was left of a castle. The air was cold and thanks to the low mist it seemed to want to cling to your skin through your clothing. Checking your watch once more for the correct time you began to wonder if either of your friends was going to ever show up. Suddenly your vision is completely lost replaced with darkness and the feel of cold leather on your skin you give a little yelp to the new sensation.

“Guess who.” The voice close to your ear was familiar you ended up smiling at the harmless prank even though the sensation of their breath on your neck made your skin tingle.

“Mm, lets see who do I know that wears leather gloves and plays guessing games?” Giggling whilst twisting in his grip you manage to free yourself and flash him one of your biggest smiles. “Mitsuhide!”

“Well that is just unfair my dear. You render me completely defenceless smiling at me like that.” He was smiling but something in it was a little different to normal. It sort of feels a bit more genuine.

“If you are completely defenceless then I am Santa Clause.” Nobunaga joined in the merriment as he joins the pair of you by the gates.

“You mean you’re not? I always thought you were.” Your sarcastic remark earns you a smirking playful smile from Nobunaga and a light pat on your backside as he leans in closer to you.

“Well I do have a way of knowing when you have been naughty [Name]” His voice is the same but different. It felt different. Perhaps it was just the fact that you were hyped up over the events of the evening you had planned. After all his teasing was nothing new. You swatted his shoulder as you moved a little away from them both just in time to see one of the tour guides reach the gates and beckon you through to start your evenings activity.

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You were all shown to a private room filled with period costumes that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a tv drama or movie. Clothes were hanging on rails and shoes were laid out on a couple of units next to them, a collection of accessories glittered under the lighting in the room. The necklaces twinkled and sparkled like crystal but you were sure they were no more than ornate glass. Still though it was amazing. You let out a small sigh as you let your hand run along the velvet fabric of one full length Victorian dress.

“That would suit you.” Nobunaga’s voice came much closer than you had expected it to causing you to jump. Pressing your hand to your chest you lightly chastise him.

“Don’t sneak up on me you made me jump.”

“So, you are saying I can make you jump as long as I don’t sneak up on you?” Nobunaga had that dangerous challenging tone in his voice and that I dare you gleam in his eyes. You remember it from school. It was one of the first things you learnt, you don’t challenge him to a game and expect to win. The same could be said for the other companion you had tonight in your little group.

“I don’t know I think that this might be rather more flattering on [Name].” Mitsuhide held a loft a dress that seemed to resemble some sort of negligee. The fabric was not exactly sheer but it certainly would cling and leave no mystery whatsoever about what lay beneath. Nobunaga chuckled looking at your face as it moved between shock and settled on exasperation.

“If you like it so much then you wear it.” Your tone was even as you shot down the wardrobe suggestion from the yellow eyed trickster.

“If only it were in my size little mouse I may have considered it.” His smile didn’t faulter as he shrugged forcing a rather dramatic sigh from his lips before shooting you a wink that sent a shiver right up your spine. Honestly what is with me tonight?

After using the screens in the room to get dressed in the deep red crushed velvet gown you had found before you moved to the accessories table. You let your hand drift over the items before settling on something ornate and simple for your hair. You have just pinned it into place when you feel the light pressure and ice cold of something around your neck. A long loose chain with droplets of clear facetted glass was draped on you. A set of nimble fingers ghosted lightly over your apex of your shoulders to the base of your neck as they fastened the clasp.

“There now that is much better. You almost look like a lady.” The low tone of their voice doing nothing by way of cloaking their verbal jaunt.

“What do you mean almost? I am a lady you snake in the grass.” Mitsuhide laughed at your attempt to lash out at him. He could see your heart wasn’t really in the mind to hurt him and he just smiled eating up your reactions. He was dressed in a rather nice evening suit it was something that would not go a miss at any high-class black-tie event and you almost question if he actually bothered to get changed into period clothing at all.

