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callmeshakespurr · 3 years

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Hey, if you're requests are open could you do a Rick Flag × Male Villian Reader (fluff) idk something cute where Rick Flag ends up falling in love with Male Reader, and the feeling is mutual. Idk you can fo what you want with it. ❤

Rick Flag x Male Reader

Requested: yes

Category: fluff, just a little bit of angst

Warnings: slight torture (?), i mention a knife like,, once

Note: I haven’t watched Suicide Squad in some time, so this could’ve turned out just the tiniest bit yandere, I hope you don’t mind! Also- I kinda struggled with this cause its my first time writing an actual one shot, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways (:

Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3

“Where is he?”, Amanda Waller called out as she walked down the hallway, towards the high security room you were currently kept in — Colonal Richard ‘Rick’ Flag not far behind her.

Her call grabbed the attention of the two guards, who stood in front of your cell.

“Is he in there?”, Amanda asked again, approaching the door with fast steps. One of the guards nodded and opened the thick metal door to let the director and the colonel in.

Amanda Waller had tried to get her hands on you for almost five years now, after you first made an apperiance in a club, killing two people. After that, several assassinations followed. Nobody knew who you exactly were, what you looked like, who you worked for; you were like a shadow — what people then came to call you, Shadow.

The major reason of why nobody could get a hold of you even in the slightest bit, was because you always vanished before anybody could even spot you.

After two years of not being able to catch you, the police gave up on further investigation in your cases. Amanda didn’t break so easily though. She wanted you in one of those cells she kept so many freaks in already, and she wasn’t going to give up until she had you sitting behind one of those metal doors, unable to escape her.

After all these years of going after you, she did manage to find out two major things about you. Why you always managed to escape without anyone catching a glimpse of you, and what your weakness was.

All these things led to the present situation.

You sat in a dark room, the only light source being a small lamp, dangling from the ceiling. Your ankles were tightly cuffed to the chair you were sitting on, on your wrists and neck you felt something cold and heavy, which seemed to send small electric shocks through your body every few seconds.

You weren’t sure where you exactly were, since you passed out before they got you. Hell, you didn’t even know who ‘they’ were.

You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your thoughts, which was not as easy as you hoped it would be. To say that you were in pain was an understatement. The electricity flowing through your body kept you from thinking straight, and send a wave of pure pain through your limbs with every shock you got.

A female voice ripped you from your trance, and you slowly opened your eyes again, head still hanging low. You knew that voice and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance anymore.

“Your powers won’t work anymore, unless i allow you to use them, so don’t even try.”, that voice belonged to none other than Amanda Waller, probably the only person on this planet you actually feared. You were never scared of what her minions could do to you, no. You were scared of what she could do to you if she ever managed to get you — which almost happened on several occasions.

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the pain that came over you again, as you frantically tried to somehow sort your thoughts and find a way out of this, but nothing seemed to work. There was no way out of this. There was no escaping this. The feeling of helplessness washed over you, a feeling you didn’t like at all.

“You’re Y/N L/N, you’re a teleporter, thats how you managed to always vanish before the police got to the crime scene”, Amanda spoke, watching you as you sat there on the chair, staring at the ground, unable to move a single muscle. “It took me some time, but i managed to figure out how to block your powers”, she continued, taking slow steps towards you “Teleporters are extremely sensitive to electricity, some mightve even already died due to the constant pain if they were in your place.” She stopped right in front of you, looking down at your slumped figure, the only thing restraining you from falling over being the thick metallic handcuffs that kept your hands tied behind the chair.

Amanda grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Your sight was blurry and it cost you a lot of strength to even keep your eyes open, but you did manage to make out the silhouette of a rather tall person standing at the entrance of the cell, watching the whole scene, before your focus was back on the woman in front of you. “You’re actually a very pretty boy, Y/N, and very smart too, it’s a shame that you decided to end up like this.”, she said, before letting your face go. “Rick, take him to get the injection, then get his things and introduce him to the team. After that, you can take him to his provided cell.”

The man standing at the door — Rick, you assumed — made his way towards you, as Waller left the room, leaving you to the colonel.

Rick helped you out of the cuffs, that kept you strapped to the chair. Looking at you, he almost felt bad, you looked so drained and helpless. He had never exactly agreed with anything Amanda Waller did, but seeing what just a few hours under her control did with you was another level of not agreeing with something she did.

“Can you stand?”, the colonel asked and you nodded, slowly rising from the chair. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight and you instinctively grabbed onto whats next to you, which just so happened to be Ricks Arm.

After making sure you had gathered enough strength, he began to walk with you towards the door.

time skip

It’s been a little over a week now since they’ve brought you here — you think. Every day was the same. Sitting on the cold floor of your cell, staring at the camera in the corner of your ceiling, some guard bringing you food, you not eating it, some guard taking it away again and reporting everything to someone, more staring at the camera, someone bringing you food again, you not eating it again, the guard taking it away again and reporting everything, all over again, everyday.

The only slightest bit good and entertaining thing was the colonel — Rick Flag, as you learned was his name — checking up on you every now and then when he didn’t have anything better to do. You didn’t quite understand why Rick was making efforts to look after you, just for you to not answer his questions anyways, but you appreciated it. It made everything a little more bearable.

Of course, you were one of the bad guys, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a life outside of assassinations.

When you weren’t working for other bad guys, you loved to just sit in your apartment and read, you loved to go onto high buildings and watch over the city. You dreamed of leaving everything behind and exploring the world someday. You worked at your favourite coffee shop, hell you even had a cat. The thought of your only friend being probably already dead or suffering made you sad, but what could you do about it?

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t picked the path you were on, but looking back at the time you chose to work for the bad guys, you didn’t really have a choice.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted, when you heard the door to your cell open. Hoping it would be Rick, you looked up, your eyes only half open from the lack of strength you had. What you did not expect was to see Amanda Waller standing in front of you, Rick Flag behind her.

“Stand up”, the woman demanded. You listened, as it was of no use to resist her orders. You slowly got up on your feet, which didn’t last long, since you almost immediately fell over, landing painfully hard on your knees. To your suprise, Rick immediately rushed to your side, helping you stand up again.

“I don’t need him on missions like this”, Waller spoke as she watched you lean onto Rick for support. “Take him to the base, the council and I will be waiting there in the meeting room for him.” With that, Waller left again.

The way to the car wasn’t long, but with you almost not being able to stand on you own, let alone walk on your own, it took a little longer, which only fueled your anxiety. The ride to the base was even worse though, since nobody talked and you had five guards sitting around you.

Finally arriving at the door of the meeting room, which was located in the base, the two guards standing in front of it immediately opened the door as soon as they saw the colonel.

The room was quiet at an instance, when you stepped a food inside, Rick following very close behind you — just in case something should happen.

Amanda Waller stood in front of a group of suit wearing men who all sat at one big round table, most likely discussing something. She gestured you to come next to her, to which you complied.

“And who is this now, Director Waller? A new addition to your group of- freaks?”, asked one of the men as he looked you up and down, probably doubting that someone like you could be much of an good asset.

“This, Gentlemen,”, she grabbed your arm and moved you a little forward, making you almost tumble “is Y/N L/N or ‘Shadow’, he was an assassin for almost five years now, working for several other bad guys. Nobody got a hold of him till now due to his teleporting ability. He has over a hundred confirmed kills and not once did anyone ever get near him. I’m using these electric cuffs”, she grabbed your arm again and lifted it up to present the metal cuff, which was secured around your arm “to block his powers, which means he cannot teleport, as long as the electric shocks are on full power. As soon as I turn down the power a little, he can use his power, it is more draining and limited to a certain radius, but it works. I have him under full control and I want him on the team.” Murmurs broke out between the people in the room, as soon as she finished.

“I’m sorry, director, but do you really think it’s a good idea to put another- another misfit on that team? They’re bad guys and will always stay bad guys, and their freaky abilities make them even more dangerous.”, one of the men in suits spoke.

“As I said, I have him under full control, gentlemen. Let me demonstrate.”, Amanda spoke, turning to you, as the people sitting at the table sat back.

Waller took out some kind of remote and tapped on something. First your body tensed due to all the stress and pain you were under at the moment, but as soon as Amanda tapped on the remote, the electric shocks suddenly weren’t as intense as they were before, and your whole body relaxed, your eyes almost watering due to the wave of relief washing over you.

Rick was more than tense while watched the whole situation, only realizing in how much pain you actually were when Waller turned down the intensity of the electric shocks emmitting from the metallic cuffs you were wearing.

Waller looked you in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. “You disobey, you die, got that?” And suddenly you remembered the injection they gave you, when they first brought you here.

Seeing you had no other choice than obeying her, you simply gave her a small nod and looked around the room, taking in every detail. You looked at the small table in front of you, spotting a sharp knife, which you figured was put there by Amanda specifically for you in this exact situation.

With fast movements, you grabbed the knife and teleported to the other side of the room, holding the knife to one of the mens throat. Everyone in the room stiffened even more, and you heard at least three guns clicking.

Looking up, your eyes met Rick’s, before you looked over to Waller, who was already fixated on you. You slowly pressed the knife more against the man’s throat, wanting to see what Waller was going to do. The next electric shock came and you almost yelled out in pain, letting the knife fall, teleporting back to Waller and falling to your knees, clutching the metal around your neck.

Rick wanted to rush to help you, but was quickly held back by Amanda, gesturing him to wait.

“As you can see, I can control his powers however i want to, and should he disobey in any way, or should his powers bolt”, she tilted your head with her finger, than pressed onto the spot on your neck where they injected you, “he dies.”

Still staring at the ground, you swallowed harshly. You’ve never wanted to go back in time and undo all the bad things that happened so badly like in this specific moment. Maybe if you’re parents hadn’t ever found about your ability, you would still be at home, with your family, not here, being tortured by some government lady who wanted to use you as a weapon.

“There’s one more thing. I don’t need him on any mission in this shape. He needs to recover, quickly, and while doing so, I want him under Rick Flags complete supervision. It might cost a little more effort, but think about of how much use he will be for us”, Amanda said, a mischievous expression crossing her face for a few seconds, that going unnoticed by you and pretty much everyone else in the room.

time skip

Three whole months had passed. You’ve been staying with Rick ever since Amanda Waller announced that he had to fully supervise you.

The time you spent with Rick made you feel as if everything wasn’t so bad after all. Occasional talking here and there, Rick cooking something for the both of you every now and then, you almost felt normal again — weren’t there the electric cuffs reminding you of what was real every few minutes.

Over the past three months, your sleep only got worse. You got used to the constant pain by now, but the electricity didn’t only affect you physically, it also messed up your thoughts like hell. Sometimes you didn’t know where up and down was anymore, everything was all over the place inside your mind.

That was also the reason, you were up right now, in the middle of the night, sitting at the big window in your bedroom, looking over the city. You hugged your knees tightly to your chest, and rested you chin on them, letting a few tears slip. You hadn’t cried in a long time, but you were just so exhausted. You were never this close to giving up than right now. Nothing seemed to ever be okay again, you couldn’t do anything but accept your fate.

Being to entangled in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear your bedroom door open.

It didn’t take Rick a long time to spot you in your place at the window. He just came home from a mission that Amanda Waller had wanted you on, but Rick insisted on giving you a little more time to deal with everything.

The tall man closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, which seemed to not be quiet enough, since you jumped slightly at the noise, quickly standing up and turning around. Rick gave you an apologetic look, before slowly walking towards you, “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you’re alright-“ “It’s fine, I’m fine”, you interrupted him, wiping your tears quickly, taking a deep breath.

Rick frowned, he had never seen you cry before. He cared too much for you and he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping in front of you, he looked down at you, only for his eyes to meet yours. For a moment, you both got lost in each others eyes, before you ripped your gaze away, looking to the side.

“Do you want anything else from me?”, you asked shakily, getting a little nervous with his burning stare on you.

“I actually do, yes-“, he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him with a questioning expression. “Close your eyes”, you complied, closing your eyes slightly, one hand moving to hold onto Rick’s shirt so you didn’t lose your balance. You felt him lean down slightly, till you could fell his warm breath on your cheek. You surpressed a shiver, as he carefully tilted your head.

Now, you didn’t really know what to expect; you and Rick had gotten closer but you weren’t sure, if there were actual romantic feelings, or if he just pitied you, so a kiss wasn’t exactly what you expected. But you definitely would’ve expected it more than what happened next.

A small ‘click’ echoed through the dark room, the next thing you knew was, that all the pain suddenly disappeared. Your eyes watered when you felt Rick’s fingers carefully removing the heavy metallic cuffs around your wrists and neco, pure relief washing over you. Your leaned your body onto Rick’s, unable to support your own weight for a few moments.

When you had finally gained control over your own body again, you moved back a few centimetres and looked up to Rick, who met your confused eyes. “I couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain any longer, so I triedmy best to convince her and I’d say I’m lucky that she trusts me with you.”, the colonel smiled a little, raising a hand to softly carress your cheek. Your eyes widened. He quickly removed his hand again and apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Rick took a step back, still being careful so you didn’t lose balance again, “I should go, and you should sleep, you need to be well rested and-“

You were fast to interrupt him by taking a quick step towards him, getting a little on your tiptoes, before pressing a small kiss to Rick’s lips. You carefully looked him in the eyes again, “I don’t know either, but it just felt like the right thing to do.”

It took the man a few seconds to process what just happened, but when he did, he was quick to kiss you again, his soft lips over yours, moving slowly, as you kissed back. He put his hands on your waist, while you locked yours behind his neck. You kissed for a few moments, before the both of you had to breathe again. “Thank you”, you whispered against Rick’s lips, before receiving another small peck. “Sleep with me tonight?”, he asked quietly, getting lost in your eyes again. You gave him a small nod, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to his room, both of you smiling as you fell onto the mattress.

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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Kinktober - Day Thirty

Prompt: Handcuffs

Pairing: Hawks/Reader (Boku No Hero Academia)

TW: Non-Consensual Touching, Groping, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Themes of Imprisonment, and Implied Kidnapping.

“Gotta say, I never thought I’d meet a bad guy so pretty.”

You could feel his hands on your waist, gloved fingers brushing over skin-tight spandex and forming a trail from the curves of your shoulders to your lower back, where Hawks choose to linger, now. On either side, his wings caged you in, accommodating for his lack of height by making him seem bigger and, more importantly, making you seem smaller, but that wasn’t your main concern. Since the day you were born, heroes had treated you like something insignificant, something lesser. You hadn’t expected Hawks to be any different after he found you, left to serve as a distraction by the gang you thought you could trust. You knew he wouldn’t be any better. You were alright with that. You’d come to terms with it.

You just wished he’d stop talking, while he flaunted his superiority.

Another squeeze, this one to the side of your thigh. A search, he’d explained, he was searching you, but beyond forcing you to face the unpainted brick wall, it was a half-hearted effort. You were a sacrificial lamb, something meant to be captured, the metallic cuffs around your wrists were proof of that - cutting into your forearms, dangling your quirk just out of reach as he held the chain, keeping your hands pinned to the base of your spine with little more than the slightest bit of pressure and the suggestion of his weight. You weren’t sure why he bothered with the professional pretense. You get-up was form-fitting, sheer, leaving little to the imagination and even less effectively obscured. He’d noticed, and he hadn’t bothered pretending he hadn’t. Hell, he’d been eyeing you up like a piece for meat since the moment he discovered you, abandoned and restrained and just waiting to be rescued by a big, strong hero.

It was the worst when he spoke. It was the most obvious, when he spoke. “Agency’s been givin’ me the difficult ones, lately - real scum of the earth types, y’know? Not that I mind, I know it’s my job to keep trash like that, like you off the street, but…” He trailed off, his voice fading into a laugh. Slowly, you felt him lean against you, red feathers ruffling as his chest pressed against you back, his hands trailing back to your hips. You went stiff, but if Hawks noticed, he didn’t care. Not enough to stop, at least. “You’re a sight for sore eyes. There isn’t a man on the force who wouldn’t be thankful for the view, after a long day.”

You couldn’t use your quirk, couldn’t fight back in any way that mattered, but you could reel back, drive the heel of your boot into his foot, and only pull away when he let out a mumbled string of swears. His grip tightened, a small frown soon pressing into the junction of your lower neck, but for some reason, his disappointment did little to dampen your sense of satisfaction. “Eat shit, hero.”

“So mean, sweetheart.” He was whining, now, his tone pitchy, frustrating. You were used to people like him, people who’d run their drills and nurtured their strengths and polished themselves into something shiny, into something that didn’t have to take anyone else seriously, but no amount of exposure could stop your impatience from building up, simmering and starting to boil over the longer he dragged this out, the longer he held onto that innocent, careless facade and kept his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. It was irritating. It was annoying, and he refused to make it end any faster. “Here I am, trying so hard to play nice, but you just can’t return the favor, can you? It makes sense, honestly. No one’s ever washed your mouth out for saying all those bad words, but you don’t have to--”

This time, you drove your elbow into his stomach, aiming to anger more than injure, but Hawks was faster than you. In a moment, he’d caught you by the shoulder, shoving you against the grimy wall and forcing your cheek against rough brick, your chest against a material too solid to be comfortable. “Hawks--”

“Keigo, baby, Keigo.” The correction was swift, practiced. Cooed in the same sympathetic, patronizing tone he’d use to correct a small child, if they told him the sky was green. “C’mon, can you say it for me? You sounded so precious, earlier, asking Mr. Hawks not to hurt you, begging me not to be too rough. You’ll do it again, won’t you?”

“Bastard.” You hadn’t begged, you’d never begged. You were vulnerable, and you’d done what you had to do to keep yourself safe. You weren’t that brave, you’d rather spend a lifetime rotting in a cell than a minute bleeding out on the filthy floor of an empty warehouse, but you were beginning to regret not being just a little more bold. Even if he didn’t kill you, being shackled to a hospital bed would be leagues better than having his eyes tear into you, than feeling his smirk bite into your skin as he pushed a fleeting kiss into the corner of your jaw. For comfort, you assumed. “Just shut up and arrest me, idiot. I would’ve fought back if I knew you’d be such a creep.”

“Another bad habit we’ll have to train you out of,” He lamented, the thought punctuated with a shake of his head, a wistful sigh. Again, his attention drifted, his touch drifted, none of your muffled complaints and stifled squirming stopping him from snaking an arm around your waist, nimble fingers finding the collar of your costume. Your breath hitched in your throat as he toyed with the fabric, but forgivingly, mercifully, he didn’t move to rip through the thin material. His mind was somewhere else. “Do you honestly think I’d put this much effort into someone I’m just going to arrest?”

For the first time since he’d caught you, the panic truly, genuinely began to set in. Your pulse didn’t race, your heart didn’t pound its way through your ribs - instead, both seemed to stop. As if the implication alone would be enough to end you. “You’re not going to… What?”

“Aw, the poor thing’s speechless.” This time, when he pulled your body against his, you struggled. You fought and you kicked and you scratched, but your hands were bound, your only weapon already disposed of, and all Hawks had to do was beat his wings once before you went still, went quiet, before your blood ran cold and you realized that, handcuffs or no handcuffs, you were defenseless. “That’s it,” He praised, as you went limp against him. “No reason to fight. I’m gonna take you somewhere much nicer than prison, and you’re gonna learn to be grateful. I’m gonna be thankful for you, too.”

There was a pause, a smile soon pressed into your jugular. Giddy, unabashed.

Just as sharp and just as sickening as any cage could ever hope to be.

“I’ve always wanted my own pretty little villain.”

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tokoyamisstuff · 2 years

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Void Ch. 7 - Beast Rabban x Reader

Chapter 7: Awaken

Summary: Being given something to fight for makes you find a different kind of strenght.

Warnings: Blood, Death, Injury

Words: 2244

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A/N: This is a rather short and uneventful chapter, sorry guys.

“Fear is the mind-killer.”

Arakeen was surely built amazing - right here, in the cold prison cell they had thrown you, no one would suggest that you were in the middle of a literal desert.

You were still in restrainments, trying to sit upright and starting to meditate for what’s about to come. Breath escaped your mouth as visible mist while you ignored the sting in your heart, freeing yourself from all emotional baggage.

What you were about to do required perfect control of mind and body.

A single crack filled the room and your thumb was dislocated, the little twitch on the edge of your lip being your only reaction to the pain. Your broken joint was enough so your hand could wriggle out of the handcuffs, and you quickly got rid of the remaining chains as well.

The foot soldiers should be easy to handle, but as soon as Feyd would intervene...

...better not think about it. You needed to be done before he’d arrive to put his threats into practice.

“Hey!” you yelled, hammering against the thick metal door. There was a small window to reach food through, so you could try and attract the attention of anyone on the outside.

The Harkonnen on the other side answered with some curse words in his tongue, but it was enough: Now you knew there was someone guarding that door - someone who could hear you.

