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shorkbriana day ago
Okay but like,, forced intimacy makes my brain go brrr like someone overwhelming in presence like bakugo or smth just grabbing you by the jaw and forcing eye contact or cuddles i... spit in my mouf pls DJDNDN
The "grabbing by the jaw to force eye contact" GETS ME I would turn so red and probably start crying.
You know what else? something I bet Kirishima or Izuku would do? You start crying and wailing when they fuck you for the first time and they clamp a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.... n then they kiss their hand right over your lips as if they was givin you a kiss.... HAWT
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Or I can see Shouto doin this, but he starts coming towards you intending to kiss you, and you're scared and unwilling so you back up. Until you hit a wall, n there's nowhere to go, so you hold out your hand right in front of his face so he can't come any closer but then he just. takes your hand like a prince and kisses it while maintaining eye contact the entire time FUCK
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Bakugou would be that bitch that slaps his hand over your mouth to shut you up and then smiles like a psycho when you bite his hand. Just leans in real close to lick up the blood, staring up at you the whole time and grinding against you.
Hand kink who?
nOW forced intimacy!!!! literally makes me nut.
Like Izuku would be the kind of guy that forces you close, but he's delusional so of course you won't be tied up! You want to be here, don't you? And he just holds you real tight no matter how you wiggle or thrash or bite. You're just a little fussy, maybe tired. He'll cuddle you to sleep.
Kirishima's the type to guiltily drug you, having you half-asleep in his arms so he can rub your back and kiss the top of your head makes him so soft and full of love. You're an absolute angel when you aren't fighting against him, and Kiri loves holding you close any way he can. Probably forces you to hold his hand on the rare occasions that you aren't drugged out of your mind.
Bakugou isn't a fucking chump, plus he likes the fight in you, so he adores reeling you in close and getting to subdue the little kicks and punches you throw his way. It's so satisfying when you finally tire yourself out and don't fight anymore, let him squeeze you tight and put his hands wherever. He's constantly pushing boundaries, nipping sharply at your ear just so you'll react and push at him, shoving his hands down your pants so you'll squeal and buck away just so he can tug you close again. He likes the constant struggle, because he always comes out on top.
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ddarker-dreamsa day ago
honestly kazuha seems like the type to like secretly kiss your strawberries and when he sees you eat them gets all happy in a creepy way 馃槶
it's always the quiet ones... although his word count expands exceptionally when he's in your presence, the man is going improv soliloquies dedicated to your beauty at all hours of the day once you get to know him. so this may or may not even apply.
you'll notice that he's staring at you, almost expectant, when you bite down into your strawberry. he won't tell you why if you ask, or just shrugs it off. kazuha's already kissed you a few times, but this is different. it feels more intimate somehow. he's the only one who possesses the knowledge that what you're doing now is an indirect kiss, isn't that romantic? it makes his stomach erupt into butterflies. especially if you wrap your lips around the strawberries to really savor it. being out at sea or living off the wild has taught you to appreciate fresh food; you've had to sustain yourself off non perishables for too long.
not to mention the gleam the strawberry juice leaves on your lips. it's like lip gloss, he swears, how it coats your mouth and makes it appear all the more tantalizing. it'll be one of the few times he spaces out while you speak. his mind is in the gutter as he admires the curve of your lips, the gentle red tint from the strawberries, the light fruity scent... aaaand now he's leaning in. you don't mind, do you? he worked oh so hard to get you this treat. so now you're his treat to indulge in.
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2-dsimp2 days ago
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The people have Spoken!
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Yandere! Student Council Member! Scaramouche!
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馃帠 He will not hesitate to degrade/pepper-spray the utter living sh!t out of those lowlifes who鈥檝e deceived themselves into believing that they were even worthy of breathing the same air as you
馃帠 Very strict, sadistic, and cruel to those who oppose his authority as being apart of the elite squad, whose reputation is known to rule over all in Akedemi
馃帠Has a bad rep so mostly all the students are wary or just choose to avoid any contact with the fierce patrolling tiger roaming the hallways in search of his Senpai
馃帠Making his pursuit of Senpai鈥檚 absolute love and adoration within his reach without any peasants in the way of his courtship
馃帠 If he鈥檚 not busy torturing a student for their blatant idiocy then he鈥檚 occupied with casually dropping by at their Senpai鈥檚 respective classes using the Council benefits to his advantage
馃帠he鈥檒l spout carefully crafted excuses such as the Student Council is monitoring all student behavior to keep the troublemakers at bay
馃帠Or coincidentally claiming he鈥檚 in need of Senpai鈥檚 assistance when delivering paperwork from teachers to other facilities
馃帠Scaramouche鈥檚 as cunning as he is sly, so the students wouldn鈥檛 know what hit them when they鈥檇 be appalled/shooketh questioning whether their eyesight may have gone mad with delusional visions
馃帠 Of their usual scowling overlord becoming a smiling charitable prince when in the presence of his Senpai, a total 360 quite literally enough to give anyone whiplash
馃帠But as he sees his Senpai getting too close with another student that鈥檚 when the facade drops and thus enters the controlling/possessive Scaramouche
馃帠Who鈥檒l do anything to make sure you鈥檙e his, and that you know you belong to him as well
馃帠He鈥檒l start by abusing his higher up position in order to threaten other students into submission effectively isolating his Senpai which鈥檒l leave none other than him as their life support
馃帠And if he needs to get his hands dirty in order to discipline those degenerates who seek to defy his mission then by all means he鈥檒l welcome the challenge of washing the blood off his uniform after he鈥檚 done
鈥淲ho cares if those good-for-nothings ignore you Senpai? I鈥檓 the only one you need so forget about them and focus on me鈥︹
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yandere-daydreamsa day ago
Xiao + moonlight
Prompt: M for Moonlight.
Pairing: Yandere!Xiao x Reader (Genshin Impact).
TW: Coercion and Mentions of Death.
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The first night he came to your village, you brought him fruit.
Sunsettia, gathered and washed that afternoon, cupped in your arms because you'd leant your only basket to a neighbor who delivered bread to an elderly couple on the other side of your village. You offered him one, and although he accepted it, he did not remove his mask, nor did he thank you for the small offering.
You sat next to him, on the shoreline, and watched as moonlight caught on the gentle sea and tinted the waves silver.
"We don't receive many visitors," You started, as you peeled your own. "Are you one of his soldiers?"
"I'm a Yaksha, not a soldier. There's a difference." His voice was low, rough. "My only objective is to prepare for the arrival of Rex Lapis. His intentions are none of my concern."
"Will you come inside, for the night?" You asked, noting the way he held himself. Curled inward, protectively, as if he was afraid someone might emerge from the bay and try to strike him down. "I have no bed to spare, but my hearth is warm and I'm sure I can find somewhere for you to rest, before the sun rises."
"I'm not mortal. I have no need for rest or comfort." He gestured towards you, dismissively. "Go, now. Your hospitality will only bring you misfortune."
He said nothing else, and you took your leave.
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The second night, you brought him wine.
A flask of the finest your small village had to offer, tucked and stowed away in the darkest corner of your cellar, to be saved for a festival, a holiday, a special occasional where you could justify such self-indulgence. You offered it to him, first, and he accepted it wordlessly.
You sat next to him, and watched as the moonlight caught on the spear strung across his back, dark metal metal forced to glow white.
"My goddess," You started, as he drank. Hesitantly, in short, fleeting sips, as if he wasn't quite used to the flavor. You'd have to bring him something sweeter, tomorrow. "She's a gentle soul. She craves no power, and she wants for nothing more than the protection of her people."
"And Rex Lapis wants for nothing more than the prosperity of Liyue." He tried to return the flask to you, but you only shook your head. "Your archon's faction goes against that desire. She and the future he envisions cannot exist at the same time."
"And my village?" He'd partially removed his mask, partially, allowed it to rest above his forehead. You could make out the finer details, the gold accents, the way the paint chipped along the rough edges. The harsh scratch, over the eye, too deep to made by anything human. "My people are strong-wiled. Your victory will not come without losses, on your side as well as mine."
"Rex Lapis wants for nothing more than prosperity," He repeated, slowly. There was no further resistance. "Individual lives are of no consequence to him. Neither your goddess nor your people will survive, if you stand against him."
He said nothing else, and you continued to sit beside him in silence.
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On the third day, you brought him nothing, because you had nothing left.
Even the clothes on your back were tattered and torn, covered in dirt and ash and dust and ruined beyond repair. The soles of your shoes had begun to melt, so you ran barefoot, instead, away from your burning village, away from the conflict, away from the women with glowing eyes and bared teeth and the men with beastly claws and spiraling horns. You ran to the beach, to the shoreline, and you found him there, alone, his spear drawn and his mask discarded completely.
You saw blood on his cheek, and watched as it caught in the moonlight. It did not change. It could not be made beautiful.
"My goddess," You gasped. There was smoke in the air, smoke in your lungs. It felt like breathing fire. "My village. My people."
"Their fate was sealed the moment they chose to act against Rex Lapis." There was blood on his wrist, too, the back of his hand. Drops of it, scattered across his tunic like the apron of a butcher. "Attempting to interfere would be a fool's errand, for a mortal. There's nothing you can do."
"But you aren't mortal." Your chest ached. You found his mask, lying in the sand, broken in two. You should've offered to repair it, when you had the chance. "All I ask for is their well-being. Anything else, everything else, you can have. Slaughter my goddess, if you must. Just let my people live another day."
He only offered a single, blood-stained hand. "Come with me."
You didn't move. "Will you protect them, if I do?"
"I will do all in my power to spare those who can be spared, and to eliminate those who must be eliminated quickly," He swore. "And, in return, you will forsake the mortal world, and promise to never leave my side."
He said nothing else, and you took his hand.
And, in an instant, you knew he would never allow you to let go again.
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deepdarkdelightsa day ago
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Prey, For Me | (Jimin x Reader)
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Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Word Count: 15.8k
Series: (3/7) Predator Universe
Warnings: 18+,Yandere, Vampire Jimin, Stalking, Obsession, Blood (Lots of it), Gore, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of dead bodies, Murder, Isolation, Smut, Oral Sex, Kinda Fearplay聽
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.聽
Preview: He could tell just from the sight of you that you were inexperienced and uncomfortable. The way you pressed yourself against the bar and clung to your friend told him that more than enough. He liked the shy ones, not that he was exceptionally picky because really he wasn鈥檛, especially when he had the knowledge that he could have anyone he wanted. But every now and then Jimin would get a bit of a competitive streak, with himself of course. And on the nights where he wasn鈥檛 as ravenous as he normally was, he had enough clarity to challenge himself.聽
A/N: Here鈥檚 the Jimin fic! I swear this was like Cut 2.0, it stressed me the fuck out to write and I don鈥檛 know if it鈥檚 good enough, but I still hope that you guys will like it. As per usual, this is not edited but I will find time tomorrow to get it done. I can鈥檛 wait to see you in my inbox and in the comments ily 馃挏馃挏馃挏
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This wasn鈥檛 how you had imagined your day going in the slightest.聽
You had always been a creature of habit, the type of person that adored a structured day free of surprises. But today, today had far too many of them.聽
The first surprise was one you gave yourself, your boyfriend had often complained about your lack of spontaneity in your relationship. If the two of you wanted to do something, it had to be penciled in and scheduled lest you be riddled with anxiety. You weren鈥檛 the most social creature, and if you were going to have to do something, you would rather give yourself weeks or days to prepare in advance. So, you took the plunge for him and took a sick day from work. You were going to break your structured plans and try to do something he would like.聽
Spontaneity had been lacking in your relationship for a long time. But, you had convinced yourself that was what happened when you were with someone for as long as you were. You and Hyun-woo, your boyfriend, had met each other in your sophomore year of college and his junior year. And the two of you had dated ever since, going on six years.聽
Hyun-woo was your first boyfriend, among many of your firsts. He had told you he thought you were cute in the way that you kept to yourself. You were quiet, shy, and to him, innocent. And at that point in your life, the only interaction you had with the opposite sex was written text on a dim phone screen in the early hours of the morning from an amateur author venting their romantic and sexual frustrations into a story. Hyun-woo had been the one to pursue you, to chase after you, and it thrilled you as much as it scared you. It was like everything you had read about, and facing the idea that what you had once read was now tangible was horrifying. You were inexperienced, and being plunged into a relationship hadn鈥檛 been your first choice.聽
Hyun-woo was cute, charming, and sociable. It was the epitome of opposites attract. The only issue was, that when an attraction is too strong, it becomes a clash. And the two of you were not strangers to arguments.聽
You weren鈥檛 bold enough, you didn鈥檛 take risks, you covered up too much, you were too reserved.聽
These were all the things he didn鈥檛 like about you, but you had been too busy drowning in the warm pools of first love to see him in any other shade than rose-tinted. You didn鈥檛 realize how much he saw wrong with you when you saw nothing wrong with him.聽
This was your effort to make up for your shortcoming to him. Although this was something small for him, it was big for you. You were derailing from a rigid part of your life, structure made you feel calm and collected. You were dedicated to work, to efficiency, but you were also dedicated to your boyfriend. You were doing this for him.聽
Your surprise had been to show up to his apartment and take him out for lunch, something he often wanted to do but you never had the time for.聽
His surprise had been much less welcome.聽
You didn鈥檛 expect to open up the door to his apartment to see him, pants around his ankles, fucking another woman. A familiar woman, nonetheless.聽
He hadn鈥檛 even noticed you were there, but the woman, she did. How ironic was that? You were invisible to your boyfriend but not the woman he was cheating with. Well, that usually was how it went.聽
She screeched out your name in surprise and horror, your boyfriend whipping his head towards the front door at the sound of your name. He scrambled away from the other woman, hastily trying to pull his pants back up and cover himself in an attempt to gather some sense of decency.聽
That had already gone out the window.