“Now now Mitsuhide, if you tire her out now she won’t be able to enjoy the evenings activities.” Nobunaga’s voice emerged as he did a few moments later from behind another screen. He looked like an English gentleman at leisure. The smoking jacket he had on was the same colour as your dress the detailing on the cuffs and lapel was immaculate and gave it an extra grand flourish, very Nobunaga. After adjusting his cufflinks Nobunaga extended his arm as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Well, shall we?” And like that you all left the changing room and started your evening of roleplaying.

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If you had thought the event was going to run exactly as if you were part of the book you were wrong. It was based on the book but was set up more like one of those murder mystery locked room events with actors popping up and giving you a good fright every once in a while. You were each given a character at the beginning and a clue. Working together or individually in each room you entered had a puzzle to it. Mitsuhide had breezed through most leaving you behind. Nobunaga for some reason was hanging back. You were certain he had already found his clues in-between the shock set ups that the tour creators had made where actors popped out with choreographed random moments to scare you.

“Now let’s see ‘I am the same but different. I have a shadow but no reflection.’ What on earth is that?” As you look around the room your eyes settle on the man with you. Nobunaga isn’t looking anywhere but directly at you smiling at your confusion.

“I never get tired of looking at you.” His voice was soft and commanding as he drew closer to you. Something about it rendered you immobile.

“Don’t be so mean if you are going to hang around you could at least be helpful.” You wave the paper in front of yourself at the approaching man. He gets close enough to see it but he doesn’t stop. Each step forward pushes you back by instinct until you are backed into the wall of the room. The lights flicker and whilst you are disorientated you feel the sudden warmth and pressure of him as he presses against you.

“Nobunaga?” The tremor of uncertainty in your voice makes him smile more as he leans towards you. His breath on you neck sends every hair on your body into an alert sense of awareness. Your mind fogs over. This is the guy I grew up with. He’s a friend. He won’t hurt me, he’s arrogant and pushy… stubborn. He… he’s…

“I believe we have completed our little game my dear.” Nobunaga’s lips brushed your ear lobe as he spoke. He had you locked in place not just with his words or the arm he had next to you on the wall but with his blood red eyes. They glittered like rubies in the simulated gas lighting. Beautiful.

“What do you mean we’re finished the object of the game was to…” You somehow found your voice even if now it was only a whisper. Your breath catching in your throat as you tried to communicate.

“To solve the riddles and find the vampire.” Slipping his free hand around your waist dragging you even closer to him you fail to hide the gulp you take as you realise all to late exactly how much he has had your mouth watering. Yes, he was the guy you grew up with but for the first time you weren’t seeing that.

“Allow me to introduce myself Mina.” Your eyes go wide as he uses your assigned name and turn your face towards him. “My name is Vlad Dracul... you may prefer to call me Dracula.” Before you have time to react he moves faster than you have seen him ever do before his face nestled in the nape of your neck followed by a searing sharp pain.

The strength leaves your body as you tilt into his bite and give a small moan in response. You can feel his lips tweak into his classic knowing smile. His hands roam over your outline as he continues to nibble and tease the sensitive flesh on you exposed neckline.

Words have completely abandoned you, your head is swirling with the knowledge that this man is Nobunaga the one in school they called the Devil King. The guy who you knew always had your back no matter what was wrong and now he was Dracula reclaiming his lost love after a lifetime of searching and at this moment in time you were completely ok with that.

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[highqualitydolans]

Cannibal {05}

Part Five

Read Part Four

Word Count: 5,100+ Warnings: Mature content and language (14+). Graphic content. Graphic depictions of corpses.

They tell you not to run when you spot a cannibal. They can only sense movement. They can hear you, too, but it’s their eyes that really seek out their prey.

So of course I freeze up completely when I see it.

Its flesh is hanging off its jaw, so I can see every single one of its teeth, all covered in blood and muck. I try not to gag.

I dare not to breathe as the cannibal preys around the room, looking in every which direction for movement. It must sense me in here.