Ç̸̘̖̰̖̞͚̦͇͊̔ȏ̸̙͓͓̲̭̩̤̳̙̥̇̚m̶̦͕̩͔̫͌͋̓̆͒͂̄̿́̕e̶̛͕̳͉̲̋̒͑͜ ̵̡̧̗̘̖̙̪̗͉̀̔̈́̈́̄͛͘͠i̷̺̩̭͛͗̔ṅ̸̛̖̩͖̫s̴̨̡͖̭̪̙̱̹͊̆̿̕̚į̴̥͙̥̹̭͔̒̒̂d̵̡͖̞͖̻̯̟͔͛̽͘ͅe̷̢̫̭͉͂̅!̷̡̛͙͓͔͉̠̻̜͉̝̊̽̔̄̇̾͠

He froze, mentally fighting against the order, but to no avail. Your wish was his command, so after a while of fondling with the keys, he entered, closing the door behind him.

You didn’t know how many others would await you outside in those hallways, but they probably thought he had visited you willingly, to have his ways with you.

There was no need to use the voice more than necessary, especially since you were still very inexperienced and couldn’t always guarantee for it to work.

Before the man even knew what was happening, you had already disarmed him and cut his throat, watching life leave his body as he bled to death to your feet.

There was not much time until they’d notice - but you knew those hallways better than anyone. Luckily, you could avoid as much conflict as possible, protected by hidden paths.

But if you needed to kill, you would do so - without the slightest hesitation.

The times of uncertainty were long behind you.

You could rest for a short while as soon as you’ve reached the warehouse for the stillsuits. Yet there was not much time to lose, so you quickly got dressed, packed a Fremen Kit and left.

Escaping via hijacking a dragonfly helicoptre was out of the question - the spaceport was sheer too heavily guarded, and even if you could evade their artillery, they could still deactivate it from their headquarters.

So there was no other option but to flee afoot, praying that the little knowledge you had in the back of your head would help you on your travel through the desert.

But before that you’d need to pay someone a visit...

There it was - a guest room, just as the one you had spent the past three months in. Yet it was not locked from the outside.

This was where Thufir was held.

You were quick to find the right key on the set you had stolen from another soldier, letting yourself in as you already heared the Harkonnen’s alarm each other about your escape.

"Make a sound and I’ll kill you on spot.” Thufir couldn’t even voice his surprise as you had suddenly appeared behind him, covering his mouth with one hand while pressing a blade to his neck with the other.

He understood immediately, complying in sign language. You let go off of him and he would stay silent, not moving an inch due to the weapon directed at him. “Give me one reason not to kill you. And it better be a good one.”

“Y/N...” he whispered against the turmoil clearly audible in the hallways, “What happened to you?”

“I have no time for this!” you hissed, superficially drawing blood form his skin. “Tell me you’re not a traitor!”

“I’m not!” The man raised his hand to the air as a sign of goodwill, and soon you’d calm down from your anger and put aside your weapon. “Believe me, Y/N! Remember the times we’ve served Lord Leto!”

“Then how come you’re not in chains like me back then? Why are you allowed to roam this place freely, without any restrictions?!”

“They...” He gulped, and only now you observed the obvious health issues he was experiencing. “They poison me, to keep me submissive.”

“...what?” Your voice was weak, heart wrenching by how broken your former friend seemed. And still, his trembling hands met your shoulders, a determined look on his face as he reassured you. “But they haven’t defeated me yet. It is good to know you’re alive, Y/N.”

“Thufir...” you sniveled, embracing the man that had taught you everything you needed to know back at House Atreides - a man that was more of a father to you than your own. “Come with me! I’ve grown strong, I can get us out-”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, my fair child.” The Mentat coughed heavily, having to sit down for the time being. “I’ll only be a burden. It’s of more use if I stay here, sabotaging them from the inside!”

“I am sorry, my friend...I should’ve never doubtet you.” A reserved smile crept to your face, fighting against the tears burning in your lids, threatening to fall.

“After all that has happened, I fully understand your distrust.” There was something about his voice, about his stance that made you realize he was acting different around you than before.

Yes, it sure was terrifying: The scared, little girl he knew back then now standing in front of him as a threatening assassin.

What in the world has caused you to overcome your fear?

“Mark my words: I’ll come back and free you. You just wait!” You kneeled to the sitting man’s height, eyes shining with hope. “Let me just ask you one favor. You need to deliver a message...”

“To whom?” he wondered. All that’s left on Arrakeen were enemies, after all.

“To Beast Rabban.” You saw fear and confusion, as well as pure hate and rage boil in the usual objective and calculating man. “Please...you don’t need to understand. Just tell him.”

“Alright.” His tone was still a disgusted one, but he knew there was no time for explanations. “I want to return your trust - I just hope you know what you’re doing...”

In the protection of the night, you were finally able to make your run. Gracefully, you took out enemy after enemy until you’d reach the rock formations surrounding the city, climbing them in the shadows unnoticed.

Even if they noticed you to have left Arrakeen, they wouldn’t pursue you - since they didn’t know of your value. At least yet.

Since everyone who saw you use your powers was dead.

“Where is she?!?”

That was certainly not the first time Rabban raised his voice in front of the Baron - but this time, it was personal. Threatening. Directed to him and him only.

“This is not the reason I summoned you here.”

Vladimir’s plan to have his eldest nephew killed had failed, so now he had to prepare something else to achieve his goal.

The Beasts nostrils flared, a tunnel view on the only thing that mattered to him right now.

When he had returned to the healing chambers, he was covered in the blood of countless people he once considered fellow soldiers. His whip had come to good use in his search for answers, their screams still not enough to compensate for the pain they had caused you.

Apparently, the assassin had been found dead, or so they claimed - but it was obvious that they killed him intentionally, because they knew Rabban could torture the truth out of him...

...about who the real mastermind behind that order was.

“Where. Is. She?” he now screamed even more aggravated, menacingly approaching his uncle.

“Gone! Fled from you forcing yourself on her, probably!” his uncle now lost composure, showing his true colors. “Are you really so naive to think that woman actually cared about you, you dim-witted fool?! Or have you simply turned crazy? Did you forget you are responsible for the death of her kin?”

Rabban was shaking in anger, clenching his weapon even tighter.

“She used you to escape, you gullible idiot!” Visibly exhausted by his rant, the Baron’s voice got quieter again, heavy pants interrupting his words. “But it’s no problem. We will erase that mistake - the desert will take her.”

“No...” he whispered, “She escaped Arrakeen. Y/N is not weak.”

“It doesn’t matter either way. Then she shall die together with the Fremen.”

That was enough insolence, or so Rabban thought with all those whole new insights he had. His own family wanted him dead, and he was certain that they were also involved in you leaving his side.

Just in the last second before he would draw his knife and do something rash, his eyes passed Thufir’s. He was standing behind the Baron, out of his line of sight - so the Baron himself wouldn’t see, but he was slowly shaking his head.

A mute conversation, telling him to let it be - for now.

"Forgive me, m'Lord Baron” Rabban forced his apology, lowering his eyes as much to hide his own anger and show subservience.

“Good. Now that we have resolved that matter, we need to speak about the Spice Production.”

Rabban ceased to answer, instead only acting as if he was listening to the plans of his uncle about how to deal with the Fremen sabotaging their harvest. It was only a farce, after all - the Baron couldn’t care less about how Rabban would handle the populace, as long as he’d die and Feyd could take his place.

But those plans would be delayed, due to the massive uprise of the Fremen.

“It will get out of control” Glossu finally spoke his mind. “This will soon become a war if we are not careful. Maybe we should ask the Emperor for assistance, just like back with House Atreides...”

Rabban’s glare once again wandered off to Thufir, who nodded as if he understood that playing along was necessary to not wake distrust in his uncle.

“If we don’t deal with the situation ourselves, we are the next great house that gets wiped out...” Yes, the Baron sure was cornered by so many variables, and that was only another reason to use Rabban as a scapegoat...

...so he spoke the order that had been told many times over the past years:

“Squeeze, Rabban. Squeeze hard. Show the Fremen their place. Wipe them all out...”

“Yes, uncle...”

At the end of this day, when you had long since reached the abandoned ecological research station, Rabban would search for answers to your whereabouts himself.

“That’s the second time of someone deadly visiting my chamber today...” Thufir murmured at the intimidating presence in his room.

“Don’t act as if you’re not itching for Harkonnen blood yourself...” The Beast kept his distance, eyeing that former ally of yours suspecting. “So why did you keep me from slaying my uncle?”

“It would be a waste...I don’t expect you to understand. But for the people on this planet - the very people you oppressed - a much greater sign is needed than just a Harkonnen killing another Harkonnen” the mentat explained, adding “They need a hero to end their misery. Not another villain replacing him.”

Yes, it was certainty: Even if Rabban would murder his uncle and become the next Baron, the Emperor is a way greater threat. He would force Rabban to end what they started on Arrakis. Whether he wanted to or not was out of the question...

...because if he’d refuse, he would be executed and Feyd would take his place.

“...you’re a friend of Y/N.”

Thufir seemed amused to see the Beast itself behaving like this. “Very much, yes” he scoffed. “She asked me to tell you something.”

Rabban’s eyes widened at the comprehension: He knew it all along - you didn’t betray him and ran away, just like that!

It shouldn’t be surprising that his family was just full of liars, even to each other.

"Y/N is safe, but told me that you mustn’t search for her. The Fremen would kill you as soon as you’d set foot in one of their sietches.”

“...I see. Thank you.”

There was nothing more to say, so Rabban was already going to leave - when Thufir called him back. “Wait!”

He wouldn’t ask what kind of connection the two of you had - since he had a feeling that the answer would be both ridiculous and unsatisfying.

But still, Thufir was aware of the change of heart the Beast had experienced. And for whatever reason, he believed it. No matter when or why it had happened, but if his guts weren’t deceiving him, having someone like the Beast as an ally was a war-changing advantage.

So Thufir needed to set aside his hatred for his mortal enemy and take this chance.

“We need to talk...about what we are going to do from now on.”

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otonymous · 4 years

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Come Up To My Room 🎶: How The Boys Seduce You (MLQC NSFW Headcanon)

Hey dear Nonny!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m beyond thrilled to hear that you enjoy my work 💕Lucien is also (surprise, surprise!) my number one, but all the boys definitely have a place in my heart. Personally, with respect to your Ask, all these guys have to do to seduce me is exist, but I suspect you wanted something a little more in-depth LOL 🤣

Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised. Spoilers for a character introduced in Chapter 17.

Lucien:

Masterful body language: this man is capable of conveying his deepest desires and sparking yours without even having to lay a finger on you

He’s all about those intense stares — looking so deeply into your eyes that you’re powerless to pull away. It could happen anytime and any place: over a candlelit dinner, glances stolen from the driver’s seat while his car is stopped at a red light, or when you happen to look up from teaching him how to fold origami cranes

There is nothing you desire more than to sink into the fathomless depths of his gaze; losing yourself never felt so good

Words are unnecessary: those dark eyes have already told you that Lucien wants you so badly he can barely restrain himself

The professor is also adept at subtly moving into your personal space e.g. when his lips just barely graze the lobe of your ear when he bends to whisper something to you. The subject could be as mundane as the weather and still leave you a whimpering mess, wondering if you're the pervert for having x-rated thoughts when Lucien was just reminding you to bring an umbrella

Lucien’s seduction game is so strong, he’ll make you think that it was your idea to have him bending you over every available surface in the first place

Victor:

The Method Man: the LFG CEO has a very methodical approach to seduction; there’s a correct way to go about getting you all hot and bothered

Best believe you will be wined and dined way before you bump and grind 🤣 — Victor wants to ensure you are as comfortable as possible so that you’re free to completely let go in the bedroom. The only thing you should be hungry for is his cock

Luxe appeal: “a beautiful lover should come undone in beautiful surroundings” might as well be Victor’s motto. Expect silk sheets, gorgeous yet functional cushions 😉, fresh flowers, elegantly scented candles, etc. THE WORKS.

You know you’re going to hit it when Victor tells you to block off an entire evening on your calendar. The man will literally spend the whole night getting you off - cramped fingers, tongue and hips be damned!

But you still have to hand in that report in the morning. No exceptions. Business is business.

Gavin:

Wet ’N Wild: the bird cop likes to incorporate an element of danger in his seduction techniques

This man knows that flying gets you wet - whether you're being propelled through mid-air while wrapped up tight in his arms or "flying" through the streets on his motorcycle, Sparky, the element of danger gets you primed and prepped for more salacious activities

Speaking of which, Sparky will have seen a lot of play in those moments when the two of you just couldn’t wait to get to an actual bedroom

His little secret: Gavin actually knows that you can’t resist him when he’s in his uniform. That’s why he often shows up at your apartment or to pick you up from work still in his gear, because he “just so happened” to be coming back from a mission and couldn’t be bothered to change first (at least the man’s got his priorities straight)

He’ll deliberately flash his handcuffs and when he sees you blush in response, he can’t help but turn pink as well (and grow a giant boner in the process)

Kiro:

The Playful Straight Shooter: this blue-eyed superstar is actually quite straight-forward when it comes to asking for what he wants, even when it comes to hanky-panky

You could be sitting in a crowded set, flanked on one side by Kiro and his agent, Savin, on the other, and Kiro will still send you a text that reads: “Mz Chips, want 2 fuk? 😜😜😜😜”

Needless to say, the two of you have already christened every surface in his trailer

Also loves to seduce you while showing off his gaming skills at the same time: will offer to help you beat a boss stage, setting you snug between his legs while he places his hands over yours on the controller. You’ll feel him growing bigger and harder, his erection digging insistently into your ass even as he’s nuzzling into the space where your neck and shoulder meets, dropping kisses along the curve of your skin

Best believe that the game is often completely forgotten as you jump each other’s bones on the couch

!Bonus! - Shaw:

Too cool 4 school, too hot 2 touch: this guy is at his most seductive when he acts like he’s the only one who’s not hot and bothered

When he’s so inclined, Shaw is capable of oozing sexuality with the slightest of movements. Just watching him drink his Pepsi and Coke mixture can turn you on for reasons you can’t even name. The only thing you do know is that you can’t tear your gaze away from his lips puckering around that straw, or the pink of his tongue when it sweeps from corner to corner of those luscious lips before they pull up into that caddish smirk

It’s game over when he runs a gloved hand through his silky hair only to have those lavender locks fall and frame his beautiful face in a gorgeously disheveled way

This guy knows exactly what he’s doing - DAMN THAT HANDSOME BASTARD!

Also enjoys seducing you by: showing off his skateboarding prowess (he’ll go to such lengths to pretend like he didn’t even notice you standing there), impressing you with his music collection, and gifting you with umbrellas when you’re caught in downpours while he walks away saying “you’re welcome” before you even have the chance to thank him

Thank you so much for reading! Check out more of my work here! 📚

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prismatales · 4 years

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Fade

Word Count: 3.4k

Bingo slot: Vigilante AU

Pairings: Takami Keigo x Reader

Tag/Warnings: Slight violence

Synopsis: Dealing with this vigilante was almost like an endless game of tag. Hawks knew it was only a matter of time until he found out her identity. What he didn't expect was realizing she was closest than he thought.

A new entry for @bnhabookclub's bingo event! Thank you @pixxiesdust for helping me bounce off some ideas! This one-shot's for my dear wifey @Hawks-senseis!

“Suspect’s heading your way Hawks. They’ve sustained a fair amount of injuries, should be a piece of cake for the number two hero.” The intercom died down with a wave of static.

Sighing tiredly, Hawks kept his regular pace, flying leisurely across the dark sky cluttered with stunningly bright stars. The scenario above and the lights from the buildings dispersed all across the city, shining just as strongly as the dark sky in the middle of the night, are a scenario that he could easily consider breath-taking.

If only he wasn’t so busy chasing after this one particular villain, then he’d certainly be relaxing at the top of a building, admiring the view with a satisfied smile, allowing the soft breeze of the night to brush peacefully against his face. All while enjoying a nice, warm canned drink in the middle of this cold night.

Maybe once this runaway criminal was finally trapped behind bars, ready to face justice, Hawks could actually manage to take that well-deserved break. And perhaps, some of his favorite yakitori would accompany that drink as well.

“Come on, where is he?” For a villain as quick on his feet as the reports mentioned, this guy was seriously taking his sweet time to show his god-damn face. Groaning impatiently, Hawks finally had enough and began flying in the direction the villain should have come from a long time ago.

But what he witnessed in its place was more than enough to make the hero do a double-take. Not only was this villain face down on the floor, but there was also someone else standing tall above him, tying up the struggling, seething criminal, who kept swearing like a sailor as he attempted to get out of the restrains.

“What took you so long birdy?” Said person slowly turned around to face the winged hero. When their “eyes” met, Hawks couldn’t help groaning in disdain once he recognized that costume. A black sleeveless hoodie, accompanied by matching pants and military boots. But the most characteristic trait was that white kitsune mask, adorned with six stripes across the cheeks; two purple ones, and a gold one in between, a total of three marks adorning both sides of her ‘face’.

“You again? I swear this is the fourth time this week!” Hawks ran a hand all over his face out of frustration. Even with that mask on, he could feel the smug vibes around her, and he could almost swear she also gave him a sly smirk.

“You should know this by now. Vigilante work is illegal.” Eyes wandered up into the dark sky as he breathed in deeply, before exhaling slowly as he looked back down. Hawks turned his attention back at the woman standing before him with her hands on her hips, confidently angled to the side.

“And you should know by now that isn’t going to stop me. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” Jerking the rope in hand, she easily pulled the villain off the ground, dragging him in between her and the hero standing before them. “Here, Merry Christmas!”

The villain was sent crashing down on the groaning hero, courtesy of a swift kick to the back. The near-collision was a good distraction for her. As Hawks became busy catching the delinquent, a loud “poof!” was heard, and when he looked up, there was a golden, glittery mist, and at the top of the roof, she observed him for a solid minute, before running off.

“Oh no, you won’t!” Hawks quickly pushed the stumbling criminal away from himself, and towards the arms of an upcoming sidekick that only happened to appear at exactly the same time this vigilante ran off on her own. Quickly spreading his vermilion wings wide open, Hawks took off into the sky, decided to catch this girl once and for all, so he could finally give her a piece of his mind.

He had to admit, she was pretty fast. Once he got her on sight, she was already a good distance away from the scene, and she hadn’t even used her quirk to keep the distance with the blond.

Looking back over her shoulder, he could almost feel that smug grin again as she kept jumping swiftly between rooftops, not losing balance for a single second as she kept dashing with an elegant and balanced step.

Finally, Hawks eventually caught up and landed in front of her with a soft thump as his feet touched hard surface below, wings raised high in the air folded into themselves before settling down on his back. Hawks smiled at her nonchalantly as both of them stayed still, looking at each other for a solid minute before he coughed in his hand to break the silence.

“You do realize this is illegal behavior? don’t you, Fade?”

“Fade” just tilted her head, feigning innocence while staring at the hero before her. She may be wearing a disguise to hide her identity, but even with it, Hawks just knew she was giving him a teasing smile underneath that mask.

“Oh? Is that so? What are you gonna do about it, pretty bird? Handcuff me?” She places her hand closer by the wrists, presenting them before the hero, it was a taunt, a challenging for him to arrest her at once, and for a second, he was tempted to clap those wrists in between the metallic restrains. “First you’re gonna have to catch me!”

Fade’s body started giving out the same sparkly smoke from before, just to be interrupted as a hand wrapped itself firmly around her wrist, snapping her out from focus, and preventing her from teleporting away from the hero.

“I just did. Now, you have to report everything to the police and who knows? Maybe they’ll let you off the hook easily, maybe they won’t.” But Fade wasn’t fazed in the slightest by his statement or even bothered moving from the spot. “As much as I appreciate your help back there. I’m gonna have to turn you in for illegal hero activity.”

His hand reached out for her mask. The idea of seeing her face for the first time after dealing with her intervenience for months now was so enthralling, that he completely missed it when something hit him on his side with force, knocking his breath away for just enough time for Fade to quickly escape from the hero’s grasp.

“For one of the fastest heroes out there, that sure was a slow reaction!” Her teasing laughter echoed through their surroundings like that of the Cheshire cat itself as she held a retractile staff in hand. Fade began walking backward with a bounce on her steps before a golden, glittery mass spread around her figure before teleporting her away from the scene much to Hawk’s frustration. He was so close this time!

“Shit, she’s good.”

Feathers fluttered wildly around in the air out of pain and pent-up frustration. This was the first time he managed to get this close since the very first time they met. He glared irritatedly at the spot where Fade once stood before him with a confident stance.

The chance to look for Fade disappeared just as fast when the shrill sound of his transmitter went off inside his ear. The voice of the sidekick who had taken the villain off his hands could be heard through the other side, as they gave the hero a status report.

Disappointed, he opted to call it a day before heading back home. Next time he ran into Fade it would definitely end with her caught. But right now, his body begged for some well-needed rest that unfortunately couldn’t be provided just yet, remembering the piles of pending paperwork, waiting patiently at his desk back at the agency, Hawks sighed tiredly before heading back to the office. Today would end up being one of those nights he’d spend sleeping on the couch even though he was single...