鈥淚t, it鈥檚 not what it looks like!鈥 He stuttered out, running a hand through his hair in stress and surprise.聽
It didn鈥檛 matter what excuses he tried to make, it was exactly what it was, there was no other way around it. You were surprised how numb you felt, that was of course until you realized your cheeks were slick with tears, that was when the heartbreak began to wrack your body like an earthquake.聽
How fitting was it, that he was not only your first love but your first heartbreak as well?聽
鈥淚 think I know what it looks like, Hyun-woo.鈥 You replied, your voice cracking as your lips parted around his name. 鈥淚t looks like you鈥檝e been fucking my sister.鈥澛
You didn鈥檛 want to give him the chance to try and explain what was going on, you didn鈥檛 want to be trapped in that room for another moment longer. Not when he was there looking like he was on the verge of tears, most likely because he had been caught, not when you were watching your older sister, the woman you had trusted your entire life, scramble to put her clothes on, and not when the scent of sex hung heavy in the air.聽
All of the evidence was there, clearly laid out before you. You would be losing two relationships in one day.聽
You quickly pivoted on your heel and left the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you so hard that the noise echoed down the hallway like a gunshot. Heartbreak was usually followed by rage, and your rage had come much sooner than you had expected.聽
You were fast walking down the hallway, trying to get away as quickly as you could. When you pressed the button for the elevator, you heard his door open and his footsteps race after you. You slammed two fingers against the button faster now, spamming it in hope that it would call the elevator faster. It did not.聽
When it did arrive and the doors slid open, you rushed inside only for him to follow behind you, effectively trapping you inside with him. The building was old as was the elevator, your descent would be slow and your impending argument muffled by grinding gears and creaking wood.聽
鈥淏aby, please-鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛!鈥 You yelled, the doors sliding shut. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 get to do that. You don鈥檛 get to whine and beg, not after what you鈥檝e done to me.鈥
鈥淚t was a mistake, a stupid mistake that happened in the heat of the moment, it won鈥檛 happen again!鈥
鈥淎 mistake? That鈥檚 what you call that? How am I supposed to believe that, Hyun-woo?鈥
鈥淵ou have to believe me, you love me! I swear, I love you so much, she means nothing to me, baby!鈥
You were still crying, and you were so mad about that. He didn鈥檛 deserve your tears or to see you like this over him. You were always a fairly composed person, never really showing too much emotion. It took a lot for you to get angry, or sad, or any intense emotion and because of that many people saw you as calm, the shy person that kept to yourself.
You were better off when you kept to yourself. Maybe if you hadn鈥檛 been so caught up in Hyun-woo, in his bright disposition, then just maybe you could have saved yourself this unnecessary pain.聽
鈥淔ine, if it was really a mistake then you鈥檒l tell me what I want to know.鈥 You said, angrily wiping your tears away.聽
鈥淎nything, I鈥檒l tell you anything.鈥 He agreed, desperately trying to get you to look him in the eyes. You refused, you knew how easily he got you to give in when you looked into those puppy eyes.聽
鈥淗ow long has this been going on for?鈥
鈥淎nything, but that.鈥 He said, shaking his head.
A horrible feeling was stirring in your gut, one that was telling you that this situation you had found yourself in was only going to get worse.聽
鈥淣o, if you want this to work then you better tell me the truth.鈥 You were lying, this was never going to work, not after he had taken your heart and ripped it to shreds like it was nothing to him.聽
He bit his lip as he jerked his head away, you could tell he thought it would be easier to tell you what he was about to say if he stared at the bland panels of the elevator wall rather than look at you when he revealed his answer.
鈥淚t鈥檚 been going on since the wedding.鈥
鈥淭he wedding...my cousin鈥檚 wedding? The wedding that was four fucking years ago?!鈥 There it goes, he lit the fuse.聽
鈥淏aby-鈥
鈥淪hut the fuck up!鈥 You felt like you were going to be sick, your stomach twisting and turning as the tears returned full force and your blood boiled.聽
鈥淥ur entire relationship, it was all fake?鈥
鈥淣o! It wasn鈥檛 fake, I loved you, I still love you!鈥
鈥淗yun-woo, you don鈥檛 fuck someone for four years and call it an accident. You don鈥檛 fuck someone for four years and say they mean nothing to you! How could you do this to me? How can you stand there and say you love me when you鈥檝e been sleeping with my goddamn sister!鈥
He was feeling cornered, and like a rat caught in a trap, he was going to gnaw, slash, and bite back.聽
鈥淵ou never had any time for me! Everything was about work with you, you never even leave your fucking house! You never want to go anywhere or do anything, you just want to stay inside all the fucking time! You were only my girlfriend in front of other people!鈥
鈥淥h, I see how it is, you get to show me off to your family, show them the future daughter-in-law they want, and then you get to fuck the other sister. You got the best of both worlds didn鈥檛 you?鈥澛
鈥淭hat鈥檚 not it.鈥
鈥淭hen what was it? Did you get tired of me when the chase was over and you finally had me? Was I too boring, was I not hot enough, what the fuck was it that out of every person on the fucking planet you could have fucked it was my sister?!鈥
Hyun-woo knew how self-conscious you were when it came to your family, and more specifically your sister. She was the firstborn, the family favorite. She was the prettiest, always received the highest grades, was an athlete and a musician throughout school, she was perfect. She was everything that you weren鈥檛. And him sleeping with her? That was the ultimate low-blow. Especially when he was the one that would comfort you when you were at your lowest when you felt like you would always be the black sheep of the family. He had been the one to tell you how much better you were than all of them when at the same time he was cheating on you with the person you respected and envied the most.聽
鈥淵ou wouldn鈥檛 even move in with me.鈥 He was scrambling now for any reason to make it seem like he was not in the wrong, like all of this was somehow your fault.聽
鈥淭hat鈥檚 not what this is about! Me wanting to wait and have my own space is not on the same level as you being a cheater.鈥
He could tell he was losing you. 鈥淧lease, don鈥檛 do this, we can work this out, I can change.鈥
鈥淣o. We鈥檙e done, this is over.鈥 You firmly said despite the shake in your shoulder and the sniffle in your nose.聽
鈥淏ut, I love you.鈥 He tried again, crocodile tears staining his cheeks.聽
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 love me. I was your safety net, plan b if you never found anything better. Don鈥檛 talk to me again, and while you鈥檙e at it, tell my sister that for me as well because I鈥檓 done with the both of you. I don鈥檛 have room in my life for one liar, nonetheless two.鈥
The elevator chimed, signaling that you had reached the main floor. As soon as the doors slid open you walked past them. He was still calling your name and you were doing your very best to ignore him.聽
When you stepped foot outside you were met with the sight of your sleepy town and the scent of cool air and the forest. It was quiet, that was a testament to not only the minuscule population but also the fact that Hyun-woo had given up chasing after you, for now.聽
Your tears chilled against your skin from the cold air, the ground was lightly powdered with a fresh layer of fallen snow from the night before. Winter had finally set in, the days were short and the nights were long. The weather was not that different from what you were feeling, the beginning of your relationship had been as calm and lovely as spring, and as time passed it slowly began to wither away into autumn before dying out beneath the frost of winter, the cold so harsh and jarring that the warmth of summer felt like it was an eternity away.聽
You had to come to terms with the fact that you had wasted six years of your life with the wrong person. Hyun-woo鈥檚 bright nature and blinding smile had forced you to turn an eye to all of his wrongdoings. Another part of you was whispering that you had known he was unfaithful all along, that you should have seen the signs. But, unfortunately, love is blind.聽
A cold wind bit at your cheeks, the snow crunching loudly beneath your boots as your trudged home. You had hoped by now you would have finally stopped crying, but that was the furthest thing from the truth. The truth was that you were ugly crying, your eyes were already puffing up, broken sobs parting your lips, and fat tears rolling down the contours of your face.聽
You had never understood how people could be so broken when their partner cheated, you had also urged them to be angry, to take that pain and make it powerful, but now you were in that position. The anger was definitely there, it had made its appearance in the elevator, but now it was being smothered by the anguish of discovering an unfaithful lover.聽
The thing about disappointment and heartbreak is that they have roots. The first drop of tangible pain they consume floods the rest of the system. And for a person like you, someone who always felt like the second choice, those roots were strong and tangled and thick. This one incident had you spiraling down a rabbit hole of insecurities. Maybe you really were the lesser sibling, maybe you were too boring, too reserved, too quiet, too vanilla. What made you special? What makes you different from everyone else?聽
Apparently, you weren鈥檛 special, not when it had been so easy to replace you with the next best woman.聽
The walk from town back to your house was short, you and your housemate lived just on the edge of town. When you entered the house you shut the door behind you with a heavy sigh that sounded more like a croak with your abused vocal cords. You stomped your feet, shuffling around in an attempt to clear off some of the snow.聽
You could hear your housemate moving around upstairs, the sound of her feet moving from her room and out to the hallway, right to where the landing was. The sound of your name echoed down the stairs as she began to descend them.聽
鈥淎re you home already?鈥 She asked, her pace quickening as she realized you were home.聽
鈥淪oo-jin.鈥 You choked out, sniffing again as more tears pooled in your eyes.聽
She came to a dead stop at the bottom of the stairs, her once neutral expression quickly darkening at the sight of you, a complete and utter mess, stood still at the front door.聽
鈥淚鈥檒l kill him.鈥 She simply said.