Then there’s a scream.

I know who the voice belongs to, and it automatically makes my heart drop.

The cannibal growls and turns to the direction of the voice, running as fast as it can.

“No!” I scream, running after it.

It runs upstairs, following the continuing screams, screams that I’m sure will haunt me forever now. I hear them too, and each one cuts deeper into me, hope plummeting with every step I take up the stairs, and they’re loud, drowning out my cries to try to get the cannibal to come after me instead, so I have no choice but to follow it, letting my feet carry me towards what I’m afraid I might find.

I’m up the stairs, and the screams have stopped. I look down at my hands, knowing moments before I’d had  knife with me, but it’s gone now. I must have dropped it in fear of the worst.

And the worst was probably here.

There were no more screams, just the sounds of cannibals ravishing a meal. There’s four doors lining the hallway of the house I don’t remember coming to. Slowly, I make my way down it, each step heavier than the last.

The first door is a bathroom. Empty.

The second is a bedroom. Empty.

The third door. It’s covered in blood. Handprints a size I know. I’ve held those hands before, I’m sure of it.

Hot tears are streaming down my face now. I already know what’s behind that door and I’m not even in the room yet.

Sickening slurps and disgusting chewing fills the room as I enter.

Two cannibals. Over the body.

Her body.

Feasting.

I scream.

One cannibal turns to me, lunging without a second thought.

I open my eyes, gasping. I’d sit up, but I hardly have the strength.

My heavy breathing fills the cabin, and I realize I’m still at the camp, my arm wrapped snugly in a bandage and my foot propped up, just as it had been for two days now.

I swipe a palm down my face. I’m drenched in sweat from my nightmare. I quickly glance over at Y/N’s bed. She’s tucked under her own covers, facing away from me. I can tell her breathing is heavy, so I know she’s asleep. I’m only a bit surprised I didn’t wake her, considering I’ve always been a loud sleeper. It’s always worse with the nightmares, too.

Sighing, I look back up at the ceiling. I recognized the body in my dream. I can swear it was Y/N’s but I’m not sure why I’d dreamt of her.

She’s made it obvious since day one that she has no interest in me, but who can blame her? I haven’t exactly given her any reason to like me. What, with the capturing her and her people, almost taking off her friend’s head - although I swear I wasn’t going to, I was just curious to see who had the balls to stop me. And Y/N had been the one to so it.

Liza, I think that’s her name, she’s forgiven me for it. Said she hates me a little, but forgiven nonetheless. Y/N’s a different story. I don’t think she’s forgiven me. I’m not sure she ever will.

Something about her pulled me in that day in our sanctuary. She stood up to me like no one else had. It was the first real challenge I’d ever been faced since the virus broke out. Well, the first real challenge from a real human who hasn’t been infected.

Y/N begins to stir in her bed, making me turn to look at her. Her body flips over, settling further into the blankets, but she’s facing me now. I wonder how long she’s been asleep.

Or how long I’ve been asleep, for that matter.

I look out the deck door, the one that leads out back to the lake. It’s still a bit dark outside, but I can see the sun rising in the distance. It casts a warm glow into our room.

Now I’m looking at Y/N again, the sunshine on her serene face. It makes her look youthful and soft.

I know for sure now that it was her in my dream, being eaten by cannibals. The thought makes me tremble and I slowly sit up, trying to push the thought away.

I run a lazy hand through my hair as my stomach begins to rumble. I’m suddenly plagued with the memory of praactical starvation before I’d fallen asleep last night. I also remember Y/N standing over me, promising to bring me back food before we went to sleep, but I can’t remember falling asleep at all.

That’s when I notice a box of cereal and two bowls sitting on the table at the other side of the room. It makes my stomach growl louder, echoing off the walls. I almost laugh at how loud it is, especially after it makes Y/N stir again, folding her arm underneath her head. But she remains asleep.