“So much for a nice, quiet night…”

The next day was followed by clear skies, engulfing everything around with a pleasant warmth. At least this was something Hawks could enjoy with tranquility as he walked to one of his favorite restaurants in town, mouth-watering at the idea of having one of his favorite meals and one of the house specials.

As soon as he stepped inside the small building packed with people, a cheerful chorus welcomed the hero inside. Every employee and customer inside greeted the hero eagerly, excited to see one of the top heroes coming for one of his favorite dishes and his usual meal at that small, but enjoyable local that greeted everyone inside with their tender, family-friendly environment.

After chatting with some of the staff and fans, Hawks quickly strolled towards his usual spot and took a seat, staring outside through the crystal walls separating everyone inside from the outside. Not only did This little restaurant had some of the best food, but it also had some of the best views he could ask for, the perfect spot to relax as he watched people passing by and at the same time he kept an eye open for any villain activity.

He may be on break, but you never know when a hero is needed, right?

The soft clank on the table catches his attention and he smiles knowing just who is beside the clothed table, serving a glass of cold water with a sweet smile on her face.

“Is nice to see you again Hawks!” You welcomed him happily before pulling out the small notepad from a pocket at the side of the uniform’s small apron, next was a pen that spun gracefully in between your fingers before its inky tip was pressed over the smooth, blank paper. “Let me guess, having the usual again, am I right?”

The hero just leaned on his hand with a chuckle “You know me too well, don’t you, y/n?” He observed you, quickly writing down his order without having to ask twice for anything else. sides? something extra? You already knew his order like the back of your hand.

Speaking of hands….

If there was something Hawks as good at was being observant, as he noticed the bandage carefully wrapped around the girl’s wrist and the slight, almost unnoticeable wince she gave every now and then as she had to move her hand in a way that put pressure on the joint.

“Aaaalright! The house’s special coming up hot! Same drink, as usual, right?” He nodded in response. Despite the discomfort from the small injury, you kept serving the hero with nothing but a cheerful smile and attitude of literal sunshine that always left the hero entranced.

A few minutes later, he saw you coming back with a steaming plate of fried chicken, but not just any fried chicken. This restaurant was well-known for its secret seasoning they used to marinate most of their dishes. Not only that, but it was also covered with this rich, homemade spicy sauce that left everyone on cloud nine after the first bite, and even those who weren’t fans of spicy food ended up obsessed with its peculiar flavor.

“Here you go Mrs. Hero! The house special with a side of fries, enjoy your meal!” As soon as the plate was placed down, one of his hands grabbed yours. His slender fingers traced the outline of the bandage with a soft caress that sent shivers down your spine.

“What happened to your hand, y/n? Is not what I think it is, right?” He asked, voice full of concern as you began stuttering.

“I-it’s nothing, I just tripped back home and landed on my wrist, don’t worry about it, Hawks!” You reassured the blond, pulling your hand back from his grasp before heading back to get his drink.

His gaze followed after you for a while. For a second he thought it had something to do with an abusive partner until he remembered you mentioning being single. How did he ever forget that when the two of you have been throwing mixed signals at each other for months now? He could still remember the first time your eyes met when he came to check the place out for the very first time and how much of a mess you were, after all, it was your first day of work.

So for the time being Hawks just let it slip with some hesitation, eventually he stopped worrying so much before taking a small bite of his chicken and groaning with gusto by that mouth-watering flavor of the sauce, the food in this place was really out of this world.

If he hadn’t been so busy with his food, Hawks would have noticed the cautious look you sent him from the other side of the local, waiting for another customer to order.

A few weeks later…

Once again, Hawks was busy flying through the skies as he patrolled the city at late hours of the night. The way the building’s lights illuminated their surroundings was a sight to remember when you had the chance to see them high up in the sky.

For once, it appeared that he was finally gonna have the chance to enjoy the scenario without a single disturbance. That is until he sees someone sitting at the edge of a rooftop, who seemingly had the same idea as him as they leaned back looking at the vast, dark sky.

That’s when he caught sight of that all too familiar mask. The mere sight was enough to make him groan internally, knowing that whenever Fade was around, the night would be anything but calm…. But then he thought, maybe this time he’d finally get the chance to find out just who was hiding underneath that mask.

Quickly, he landed a few feet behind the masked hero and tried to get close enough. But instantly she leaned forward, letting herself fall off the building before disappearing into a golden burst. surprised, Hawks strolled all the way to the edge and looked down, just to see nothing but that unique mist.

A foot quickly shoved him from behind, followed by that peculiar laughter as he struggled to regain balance for a second, completely caught off guard by the vigilante’s antics before his wings began thrashing wildly in a desperate attempt to help him regain balance. And once the hero finally was back on his normal stance, he turned back to give the cackling girl gripping the sides of her stomach a small glare.

“ahahaha! The look on your face!” She wiped away an imaginary tear, or maybe she was actually tearing up, Hawks couldn’t tell with that cursed mask “Should’ve brought my camera, that look was gold!”

Fade’s shoulder kept trembling the more time she spent laughing at the winged, who’s only response consisted of a bashful glare in her direction.

“Oh come on birdy, don’t give me that look.” Fade walked up to him, hands placed confidently over her hips as she leaned forwards, face tilted up slightly to be face to face with the hero. “For someone who enjoys teasing others non-stop, you’re too easy to rile up y’know?”

She quickly jerked her body back to dodge the hand that aimed for the mask, narrowly missing those leather gloves, which barely grazed that intricate piece of wood that did such a good job when it came to hiding her identity from both the heroes and the public.

“Geez, so forward! Buy me some dinner first!” She sassed, walking backwards again, with a turn on her heels Fade turned her back on the blond and began running away. The sound of wings fluttering swiftly pulled the corners of her hidden lips into a smirk when she literally felt as the hero quickly followed after her.

But if there was something Fade was just as good as Hawks, was at speed. Inhaling deeply, her body became surrounded into golden energy before she rapidly began teleporting from building to building, a special movement that focused on distracting her foes.

Her little trick managed to confuse Hawks only for a moment, quickly he used some stray feathers in order to pinpoint her next location with the aid of their ability to detect vibrations. The feathers managed to feel a small trembling in the spot where she was meant to appear next and Hawks quickly moved in position.

Just as predicted, that golden burst appeared all of sudden and this time Fade nearly crashed into the hero standing in her way, had it not been for her quickly maneuver, placing her hands on the hero’s shoulder to propel herself high in the air, nearly sending Hawks crashing down on the floor.

“Getting slow, aren’t you birdy?” She mocked him, still in the air while he growled in frustration “Maybe you should tone it down on that spicy chicken and extra fries!”

…Wait a second…

He quickly turned around with eyes widened in realization, that sentence was like the missing piece he was looking for “What did you just say?”

The realization hit Fade like a slap to the face, her body became tense once she realized what she told him. Just that little bit of information was more than enough for Hawks to know her identity once and for all. After all, he was no idiot, he just pretended to be.

“You idiot…!” She whispered to herself before attempting to teleport once again, but this time Hawks was ready. In the blink of an eye he had already caught up to her, when she teleported again the stray feathers were already doing their job looking for her next location, the chase quickly turned to Hawk’s favor when it became obvious just how nervous Fade had become.

There was one thing he just didn’t get...Why was someone like you doing as a vigilante? After getting to know you for months now, it was so hard to understand for him. But right now his main focus was to catch you. He knew the police would go easy on you, the only reason he said those words last time was that he was irked with Fade- well, you to be exact….

In the midst of his distraction, he barely noticed when you crashed into each other with force, knocking the both of you off balance before falling off the rooftop in a tangled mass of limbs. His protective instincts kicked in as he quickly turned around mid-air, pulling your startled body into his chest out of reflex. Somehow a part of your jacket had become tangled into his wings, preventing them from moving around to stop the fall…

It seemed luck was on their side when they fell into an empty alleyway. The trash bags littering the floor helping to cushion their fall, but they couldn’t help when Hawk's breath was knocked away by the impact on his back, as well as your weight landing harshly on top of him.

“You ok?” He couldn’t help asking, more worried about the girl in his arms than his own well-being. Hawks sighed with relief when you slowly lifted yourself up with a small, pained groan before looking at him, feeling slightly awkward once the realization hit in, that you were sitting on top of the winged hero.

He received no vocal answer, but rather a physical one as your hand grabbed the lower part of the mask to lift it off your face for a small moment, then swiftly you leaned down to plant a deep kiss over the male’s soft lips.

The gesture caught him off guard at such point, that for a minute Hawks forgot how to breathe. Eyes wide in surprise and body going stiff as all he could concentrate on was your soft lips moving against his own.

But before he had the chance to kiss back, you had already shoved him away by the shoulder with a devilish smile back in that sweet, flushed face as you slowly licked your lips teasingly.

“This isn’t over Birdy...See you around~”

You vanished from view in a flash, leaving behind a sparkling, golden cloud. As well as a stupefied hero laying into a pile of trash bags who only draped his arm over his face.

He would definitely need to have a chat with you the next time he went to the restaurant.

#bnhabookclub #mha imagine #bnha imagine #bnha hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Ackles

Summary: It’s Jensen’s 42nd birthday and you want to fulfill one of his secret fantasies.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: language, dom!reader, sub!Jensen, use of a crop, handcuffs, spanking, dirty talk, face riding, hand job, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, consensual dub con role play, ma’am/mistress kink (is that a kink?), mentions of daddy kink, mentions of anal sex, porn, it’s just birthday porn

Glancing at you in the mirror you bite your lower lip nervously. For two months you trained with Mistress Heather but now you are unsure if you can get through with your plan.

You want to surprise Jensen, want to fulfill one of his secret fantasies but you are nervous as hell. Normally Jensen calls the shots in the bedroom and you enjoy your sexual relationship, your dynamic, but tonight – you will take control.

Wearing red heels, mesh stockings and a short leather skirt barely covering your ass you want to make sure Jensen knows what you are up to the moment he enters your home.

The red lace bra and matching thong will drive him wild and you decide to not wear a shirt or blouse at all.

Goosebumps erupt all over your skin as you slide the crop over your thigh, a dark smirk on your crimson lips you look at your bag. Jensen will be yours tonight and there’s nothing he can do about it…

The first thing Jensen recognizes are the candles lit all over the bedroom. His eyes try to get used to the dim light as he sees you leaning against the door frame.

Heart speeding up he drops his back, ready to press you against the wall he looks you all over but then you press the crop into his chest, giving him a dark grin with those crimson lips.

“Hello, Mr. Ackles…” You coo, stepping closer.

The crop wandering toward his cock you lazily lick your lips. “I think you ended up in the wrong room, bad boy. Where is your wife?”

“She’s…” Stammering Jensen can feel his cock twitch every time you rub the crop over the growing bulge in his pants. “…unavailable, ma’am…”

“Ma’am you say…” Humming you slide your hand over his wide chest. Your head tilts and you give him a disapproving look. “Coming into my room, uninvited and not the slightest obeyed…”

“I am sorry…” Panting Jensen glances at your lace-covered breasts. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as you nod slowly. “Ma’am…”

“I think you will be sorry after I am done with punishment, baby boy. Now…” Pointing toward the bed you chuckle lightly. “Get naked and kneel on my bed. Be good and Mistress Heaven will make sure you’ll never forget this birthday…”

Rounding Jensen, you slide the crop over his chest, biceps and finally his back. For a moment you just watch his body tense under your gaze before you pat his ass with your crop. “Be bad and you’ll never cum again.”

“Ma’am…mistress…my wife wouldn’t want me to be naked in front of another woman. I can’t…” Choking out the words Jensen cries out as you slap his ass with the crop.

“Did I say you can talk back? You are mine tonight, whether you like it or not.” Smiling you walk toward the bed, pointing at the spot once again. “I will have you no matter what.”

“Yes…ma’am…” Nervously unbuttoning his shirt Jensen gulps as you sit on a chair.

While you watch your husband with darkened eyes you spread your legs to show him your red thong and he groans silently at the sight.

“Good boy. Slower…give me a show…” Your hand wanders between your legs to slowly rub your clit. You can see the struggle on Jensen’s face. Any other day he would punish you for touching yourself but tonight it’s different.

His shirt drops to the floor, shoes get kicked off and you tsk silently. “Bad boy. I am disappointed. I want you to pick up your clothes and fold them neatly.”

Smirking you slide the crop over your legs, slightly slapping your thigh and Jensen’s eyes darken.

“Yes, Mistress…” Grumbling Jensen picks his clothes up to fold them neatly. One of the reasons you fight occasionally is Jensen’s tendency to nag as you drop clothes on the floor when you are in a hurry or horny. “I’ll do as you say…”

The struggle on his face alone could get you off, but you will be patient. Jensen continues undressing and you give him a smug grin as he folds every piece to put it on the pile of clothing.

“On the bed…” Slamming the crop onto the bed you glare at Jensen as he dared to step closer to you. “Now or you won’t cum at all…”

Jensen is still fighting his dominant side, but he crawls onto the bed. This is what he wanted after all. Being always in control is tiring so he admitted two months ago he wants to be your sub at least for once.

While your husband kneels on your side of the bed, warily watching you stepping closer he tries to not break out of his role. Instead of grabbing you and just pound the pleasure out of you he tries to remain calm.

“I…I think we shouldn’t do this, ma’am. My wife…” The first slap hits his ass and Jensen hisses in pain and pleasure. Now he understands why you love spanking so much. “I love my wife…”

“Silence…” Spanking his ass thrice more you lean closer before you rub the crop over his redden skin. Your lips wrap around his left ear shell, nibbling carefully while you slap him again.

“This piece of meat is mine tonight. You can find pleasure too or I will take what I want…”

“Please…” Looking up at you Jensen gasps as you pat his erected cock with the crop. “I’ll be good…”

“Of course, you will be a good boy.” Gently sliding your fingers through his hair, you give him a dark smirk before you fist the short locks, forcing Jensen to look at you.

“I’ll have fun to tame you.” Your lips claim his roughly, making your husband pant against your lips.

“Yes…Mistress…” Humming against his lips you drop the crop to roughly fist his cock, only giving him a few pumps to make sure he knows that only you can make him feel good.

“I want you to lie on my pillow and do something better with your mouth.” Licking over his lips you tighten the grip in his hair. “Mommy wants you to lick her pussy. I feel teeth you won’t like my answer.”

Your words go straight to Jensen’s dick and he could come only but the look on your face and the way you dominate him.

“I’ll be good…promised…”

“Oh, baby boy, I know that you will be good for me…” Licking over his cheek you smirk before you press your lips against it. “I want your tongue and lips. You better make me cum…”

Straddling Jensen’s neck you carefully lean forward, putting your weight on your knees to make sure your sex is at the level of his face.

You are still nervous, but you won’t show it, so you let him slide your skirt up to your waist. He’s panting heavily, just staring at your sex for a moment.

“Get started, Baby or you won’t get any…” Voice lower now you glare at Jensen and he moves his hands over your thighs, stroking your skin gently. “You know what I want!” Now he grips your thighs and you smirk at his ministrations to keep you under control.

The first slow licks make you gasp but you press your lips together, not giving away you enjoy what he’s doing. While Jensen licks along your sex you throw your head back and dig your nails into his hands.

When you are sure he’s ready you slowly rock your hips and your husband groans underneath you. “So sexy…”

You let his outburst slip, just keep on moving your body to rub against his face. Juices drip down his skin but Jensen doesn’t seem to mind.

His lips seal around your clit to suckle it harshly and you grip the headboard, not able to steady your body any longer. “Good boy…such a good boy…”

The grip on your thighs tightens and you stop moving just giving in to the pleasure Jensen brings you. His lips and tongue work your sensitive flesh and you praise him every time he pushes you further toward your high.

“Like that…just like that…god…good boy…” Laughing you look down your husband. He’s grinning cheekily, as you move off him, patting his chest. “I’ll clean you up…”

“Mistress?” Jensen tosses the warm washcloth to the floor as you straddle his thighs, wielding handcuffs in front of his face. “Y/N?”

“No fluffy handcuffs, baby boy. These will keep you in place for sure.” Leaning over his body you nibble at his jaw. “No more fighting me tonight…”

Obeyed Jensen let you restrain his wrists to the headboard. His eyes lust-blown, chest heaving up and down he must watch you slip the tip in.

Your walls take him in, squeeze his shaft tightly as you sink onto him. “My wife will hate me…” Whining Jensen feels your crop slap his thigh and he falls silent.

“I don’t care! I will ride this dick for my pleasure and…” Pressing your chest to his you smirk against his skin as you bite his neck. “I will make you cum inside of me, make you my baby daddy…”

Groaning Jensen tugs at the handcuffs, wants nothing more than to pound you into the mattress. “Please…you can’t…”

“OH—Baby Boy…” Sinking your teeth into his neck again your start to move your hips and Jensen’s head lulls back. “I’ll make you cum so hard, and you can do nothing but take it…”

Gripping his biceps you move faster, grind harder against his pubic bone. Your lips ghost over his and you enjoy the pants leaving his lips, along with silent curses.

“You look so pretty on top of me, mistress. I’ll give you all my cum…” Bucking against your Jensen smirks as you let him thrust upward to match your movement.

“Hmm…you look even better lying here, underneath me and at my mercy. I will just take your cum and cock. Nothing you can do about it, Ackles…”

Your hands wrap around his throat and you look at Jensen, as he nods and you start to add pressure.

“Y/N…” Coughing Jensen can feel your walls tighten as you squeezing his throat tighter and he spurts hot into you. He’s shaking underneath your body, just letting you ride your highs out. “Green…”

Crushing your lips onto Jensen’s you lick into his mouth. “Green too…”

“You were so freaking hot and taking me bare…” Smirking Jensen watches you carefully rub his throat. “Everything is good, Baby Girl. You didn't hurt me. I loved it…”

“Well, happy birthday…” Nipping at his lips you smirk. “Daddy…”

“Daddy is proud of you, my good girl. I think we should do this again but now…” Tugging at the handcuffs Jensen smirks. “Daddy wants to give you a gift…”

“That’s…” Gulping you eye the butt plug. Tugged into Jensen's side you look up at him. “You want to…?”

“It’s something from both your bucket lists so we will try at your birthday but only if you want to, Mistress…” Chuckling you wrap your arms around Jensen’s neck.

“Only with you, Jay.”

“Same, Baby Girl. How about we eat the rest of my birthday cake in bed and talk about how you liked being the dom in our relationship for once…”

“Yes, Mr. Ackles…and happy birthday, baby boy...”

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sayhitoforever · 4 years

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Burn Season - Malcolm Bright x Reader - PT (6/?)

Ya’ll been asking. Don’t say I never (tried to) deliver. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5- Thanks for all the love and support for this series. I grin like a moron when I see your comments on the story and in my inbox. Getting comments makes me want to write even more, so thank you! GIF credit to malcolmbrighted who did us all dirty again with that quality 👌 .

“So, this is personal for you?” Malcolm asked, shocked and reeling from the information dump.

Y/N laughed, an awful, gut-wrenching sound that echoed in his loft. The sound made his skin crawl. “Not in the slightest. He deserved to die. There was nothing redeemable in him. No prison or facility or program was ever going to rehabilitate him.”

She paused, eyes trained down at the weapon in her hands. He wondered what she was thinking about, if she knew what she looked like, cradling that knife with comfort, gaze as focused as it always was. Looking like something, someone, Malcolm would cross the street to avoid. That precise feeling left him queasy somehow, considering his regard for his own personal safety was abysmal at best. He wondered what else her father had taught her, other than to commit murder with her bare hands. Wildly, he speculated the possibility that maybe she had, but she couldn’t have passed all of the rigorous screenings that government employees were subjected to, regardless of their department, if that was the case. Malcolm wanted to keep asking questions, wanted to pry so badly that he exercised every last ounce of common decency in restraining himself.

“I try very hard not to be the product of my upbringing,” she murmured quietly.

Me too, Malcolm thought, and very nearly said. The words sat on his tongue, sharp like thorns. He was shocked at how easily the response had bubbled up, unbridled. He’d never felt so forthcoming about his own personal information, especially where trauma was concerned. And it was certainly not any territory he wanted to be treading into with a stranger.

“I think that’s enough about me for one night,” Y/N said when Malcolm didn’t break the silence, turning to place the trench knife back in its spot and closing the case. “I believe you have a profile to work on.”

When she faced him again, it was with the same practiced smile. Malcolm tried to school his own expression, but he was sure that the shock was still clear on his face. He knew it was when he saw the corners of her eyes tighten as she narrowed them ever-so-slightly. Personal information came at a cost for her then, he decided. The way she was looking at him then, he doubted she’d give anything else up again.

“Five boxes is more than I ever though I would have to work with. Is there any one in particular I should start with?” he said instead, hoping the redirection didn’t feel so abrupt. He was trying to give her an easy out.

Y/N cocked her head thoughtfully for a moment before moving, crossing the room back into the kitchen. She inspected the writing on the sides of each of the boxes before popping the lid on one to inspect it’s contents. She stuck a hand in, pulling out a blank notepad with a pen attached to it and setting it aside, and rifled around, pulling out a box within the box, smaller, almost shoebox sized. It too had writing on the top of it.