鈥淵ou, you don鈥檛 even know what he did.鈥 You stuttered out, your words tinged with a hysterical laugh as you cried.聽
鈥淚 don鈥檛 need to know what he did, but I do know I am going to kill him.鈥 She calmly said as she helped you unwind your scarf from around your neck and unbuttoned your coat, leaving it to dry on the coat rack.聽
鈥淵ou know, on second thought, maybe I should know what he did so that I have a good defense when I鈥檓 on the stand.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e planning on getting caught?鈥
鈥淥f course, that way you can scare away all of the bad ones by showing them my mugshot.鈥
That one made you laugh, despite the situation, Soo-jin was always good at making you feel better. She was more than just your housemate, someone you had roomed with at first for cost efficiency, now she was your best friend.聽
Soo-jin ushered you into the kitchen, forcing you to sit down in one of the mismatched chairs at your thrifted kitchen table. She fluttered around the kitchen, pulling open cabinets and all around making the room even more of a mess than it had been before.聽
鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥 You asked, rubbing at your cheeks that were now raw from the wind as well at your constant wiping.聽
鈥淐hocolate,鈥 She said, whipping out two packs of instant hot chocolate mix, 鈥渁lways makes everything better.鈥澛
You weakly smiled back at her before she turned around and busied herself with making the hot chocolate, effectively leaving you with your thoughts. That was dangerous. The most prominent thing in the forefront of your mind was the image of Hyun-woo and your sister entangled together in the kitchen of his apartment. It had been seared in your brain, that betrayal was something you would never be able to forget.聽
鈥淚 walked in on Hyun-woo having sex with my sister.鈥 You blurted out.聽
A loud thump echoes through the kitchen as Soo-jin dropped whatever she had been holding, your vision far too blurry with the new wave of tears that surged as the image continued to roll through your mind like an old film reel.聽
鈥淗e what?鈥 She hissed, the hot chocolate forgotten as she spun around to face you.聽
鈥淗e鈥檚 been cheating on me for four years with her.鈥
鈥淒ouble homicide, that鈥檚 what I鈥檓 going to be charged with.鈥 She said stoically as she pulled out a chair and sat next to you, the legs of the chair squeaking against the tiled floor as she scooted closer to you.聽
鈥淜illing them won鈥檛 change what happened, Soo-jin.鈥 You sniffled as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders.聽
鈥淭hat鈥檚 true...but wouldn鈥檛 it make you feel a little bit better?鈥
鈥淵eah, it probably would.鈥 You admitted with a laugh that sounded borderline hysterical.聽
鈥淚 always told you that you were too pretty for him, he knew it too, that鈥檚 why he slept with your pug-faced sister.鈥澛
鈥淪he鈥檚 not ugly,鈥 You choked, 鈥渟he鈥檚 gorgeous and everything that I鈥檓 not.鈥澛
鈥淵ou鈥檙e right, you鈥檙e not a bad sister.鈥 She pointed out, disregarding your comment on your sister鈥檚 looks, 鈥淪he was so insecure she had to have the one thing she didn鈥檛, your relationship. And you know what? They鈥檙e better off together, the both of them are just as ugly on the inside it鈥檚 like they鈥檙e looking in a mirror.鈥
鈥淚 know, but it still hurts, it hurts so fucking bad.鈥澛
鈥淚t hurts now, it鈥檚 still fresh, but soon it鈥檒l feel like a sting, then an ache, and one day it will heal over. There will be scabs, and sometimes it鈥檒l bleed, but one day it鈥檒l just be a scar, a distant memory that becomes a part of you. You鈥檒l forget it鈥檚 there, and once in a while you鈥檒l remember it, but all it will be is a ghost of a memory.鈥
鈥淲ere you working on your book before I came home?鈥 You weakly smiled.聽
鈥淗ow could you tell?鈥澛
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Twelve missed calls and twenty-four unread messages from Hyun-woo clogged up your notifications alongside eighteen missed calls and thirty-six unread messages from your sister. You had contemplated blocking both of their numbers but you had always had a hard time completely shutting people out of your life. And apparently, you were a bit of a masochist as well, every time your gaze flickered over to your notifications and you skimmed over a bit of new text it opened up a new wound in your chest. You couldn鈥檛 help but look, your curiosity just too powerful.聽
It had been a few weeks since you had witnessed your unfaithful partner in action and the pain was still fresh.聽
If Hyun-woo had thought you were a hermit before, you don鈥檛 know what he would think of you now. You barely left your bedroom, only opting to do so rarely for food and to shower. Before, you would have to leave the house for at least work, but you were an editor and your work could be done just as easily from home.聽
Grammar, punctuation, and plotlines all clashed at the forefront of your brain as the blue light of your laptop lit up your face in the pitch-black darkness of your bedroom. Whether it was day or night, the curtains were drawn closed and you stayed in the protection of your sheets and comforter.聽
Even as you worked, the image of infidelity still played on the back of your eyes, flickering in and out like a projector. No matter how you tried to distract yourself, it was always there. The pain of first heartbreak was always the worst, but being betrayed by two people you loved? It was excruciating and, not to mention, debilitating.聽
A part of you was incredibly frustrated with yourself. You should be angry, you should exemplify what it means when people say: 鈥淗ell hath no fury like a woman scorned.鈥
You knew that that was what Soo-jin thought, even though she never explicitly said so, you could feel it in the way she looked at you. She hated to see you so hurt, she wanted you to be just as angry as she was so she didn鈥檛 have to see you so broken.聽
After four weeks of whimpering and self-pitying in the shadows of your room, Soo-jin practically knocked your door down. She barreled into the room and ripped your blankets off of your legs and threw it into the recesses of the room.聽
鈥淪oo-jin, I-鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to hear it,鈥 She cut you off, crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant gesture, 鈥淚 understand your grieving the loss of your relationship but you鈥檙e killing me, kid.鈥
鈥淚 am not grieving.鈥 You argued, rising up to a sitting position.
鈥淩eally? Because you sure are acting like someone ran over your puppy.鈥
She had you there.聽
Soo-jin let out a sigh with a slight shake of her head as she collected herself. She gave you a pointed look before crossing your bedroom and ripping open your curtains, flooding the space with orange light from the setting sun.聽
You hissed at the sudden change, throwing the hood of your sweatshirt over your head and pulling the drawstring tight.
鈥淲hen did you start living in the Batcave?鈥 She laughed, watching you curl up and hide from the sun.
鈥淚t鈥檚 dark, quiet, and comfy.鈥 You explained.聽
鈥淎h, just like being in the womb again.鈥
鈥淣o, don鈥檛 ruin this for me.鈥
鈥淵ou need to get up and get out of this room eventually, when was the last time you even showered?鈥
You remained quiet for a moment as you seriously thought about it. 鈥淣o comment.鈥
鈥淏abe, I mean this with all of the love and empathy in my heart, that鈥檚 disgusting.鈥澛
鈥淓au de depression.鈥 Your muffled voice replied.聽
鈥淎lright, that鈥檚 it, I鈥檝e had enough!鈥 She yelled, grabbing you by your ankles and dragging you towards the foot of the bed. 鈥淭hat bastard does not get to make you mope and cry for this long, I鈥檓 getting you out of the house.鈥
鈥淣o, Soo-jin, just leave me right here, I like it here.鈥澛
Soo-jin paused, her grip on you tightening even more as she hissed out your name. 鈥淟isten here, you are getting in the fucking shower, you are shaving, you鈥檙e going to let me dress you up, and you are getting railed tonight by a sexy stranger, do you understand me?聽
鈥淚 am not doing that!鈥
鈥淭he fuck you aren鈥檛! I鈥檓 going to show you just how hot you are, you won鈥檛 even be thinking about that asshat once you have men falling over themselves to get to you.鈥澛
鈥淧lease, just leave me be so I can wallow in self-pity.鈥 You groaned.聽
鈥淲e all have to do things we don鈥檛 want to, but I am telling you, you will feel so much better if you do this.鈥
鈥淲hat is with you and getting me laid?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檒l make you happy...and I need a happy editor to help me finish my book.鈥
鈥淪o you admit to having ulterior motives?鈥澛
鈥淚t鈥檚 not an ulterior motive, it鈥檚 really more like a bonus. We get to let off some steam, get some free drinks, you forget about what鈥檚 his face, and I get my book edited. It鈥檚 a win-win babe.鈥澛
鈥淪oo-jin,鈥 You said, pausing to take a deep breath, 鈥淚. Am. Not. Going. End of story.鈥澛
鈥淵ou wanna bet?鈥 She asked, her eyelids lowering as she took your words as a challenge. Whenever she gave you that look, you usually did not end up getting your way.聽
And as a testament to that, a few hours later you found yourself and Soo-jin in her car heading downtown.聽
To say you were miserable was an understatement. Soo-jin rarely did not get her way when she put her mind to something, and if she put her mind to dressing you up, doing your makeup, and forcing you into her small car, and waiting outside of a club in the dead of winter, it was going to happen.聽
You hadn鈥檛 been to a club since you were in college, and when you had gone it was with...Hyun-woo. He often wanted you to do things that were outside of your comfort zone and you would try to for him. But that was one of many incidents that proved to be too uncomfortable for you.聽
If you were being honest with yourself, then you knew that you could have tried harder to stop Soo-jin from making you leave. But there was another part of you that wanted to prove to yourself that you could do the things Hyun-woo thought you couldn鈥檛, the things he had wanted you to do.聽
The temperature inside of the club was a shock to your system, after being stood outside in the snow the heat inside felt like an oven. You stuck close to Soo-jin鈥檚 side, her arm slung around your shoulders as she ushered you inside and towards the bar.聽
The club was pulsating with bright red and misty teal blue lights, blinding you momentarily when you looked too closely at the strobes. You blindly stumbled around, holding tightly to Soo-jin until you were pressed up against the side of the bar.聽
鈥淚sn鈥檛 this fun?!鈥 She laughed, her voice straining as she tried to make herself audible over the thumping bass of the music.聽
鈥淔un?!鈥 You echoed, trying to sound sarcastic but the volume of your voice had lost its edge.聽
鈥淚 know right?!鈥 She yelled back only to be met with your incredulous look.聽
Soo-jin leaned up against the bar, attempting to flag down the bartender, and upon doing so ordered shots.聽
鈥淪oo-jin!鈥 You yelled, 鈥淚 can鈥檛 handle shots!鈥
鈥淛ust try one babe, warm yourself up, loosen up a bit!鈥 She shouted back, sliding the glass towards you.聽
You stared down into the glass cautiously, debating if you should or shouldn鈥檛 down it. But, once the image of Hyun-woo and your sister seeped its way back into your brain, you slammed it back without a second thought. You coughed a few times from the burn in your throat, your eyes stinging with tears from the pain. It had been a long time since you had a drink, and even when you did it was never anything strong.聽
鈥淭hat鈥檚 my girl!鈥 Soo-jin squealed, patting your back enthusiastically as you slowly smiled from her praise. 鈥淯h oh.鈥
鈥淲hat? What鈥檚 wrong?鈥
鈥淵ou see tall, dark, and sexy over there?鈥 She said pointing to the opposite end of the bar, 鈥淪he鈥檚 eye fucking me.鈥
The woman at the end of the bar was leaning back on her elbows, her short black hair pushed back out of her face and the collar of her satin button-down opened up dangerously low. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her dark irises trained on your friend beside you as she sent her a wink, one that made even your face heat up.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 going in,鈥 Soo-jin said before downing a shot and disappearing from your side.聽
鈥淪oo-jin!鈥 You tried to catch her attention but it was too late, she had her mind set on her target and she was going for it.聽
You let out a heavy sigh, your body sagging against the bar as you closed your eyes. The lights and the unbearably loud music were getting to you, the beginnings of a headache were brewing in the back of your head.聽
You couldn鈥檛 blame Soo-jin, she really did have the best intentions at heart, but she was easily distracted. That was just how she was, and you normally loved her for it. But now? Now you just wanted to go home.聽
A sweet scent suddenly flooded your nose, one that was almost mouthwatering. Your eyes snapped open and you began to look around to find the source only to be met with a man at your side. He was dangerously close to you and even more dangerously attractive. He had an alluring smirk on his plush lips, a smooth and blemish-free complexion, dark eyes, and platinum blonde, almost silver, hair. In short, he was stunning and pretty, the kind of pretty that didn鈥檛 talk to you.聽
You choked a bit in shock, flinching back away from him and spurring an amused chuckle from his throat.聽
鈥淎re you all alone, pretty girl?鈥 He asked with a tilt of his head.聽
You were momentarily mesmerized, pausing for a long while before you snapped out of it and finally processed his question. 鈥淎lone? No, my friend is here.鈥
鈥淚s she now? She looks kind of busy don鈥檛 you think?鈥 He said with a teasing grin, his gaze flickering over Soo-jin who was currently pressed up against a wall in a dark corner of the club by the woman from before. Your face was burning again.聽
鈥淵ou're a shy little thing aren鈥檛 you?鈥 He asked, pressing his lips together to smother an amused smile.聽
鈥淣o!鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not shy? Well if you鈥檙e not shy then you鈥檙e definitely miserable. Why would you come here upset, wouldn鈥檛 you like to have a little fun instead?鈥 He hummed, sliding closer to you and backing you up against the bar.聽
He was even closer now, so close that your breath was trapped in your lungs in a mixture of shock and arousal. He smelled incredible, which should have been a weird thought to think, but he just did. It was hard for you to think with his soft, plush, pink lips inches away and those dark lustful eyes boring into your own.聽
But it was his initial question that was enough to break you from your trance, and like an idiot, you blabbered out the truth. 鈥淢y boyfriend cheated on me.鈥
鈥淥h, you poor thing.鈥 He cooed, pressing in closer to you, his chest now flush with your own.聽
You gasped in surprise as he leaned in, his lips and nose just brushing against the curve of your jaw and effectively sending your heart into overdrive.聽
鈥淪o, you came looking for a rebound then? A distraction, maybe? I would be more than willing to let you use me, baby.鈥 He practically moaned next to your ear, his fingers tracing your exposed collarbone delicately.聽
You shuddered at his touch, his fingertips were ice cold, as cold as the winter air you had previously been stuck in. But, in the stifling heat of the club, it felt beyond soothing, you felt like you were craving his touch.聽
鈥淲on鈥檛 you let me distract you? I promise it鈥檒l be worth your while.鈥 He said, his voice lower than before as he left a single lingering kiss to your jawline.聽
A whine that could only be described as needy managed to squeeze its way past your lips causing the man against you to shudder at the soft noise. You couldn鈥檛 think, you couldn鈥檛 breathe, something you couldn鈥檛 pinpoint was nagging at the back of your head that you needed to step away.聽
You slipped out of his grasp and mumbled a weak apology before speed walking away. The way to the exit was on the other side of the main floor where a massive group of people had taken up to dance. You just needed some fresh hair to knock some sense into, you were certain the cold would do you some good.聽
The floor was packed with people, their bodies pressed together tightly in one writhing mass of movement. You had tried twisting and turning to squeeze through them but it was proving difficult, especially considering some people, men and women alike, had taken your movements as an invitation. It was like the harder you tried to escape, the closer they all pressed in, touching your hair, your arms, your hips, begging you to stay with them instead of departing. You had finally come to a standstill, the space far too little to move through.聽
Little did you know, you had been stalked by a predator the entire time.聽
A strong pair of hands settled on the curve of your waist, guiding you back into a solid chest. That sweet, intoxicating scent was back, the one that almost instantly lulled you into submission.