I vaguely remember asking her to eat with me and her refusing, saying she’d rather die than do that. The memory pangs the nightmare of her still body back into my head, and I have to pinch my hand to make myself forget it again.

I’m too hungry to wait, though, even if I want to eat with her. So I slowly turn my body around, letting my legs fall off the bed, being careful with my covered one as I settle it onto the floor.

I limp my way to the table with my IV stand rolling beside me, grabbing both bowls and the cereal before taking them out the back door. I settle myself onto the ledge of the back deck, letting my feet dangle off the side. The wooden lining of the deck’s fence comes up to my chest so I can lean against it. I pour some cereal into one of the bowls, leaving the other one on the floor beside me.

No sooner than I take a spoonful into my mouth do I hear small padded steps coming to the door. I can hear it open behind me, but I don’t take my gaze from the lake in front of me, my arms resting on the wood as I scoop more cereal into my mouth.

“You started without me,” Y/N’s voice says through a yawn. She bends down to pick up her own bowl and then sits beside me, crossing her legs beneath her.

“You looked too comfortable. I didn’t want to wake you,” I confess. I still don’t look at her, I’m afraid of seeing my nightmare again.

She sniffs. Then she pours cereal into her bowl before setting it into her lap. “I brought this to you last night, but you passed out.”

I can see out of the corner of my eye that her foot twitches after she says this, a weird mannerism that makes me think she might be lying, but I pretend not to notice.

I nod at her, shoving more cereal into my mouth. Maybe if I eat long enough, I won’t have to say anything. Maybe she’s not as hungry as I am and she’ll finish before me and leave and go do whatever it is she does here.

My nerves are suddenly on edge around her, and I know it’s because of my dream. It had genuinely scared me, the thought of her dying before my eyes. I try not to shudder.

“I can see why you didn’t want to give up this cabin,” I find myself saying, trying to get the thought of her lifeless body out of my head. I feel her eyes on me for a second, but then she looks out to the lake, the sunrise on the horizon. When she’d been so adamant about staying here, I thought maybe it was because she’d been here from the beginning. It wasn’t until now, looking out at the lake, that I realize why she wanted to stay here.

“The world is so fucked up,” she says with a scoff. “It was even before the outbreak.” She’s silent for a moment, taking another bite, then she swallows and continues. “There’s so many fucked up things on this planet that you need to find something to remind you that there’s still some beauty in it. This,” she says, waving out towards the lake, “keeps me sane. Even if I lose someone to a cannibal or a group of assholes,” she pauses.

I swallow. It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s talking about me.

“Even if there are so many things that make this world so ugly, this is still here to remind me it can be beautiful.”

Now I look at her. She’s gazing out at the lake, the sunrise settled on her face making her look ethereal. My chest contracts simply at the sight of her.

Here, breathing.

Alive.

“That can apply to people, too, you know?” I say quietly, almost afraid that if I speak too loud, this moment might dissolve.

She turns her head to look at me, and it’s only now that I notice her eyes, bright and sparkling. They’re no longer threatening like they’d been at the sanctuary and they’re not skeptical like they’d been when Aaron, Grayson and I first showed up. They’re curious now, questioning.

“I’m really sorry about everything we might have put you through. I’m not perfect by any means, not that you don’t know that already. I’ve done plenty of fucked up things, before and after the outbreak.” I pause, gauging her reaction, but when her expression doesn’t change, I continue. “But I don’t want to be a bad person.”

She continues to look at me for a moment before sighing and looking down at her cereal bowl. “I don’t think you’re a bad person. I did when I first met you, but,” she trails off, a small smile curling at her lips. The sight makes my fingers tingle. She looks at me again, but doesn’t say anything.

“I just want you to know that I’m on your side now. All of us are,” I tell her.

She slowly nods her head, the hint of the smile still on her lips. “I know.”

Then we continue to eat in silence, staring out at the lake, watching as the sun rises in the distance. We eat the rest of what’s left of the cereal, managing to get get five bowls out of it - I eat three of them.