“These are all the crime scene photos from the last few years, ones that look similar to what you saw last night.” She sat the smaller box on the counter, popping it to reveal sorted manila envelopes. Malcolm couldn’t help but grin at the meticulous nature of the whole thing. “They’re chronological. Dunno how you usually like to start your profiles.”

“Since I can’t be there, photos are as good a place as any to start,” he commented and slid into the barstool she had previously occupied, moving aside a box. With one corner of her mouth quirked up into a smile, she handed him an envelope dated 2012.

“This is the first one that looked similar to my father’s,” she said. True to form, the photos showed an eerily similar crime scene: a burnt building, two charred corpses, these ones dangling by their wrists from handcuffs that had been chained to old piping. Grizzly, was Malcolm’s jerk reaction as he flipped through the close-up images. The longer he looked though, the more controlled the rage seemed to be. So precise, so exceptional in its execution, professional even. A possible hit on a rival mafia boss, he speculated briefly as he studied the buildings in the background of the photos. The skyline of Chicago behind the scorched remains of the old factory was unmistakable.

“It takes patience, skill, and timing, to kill someone like those three lumps of coal at the precinct. The kind of patience somebody had to kill my father,” Y/N mused aloud.

“You sure this isn’t personal?” Malcolm asked, trying for teasing, unwilling to look up from the photographs to catch her eye. He could feel her gaze on him though and couldn’t stop himself.

The way she smirked up at him, eyes glittering in the kitchen light, before laughing, something lighter, less bone-chilling. “Very sure. I’d like to shake the fucker’s hand before they’re locked up for life though.”

Something chimed in her pocket and Y/N withdrew her hand from where it dangled in the open box to fish her phone out. Her eyes flitted across the screen as she tapped back a reply, grimacing as she looked up again. “Business beckons, I’m afraid.” She grabbed the notepad with the pen clipped to it and clicked it before scrawling something across the top of the clean page. “If you have questions, you can text me. Don’t worry about disturbing me, I… don’t sleep much anyway.”

The second me too of the night gurgled like acid in his stomach and he tried to quell it as quickly as possible.

“Let me see you out,” Malcolm announced, manners taking precedent. He pushed up from his seat and let her pass in front of him as she rebuttoned her coat on the way to the stairs. At the landing, he unlocked the door and held it open for Y/N.

“Thank you,” Malcolm said softly. She turned on the threshold and flashed him a brilliant smile, eyes catching the watery morning sunlight. “You didn’t have to tell me what you did, so thank you. I hope we can work together more easily from now on.”

“You seem the type who likes to have information other people don’t,” Y/N replied with a casual shrug, as if she hadn’t just dressed him down with a handful of words. “So, if you don’t spread that shit, then we won’t have a problem.”

Malcolm made a cross over his heart with the tip of his index finger, chest warming as she laughed again. “Promise,” he said.

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endless-array-of-tom · 4 years

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Old Acquaintance [loki x reader]

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Genre: uh....

Word Count: Between 900-1000 lol

A/n: Little Drabble thingy that may turn into a series, also being posted on my Wattpad. Anyway, hope you enjoy the short story !!

Loki glared at the men swarmed around him, their weapons drawn and pointed at none another than himself. His brow drew upwards as a smirk slowly creased his sinister face; SHIELD agents cautiously ventured closer, their fingers itching to pull the trigger.

A maniacal laugh would’ve passed through his lips if he wasn’t awestruck by the woman approaching near, a gentle smile drawn on across her face.

“Loki Odinson?” She inquired, watching as the god had flinched at his name, however, unable to correct due to muzzle strapped around his mouth.

“I presume you are; well then, to continue on… Loki, you are going to be apprehending and under none other than my command. You will comply and if you don’t…” she trailed off, removing her shades revealing a fiery set of (e/c) orbs. “We’ll make it happen. Are we clear?”

Loki nodded, watching as the woman laughed a bit. With the wave of her hand, the men around her began to drop their weapons, handcuffs drawn as they continued their orders. After being fully restrained, they began to push Loki onto the armed vehicle.

“Wait.” The woman demanded; Loki’s head tilted to the side bewilderingly as the woman advanced, leaning until her mouth was close to touching his ear.

“Don’t worry. It would’ve never worked between us, darling.”

And with that, Loki’s eyes widened before all faded to black…

Loki woke up with an abrupt gasp of air, drenched with iced water. The agent dropped the bucket to the side, smirking as he exited through the door. Getting over the after-shock, Loki began to study his surroundings.

One thing for sure, the smell was absolutely horrid. The stench of body odor and mold did not make a pleasant combination; honestly, it looked like they had imprisoned him in some old asylum room-- the walls were cemented and dirtied, the floor creaking and dusty as if the place hadn’t been cleaned in centuries.

His muzzle was removed, though he could see it from the corner of his eye on a desk in the corner. Looking down, he struggled against the bindings to his chair, groaning as the rope began to burn on his skin.

Rage soon consumed his thoughts. Odin. Stripped most of his magical abilities from his “father,” and banished to Midgard as a consequence of wanting to rule over mewling quim. Sent his son off with a disappointed expression and a sorrowful quote.

How tragic, Loki taunted to himself. For a father who used a baby as leverage, to suddenly throw a facade of being heartbroken at the sight of his stunt, as he often called it.

“Quite the scene, I must say,” a voice echoed, cutting off Loki’s thoughts. “You do know how to make an excellent entrance.”

“And you have an incredible way of waking your guests.”

“Yes, our speciality, actually. To you, we made a special surprise as well,” she ridiculed with a small chuckle.

Loki waited until the woman had placed herself directly across from him in her own chair, no more than six feet away. She immediately removed her glasses and ruffled her hair, staring into his blueish, green eyes.

“Agent (L/N), if you didn’t remember.” She dragged on, “(Y/N) (L/N).”

“I know who you are,” Loki retorted back, spitefully, “You didn’t exactly make your presence unknown during the time. Lovely to see you again, dear.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, menacingly glaring at him.

“Don’t sweet-talk me, it won’t work. Unfortunately, I’m not as naïve as you thought I was back then, funny as it seems.” She stood up from her seat, watching as Loki’s were trained on hers. Making her way to the table, she grabbed the muzzle and sat back down.

“For one, I do apologize for you having to stay in this type of environment, but as you can see, nobody likes you.” She said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“And frankly, no one on Earth probably ever will… but who gives a damn what the world thinks?” Loki’s interest sparked as he stared at you questioningly, wondering what the next set of words would be, falling from your lips.

“For the time being, you aren’t allowed to do anything,” she spewed maliciously, as if angry at herself for the words soon to come. “You will no longer be allowed to speak unless authorities remove your muzzle, nor be allowed to communicate in any possible way with other agents or living organism except for me. You will be fed three meals a day, and questioned for the time being.”

Loki watched as her sudden tone of voice changed before he realized the dark figure watching from the doorway, peering at (Y/N) for the slightest reason of suspicion.

“If you attempt to escape through the door, you will be immediately paralyzed and given direct approval for your head. If I ask anything or order anything of you, you will comply without objections as well as any upper hand officials that may walk through this door. Punishments are in order of you fail to meet any of those guidelines,” (Y/N) finished.

Loki nodded, watching as she moved his hair to the side and strapped on the device hard enough to prevent any attempt of removing or slipping off. As she finished the last adjustment, she leaned down to his ear. “Luckily for you, however, I’m also not gullible enough to believe everything that comes out of Fury’s mouth.”

Loki smirked through the muzzle as he eyed the door, seeing that the figure had left.

“I’m getting you out of here, but on my terms. Are we clear?”

“Absolutely crystal, darling.” A small smile formed from (Y/N).

“I guess Odin didn’t get rid of everything, now did he?”

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jane-the-zombie · 4 years

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Turn Around, Flashlight Eyes || Felix & Jane

TIMING: When Jane was still on desk duty PARTIES: @streetharmacist and @jane-the-zombie SUMMARY: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcOxhH8N3Bo CONTENT: Self Harm TW, Car Accident TW

Jane was tired, she was cranky, and she was still really sore from going up against both versions of her fucking mime doppleganger. Worst of all? She was bored. Stuck doing paperwork at work all day and she wanted to scream. At least the bruising and swelling from her broken nose was going down. The last thing she needed was for her neighbor to be dead in his apartment, but Marley had been right. She should check on him. Except, her poor neighbor was forgotten because she heard something in the alleyway next to the apartment. Jane almost turned around and bolted back up the stairs to go to bed. She was not going out there to see what it was, least some goddamn fucking mime asshole was waiting for her. But Jane knew that she was going out there, and swore under her breath as she stomped out the door and around the corner and squinted into the darkness. Felix. There he was, looking as ragged as she did. She would worry about that later. The noise that came out of her - enraged, disbelief, and something she couldn’t quite identify - was inhuman, because she couldn’t believe he would do this again. Outside of her apartment. “Felix Doyle!” Jane raised her voice, hands on her hips. Damn it, she didn’t have handcuffs on her. Or her gun or badge. Damn it. How dare he deal drugs out here again! “I cannot believe you! Both of you, up against the wall. Come on, I don’t have all night.”

The fae had been properly shook, rattled, and rolled. Whatever the alley mime creature had pulled on him, Felix didn’t know. But in a word, he did not enjoy it. There was hardly any thought put into his suit when he left the apartment, the fabric slightly rumpled from when he had woefully rolled himself off the couch. He could either lament what had happened or he could make money. Money, as it turned out, was a wonderful aid against the grey. Whether he was in the alley outside of Jane’s apartment out of some estranged creature comfort or what, he didn’t know, but he knew he was guaranteed a solid deal out of it all. It wasn’t a clammy college kid that stood across from him. It was a grown man with grown man problems that a little powder could help with. Something simple, that was all it needed to be. He could do with simple for the time being. The man had said something funny or maybe he hadn’t. Still, the fae laughed and grinned. A little slower and a little subdued. He heard her before he saw her and when he turned, profile lit by the streetlight, he smiled a little wider. “Jane! How the heck are ya? I believe in you, you know.”

His smile lessened some as the man beside him went stockstill.

“Is that a cop? Is this some kinda sting operation? You in on this?”

When he pointed at Felix, words flying out, it was with a knife. The fae’s face went neutral.

“Well that’s rude.”

Oh, great. Felix believed in her. Jane was not in the mood for Felix’s energetic, evasive mood right now. Her nose hurt, she was sore, and she suddenly knew that Felix was going to talk both her ears off twice before just sinking backward into the shadows. With a jolt, though, Jane realized that the punk wasn’t a college kid, but a grown man. And he had just pulled a knife on Felix. Hell. That was her fault, not thinking situations through before barging into them. That’s why she ended up here after all. Still, she felt her heartbeat picked up, the familiar rush of energy that she craved… “Hey!” Jane said, holding her hands up. Was she close enough to tackle the man? No. She would likely end up with stitches or Felix would get hurt. Jane couldn’t let that happen. Not to Felix, even if he was out here, talking her damn ears off, dealing some goddamn drugs outside of her apartment again. She wouldn’t let a friend get hurt. Well that’s rude. Was that all Felix had to say to some pulling out a knife?!

“Hey now, put the knife away. There’s no need for any of that.” Jane warned, freezing where she stood. “Come on now.”

“You set me up!” The man accused Felix. She decidedly did not like how he was pointing that knife. Jane automatically reached for where her gun was supposed to be. Damn it. It was upstairs laying on her kitchen counter.

“Hey!” Jane barked. “Don’t look at him, look at me. He didn’t do anything to you.” Except encourage your drug habit, maybe. “You should be waving that thing at me.”

Well, Jane certainly looked like she had been in a tussle. Given the knife Felix had pointed at him, he couldn’t exactly ask about it. Trying to hold two conversations was trying enough as it was! He could later though, as he was absolutely certain there would be a later for him. They looked to be in quite the pickle, he thought. Slowly, he turned to face the man, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted. It shouldn’t have been remotely calming to have a knife pulled on him, but hey, some things get familiar over a few decades. Felix kept his palms open as he slightly lifted his hands. The man’s attention was between him and Jane. As keen as he was on not getting stabbed, he didn’t exactly want Jane to get it either.

“Hang on, pal,” he started, voice easy as the breeze. “You’re assuming that I got the energy to do something like that and heck, assuming you’re worth it to. You know what they say about that whole thing...”

The knife edged a little closer as the man took a step, eyes wide open and panic in the black pupils. Felix smiled a little more, teeth showing as skin pulled back. It was electric, the spark that went up his fingertips and danced up his neck. There was another option of who the guy could wave it at, but that was a matter of chance. Madness had no schedule. The fae gripped his glasses and slid them down, hazel giving way to a flood of white. All the better to see the fucker with. Horned shadows spread across the alley, cut holes into the light. Gone in sixty seconds.

The man began to breathe heavy, his chest heaving with the force of it. If he kept going like this, his ribs might shatter. The knife trembled in his hand and Felix took a step back, closer to Jane. Shadows gone, glamour settled. That spark lit him up, his nerves surging and serotonin pumping. He still had it. However deep the mime creature had looked into him, it wasn’t rock bottom. He still had it, rumpled as he was. The knife fell as the man turned to the wall, placed his hands against the stone. Like Jane had said. Crack. Skull hit stone.

Things spiraled out of control quickly. If Jane could just get him away from Felix then everything would be fine. Jane considered goading the man, slowly inching closer. She could throw herself between Felix and the knife, but that still posed risks. Jane swore under her breath as Felix started talking again. No, Felix. Don’t keep talking to the guy with the knife. That was a bad freaking idea. The gravel under her tennis shoes crunched as she slid closer, weighing options.

Jane had just decided to lunge at the man when Felix did whatever it was that he did. She didn’t mind needing a few more stitches, and she wasn’t completely sure that Felix was knife-proof. Better her than him anyday. The blinding light filled the alleyway, Jane automatically using her hand to shield her face - Wait. Was that coming from Felix’s eyes? Jane’s hand fell back to her side as she squinted. Horrible shadows filled the alleyway. It lasted a long time. Too long. Seconds were minutes as she stared in a sort of mortified fascination before it was gone. It was gone and everything was back to normal. Jane reoriented herself. Well, shadow zombies couldn’t do that, now could they?

The man was disturbed. Jane snapped back to reality as Felix backed closer to her. “What the hell was -” Jane’s words were cut off by the horrible crack. Her eyes snapped away from Felix. The man’s skull hit the stone again, and she could see dark wet marks left behind. “Crap. Felix, stay there. Call... someone.” Jane moved instinctively, hoping Felix would listen. The cracking became wet thuds as Jane restrained him. “Hey! Hey! Enough!” She jerked him away from the wall forcefully. “That’s enough, come on now -” The man fought against her grip. Crap. They struggled hard for a moment, Jane fighting for control as he started to scream. He was larger and stronger than her, and Jane still wasn’t up to be in another fight. His elbow sunk into her stomach and she stumbled back with a pained groan. That wouldn’t stop her easily. Jane just barely took a step forward, before the man took off running.

It was like watching a trainwreck in slow motion. The sound of a car turning onto her road and speeding down the street along with the bloodied, disoriented man running and yelling. There was a loud thwack, with a screeching stop as the man’s body was thrown from impact. Jane froze, eyes wide. She turned to look at Felix. “What?”

The fae watched on as the slightest order to the alley quickly unraveled itself. His teeth felt sharp in his mouth, his head felt lighter. Even with his shirt rumpled and his tie askew, Felix felt like a million bucks. Maybe even more. The man quickly devolving into a state of disrepair became the tree he fixated himself on and the rest of it could burn because he didn’t care to look at it. Could he explain it to Jane? That sensation of hopelessness being run clean through to make way for triumph. That creature in the alley had reduced him to something he had not been for so long. It inspired a hatred, a spite in him, that could melt the strongest metals. Maybe even iron itself. He breathed in deep through his nose before he looked at her, brows raised behind his glasses.

She was trying to help the man. Right, that was her job as one of those law enforcement types. He was content to let the man crack his skull open and piece the secrets out one by one. There wasn’t any attempt made to call anyone as he stepped forward, hands half inside his pockets. Faint worry lines creased his forehead as she stepped in and the man rounded on her. That wasn’t what he wanted to happen. Her name left his mouth quickly as the man struck before tearing off down the alley. Felix was nearly inspired to follow. To see where exactly the man’s line of thought led. It wasn’t far. The man’s body rolled out of sight of the alleyway’s mouth in a trail of glass and blood. The fae turned his head to look at Jane, expression nearly as surprised if not a smidge more muted.

“Well, what a one-hit wonder he seemed to be, huh?”

Jane ached all over again. The bruises and the soreness from the knife fight she got in earlier in the week weren’t helped in the struggle with the now very dead man. People in the car were getting out, screaming at the body, calling the police. Shit. She was the police. The confusion sank further in her as Jane winced at Felix’s words. “That’s not funny,” she said. She heard the 9-1-1 call as some hysterical woman and her partner went to see if the man was conscious or had a pulse. Doubtful. She couldn’t bring herself to go look. She looked over at Felix again, running a hand through her hair. How the hell was she going to explain this when the police showed up? What exactly had Felix done, other than blind someone with that weird light?

And it wasn’t like she could tell anyone that. Sarge and the Captain seemed to have their heads up their asses about shit like this, and she didn’t exactly understand what the hell Felix had done to the man. Or if Felix had caused this at all. Certainly not the car accident. Jane made the decision quickly. She turned to Felix. “Inside.” Jane hissed quietly, pointing towards the door in the back of her apartment. “Now. Before they notice us.” Jane hurried too the door, quickly typing in her code, and it swung open. She held it open for him. “I want an explanation, come on now.”

Jane didn’t find the joke funny. Alright, Felix supposed that was fair, and he acquiesced with a nod. A strange pair they made, him completely unbothered and her more than a little bothered. Any humor he felt at the situation slowly slipped away as he turned away from the scene. And what a scene it had become. He hadn’t planned for that, but realistically, he could only plan for so much. When she looked at him and made her demands, he quietly agreed that it was for the best. It wouldn’t be in either of their interest to act as witnesses.

“You got it!”

He followed behind her as she led him to the apartment and as he crossed the threshold of her apartment door, he huffed out a breath. Hands went to his hips as he glanced around the place.

“Say, speaking of explanations, what happened to you? Looks like you got into a scuffle or something there, Jane.”

Jane hurried up the stairs and into her apartment, letting him in. She couldn’t believe that Felix was actually in her apartment. Usually she was out there, chasing him around in the world. At least she had cleaned earlier. Marley’s blood had almost stained the floors and it had taken her forever to try and get it out. She looked at him for a long moment. Scuffle was putting it kindly, and she rubbed the side of her broken ass nose with a grumble. God, was Felix really here? Did she really think this was a good idea?

Jane held up a hand, signaling one moment, before she kicked off her tennis shoes, and went to the kitchen. There, she pulled out a rather large bottle of whiskey and a glass. She paused. And then pulled out another glass.

“I got attacked in the woods by a mime with a knife,” Jane said, flatly, filling both glasses with whiskey. She turned to him. “And it broke my nose and I have 22 stitches.” She patted her thigh, wincing, and rolled up her sleeves to show the bandage on her arm. “It looked exactly like me. After I killed it and it disappeared in striped smoke. Then, later, came back as a zombie, attacked me and my date, and I shot it’s head off. And it disappeared into more striped smoke.”

She held a glass of whiskey out to him.

“Your turn.”

The fae turned his cufflinks idly as he stood near the door. He followed her example and carefully pulled off his own shoes. Wow. Felix never thought he would ever be in Jane’s apartment. It looked...normal. Not at all like how he might have imagined a cop’s apartment. Not that he often considered it much to begin with. Did she imagine his apartment to be full of the world’s assortment of drug paraphernalia? The thought prompted a laugh to pass through him. What an odd day they were having. He wasn’t opposed to the odd or unusual. Better one type of odd over the other and that was how he chose to classify the time spent in Mime Nightmare Alley. At the mention of mimes, he strode over to where she offered the glass of whiskey. He held it between both hands as he turned it, thumbnail quiet as it followed along a groove.

“Jeepers, that sounds like quite the endeavor you went through,” he said with a tilted head. “I encountered one myself not too long ago. It didn’t look like me, but it was a mime still! Guess that’s one way to spend a date, huh? You can’t say it wasn’t memorable.”

He smiled around the rim of his whiskey glass as he took a drink.

“Right, that whole thing,” he said as he lowered it. He had already told her what he was and she had promised to not tell anyone. “Well, like I told you, not a shadow zombie. My kind, we got this eye thing, and when we want, we can flip on these floodlights and if people look right at ‘em...They take a little dip in a pool of madness for a bit, is all.” As if that were as casual as rainwater on a drizzly day. “They lose it for a little. What happens though? I don’t really got control over that part.”

God. Felix had run into a mime too? “I hate this town.” Jane took a moment to finish the contents of her glass in one go, before pouring herself another. It was a get drunk kind of night, especially as she glanced to the window and saw the familiar red and blue siren lights. God. She couldn’t believe this. She truly couldn’t believe this. She wondered if Felix would let her into his apartment willingly. Probably not without a warrant. Jane almost laughed out loud at the thought, leaning against the counter.