鈥淲hy did you run from me, sweetheart?鈥 The sickly sweet voice asked, it was him again. 鈥淒on鈥檛 you know that only makes me want you more?鈥
Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest, a byproduct of excitement and fear that created the perfect cocktail of desire.聽
Little did the stranger know, you enjoyed the chase as well. You liked being desired and you derived a sick pleasure from being sought after, it had been Hyun-woo鈥檚 main appeal for you.聽
鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 even tell me your name, don鈥檛 you think I deserve at least that?鈥 He whined.聽
A shaky breath left you as you weakly uttered your name.聽
鈥淪uch a good girl,鈥 He praised you, his fingers lightly rubbing circles into the flesh of your waist, each motion slowly descending your body. 鈥淵ou can call me Jimin, or baby, or even daddy, I can be whatever you want me to be.鈥澛
He was a wet dream on legs, that was what he fucking was.聽
His hands slowly began to guide your hips, teaching you how to roll back into him in smooth motions. You could feel that familiar ache rolling in the pit of your stomach, one you hadn鈥檛 felt in quite a while. His hands steadily began to trace up your hips to delicately cradle your rib cage before going back down again in a steady pattern.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 you want to have fun with me, princess?鈥 He asked, your body twitching and legs tensing at the pet name.聽
鈥淥h, so you鈥檙e one of those girls aren鈥檛 you? You want to be my good girl, don鈥檛 you? My sweet little pillow princess?鈥
You bit your lip in frustration, before you had gotten there you had been vehemently against the idea of going home with a stranger, but you hadn鈥檛 imagined said stranger to be anything like this; attractive, flirty, and downright filthy with his mouth. He was playing all of his cards right and you were certain he had done this before if his demeanor was anything to go by. You wanted him, and if Soo-jin was getting her rocks off why the hell couldn鈥檛 you? That was what she wanted you to do anyway, right?聽
鈥淵es.鈥 You finally said, another flash of red and blue lights blasting over your bodies that were still moving together, 鈥淚 want that.鈥澛
鈥淗mmm,鈥 He hummed, 鈥淕ood girl.鈥
You were struck again with the thought of just how cold he was when his hand encircled your wrist and began to guide you towards the exit. It felt like he had stuck his hands in a freezer for an hour, at first you had thought it was just poor circulation, but all of him was frigid.聽
Another strange thing you couldn鈥檛 help but notice was the crowd itself. When you had tried to flee before it had felt like they were pressing in on you, the space growing so tight it was hard to move nonetheless to get a breath of air. But as he walked, people parted for him. It was not a noticeable path, there was no clear separation in the crowd, but reminiscent of alike poles of magnets the closer he got to individuals, the more they steadily evaded him.聽
You couldn鈥檛 quite imagine why because the closer you got to him the harder it was to think of escaping, he drew you in and drowned you in attention and made you feel like you were the only thing he wanted.聽
After everything you had been through it felt practically euphoric to be wanted, especially by someone like Jimin.聽
The ride with Jimin, back to what you assumed was his place, was a blur, to say the least. It was a lapse of time filled with touches that were too hot to handle, long lingering kisses, and sweet syrupy words of praise that all managed to light the fire of desire in the pit of your stomach. You couldn鈥檛 remember the last time you had felt like this over the span of six years and alongside that burning desire was also the embers of wrath. You were still so heartbroken and furious with Hyun-woo that all you wanted to do was prove to yourself that you could in fact be more, that you weren鈥檛 boring. And if the way this stranger was holding onto you said anything, it was that you were nothing like how Hyun-woo thought you were.聽
Your wrath would be your downfall.聽
Your first sense that something was wrong struck you when you arrived at his home. The road you had been going down was incredibly dark, so dark that you were astounded by how well your partner was moving around the winding paths.聽
Your second sense that something was wrong was when you realized just how isolated the house was, it was far away from the club you and Soo-jin had been at and the both of you had been too overcome by alcohol and hormones to even bother to check in on one another. And, not to mention, it was surrounded by a thick growth of trees and foliage making it almost impossible to see unless you were looking for it or knew where it was.聽
Your third sense came about when he led you to a wall full of tall, glass windows with a door that blended it seamlessly leading into a dimly lit bedroom. He wanted you to enter through there instead of the main entrance, almost like he didn鈥檛 want you to see anyone or anyone else to see you.聽
You came to a stop at the threshold but instead of jerking Jimin to a stop, your feet slid forward through the dirt. Your sudden halt hadn鈥檛 phased him at all, he was too strong to notice it.聽
鈥淛imin, wait,鈥 You said, your mind temporarily freed from its cloud of lust. 鈥淚 think, maybe I should just go home.鈥
His body froze, you couldn鈥檛 make out his face or what expression he was making, you could only see the moonlight gleaming off of his platinum hair. He quickly turned to face you, a lust-ridden needy look on his face as he whined.聽
鈥淏aby, why would you say that?鈥
鈥淚 just...maybe this isn鈥檛 such a good idea.鈥
鈥淲hy wouldn鈥檛 it be? I just want to make you feel good, isn鈥檛 that what you wanted?鈥
鈥淚 mean, yeah, it was but-鈥
鈥淎re you still thinking about him?鈥 He asked, his once desperate tone dissipating with a bitter edge. 鈥淓ven though I鈥檓 right here, willing to let you use me. I didn鈥檛 think you could be so cruel.鈥
鈥淛imin, that鈥檚 not what I mean.鈥
鈥淗ow many times did he use you, princess?鈥 There was that nickname again, the one that had your thighs clenching again. 鈥淚 just want to show you a good time, you can use me like he used you, wouldn鈥檛 that make you feel so much better?鈥澛
He was like a serpent promising you something sweet wrapped around sin. The more he spoke, the more entranced you became, the more you wanted to do whatever he asked of you, the more you wanted him to do for and to you.聽
鈥淭here are so many ways I could make you feel better, princess. And all you have to do is say yes.鈥 He whispered, drawing you closer to him as he began to take slow steps backward over the threshold of his bedroom door. 鈥淛ust one little word and you can have whatever you want from me.鈥澛
鈥淲hatever I want?鈥 You echoed, your body beginning to feel unbearably warm once again, your hearing going fuzzy and your vision narrowing in on him and only him.聽
鈥淲hatever you want, just say the word.鈥澛
And, with a thick gulp, you sealed your fate. 鈥淵es.鈥
There was a flurry of motion as he drew you in and slammed the glass door shut before pressing your back up against it. He wasted no time in diving in and stealing a kiss from your already parted lips.聽
You swore you could get drunk on the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. They were plush, cool, wet, and evidently experienced against your own. You were having trouble keeping up with him already which had him passing amused chuckles to your lips in between kisses.聽
鈥淪o cute.鈥 He mumbled, parting from you for just a moment so he could take in your lust-ridden face.聽
His teeth sunk into the red flesh of his lower lip as he gently traced a finger from your lips, down the curves of your face, and steadily down the column of your throat. A sudden grimace of annoyance overtook his features as his hand jerked away from your necklace, he suddenly looked incredibly frustrated as he glared at the thin, silver chain.聽
He took a deep breath like he was attempting to collect himself and simmer down whatever anger was beginning to boil over.聽
鈥淭ake it off.鈥 He said, the playfulness in his voice gone and now replaced with a domineering persona.聽
You would be lying if you said it didn鈥檛 send a rush of heat down between your legs.聽
鈥淭ake what off?鈥
鈥淎ll of it.鈥
鈥淥h.鈥 You breathed, a soft gasp following your realization.聽
Your hands were shaking as you struggled to undo the clasp of your necklace. After a few laughable attempts, you finally removed it and set it on the nightstand, Jimin鈥檚 dark gaze tracking all of your movements.聽
You awkwardly kicked your heels off and twisted uncomfortably in an attempt to locate the zipper on the back of your dress. Now much more relaxed than before, Jimin鈥檚 frigid hands settled on your waist and turned you around.聽
鈥淟et me take care of you.鈥 He said, easily grasping the zipper and smoothly sliding it down.聽
He watched in anticipation as each new inch of skin was exposed to him. He carefully lifted his hands and just barely brushed his fingers down the curve of your spine, your body twitching at the gentle touch and the cold that emanated from it.聽
He gripped the top of the dress and slowly began to peel it down the length of your body. Every now and then he would stop and lay a painstakingly long and lingering kiss to a new stretch of skin that was exposed to him.聽
Once the dress was pooled around your bare feet, a puddle of crimson silk on the mahogany floor, he let out a satisfied groan, his touch returning now far more forceful than before.聽
鈥淟ook at you,鈥 He sighed, his fingers playing with the hem of your panty line just below your navel. 鈥淎ll wrapped up in lace for me.鈥
You shivered as you felt him press himself against your back, his figure molding to yours. You could feel the cool fabric of his silk black shirt caressing your skin and soft puffs of breath misting over the space that joined your neck and your shoulder.聽
鈥淵ou smell so sweet.鈥 He muttered, tracing his lips over that spot as his tongue darted out to wet the skin.聽
You were struck again by your temperature difference, your skin felt hotter than the sun compared to him and the touch of his tongue to your skin was like an ice cube gliding over you, it sent chills throughout your entire body and had you pressing yourself back into him eagerly, not unlike how the two of you have been at the club moments before.聽
鈥淪it on the bed for me, baby.鈥
You eagerly settled yourself on the edge of the mattress, scooting backward so you could tuck your legs underneath you in a manner in which you hoped looked appealing. You and Hyun-woo hadn鈥檛 exactly been the adventurous type but you knew each other, or at least you thought you did. You were in foreign territory at this point and you were incredibly excited and nervous at the same time while not knowing what to expect from the ethereal stranger that stood in front of you.聽
鈥淕ood girl, you follow instructions so well,鈥 He praised you, 鈥淚 thought I was going to have a bratty little princess to deal with tonight.鈥
Your body was alight with nerves, tingles erupting underneath your skin from head to toe. And, not to mention, there was the steady pulse that was throbbing in between your thighs that was reminding you why exactly you were there.聽
鈥淣ow, I want you to lean back and open those pretty legs for me.鈥 He instructed as he began to climb onto the bed with you, one of his knees pressing into the mattress as he crawled closer to you.聽
You swallowed thickly as you uncertainly parted your legs, your bra and panties were still covering everything important but you still could not dispel that feeling of discomfort as a stranger climbed on top of you and drank in your body like a man long deprived of water.聽
鈥淒oing so well for me, princess.鈥 He hummed as he settled himself over you, using his knee to coax your legs open even more so he could press some of his weight against you.聽
His long lashes swept over his under eyes as his eyelids fluttered shut. He pressed his lips to your collarbone, leaving long kisses there as he fiddled with your bra strap, lowering both of them as your chest heaved with nervous breaths.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 be so nervous, pretty girl.鈥 He paused to press another wet kiss to the tops of your breasts that were still held within your bra. 鈥淚 know you鈥檝e done this before.鈥澛
鈥淣ot...not with you.鈥 You managed to say, it was getting harder to look at him, it was like he was just too pretty to stare directly at. He was having none of that.聽
His thumb and forefinger gripped your chin, turning your head towards him and away from the side so that he could look at you. 鈥淣o, not with me. But trust me, when this is all over, all you鈥檒l be able to think about is me.鈥澛