As I stuff the last spoonful of cereal into my mouth, a thought occurs to me. “You know, I don’t blame him or anything, but your boyfriend really does not like me,” I say through the mouthful.

Her head shoots up in surprise and she turns so her whole body is facing me. “Sorry?”

“That guy, Andrew?”

“He is not my boyfriend,” she sputters quickly, wiping her mouth.

My eyebrows inch upwards. “He’s not?”

Y/N frantically shakes her head. “No, why? Did he say that he was?” She looks horrified.

It’s incredibly cute.

I smile and turn back to the lake. “Nah, it was just the way he looks at you, I guess.”

Her brows crease together, seeming to contemplate this. She really has no idea, does she?

I remember when she’d been standing in front of me at the sanctuary, my dumb ass kept taunting her and Andrew had been behind, glaring up at me. If it hadn’t been for one of my men holding a gun against his temple, I would have sworn he would’ve lunged at me. His eyes had been daggers, ripping me apart by just looking at me.

I’d been kind of - only kind of - afraid of him.

“Well, I’m sorry if he gave off the wrong impression. We aren’t- we’re not…” She struggles, and I can’t tell if it’s because she likes him too or if she just genuinely is surprised by this newfound information.

“Hey, I was wrong, no big deal,” I assure her, leaning back on my hands. “I mean, who can blame him for looking at you that way? You aren’t too bad on the eyes.”

I like doing this, teasing her. It’s not too hard to get a rise out of Y/N and it’s just way too fun.

She slaps me hard on my arm - the bad one. I hiss in pain.

“Shit, sorry, I forgot,” she says hurriedly, placing her hand on my arm at the same time I do. As soon as my hand touches hers, she flinches, but she doesn’t retract it.

“We’re even,” I say with a wince, patting her hand gently.

“Maybe you should keep your snide comments to yourself and maybe we won’t have that problem again,” she says, her tone teasing.

I look at her again, really look at her, and smile.

We’re both silent, just looking at each other, and the spot where her hand rests on my arm is burning, but not from the pain. I wonder if she can feel it too as I lean in closer, my gaze falling to her lips.

“Y/N?” a voice says from behind us.

We jolt apart as Alexis pads through the cabin and out the back door. “Hey- oh!”

Y/N quickly stands and grabs both our dirty bowls, turning to Alexis.

“Am I interrupting something?” Alexis asks with a smirk.

“Breakfast,” I answer with a shrug, smirking myself. Y/N glances down at me, glaring.

“Oh. I see,” she replies, giving me a subtle nod. “Well, that’s actually what I came here for, but seeing as you already ate…”

“I’m on gate duty today, better get out there before Blaine has a cow,” Y/N says hurriedly before shoving the bowls into Alexis’s hands and retreating to the cabin.

Alexis watches her go, but turns back to me, not even trying to hide her smile.

“Gate duty?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “She’s exempt from gate duty.”

There’s a small tinge of hurt in my stomach. I get she might have been embarrassed by Alexis’s sudden arrival, but did she really need to make up an excuse to get away from me that badly?

“I’ve also never seen her blush like that before.” Alexis leans against the door frame, crossing her arms in front of her. “What were guys really doing?”

I sigh, but smile. “We were eating breakfast, talking about the beauty in the ugly, discussing her rendezvous with Andrew. The usual,” I finish with a shrug before turning back to the lake, picturing Y/N’s glowing face as she talked about it, her eyes full of wonder and hope.

I hear the clank of the bowls before Alexis comes to stand beside me, not sitting down, but leaning against the railing of the porch.

“He’s always had this thing for her. Y/N I think pretends not to notice, but…” She trials off, kicking spilt pieces of cereal off the porch.

“She seemed genuinely shocked when I mentioned it,” I say.

I can see Alexis’s eyes twitch in curiosity. When she doesn’t say anything, I decide to drop the subject.