“Definitely some sort of date,” Jane muttered, wincing slightly as she remembered her zombie form breaking Marley’s arm. She shook her head, focusing on what exactly Felix was telling her. He was a Lamp-pan-something. Lampinade. Lanped? Lamede. Something like that. Not a shadow zombie. Or, well, a fae, as he said. Not a fairy. She tried to wrap her head around it.

“Madness?” She asked cautiously. That sounded extremely dangerous. It was extremely dangerous. She saw its effect on that man. But that man had drawn a knife on Felix. Who was she to say that he could use is Lampinade-something powers on him in self defense. He hadn’t known that he would do that. The law was meant for humans, and wasn’t adapted for the supernatural. She was slowly realizing that… That didn’t mean Felix would get off scot free running drugs, though. Jane was curious now, as she was about dangerous things. Jane looked at at him, peering at his glasses, as if she was going to suddenly see a bright light. She pointed to them, suddenly. “Is that why you wear those? If you take them off, will the light come back?

“Kinda makes you wish you knew about all the mime nonsense before, huh?” Felix remarked as he rubbed at his jaw with one hand. “But I guess I can see why it’s the kinda thing they might wanna keep hush-hush. Can’t really imagine too many people clamoring to get in if the mimes are the welcoming committee.” A mime had stolen some of his finest weed. Of course he was bitter and would remain as such long before the mime bodies fell to the weeds. He found himself a place to comfortably sit, one ankle crossed over the other. In Jane’s apartment and seated without a care! Well, one care, maybe.

“It looked like he got a decent hit in there, Jane. How ya feeling?”

He expected her questions and hummed over them as he turned his glass. Madness was such a vague concept. Nebulous. Entirely unique when someone was taken by it. Some crumpled, some puffed up. It depended on so many little factors and all it took was the slightest nudge from a single look to get someone facing that abyss.

“Yes,” he said as he straightened up. “The very thing! It’s different for everyone, you know. Friends can become enemies, nothing can become something. Loneliness can suddenly become very crowded.” It was one of the ways his mothers had explained it to him the first time he accidentally sent a friend scrambling away. It didn’t bother him to share this with Jane. At the question of his glasses, he tapped gently on the rims. “Sort of, yeah. A little less likely to hit someone with the beams if I got ‘em on. That and they look nice.” He started to smile. “Don’t you think?”

“Not like I had much of a choice coming here at all.” She didn’t mean it to sound as bitter as it came out, but it was. Jane had really only told Marley that the reason she was here was because she had been forcibly transferred, and even then it hadn’t been a real explanation of what happened. It was still funny to her, though, that her and Felix ended up in the same small town. It was equally funny to her that a drug dealer’s presence had made her feel a little less lonely once she knew he was here. Jane knew, as she sank down into her little armchair across from Felix, that she had been chasing Felix for years and now there was usually a bit of fondness in her tone whenever she started yelling at him for being… well… him.

She prodded her ribs, wincing. He had gotten her pretty good, but it could have been a lot worse. “Oh, he barely got me,” she scoffed, waving it off. “It’ll match the other bruises.” SHe was more concerned with how he described this madness that his flashlight eyes gave people. She saw the shadows in the light, and she didn’t think she had been affected by it. How exactly did it work? She wondered if he would do it to her if she asked. After all, if she banged her head against the wall, that wouldn’t be his fault, it would be her own. The idea already had her perking up, but she didn’t think it was a conversation for now.

“You said it only lasts for a bit? So everything returns to normal after a while? How long is a while? And you can turn them off and on?” Curiously, Jane craned her head, as if trying to see around his glasses, like the light was just going to come back into her apartment.

“They do,” Jane smiled at little, despite herself, “A staple of your wardrobe. I don’t think I could complain about that.”

“This place really is something of a far cry from Portland though. Place gets a lotta action. But no choice? How do you mean? You did say stubborn fate was a way to put it...” Felix nodded, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. Fate was a matter of little thought to him. He didn’t like to bind himself to one such destiny. But it brought him some comfort, some off brand sense of familiarity, that he and Jane had met once again. Just with a little less dress-burning and a little more danger, he thought with a laugh. He didn’t see a thing wrong with it. “See, I listen to you when you tell me things. Just maybe not when it’s hey, that’s illegal or are those drugs in your pocket or are you just happy to see me.”

He laughed. His thoughts and feelings had already distanced from the fact a man had been laid out, likely put down, by an oncoming vehicle. It was bound to happen one day. Given that the human had decided to pull a knife on him and his friend, what better day! Jane Wu. His friend. Huh. With the way she winced, he briefly wondered if he should offer to her what he had for sale. As fun as that would be, maybe not the best decision.

“Yup, it sure does. Really depends on how long we stand there ogling each other’s eyes,” he explained. A glance could last an hour but with intent, it could go on for quite awhile. She seemed...interested in what he had to say. That was kinda nice. “It’s the difference between looking at someone and really looking at someone, focusing on ‘em. Like a lightbulb! Clicking it on to the highest point it can go.” He snapped his fingers quietly as he said it and grinned. Jane had already promised him that she wouldn’t mention what he was to anyone and that kept his tongue flowing freely.

“Was that a compliment? Geez, he must’ve got you good.”

Felix seemed a little curious as to how she ended up here, even if he didn’t quite understand why she was so disgruntled at being here at all. She wouldn’t get into it, not really, and definitely not with Felix. What was she supposed to do? Admit that she, a police detective, had done something wrong? It seemed silly to admit tht she was a little ashamed - she was ashamed? Is that what that felt like? “Why don’t we just leave it to Fate, Felix?” Jane said, suddenly uncomfortable, but she let out a low laugh. She definitely had, once or twice or three times, had said are those drugs in your pocket or are you just happy to see me. “I hope you’re not saying that you just have drugs in your pocket and you aren’t happy to see me.”

Of course, him admitting her had drugs on his pocket would result in breaking out the handcuffs a little too early in the night. From his own rumpled suit, she was fairly certain that neither of them had enough energy to be chasing or running. That was fine, she could call a truce with a friend for the night. Felix Doyle… Her friend. Shit. Jane let out a low sigh, and settled back into her chair.

Jane had more questions. She was interested in how it all worked - what did Felix see when he looked into the other person’s eyes, and what other effects did it have? Did he do it often? Did he have to do it? But Jane was fairly certain he wouldn’t appreciate being grilled, especially after he had just saved both their lives. Jane grinned back as he snapped his fingers. “Sounds like you have your own personal high beams.” She smirked slightly.

“You know, now that you mention it, he probably did get me pretty good. I don’t know what I’m saying.” She poked her ribs, wincing, mostly for dramatic effect before she leaned forward, swiping the remote off her coffee table and throwing her feet up. “They’re going to be out there a while,” Jane said, nodding towards the blue and red lights flashing through her window. “And I’m still technically on desk duty, so they won’t be calling me out there any time soon. So you’re stuck with me, unless you do your strange shadow zombie thing.”

Jane settled, flicking the television on, before turning her head to smile at Felix. “I told you we were going to end up watching Desperate Housewives together.”

#para #para felix #felix #car accident tw #self harm tw #this was a RIDE #and SO fun lmfao #if anyone needs a TLDR let me know

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Preying On You:

(Vampire! Sojourn! Michael+Reader):

(A/N): Hello lovelies!

I have a lot to say before this fic so please excuse my sorry ass, for blabbering and let’s get this over with!

First of all this fic is dedicated to the lovely @sojournmichael (she is literally the sweetest person ever, and like I believe that humanity has a chance because she is alive) since she is actually a fan of vampire Michael so... hope you’ll enjoy this babe!

(Also big shoutout to @moonanonwriting who ispired a lot of vampire asks, Eva’s page, she is amazing and an aesthetic goddess, so be sure to check her out!).

(And also to @dyns33 who has a vampire foursome which is *chief kiss*, love you babe!).

Now personal thing: PLEASE DON’T LEAVE YOU FRIENDS ALONE AT NIGHT (both males and females)! I have been left a shit ton of times by my friend alone and although I am still here to tell the tale, it costs you nothing to accompany your friends and avoid them being alone and you might save a life.

Also the vampire society in this fic is inspired to the one of “The Black Dagger Brotherhood” (those are my favorite vampires books, highly suggested, if you are looking for smut and hot males!); if you need any more info on this world, please let me know both in asks or DMs.

I would love if you could leave an heart or a reblog (mostly because lately my fics are dying so...) and if you ever want to talk with me about it, my DMs are eternally open and my asks can also be anonymous, I love my shy babes!

Hope you’ll enjoy this!

SUMMARY: What was supposed to be a girls’ night out turn out much more bloody than what ou expected, but there might be some advantages to meeting a vampire...

WORDS: 6,6 K

WARNINGS: Unprotected (DON’T FORGET CONDOMS, KIDS), Rough Sex, Dub-Con, Blood Consumption and Blood Kink (THERE WILL BE BLOOD, KIDS!), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Kidnapping (and mention of sexual trafficking, alongside use of drugs to kidnap), Michael being a bit of a stalker...

She wasn’t supposed to be alone on her way back to the train station, after her girls’ night out she had had.

Her friends had promised her that they would all be taking the train and then go back at home, at a decent hour of the night.

But what actually happened was that her friends actually leaft her alone, because of boys they had just met.

She had thought that the magical experience of fucking somebody at a beach party would be less entertaining than actually bringing your friend, safe and sound at home, avoiding her the walk of shame, between drunk and high people, not to talk about the perverts that without no alcohol would have taken her in an angle and pushed an hand over her mouth…

She tried not to think about what might happen to a girl in a party dress, a bit too short and provocative (still she was sure she could have worn her most conservative dress and she would have still gotten idiots whistling at her) with nothing in her little purse (she damned the choice, certainly comfortable for dancing but she could have barely fitted inside the little clutch a little bit more than her ID, a box of tissues, her keys and her phone) that she could use as a weapon.

At first she had tried to beg her friends but they had just waved her away, a bit plastered from all the alcohol they had in their veins, clinging to the guys they had chosen for the night, exchanging glances which clearly said “we are getting laid, tonight”.

“Girls, I seriously don’t feel like I can go back to the train station, alone” she had tried to insist, pleading with her eyes her friends and their one-night-stand, trying to do her best to get them to understand her own worries…

… but apparently being drunk took all the compassion away from your soul.

They had denied immediately her request and the two guys had told her to “shoo away” and find herself somebody, which she wouldn’t do, since not only she had some respect for herself but she didn’t feel attracted by any of the guys there, alongside being unable to enjoy herself at those parties.

But she had decided to give it a chance after her friends had begged her to go, calling her “an asocial dumbass” and she had decided to try it, just to make her friends happy.

Now she realized that the next time she would have closed the door in their faces gladly.

…if she lived to see another day.

She knew she was being dramatic: nothing would be happening to her.

But still she didn’t feel, safe in the slightest.

The journey was in plain light and it was barely ten minutes if she walked fast, alongside being crowded because of all the clubs in it.

But she still felt threatened by even the slightest smile sent on her way, judging it was better just to fake being on her phone with her headphones on.

She was halfway through a very serious recount of her day to her imaginary friend, when she felt a light tap on her shoulder.

She honestly didn’t want to turn around, expecting it to be either some guy wanting to flirt with her, or some drunk guy asking her if he had seen his friend, when he was right behind him.

But she reasoned with herself too late and as soon as she got all those ideas on who it might have been, she just turned around to be met with an elegant middle-aged woman, sporting grey hair and wearing an elegant vintage outfit.

She seemed so out of place, both for the fact that she was much older than the guys she was with, but her entire outfit gave the idea that she wasn’t there to dance the night away.

She had this dark and off vibe that clearly shouldn’t have belonged to a middle-aged and smiling woman, but she blamed her paranoid brain for that sensation (she had even felt like a tree was threatening her with its shadow).

She smiled shyly at the woman, who instead was extremely open and straight up assumed the lead of the situation, grabbing gently her arm.

-I am so sorry to bother you, but my dog has run away and won’t come back to my car… so I was thinking that you might help me with guiding him back to it…- although it seemed ridiculous the lady smelled of dog, and she looked over her car, which was right in front of the crowded club she had been stopped at.

It didn’t seem a dangerous situation, in the slightest, mostly because she tried to release any tension in her body, thinking she was just being too paranoid.

Nothing would happen… and even if it would… she had her phone, she was in crowded and illuminated place and her attacker was an old lady, which she could easily overpower if she turned out to be a drug-dealer.

-… oh ok, but…- she looked at her phone to check the hour, realizing she could spare only five minutes for the “dog mission”, since she wanted to arrive at the train station a bit early in order not to miss the last train of the night -… I am a bit … late to a thing-.

-It will take you just a minute! – the old lady smiled, pleading her with her blue eyes -… and I will be eternally grateful to you for saving my little Dahlia-.

She just took a deep breath and followed the woman which swiftly walked over to the next side of the road, meanwhile she kept on checking her phone and she was immensely relieved to see the dog, a small white poodle, who looked more scared than her, and which immediately the woman tried to calm down.

The woman moved on his other side, meanwhile signaling to her to keep her position, trying to distract the dog from her, and when the dog started slowly barking towards its owner, happily and with too much energy, she snatched him up, almost dying under its weigh.

The poodle might have seemed small, but it actually weighted much more than she had imagined.

But thankfully the woman, its owner, was in front of her, holding out her hands in order to make her leave there the puppy which, although moved a bit, clearly uncomfortable, seemed unthreatening and didn’t try to escape again in her owner’s hands and neither to bite her.

She smiled at the old woman and made to turn around, but the woman just grabbed her arm, this time more roughly and immediately she felt the bad feeling in her gut return.

-Would you stay for a few minutes? Just to make sure that Dahlia won’t run away- she mumbled, meanwhile smiling gently at her, easing the bad feeling in her stomach, which got her to nod, since she was already in time to arrive early at the station, and moved on the other side of the car, the dark one, near the bushes, to open the door and let the woman put the dog in its cage.

The music was a bit too high and the choruses of drunk people didn’t help: she herself found at unease and a bit hazed by the entire atmosphere so she didn’t see the hand that came to her face with a tissues smelling weirdly.

It suffocated her immediately and she wasn’t able to do anything else but try to fight weakly, but quickly darkness took over, all of her senses shutting off and she fell in her worst nightmare.

As she woke up, she soon realized two things: she was blindfolded and naked.

Perfect: now old ladies were kidnapping people for sexual trafficking.

Was she on a “Law & Order SVU” episode?

But most importantly… was she seriously humoring this entire situation?

She had just been kidnapped and worst of all she would probably be used for sexual stuff she had seen on TV, and she was restrained to something which looked like a bed, without the mattress on it, since the coldness of metal bit in her skin.

She started hysterically crying, alternating it with laughs, at the absurdity of the situation and damning herself for not having trusted her guts.

If she ever came out of this, she would absolutely only trust her damned gut.

After the hysterics downed, she started trying to test the restrain, trying to do the movie thing of thrusting up her hands, but she immediately realized that they weren’t chained with rope, but with metal again, trying the same with her legs, which were more powerful but she was only able to thrust up a bit.

After this, she tried getting her hands out of the handcuffs but she was only able to scratch her skin.

This got her to stop anything and go back to her crying, immediately falling down the rabbit hole of overthinking, completely losing her mind, and tears spilling over her cheeks, her make-up ruined, meanwhile she tried to at least to avoiding sharing her shameful naked state, clinging her legs closer, and trying to crunch herself on her side, to ease her breathing.

She was just a few step away from a panic attack.

And then it all got worse, because she heard voices outside the room she was in.

She immediately got quiet, pushing up her ears in order to listen what was going on, thinking it might help her.

“My lord, the girl is waiting for you” perfect she was in a high-end brothel…

“Madeline, I already told you…” the tone seemed annoyed and tired and she almost cheered at the thought that he wouldn’t maybe… do what he was supposed to be doing with her…

“I know!” the tone of the woman was clearly saying that she knew they already had this conversation, but she wasn’t done “… but you will grow more and more weak if you don’t feed”.

Wait! Feed?!

Where the heck had she ended up being at…?

Was this a cannibal family?

She honestly preferred the high-end brothel option…

“I… am scared…” he mumbled shyly, almost childlike “… I have never done this before, with an alive being and not a blood bag”.

This was getting even more creepy.

She tried to close her eyes and repeat continuously “I am going to wake up… I am going to wake up… I am going to wake up…” but she didn’t open her eyes in her bed, and the feelings of the metal burning in her legs and hands hurt her, meanwhile the roughness of the blindfold pinched her and irritated the skin of her lids.

She couldn’t see much with the blindfold but the room in which she was in was immersed of red light, which brought her back to the hypothesis about it being all an high-end brothel… for clients with peculiar taste.

“She is restrained, my sweet boy, she won’t hurt you” the woman seemed to have moved closer to the boy, who instead just yelped softly “… just go and satiate your need, my lord”.

And with this being said she heard the swishing of the door and the soft steps of the old lady, Madeline and the stumbling of the boy, who quickly came in front of her, since his breath seemed closer.

She heard him take a deep breath, after having sniffed for a bit the air in the room (she was sur it was pretty stinky because she had sweated off all her anxiety and body liquids).

“I can see that she is to your liking” mumbled the woman, proudly and she just felt even more ashamed by the entire thing; she was almost angry for being treated like an object, being judged in her most vulnerable form by two strangers “… I thought you would have loved such a virginal look”.

Hadn’t she thought it was better to be unresponsive and hadn’t she been restrained she would have gladly fought against the two of them, for that treatment.

“Madeline, leave us” his voice from bothered and childlike had grown much darker and deeper and she couldn’t help a thrill from disappearing under her skin.

The worst thing was that she didn’t know if it was because of fear or arousal, which had started growing between her legs.

Perfect timing.

She heard the door closing and almost wanted to scream for the lady to come back, knowing perfectly that nothing good would be coming.

He moved closer to her on whichever surface she was propped on.

She immediately shrank away from him, pulling on the restraints, to push herself away to avoid any contact with him and he sensed it, an hand swiftly pushing herself on her face, caressing it gently to calm her down, but she just started sobbing, feeling like it might just make the things seem just worse.

-…. I am not going to hurt you, little thing- he mumbled, his hands moving gracefully, his other one joining his twin on the other side of her face, cupping gently her cheeks, as if he was trying to take a good look at her face -… you are so beautiful-.

She tried to take deep breaths, but the constriction of the restraints made her feel too caged to breath properly, meanwhile a panic attack was shaking her body, colors exploding under her eyes and she scrunched them closer, trying to avoid taking a glance to her assaulter.

-… but the fact that you are scared is making your delightful smell appear much more bitter, and I have a sweet tooth-.

How could he joke on something so dangerous?

This got rage coming oozing from her.

She fought, twist her hands and crunching her legs closer so that she might hit him with them, but nothing seemed to work, his hold became powerful, squishing her cheeks and he maneuvered himself so that he could stay on her and stop all her possibility of movement.

-… and now rage… it has a salty smell- he mumbled, meanwhile he tried to restrain her more softly, noticing (or maybe smelling?) her discomfort -… we need you to relax, little bird-.

-Don’t call me pet names- she gritted between her teeth, spitting out, thankful they hadn’t shut her mouth, although she feared he might after her little stunt.

-I don’t think that you are on the position to make demands- he intimidated her, his body suddenly being pushed on her naked one, the soft fabric he wore gently tickling her body and again… arousal shot through her veins -… much better, little fledging, I like the thought of my preys being in the throes of pleasure, meanwhile I feed from them-.

-Whatever you have in mind dirty bastard, I will make your life a living hell, when I get out of here- she pushed again, the chain not relenting, but he gently very gently moved some of her hair away from her face, a gesture which took her breath away.

-I am not the bad guy here, pretty girl- his tone had lowered an octave -… I don’t intend to make you feel bad in the slightest, I want you to actually enjoy this-.

-Untie me and let me kick your balls- she ordered her voice becoming much more high-pitched, hearing a laugh rumble on his chest which was pressing against hers -… that would make me feel much better-.

-That seems pleasurable only for you, my dear- he was now completely laying on her, his body pressing softly into her, with much more insistence than she was used, but her body didn’t seem to mind it, her entire features relaxing under him -… and I am actually working on our conjoined pleasures-.

-I am restrained, taken here against my will and scared as fucked- she replied, her hands making compulsive moves to accentuate her situation -… I don’t know how I can enjoy any of this-.

-Some people enjoy restraints- he said with a tone which said that he clearly did, and a smirk she could hear hinted in his words -… and I assure that no harm will come to your way, and to prove this I will unlace your blindfold, so you might calm down a bit-.

-What about my handcuffs? – she tried, smirking slightly or trying to, unsure of what getting her blindfold off might mean; he could try to kill her now that she knew his face, but also it brought some relief to her panicked state, although she wasn’t sure that she wanted to see whatever her assaulter looked like -… you are not going to kill me if I see your face?-.

-I stated that no harm will come your way and I will swear on anything unholy I know in my heart- except the “unholy part” of the discourse, everything seemed honest and sacred, enough that she let herself trust him, since her body was already on its way to succumb to him.