And he certainly did keep his promise. It was hard to think of anyone but him when he was the one with his head in between your legs, his tongue teasingly stroking your lace covered center as his hands held your thighs apart and down into the soft covers of the mattress.聽
Each time your hips jerked upwards accompanied by a desperate and whiny moan, an amused chuckle would follow in response and a harsh slap to your thigh to remind you who was in charge.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 rush me.鈥 He warned you the first time, dark eyes glaring at you from beneath a curtain of platinum bangs, his hair having fallen out of place from a desperate tug from you seconds prior.聽
You tried your best, you really did, but it wasn鈥檛 easy, especially when he finally removed your panties and flung them into the dark recesses of the bedroom. The feeling of his slick tongue rolling around your bare clit was enough to have you gripping his hair.聽
Immediately he pulled back and stopped, causing you to whine and beg him to do it again.聽
鈥淚 thought you were going to be a good girl.鈥 He sighed.聽
鈥淚 am!鈥 You promised, attempting to sit up.聽
鈥淭hen why can鈥檛 you follow simple instructions?鈥
鈥淚, um, I鈥檝e never had anyone...you know.鈥 You said with a shrug, mildly gesturing towards him.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檝e never had anyone eat you out?鈥 He asked plainly, not wanting to deal with your bashfulness at the moment considering he too was getting rather frustrated, like yourself.聽
鈥淵es.鈥 You softly whispered.聽
鈥淲hat about your boyfriend?鈥
鈥淓x,鈥 You reminded him, 鈥淗yun-woo didn鈥檛 like doing it.鈥
He raised his eyebrows in shock, not comprehending what you just said.聽
鈥淒id he at least make you cum?鈥
鈥淣o, I don鈥檛 think so.鈥
There was a new look on his face, one that had replaced his old one of frustration and dominance. This one was determined and dripping with lust.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry,鈥 He said, licking his lips, 鈥淚 will.鈥
You couldn鈥檛 manage to say anything in response, nonetheless get in a breath of air before he had returned to his previous position and continued his work like his life depended on it.聽
You were new to the sensation and, not to mention, incredibly sensitive. And that paired with his skill had you tumbling over the edge in a matter of minutes. You would have been embarrassed by the noise that left your mouth had you not been so surprised and preoccupied by the intensity of your orgasm, your vision turning blinding white before fading to black as you lost all sense of everything around you.聽
But even then he didn鈥檛 stop. You could feel his cheek resting on the inner portion of your thigh as he continued to worship you passionately, sucking, licking, and kissing with a vengeance. You weakly tugged at his platinum tresses, trying to pull him away as he pushed you into oversensitivity. That had the opposite effect, only spurring an aroused moan from his throat as you tugged harder, his body shivering from the burn of pain he felt in his scalp.聽
鈥淛imin!鈥 You whined, hips twisting as you tried to move away from the new and overwhelming sensation.聽
鈥淥ne more.鈥 He demanded, voice deeper than you had heard before, before pressing his lips to your clit and delivering a harsh suck.聽
That did it.聽
It was practically painful, how good it felt, that is. You were completely out of it, unaware as to how loud you had become, the twitching of every muscle in your body, and the fresh set of slick tears that rolled down your cheeks. No one had ever made you feel this way before.聽
But there was also the feeling of pure pain that had you reeling, it felt like teeth were sinking into the meat of your thigh. You cried out in pain, lurching up onto your elbows before you pushed him away. Surprisingly, he relented, shifting away to look up at you. Dark blood coated his lips and chin, his tongue darting out to sweep it all into his mouth.聽
There was a definite bite mark on your leg, the impression of teeth obscured by blood that was dripping out of it.聽
鈥淲hy did you do that?鈥 You panted, frantically pressing your hand over the wound.聽
鈥淚 like to mix pain with pleasure. You don鈥檛?鈥
It was your inexperience that really fucked you over. Maybe if you had been more open to trying things with Hyun-woo, you wouldn鈥檛 have fallen for Jimin鈥檚 trap. You would have known better than to stay. You would have left right then and there. But you didn鈥檛.聽
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think so.鈥 You hesitantly said.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 okay, you don鈥檛 have to.鈥 He hummed, gripping your wrist and bringing your hand up to his face so he could trace his tongue over your palm and fingers, collecting every drop of blood that coated your skin.聽
鈥淥h.鈥 You mumbled, your gaze pinned to him, settled on his knees as he savored the taste of your blood.聽
Your thoughts were tangled together, a mess of disgust and desire shrouded by a post orgasmic haze.
You hadn鈥檛 noticed that he had been fully dressed the entire time, and there was something rather enticing about that. But you definitely noticed when he pulled away from you and began shedding his layers of clothing. Every inch of him, from head to toe, was pretty. And you meant everything.聽
From there, everything blurred into a heady crimson haze. The feeling of skin sliding against skin, the sounds of soft pants and harsh moans, and the feeling of him everywhere. You couldn鈥檛 think or do anything, your chest felt tight as wisps of air barely managed to enter your lips, he had been quick to smother them leaving you light-headed.聽
His grip on you was impossibly tight, so hard that his fingers left behind deep red impressions that were fated to turn blue and purple. You were sure most of your body looked like that, a canvas decorated in messy shades of red from hastily bitten hickies and an ironclad hold.聽
And, if you had been more aware of yourself in the throes of pleasure, you may have worried about your partner. Your nails had dug into his skin and drawn blood and had wrapped yourself around him fairly strongly. But you weren鈥檛 aware and you had failed to notice the thin red lines you had raked immediately heal after you and pulled your fingers away.聽
That feeling was rising again, it was familiar to you, it would be the third time you had felt it that night.聽
All of this had created the perfect distraction, the minute your eyes fluttered shut and your body shook once more, his teeth found their way into your neck and contorted your once pleasured cry into a painful scream.聽
The strong grip you had once enjoyed felt like shackles, pressing you down into the silken sheets as you screamed and tried to wriggle away. His jaw tensed, clamping down harder into your neck and forcing a thick current of blood to ooze into his waiting mouth.聽
Your heart was beating unbearably fast, your muscles tensed and your cries became more frantic. No matter of pulling or pushing could unlatch him from your neck and there was a deep pit in your stomach telling you that you were going to die.聽
A deep noise was rumbling in his chest, it was almost like a purr, a noise of pure contentment and ecstasy blending into a moan as he dragged you into his hold even tighter.聽
Your eyes began darting around, your head turning to the side as you attempted to find anything or anyone that could help you. There was nothing, nothing except for the gentle gleam of moonlight on the silver of your necklace.聽
You didn鈥檛 know what was urging you to grab it but you did, your arm flinging to the side without a thought and ripping it off of the nightstand before pressing the metal against the side of his face with a strong slap.聽
It was instantaneous, a loud cry of pain broke free from him as he flung himself backward and away from you.聽
Your hand quickly clamped down over your bleeding neck as you scrambled up into a sitting position. He was in the corner of the room now, his hands pressed to the side of his face as a noise left his mouth that was a cross between a whimper and a hiss. He was hurt and he was pissed.
His head snapped towards your direction, and the sight of his face had you leaping up from the bed and running out of the door into the cold winter night.聽
His eyes had been a vibrant crimson red that was practically glowing in the dark, his face stained with blood accompanied by a long burn mark ingrained in his flesh and the tips of serrated fangs just grazing his plump lower lip.聽
He was a monster.聽
The winter night was unforgiving, the cold wind slicing through you and the freshly fallen snow biting at your fingers and toes. You had never thought you would be in this position, running bare ass naked through the woods during a frigid winter night, but here you were and you were beyond freezing.聽
The cold had been soothing hours earlier but now it was violent, harsh, and painful.聽
You were coming to terms with a multitude of things and all in such a short period of time. Your relationship had been a sham, your sister betrayed you, you slept with a stranger, and now you were being hunted by a creature you had thought to be a fabrication of dreams and old myth.聽
And you were going to die.聽
He was far stronger than you and you didn鈥檛 doubt he was much faster than you, you could only hope your small attack had been enough to buy you some time to find help. But even that was wishful thinking.聽
You could hear footsteps behind you, and they were fast but not as fast as you had anticipated. So you had hurt him.聽
You could feel the cold freezing your tears to your skin, and it refused to spare an inch of you. The snow burned where it touched your skin and you knew it was slowing you down. You couldn鈥檛 get rid of the feeling that you were a helpless rabbit being chased down by a carnivore, and you feared that your running was only prolonging your inevitable demise.聽
That was, of course, until you caught sight of light breaking through the thick snow-laden branches of the trees. There was a road, you were going to make it.聽
鈥淧rincess!鈥 His voice called, he was still far enough away. 鈥淒on鈥檛 make this harder than it has to be. I thought you wanted to have fun with me?鈥澛
Your blood instantly froze in fright, your muscles burning with strain as you forced yourself to run impossibly faster. Your will to survive had become the strongest it had ever been in weeks.聽
鈥淟eave me alone!鈥 You screamed as you neared the roadside, the trees steadily thinning out the closer you came.聽
鈥淲here would the fun be in that?!鈥澛
And then, you broke free, your feet meeting asphalt and your body meeting the headlights of an oncoming car.聽
It was a pickup truck, a faded red one that looked like it had seen better days. Luckily, the breaks worked just fine. The truck screeched to a halt uncomfortably close to you before the car door was thrown open and a man stumbled out of it.聽
鈥淲hat the hell are you doing in the middle of the...oh my god.鈥 He said.聽
He was tall, very tall, and swaddled in a thick winter coat that was looking exceptionally inviting at the moment. Your feet were carrying you forward, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself in an attempt to garner warmth instead of maintaining some sense of modesty.聽
鈥淚 need help.鈥 You croaked as he hastily met you halfway, keeping his eyes on your face as he shrugged off his winter coat and helped your stiff limbs into the sleeves. The warmth was spectacular.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e hurt,鈥 He said, his gaze hardening as he caught sight of the wound on your neck and the blood-stained to your legs, Jimin鈥檚 other bite being concealed by the hem of the jacket. 鈥淚 can help you.鈥
The kind stranger ushered you to the cab of his truck, helping you into the passenger seat and buckling your seatbelt before climbing into the driver's seat beside you. You had been wary to put your trust in another stranger, but anyone had to be better than the red-eyed monster that chased you through the forest.聽
The man blasted the heat and aimed all of the vents toward you before leaning into the back seat and unfolding a flannel blanket and proceeding to help you wrap it around your frozen feet and legs.聽
鈥淲e need to get you somewhere, a hospital? The police?鈥澛
鈥淣o!鈥 You cried, shocking him.聽
You were sure you knew what he was thinking, with the state he had found you in, he thought a hospital trip and a police report were going to be imminent.聽
鈥淚...I need to go home, please.鈥澛
No one would believe you if you told them what had happened. What were you supposed to do? Say that you went home with a strange man, fucked him, and then almost became his dinner? There was nothing a team of police officers could do, and who would believe the girl that cried, vampire? No one. You had no choice, no options. The only thing you could do was go home.