“Well, don’t let me keep you from breakfast,” I tell her, leaning forward onto the railing again.

“Y/N’s been hurt before you know?” she says suddenly. I just continue to stare out at the horizon. The sun if still looming in the sky, but it’s much higher than it had been when I first came out here.

“I’m not telling you this because I think you need to hear it, I’m telling you because I love Y/N. She’s my best friend and means more to me than anything in this world,” she continues.

This confession makes my breathing pause. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume Alexis is in love with Y/N the same way Andrew might be. I take a peek up at her, but she’s gazing out at the lake now, where there are kids beginning to swim and play around in the water. Her eyes are a reflection of Y/N’s for a second, a glimmer of hope shining within them as they admire the view.

“Her heart has been broken too many times to count.”

When she doesn’t elaborate, I squint up at her. “Why are you telling me this?”

She sighs. It’s a sound of consideration, as if she herself doesn't know why she’s telling me this.

“Because she’s fragile and I love her and I know what she looks like when she about to hand her heart to someone.”

She pauses, taking in the lake and the sun for another gleaming moment before glancing down at me, her eyes warning, but sincere. “Guard it with you life.”

And then she leaves, taking the bowls with her.

After a few more minutes of admiring the lake some more, and then deciding that it felt a bit creepy to be watching a bunch of kids play in the water, I make my way back into the cabin.

My foot feels so much better, and I only limp a little bit as I trudge towards my bed, towing my IV stand with me. God, I wish I could take this thing out.

On my bedside table is a couple more novels that weren’t there before. Alexis must have brought them to me. Beside them is the talkie that the nurse Bre had given me in case of an emergency. I can only hope she’s still in the infirmary and not out for breakfast as I take a seat on my bed and pick up the talkie, turning the knob on it to spike the radio.

I press down on the comm button and hold it up to my lips. “Bre?” When I release, I’m met with static. I try again, turning the dial just a bit before saying her name again. “Bre?” More static.

I sigh and go to turn the knob back into the off position when a booming voice echoes through the cabin.

“Bre’s out for breakfast, who’s comming?”

It’s not a voice I recognize, so I know it’s not David or Emmett or Andrew. I know the name Trevor has been mentioned before, but it doesn’t sound the way Y/N had described.

“Hello? Are you there?” the voice asks again.

There’s plenty of people in this camp, so it could be anybody, really. I’ve got to think fast.

“Um, are you a nurse, too?” I ask with a small voice, hoping I sound sick or something.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s Blaine,” the voice says. He must think I’m one of is typical residents, which is good, but it doesn’t help the growing pace of my heartbeat.

Alexis said to steer clear of Blaine for as long as possible. Apparently the guy doesn't exactly warm up to just anybody. He also knows who we are - the Scabs. Well, he knows our reputation in the way Y/N had before we came here. So suffice to say, he probably doesn't like us.

“Is this Matt?” Blaine asks. “You out of your meds already? I’d bring them to you myself, but you know Bre. Might have to wait until she comes back-”

I suddenly panic, unsure of what to say, so I turn the knob off, shutting down the talkie before my mouth fails me and I say something totally stupid.

I throw the talkie back onto the table and run my hands down my face, trying to simmer my nerves. But the hope is short lived when there’s a knock at the door, making me jump with a gasp. I roll my eyes, seeing a familiar silhouette through the screen on the door.

“What?” I ask Andrew with a groan. I fall back onto my sheets, placing my good arm over my eyes while I listen to the door open.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks, his voice low and seemingly angry.

“Gate duty,” I respond with a shrug, letting my arm drop. I can see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. With a deep breath, I shut my eyes, clenching my fists and trying to keep myself from lunging at him

“She never has gate duty.”

“That’s where she said she was off to,” I answer, not bothering to look at him.

I hear him prance into the room and sit on her bed, and suddenly my blood is boiling already.

“She probably just couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you any longer,” he says. I finally look at his smug face as he leans back on her bed, making himself comfortable. “I probably just missed her at the chow hall.”

