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Orqheus(s)' Masterlist!

🔥 - Smut, 🌸 - Fluff, 🩸 - Angst, 🎭 - Comedy, 🎀 - Hurt/Comfort, 💗 - Romantic,✨ - Platonic (💥 - gore/blood, 💀 - main character death)

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Hogwarts Legacy

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One-Shots

The Shadow trio (Ominis x Sebastian x MC)

May I feel said he (🔥🌸) - Tumblr x Studying in the Room of Requirement can get quite tedious, especially with NEWTS around the corner. What is one to do when you're trapped between your two bored, ravenous, and incorrigibly competitive boyfriends? (Inspired by the poem "may i feel said he" by E. E. Cummings) A Fish to Water (🎭✨) - Tumblr x Becoming an animagus is not an easy feat. As much as you love your two best friends, sometimes its more fun to play a prank and take the absolute piss out of them. How would they react if they found out your animagus form was a little bit...fishy? Seven new ways that you can eat your young (🔥) - Tumblr x Slytherin's are known for their end of the year parties. On the eve of their graduation, though, Ominis hears something that makes his blood boil with jealousy. (Inspired by the song "Eat Your Young" by Hozier) Mallowsweet Bliss (🌸🎭✨) - Tumblr x “Oh, you lovely, hopelessly naive thing. Yes, mallowsweet has a great smell, but it also has an even better taste when eaten, and an absolutely enchanting effect on the mind when you smoke it.” AKA, the three of you get incredibly stoned on your stash of mallowsweet. My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway (🌸💗) - Tumblr x The Founder's ball only comes around once a year, and with your graduation fast approaching, you knew two things. One, you knew absolutely nothing about ballroom dancing, and two, you were irrevocably in love with both of your best friends and wanted to go with both of them. Was there a way to kill two birds with one stone? Not yet corpses (still, we rot) (🎀✨/💗💥) - Tumblr x Tremors were wracking through the entirety of Hogwarts, and you were nowhere to be found. Little did Ominis and Sebastian know, the repository had been opened, and you were the only thing standing between the wizarding world continuing to thrive or falling to ruin at their very feet. Mingle our ashes and bury us together (🩸✨/💗) - Tumblr x After everything that had happened in your fifth year, your mind was becoming too much for you to bear on your own. After a rather dreadful conversation with yourself, you knew there was only one way to stop your personal torment. (TW! Attempted Suicide) Insatiable Gravity (🔥🌸🎭) - Tumblr x When it rains, it pours, and when your trapped in the downpour with your two best friends, the only option is the inn down the road. The bad news? There's only one room left, and in that room is only one bed. Stamped on these lifeless things (🩸💥💀) - Coming eventually There was so much pain in the world. You could see it eating away at the ones you loved most, and you wanted nothing more than to take that ache from their hearts and let it become yours. Isadora Morganach was right, why must we watch the ones we care for suffer when we have the power to help? If only you could make them see that, too. (Inspired by the poem "Ozymandias" by Percy Blythe Shelley) Too much labor (🩸💥) - Coming eventually Being a woman in the 19th century was hard enough. After Fig saves you from a life of endless obedience at the hands of a man you didn't even love, you come to Hogwarts and find that life unfortunately isn't much different than it was in your muggle home. You are determined to change your fate, no matter the cost. If they wanted to see a monster, you would be sure to give them one. (Inspired by the song "Labour" by Paris Paloma)

Ominis x MC

In the pursuit of knowledge (🔥🌸) - Tumblr x When you and Ominis are alone in the Undercroft, it isn't uncommon for some secrets to come to light. After revealing that you've never been kissed, were there some sparks flying between the two of you, or was it just the firewhiskey talking? How could I fear any hurricane (🎀💗) - Tumblr x After almost severely injuring Ominis during a duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you retreat into yourself far out of the reach of your closest friend. There's only one thing Ominis can think of to do to bring you out of your turbulent mind. (Inspired by the song "Francesca" by Hozier) In any version of reality - Soulmate!AU (🌸💗) - Tumblr x Ominis was sure that he didn't have a soulmate. That is, of course, until he hears you sing one winter night in the desolate music room and is transported through the past to the first time your souls ever met. (Inspired by the song "Epic iii" by the Hadestown 2017 Original Soundtrack) Clumsy Love (🌸💗) - Tumblr x A relaxing day in the Room of Requirement takes a turn that you never expected. Not that you were complaining, though. Who doesn't love a little bit of dancing? If only your heart would stop trying to pound its way out of your chest whenever a certain blond Slytherin was near. I would know him blind (🔥💗) - Tumblr x You'd been with Ominis for some time, and as much as you loved your intimate times together, you wondered what it would be like to be in his shoes for a change. Your darling husband is more than happy to help you satiate your curiosity. Snake Charmer - Greek Mythology!AU (🌸🎭-ish) - Tumblr x Why was everyone so interested in the new girl? Ominis Gaunt was about to find out.

Ominis Gaunt and the Sallow's

Free and young and we can feel none of it (🎀✨) - Tumblr x Ominis knew that he had to leave his family home. The abuse would only get worse if he stayed. One winter night, he fled to the only place he felt safe, and into the arms of an unlikely friend.

Sebastian x MC

A duel most desirable (🔥) - Tumblr x Emotions are running high, and a friendly duel between you and your best friend, whom you're completely and entirely infatuated with, takes a very...steamy turn. Anything to make you smile (🌸💗) - Tumblr x Sebastian, remembering you lamenting about not being able to experience going to Hogwarts as a first year, decides to take you on a romantic boat ride so you could enjoy the journey from Hogsmeade like he did as an eleven year old. Too bad he forgot one crucial thing: he was terrified of the Black Lake.

Chapter Fics

The Shadow trio (Sebastian x Ominis x MC)

Life is not a paragraph, and death, I think, is no parenthesis (🩸💗💥) - Ao3 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (All fic titles in this series come from various E. E. Cummings' poems) Victor Rookwood kidnapped you, in broad daylight, on the streets of Hogsmeade, and Sebastian is willing to do anything to get you back. Will he and Ominis be able to find you before it's too late? (TW! Graphic depictions of torture)

For whatever we lose (like a you, or a me) (🩸💗💥) - Tumblr x The Scriptorium called your name, and who were you to ignore its song? At least, that's what you told yourself as Sebastian pushed you and Ominis deeper and deeper into the mausoleum. (Pre Parenthesis!Universe)

Awake, chaos: we have napped (🩸🎀💗💥) - Ao3 x After everything that happened to you that night in the poacher camp, it was only normal for you to have nightmares. After a particularly rough one, will your partners be able to pick up the pieces? (Post Parenthesis!Universe) (TW! mentions of attempted rape/non-con)

I like my body when it is with your body (🔥🌸💗) - Tumblr x Sebastian believes that he doesn't deserve to be happy after everything he's done. His partners don't agree, and are hellbent on proving him wrong the best, and most effective, way they know how. (Post Parenthesis!Universe)

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) (🔥🌸💗) - Tumblr 1 2 3 The finale of "Life is not a paragraph, and death, I think, is no parenthesis." It is a beautiful day to get married, and you couldn't ask for better partners. (Post Parenthesis!Universe)

The sun does not weep for Icarus (🩸✨/💗💥💀) - Tumblr 1 2 3 4 The arrival of the Daily Prophet brings the news of Sebastian Sallow's fate after the events of his fifth year. Ominis and his new friend can't help but feel guilty for their decisions. (TW! Child abuse, suicide)

Even the iron still fears the rot (🩸💗💥) - Tumblr 1 2 3 4 5 6 It was supposed to be a normal trip to Hogsmeade. But, when Sebastian and Ominis are kidnapped by poachers determined to seek revenge against the one who killed their fearless leader, will you be able to save them in time? (TW! Graphic depictions of torture)

Ominis x MC

How to ask for help - 5+1 Times (🌸💗) - Tumblr 1 2 3 4 5 6 The five times you helped Ominis, and the one time he helped you. Ouroboros (🩸🎀💗💥💀) - Coming eventually Ophelia Wyrd was just that: weird. Born a seer to two muggle parents, it isn't much of a shock when a mysterious but friendly man named Eleazar Fig comes to bring her into a world of witches and wizards. Now a wielder of an ancient magic completely unknown to the new and dangerous universe she has become immersed in, can she find her footing in time to save two boys who would do anything for the ones they love?

Headcanons

Sebastian x MC

Sebastian Sallow headcanons

Misc

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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 4

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Nothing major. But - nudity! 😉

Word Count: 4,328

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: So, here I am with chapter 4. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for all the very kind comments that this series has received so far. You're all fabulous.

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Y/N woke with a start. She was breathing fast, her heart pounding. The sense of fear and worry that had lived trapped inside her chest for months lifted quickly as she looked down to see Emma laying beside her on the narrow cot, having migrated there from her own bed sometime in the night.

Y/N resettled herself so she could pull her daughter’s warm little body closer to her, tucking the gray, wool blanket tighter around Emma’s shoulders to protect her from the cool September morning. She looked at Emma’s pale face, the bones a little too prominent, and was grateful once again to be where they were.

They’d been traveling around, nomadic and scrounging for whatever food they could find, for months. They’d spent a week in an abandoned church one time, a few days in an old hunting cabin. If they were lucky they sometimes found a camp of other survivors who would allow them to stay for a day or two. But the people would inevitably shuffle them along quickly, not willing to divvy up their resources amongst two more people.

When they’d found the Billings camp, she’d been so happy. They’d taken them in without much issue, but she’d soon discovered why. The camp had been made up of somewhat fanatical people, calling themselves Christians, who believed the apocalypse happened because people had turned away from the church. So while they did feel it was their duty to help Y/N and Emma, unfortunately they also felt it was their duty to bring them to the light. They’d spent most of the month they’d lived there praying and listening to the leaders call upon God to cast away the evil.

If the Croat attack hadn’t happened, Y/N knew she probably wouldn’t have stayed much longer anyway. She’d heard people talking about this camp, Camp Chitaqua, saying that it had a good leader, a man named Dean Winchester, and she’d wondered whether it could be the same man who’d saved her all those years ago.

She sighed deeply now, breathing in the fresh scent of the pine trees around them, giving thanks again that they’d made it here, and that, despite all odds, she was still alive. Even more miraculously, she was still herself. For a while, she’d been secretly worried that she’d only managed to stave off the virus in the same way that mothers could sometimes lift a car off of their child, by sheer power of will and desperation as mothers. But Emma had been here, and safe, for a week now, and she still felt exactly the same.

She couldn’t explain it, but she was trying not to question her good fortune. They were in a well-run camp, complete with guards, supplies, and a leader who, whatever he might claim, cared a lot about the welfare of the people in his care. She wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After Emma woke up, Y/N cooked them their oatmeal ration for the morning, gave them both basin baths, and braided Emma’s hair. As she was tying the last ribbon, two small voices were calling for Emma from outside the tent. When they went to look, there were two little girls, Keisha and Julianne, looking for Emma to come out and play.

Their mom, Monique gave Y/N a warm smile as she shook her hand. If Y/N’s bloodshot eyes worried the woman at all, she didn’t show it.

“We’ve heard a lot about you from Emma.” Monique said as the girls ran about, giggling and chattering all at the same time. “She spent a lot of time with us over this last week. We’re so glad to see you’ve recovered.”

Y/N was eternally grateful that Monique didn’t ask questions for which she had no answers. They spoke for a few minutes about their children, and Y/N mentioned her intentions to start a school. Monique’s eyes lit up.

“It won’t be much,” Y/N warned, “but I thought the kids could use something.”

They talked for a little while longer and then Monique requested Emma’s presence for the morning. Keisha and Julianne were looking for their favorite playmate. Y/N sent Emma along with a tight hug and a tug on one of her braids.

There was a small part of her overextended protectiveness that worried any time Emma wasn’t right next to her. But she knew how important it was that her little one got the chance to play, so she kept her worries to herself and waved her off to have fun, with thanks to Monique for watching her.