鈥淵ou should let me take you to the hospital, please.鈥 He tried again, his eyes tracing over your shaking figure.聽
鈥淚 can鈥檛, please just take me home, I just want to go home.鈥
His face softened at your words, pity clear on his visage. He could see how scared and tired you were, and although he was conflicted about what he had to do, who was he to deny your wish to go home when you were so clearly distressed?
鈥淥kay, I鈥檒l take you home.鈥
鈥淭hank you鈥︹
鈥淢ingi, Song Mingi.鈥
鈥淭hank you, Mingi.鈥 You whispered as he shifted the car into drive and began to move down the road again, back towards town.
Your safety was all an illusion though, and that illusion was shattered as you caught sight of vivid red eyes peering at you from the depths of the snow-covered forest.聽
This wasn鈥檛 over.聽
~~~~~~~
Soo-jin hadn鈥檛 been home when you got there. Mingi had pulled into your dirt path driveway and her car was nowhere in sight. You could only assume she had gone home with the woman from the club.聽
Before you could open the car door, Mingi had leaped out of the driver鈥檚 seat and rounded the hood of the truck, opening up your door for you.聽
He held his arms open expectantly and you could only fix him with a dumbfounded look.聽
鈥淟et me carry you.鈥 He explained, inching closer.聽
鈥淣o, no, you don鈥檛 have to do that.鈥 You mumbled, drawing closer into yourself.聽
鈥淔rostbite鈥檚 pretty expensive on the fingers and toes, are you sure you want to walk through those drifts?鈥澛
You hesitantly peered over his shoulder, he wasn鈥檛 wrong, it had snowed even more by your house and you would most likely be shin-deep in the snow if you tried. Not to mention, there was bound to be ice on your front steps.聽
You sighed and meekly nodded, scooting closer to the edge of the seat thus allowing him to slip his arms under your back and blanket-covered legs and lift you up and out of the car. Whatever warmth you had previously gained was being peeled away by the brisk air and, embarrassingly, you felt yourself shifting closer to your savior.聽
He didn鈥檛 comment on your behavior and instead walked through the snow and brought you up to your house. And, like always, Soo-jin had forgotten to lock it.聽
鈥淗old on, let me grab some clothes real quick,鈥 You said as he stood in your doorway.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay, you can keep the jacket.鈥 He gently smiled.聽
鈥淣o, I can鈥檛-,鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 just a jacket, it can be replaced.鈥澛
And so, you relented. Song Mingi was a genuinely good person. He asked you if you needed anything, if you wanted him to stay, and gave you his number in case you needed him before he left.聽
It was when you were standing alone in the darkness of your home, wrapped up in Mingi鈥檚 jacket, blood dried to your skin, and trembling that the adrenaline finally wore off and everything came crashing down on you.聽
You had been attacked by a monster and you had almost died that night.聽
Your legs went boneless, your entire body falling limply to the ground as your breaths became short and fast. You were losing it. You could feel the pain now. Before it had been numb from the adrenaline but it was back. Your neck and inner thigh had blossomed with hot pain from where his teeth and fangs had been and your skin was irritated from the cold. There were definite bruises around wrists and shoulders that you were certain were going to stain your skin for weeks to come.聽
You allowed yourself that time alone to cry everything out, everything that had been building up for weeks and came to a climax that night. You were certain you looked pathetic, limply curled up in a ball on the cold floor, in the dark, sobbing your eyes out.聽
And you were completely unaware of the presence watching you outside of your window.聽
When you could no longer squeeze tears from your eyes and could only sniffle, you forced yourself to stand and make your way upstairs to your bedroom.聽
You made yourself shower, refusing to even glance in the direction of your mirror in fear of what you would see, and then you climbed into bed.聽
But even then, sleep did not come easy. Every time your eyes fluttered shut you saw him again, those long, sharp fangs glimmering with your freshly spilled blood, his eyes a horrific red, and the feeling of being hunted.聽
But what was even worse was what you tried to hide from yourself. When you had been running away from him, completely and utterly vulnerable, your heart had not only thrummed in fear and exertion but excitement as well.聽
You had liked being chased.聽
A pitiful whine echoed from your strained vocal cords as you turned on your side, pressing your face into the comforting, familiar scent and feel of your pillows. You were just as disgusted with yourself and you were with him.聽
Because, where Jimin liked to mix pain with his pleasure, you liked fear with yours.聽
~~~~~~~
Out of everyone in that club Jimin could have picked, he chose you.聽
You had been an easy choice for a multitude of reasons, but he could narrow them down to a few prominent ones.聽
He could tell just from the sight of you that you were inexperienced and uncomfortable. The way you pressed yourself against the bar and clung to your friend told him that more than enough. He liked the shy ones, not that he was exceptionally picky because really he wasn鈥檛, especially when he had the knowledge that he could have anyone he wanted. But every now and then Jimin would get a bit of a competitive streak, with himself of course. And on the nights where he wasn鈥檛 as ravenous as he normally was, he had enough clarity to challenge himself.聽
Jimin hadn鈥檛 changed much from his youth in the mid 1920鈥檚. Even back then he had been promiscuous, or what protective mothers would call him, 鈥渢rouble.鈥澛
He knew he was attractive and he wasn鈥檛 a complete asshole, back when women expected dates as standard he would do his best, but at the end of the night it was all the same. He always got what he wanted.聽
But, all of his fun had come to an end when the stock market crashed. It wasn鈥檛 just the rich that got fucked over, it was the entire economy and that did not exclude him. Work was scarce and so was food, and when you鈥檙e busy trying to survive, you don鈥檛 give a second thought about getting lucky.聽
It was when he was on the brink of starvation that Namjoon found him and he gave him a choice, a quick and painless death, or the chance to live forever. He chose immortality.聽聽
And he chose to live his life the way he did before, this time though, he got to kill two birds with one stone, he could satiate his hunger for pleasure and food at the same time.聽
And he had been so excited to do that very thing to you. You were in a vulnerable state, having just broken up with your boyfriend, you played hard to get in the best of ways, and he could smell just how delicious you were going to be the second you stepped foot into that club. You were hands down the most delicious human he had ever had the pleasure of catching the scent of.聽
And you had been so good for him. Until you had to go and ruin it of course. He had been fantasizing about the image of your bare body limp in his grasp, your skin ashen from blood loss, and thick rivers of blood seeping into his sheets and staining his skin.聽
He was amazed by your will to live, that was some credit he could give you. He was astounded that you knew to burn him with silver, that you ran off into the forest completely vulnerable, and that you had even been lucky enough to find another human.聽
You were the one that got away.聽
He had watched you and the man return to your home and he kept a careful eye on the two of you. Now, he at least knew where you lived. He was sure Namjoon wasn鈥檛 going to be happy that he had let you get away, but what Namjoon didn鈥檛 know wouldn't hurt him.聽
Once he had watched you retreat into the safety of your room, hidden from his gaze by thick curtains, he returned home.聽
When he walked in he caught sight of his reflection, wincing at the sight of the slowly healing burn mark on his cheek. It wasn鈥檛 going to scar him, but it would take a while to heal without blood. And there was just something about the sight of that mark that made his chest burn with anger and determination at the same time.聽
He hated seeing his perfect face marred, but he supposed it was a fair trade, he had left marks of his own on you after all.聽聽
鈥淛esus fuck, Jimin,鈥 A familiar voice hissed, 鈥減ut some fucking clothes on, we aren鈥檛 running a brothel.鈥澛
鈥淵ou would know a thing or two about those, wouldn鈥檛 you, Jin?鈥澛
鈥淵ou鈥檙e already on thin ice, Jimin. I wouldn鈥檛 push your luck if I were you.鈥
鈥淭hin ice? Whatever do you mean?鈥 He replied with a look of faux confusion.聽聽
鈥淵ou know exactly what I mean, bringing home those women all the time knowing we all can hear everything, it鈥檚 annoying. You鈥檙e not twenty anymore, it鈥檚 time to get over these childish antics.鈥
鈥淥h, you won鈥檛 have to worry about that much longer.鈥
鈥淚...what?鈥 The elder looked dumbfounded for a moment. This hadn鈥檛 been the first time they had this conversation, but it was the first time Jimin didn鈥檛 call him old and boring and told him to get laid.聽
鈥淛imin...what happened to your face?鈥澛
鈥淣othing for you to worry about.鈥
鈥淣othing for me to worry about, or nothing for Namjoon to worry about?鈥
鈥淏oth, you tell on everyone anyways.鈥
鈥淭hat girl you brought back...where is she, Jimin?鈥
The silence that ensued was more than enough to tell Jin exactly what had happened.聽
鈥淪he did that to you, didn鈥檛 she? And she got away?! Oh, you鈥檙e really in deep now, aren鈥檛 you?鈥
鈥淣amjoon doesn鈥檛 need to know about this. You have your secrets, and I have mine. It鈥檚 best we keep it that way, don鈥檛 you agree?鈥澛
Jin鈥檚 face was set with irritation, the look he was giving Jimin was ice cold. The relationships in their coven were strained, to put it lightly. They were the furthest thing from harmonious, but all of them understood the strength that numbers provided. They got along for the sake of survival. There were few people in the house Jimin got along with, his maker, Taehyung, and Hoseok.聽
Jungkook was a wild card, not many people got along with him. Except for Namjoon, Jungkook was his favorite creation and that always left a bitter taste in everyone鈥檚 mouth.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e lucky Yoongi didn鈥檛 find you first, he鈥檚 fuming.鈥
鈥淚sn鈥檛 he always?鈥
鈥淓ven more so, you spilt fresh blood with the newbie in the house, he almost couldn鈥檛 hold her off.鈥
鈥淲ho? The little snack?鈥 He mused, licking his lips.聽
鈥淪he鈥檚 one of us now and she鈥檚 Yoongi鈥檚, that means you keep your fangs to yourself.鈥
Jimin was reluctant to admit it, but Jin was right. He didn鈥檛 want to be the one to tumble the house鈥檚 poorly balanced harmony. There was a hierarchy, as annoying as it was. Age had a big part to play in that. Namjoon sat at the top, then Yoongi, then Jin, followed by Hoseok, then himself and Taehyung, and at the very bottom was Jungkook. But, despite being the youngest, he tended to get away with the most. That was how Namjoon was though, he always had a soft spot for the young ones.聽
鈥淗e doesn鈥檛 need to worry about that, I have my sights set on someone else.鈥澛
鈥淒o be careful, one fledgling is hard to manage, let鈥檚 not add another one.鈥 Jin said, although it sounded like a warning more than a suggestion.聽
鈥淥h, I plan on making her last for as long as I can.鈥 Jimin laughed, his tongue running over his fangs in an attempt to gather whatever remnants of your blood remained.聽
He truly meant what he said, in more ways than one.聽
~~~~~~~
Ever since that night, things hadn鈥檛 been right. You were certain you were being watched and followed no matter where you went. It was like there was a phantom tracing every single one of your steps.聽
You were hoping it was just paranoia, but another part of you knew better. If you were Jimin, you wouldn鈥檛 let a human go with the knowledge of your existence. And you were certain you knew what he was doing, he was prowling out of sight, watching you from a distance you couldn鈥檛 see.聽
And even when you couldn鈥檛 feel his presence you were reminded of him. The imprints of his teeth were still embedded in your flesh. There were the familiar rounded teeth marks, but then there were the deep wounds, the perfect circles of elongated canines that marred your flesh. Any time you wore a deep collared shirt or took a shower you were faced with the memories of that night that had been scarred into your inner thigh and shoulder.