“We ate breakfast together.”

He stills, but only for a second. “You and her? Yeah right,” he says with a scoff. He closes his eyes in leisure.

“We did. We even watched the sun rise together.”

His eyes open.

“We ate cereal.”

His jaw tightens.

“It was delicious,” I finish.

“I don’t like you,” he says suddenly, sitting up in a flash.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” I answer sarcastically. Behind my eyelids, I roll my eyes.

“Don’t get smart with me, asshole. It’s bad enough you’re under the same roof as her, but I swear to god, if you lay a finger on her, I will come down here, make you a cannibal’s snack, and chop off your limbs myself.”

My eyes shoot open. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’m sure you’d make a great test subject for that whiz kid.”

Aaron. He must be talking about Aaron. But how does he know about the research and his methods? The mention of cutting off my limbs makes me think of Stephen, Aaron’s most recent trial.

“I won’t think twice about sacrificing you. So keep your hands to yourself, Scab.”

After his final threat, he hops off Y/N’s bed and out the door in a flash.

My mind races.

When we had all talked about Aaron’s research, we never mentioned anything about how he was conducting his research, as a matter of fact, the topic was glazed over in that conversation. Y/N and Grayson suggested we go back to the sanctuary to get anything we could scavenge, but I knew it was much too dangerous to go. I wouldn’t allow them.

Now it clicks.

Y/N had slipped something into my drip last night, I remember. At the time, I’d thought it was just because I needed more healing fluids or whatever. I didn’t question because I thought she was just doing what Bre had told her to do. But now I know it must have been some sort of sedative to make me sleep so her and Grayson could slip out to scavenge for Aaron’s research. The only way Andrew would mention sacrificing me would be if they managed to get some of Aaron’s formulas after all.

God damnit.

Shaking my head in frustration, I grab the talkie back off the desk and switch it on. I turn the dial further than I had before, to seek out a different talkie, the one that’s in Grayson and Aaron’s cabin.

“Gray?” I say into it. His response is almost immediate.

“E?”

“You and Aaron get your asses down here, now.”

The line is silent for a few moments, but he eventually responds. “We can’t right now, Blaine is on duty.”

“I don’t give a fuck who is on duty, when were you going to tell me you went back to the sanctuary?”

Silence again. Blood boiling again.

“Who went?” I ask, not sure I want to know the answer.

“Me and a few of the others. Aaron stayed behind.”

“Who went?”

More silence. I try not to let my hand chuck the talkie across the room.

“Andrew, Alexis, Emmett, David…” Grayson pauses. I’m afraid I already know he’s about to say.

“And?”

“Y/N.”

I bring my fist to my mouth and bite down on a knuckle, letting it keep me from screaming. Why am I so mad about this?

My mind's telling me I should be grateful Aaron’s formulas didn’t fall into the wrong hands, but the thought of Y/N going there, where Jack could have been waiting to kill the first person who crossed the border, sets my skin on fire. And yeah, I’m worried about the rest of them, too, but a flash of Y/N’s lifeless body underneath two feasting cannibals crosses my mind for what seems like the thousandth time today, replaying the gorey, vivid nightmare I had last night.

“You drugged me?” I ask, remembering how Y/N had handled my drip last night.

“Don’t worry, I made sure she didn’t poison you or anything,” Aaron’s voice says right away.

“That’s not what-” I cut myself short, frustration taking over again.

“Look, Ethan, we knew you wouldn’t let us go. We needed to get these recipes before Jack did. We’re sorry,” Grayson says, his voice calm and quiet.

I sigh and rest my head in my hand, rubbing at my temple. “Was anyone hurt?” I ask, almost hesitantly. Y/N seemed fine this morning, but you can never be too sure.

“No. Everyone came back okay,” Grayson says. He’s silent for a second before adding, “Y/N was okay.”