She spent the next couple of hours wandering around the camp. She learned the layout of everything, where the medical tent was, where they went to get their food rations for the week. While she was there, she finally got to meet Theresa’s mother, Brandy. She was a big barrel of a woman with russet-colored skin, long dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, big strong hands, and kind brown eyes.

She explained how the ration system worked, and explained that she worked with “The Boss” and “The Angel” to make sure everyone got their fair share, and that absolutely no food was going to waste.

Y/N’s forehead crinkled at that. “Angel?”

Brandy nodded. “Castiel.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “He’s an angel?” She quietly berated herself for not figuring out that someone with a name like “Castiel” was an angel.

Brandy nodded again, and then spoke quietly. “But he doesn’t have any angel mojo. No wings or halo, or whatever.” She shrugged. “That’s what I heard anyway.”

Y/N chatted with Brandy a bit longer, offering up her idea for the school. The older woman was intrigued with the idea and gave some suggestions for where they could hold their classes. She scoffed at the idea of holding them outside.

“Gonna be winter soon and the wind can be really wicked around here. I’ll talk to The Boss about giving you one of those sheds at the Northeast edge of camp, behind the main cabin. They built them new there this summer for storage - for tools, and supplies like propane and such. But one shed will do for the winter, and they can build a second one for storage in the spring if they need it.” She said decisively.

“Well, please, don’t bug Dean too much about space.” Y/N cautioned. “He was reluctant enough to say yes to the school existing at all. I don’t want to make him doubt his decision.”

But Brandy just waved away the worry. “The Boss is hard, but he knows a good idea when he hears it.”

After a few more minutes of chatting Y/N gave Theresa a squeeze goodbye and headed back to her tent. She was excited to start putting some ideas together for lessons. She’d have to be a bit creative since there probably wasn’t a lot in the way of school supplies available. But she loved a challenge.

She was working at the little table in her tent when she heard a familiar throat clearing before Dean’s voice called out her name.

“Hi!” She called back. “Come in!”

Dean pushed through the tent flap, and walked in, a big green duffle bag in his hand. The height of the tent was just barely tall enough to accommodate him; it brushed against his spiky hair as he walked towards her, and Y/N had to smile.

Their tent home had seemed spacious when they’d arrived in it the other day. There was room enough for two narrow cots, a table and two chairs, a small wooden box for clothes and other supplies, and a little metal camping stove that was vented to the outside through a hole in the roof of the heavy canvas tent. She assumed that was for when it got really cold, and they couldn’t survive without some heat through the night.

It met all their needs and she’d been impressed by its size, having felt lucky enough to get the little two-person pup tent they’d had when they were at the Billings camp. But now, with Dean inside, the space felt much smaller. He seemed to take up most of the room in the tent, and he kept his neck bent forward slightly to avoid brushing against the top again.

“So, the river?” He asked, thumbing behind him.

Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes. That would be fabulous.” She grabbed her clean clothes and followed him out of the tent. She asked him to wait for a moment and dashed over to Monique’s to get Emma. But the three little girls didn’t want to stop playing, so Monique offered to take Emma with them in a couple of days when she took the girls down to the river.

“Okay.” Y/N gave in to her daughter’s pleading eyes and the three little girls squealed and jumped around.

Y/N was thrilled to see Emma having so much fun, and she couldn’t justify derailing that fun just for a bath. But she made Monique promise to let her watch the girls for an afternoon very soon as payback, and she hurried back to where Dean waited, somewhat impatiently, by her tent.

His face held a deep scowl. “Are we good?” He asked.

Y/N nodded and he turned away, obviously expecting Y/N would follow. Once again she found herself walking quickly to try and keep up with his long-limbed, brisk pace. They went east towards the medical tent. But before they got to the tent, they reached a wide, open area where five vehicles were parked. Four of the vehicles, two trucks, a Jeep and a van, sat in a three sided aluminum building. Inside the building two men and a woman were working on one of the trucks, a black Ford F-150.

Dean nodded in their direction as he entered, and they lifted their hands in a salute before returning to their work. He walked towards the Jeep, but Y/N had her attention snagged by the car that sat outside the shed, towards the back, almost behind the building. The tires were flat and vegetation grew all around it. The front windshield had a big crack in it, and both bumpers were missing. Rust covered the tire rims and the bottom of the passenger side door.

But she still recognized it. She still remembered the way the sleek, black beauty had shined as it pulled into their driveway so long ago. She remembered the way her dad had whistled when he saw it and the way both Dean and John had beamed with pride when he told them, “That is an American classic right there!”

She walked towards it, and her heart was sad to see it so beaten up and neglected. Dean followed her around the side of the building. “What are you doing?” He asked angrily.

She looked back at him. “I remember her. What a shame.”

Dean’s jaw ticked and he grabbed her wrist to yank her back into the building. “Just a car, it wasn’t practical. Now, come on, you wanna a bath, or what? I don’t have all damn day here.”

Y/N kept her mouth shut as she climbed into the Jeep, flinching slightly when Dean slammed his door; she’d obviously hit a nerve. In deference to that fact she stayed quiet for a little while. But eventually, she risked starting a conversation.

“How far is it to walk out to the river?” She asked.

He shrugged. “‘Bout an hour or so.”

“How long will it take us?”

“Five or six minutes.”

She smiled. “Well, then I really appreciate the ride.”

He shrugged again. “Sooner we're there, the sooner we’re done.”

“I also appreciate you taking the time out of your day.”

He just grunted in response and she wasn’t sure exactly how to interpret the sound. Whether it meant, It’s fine, or I’m regretting the offer, she wasn’t sure, but she plowed on anyway.

“I can only imagine how busy you must be, running a camp this size. How many people live here?”

“Don’t know exactly.” He answered and she thought that might be the only answer he was going to give, but then he continued. “Somewhere between a hundred and a hundred and fifty, I’d guess.”

“Wow!” Y/N said, truly impressed. “Billings only had about 60, and they were the biggest group I’d ever seen.”

Dean didn’t respond as the Jeep jolted over a big rut in the uneven path they were driving down. Trees scraped against the sides of the Jeep as they passed, and Y/N almost bounced out of her seat as they hit another deep rut.

“Put your fucking seatbelt on.” He barked at her. “You tryna fly through the windshield?”

Y/N grabbed the strap and clicked it in place. Then she frowned at him. “You’re not wearing your seatbelt.”

“Do as I say, not as I do.” He warned her.

She snorted. “That’s crap advice.” He scowled at her but said nothing more.

They were silent until they emerged from the trees onto a wide river bank and Y/N could see a sparkling river laid out in front of them. She gasped.

“It’s beautiful.”

Dean threw the Jeep into park and turned off the engine. “It’s advantageous.” He admitted as he climbed out, pulling his duffel bag out with him.

Y/N jumped down and walked quickly towards the river, already itching to feel the water wash away the layer of grime she could feel sitting on her skin. When they reached the side of the river, they stood for a minute. Y/N looked over at Dean, waiting for some privacy before she took off her clothes and jumped into the river.

Instead he nodded towards it, and warned her. “Don’t go too far east. The current here is slower, but it picks up around the bend up there, and it can be hard to stand.”

He dropped the bag on the ground, reaching in and grabbing a bar of soap and tossing it to her. It wasn’t new, but it smelled fresh and zesty, so she didn’t care that it had been used previously.

She stood still, holding the soap, making no move to get into the water. Dean looked at her, annoyed again. “Are you going in or not?”

She knew she was blushing and she felt ridiculous for it. But she waved towards him. “Could you turn around or something?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “No, actually, I can’t. There’s a reason no one ever comes to the river alone. We’re almost five miles from camp, there could be wild animals, rogue Croats, or desperate men around.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Someone needs to stand watch.”

Y/N nodded, accepting that logic. But she still didn’t want to get naked with him watching. When she continued to hesitate, Dean gave a huge huff and shook his head.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. Even though you definitely don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, if it will make you hurry up and get in the fucking water, I’ll turn my head while you strip down. Just tell me when you’re covered up in the water, so I can go back to making sure nothing tries to eat you.”

With that, he turned his head away from her and sighed again, before holding up his finger. “And be careful - the deeper the water, the faster the current.”

She shucked her old grubby clothes quickly, practically moaning about how good it was going to feel to be clean and then actually step into clean clothes. She ran into the river, squeaking slightly as the cold water hit her skin.

“Whoo! It’s freezing!” She said with a slightly manic giggle. But she kept walking until the water covered her breasts. “Okay.” She called out over the rushing of the river. It was a little hard to keep her balance as she began washing, but she managed.

She tried to ignore Dean standing barely twenty feet away as she washed her body quickly and then dipped her head back in the water, lathering up her hands to scrub through her hair and across her scalp. As she rinsed her hair out she couldn’t take the silence anymore and started talking as a distraction, like she usually did.

“So you guys keep chickens? I’m assuming that’s where the eggs come from?”

Dean nodded. “And one young cow. We found her in the spring. Her mother was nowhere to be seen. So we brought her back to camp. The kids in the camp take it in turns to spend the day gathering grass for her to eat. They pull up buckets of it every day to fill her trough. In return she gives us fertilizer for the crops, and if we can somehow find her a bull next spring she’ll give us milk and more cows too.”

Y/N smiled as she finished her bath, and then ran her hands down her leg to rinse away the last of the soap. “How is it you can manage -”

Y/N stopped talking to let out a scream as her fingers brushed against something slimy on her leg. And then screamed even louder when it brushed over a second one. Before she could let out a third scream, Dean was in the water, having shed everything but his jeans and white t-shirt on the way.

“What’s wrong!” He was yelling as he barreled towards her.

“Something.” She pointed at her leg. “Something’s biting me. Something slimy.”

Dean looked relieved and then annoyed. “For pete’s sake, it’s probably just leeches.”

Y/N stared at him like he was completely insane. “Just. leeches?” She shrieked. “Get them off.”

Dean grabbed her hand and started to pull her out of the water. But she wrapped her other arm over her breasts and dug her heels into the rocky bed of the river. “No, I can’t leave the water. I’m naked.”

Dean spun around to face her. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He dropped her hand and threw up his arms. “You wanna stay in the water with the leeches?”

“Can’t you just pull them off while we’re in the water?”

“No.” Dean said shortly. “I can’t. I have to pry them off gently, meaning I have to be able to see them properly. You may also have leeches other places than just your leg. I need to check you.”

Y/N’s face turned blazing hot, but she decided she was more horrified by the slimy things sucking her blood than by Dean getting up close and personal. So she followed him out of the water to stand on the sandy bank. He walked back to his duffel bag and grabbed a knife. She covered herself with her arms and hands the best she could.

Dean came close and got down on his haunches to work at unsticking the leeches from her thigh. His fingers were warm on her chilled skin, and she knew it wasn’t only the cold breeze that was giving her goosebumps. She peered down at him, admiring the way his long lashes swept downwards as he focused on his task. His white t-shirt was wet and clung to him, outlining the muscles in his back that shifted slightly as he worked.

Thoroughly distracted she didn’t notice the leeches pop off until Dean tossed them back into the river. “K, I’m gonna check for other ones.”

Y/N’s whole body flushed as Dean walked around behind her, scanning all of her looking for more of the parasites. He came around to her right side where her arm was folded over her chest.

“Lift your arm.” He ordered. “They like the soft skin under here.”

With a sigh, Y/N shifted her other arm over her breasts, while crossing her legs to make up for the hand that was no longer covering her below. Then she lifted her right arm and Dean clicked his tongue.

“Yeah, there’s one more here.”

He brought his knife up again, and Y/N tried not to think about the way she could feel Dean’s breath move across the tops of her breast as he pried off the disgusting creature. When it popped off, Dean threw it back into the river and let his other hand trail down to her waist, leaving a fiery trail in his wake.

He moved to the other side and checked too but thankfully there were no more on that side.

Dean waved towards the parts of her that she had covered up. “Do you want to check the rest, just in case?”

He turned his head without being asked and Y/N was grateful as she searched her skin.

“There’s nothing.” She said with relief.

Dean nodded. “Good. Hang on.”

He walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out a towel, also grabbing her clothes that sat beside his bag. He tossed them all to her and then turned away so she could dry herself off and get dressed. She dried quickly, but as she started to pull on her jeans, Dean pulled his wet t-shirt over his head, and pushed off his jeans, treating her to the truly disarming sight of his beautiful bare torso and round, plump ass. His back was bronzed and tan while the fleshy skin of his backside was milky white.

He must have worked outside without a shirt on a lot this summer.

That image left her brain spiraling, and while she was melting into a puddle, Dean pulled a pair of jeans out of his duffle bag and put them on, before slipping his long, muscular arms through the sleeves of his flannel shirt.

He stood quietly for a moment after he was dressed before he called to her without turning around. “Are you dressed?”

Shaking her head like a wet dog, Y/N answered quickly. “Not yet, just give me a minute.”

“Already had a minute.” Dean mumbled.

Y/N hopped into the jeans; they were a size smaller than she normally wore, so they fit a bit snug. She put on the bra that was also a bit too small in the cups, but she wasn’t about to complain about the free, clean clothes, so she just tugged on the t-shirt.

She could practically feel Dean’s impatience as he stood there with his hands on his hips. “I’m finished.” She told him and he finally spun around to face her, his expression annoyed as usual.

He started to say something, but when he caught sight of her, the words seemed to die on his lips. He scanned her from head to toe and Y/N felt her cheeks flame. It was silent between them, but something crackled in the air, hot and vibrant.

Dean took a step closer, and her eyes wandered over his flannel shirt and the way the open sides framed his tanned, broad chest and flat abdomen. She looked at his belly button and the light trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans and she had the sudden urge to lick him, dip her tongue into his belly button, and then…

“Clothes good?” Dean asked, his voice soft and deep.

It took Y/N a solid ten to twenty seconds to figure out what he was talking about. Finally she nodded. “Oh yeah,” she ran a hand over her skin tight jeans, “they’re great.”

“Good.” Dean cleared his throat and nodded his head sideways towards the Jeep. “We should get back.”

The ride back to camp was tense as suddenly Y/N was aware of every move Dean made. She watched his hands on the big Jeep steering wheel and became immediately distracted by them. They moved smoothly, but she remembered the calluses she could feel when he grabbed her wrist, and it made her want to feel them again, feel them in more sensitive places.

The five minute ride felt twice as long on the way back.

When they reached the garage, Y/N practically leapt from the Jeep before it had even stopped fully.

“Well, thanks.” She said in a high pitched, squeaky voice.

Dean followed her silently out of the Jeep and out of the building. When she started back across the camp to her tent though, he called her back.

“Y/N!” She turned around but kept some distance between them. She was honestly afraid of what her addled mind might try if she got too close to him.

Unfortunately, Dean didn’t seem to be suffering from the same problem because he walked right up to her, leaving barely a foot between them.

“Just keep an eye on the bites. Leech bites aren’t usually dangerous, but the itch can be a real pain in the ass. If they get bad, you can go to the medical tent.” She followed his finger as he pointed at the big white tent to her right. “They'll probably have something for you.”

She turned back to face him and her breath caught in her throat. He was so close, and he smelled so good, like gunpowder, fire and something a bit warmer, softer, that she couldn’t place. She stared up into his intense green eyes and her stomach started doing somersaults.

His gaze fell to her lips and for one insane moment, Y/N thought he was going to lean forward and kiss her. But he took a step back, nodded and then turned on his heel and walked away. Y/N stood staring after him for a lot longer than she had any reason to, holding her breath the whole time.

As he disappeared into the main cabin, she exhaled slowly, finally able to admit to herself that she was incredibly disappointed by the kiss that didn’t happen.

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#dean winchester #endverse!dean #endverse!dean x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fan fic #endverse #endverse!dean series

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angelantern-u · 2 months

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hey... heres.... an intro..! thing!!! yeah!!!!

my fav songs ^^

i have no idea how to really introduce myself but uhm,,, im angelantern! (nicknames are welcome too and very appreciated!! :3) i like drawing ALOTTTT so thats why i decided to make this account!! i am a minor. <- just a heads up b4 you interact!! ^_^

also my art may contain blood/gore + bright colors and such, another heads up!!

🇹🇷 ( eger bit turk hesabimi gorurse mutluluktan havaya ucarim :3 )

pssst... i use she/he/thing/angel pronouns!!

here, im planning on uploading art of my ocs mostly since i love and value them more than my guts, but i will also upload art of stuff like object shows , ddlc ( rarely ) , and nso! (but currently obsessing over object shows and nso so itll mostly be that! especially hfjone in object shows. )

+ even more as time goes on,, who knows?

you could also send suggestions for me to draw of said medias :3

( but i wont draw uhmmmm... nsfw and weird fetishy art + ships and gore of characters im uncomfy with. so yeah. )

I LOVE AIRY I LOVE KANGEL I LOVE AME. im also big synpaths of em :]

i'll also be tagging my oc stuff as SFAP ( stands for search for a place ), NO END and L.W ( stands for Lucy's Ward) ,, :3 addinf this so ppl dont go like huh when they see that in the tags

now..... its time for.... LOOOORRREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🌀 so lets start off with NO END. NO END is basically a story that i made just usings ocs that ive thrown away, given up on and just stopped loving. in NO END, when a characters gets given up on, thrown away or is stopped being loved, they get stripped away from their usual lives and go or get teleported into, we could say, to this deep dark void of nothingness with the other characters. the story revolves around those characters trying to make their way out of that place while traveling to different universes and eventually with some 4th wall breaking elements,,,,, so.... yeah :D

🍄 then, lets move on to SFAP. so SFAP's story revolves around this guy named mark ( he's a whiteout btw ). so mark is basically an anxious wreck with no friends, 0 social life, anxiety and a bunch of unfortunate events that have made him spiral into the point that he's in now. one day he hears of a competition show called Search For A Place and decides to join bc his life just needs some flavor yk???? plus he thinks its a good opportunuty to improve and challenge himself + meet new people! and when he joins he actually meets some cool people, thats until everything falls apart when the competitions true nature gets revealed. first of all, the host is actually among the contestants and the show is led by their co-hosts because of that. if you lose a challenge, you get brutally murdered by the host in a dark secret room and because of how the host is among the contestants, the contestants have to find the host AND continue the challenges while also trying to not to die. theyre also trapped so they cant escape. and in the end, theres no prize. the story tells what happens to the contestants, marks growth as a person, the challenges he faces, his relationships and the other characters :D

🔨 so L.W. is about sentient objects that live in the house of a girl named Lucy. lucy has previously lost her home, family and "best friend" (omg they were roommates ) bc of an earthquake. so now shes in a new city with a whole new life waiting for her. but she doesnt know that the house she chose belonged to a witch years ago and there are sentient objects living inside it, sentient objects, now, with a purpose. so theres this other girl called Tiffany thats a bully of Lucy. lucy doesnt/cant do anything about the bullying because of her low self esteem and hardships about standing up, and one day,,,,, tiffany kills lucy. when this shows up on the news and lucy doesnt come home for a few days, the objects get worried and decide to search for her. then they remember this tiffany bitch exists and go to her house. but suprise suprise,,,, in the house are also other sentient objects that are rivals upon our lucys crew!! the rest is about how they react to other sentient objects, how they deal with the rivalry, what kind of events the rivalry brings, and.... lucy. also that tiffany mf. ( can you tell i hate tiffany )

and... thats it :]

( also b4 i forget, i also own the blogs @internetlantern + @anemoiaimbrue :] )

in hopes of people noticing this account and having a good time here, its now time for me to vanish!!! bye-onara!!/ref

swoosh

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honeybcj · 11 days

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HAN HAN HAN HAN HAN

Karkarosier. oh my fucking god. I’ve been thinking about them all day omg you genius <3

Also the danse macabre mention got me excited, please feel free to ramble, mumble, rant about this or anything else about this ship please 🙏

Thank you for indoctrinating me bb xx

KARKAROSIER!!!! you’ve genuinely got me so excited, and yes, i’m convinced to rant on about danse macabre, so buckle your seatbelts and let’s go on a ride (bring any snacks you want, this might get long)

what sticks out to me most: “no one escapes the dance of death”

this is extremely important in the case of evan’s character. when i look at it, i have this feeling deep in my gut that he anticipated his death. he felt it in his bones. he could smell it before it even happened. as someone who spent most of their life fascinated by death, pain, and gore-induced madness, i think evan connected with Death in ways that others may not have thought. it’s not that he wanted to die, but his death was inevitable (just like everyones), but his untimely death did happen well before it should have. he didn’t fear it, he embraced it. to note, evan flat out refused to admit it out loud to anyone. he couldn’t bear the weight of telling others that he would, in fact, die.

i feel like evan is often portrayed as very cold and cadaverous, but to those around him, he unleashes this intense warmth. a possessive kind of “you’re mine, and i’m yours. we are unmovable.” his love is shown in the details, and by keeping that crucial piece of information to himself, he feels like he ultimately saved everyone an immense amount of despair. on the flip side of things, in the eyes of others, they view evan’s death like this tragedy. like his destiny wasn’t to die young, and it is just an unfortunate circumstance. because even those who cause harm and inflict pain and thrive in the hands of death, they too experience suffering, guilt, anger, impossible anguish. they too sob and scream and choke on their own breath. and at the end of the day, one thing remains constant: death equalizes us all. and in evan’s death, he is just like everyone else, but in life, in the land of the living, his memory is put on a pedestal, specifically by karkaroff (and barty too, but for all intents and purposes, i will keep it strictly to karkaroff).

after evan’s death, karkaroff quite literally dances towards death. it’s a terrifying means of coping with the suffering. but he wants to taste death, needs it to heal what he’s been stripped of. almost, if you’d like to take it that far, there was a soul tie between the two of them. when evan’s soul stopped calling out, karkaroff didn’t go off the deep end. he just went quiet. he held onto his love for the dark arts, continued to study it and even in his days of being trapped alone, he pushed on with the memory of evan. so when, in canon, he says “evan rosier” there’s a small part of him that hopes, desperately so, that it was all some sort of nightmare and he isn’t actually dead. karkaroff deeply believes the person should have been barty. so when he finally gets to say “barty crouch…junior”, the relief he feels is immeasurable, yet he still remains a coward. he can’t face it any longer. he tries, so fucking hard, to push through, but it’s not the same. not without evan.

here’s the thing: they were literally death eaters. surrounded by death, embracing death. because that’s all there was to it. they didn’t care about the repercussions. karkaroff only started to care when evan died. he couldn’t keep doing it, but their relationship, whatever it may have been, revolved solely around the complexities and intricacies of death and the morbid curiosities of life. at this point, karkaroff chases Death, but Death says “not yet. it’s not your time.” again, instead of breaking and losing his will fully, he keeps on existing, but as nothing more than a coward, living to try and appease a younger, more innocent version of himself. the same young boy that would find comfort in the cold nights traipsing through the woods or collecting bits and pieces of the world around him to study and explore.

i do, truly, feel compelled to keep going on about these two, but i will stop there because i don’t want to bore anyone (like who is even gonna sit there and read all that????) anywho! that’s what i have to say about it!!!! MWAH MWAH MWAH

#han’s asks #royal tag #karkarosier

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nightcovefox · 2 months

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Nightmares…

Character(s): Llewellyn (Lu) and Rosa

Plot: Lu wakes up from a nightmare unfortunately his big brother isn’t here to help him, but a certain Bookworm is.

Warnings: Warnings a bit of gore? (Explaining it), a bit of death (From Lu’s Dream), but there will be comfort/Fluff (From Rosa), also some mentions of Despair AU? (From Pastelprince, you know if Cursa took over half of the galaxy the heroes lost?) (I wonder if that's the correct AU name?)

A/n: I’m having a nightmare myself, guess who’s not sleeping tonight? But writing helps.. A bit. Ehh anyways, Enjoy Reading~!<3

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Lu shot up awake. He look around and see he was in his room. He was safe.. Safe.. Safe.. Right?!