It was just like Jimin said, after that night he was the only person you could think about.聽
When Soo-jin had stumbled into your house the next day, with a nasty hangover and a dumb struck smile plastered to her face, you lied to her. You told her you went home with a guy and you had a great night. And in her stupor, she believed you.聽
It was easy to hide the evidence that anything had happened otherwise in the winter, all you ever wore were sweatpants and a baggy hoodie to stay warm. You could keep up the lie to keep her safe. Besides, it鈥檚 not like she would believe you anyways. You wouldn鈥檛 believe you, had you not lived through it.聽
And you had thought you were doing fine, that you could handle the aftermath of that night, but that was so far from the truth. You were suffering on the inside.聽
It was tiring, putting up a front for Soo-jin while at the same time having restless nights. It was hard to smile at her, laugh with her, and leave the house when all you could think about was how unsafe you were.聽
And so, to mediate what damage had been done, you decided to meet up with the one person who might believe you. Your sister.聽
She had been eager to speak with you when you finally responded to her slew of messages. You knew you were setting yourself up for even more damage in the long term, but what could one more metaphorical wound do? The longer you thought about your near death experience, the more you were plunged into the cold shock of existential dread.聽
You had once thought you could rely on her. And whereas you had been wrong with that, there was a time where you loved her and could tell her anything.聽
That was how you found yourself sitting across from her in a small coffee shop in town, the only one to be exact. Briar Hills never failed to surprise you with its simple life.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 so glad you agreed to meet with me.鈥 Your sister smiled, although there was anxiety in her eyes. 鈥淚 really want to talk to you about this whole thing.鈥
She really did strike a nerve in you without even trying.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 not here to talk about that.鈥 You sighed, rubbing at the insomnia induced bruises beneath your eyes.聽
鈥淲e...we really shouldn鈥檛 avoid it any longer. I think you need to talk about it to someone.鈥澛
鈥淎nd why would that someone be you?鈥 You snapped, causing her to flinch back in her seat.聽
鈥淧lease, you have to understand, I didn鈥檛 want you to find out the way you did.鈥
鈥淩eally? That鈥檚 what you're concerned about? The way I found out? You have no fucking empathy do you? Ever since I can remember everything has always been about you, you could never do any wrong! You always got everything you wanted and fuck everyone else, right? Cause鈥 why would their feelings matter?!鈥
鈥淧eople are staring, please-鈥
鈥淟et them fucking stare, you like being the center of attention don鈥檛 you? You sure did get my boyfriend鈥檚 attention!鈥澛
鈥淗e pursued me, it wasn鈥檛 my fault!鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 care, I don鈥檛 fucking care!鈥 You yelled, people steadily flooding out of the shop as your meltdown worsened.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e my big sister! You鈥檙e supposed to protect me, not hurt me! You could have said no, you could have told me what he was doing, you could have said anything but instead you spread your legs!鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not like that-鈥
鈥淣o! You don鈥檛 get to tell me what it鈥檚 like, you don鈥檛 get to trick me into thinking it鈥檚 my fault, I am sick and tired of taking the blame for everyone else鈥檚 fuck ups! You don鈥檛 have a single idea of what I have gone through the past few weeks! I lost you, Hyun-woo, and I was almost fucking murdered!鈥
鈥淲hat?鈥 She whispered, her fingers brushing her lips as she covered her mouth in shock.聽
鈥淵ou heard me, and no one would even believe me, no matter who I tell, nothing can be done. And for one stupid moment I thought maybe I could actually trust you, maybe everything wasn鈥檛 as bad as I thought it was, but you鈥檙e rotten to the core just like Hyun-woo.鈥澛
鈥淲hat, what happened?鈥
鈥淵ou wouldn鈥檛 believe me even if I told you.鈥 You groaned, hands gripping your hair in complete and utter frustration.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e just not going to tell anyone? Look, put aside everything else for a minute and look at me.鈥 She begged, attempting to hold your hands before you tugged them away. 鈥淵ou need to say something, anything, you can鈥檛 just pretend these things never happened.鈥
As much as you hated her, it was hard not to agree with her. From an outsider鈥檚 perspective, such as her own, it was insane to think you didn鈥檛 want to try and find the person who tried to kill you. But she didn鈥檛 get it.聽
But when she looked at you like that, it was hard not to see the her you used to love. The sister you looked up to and envied all the same. For a moment, it was like you were looking at her when you were kids. And you wanted to tell her.聽
鈥淚,鈥 You paused to take a breath, 鈥淚 was attacked by a-鈥
鈥淧rincess!鈥 A voice called, sending chills throughout your entire body.聽
Your form tensed as you heard the click of shoes approaching you from behind. The closer he got, the stronger that unmistakable sweet scent of his became. You pressed your eyes shut as they began to burn with tears, you felt like a child hiding from the monster underneath your blanket.聽
You flinched as the chair beside you was pulled back, the legs screeching against the wood floor as it was dragged away. Instantly your right side could feel the cold that emanated from him as his arm brushed up against your own.聽
鈥淚鈥檝e been looking all over for you.鈥 His melodic voice cooed as he wrapped his left arm around your shoulders, effectively trapping you in between him and the wall to your left.聽
You shivered as you felt the familiar touch of his lips to your cheek, his nose nuzzling into the skin like the way a lover would before he pulled away. 鈥淚鈥檝e missed you.鈥
鈥淲ho is this?鈥 Your sister asked you, making you open your eyes.聽
Reluctantly, you looked at the vampire sitting next to you. Your heart dropped into your stomach, it was him alright, a vampire outside in the middle of the day.聽
He was dressed completely in black with a pair of sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and a smug smile settled on his lips.聽
鈥淗e鈥檚-鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 her boyfriend.鈥 He smirked as you choked.聽
Your sister's jaw dropped for two reasons, one was clear as day, there was an obvious look of envy on her face. So, Soo-jin had been right, she did always want everything you 鈥渉ad.鈥 And the other look was one of annoyance.聽
鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe you,鈥 She laughed with a shake of her head, 鈥渟o high and mighty, sitting there giving me all of this grief over Hyun-woo, but you moved on pretty fast didn鈥檛 you?鈥澛
鈥淗e鈥檚 not-鈥
鈥淪ave it, I can tell when I鈥檓 not wanted. Don鈥檛 worry, I鈥檒l tell Hyun-woo you said hello.鈥 She spat out, shoving her chair back, and rushing out of the shop.聽
鈥淪he smells like you, not as good of course, siblings?鈥 He asked.聽
Your hands clenched into fists as you attempted to lean away from him, only for his hold to tighten on you.
鈥淪o, I鈥檓 right then? And she鈥檚 the one he fucked? I don鈥檛 get it, she鈥檚 nothing special.鈥澛
As nice as that was to hear, he was the last person you wanted telling you that. You wanted to get up and run as far away from him as you could, for the second time.聽
鈥淗ow are you here? It鈥檚 daytime.鈥澛
鈥淗m?鈥 He hummed before smiling, his white teeth glinting, 鈥淚t鈥檚 winter, we're furthest from the sun in this season, not to mention there鈥檚 a thick cloud cover today, I can get away with being outside, it just hurts to see.鈥 He explained, tapping the side of his glasses.聽
鈥淧lease, just leave me alone. I swear I won鈥檛 tell anyone what you are, I just want to be left alone.鈥 You begged, your chin dropping to your chest.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 afraid I can鈥檛 do that,鈥 He sighed, 鈥淵ou鈥檝e managed to keep me interested, something no one has ever done before. The one that got away.鈥 He mused.聽
鈥淵ou fed from me, you had sex with me, what more could you want?鈥 You whispered, your body trembling even harder now.聽
鈥淚 want all of you.鈥 He said, gripping your chin and jerking your face up to look at him, his red irises hidden behind the opaque lenses of his glasses.聽
鈥淥ne taste wasn鈥檛 enough, and trust me, I miss the way you taste in more ways than one.鈥 He groaned, his tongue moving over his lips as he reminisced. 鈥淲on鈥檛 you be my good little princess again?鈥
鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淣o? I鈥檓 afraid I can鈥檛 take no for an answer, sweetheart. You see, I鈥檓 a stubborn man and at the end of the day I always get what I want. My kind are much more patient than yours, we have a lot of time on our hands, but you have an expiration date and I refuse to let a sweet little thing like you go to waste.鈥澛
鈥淲hy can鈥檛 you find someone else? Anyone else?鈥
鈥淏ecause I like a challenge, more specifically, I like you. I want you. You鈥檙e mine, mine to feed from, mine to pleasure, and mine to take care of.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 belong to you.鈥 You managed to say, forcing him off of you as you stood up. He couldn鈥檛 hurt you in public, not without exposing himself for what he truly was.聽
鈥淵ou poor thing,鈥 He tutted, resting his chin in his hands, 鈥淵ou鈥檝e been used by so many people you can鈥檛 fathom anyone wanting you, can you?鈥
You froze once more, he had figured it out.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry, princess. I鈥檒l prove my devotion to you.鈥
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You had done your very best to avoid the vampire, but he was even better at tracking you down. You had figured he knew where you lived when for the past weeks you had thought you felt another鈥檚 presence lurking around. But now, he had no problem making himself known.聽
You had gotten used to keeping the curtains drawn shut, because when you did leave them open, you could see him in the tree line, his platinum blonde hair reflecting the pale moonlight and his vibrant eyes tracing every little motion of your body. Before you would snap the curtains closed, he would send you a kiss and a wink.聽
It was incredibly confusing to you, how you could remember the carnivorous monster that chased you through the woods while also remembering his alluring nature in the club, and his assertive personality in the coffee shop.聽
What was even worse was the further into winter it became, the earlier the sun would set, and then you would see him more often.聽
He was becoming more agitated out there, you could only assume because he was hungry. And if he wasn鈥檛 feeding from you, you were sure he wasn鈥檛 feeding from anyone else, not when he had told you he was devoted to you, to his challenge.聽
Sometimes he would call out to you, and that alluring haze would try and wrap you up in its embrace again. But, as long as you were inside, you felt safe. You could assume a few things from what you had noticed about Jimin. For one, he was at least sensitive to the sun. He didn鈥檛 burst into flames but he seemed irritated by it. And secondly, he hadn鈥檛 broken into your house. You were certain in assuming that like the vampires of myth, he needed an invitation to cross your threshold.聽
Ironically, his actions reminded you of Hyun-woo, the younger Hyun-woo you knew in college, the one that had pursued you. Hyun-woo used to wait outside your classes for you, and when he had figured out what building your dorm was in, he would wait there for you.聽
While that had been puppy love, this was something sinister.聽
You couldn鈥檛 stay inside forever, unfortunately. Eventually you had to leave, and in this case, two weeks after the incident at the coffee shop, you had to leave the house to go and get your groceries. That was something you and Soo-jin had mutually agreed on, you both were responsible for buying your own food.聽
You woke up at a time you thought was early enough, and when you couldn鈥檛 see the familiar shadow of the vampire in the woods, you slipped out of the house and made your way back into town.聽
That was when everything fell apart.聽
That morning had gone far too well. The lines weren鈥檛 long, all of your favorite brands were in the store, and the snowdrifts had thinned out a bit from lack of snow fall. And, even better, you hadn鈥檛 run into anyone you knew.聽
You could tell something was wrong almost immediately upon returning home.聽
When you opened the door, Soo-jin was standing there waiting, a pleased smile on her face as she shimmied on her winter coat.聽
鈥淲hat鈥檚 got you so happy?鈥 You questioned, settling your bags on the ground as you shuffled your own coat and boots off, your socked feet attempting to avoid the forming puddles of water from the melting snow.聽
鈥淵ou must have a magic pussy.鈥 She cackled, sliding around you.聽
鈥淲hat?鈥 You asked.聽
鈥淵ou have a visitor, said he was someone you met a few weeks ago.鈥 She explained, wiggling her eyebrows.聽
Your eyes widened in recognition, that could only be one person. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 let him in did you?鈥
鈥淗i there, princess.鈥
You whipped around to see him in the fucking house, one of his arms raised upon his head and he leaned against the wall. Soo-jin had invited him, there was no stopping him now.聽
鈥淵ou should give him a chance, he鈥檚 got a cute ass.鈥 Soo-jin whispered in your ear, which did nothing to prevent Jimin from hearing it. He just pursed his lips together in an attempt to hide his satisfaction.聽
鈥淚鈥檒l be back late, don鈥檛 wait up for me.鈥 She winked before slamming the door shut behind her, effectively trapping you with the monster.聽
You took a deep breath, refusing to look at him, before you darted for the kitchen. You had a set of knives in there you were keen on grabbing, but the last time you had outrun Jimin he had been hurt. He wasn鈥檛 now.聽
He grabbed your wrist before you could wrap your hand around one of the handles and pulled you to his chest. In retaliation, you raised your other hand up and slapped him clean across the face, the silver of your ring seering his once healed cheek.聽
Only this time, things were much different. Your little attack barely did anything this time except spur a chuckle from the vampire as he slowly turned to look at you.聽
鈥淒idn鈥檛 I tell you I like pain with my pleasure? The first time caught me off guard, but now, you can do whatever you want with me, I鈥檓 not going anywhere.鈥 He giggled.聽
He then grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, his lips parting as he ran his tongue down the length of your finger, the tip of the appendage sizzling at it connected with the surface of the ring.聽
鈥淪top it!鈥 You yelled, struggling against him.聽
He rolled his eyes in annoyance before spinning you around and pinning your hips to the kitchen counter, his hand circling your wrists and pinning them down to the countertop as his hips pressed against yours.聽
鈥淵ou can lie to everyone but me.鈥 He hissed.