He unlaced the knot behind her blindfold, which she soon realized was just a rough piece of fabric, but she still kept her eyes closed, breathing slowly, trying to regain her composure and finally face him.

Her eyes slowly opened, adapting themselves to the soft red light in the room, which filled the room, sculpting even more his elegant traits.

Because what she had in front of herself was a god.

Perfectly soft blond hair, which gained a strawberry dye in them thank to the red light, meanwhile his face was elegantly sculpted, with traits soft and sharp, highlighting its perfect skin, smooth enough for her to want to touch him, her hands pushing against the chains, and he smirked at her impatience, his plump mouth immediately coming to her focus.

-You have the prettiest eyes- he breathed out, and a gentle kiss was pushed between them and she mumbled dizzy, on the affection he was showing her, cradling her gently:

-… you are so handsome- had she been drugged?

Her voice had come out in a rough gasp, arousal in it.

His eyes, two pool of azure eyes, famished and hurt, looking at her as if she was his only source of hope, the intensity in them made her blush and coat her thighs even more with her arousal.

He lowered himself and gently he kissed her.

Apparently his assaulter had a sweetness to himself she didn’t believe in, grabbing her face, being so careful that she might break and his lips gently caressed hers, just a little pressure, leaving here asking for more and as soon as he pushed himself away, she pouted up her lips to ask for more, hearing a giggle being pushed on them.

-… see… you are enjoying it- he laughed, before grabbing her legs gently, caressing them from her calves to her thighs, just a breath away from the true center -… and it will be only better from now on-.

-I’d still prefer to be free, and not restrained- because she couldn’t seriously deny what her body was asking for, and somehow his promise seemed genuine and true.

-As much as I believe that you would be on your best behavior if I release you from the hold of the chains…- his tone was joking and everything in him was teasing her, coming closer to her neck -… I don’t believe that would be a good idea for me-.

He dosed kisses on her neck, giving her collarbones special attention, nibbling on them, meanwhile she moaned softly, her nails biting in his skin, meanwhile he slowly became more unhinged, bites being laid out and his clothed manhood pressing against her center, which had slowly started to leak on him.

-… but I feel uncomfortable- she complained, but the last part was quickly turned into a moan, when he started sucking on her neck, before his light stubble brushed over it and thrills started shrinking on her spine.

-I will make you feel much better soon, angel of mine- he promised, a kiss being laid on her forehead, before gently his nose started moving down her body, his lips marking each space he liked (which was anywhere) before he just stopped over her little Venus mound, staring at it with an intensity that made her close her eyes and whimper, unsure of herself.

Till she saw his amazed face, like a kid put in front of candies.

His tongue darted out between his lips, flicking teasingly between her folds, just searching a tiny taste of her, which brought immediate ecstasy to him, scrunching his eyes closer and smiling gently, as if he hadn’t expected less from her: sweet outside and inside.

And she gripped the chains to get some balance, unprepared for what his tongue promised and kept doing as soon as he got the hint that she enjoyed it.

He pushed himself closer to her, his tongue gently mapping her out, avoiding carefully her pearl of pleasure, and just exploring her folds, collecting the wetness on it, before laying gentle wet kisses on her thighs, letting her enjoy a moment of peace.

-… feeling better? – he looked slowly better at her, between long lashes, and she couldn’t help but feel a mess, tears and red cheeks on her face, not to talk about the state of her hair, which had brushed ungracefully against the surface, but he just looked at her as if he was seeing a masterpiece -… because you just made me even more hungry for you-.

And to point it out, he sucked a hickey on the frail skin of her inner thigh, his teeth pushing and pulling on her skin.

He then breathed on her pearl, delightfully engrossed, pushing through her folds and revealing itself softly to her assaulter, who then latched himself on it.

He started sucking and gently his hand reached out for her right nipple, twirling it between his fingers, pulling it and pulling out a moan, from her.

Then his tongue moved between the folds , again, patterns being delicately described on them, before he just started licking as if he was following his own pleasure and not hers, feeding himself on her excitement and ambrosia, and she pushed and pulled on the chains, just to get her hands in his soft hair to pull them and push him away, her sensitivity increasing with each step that brought her closer to her orgasm.

And it was in this situation of extreme pleasure that she was brought back by a sudden bite down her left inner thighs, almost as painful as the prick of a blood test, but a finger pushing on her clit brought her back in an ecstasy state again, although she wasn’t in the hazy atmosphere of the pre-orgasmic pleasure.

She tried to push herself up to understand what was going on, but the hand on her nipple, pushed her back, keeping her anchored down, but she soon heard other than the prick, sucking on her thigh, different from the one that had left the hickey, as if he was sucking something out of her.

She lost all her breath as soon as this sensation moved from pain to pleasure, with the lazy stroking of her clit and the kneading of her breasts, and she closed her eyes, to focus on the sensation, trying to understand what was going on between her thighs, mostly because the sucking was becoming more violent and she was slowly slowly feeling tired, although soft adrenaline run through her veins.

She was sure that five minutes had passed when he broke away, a kiss delivered on the sore pace on her thighs, a gasp and whine of pain leaving her mouth, meanwhile he gently breathed on the bruise, bringing some relief, before moving closer to her, and when she came face to face with him she saw that his teeth and lips were smeared with blood.

The sight terrified her, but also a part of her wanted to lick off the blood on his lips.

He had a crazy light on his face and he looked at her with the biggest smile she had ever seen, and although she knew it was crazy, she smiled back, meeting him halfway for a kiss, blood being smeared on her face and the tang of iron immediately stuck out in her mouth, meanwhile it all smeared on her lips as a messy lip-gloss and from the face she got…

… it turned him on.

-Look at you being all messy, angel of mine- and he licked her blood off her lips, much to his gluttony than to clean her.

She honestly wanted to think this was all fucked up, but… also… she just felt too excited for any thoughts that didn’t involve him and pleasure.

He had also proven himself unable to cause her true pain (the bite to her thigh only proved to be a precious aphrodisiac) so she somehow trusted him, fascinated by the damnation of his beauty and now that they were closer she saw that his eyes held a blunt hurt.

Tiredness satiated by her and adrenaline swiftly came over him and she soon found her legs around his waist, meanwhile he disrobed himself of his slacks.

She gently spread even more her legs, making sure to make him accommodate much better between them meanwhile she helped him out of his silk shirt, pushing it over his head, a joking smile being passed over his lips, immediately matched by hers.

When he was equally as disrobed as her he gently teased her folds with his manhood, spreading slickness around it, before pushing inside her unkindly, but it didn’t hurt for more than a few minutes, when he started moving savagely in her, a rhythm she had never had in her and a length which hit points she never knew she had.

He pushed an arm on the side of her face and the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head up to meet in a kiss, meanwhile she tried to grasp better her legs around him to secure herself better on him, in order not to lose her grip so easily as she was doing, bucking up at its pushes.

Her hips trying to follow his patterns, in order for him to brush against that special spot which made her gasp in true pleasure.

And he found it… again and again…

Which got her screaming of true pleasure, meanwhile he growled in her ears, before pushing his mouth on her neck, again something sharp on her neck and she slowly turned her head to it, finally understand what the pain was about…

… fangs were piercing her neck.

And the pain and the true madness didn’t hit her till that moment.

She came with a loud scream, fear pushing her over, but it didn’t end up there, he kept pushing in her, meanwhile he pulled out blood from her till she felt too dizzy to do anything and soon… blackness welcomed her, but only after her third orgasm of the night.

When she woke up, she was clothed in what looked like a silk slip and although she was still restrained, she wasn’t chained to a platform, instead her hands were “just” tied back, meanwhile her legs were gently linked together with a silk ribbon.

She was able to wriggle in order to get her back against the wooden headboard, meanwhile her eyes gently adapted themselves to the soft dark, much healthier than the red light in which she had been immersed for her nightmarish (although she could also swore that it had all been a very interesting and confusing wet dream) night with a vampire.

She immediately recognized a room which wasn’t hers, but it had such a good taste that she couldn’t help but take a second look to stare at everything, from the elegant shelves full of books to the curtains of a dark royal blue, velvet and heavy enough to avoid sun filtering there.

Was this another dream?

Or had it all been reality?

She was scared to discover more.

… but it wasn’t her decision to make.

A little cough alerted her that she wasn’t alone in the room and soon her eyes met her assaulter’s, the vampire’s eyes, which got her immediately shivering in her place, moving away even more in the bed, which only got a soft chuckle from him.

But now that adrenaline didn’t cloud his eyes, she could see that her rejection took a toll on him.

-I didn’t harm you before, and I won’t harm you now- he repeated, watching her as an annoying and never-learning child.

-Oh yeah… your bites were the softest thing my skin has ever experienced- she screeched back, feeling the place on her thigh, where he had bitten her, immediately become sore and aching, a bruise blooming on it, meanwhile his neck was extremely stiff.

And through it all, she felt tired.

But she was keeping on utter anger.

-… I didn’t think you minded the pain, little angel, when you were coming around me, with those delicious mewls- he retorted back and she was the closest to punch him, but also his face looked so sad and destroyed, definitely tired that she…

… she somehow wanted to hug him, bring him closer…

… maybe closer between her thighs and push him…

-I really hope that you didn’t continue fucking me like an animal, after I passed out- she just mumbled, getting a little smirk from him who immediately raise from his place on the armchair to come closer and although she shrank out of fear, something in her told to lean closer, follow him -… and I hope it wasn’t some stranger who put me into this thing-.

The tiny slip of silk looked, now that she had just taken a good look at it, pretty expensive and not of her time, clearly a bit old style but she enjoyed the way it flowed around her, and she knew he felt the same about it, by the way he looked at her.

But it seemed there was much more: it was… as if she could sense it…

-I personally cleaned you, after you passed out; I took too much… I am sorry- he seemed sincere, and as soon as he was close to her, he gently pushed a kiss on the side of her legs, electricity being pushed in her entire body -… but… you taste so good-.

She couldn’t help but piece up all those pieces together to one single conclusion, the one she knew, but scared her:

-You are a vampire…- although she said it, she didn’t sound even in the slightest confident in her solution, knowing how crazy it sounded.

-… do you want me to start sparkling? – he smirked, confirming her words, meanwhile she just glared at him, seriously trying to free herself from the rope’s hold.

-Please don’t joke on this! – she choked on her own words -… this is all so scary! And new! -.

-Would you prefer an explanation? – although he was teasing her, there was some truth behind his affirmation, and she could see in his eyes the wanting and willingness to share his burden with someone else.

-That would be nice- she pressed her lips together to assume an even more serious tone -… I have been nothing but manhandled this entire night, so some explanations are much needed-.

-Well I am indeed a vampire, I have to confirm your hypothesis- he assured her as if it might bring her some comfort -… we are real, but we don’t hurt people… usually…-.

-Oh yeah, tell that to my thighs-.

As if to apologize he gently caressed her bruise, but she could see he was somehow proud of having left a mark on her.

“What an egotistical bastard” she found herself thinking, with a light smile.

-… we don’t feed straight up form humans, usually… blood bags are preferable, but the person who brought me my blood bags is actually dead… so… I don’t have that option anymore- he looked truly sad at that mention, but tried not to let it show too much on his face -… usually vampires have mates; mates can be romantical partners, but usually it’s just a blood thing; any other vampire’s blood might kill another vampire, unless they are your mates, bringing nourishment-.

He could see that she had been shocked by it, no matter the fact that she tried to hide it.

-I know that it might not be… believable… but… I felt that I owed you an explanation-.

It could all be a crazy idea of a crazy man, but she somehow trusted him, even after he had taken her blood without her permission.

-It is crazy, but somehow… believable- she honestly would have accepted anything those angelic lips might have delivered -… so will I be kept there as your blood bag? -.

She was a bit scared about the prospect, but her assaulter seemed interesting and if she would be getting a mind-blowing orgasm, each time.

-… no, tomorrow you will go back home, with no memory of it- he replied, again his face becoming sadder, as if during that night he had grown fond of her.

-And what will you do? – she asked, not really out of curiosity, but a strange jealousy brewing in her chest -… kidnap another girl? -.

-Are you jealous, little angel? – he immediately caught up her annoyance, and she rolled her eyes, to hide her embarrassment -… because I don’t think that I would want another other than you after tonight-.

-Then… how? – she honestly didn’t see many options and didn’t understand why he couldn’t be a bit selfish and just use her.

Had she honestly thought that?

-Blood bags- he mumbled out, and she understood that clearly they didn’t satisfy him enough -… this was mostly to show the new people I am with that I was able to use my fangs still, they see the usage of blood bags as… -.

-… you being weak? – she honestly couldn’t believe that he could be mistaken for weak or anything else in that department with his slim but strong arms and thick thighs.

-Kind of… and don’t tell anybody…- he leaned down to whisper with conspiration in her ear -… but I am supposed to be the boss here-.

-You certainly know how make a girl feel special- her nose slightly brushed against his.

-… I thought the first orgasm was enough for that- he made her blush and she honestly couldn’t help but feel like she might have enjoyed this entire atmosphere, had she not thought about the fact that he was a vampire…

And he immediately pushed himself on the bed, again between her thigh, a place he liked enough, and she couldn’t help but feel like he might just belong there.

-… I can give you some more convincing, favorite angel of mine- he mumbled meanwhile he raised her slip -… just one last kiss and then I will tell you goodbye-.

She woke up the following day in a hospital bed: no memory of the previous night, if not a few sparks of that bloody night being shot under her pupils, soft bites on her skin and soft words, including the imaginary whisper of “angel”.

So, when she woke up, nothing made her feel nervous or anything, unlike her friends, sitting on those uncomfortable hospital chair next to her bed, immediately getting up with her and immediately they breathed for the first time, during that long night.

They later explained to her that last night she had gone missing; they had felt bad for letting her go alone and expected to find her at the station, but not only she wasn’t there but she wasn’t also picking up her phone, and this had gotten them worried enough to immediately search for her in each place of the small center, before moving to the nearest police station.

They had found her later in the morning, passed out, her arms and legs a bit scratched by what looked like rope or chains, burning soft marks in her skin, but nothing broken.

She just wasn’t waking up.

“We were so damnably worried, (Y/N)!” had almost screamed Layla, meanwhile she had cried.

“,,,where have you been for the entire time?! What happened?!” Kathryn, her other friend, backed her up, but she was unable to answer in any way, knowing only that she hadn’t been hurt, something was instilled in her brain about her having been safe the entire night.

Her friends had insisted that she did a rape test, mostly because of the bruise on her thigh, which couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, but she had wanted to avoid the entire thing, since it seemed like she had nottrauma and she felt a little voice in her mind telling her not to look into it too much.

So, she tried to forget, although in dreams she sometimes heard loud gasping and something piercing her skin meanwhile she was roughly hoed down, something pushing in and out of her, bringing pleasure, meanwhile she breached the highest of ecstasy, waking up with arousal between her thighs.

She honestly felt curious about all those ideas, but every time she tried to look into those memories she started panicking hard, her brain stopped working and she just started feeling bad, enough that she stopped working on it, focusing on moving on with her life.

But she just couldn’t help but feel like something was lurking in the shadows, waiting just for her, preying on her.

And she wasn’t wrong…

Michael Langdon had said he would have let her go, but he hadn’t mean it.

He had never meant it, since he had first tasted her blood.

But he hadn’t been able to keep her when she had so many links in the human world; she wouldn’t forgive him, no matter her begging of staying with her, after he had told her he would make her forget about it all.

“If you knew about us, you might be a hazard to my community” he had explained, softly watching her bright eyes become dull with pain, meanwhile endless tears spilled from them.

He knew that exhaustion and the blood bound between them brought those emotions out of her, intensifying anything she felt and making her feel more and more attached to him, which made him seem a true bastard, since he had taken advantage of that drunken stupor.

He had longed for her, the moment after Madeline had taken her back where she had found her, after he had gently cleaned up each inch of her skin, to make sure nothing of his would be staying on her skin, although the police would without a doubt not find his fingerprints.

And he still longed for her, but there was no use into crying on spilled milk and slowly he had started elaborating a plan on how to get her back.

Because, although for the moment she belonged to the human world, she wouldn’t be there for much more time, had the revelations he had found about her been true.

He had felt in her blood something different from human blood, swiftly realizing that she was a bit like him, and that was why her blood sang to him: she was his mate.

She was a half-blood, she had a clear vampire genealogy in her blood, and swiftly he had made sure to discover more about it, till he was sure that that vampire blood in her veins might be enough to make her turn, had she wanted it.

And he was waiting for just the right time to claim his rightful mate, slowly spying on her and checking that no harm came to here, spying her meanwhile she turned in her bed, her fingers between her legs, trying to satiate the arousal between them.

But he knew already that she never would…his own hand didn’t help him in the slightest.

He had just to have faith in the plan.

After he had lost Mrs Mead he had thought that he would be forever alone…

… but destiny had brought them together, destiny had given him a mate.

And now he was preying on her.

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The Devil You Know (Yandere Katsuki BakugouxReader)

Request: How about Aizawa, discovers a young adult Bakugo is a Yandere and kidnapped a missing student from U.A. class 1-C when he was teenager. It’s a huge confrontation with police, Aizawa, and other pro heroes break down the door to arrest Bakugo. The reader has been waiting for this moment for so long but Bakugo in handcuffs with this defeated yet heartbroken look, is too much. So the reader rushes to Bakugo’s side, clinging onto him, begging not to take him away because she loves him.

So I may have changed things a bit, but here’s to a…happy ending?

The day had started off like any other: you woke up with Bakugou’s arms around you, ate breakfast with him, and kissed him goodbye as he locked you in the bedroom before he left for work. It was a simple routine, one that you had long since grown used to, and one that you despised. You despised how you were forced to do the same thing each day, despised how most of your day was spent locked in one room, but most of all you despised how normal it all had become to you. Bakugou had kidnapped you when you were both still students at UA, though you were in the general studies course. You had known the explosive young hero of course, or at least had known of him, but when you had woken up in the apartment he had secretly obtained, his was not the face you had expected to see.

Several years had passed since then, and now Bakugou was finally moving up the pro hero ranks. He had bought a house about two years ago, one that he was careful to make sure was secure and isolated, bringing you there while you were unconscious from sleeping pills he had given you. Every day in that house was the same, to the point that you actually looked forward to the weekend. Sure, those days meant that you had to spend even more time with Bakugou, but you would take that over being trapped alone in the bedroom any day. Despite everything he had done to you, Bakugou’s company was better than no company at all. At least when he was with you, you were allowed to do things you wouldn’t be otherwise. On the weekends Bakugou would let you use the computer (with strict supervision, of course) and even go on walks with you. They were small luxuries to be sure, but still ones that you were grateful for.

As the day continued to go by, you tried your best to entertain yourself while your captor was gone. You opened up a book, popped in a movie, even tried to write but soon after you began each activity, you grew bored and restless, choosing to move on to something else. At first you weren’t sure what the problem was, but once you had given up on trying to distract yourself and instead laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, you recognized what you were feeling. Dear god, you were lonely. You missed Bakugou. This wasn’t simply a desire to be diverted away from your situation, or even the need to be with another human being, it was longing for him specifically. That realization sent you shooting up from your place on the bed, running your fingers through your hair and pacing in distress.

It couldn’t be true, could it? You had lasted so long, tried so hard to keep Bakugou from getting to you, constantly reminding yourself of what he had done whenever he did something nice. Yet when you thought of him, of him coming home and being with you, you couldn’t help the warmth that swelled in your heart. Hands shaking and tears pooling in your eyes, you thought back on the last few months. You hadn’t realized before, but now you could see that you had been acting different recently. Not only had you been fighting far less, but you rarely even snapped at Bakugou anymore. As your animosity towards Bakugou had faded, you had begun to settle into a kind of peace with him, which only served to further decrease your resentment and increase the sense of comfort you now found in him.

With this new revelation, you were unsure of how to react. Should you give into your newfound feelings? No, even with this development, the thought of submitting fully to the man who had kidnapped you still sat ill with you. But on the other hand, if you began fighting again or attempted to escape, you knew that it wouldn’t go well for you. After running through your options, you eventually determined that all you could really do for the moment was wait: wait to see if these emotions disappeared, wait to see if they continued to grow, wait to see if a chance to escape would present itself. Your conclusion was in no way satisfying, but you failed to see another viable option. Soon enough you were back to trying to distract yourself, making more progress on your book now that you had organized your thoughts a little bit. Sure, your stomach continued to churn somewhat, but you forced yourself to ignore it.

Time seemed to drag on as you waited for Bakugou to come home, and as the sky grew dark, you grew more anxious. Pausing the movie you were watching for a moment, you strained your ears carefully. You couldn’t be sure, but you had thought that you heard the sound of creaking floorboards coming from the hallway. A minute passed, and you were just about to dismiss the noise when you heard it again. Maybe Bakugou had come home early to surprise you? But no, you knew what Bakugou sounded like, even on the rare occasions when he was trying to be quiet, and this wasn’t it. Slowly, you reached over to the nightstand, took the shade off of the lamp, and unscrewed the light bulb. Pulling the plug from its outlet, you slipped off the bed and hoisted the lamp over your shoulder, holding it like a baseball bat. From the other side of the door, you could hear someone fiddle with the lock. As the lock clicked and the door slid open, you prepared yourself for the worst.