That dream.. No.. Nightmare felt so real.. He was trapped!! His brother became one of them. Along with his friends! He was alone and about it- No. It's best not to talk about it.

Lu was shaking, looked over to his side, and saw his brother was not there. Where is he?! Wait!! Did they take him too?! Oh.. No.. Oh no… OH NO!!!!?

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Meanwhile on the other side of the room. Here lays Rosa reading her books in her room. She’s supposed to sleep at this hour.. But she wasn't feeling it.. Huh.. Surprisingly..-?

“Hmmm..” Rosa hummed, flipping the pages from her book. She heard a loud thud next to her room. What?! Ehh.. Probably means Lu playing around- It's midnight no way he can be awake-

*THUD*

Rosa sighed and closed her book. Slowly getting out of bed and walking out of her room, bringing her book with her. She knock on Lu’s door softly. “Lu? It's me Rosa.. Are you okay?”

..Nothing from the other side.

She puts her star bunny ears on the door to hear clearly. She can hear whimpers from the other side. Lu..

She opened the door and she was correct. Lu wrapped around in a burrito blanket, trying to calm down quietly. “Lu?” She mumbled placing her book down. Lu sniffed as he saw his best friend. “Rosie!!” he cried, getting up and hugging her tightly. Rosa was cut off guard but wrapped her arms around him. “Okay? Of course, I would..-”

“Rosie.. You are okay... You’re safe.. Okay.. Safe.. Not like them..” Lu mumbled, hugging his friend tighter. ‘What..?’ she thinks in her head. Very confused about what he was saying but realized he had a nightmare..

“Lu..? Did you have a nightmare..?” she asked softly. Lu slowly nods his head. “Do you want to talk about it..?”

“A bit..” he mumbled, shaking in fear. “I’m here to listen..” said Rosa patting behind his back.

“Well.. We were fighting Cursa.. And.. She struck her tentacle to Mari..! He was cursed.. Along with the others.. I-I was running away with Jeanie, Edge, You, and Mario.. Until you w-were attacked.. And I-I didn't s-save you- I watched it all happen.. Blood s-splattered everywhere.. M-Mari.. And t-the others w-were l-like them-!! I-I.. My o-own brother killed m-me.. I-I-” Lu explained, tears escaping from his eye. “Shhh.. Sh..” whispered Rosa hugging her friend tightly. “It was a nightmare.. We're all okay.. You are okay.. Curse is gone.” said Rosa trying to calm down her friend.

Lu sniffled, trying to calm himself down. But more tears came down and he was.. Just so scared. It felt real.

Rosa quietly hummed, removing her arms around him. One hand holding his hand while the other wiping away his tears. For a short minute her little tune calmed Lu down a bit. Only sniffles can be heard from him.

“Would you like me to read a story for you?” Rosa suggested.

Lu nods his head.

“Alright..”

Rosa used her magic to gently lift Lu up and set him down on his bed, climbing up and sitting down with him. “Y-You won’t leave me here.. Right..?” Lu whimpered. “No, I will be here. Not leaving your side,” said Rosa, opening her book.

“Beauty And The Beast Chapter 1. Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle…”

…

Lu was fast asleep, sleeping on Rosa’s shoulder. Rosa stopped her reading, looked over at her shoulder, and smiled seeing Lu fall asleep. It was worth it reading two chapters. Until they read Chapter 3 together tomorrow. She put a bookmark on the page and closed the book. Set the book on the side and lay her head on Lu’s blanket head. She sighed, falling asleep.

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I kinda want to right the Despair AU, but I need to check the lore to get it right. And Nightmares can be a pain.

#m+rsoh #rabbid luigi #rabbid rosalina #I headcanon Rosa to have powers like Rosalina #BATB reference?#m+rsoh fanfic

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white-weasel · 3 months

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Saw VII and Jigsaw thoughts this fine Saw Saturday! (We actually watched the movies on Thursday but shhh it was Saw Saturday for us in spirit)

I am so sad that Saw VII was…. Not Very Good to put it mildly. Very rushed and all over the place and just did not give me the same feeling as the other Saw movies which was upsetting as this was kinda supposed to be the end cap of the main series :(

Dr. Lawrence Gordon, the character you are. I was so excited when I saw that he came back for this movie but was so disappointed when he was barely in it. I was really hoping for him to be more involved in the story or at the very least to be given a little more explanation for why he joined up as an apprentice. Like give me this man’s psyche and emotional state!!! What made *him* decide to help John do unto others what was done to him? Did he buy into the philosophy? Did he develop some sort of weird Stockholm Syndrome when John nursed him back to health after he survived his trap?

Idk if this is just me but they treated Jill kinda weirdly in this movie? Quite literally just kept her locked in rooms and not allowed to do anything and like. Obviously I would also run to police protection if I had just tried to kill an incredibly dangerous serial killer and failed like Jill did at the end of Saw VI, but I just wish they gave her something more interesting to do than have a weird dream about Hoffman killing her with a train car and cower in fear

The blood and violence was so bad this movie and I genuinely don’t know why. My guess is it’s something to do with the movie being shot/intended for 3D? But even then I don’t think that should make the blood, like, pink right? I’m not watching Saw for the gore necessarily but it was a bit disappointing when you’d see Hoffman’s face ripped open from the end of 6, and then the next shot it looked totally different

(Speaking of the 3D, the scene at the end with Gordon tossing the saw was so unintentionally funny because of it. Like, yes king throw your hacksaw at the audience)

On the plus side I thought the character of Bobby was an interesting angle to explore. A man who basically used Jigsaw for clout and profited off of faking trauma then has to go on and live through that same trauma x10

(It is kinda weird that his wife was punished for his mistakes though considering she literally didn’t know he was lying……… like we saw in 6 with the mother and son that John doesn’t want to hurt those he thinks haven’t done anything wrong (though of course his logic on what that is is skewed) but now he’s suddenly cool using this woman as motivation for a man to do these traps? Seems off)

Mostly solid trap designs this time around!

Jigsaw survivor support group is also interesting! I couldn’t tell if everyone in that scene was actually survivors we had previously seen, but it was cool to be able to pick out a few of them and be like “oh my god I remember you!”

Wish we had gotten to see more Hoffman this movie as well, though seeing him go complete cold blooded killer in the police station was kinda fun, even if it was extremely goofy and unrealistic

If they wanted to, I could definitely see a world where Hoffman is still alive. Yeah he doesn’t have the saw to cut off his own leg, but we know you can skip the chain by breaking your own foot (Eric Matthews) and we also know Hoffman has no qualms about doing that sort of thing to survive (Reverse Bear Trap escape) so he definitely did that. The only question is if he could actually get out of the bathroom afterwards

There’s probably a lot I’m missing about my Saw VII thoughts but unfortunately it’s probably my least favorite of the bunch rn. I think it had some good ideas, some ideas that I was actually super invested in, but the execution was rushed and a lot of our existing characters were seemingly flattened to make them work

So maybe it’s just because I was coming off the disappointment in VII, but Jigsaw was an enjoyable movie to me! The pacing could be a little bit weird, but I also recognize that it was made like… 7 years after the last movie and they were probably trying to find a way to “modernize” the franchise and bring in new fans

The main thing I didn’t appreciate about this movie is how I felt it basically had to trick me for its twist to work. I absolutely LOVE the idea of “the game you’re seeing play out actually happened 10 years ago. We just didn’t say it was a flashback.” It’s such a classic saw thing to do and a lot of it a was foreshadowed. However stuff like the technology level and some of the fashion choices of the victims (I’m thinking specifically of the style of jeans Mitch wore) don’t always work with what would have been around in like 2001 or earlier. Maybe that’s me showing my age and I’m underestimating what was around in the late 90s/early 00s but it just made me a little mad because I felt I couldn’t just sit in the twist and instead had to justify why it didn’t make sense

I do however like the idea of Logan being someone who was saved from his trap by John. He was put in for making a careless mistake, only for John himself to make a mistake in his sedative dosage, not giving him an actual fair chance to fight for his life. It does help bridge the gap between the very obviously personal revenge John took in his first trap with Cecil towards the philosophy he spouts about the games being about appreciating your life later in the timeline

Genuinely though the whole movie I thought the killer was gonna be Detective Hunt, Halloran’s partner. I totally thought it was gonna be something similar to Logan where he wanted revenge on Halloran due to all the shit he had gotten away with. Also, the movie made such a point that “omg the body showed up at Eleanor’s studio/warehouse but only Logan and Eleanor knew about that place” but like….. Hunt followed them to that location. He could have gone in and placed the body there later to frame everyone and then told the cops about the workshop just to make sure the evidence was found. I was so convinced it was him because I felt like Logan was a bit too obvious for most of the movie lol

I liked the shotgun barn game. Very good early Saw trap/game. Short, sweet, and gets the lesson across

Logan’s reveal was hard as fuck, I don’t care what anyone says. I already made a post about how that scene is full of banger lines but it bears repeating: “I am him” “You have a choice: scream or don’t” “I speak for the dead” like okay sir go off

Logan certainly isn’t the most interesting apprentice or character, but I truly think that’s only because we don’t get to see him as an apprentice very much. From everything I’ve seen, he does not come back for either of the next two movies which I think is such a shame because there’s something to explore here with him being the first apprentice! With him being moreso an equal to John, teaching him part of his philosophy that’s so iconic about him, that’s a different apprentice dynamic from what we’d seen before and ahhhh I just wanna know the direction they would have taken this guy

Also makes me curious how much the other apprentices knew about each other. Amanda and Hoffman obviously interacted, but did anyone know about Logan? Was he just like “none of my business” when shit was going off the rails after John died? I want answers on how the Jigsaw apprentice relationships operate lmao

Overall, not the best Saw Saturday showing but yknow what, they can’t all be bangers. At the very least these movies have given me something to chew on and I also still enjoyed myself a lot. Saw, they could never make me hate you even if they’re doing the most with it!!!

I’m hopeful that my friend and I will be able to watch both Spiral and Saw X next week and then we’ll officially be through all of them and I won’t have to worry about any more spoilers! Hooray!

#sawposting #saw series #saw franchise #white weasel talks

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autism-connoisseur · 7 months

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do tell your realization pleasepls

hoffman and strahm from saw are like. a perfect kismessitude. IM GONNA RANT ABOUT IT UNDER THE CUT ACTUALLY . spoilers for saw and tw for. well gore violence and death

so so. mark hoffman is a jigsaw apprentice. like he puts people on traps. "i want to play a game" and all that. he's also a detective!! he's the one grabbing info about potential victims (as jigsaw targets people who he thinks don't value their lives, and people with criminal records do unfortunately mostly meet that idea to him) and since he's been on the jigsaw investigation since the beginning he also purposefully screws up and leads them away from the truth.

but eventually the case gets too big and the fbi gets involved, that's where strahm comes in. this all happens at the beginning of saw iv, and this movie and the next one have strahm as a central character (saw v more)

the thing is, as of saw iv, we don't actually know hoffman is an apprentice, so when he gets "kidnapped" and put in a trap you go like :O. strahm and his partner pérez attempt to stop the game that's taking place but they don't manage to. they do get very close, but a lot of jigsaws thing is to read people and so he sets a trap for agent pérez and apparently kills her. strahm loses it and practically forces the location of the game from jigsaw's ex wife and then goes there, but by the time he arrives the game is over. it turns out saw iv and saw iii happen at the same time so the only one left is saw iii's protagonist, who has just murdered jigsaw. then we also find out about hoffman who leaves his coworker (the guy in the game) to die and shuts strahm in

saw v starts right afterwards and strahm starts exploring the place despite being warned not to, so hoffman (in disguise as pig mask) attacks him, knocks him out, and puts him in an unbeatable trap: a cube around his head slowly filling with water. strahms pockets are emptied and he can move his arms and legs but can't unlock or break the cube. but he survives because he finds a pen in his pocket and performs a tracheostomy on himself (some people theorize that hoffman left it there on purpose to see if strahm could survive. but i dont think so because the look he gives him when he sees strahm survived...)