He knows me way too well, and I don’t think it has anything to do with the fact that we’re twins.

Bre comms me a couple hours later, allowing me to almost finish ‘The Grapes of Wrath’, although it is probably the most boring book I’ve ever read. But I’m trying to appreciate it the way Alexis seems to. She’d gone on and on about how good it was. I really admired the gleam in her eyes when she talked about it, so I agreed to read it.

“103?” Bre’s voice says from the comm. I’m glad I didn’t turn off the talkie after I’d finished talking to Grayson and Aaron.

“I have a name you know,” I repl, holding it to my lips.

“You good?” she asks. Just her usual checkup.

“Actually, I was wondering if I’m good to go on the drip?” I ask, toying with the rubber tube attached to my arm.

“Hmm. Are you feeling nauseous at all?”

“Nope?”

“Overly tired?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Have you eaten today?”

“Sure have.”

The line is quiet for a moment before she speaks again. “I’m sure you should be okay. Just keep the supplies there in case you need it again. And come to me if your stitches open up. I’ll be there soon to take the drip out.”

“Actually, can you send Y/N to do it?” I ask, afraid there’s too much hope in my voice.

“That isn’t something I showed her how to do, but I’ll bring her with me. It will be better if she knows how to do it anyways, although I’m still a little on the fence about letting her touch my stuff anyways-”

“Thank you, Bre,” I cut her off, switching the talkie down before she can talk my ear off any more than she already has.

Not ten minutes later is Bre demonstrating to Y/N how to remove the drip safely and store it away properly for later use if we need it.

“And you have to be careful with the needle, we obviously don’t want you to poke yourself. And then you’ll store it here. I’ve packed some extra needles, though. Never reuse a needle.”

“Got it, Bre,” Y/N says, her voice laced with a hint of annoyance. She looks at me with wide eyes and smirk. I don’t return it. I’m too mad at her right now.

“All good?” Bre says, not waiting for an answer before trotting out the door.

Y/N shakes her head, closing the kit. “Gotta love Bre. Although she could probably go on forever about nothing and-”

“You left camp last night,” I tell her, cutting her off. She doesn’t say anything, just keeps her gaze on the kit at it zipped all the way shut. I stare at her back, almost daring her to face me.

When she does, she avoids my eyes and hooks her hands behind her back. I half expect her to look guilty, but there’s not a hint of it written on her features and when she meets my eyes finally, there’s pride there. Determination.

She really is not afraid of me, and that is probably the sexiest thing I’ve come to notice about her.

“Yes,” she says simply, her voice hard but quiet.

“Were you going to tell me?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “I might have, but you were asleep before we decided to leave.”

“Oh really?”

Her head cocks to the side ever-so-slightly, testing me. The corner of her mouth twitches and i can see her bite her cheek. She’s trying not to smile.

“So what was it?” I ask, standing up from my bed. Now without the drip in my arm, I can move freely, although still with a bit of a limp. “Diazepam? Midazolam?” I slowly step towards her. “Methohexital.”

Her eyelid twitches. Bingo.

“What would Bre say if she found out you stole her drugs?” I ask, stepping even closer to her. Her arms travel to her front, crossing over her chest.

She stays silent.

I step closer.

“Find anything useful while you were there?” I ask, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

I inch closer.

“Yes, actually,” she answers, not daring to move.

I’m all but standing right in front of her now, only a couple inches from stepping on her toes. I can see her neck and cheeks flush, but I don’t say anything.

We stand face to face for a good thirty seconds, staring the other down, neither of us saying anything, almost daring the other to move, but we don’t.

Her breathing is shallow and I’m sure she can see my ears turn red with my own blush, but she doesn’t say anything, either.

“Blaine has left the perimeter,” a female voice cuts through the room through the walkie on Y/N’s belt loop.

I smirk, leaning in.

My lips brush her ear for a split second.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

Then I walk to the closet, grab a change of clothes, and head out the door, the smirk never leaving my lips.

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