What you did not prepare yourself for, however, was for the face you saw on the other side of the door to be a familiar one, especially one that didn’t belong to Bakugou. Instead, Shouta Aizawa stood before you, a touch more gray in the hair and just a little bit wrinkled in the face, but it was him, with the signature bags under his eyes and trademark capture weapon around his neck. Dropping the lamp in shock, you stared at him with disbelieving eyes. But the strangest part wasn’t that Aizawa was here, but that you saw your doubt reflected in his own eyes.

“Oh God,” he whispered, whether to you or to himself you weren’t sure, “I didn’t want to believe it. I knew and I still I hoped it wasn’t true.”

“What—what’s going on?” At the sound of your voice, Aizawa stepped into the room, reaching over and laying a gentle hand on your arm, either ignoring or not noticing how you flinched at his touch.

“I’m so sorry. I know I can never make it right, but I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“I’m sorry for not seeing what Bakugou had become, I’m sorry for not putting the pieces together, I’m sorry for not finding you sooner. You may not have been in my class, but you were still one of my students, and I failed you.”

“I—” you began, not knowing what to say. An incomprehensible knot of emotions rose past your chest and into your throat, settling there and blocking the air you were trying so desperately to secure. Aizawa seemed to sense your distress and began to rub reassuring circles into your arm with his thumb. Despite the soothing quality of the gesture though, you winced at the sensation, the contact feeling somehow wrong.

“It’s alright,” he said. “We’re going to get you out of here.”

“We?”

“The police and I, they’re just a few minutes away. They sent me ahead so you won’t get hurt while they arrest Bakugou.”

“They—they’re going to arrest him?” You weren’t sure why you were so surprised, not even pro heroes were above the law, after all. But the thought of Bakugou, restrained by either quirk-nullifying handcuffs or Aizawa’s scarf, being led into a police vehicle, just didn’t seem right.

“Yes,” Aizawa replied solemnly. “He’s going to be taken away where he can’t get to you anymore.” Mind and heart still trying to accept the situation, you hardly even noticed as Aizawa grasped your hand and led you out of the room. Guiding you past the rooms that you had grown so familiar with, the place that—like it or not—had become your home, Aizawa failed to see the way your brow was furrowing or the way you were chewing the inside of your cheek. Instead, he simply led you over to the backdoor, which stood open and waiting. Just as you were about to cross the threshold though, you heard the front door being unlocked.

Freezing in place, familiar footsteps reached your ears, loud and unapologetic as always. Soon though, you heard them falter, their owner no doubt sensing that something was wrong. The footsteps suddenly grew louder and more frantic, rushing through the halls until they entered the area where both you and Aizawa still stood. Bakugou had to take a moment to process the sight that was displayed before him, his heart refusing to believe that things could have gotten so completely fucked. Seeing Aizawa in his home, the sanctuary Bakugou had built for the two of you, was bad enough, but what really pierced his heart was the fact that you were holding his former teacher’s hand. That, more than anything else could ever be, was what cut him where he stood. After all this time, after how he had proven his love for you time and time again, you still were going to leave him? He love for you went deeper than you ever could know, it had etched itself into his bones, so when he saw this ultimate betrayal, all he could do was fall to his knees.

Without even the slightest hesitation, Aizawa launched his capture weapon at Bakugou, wrapping it so tightly around him that Bakugou couldn’t have fought back even if Aizawa hadn’t erased his quirk. All he could do as Aizawa approached his incapacitated body was stare at you. His eyes bore into you relentlessly, unable to look away, and you found yourself responding in kind. In spite of all the hope you had carried with throughout the years for something just like this to happen, cracks began to form along your bones, behind your eyes, and deep within the core of your heart. For now that you finally thought on it, what was left for you out there? What was freedom compared to someone who loved you so completely? The mere thought of life without Bakugou sent a wave of panic crashing over you; you were unable to comprehend such an existence. Bakugou had spent so long trying to show you that he was all that you needed, and now it seemed that his lesson had finally sunk in. So as Aizawa let go of your hand and continued to walk towards the man you had once sworn to hate forever, you slid over to the table where a tall glass vase stood. Not even stopping to think, you crashed it over the head of your would-be rescuer, immediately sending him falling down in to unconsciousness. The scarf slackening around Bakugou, he stood back up and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” you stammered. But to your surprise, Bakugou just smiled at you.

“It’s okay,” he responded, his voice rough with relief and some still-remaining fear. “You were just confused, weren’t you? Aizawa tried to mess with your head, but it didn’t work. You did the right thing, and I am so fucking proud of you.” Even through the haze of disquiet that still surrounded you, Bakugou’s words were able to reach you, helping you grow calm as a twisted sort of pride climbed through you. “Now c’mon, we need to get out of here.”

Letting Bakugou take your hand, you followed as he led you out the backdoor.

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Maybe sos sonic with a detective s/o that interrogated him at some point, but he keeps getting arrested just so he can talk to them

“Wait. Is that true? Has he really been arrested three times in the past two months?”

“Yeah. That’s crazy right? We barely even catch the guys let alone three times.”

“Wow. Either he wants to be caught or we’re getting better at our jobs.”

Those were the voices of the various policemen you passed on your way to the interrogation room. Yes, what they were saying was true, they have arrested a wanted man multiple times in the past two months, you know because every time he comes they call you over to interrogate him.

As a hard working and dedicated detective, you had to take the offer whenever it came up, for fear that it could hinder your job offerings if you said no, there was barely any jobs as it is. It wasn’t as if you hated the job, in fact, you loved interrogation, however… this criminal made you loathe it.

“I’m sorry to call you in again, it’s not everyday we get a wanted criminal in the station,” the general chief who was accompanying you addressed. You shrugged it off, saying it wasn’t a problem, it wasn’t everyday you got a job interrogating. “I’m glad to hear, all of our other workers haven’t been able to crack him, you’ve gotten closer than anyone.” You beamed at his compliment, you didn’t want to toot your own horn but you were one of the best in the business.

After a few little exchanges, you were both in front of the interrogation room. You breathed in slightly, ready to get to work. “I’ll let you take it from here.” The general chief stepped back to say, “the cuffs are restraining him, but if he tries anything—

“I know, you’ll be on the other side of the observation mirror. I’ll be fine,” you reassured him as you stepped inside.

The man in question was sitting down, right across from you, tied to the uncomfortable chair. He smiled delightedly as you entered the interrogation room. He was in his usual attire, his black bodysuit fit tightly on his form, his hair was done up in its usual style, though you noticed it was a little more dishevelled than usual. You ignored his smile and took your seat.

This was your favourite part, the psychological battle has already begun and neither of you have uttered a single word. You both stared at each other, trying to read the other’s mind, if only you could.

He was the one to break the silence first, “we really need to stop meeting like this, my dear detective.”

You fought the urge to scoff. You really didn’t like the way he called you ‘detective,’ it felt so condescending, like you were nothing to him. You would prove him wrong and punch him in the face right then and there… but that would be against your code, and besides, the police have already roughed him up enough, you could still see hints of bruises scattered on his skin, as much as you detested him, you didn’t want to pour salt on his wounds.

“We wouldn’t have to if you stopped your criminal activities,” you snapped back. “Tell me, how many innocents have you killed?”

“I was only on a job,” he protested, avoiding the question. “You know that.” He was right, you knew that. On your first session with him, he claimed that he was a hired hitman, and that if you wanted to interrogate anyone, it should be the one he worked for.

“Don’t avoid the question. I’m here to interrogate you, not your employer,” you said this last time. You saw him lean back in his chair and sigh, so he would be difficult it seemed, so you had no other choice but to be the level-headed one.

“I’ll just skip to my point, no use boring you with useless details, we’ve been through this song and dance many times…” you sighed, trying to make him comfortable enough to confess. Well, as comfortable as he could get restrained in that chair.

“…Too many times,” you continued. “We’ve never had this much activity, especially not from the same person. You’re a smart man, Sonic,” you finally addressed him by his name… Or the name he went by at least. “You’re fast, cunning, able to cut a person’s head off with a single flick—“

“I thought you were skipping to your point, it seems like you’re just here to flatter me,” he interrupted, his voiced laced with arrogance. This elicited an annoyed grunt from you, which he recuperated with an arrogant scoff. You breathed in and moved on, you would not let him get the best of you. He did this last time as well, we wanted to draw out this interrogation as long as possible, you haven’t been able to figure out why, but you suspected it was so you would get distracted and forget your questions, but you refused to let that happen, your reputation could be on the line if you messed this up.

“What I’m trying to say is: you’re not the person who gets caught by mere police, multiple times no less. Tell me…” You leaned in, “what are you really here for?”

He only smiles at you, “you’re smarter than you let on, maybe you do deserve this position, detective.”

“Just answer the question.”

He leaned back more in his chair, if that was even possible at this point, bored with your straightforwardness. “I don’t think you’re ready to hear that…” you were really starting to regret taking this job, he was being more annoying than usual, it was giving you a headache. “Sonic, its my goddamn job to hear everything that comes out of suspect’s mouths, no matter how dark they may be. Now do you want to talk or will I have to send the officers back in to blacken those bruises of yours?”

You were expecting him to be angry, to lash out at you for even daring to threaten him. But he just sat there smiling, looking at you, almost staring into your soul, you didn’t like it.

It didn’t take long before he spoke, not taking his eyes off you. “I’ll admit they gave me the slip the first time. Cunning little bastards. It was humiliating seeing their smirks and hearing their remarks as I got took in. But the worst part about it was sitting here and watching so called ‘detectives’ and ‘interrogators’ come in and ask me the most tedious things. It was almost satisfying seeing them leave with dejected faces… But then they called you in.”

You perked up at last sentence, your curiosity suddenly in high gear. “You,” he said again, in a different and weird tone this time. When he stopped talking you grew concerned, suddenly it was difficult to keep eye contact with him and your body tensed, even the slightest bit. It felt like forever before he continued, “I enjoyed talking with you, you have a fire in your eyes I didn’t see in those other detectives, you really love this job don’t you?”

“This is not about me, I want to know why you’re here—”

“But it is about you,” he was quick to correct you, “when I was released I wanted nothing more than to be in this room with you again, so I let myself get caught, something I never thought I’d do. But the second time with you wasn’t enough, I needed more. I needed more of you.”

He was really freaking you out now; you felt a chill run up your back. leaning back in your seat, you tried to put more space between you. You were just about ready to signal the officers on the other side of the mirror you were so scared. You let out a gasp when he suddenly broke free of his handcuffs like they were nothing, in an instant he was in front of you, leaning over you with malicious intent.

“As much as I’d like to snatch you up right here, I won’t. I want to keep this game going a little longer. But we will meet again, my dear, I can assure you.” And just like that, he was gone. Almost instantly after, the officers quickly burst their way in, most of them running off to locate him while some stayed to make sure you were all right. They were telling you things, but you didn’t listen, all you could think about was Sonic’s last words to you.

#oh boy sonic is harder to write for than i thought #thought i might pump this out since the second season is here #fanfiction #short story #one punch man #speed o sound sonic #detective au #s/o #gender neutral s/o

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Scars Ch. 11 - Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Based on the Soulmate Prompt where whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your Soulmate’s.

A/N: I’m sorry. ): Jk not really tho. Suffer like I did while writing this lmao.

[Masterlist]

Summary: Everything was doomed to end like this from the very beginning.

Warnings: Angst. Cussing. Violence. Strangulation.

Words: 4759

Chapter 11: Separated

Over the following weeks, Bucky found himself to be more and more himself again.

His old self however could never come back 100%, but you assured him you’re fine with it. He’s been through so much and it was okay for him to have anxiety or feel let down sometimes. And still: With you, he felt like he’s finallly gaining ground under his feet again, after decades of falling.

Everything felt so normal, it made so perfectly much sense. Both of you couldn’t even remember how you dealt with life before you got united with your other half.

Today was one of those days where Bucky needed some space. To be alone with his thoughts for a while.

You didn’t mind. Just as you told him - you never did. And he believed you, so he could go without feeling bad about it.

This morning, Bucky went to do a little bit sport in the woods, where no one could see him. Just to be sure, he covered his face as best as he could with a little disguise you bought. So you were home alone at the time, until he’d come back.

“I should call Steve” he thought as he kicked some trees to let off some steam. “Haven’t heared of him in a while.”

The call was short, as always. Steve had a feeling that S.H.I.E.L.D or the UN were up to something. He was at least sure they knew about a traitor being among their ranks. And right now, no one would believe Captain America anyway. His reputation had suffered some damage after the latest incidents involving himself and the Winter Soldier, after all.

On his way home, several hours later, Bucky thought about what he could do for your birthday. It was nice to think about such simple things. And to him, the day of your birth was something great. He secretly thanked you for simply existing every single day he was allowed to spend with you.

Bucky absendmindedly picked up some pretty flowers from the lonely sidewalk in the middle of the woods, thinking you’d like them. After his little training session, he wished to finally hold you in his arms again.

That’s why you were so understanding. You knew he’d always come back to you. No matter what.

And you’d wait for him - even if it takes forever.

Little did he know that your peaceful days would soon find their abrupt ending.

The time he spend with you made him forget about the threat that was still outside in this world - coming from several directions.

When Bucky arrived at your house, he realized that the door stood wide open - seemingly kicked in. Entering the living room, he found many furniture pieces to be destroyed. His gear wasn’t there anymore as well, so he was left almost defenseless.

Bucky’s heart fell into his chest that very second, and without waisting much more time, he took the pistol you once inherited from your parents from it’s secret storage. Steely eyes darted around the house, clearing every room - yet he didn’t find anyone at first.

It was all silent. They were experts. No trace left from the outside of the house.

Who was it? HYDRA? S.H.I.E.L.D? When he opened the door to your bedroom, he knew the truth - it was the goverment. Professionals, send by the UN. Not impossible that those people were mercenaries, he thougtht after taking a second look.

Luckily, they didn’t have the order to shoot at sight. But their methods were questionable nonetheless.

He didn’t care about all the guns pointed at him - but the sight of their leader pointing a knife towards your throat made him gulp so hard he thought everyone could hear.

“Drop the weapon, or she’s dead meat” the man snarled, without the slightest hesitation in his voice. The cold metal hit your skin and made a single drop of blood run down your delicate skin. How could they dare to defile such a wonderful being...

So Steve was right. They did listen to the phonecall. Somehow they managed to backtrack it this time.

And they were quick to find out that Bucky wasn’t all that psychotic - he cared for someone. For you.

And that would prove to be his greatest weakness.

“Please, just run Bucky...” you muffled, the gloved hand of the man covering your mouth. Fear was written on your face. But it wasn’t fear for your own life - you just wanted to know him to be safe. “I know you can get away if you want.”

Seeing your tear-stained face plagued Bucky more than he could ever seem possible. It made his abdomen ache and his entire body shaking violently. Face pale and eyes standing out.

All of his previous, repressed fighting instincts kicked in once again. Senses sharpened, mind fogged by rage and sorrow.

The image of losing you to his past right in his head.

This war was far from over. Yet he still let his guard down. And this was his first mistake.

If looks could kill, they all would drop dead at his glare. He wanted you to never cry because of him again - but here you are, experiencing horrible things again. And it’s all his fault.

“Enough!” Bucky screamed in rage, with a voice so grim, not even the Winter Soldier sounded that evil. Seeing him like this made even your own blood run cold.

Right now, he was so furious that he wanted to tear anyone apart who’d dare to hurt you.

But instead, he put the gun down to the floor, kicking it out of his range, before kneeling down with his hands held high. He couldn’t risk them to do so much as to lie a finger on you.

“I surrender. Please, let her go.”

“As if we’d let a crazy woman who hid a wanted criminal run freely” the man shrugged, kicking your leg to make you hit the floor, too. They put handcuffs on both of you, and you sobbed so hard it was too hard to understand a single word they said. The soldiers pressed your face to the ground so harshly, it scraped the skin on your cheek it wide open.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky!” you sobbed, feeling as if you had failed him.

You were too careless. When you heared something, you thought it was simply Bucky coming back home. The thought of enemies coming didn’t even cross your mind. You should’ve warned him, so he’d never come back home in the first place.

No. It was his fault and his fault alone. He shouldn’t have made that unnecessary call. He should’ve stuck to the plan and wait for Steve to get a new cellphone. He should’ve just waited for his friend to contact him instead of doing things on his own.

Looking back, he should’ve done so many things differently than he did. Beginning with not starting a relationship with you in the first place.

He knew it would have to end like this. Bucky Barnes was a man doomed to get all of his happiness stolen from him - unable to do anything against it.

One of the men balled a fist in your hair and pulled your upper half upright again. You were but mere meters away, kneeling on the floor - yet still so far away from each other.

“Hush, babydoll” he breathed with a voice so gentle and caring that even the soldiers around you got silent all of sudden. Bucky knew you were having a panic attack at this very moment. It reminded you of your childhood too bad. “Look at me, Y/N. It’s alright. They won’t hurt you.”

This whole situation was so exhausting that you just went unconscious again. As if your mind flipped a switch to protect itself. But his last words got burned into your mind - together with that fair, devoted eyes of his.

“I’ll protect you. Just rely on me. I love you more than anything - and I’ll get you out of there.”

Next thing you knew, you were lying on the back seat of what appeared to be a police van.

Who knows just how long you’ve been asleep. But it looked like you were in Germany, judging by the big word ‘POLIZEI’ written on the uniform of the officers guarding you. They didn’t seem like ordinary policemen, though - rather like special forces. This was just how afraid they were of the Winter Soldier’s power.

It still felt so unreal. The man that’s constantly crying in your arms being so dangerous, whole countries would do everything to make him disappear.

Remembering some important buildings of the country, you guessed you were in their capital. And their government was part of the UN.

“This isn’t going to end good, isn’t it?”

You thought it best to not ask any questions. The officers never even once lowered their rifles, instead holding it into your face this whole time. Not really intimidating, though, but you knew they wouldn’t give you an answer anyway.

The only thing that mattered to you right now was Bucky. Where was he? What are they going to do with him from now on? Will you ever meet him again?

Your head was spinning - but you needed to be strong. For him.

Just as he was for you.

He’ll save you. And you’ll save him, if necessary.

When you got dragged out of the car, one of the men would grab your upper arm painfully, causing you to winch a little.

Turning around to look at that place, you saw Bucky, directing a deadly glare at the soldiers touching you so roughly. He was alive, at least. But he was so heavily restrained you could cry at the sight alone.

Like a wild beast in a cage. And everyone would look at him with so much hatred, you wanted to punch them until they’re enlighted about their wrong judgement.

Through the thick, bulletproof glass, it was impossible to hear what he said. But you tried to read his lips as good as you could:

“I’m so sorry.”

You tried to answer him, stretching every syllable on your lips to form silent words.

“And I still love you.”

Bucky looked woefully down, before he could see you smiling at him. He was ashamed of himself. Because he couldn’t protect you.

Then, they took him away. Just like that. Your Soulmate was gone.

Where to, you wondered. A cage in a basement and then throw away the key? Something like that, probably.

A man made his way towards you, followed by some more guards. He introduced himself as Everett Kenneth Ross, apparently from the CIA, and also Deputy Task Force Commander. Huh, is there any agency on this damn planet that doesn’t want to see your Soulmate dead?

Yet he seemed trustworthy, to a certain extend. And then again, you thought you couldn’t trust anyone here. Steve told you that even S.H.I.E.L.D was infiltrated by HYDRA, up to their highest ranks. Those people were trained to play cheap games with your mind. They knew all the tricks.

“What’s happening to him now?” you choked on a whimper, trying to hold back your tears. They must not see how weak you are.

“The same I wish we could do to all of you: Psychological evaluation and extradition.”

You didn’t answer. There was no reason to comment on this.

“Y/N!” Finally, a familiar voice.

Seeing Steve run over to you was one of the biggest reliefs you could be experience right now - meeting Bucky would be top notch. He instantly ran over to you, ignoring all the soldiers telling him to stop. When he embraced you into a deep hug, you couldn’t surpress your tears any longer.

“Steve, they got Bucky. It’s all my fault. It’s-”

“No, Y/N” Steve whispered with great care, “You helped him so much. I can’t express my gratitude for that, Y/N. I’m glad to call you my friend.”

“There’ll be consequences for you too, Mr. Rogers” Everett Ross interrupted you. “Holding back information - especially in a case this severe. This’ll be a long sentence.”

They led Steve back into the office he was attended to, now being under constant supervision. “Well meet again later, Y/N. It’ll be fine.”

You believed him. At least you wanted to.

“We all will get out of this.”

Your eyes were blurry, and your whole being looked so damn tired. Tired of everything.

Commander Ross led you into a small interrogation room, even offering you some water. But you didn’t say anything.

“You’re probably exhausted” he observed, mimicking a caring expression as he leaned over the small table that was separating the two of you.