THATS WHEN THEY GET ALL BLACKROM. strahm realizes quite early that hoffman is jigsaw, he can't prove it but he knows so he gets obsessed with hoffman. at the same time there's another game going but strahm was removed from the investigation. half the movie is strahm tracing hoffman's steps and imagining him standing there as well and trying to imagine what he did and cursing him under his breath it's so funny he's obsessed OBSESSED.

eventually he tracks down hoffman to a room with an open coffin with glass on it where a tape plays and addresses him by name, which means there's a trap and it's for him. hoffman walks into the room mid-tape SYRINGE IN HAND ((they use the syringes to knock people out, people theorize he wanted to catch strahm off guard and try to talk him into joining him)) and they get into a fight. atp the tape has only said that the coffin is the room's safe stop, and that pain is granted but it means survival. usually the tapes give out hints on how to survive but this one wasn't done. strahm wins the fight and locks hoffman into the coffin, thinking that means he just trapped hoffman in his own trap. the door locks and the walls starting closing in. strahm demands hoffman to tell him how to open it, hoffman points to the tape.

BECAUSE STRAHM'S TEST WAS TO TRUST HOFFMAN. it says "I ask you, agent strahm. have you learnt enough to trust me?". strahm tries to survive, he yells at hoffman "i know what you are, I know" and "i got you", tries to climb the walls and all... his arm snaps, his blood falls on the coffin which was being lowered into the ground, the way the entire scene is shot is.... I cant explain you have to see it. then saw v ends with strahm dying but he haunts the narrative for saw vi. hoffman keeps his hand and carries it around. he frames him for his own crimes. perez turns out to be alive and suspects hoffman the entire time. after strahm's death hoffman becomes much more brutal almost like his humanity died with him.

they hate each other they are obsessed with each other they know the other so well they can predict what they will do they look at each other like they want to eat them alive (especially hoffman) they are narrative foils strahm haunts hoffman's narrative after he dies. kismessitude at its finest.

#pau rambles #homestuck #sawposting #hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #asks #pyrobot1cs

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brightbeautifulthings · 3 months

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Find Him Where You Left Him Dead by Kristen Simmons

"'You're more likely to get eaten by an alligator than die in a plane crash, which is twenty-nine million to one, by the way.'"

Year Read: 2023

Rating: 3/5

About: When they were kids, five friends started a mysterious game called Meido. Only four of them survived. Now in high school, the remaining four are summoned by the ghost of their dead friend to complete the game by dawn or be trapped inside its uncanny Japanese underworlds forever. I received a free e-ARC through NetGalley from the publishers at Tor Teen. Trigger warnings: character death, body horror, gore, captivity, violence, fires, drowning, spiders, neglect.

Thoughts: This is such a great title, isn't it? I would have picked it up based on that alone, but the premise of a horror game really grabbed me. I forget sometimes how hit and miss that trope can be, and it's not my favorite here. The readers don't know the rules because the characters don't know the rules, so there's never any sense about what's working or not working in the "game" or when/why they're going to be punished for breaking the rules. Everything is sort of hastily (and sometimes wrongly) explained after the fact. The game structure ultimately ends up being a bit flimsy, and I feel a little bait and switched into reading what's more like a standard other-world dark fantasy novel.

And we know I struggle with fantasy. It was extra hard for me here because each time the characters "level up," I had to reinvest myself in an entirely new setting with new monsters and NPCs. The chapters are plenty long enough to do this, and Simmons excels at world-building and descriptions, but it didn't stop me from feeling bogged down in all the changes and details. I suspect this has far more to do with me not really being a fantasy person (not even horror fantasy, unfortunately) than anything the novel does wrong. The Japanese folklore elements are really interesting and creatively done, and that was probably my favorite aspect of the book.

The characters are enjoyable and distinct enough, if not terribly memorable. The book relies a lot on their past friendships to ground the group, but given that we're not present for that and they all hate each other now, it's not as effective as it could be. Then there's also the fact that the game makes them randomly start forgetting things, so they suddenly start acting like friends again. There's not a lot of consistent development among the five of them, aside from a couple shaky romantic subplots. I did like the build-up to one character reveal far more than I liked another. It works well the first time, and the second time I was just bothered that everything kept changing. Pick a plot point/setting/backstory and stick with it, please. I suspect most of this would come clear on a second read, but I'm not invested enough for that, nor to continue with the series.

#book review #kristen simmons #find him where you left him dead #death games #ya horror #netgalley #tor teen #3/5 #rating: 3/5 #2023

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whumpshaped · 1 year

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MADE UP FIC TITLE

"My Unbecoming"

ok ok ok ok ok i have. Thoughts.

tw major character death, exploitation, fantasy racism and discrimination, war and murder, captivity, revenge, kidnapping, gore, torture

A is a monster trapped underground w other monsters. made to fight in fighting rings or otherwise exploited but its okay bc theyre bloodthirsty monsters

A fully believes this themself, they think theyre the villain, and when they slowly and painstakingly come up with a plan to get themself and the other monsters out, they think it's a bad evil plan that will result in many murders

not even that. not even as a side effect. as a goal.

B is the child of an influential monster hunter/monster keeper/whatever. they know monsters = bad

they see the fights and exploiation and think wow i sure am glad these monsters are locked away! wouldnt wanna meet one in an alley at night!

unfortunately for B, they're the key to this plan. A plans to kidnap them and hold them hostage. and they do

B is held between the monsters they were taught to despise and fear. they come to learn it was for good reason, because the monsters torment them and hurt them in so many ways... except A. A never actually hurts them for fun. they were the one to kickstart the plan and they never intervene, but still, B develops somewhat of a stockholm syndrome

the plan included B's family wanting to fiercely protect their child- that doesn't happen. no one tries to save B, everyone seems fine with leaving them to die if it means they don't have to risk the safety of the status quo. what's one person's death compared to the whole civilization crumbling?

but the plan doesnt stop. A is furious that the humans would be so cruel and heartless. fueled by that rage, they still go through with the rampage, firing up the rest of their friends enough to break through the human defences.

B sees all that murder and blood and gore and chaos and think wow. why dont i feel absolutely anything for these people who were supposed to be the good guys but left me down there to rot

A is about to tear B's father's throat out when B stops them. says they want to do it themself. and they do.

B is so disillusioned with humans that after the plan succeeds and the monsters get out, they urge A to just go and wipe out all of them. theyre cruel monsters, crueler than the Actual monsters, they deserve to die

thats when A realises that all humans are rotten to the core and only care for destruction. they come to the same conclusion, that they as monsters are less bloodthirsty than the humans. they thought of themself as the villain and yet they find themself wanting peace now that theyre out, as opposed to what this human wants. not only that, but they look around and find all their monster friends just enjoying the sun and the fresh air. none of them want to murder more than necessary, even though they fantasised about it for ages underground

A ends up founding a monster community far from the human settlements. they also keep B, for whatever reason. maybe they got attached. maybe they want the stupid human to see what monsters are really after. the peace of this new era...

ending 1: B is too obsessed with getting their revenge on the humans and tries to run off to go on their own rampage. A catches them before it could happen and ends up killing them to make sure no war could break out

ending 2: A doesnt manage to catch them before and B gets killed by the humans

ending 3: theres a self sacrifice situation and B ends up getting A killed. with the death of their leader, the monsters go to war. B gets their wish of destruction fulfilled, and the monsters keep them around to torture long after the war is already over and won

#is this coherent #idk #i had many vivid images #tried to string them along #idk....#made up fic titles #kidnapping #captivity #war #torture #major character death #exploitation #gore #murder #revenge

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teamfortresstwo · 6 months

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Hello hi :]

Fun fact to start with: lucifer is scared of ghosts but not real ghosts, just the way fictional ghosts are presented. Yes that’s a deranged way of acting. Lucifer sees real ghosts who are covered in gore and viscera and having mental health episodes but also goes “shit is that a fucking ghost??” when he hears things fall over.

When Niki first sees lucifer, he sees him while he’s interacting with Zephyrus, meaning that lucifer is not willing to break his “non-threatening and kind of dumb in a silly way” act. So lucifer just plays dumb, and pretends he cannot see a ghost there. In addition to this, ghosts can see each other’s real appearances, so Niki sees what looks like the corpse of Ares Usotsuki (but different??) getting blood literally everywhere, and lucifer sees a guy who looks like he got blown up with a bomb and has chunks of viscera surrounding him. This isn’t how anyone else would see either of them.

Later on, Niki meets another undead character who directs him towards lucifer as the one who can give ghosts the abilities to appear more clearly or show them how to interact with things. And Niki does not believe this one bit, especially not understanding why ghosts would be scared of the guy.

While Niki lost his skill after death, lucifer didn’t lose his, he can still create illusions, and due to never having had a physical form fully, he’s more accustomed to the way he needs to interact with things. So not only can lucifer appear to people, he can also choose exactly how and in what fashions he wants to. The sand he controls gives him a semi-permanent body as well, so despite being a ghost, he’s even stronger than most living people, making him the most powerful ghost character by a very long way.

So Niki goes into talking to lucifer with incredibly low expectations and he is Proved Fucking Wrong. unfortunately. this is athanasios nikitas we’re talking about. he does not like being proved wrong nor being wrong at all. He doesn’t ask for help. He refuses to, says he didn’t need it actually, and just wanted to test if lucifer was actually who people said he was. And he does not for a second show how terrified he was. Because not only could lucifer control basically how long Niki is trapped in hell (hell? For him at least), but he’s also got the mind of if Ares Usotsuki was never told to Fucking Stop Messing Around With Dangerous Things, and the mental illnesses to prove it.

But Lucifer also very vaguely remembers Niki existing, because he has his own memories of his own life, so there’s this unspoken assumption that they both know the other person when really neither of them has a clue.

Niki avoids him after that.

AUGHHHHHHHHHH,,,,,,, I love Niki so much he means so much to me. I’m so eepy but I’m rotating him around in my brain.

#does he ever mistake Lucifer for Ares?#if so how does that go down?#Also god I love people who are stuck in hells of their own making <3333 he’s such a prick <333333333

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 2 years

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Pairing: Yandere! Bruno x reader

Prompt: “Tell me how much you love me”

Description: For someone who claimed to love you, Bruno sure was... strange about it. If he wanted you to love him back so bad, maybe he should have considered that before he kidnapped you and took your limbs hostage?

Content warning: Inappropriate use of a stand (unzipping readers limbs as a punishment), kidnapping, non con/dub con touching, crying, reader is a stand user, a little bit of mind break as a treat, ask to tag

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1781

Notes: Finally I actually write a character yan when the prompt calls for it lol. Also sorry this took me so fucking long! I hope you enjoy I’m really on a roll tonight!! Also, this lowkey feels like a hot mess but I suppose it be like that the first time u write for a character. I guess I am still new here lol

Edited: Added more spacing, fixed minor grammar and spelling errors.

He always did this when you did something he didn’t like.

You did things he didn’t like often, though. It was fun to see how far you could push his patience; it was your one joy in this place. He hadn’t exploded on you, yet, but you were certain you could get him there.

Surely Bruno didn’t love you so much as he claimed to let every one of your so called ‘wrong doings’ go by the way side with his ridiculous punishments.

“Come now bella, you know how to make this stop.” Bruno cooed, just out of arms reach from you.

From the your mid thigh down, you had no limbs-- Sticky fingers doing. You could see your legs laying nicely on the bed a ways away from the arm chair you were set up in.

You were surprised you still had your arms; you thought Bruno had learned his lesson last time he got close to you and you used your Stand, Glory and Gore to give him a headache so strong no medicine could help it.

Your so called shared rooms was dimmed for days and you were allowed to make no sound. A small victory when it came to him. You figured after a stunt like that he would finally snap.

Unfortunately for you, it just lead to your current predicament.

“Why don’t you come a little closer and I can stop this all now.” You growled.

You weren’t stupid enough as to reach forward, lest you be stranded on the floor. However, Glory had a very small range. It was less than a meter, in fact, and she was most effective when you could touch your opponent.

Bruno simply tutted, frowning.

“It’s not that hard, _____,” Oh boy, he rarely called you by anything than one of his other pet names.

You must have really upset him!

“All you have to do is tell me how much you love me and I’ll put you back together.” He smiled softly at you.

As charming as he was, you were well past falling for his facade. No, you would be as unruly and terrible as you could for as long as Bruno kept you trapped here against your will.

“Hmm…” You pretended to think about it a moment. “Well… I don’t think I want to.” You kicked the stubs you had left of your thighs, and shrugged a little. “I mean, its kinda nice having you far away from me for once. After all, who knows what Glory and I have in store for you this time.”

You figured, next time he got close enough to touch you should give him some gross disease, or maybe just get it over with and give him a heart attack. You were tired of playing these games with him.

You watched with delight as he frowned. The two of you were at a standstill, of course. If Bruno died by your hand before Sticky Fingers rezipped your limbs it wouldn't be fantastic for you. You could probably make it back to your legs and have Glory heal you before you bled out but it wasn’t really a chance you wanted to take.

“What a shame…” he sighed, rising from his seat and moving towards the bed where your legs lay.

“Hey what the heck do you think you’re doing?” Calmly, he sat by your legs on the bed. “Don’t you touch my legs Bruno!”

“It’s a shame I can only touch you when you’re like this cara. Don’t you know how good I could make you feel?” Despite his sweet tone, Bruno's touch did anything but calm you.

You hated that you could feel the heat of his hand resting on your legs, how you could feel his fingers gently tapping your skin.

“W-wait, wait!” You cried.

All you wanted to do was pull your legs up to yourself. You hated other people touching you-- Bruno the most. He was always so handsy when you weren’t paying attention…

“I’ll say it, I’ll say it! Just please, please stop touching me… you know how uncomfortable that makes me…” You sighed softly, looking down at where your legs should be.

With one final kiss to your thigh (you hated the way it raised goosebumps to your flesh) Bruno rose with a satisfied smirk, returning to his seat before you.

“So, was there something you wanted to say to me bella?” You swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

You had been here this long, you at least knew what he wanted to hear and how he liked it said…

“Bruno…” You sighed, softening your tone in the soft and demure way that he seemed to like. Already, he was eating it up. “I just want you to know that…” You paused a moment, watching with disgust as his pupils dilated and his cheeks dusted with color.

“...I hate you! I hate you so much some days I wonder how I use to tolerate being in your squad. I don’t know how I’ve manged so far stuck with you!” You raised your voice, yelling at him now.

He was silent a moment, his face dark. Boy, he really must not have liked that… maybe you finally pissed him off enough to let you go or kill you. Or give you the chance to kill him, that would be great!

“You simply don’t know when to give up…” Bruno sighed heavily, rising dramatically from his chair.

“Give up? I won’t ever stop fighting you Bruno! I won’t ever love you!” You pushed him further, glaring with pure malice in your eyes as he only stocked closer to you.

You were so caught up in your emotions, you didn’t even think to attack him, crying out instead when he used his superior speed and strength against you.

“Sticky Fingers!” In a moment, Bruno held your arms in his, frowning all the while. You didn’t even know how it happened but your stand was useless if you couldn’t touch him with your hands.

And there was no way you could control your limbs if they weren't connected to your body.

“B-bruno wait, no!”

You were helpless to stop him as he unceremoniously tossed your arms to join your legs on the bed. He loomed before you now, staring down at your useless form. You squirmed under his intense.

“I-I don’t care what your punishment is, I’ll say I love you as many times as you want me to but please, please don’t touch me!” You begged him now, leaning back farther in the seat as best you could.

Bruno ignored you, picking up your body as if you weighed nothing and taking your seat in the armchair. Once seated, he sat you in his lap, snugly wrapping his arms around your waist as you did your best to struggle out of his grasp.

It was useless, you both knew, but Bruno didn’t bother to stop you.

“Ah ah, you had your chance for forgiveness cara. But you couldn’t just say you loved me…” Bruno sighed, brushing some hair away from your neck. You couldn’t see his face and for that, you were glad.

“Now you have to deal with your real punishment. I hope you understand.” All you could do was whimper and he pulled you closer and placed what someone might call a sweet kiss on your neck.

“P-please, wait.” Your struggling had stopped altogether, now you were trying to squirm out of his touch.

You hated it, hated the way his calloused hands felt so pleasant, how his lips felt so soft against your skin and that even now, when he claimed to be punishing you, he was nothing but gentle.

“Anything else!” You begged.

Bruno merely tipped your head to the side for better access to your neck. You went limp as he began to leave a mark, a pitiful little whimper leaving your as Bruno indulged in holding you, in showing you his love.

You really did hate Bruno-- everything about him drove you crazy. Most of all, though, you hated how… he seemed to be wearing you down. Because as the time passe his touch seemed less and less terrifying and more… pleasant. Comforting almost.

“You’re doing so good for me tersoro… Imagine just how sweet this could be if you behaved.” You only nod at his words, too lost in your thoughts to really say anything. “It’s not so hard to be docile, is it?”

Bruno dared to place a chase kiss on the corner of your lips. You knew you were done for when your lips when to follow his and saw the sweet smile on his face. “Now, bella, was there something you had to say to me?” He waited patiently, turning you in his lap so you were forced to meet his gaze.

“I… love you Bruno.”

You don’t know what disgusted you more; how easy the words slipped from your tongue, or how Bruno’s blue eyes lit up in pure delight as you muttered the words.

They could very well be true, from how Bruno had you acting at this point.

“You’re doing so well cara! Was that so hard?” He laughed softly, resting his forehead against yours.

You stayed silent, letting the words you just said wash over you. Maybe it was true… You had been here so long, you didn’t know anymore.

Did you love Bruno?

Maybe, if he was the only person you would ever see again. Perhaps you didn’t hate him, but yourself--for ever allowing yourself to fall for a despicable man like him.

“Now, lets get you back together again, hmm?” His voice was nothing if not soft and sweet.

“Okay…” Your voice is quiet, far different that the fight you had in you before.

You felt so defeated.

The fire you had to you before was all but gone, but Bruno didn't seem to mind one bit. It wasn’t often you gave him an easy moment; Bruno wasn’t one to question his good luck.

“Um… Bruno?”

“Yes, tesoro?”

You didn’t like how his soft gaze made your heart pound, how his warm hands on your waist made you feel… funny.

But you wanted more.

How long had it been since you let another person touch you?

“Could I… maybe get another kiss?” When did your voice get so small? When did you start to mutter?

When had you started to watch his attention...?

“Of course! You don’t have to ask…”

Bruno was happy to indulge you, slotting his lips against your own and easily supporting you.

Your life here, with Bruno, wasn't all that great... But maybe they didn’t have to be so bad.

After all, Bruno loved you.

You shouldn’t feel bad about loving him back… You were only making the both of you more miserable, after all.

Maybe it was better this way, being his little doll. Then again, with his trust earned, maybe you could kill him.

Get your freedom.

It was something to consider. For now you would… indulge in him. Let yourself be loved, if only for a little while…

#jjba #yandere bruno x reader #yandere bruno #Bruno Buccerati x reader #yandere jjba #yandere x reader

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the-royal-petals · 2 years

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Welcome to HYDRA - Stranger Things x Marvel Crossover

Description:

Keira Johnstone, an ex-SHIELD Agent, now Sorcerer, has been captured after protecting a group of kids from an attack from the Mind Flayer. Now trapped in HYDRA for the 3rd time in her life, she has almost accepted her fate.

For months, she has been hatching a plan to escape, however it is impossible to execute alone. When an American prisoner is introduced to the camp, who has crucial information about the threat she is investigation, she invites him to her small team to escape the base.

She knew now that things were going to be okay.

[ Stranger Things season 4 spoilers ]

[ Multiverse of Madness spoilers ]

Warnings: Gore Mention, Violence,

Notes:

Keira Johnstone is my OC who you will be seeing in an upcoming story called "Sacred Oaths." This will help you get a feel of Keira's character :3

This story is also inspired by Stranger Things 3 and 4, not everything will be accurate and a few things have been changed.

I haven't wrote anything for Stranger Things before so some people may not be in character. I hope you can give this fic a chance <3

This is a Stephen Strange x OC thing!

[ Current Chapter ] - [ Chapter 2 ] - [ Chapter 3 ] - [ Chapter 4 ] - [ Chapter 5 ]

Chapter 1 -- Welcome to HYDRA

Keira has lost count of how long she has been stuck in here. Even now, she never regretted saving those kids. She would do it again if it meant they were going to be safe; even if it meant she had to suffer in the meantime. It wasn’t like she hadn’t suffered before. She is no stranger to it.

HYDRA captured her Seven months ago, after she ran into a group of mercenaries that had been hunting a mystical threat. They told her the threat came from another world — another dimension of sorts. They named it ‘The Upside Down’ and the threat, ‘The mind flayer.’ Stephen and Wong had sent Keira out to investigate; what seemed like a small mission, led one thing to another. During the mission, the Mind Flayer captured the kids, tying them up onto chairs and strapped them against the wall, unable to move a muscle. It was a 50/50 choice: Save the kids and risk your own life, or run away and risk 5 lives. Of course Keira had a heart.

Why would she risk their lives?

Not long after she had saved them, HYDRA caught up and captured her, sending her back into their base – yet again living out that same nightmare she could never escape from.

The cells were just like all the other bases. If not worse. The walls were crumbling and gathered rot and mould. Blood covered the walls from where previous prisoners sat; in some of the walls bullet holes could be seen. The prisoners were forced to sit and sleep on the damp floor; the bench was practically unusable. While Keira had accepted her fate, the other prisoners set their jackets and other materials they could get their hands on and put them on the floor to keep themselves dry; no matter what, they still got wet.

Everyone in the cell had one thing in common, they were all broken. Shattered. Each had their own story to tell, their own lives, and yet they had one thing in common; they were trapped. Each day, they would relive the past and torture with no hope of escaping. If Keira could get captured so easily, a SHIELD agent to be exact, how would anyone else escape?

Food was given to the prisoners every two days. They’d get a small roll of bread, and a candy bar, along with a small carton of juice. Training in SHIELD told the agents to ration the food out as much as possible, making sure they’d have enough energy to fight back for when the time comes. Unfortunately, with how little food the prisoners got, some had lost weight and even strength to fight back.

Keira, however, was in a far worse state than the other prisoners. What they received was mercy. Blood covered her face and matted hair, streaking down from her forehead. Her armour was torn in various places and her shirt hung by a thread, revealing cuts and dirt-covered wounds. Seven cuts spreaded across her face, one beneath her eye, three on her right cheek, one below her jaw and two on her left cheek. A black eye on her left restricted how much she could see, making it much harder to fight or navigate.

Those weren’t the worst of her injuries. She was sure she had a couple broken ribs, a sprain on her right ankle, a stab wound on her stomach and a slash wound on her back, reaching from the top right of her shoulder to her lower middle back. These were the same injuries HYDRA gave her in 1993.

HYDRA’s abuse was normal to Keira. Their shouts and screams became second nature like breathing – but she couldn’t breathe. Every breath felt like needles were being driven into her skin, piercing into her lungs. Her lungs were on fire. If HYDRA wasn’t going to kill her, sepsis or any other illnesses were going to catch up to her.

Keira could feel the sweat building up on her forehead. Her muscles felt like cement, aching in every area imaginable, pulsating and tightening with every inch she breathed. The cuts on her body weren’t hearing as well as she would’ve liked. It wasn’t like the guards were going to be doing anything. It was a miracle she stayed alive for this long.

It would be merciful to let her die.

Keira laid on the floor, her staggered breath was heard in the silence of the upper portion of the base. The door swung open to reveal a guard and a new prisoner. He had a clean shaven head, dusted in snowflakes and dirt. The guard shoved him and slammed the door shut. She watched as the male pounded on the door, demanding to be let out. All sorts of profanities and exclamations were said. She could remember when she was that merciless; if she was well enough, she would be able to take this entire base down with her magic.

“YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET THIS YOU COMMIE BASTARDS!” The male screamed, sending a final punch to the gate. All of the prisoners stared at the man. It was like they were pitying the man – he didn’t know what he was in for.