“Where’s Bucky?” you whined, waiting for an answer that would never come.

The commander sighed deeply, frowning in frustration as he looked to the few datas they had about you. “Y/N Y/L/N, right? I want to understand why you did this. Maybe we can get you out of this. There are no records of any crimes, and you seemed to have lived a pretty normal life up until now. So why?”

Yes, you did. But that life was just an empty facade, covering your own past and all the dephts of your mind that had been caused by it.

“Please. I just want to know where he is...” Everything was just too much for you. In opposite to Steve, Bucky and the others, you weren’t used to those kind of situations. How even? You were weak - a mere, normal human without any special abilities. All of this frightened and overchallenged you. You just wanted to see him again.

“We kept him secure in the deepest part of this building, under heavy surveillance.”

“He’s done nothing wrong!” You gave him a sinister look, causing him to rise an eyebrow at you.

“Are you really that gullible? That man is still the same one that killed your parents twenty years ago.”

How the hell did they know? Well, consiering the identity of your lover, they probably did their research on you very well to understand your connection.

“Y/N” his eyes were much more soft and compassionate now. “Did he force you? Threaten you into helping him? It’s okay now, I want you to know that. We locked him away. He can’t hurt you anymore. Do you understand that?”

Commander Ross placed a hand on your still cuffed one, and you instantly pulled it away. “Fuck you!” you hissed. “You don’t know shit! He’s my Soulmate, goddamn it! Are you pleased now? Leave me alone!”

The man seemed to be thinking about many things at once - you saw it in his eyes. Then, he jumped up, the way his facial features having become more hard again.

His reaction told you this was the wrong choice of an answer. Not that you didn’t know this before. But that outburst of emotion was much needed right now.

“Okay, so...Either he’s done horrible things to make you follow him - or you were a psychopath too, from the very beginning.”

“Don’t presume to know anything about him! Steve gave you all the details, didn’t he?! He was forced to do this! They mangled his mind over and over again. Can you even imagine how painful this was for him?! So shut your foul mouth! I don’t care who you are, just stop talking about him like that!”

“The data Captain America has brought to us needs to be confirmed as real. Until then, it’s probably just a fake. Both of you are desperately trying to save that man. Your emotions make an objective view on things impossible. The man Bucky Barnes is long gone. He died on the train seventy years ago. But the Winter Soldier is still out there, in this world - and we can’t let him run free anymore. He’s a threat. You may cooperate, and I might even set you free under certain circumstances: One being that we’ll never lose track of you and your activities. But we can talk about this later.”

Tears dropped down your face and on the back of your hands, who were clenched and resting in your lap. “Mr. Ross, I beg of you...just five minutes! I’ll do anything you ask of me. Even tell you anything I know - but I need to see him right now!”

Maybe it was sympathy with a girl that’s been destroyed by things she had no control over in the first place. Or it was his hope of gaining some information while listening to your talk. But he did agree to your conditions.

“Alright. But we’ll be monitoring you this whole time.”

The basement was cold and scary. Ugly. Draining on your hope.

“There it is” the soldier who accompanied you said emotionless, pushing open a heavy metal door with the words ‘Highest Security Level’ written on it. You rushed inside to find Bucky still being imprisoned by that iron cage.

“Bucky!!!” you cried out as soon as you saw him, running towards the man and hammering onto the glass.

“Y/N...” a defeated voice answered you, his eyes being empty and almost absent from any positive emotion. “What are you doing here?”

“Visiting you, obviously” you mumbled with a voice so pure, so innocent it shattered his already aching heart.

“Y/N, you need to forget about me. It’s impossible to get out of there. But you can still do it! You can have a normal life!” His voice cracked at the thought of losing you - but to him, it was the only way.

“I told you I’d wait for you, no matter how long it takes!” you said silently, but with great sincerity. Turning around to look at the guard, who sat on a chair in the corner of the room, you asked “Please, can you open the cage? He’s restricted anyway, right? There’s no way he can escape.”

The man looked a little confused, and wanted to make fun of your demand - until Commander Ross’ voice halled from the loudspeakers. “It’s okay. Do it.” For some reason, he found this oddly entertaining.

Ross had heared stories about the Winter Soldier ever since his youth, and he thought it to be mere fairytales until a few weeks ago. But he’s nothing like everyone described him. The words were still on the tip of his tongue until this day: Brutal, remorseless and merciless, with an utter lack of conscience.

This man, however - the one he could see on the monitors - seemed like he’d have a mental breakdown at any given second. He looked so strained and deeply agonized that Everett could clearly feel his emotions - even though he wasn’t even in the same room as him.

Right now, the Commander saw the broken man Bucky actually was. And it was hard to stay strict at this scenery.

When the door of the glass cage opened, you jumped inside in less than a second. You then instantly started to wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck and stroke his hair with your hands, like you’d always do to soothe him. How badly did he want to hug you back right now - but his arms were nailed to the chair he was sitting on.

You leaned your forehead on his, your noses touching each other hesistantly, until you couldn’t take the tension any longer and gently placed your lips onto his.

Many, small and loving kisses followed. To remind him you’re here.

You won’t go away.

Everything will be fine, just as you promised each other.

And like that, his stony expression dropped.

“They’ll send a very important psychologist to evaluate your mental health, okay?” you whispered hopefully, chin resting on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Bucky. Please don’t try to resist. Soon, everybody will know you’re innocent. We’re all on your side!”

This time, you’d place his face in between your palms and give him one last, passionate kiss before they informed you that the time was up. Turning around, with the soldier poking his gun’s riffle at your back to keep you going, you could still clearly hear his desperate sobs.

“I’ll miss you, my hero.”

“So you’re Y/N, huh? I’m Sam Wilson, but you can just call me Sam. Steve told us lots about you. He won’t shut up about it, to be precize.”

“...Sorry...” You sat in their ‘office’, which was just a fancy word for them being imprisoned in the common sense. They weren’t allowed to go outside and were monitored and guarded 24/7. But at least you weren’t handcuffed any more.

Sam used the height difference to rest an arm on your head, making Steve raise an eyebrow at him. “Now don’t be so gloomy. We’ve got everything in control, okay? Promise.”

You felt Steve placing a comforting hand on your shoulder as well. “He’s right, Y/N. We just need to wait.”

“I’m glad you’re okay” you answered Steve, still quite dejectedly. “It’s nice to meet you, Sam. You too, Sharon. Actually, Steve told me quite a thing or two about you” you winked at her with a light smile, trying to banish the tension that filled the room.

“The pleasure is all mine, Y/N” Sharon said as she shook your hand. Her look was so sympathetic, it made you cringe. “Too bad it has to be at these, well...unfortunate cicumstances.”

They were nice and all, and made you feel at ease just a little more. But still - there was a feeling at the pitch of your stomach. Something that didn’t allow you any rest. And it only amplified your need to get him out of there as fast as possible.

“Why would the Task Force release his picture to the public anyway?” Steve didn’t want to alarm you, but he found something about this strategy to be very off.

“To mobilize as many eyes as we can?” Sharon stated the obvious. “You said someone framed him to find him”

While you were silently listening and observing, Sam sat at the table and played with a pen between his fingers. “We searched for that guy for two years and found nothing.”

“Well” Steve added, “We didn’t bomb the UN.”

“But it still doesn’t guarantee that whoever wants him would find him. It would only make sure that we would.”

All of you stared at each other in realization: The person looking for Bucky. It was here, somewhere. They have already been infiltrated.

Something isn’t right. You felt it clearly as you saw the assumed psychologist sitting down on a table in front of your lover’s cage. This time, there were no guards around. He was allowed to be left alone with him. And all of you watched the screen in tensed anticipation.

“Tell me, Bucky. You’ve seen a great deal, havent you?” You turned your head to look at the screen once again. That man had an unusual accent. That’s certainly not German. But the doctor they wanted to send was supposed to be German, wasn’t he?

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Yes, that answer fits your Soulmate.

The man continued. “You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Is that assumption correct?”

Steve saw you tensing up. Jaw clenched so hard that he heared your teeth cracking, and fists balled so hard it began to hurt your fingers.

You began to panic.

That man wasn’t good. Something felt wrong about him in the first place.

“Don’t worry” he said. You had to pinch your nose with an annoyed groan at the man’s arrogance. “We’ll only have to talk about one.”

“What is he talking about? Which one?” Your thoughts didn’t even have time to be expressed out loud, before all the screens went black.

“No.

Nononononono NO! Fuck!”

“An electricity cut? Here?!” Sam jumped up from his chair, and Sharon expressed your greatest fear: “The source...Sublevel Five. East Wing.”

“Bucky...”

Obviously, Steve and Sam were much more faster than you. They told you to stay away, because it’s ‘too dangerous’.

But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

Bucky is not dangerous. It’s Bucky, after all! Right?!

You run after them, as fast as your legs could take you. Past many soldiers who seemed to have been knocked out by someone. Are they dead? You shouldn’t think about that right now.

There he lied - the man who did god knows what to your Soulmate. On the cold floor, acting like a victim.

“Help me” he shrieked, only strenghtening your rage a thousandfold. But Steve got him first, pinning him against the next wall.

“Who are you? What do you want?!”

His answer, even though short and unspecific, send shivers down your spine.

“To see an empire fall.”

Sam already went to the room where Bucky was supposed to be held in check - but the sound of punches and kicks made your only amplified your sorrows.

“Y/N, go get Tony and the others” Steve placed his hands on your shoulders and stared deeply into your eyes, shaking you awake from your thoughts. “We’ll protect Bucky. You’ve got my word! Okay?!”

You nodded understandingly, trying to surpress your emotions for the time being. You knew it was for the best - but it was really difficult to accomplish. More than you could’ve imagined.

Suddenly, you saw Bucky coming out of the other room - his metal arm lifting Sam like it was nothing. You felt the need to fall on your knees, but your shaking body stood stock still as his deadly glare lied directly on you. Eyes like you’ve only seen once before.

This isn’t Bucky.

It’s the Winter Soldier.

This is the monster you’re afraid of, and he looked exactly like the man that you’re so madly in love with. And it hurt so much.

Why? Why does this need to happen?

Somehow, he seemed to remember you - yet not in a positive way.

He threw Sam in a corner and made his way towards you with firm steps, until Steve tackled him down and tried to buy you some time.

“Y/N, run!” his words broke you from your panic attack as he struggled to keep the Winter Soldier in place.

Your vision was blurrred from tears, silently streaming down your face. When the sobs stopped wracking through your body, you tried to brace yourself for one last, desperate attempt to get through to him.

“B-Bucky?” you asked, defeat lacing in your voice.

“You” was his sole answer, and he sounded deep and rumbling while saying so. His expression unreadable, but absent of the man you knew.

“Bucky, I won’t leave you alone. I promised. So please stop doing this!” you now yelled, watching his features drop for a second. “I’m not afraid of you!”

After a second, the Winter Soldier had collected himself again. And even though Steve tried to keep him from getting close to you, he got punched into an elevator well, not being able to come out just yet. Meanwhile, Sam was buried under some rubble.

He shot an angry face towards you as you let out an surprised gasp, until your last, heartbreaking scream filled the room.

Was this how you’d die? At the hands of the person you loved most in the world?

How ironic. Everything about your relationship was.

The Winter Soldier wasn’t able to have many coherent thoughts of himself. But one thing he was sure to connect in his mind: You were the girl he was supposed to kill twenty years ago. He failed his mission. And failing his mission meant that HYDRA would bring him pain even more unbearable than the one of being ‘erased’.

Bucky packed your throat firmly with his human hand, having you gasp for air and wailing in agony.

“You’re my target” he grumbled while looking anywhere but your eyes.

The sensation of all air being absent in your lungs made you struggle, kicking with your legs and trying to get his hand away from your trachea. You grabbed your throat where his fingers dug into your neck, as you unsuccessfully tried to keep your breath.

“No” you gasped, feeling how you slowly began to faint. “I’m your girlfriend!”

You placed one hand on his heart, half smiling as you got out your last words - before everything around you went black.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Bucky.”

[Part 12]

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This was requested by @beautiful-crimson I think. I could be wrong. But they wanted something to do with Google and the song “I Am Machine” by Three Days Grace. Now, I didn’t do a song fic, but I did draw inspiration from the song, so I hope you like this anyway. I’m happy with how it came out. Also, just for some reference, this is one of the theories over the little hints Mark has been dropping the past few days. It may not be what I believe is going to happen fully, but I drew inspiration from the idea as well. So, anyway, here:

Google watches as Amy’s hands are brought behind her by the tight grips of his clones, Oliver moving behind to lock the handcuffs around both of her wrists. She’s fighting and yelling at them, pulling her arms in vain as she tries her best to break free of their iron tight grips. Even with only one of his clones she wouldn’t be able to find them off- each Google is far stronger than any mere human.

He steps forward and she glares up at him, her dark eyes growing even darker and she basically growls at him. “Common human decency must be lost when you’re in distress,” he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as he returns the glare. He watches as she yanks her arms away from the loosened grips, straightening up to her full height to probably feel less threatened.

“As if you had any to begin with,” she spat and his eyes actually widen, the remark having come as a surprise. He has decency, doesn’t he? Of course he does. It was programmed into his mind. He couldn’t not have it. She just doesn’t know what she’s talking about. But then she continues speaking, “You really aren’t human, are you?”

“Of course I am,” he snapped because he is. Not… fully… but he is still human. He just has some… advancements, is all. Why is he even talking to her? He shouldn’t be. She is not necessary to speak to- she is merely their hostage now, their pawn to hold against Mark. Yet here he is, curious as to what she has to say to him. Perhaps it is the last shred of humanity within him…?

“Then why are you doing this?” she asked and that question has him reeling. Why is he doing this? Because he wanted to? Because he had nothing else to do? Because he knew nothing else but the need to destroy? No… none of that. It is simply because Dark ordered him to and he could never disobey a direct order from the demon. “Don’t you feel anything?”

He’s about to answer that yes, he does, but the sound of Dark’s footsteps cuts him off just as the demon enters, chuckling in the dark manner that he always has. He holds himself with that terrifying grace, much like a tiger about to pounce on it’s prey, ready to kill. His shell is perfectly lined- he is currently calm, satisfied. “Well done, Google,” he said with a small clap of his hands. Amy’s glare shifts from the android to the demon, somehow only becoming filled with more hatred. Dark stops before her, reaching out with a hand to roughly cup her chin, forcing her face further upwards. “You have caught us quite the beauty.”

Amy growls and yanks her chin from Dark’s grasp, turning her face completely from him. His eyes narrow and now his shell begins to shake and creak. “Take her away,” he said with a flick of his hand, stepping aside to allow the Google clones to do just that. “You know where to put her.”

Google watches as she’s dragged out kicking and fighting, yelling and screaming into the darkness of the demon’s void. It would soon reshape, take a different form as the Host would speak descriptive words into whatever Dark pleased. He swallows heavily and can’t help but mull over what she had said. He is still human, he can still feel, of course. Why would she say he couldn’t, wasn’t? He glances at Dark who is currently scoffing, brushing his suit down as his shell continues to crack, the grey aura around him growing momentarily. He jolts when those black eyes land on him, an expectant look in them.

“Well? Why are you just standing there?” Dark growled and Google quickly steps through the portal to the dark void, watching as it’s shape twists and changes, taking on the appearance of a sort of large castle nestled into the side of a hill. The sky is still dark, however, and so strange shadows creep along the ground and walls of the castle before him. Currently only his g and eyes make any sort of light in this shadow world. Dark steps in behind him and the portal closes. “Please be sure you are ready to in an hour,” the demon said as he passes the android, “I want the annoying blue one next.”

Google says nothing and waits for the demon to walk into the castle. He stays in place, eyes locking onto his hands as he stretches them out, fingers bending forward as thoughts explode at once in his mind. He is human still… isn't he? They said he was. They said he was 80 percent machine with 20 percent humanity still… that he didn't need to eat or sleep or do anything human things anymore. But that didn't make him any less of one… right? His fingers close and he swallows heavily even if he has no saliva in his throat. His eyes drift to the part of the castle where Amy would be kept and he's already walking before he could stop himself.

He needs to know.

Somehow, he reaches the room where she's being held without running into anyone. Dark had placed a barrier that Amy could not cross and so that is why no one has to guard the outside of the doors. He pushes open one of the doors, finding her to be sitting in the center of the room with her wrists chained to the floor.

The sight actually makes what small amount of organs he has left twist in pain. But why?

She looks up through pink strands of hair that fall over her eyes, lips curling down into a frown when she sees that it is him. He wets his lips and doesn't move forward from the doorway, his shining eyes lighting up the dark room in the slightest. Neither of them move or say anything for a good five minutes before Amy finally shifts. “Well?” She said and her tone actually reminds Google of Dark’s so much. The chains holding her to the floor rattle and he flinches, his noise receptors picking the noise up perfectly. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He swallows heavily once more and forces his metal ligaments to move, making himself take a step closer. She watches him through a pair of almost disinterested eyes and that actually helps him go forward. She doesn't care for him. Good. That means she will not judge him for what he is about to speak to her about.

“Am I…” he trails off, hating how small his voice is no matter how hard he tries to adjust its volume. It must come as a surprise to Amy because her eyes widen at how tiny his voice is and she looks up further at him, curiosity only now lighting those chocolate brown eyes. “Am I human?”

Amy blinks slowly as she hears the question and he takes another step forward, ending up barely five feet from her. His knees give out beneath him and he falls to the floor, ending up in a sitting position before her. She readjusts herself as his legs unbend between them and she is no longer scowling, frowning now more than anything.

“I don't know,” she replied and what Google believes to be his heart twists painfully. He doesn't even know if he has a heart anymore. They had simply told him he no longer required it. But that didn't fully tell him if he had it anymore. He didn't know if he wanted the answer anymore in all honesty. “What do you think?”

He pulls his feet closer to himself, placing his knees to his chest to wrap his arms around both of them. He rests his chin on in between his knees and he can feel a form of liquid gathering in the edges of his eyes. But that wasn't possible. He had no form of liquid aside from blood inside of him anymore. “I'm not sure,” he said and his voice is a tight whisper. His vocal receptors seem to be having a troublesome time working currently and it annoys him greatly. “They said I was more machine than human but… I am still human, right?”

He closes his eyes, unable to look at her further. But then a hand is laid on his knee and his eyes snap open, locking gazes with hers. Why did she have to say anything to him? He had been able to be cold and unemotional before she said what she said to him and he is so upset with her. But then, he also wants- no, needs- her to explain to him. To help him.

“You have to answer that, not me,” she said to him softly and her eyes reflect her tone of kindness and patience. His throat clenches and he draws in a deep breath through his nose, feels a drop of that liquid slide from his eye and down his cheek. It is too thick and warm to be a tear, however. It must be blood… “You may be more machine than human now, but you can still make the choice yourself. No one else can.”

“But how do I do that?” He inquired desperately, reaching up and grabbing her hands into his. Her eyes flash with pain and he realizes he's holding onto too tightly, like she were a lifeline in the middle of a swirling and raging storm. She is, in a sense. His mind is swirling with questions and emotions and he doesn't know how to handle any of them and she had triggered them, set them into motion. “How do I… become human?”

“You feel, you do the right thing,” she responded and she isn't trying to pull her hands from his. He's grateful to her for that fact. “You think for yourself. You don't let other people do that for you.”

He's going to say more, ask her what she meant, but the door opens once more and he starts, looking quickly over his shoulder. His breath catches at the sight of Dark standing in the doorway, the Host muttering quietly behind him. He quickly stands and clenches his fists at his sides, unsure of what to do. “Don't listen to him, Google,” Amy said from behind him. “He holds you back.”

Dark smirks and Google knows that she is correct. He steps backwards, closer to Amy. The demon lifts a finger, pointing at him. “Restrain him, Host,” he orders and the Host steps forward, lifting his bandaged head upwards. His muttering raises to a low tone as he speaks more loudly, more clearly.

“A feeling of rust falls upon Google suddenly, forcing the android to his knees,” the Host narrates and Google’s eyes widen. He's never been controlled by the Host before, never felt this terrible feeling of icy claws hooking into his muscles and forcing him down to the floor, kneeling before the demon. He's only ever watched, been impressed with how easy it was for the Host to control people.

Now he wished that that were not the case.

The Host moves aside as Dark steps forward, voice dropping back to a quiet mutter. The demon grabs Google’s cheeks, forcing their eyes to meet and the android can see how his shell is beginning to crack terribly. He is utterly angry and Google knows It's because of him. He's always been on the demon’s good side, doing his best to never upset him. Now Dark is completely pissed off by his actions.

“Okay Google,” Dark growls and his eyes and chest flash brighter for a moment as his programming forces him to perk up more, to give him his full attention. The demon releases his cheeks and wipes his hand on his suit as though Google had been vile to touch. “Shut down and reset. I cannot have these ridiculous ideas going through your mind.”

And his vision is already going dark, slowly blackening. The last thing he can see before he's completely shut down is Dark slowly walking towards Amy, shell breaking fully.

He hopes that the sight of the demon’s true form will also be erased from his memory.

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