“You can shut the hell up.” Keira groaned, “they’re not going to let you out. You can quit your damn banging.” She glared at the man, pushing herself upright with the help of the broken bench, inhaling sharply as pain shot throughout her body.

The male stared at Keira.

“What the hell did they do to you?” He asked.

“Заткнись!.” ( Shut up! ) A prisoner stood up, standing square with the male. Their eyes lit with fire and anger, irritated with this imposter. “Нет вопросов.” ( No questions. )

The male rolled his eyes, looking back down at Keira. She seemed to be the only English speaking person in the room right now. “I don’t speak Russki, asshole!” He growled, pushing the prisoner back, “I don’t even want to be here!”

Keira had to bite her tongue. Should she interfere? A part of her screamed at her to ignore them and see how it played out. Her instincts of being a SHIELD leader kicked in.

“Перестаньте разговаривать” (STOP TALKING! ) Keira snapped, her voice was strained, making it much harder to emphasise her words. “You, stop. I don’t want to be here any more than you do, okay mate? Look, I’ve been here for almost a year. You’ve been here for ten minutes. Stop your whining. Stop complaining and suck it up. You’re stuck. Deal with it.” She went to reach for her leg where her gun holster would be, instead she felt nothing.

The male froze in place, so did the prisoner. The prisoner backed away and sat down, leaving the male be. In the prison, Keira earned some of the prisoner’s respect, being brave enough to stand up to the guards and even landing a blow on a few of them. That’s how she earned some of her injuries. Though, when she stopped fighting, so did the Russians.

Awkwardness filled the air.

The male glanced around the floor, his eyes searched for a place to sit down. He went to the broken bench and sat on the wood, the only partially dry part of the entire room.

“Are you the only one who speaks English?” He asked, attempting to put the awkward moment behind him.

Keira half-shrugged. “Not really. Some people speak English, though it’s quite broken. I’m the only fluent one,” she said quietly, avoiding full eye contact. She didn’t need to get to know him. The majority of people here end up dead anyway.

“And you speak Russian.”

“Yep.”

The male nodded.

“How’d you end up here?” He asked, leaning back against the wall. He had to try his best to not stare at her injuries. If the Russians were as bad as he thought they were, then this was the calm of the storm. There was no getting out of here.

“None of your damn business.” Keira glared. . . or as well as she could with the black eye she had. She was groggy, bored as hell, and definitely not in the mood for an interrogation from this American

The next three hours were filled with nothing besides a guard dropping off food at the door for the prisoners. With the outrage from the male, or ‘American’ as the Russians are now calling him, the guards have given them less food. Any sort of backlash or confrontation to the guards would always end up with some sort of consequences. It always depended on what it was. The worst punishment that they were given was being sent outside into the snow for a couple of hours.

For them, she created a small fire for the prisoners. That was one of many things that developed the Russian’s respect for her.

It was moments like these she was glad to be associated with the sorcerers. If she had her sling-ring with her, then she would be able to portal them and herself out; but thanks to HYDRA removing every kind of weapon on her, she was left with nothing. The only thing she was glad for was that none of the agents knew how to use the sling-ring.

She wondered what Stephen and Wong were doing right now. To them, they were probably thinking she was still investigating the new threat. Usually, these investigations took a long time, sometimes ending up with no contact — little did they know how much harm this would do. Deep inside, she really wanted to be back at Kamar-Taj, listening to Wong’s complaints about Stephen’s music choices, or being smothered to death by the affectionate sentient cloak. (Which she nicknames ‘Cloaky.’)

Stephen was the person she missed the most. The person she hoped would come and rescue her and the others. Despite what people said about him being arrogant and egotistical, she saw something much more than that. She saw him care for others and look after them. Recently, they had rescued a young teenager named ‘America Chavez’ from Wanda’s wrath.

From the first time she met him, when he was a doctor, to now when he has become one of the most respected sorcerers in the Mystic Arts, he has changed a lot.

Eventually, a guard opened the door and stepped inside. “Up.” The guard commanded, pointing to the group. Keira was the first person to stand, pushing herself to her feet using the wall for leverage. The American held out his hand to help her, which she hesitantly accepted.

“Where are we going?” He whispered, watching the other prisoners stand up in sync.

“Do you really think we are going to be sitting in here all day?” She whispered back, leaning close to him. “We need to work.”

The American stared at her in shock. “Wait. Work? In that state?”

Keira shrugged and pushed away his hands, shaking her head. “Welcome to HYDRA.”

[ Next Chapter ]

#Stranger Things #Stranger Things s4 #stephen strange #Marvel #Crossover #fanfic #Hopper #Eleven #Hawkings #HYDRA #No beta reader #stephen x oc #ao3 #stephenstrange #America Chavez #cloak of levitation

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tibby · 2 years

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Life is one big chess board. All the pieces represent a different type of person in this world. Every decision you make has an impact on the rest of your game. And one bad move can result in game over.

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Vash/Wolfwood Fanfic Recommendations

Top 2 Written by an Author I don’t Know Personally:

Vash and Wolf by Scaryliterary [Multi-Chapter]: Yes, I’m recommending a college AU. But the characters are dead on, the found family vibe is amazing, the dramatic scenes are gripping, and the major plot elements are reproduced in a surprising way. Rated M, mainly for disturbingly self-destructive moments, I think. Handmade Artisanal AU #1.

How to Sleep Above the Sky by hibem. This AU is just a hair’s breadth away from canon; it takes place among the Gung Ho Guns on a satellite above a Gunsmoke where the Fall never happened. It’s one of the most poetic and sensory things I’ve ever read, so I’ve read it at least 6 times. Vash is adorable. Beware of sad ending. Handmade Artisanal AU #2.

Tied for Third:

For Good by Celesma. Set in mangaverse after Wolfwood rescues Vash from the ark. What if Vash had gone to the Orphanage with him? The dialogue is amazing. This is where I get the headcanon that Wolfwood’s self-hating inner voice calls him “Nicky.” [Has NSFW moments].

The Only Nice Thing That Follows, by hellogaywatson [Multi-Chapter; in progress]: I recently realized how much my sense of Vash and Wolfwood’s interactions was inspired by this fic. Especially the wonderful quote that Wolfwood’s smoking is doing the world a public service. Probably the funniest, weirdest set of tags I’ve seen in Trigun fandom. Rated explicit, but nothing explicit actually happens in the first 8 chapters; I’d rate it T.

SFW

The Gospel According to Wolfwood by DWatson: from Wolfwood’s point of view–and in his voice. Absolutely nailed the voice. Rated T, manga-based.

Reflections of a Person who Smells Like Nicotine by Medokre: Deep dive into Wolfwood’s character featuring orphanage memories, symbolism, and sadness.

Scars, Cigarettes, and Scripture. Fun Vash & Wolfwood interaction between episodes 21 and 22. If you like both religious references and imagining what sort of dogs the Gung Ho Guns would be, you’ll enjoy it. Rated T, mostly for some gore and references to Wolfwood’s traumatic past.

Contrition by Perivale: Deep dive into Wolfwood’s character focusing on his conscience and religious beliefs, with more than a dash of poetry e e cummings style.

Not a Question of Morals by Sugar Pill: Vash is depressed about leaving Ericks behind. Wolfwood encourages Vash to be himself with an…unusual story. Teen.

Eden by Shinatobe [Multi-Chapter]: Roaring 20′s jazz club AU. When faced with the choice between death row or serving under the infamous Million Knives, Wolfwood’s choice is clear. Wolfwood is a little too weepy, but it’s still interesting. Rated T. Unfinished, unfortunately.

Varilien brings the fluff.

Also, I’ve been known to write Vash/Wolfwood fic from time to time. So does @caps4dayz (10KThunderingTyphoons) right here on Tumblr!

NSFW

The Difference in Years by Katilara: Deals with the implications of Wolfwood being so young, and to a lesser extent, Vash enduring so many years on Gunsmoke. “Do you ever feel like you don’t belong in your skin?“ “It must be hard,” Vash said quietly, “to realize that you are not the things you’ve used to define yourself for your whole life.” M.

Walking Day by GreenElphaba. There’s this one ridiculously long paragraph that’s a thoughtful meta/character analysis, from Wolfwood’s point of view. “You love him in part because someone has to and you do believe that no one else really does, because real love requires real sight and you are maybe the only one who has ever really seen him. …you love him in part because you have appointed yourself the emissary of humanity and it is therefore yours to close the terrible gap between his love for humanity and their hatred of him. …But mostly you just love him because he’s lovable, because you cannot help yourself any more than an animal can help savaging itself when caught in a trap. He smiles a certain way and your heart spills out like water and your throat aches…you are trying, racing against time to try and unpick the knots inside his head, help him understand there are other ways to live, help him bend before his brother breaks him.” M.

Genesis by emungere: Wolfwood has imagined angels many times during his life, but never expected to meet one…Rated T and up.

Just Straight Up Smut

Self-Inflicted by Angsty_McGoth (Doctor_Cyance): Are you into mutual pining and sexual tension? This is for you.

The Confessional Experience: OK, not so much a confessional, more like one of those free-standing wardrobes. Part banter, part ridiculous situation, part smut, with a funny ending.

Life on Gunsmoke by JojoLightningFingers. Involves: Weird plant biology, telepathy, scars, religious musings, and Livio.

Paradise (chapter 1). What if Wolfwood survived in Paradise, and ended up telepathically connected with Vash? Basically just well-written telepathy-PWP; the whole resurrection bit doesn’t make much sense.

Tiggy Malvern writes good smut. My favorite is Balance. It’s been an inspiration for me and one of my writing buddies.

Untitled by Black-Quadrant. Mutual pining and sexual tension in a very different way. Vivid in every sense, not just vision. Black-Quadrant may be my favorite Trigun smut writer.

Untitled by Black-Quadrant. I think the dynamic makes sense.

Hallefuckinglujah, by lactoria, includes the whole angel/wings aspect of Vash.

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 22

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Finally, it’s time for everything to come to an end.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of abuse, violence, gore, blood and death. There is weapon use in this chapter.

The door opened, letting the light shine in again. You didn’t even bother lifting your head. Everything in your body ached. How long have you been here? You weren’t really sure anymore.

“Breakfast.” The sound of the tray being placed down.

“Not hungry...” You mumbled, pressing your cheek against your arm as you looked to the side. Then you felt a light nudge against your ankle. That made you lift your head slightly. Instead of sitting at his usual corner, he was sitting opposite you, the tray between you.

“Eat.” He said.

“I’m not hungry right now.”

“Why?” You didn’t even reply to that. You let out a yawn, followed by a sigh. The tray was pushed against your leg again.

“You’ll need the energy.” He said, undoing the binds around your wrists. You didn’t really understand what he meant but you also didn’t really have the mood to banter today.

“Eat.” He repeated. When he was done, he stood up straight and headed back to his same spot to sit. You gave him a look, pushing the food around the tray.

“Thanks...” You murmured and took your first bite. Unlike your other meal chats, you were silent, taking small bites of your food here and there.

“I’m done.” You pushed the tray away. More than half the tray of food was left. The tray was picked up, followed by retreating footsteps and the door closing. You stared at the wall until you realised.

He didn’t bind your hands back.

“What...?” You looked around to see if there was someone else in the room. This wasn’t a trap. You scrambled around until you saw, under the water bottle left behind, a key was hidden.

“Please, please.” You chanted, jamming the key into the keyhole on the ankle brace. When the lock shifted, you almost cried out in relief.

“Where’s the exit?” You bunched up your skirt, trying your best to tie it together so it wouldn’t hinder you when you run. The first thing you did was press your ear to the door to hear for footsteps. There were no sounds outside but you still poked your head out to look first. The coast was clear so you made a break for it, running down the hallways.

“Come on.” You panted, trying to find the exit but this place seemed like a maze. You guessed that you were probably in some warehouse, judging by the sheet metal walls and concrete floors.

“She’s gone!”

“Find the girl!”

“This way!” You heard shouts behind you and quickened your pace. But all the hallways looked the same. You just kept running, hoping to find an open door or exit soon.

“Aish!” Someone grabbed your wrist, yanking you to hide behind another wall. You pressed your back against the wall, seeing two guys run past you.

“Why are you still here?” The male beside you panted.

“I couldn’t find the exit. This place is a freaking maze.” You said through gritted teeth. He shook his head. As you were opening your mouth to speak again, he hushed you, taking his pistol out of his holster.

“Take this.”

“Are you crazy?! I can’t shoot a gun.”

“I’m not asking you to go crazy and start shooting up the place. Just use it to get away if you need to. Pull this back, aim and shoot. I’ll buy you some time. The exit is down this hallway, make a right. Now go!” He shoved you in the direction of said exit. You turned to look back.

“What about you?” You panicked.

“Just go! I’m buying you time. And I have an extra.” He waved his spare pistol in the air. Even if you wanted your freedom, you were still hesitant.

“Go and don’t look back.” He said before separating from you. You continued running, shaky hands holding onto the gun by your side. Finally, at the end of the hallway, you saw the door.

“Please.” When the knob turned, your heart soared. Was this really the thing separating you from your freedom now?

“Where do you think you’re going?” One of the men stood on the other side of the door. You didn’t have a choice, you lifted the gun. The male took a weary step back.

“Just let me go. And I won’t shoot.” You threatened.

“Well...” You saw his hands moving to reach for his weapon. On instinct you clicked the gun and shot his shoulder. He cried out in shock as he went down.

“Move again and you’re dead.” You held the gun over him as you clicked it into place again. But your victory was short lived when you felt an arm wrap around your neck. You would have thrashed around or try to hit him but you felt the coolness of a blade press against your neck, right where you jugular was. That made you immobile.

“Drop the gun.” He said into your ear. You were defeated, dropping the weapon onto the ground.

“Walk.” He pulled you backwards and you followed, your feet shuffling backwards. You watched with longing eyes as the door got further and further. Just like that, whatever light you saw slowly disappeared.

“Tell boss I found the girl.” He told another person before throwing you back into that room.

“Oh doctor, you just had to try and escape. That’s cute.” The boss said, circling around you. You panted, lifting your head to shoot him a glare.

“You even shot one of my men. I’m impressed.” He clapped.

“But because of you...” The boss waved for the other men to bring in the male who helped you escape. He had been roughed up for sure, his eye was bruised and parts of his face swollen up.

“Take it out on me. Leave him out of this.” You growled.

“Aww, isn’t that cute? Both of you fighting to play the hero. But unfortunately, this is a matter of betrayal.” The boss kicked him, making the already injured male groan in pain. He managed to peep open his eyes to make eye contact with you.

“But first, tell me, boy. Why betray your family? Don’t tell me you have fallen for her charm like those stupid Bangtan boys.” He threw his head back in laughter.

“Family?” He scoffed but coughed right after, spewing out blood.

“I took you in, took care of you and provided for you. This is how you repay me?” He began to rain more punches and kicks on the boy, making him wince and moan in more pain.

“Stop it!” You shouted.

“Don’t worry, doc. I promise, after this, it’s your turn.” He laughed. That was when he took his gun out, the other men that watched lifted the boy up for their boss to press the barrel of the gun right against his forehead. Your heart sank. This boy didn’t deserve to die for helping you. Now you regretted everything that you ever said to him.

“Any final words?” The boss asked.

“It’s all my fault, I never should have...” You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“It’s not your fault... It was me, holding onto the last bit of my independence.” He smiled before a deafening bang sounded through the room. Blood spattered out from the back of his head and onto the wall, the bullet having gone right through.

“Hasn’t there been one time where you felt that you could never do anything for yourself? Then when you’re given that bit of independence, to finally do something for yourself, that’s all you want to hold onto?”

Those were your words.

“That was touching.” The boss wiped a fake tear. The body fell forward, a small blood pool forming under his head. You wanted to throw up.

“Now, as for you, doctor.” The boss turned to you.

“Just shoot me.” You dared, done with all this. Maybe death was really the better option now.

“Tempting but no can do. I need you here for the final show. And our main guests aren’t even here yet. But don’t worry, you won’t wait too long. I think they’ll be here very soon.” The boss smiled.

“Rough her up before they come.” The boss told him men before leaving.

“Finally. Payback. After what Jungkook did to me back then.” The petty male landed the first punch, followed by kicks. Usually, you were try to cocoon yourself to protect yourself but you just couldn’t take your eyes off the bleeding body before you. His eyes were still open, staring at you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered to him as you cried silently.

“Remember our priority. Get (y/n) out of there. Then we kill the boss.” Namjoon reminded. The 6 boys nodded their heads. They were getting close to finding you and bringing you home.

“Whoever finds (y/n) first, just take her to one of the cars and get her to the nearest hospital. The rest of us will handle the boss.” Jin said.

“Let’s go.” They all ran towards the big warehouse. With every other possible hideouts having been search and burnt, this was the only place left. When the men saw them, they immediately got into position, their boss having told them prior to expect the 7. But all the boys saw was red. Bullets were shot and blades were swung.

“Ugh!” Jimin went down as he was attacked by two men but Taehyung swung his bat, hitting one straight in the head while Jimin drove his sword into the other’s abdomen.

“Thanks.” Jimin nodded to Taehyung, running forward and jumping to hide slash as a few men. Jungkook tackled some men to the ground.

“We’re wasting time.” Hoseok grunted as he shot someone. Jin used the handle of his gun to knock some guys out.

“Split up!” Yoongi shouted and they all went their separate directions.

“Watch my back.” Yoongi said to Hoseok and Jimin as he checked the rooms. They were all empty, except for some storage items. Namjoon and Jin opened a room, where more men of the gang were. That led to more wasted time trying to fight them off. Taehyung and Jungkook moved together.

“Damn our luck. I hope the others were better than us.” Jin laughed sarcastically as Namjoon punched some men. He reloaded his guns and shot at whoever tried to come at them.

“Jungkook! Get down!” Taehyung pulled the maknae down. Although they wanted to fight, they had to save energy and ammo.

“Find them! They’re somewhere around here.” A group of men ran past them.

BEEP BEEP

“Yoongi hyung’s team found the boss.” Jungkook said as he checked his pager. Once the coast was clear, they moved to the location that was sent to them. The 7 of them met up again.

“He's in there. I heard the men talking.” Jimin informed. With that, Jungkook backed away slightly before kicking the door down and running in. The boys all stood there, blood staining their clothes. They could feel it, the end of everything was nearing. As they came face to face with their enemy, the one who took you.

“Welcome.” He smirked from his comfortable spot on the couch.

“Where is she?!” Jimin pointed his katana at him, the blade merely a few inches from his face.

“Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He taunted, waving his hand. That was when you were brought in, kneeling in front of the couch. Your dress was dirtied and you were beaten up, bruises and cuts littering your face and limbs.

“(y/n)...” Jungkook called out softly. Your eyes were lidded as you swayed dangerously. You were losing consciousness, fast. It was obvious from the dried blood trail on your temple. Even when a pistol was pressed to the back of your head in a threatening manner, you didn’t flinch. The boys took a step forward.

“One more step...” The boss threatened and the male that held the pistol clicked the gun into place.

“What do you want?” Namjoon growled.

“Oh, how great man fall. All for a single woman. Honestly, I couldn’t believe my ears when I was told that the dangerous Bangtan had fallen for a girl, some doctor. That was until I saw it for myself.” He started.

“I wanted to know just what about her was able to bring the 7 of you to your knees. Then, I met her.” He turned to you.

“I can see why you all adore her.” Using his finger, he lifted your chin. There were a few growls and fist clenches. He side eyed the boys, liking the reaction that he was getting out of them.

They hated it. They hated the fact that you were right in front of them and yet, they couldn’t save you if they wanted you alive. They hated that they were the reason that you were in this position. You weren’t supposed to be here, you were supposed to be well protected in their house, there to heal them when they got hurt.

“I’ll ask again. What is it you want?” Namjoon asked through gritted teeth. They were all resisting the urge to shoot the man in front of them.

“The Bangtan empire. You all don’t deserve what you have. You don’t have what it takes to run such an empire when you’re so weak for a mere woman.” The boss said in frustration.

“That’s it? You want money? Our companies?” Yoongi glared.

“Sure.” The boss shrugged. The boys were suspicious. There was no way this man went through all this trouble just for their empire.

“Take it.” Jin said.

“Also, I might keep the doctor with me. She’s fun to have around. Her skills and feisty attitude would be a great addition to my gang.” He smirked. This man was just playing them now.

“Over my dead body.” Taehyung sneered. Whatever it is, they were going to make sure that you went home with them today. Alive.

“Looks like we have a problem then.” The boss grinned.

“Take one step closer.” Hoseok threatened the few men he saw slowly getting closer. It was obvious that they were waiting for the boys to put their guard down attacking them.

“I changed my mind, I don’t just want your empire.” The boss shrugged. That had been the goal all along. He wanted to make sure that Bangtan is ended here, permanently. And that he would be the one to end them. Namjoon’s eyes followed the movements of the boss.

“Unfortunately, you don’t have the upper hand. Unless you want to say goodbye to the doctor.” He smirked at Namjoon.

“Drop your weapons. Go on.” He commanded. One by one, the boys dropped their weapons. With another wave of the hand, the men moved in on them. The boys grit their teeth, fighting to urge to fight back as they were hit.

“See? Weak.” The boss scoffed.

BANG!

The boys froze, turning around. Everyone else stopped. That was when they saw the man, who was holding the gun to your head, on the ground, dead. You stood shakily, holding the pistol in your hand as you aimed directly at the boss.

“Next time... remove the dead guy’s extra gun before you leave his body...” You smirked. The boss turned to you.

“Tell them to move back.” You demanded.

“You wouldn’t dare...” He taunted. You clicked the gun, showing that you weren’t joking. Oh, how to tables have turned. If you managed to shoot the other guy already, you didn’t have a problem killing the boss too. Remembering the boy’s fallen body, it only made you angrier. Sensing your threat wasn’t empty, the boss nodded for his men to fall back.

“(y/n)...” Jin called out softly.

“A life for a life.” You pulled the trigger, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you collapsed. Luckily, Jungkook was quick to run over and catch you before you could hit the ground.

“You did well, leave the rest of us.” He whispered. Your shot didn’t kill the boss, only managing to hit him in the thigh.

“Get her out of here.” Yoongi said to the maknae. He nodded, running out of the place with you in his arms.

With their boss down and most likely going to die, the other men just surrendered, putting their hands up. The 6 remaining Bangtan boys stood over the boss, who was writhing on the ground in pain.

“Tell your girl... The boy that was killed because of her... His name is also Jisung... Just like her dear nephew.” He still managed to force out a laugh.

“You want our money?” Jin gave the first kick.

“You want our empire?” Namjoon gave the second.

“You mess with our girl?” Jimin stepped on his thigh, pushing the bullet further into his flesh. He screamed out, straining.

“We’ll see you in hell.” Taehyung raised his metal bat, slamming it down. They just watched emotionlessly as Taehyung beat the man’s face in. He coughed, choking on his blood as he tried to crawl away.

“Where are you going?” Hoseok kicked him back. Imaging all the torture and abuse you went through fuelled their anger. The others killed the other men.

No one was to be spared.

“We have to go before the cops come.” Namjoon stopped Taehyung. Taehyung took a step back with a smirk, rubbing away the blood that managed to splatter on his cheek. Yoongi took the gun out that he had brought for good measure. He placed the barrel of the gun right over the man’s chest, clicking it back slowly. With a smile, he pulled the trigger.

“For good measure.” Jin shrugged with a smile and shot two more bullets.

“That’s enough. Let’s go. We have more important things to do.” Namjoon waved the gang over. Right now, they should prioritise your condition. Same as always, Yoongi grabbed a lighter, torching the place down.

“Don’t forget to send a gift to the governor to thank him for putting out all the fires.” Hoseok laughed. Namjoon hummed.

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