鈥淟et go!鈥 You yelled, attempting to pull your wrists back.聽
His hips pushed harder against your rear spurring a groan of pain from your mouth as the cabinet handles dug into your hip bones.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a little freak aren't you? You like being chased? I could smell it then and I can smell it on you now.鈥
鈥淪top it.鈥 You weakly tried.聽
鈥淎dmit it, you liked being hunted by me, you liked being wanted so desperately by someone. You can try and hide it, but you were fucking wet that night in the forest and you are right now.鈥澛
You whined in embarrassment, bowing your head down. You were ashamed because it was true, it was something you never admitted to anyone. You loved it when Hyun-woo followed you around and wanted your attention, and you were thrilled by the fear Jimin inspired in you when he hunted you.聽
鈥淢y sweet little princess who wants everyone's attention.鈥 He chuckled, tugging at the collar of your shirt where his mark was hidden.
鈥淚 promised you something, I have a present for you.鈥 He whispered, his cool breath misting over the nape of your neck.聽
He released one of your hands for a moment to rummage around in his pocket. You heard a loud thud in front of you and when you finally mustered up the courage to look at what it was, you realized it was his phone. But it was what was on the screen that sent your heart into overdrive.聽
It was a picture of Hyun-woo in a puddle of blood. He was dead.聽
You didn鈥檛 scream, you didn鈥檛 fight, your body felt numb. And all you could do was lean against Jimin鈥檚 chest. This was his twisted show of affection.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 the only one who鈥檚 allowed to hurt you.鈥 He mumbled before ripping the collar of your shirt open and exposing the healing mark he had left behind.聽
He bent his head down, pressing his soft lips to the teeth marks before running his tongue over the impressions several times, the skin numbing as his saliva coated it while that deep, purr-like sound rumbled in his chest, his hips rocking against you.聽
鈥淭ell me, you like my present don鈥檛 you?鈥
Your stomach turned as fear gripped your heart.聽
鈥淚 love it.鈥澛
This was the worst part, you weren鈥檛 lying. Jimin liked pain with his pleasure, and you craved fear with yours. It was your best kept secret, one you had tried to deny having and shoved into the recesses of your mind. You liked being hunted, you liked being afraid, and you liked it most when you were being pleasured.聽
鈥淢y prey, all for me.鈥 He sighed, his teeth grazing over his old teeth marks, your heart fluttering as you anticipated the descent of his fangs into your flesh.聽
You were fucked up, and you were finally admitting it. All of that inner turmoil from denying what you really were was slowly dissipating as he held you tightly to his chest.聽
鈥淚 told you I would prove my devotion to you.鈥
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yandere-sins2 days ago
Hello! Can i request a yandere bully! Bakugou, locking a darling in the locker? I may leave You there for a while, and comfort you when the reader is begging you to
Continuation of this one here! Thanks for requesting ^-^
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You couldn鈥檛 deny that the feeling wasn鈥檛 new.
Being roughly shoved into the barely big enough locker, you both felt scared and, at the same time, knew what to do. Braking your fall with your back, you kept your head forward so you wouldn鈥檛 hit it again, the mild concussion you had last time having been learn-experience enough. You had closed your eyes out of instinct when Bakugou gripped your shirt, but they snapped open immediately, trying to help you. However, Bakugou, too, had honed his skills, slamming the door close before you could squeeze your fingers in its way.
You鈥檇 rather have a broken finger than suffer this ordeal again if you were honest.
鈥淣o!鈥 you screamed at the top of your lungs, knowing it was futile since no one else was around. Still, a part of you hoped that you might be able to intimidate Bakugou to think this over. 鈥淪hut. Up,鈥 was his angry reply, his fist hammering into the locker door with every word. You had to fear he might actually break through the door by force, but it would have been in your favor.
It was so damn frustrating. You always thought you had done something to Bakugou, apologized over and over to him, so maybe he鈥檇 stop his bullying. But after finally talking to someone about it, you had decided that you wouldn鈥檛 engage with him anymore, and well... it just so happened you found comfort in the arms of the new student who finally treated you well as the only person ever since you came to UA. Everyone had always been too scared of Bakugou once he started targeting you. Of course, you couldn鈥檛 blame them either...
You and the new student started to hang out at any time, so you could avoid being targeted, and you spent some of the most wonderful hours by his side. The bullying did seem to stop now that a witness was always around, and you were so sure it was finally over, and you could move on. What could have caused Bakugou to explode the way he did? Not only did he punch your new boyfriend - and possibly broke his nose - no, he also carried you off without permission, bringing you to your most hated place on planet earth.
The annex had always been sparsely visited by students and teachers alike. There were just some clubrooms around, but since it was already late in the afternoon and a sunny day, most members were out in the fields or back in the dorms already. But strangely enough, even the weirdo Bakugou had a locker here; one big enough to fit a person in it.
鈥淵ou can鈥檛-- Ah, damnit, Bakugou! Stop locking me in this damn locker! It鈥檚 not funny anymore! What did I ever do to you?!鈥
Perhaps you were feeling especially feisty that day. You never had screamed at him like this, except if you were pleading for mercy. But ever since your boyfriend convinced you to see the guidance counselor, you had started to come out of your shell. Everything had been so good. Why was it coming back to bite you in the ass now?
Bakugou didn鈥檛 respond. No mocking comment, no snide remarks. Not even threats or insults belittling you, even as you started hammering your fists against the door. Out of experience, you knew someone would come. You were sure your boyfriend already contacted the teachers and people were searching for you, and latest when someone passed by, you could reach out and ask for help. But were you really going to fall back into old behavior and just sit it out? Wait for the time to pass and life to go on like before?
鈥... like you,鈥 you suddenly heard from outside, a tiny voice compared to the usual boom and vibrato that Bakugou had. 鈥淲hat?!鈥 you hissed, annoyed that once 鈥榟is majesty鈥 decided to talk, he did it so you couldn鈥檛 understand. A long groan escaped him, furious and raging. 鈥淛ust listen, you idiot! I said I like you!鈥
This time, the 鈥榃hat鈥 echoing in your head was left silent. Your mouth hung open as you stared at the blonde tuft of hair through the slits in the locker, Bakugou standing there with his back turned towards you. 鈥... the fuck...鈥 you finished your thought, accidentally saying it out loud and quickly realizing it, but it was already too late.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 your problem,鈥 Bakugou grumbled, annoyed, and part of you was glad not being able to see his face. You wouldn鈥檛 have known how to come to terms with him blushing or nervously fidgeting around like someone who just confessed usually would. 鈥淛ust tell me what your fucking answer is.鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 you replied instantly, without even a moment of hesitation. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to think it over before blurting it out but never. You could never imagine yourself at the side of your bully, the person who made your life a living hell. Someone who鈥檇 lock you in a locker to confess to you. What kind of joke was this?
鈥淣o?鈥 he mumbled, suddenly turning around, you two staring eye to eye through the slits. 鈥淲hat do you mean 鈥榥o鈥?!鈥
鈥淚s this a joke?!鈥 you barked back. 鈥淭ell me it鈥檚 a joke, 鈥檆ause there鈥檚 no way I could be together with you!鈥
Bakugou opened his mouth to say something, but instead, his eyes only grew redder, expression growing mad and furious, and you heard the unexpected crashing of fists against the metal, making you flinch back. The whole situation seemed so surreal, but it was very, very real. Standing up for yourself made you feel strong, but when uncomfortable silence befell you two, you started to overthink again.
鈥淏akugou...鈥 you mumbled, placing your hand against the door. You were back to only seeing his hair, but you knew he was leaning forward, probably starring daggers into the ground. Maybe not everything was too late. Perhaps you could fix this, appeal to him one more time. 鈥淛ust let me out, okay? You and I... that doesn鈥檛 work, but we can stop being children and scream at each other and just go our separate ways.鈥
You couldn鈥檛 think of a better way to talk to him. After all, you couldn鈥檛 understand what was going on inside of him at all. He had been bullying for god-knows-how-long, yet, he thought he liked you? Couldn鈥檛 he see the contradiction in his statement and actions? But this cruelty had to end at some point and now was as good as any. Going different ways would help him too, you were sure.
鈥淐hildren?鈥 he whispered, finally snapping upwards again to stare at you with a mocking expression. 鈥淒o you think my feelings aren鈥檛 real?鈥
Weirded out by his behavior, you only shook your head.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think you know your position in this. There is no 鈥榥o鈥 when I ask you if you like me.鈥
鈥淏akugou...鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 that guy, isn鈥檛 it? He鈥檚 in the way, right? He鈥檚 been stealing you from me, taking up all your time that you should spend with me, isn鈥檛 he?鈥
鈥淏akugou,聽please, we鈥檙e never spending time together--鈥
鈥淗e鈥檚 making you say no because you鈥檙e guilty, am I right? I can take care of that, you know?鈥
鈥淲ait!鈥 you interrupted his speech, sudden panic rising inside of you. You were well aware of Bakugou鈥檚 strength, but attacking your boyfriend wouldn鈥檛 make any of you happy! 鈥淚f you go, I鈥檒l scream! They鈥檒l find me, and I鈥檒l tell them what you鈥檙e doing! That鈥檚 criminal! Aren鈥檛 you studying to be a hero?!鈥
Your appeals were met with a cocky grin, his eyes shining as if you just challenged him. 鈥淲ho says I can鈥檛 be a hero and still beat the shit out of that bastard?鈥
鈥淓veryone! Everyone will know what they did! I will tell them!鈥
鈥淭ry it,鈥 he hissed before pushing away from the locker. You threw yourself against it, but the door must have jammed when he kept bashing into it. Slapping your palm and hammering your fists didn鈥檛 help as you had to watch him walk away after looking at you in this typical, belittling way he used, always looking down on you. 鈥淵ou can have some time to think about your answer while I鈥檓 taking care of some business. Remember what day it is?鈥 Bakugou yelled back over his shoulder, and you could hear the smug grin on his lips.
鈥淲hat day...? Friday?鈥 Your eyes widened suddenly as you realized that there were no clubs on the weekend due to the new regulations for safety, and you began to panic and scream Bakugou鈥檚 name after him. If you鈥檇 just have to spend the night, that would be manageable, but with the strange mood he was in, you couldn鈥檛 bring yourself to trust him to come let you out anytime soon. A whole weekend inside the locker would kill you for sure, and tears rolled down your cheeks as his footsteps slowly faded.
What a monster.
How could you ever like him back?
What more would you have to endure because of him?
But truth be told, what else could you do but tell him you liked him? You just wanted to get out of the hell that was this locker. Save yourself from the embarrassment and torture.
"I like you! Bakugou, I like you!" you screamed.
But the footsteps didn't come running back.
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cybersvoida day ago
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Your Highness || Shigaraki x Reader
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鈰呪⑩媴鈯扳垯鈭樷樈嗉撯樉鈭樷垯鈯扁媴鈥⑩媴
Pairings: Shigaraki x Reader
Summary:聽Prince Shigaraki was born with a curse. Anything he touches with his bare hands turns into dust. Everything except you, the new maid working in the castle.
!Warnings!: [18+ NSFW] This story contains yandere themes that might be triggering for some readers such as: Manipulation, Cursing, Abuse of Power, Dubcon, Blowjob, Threats, Stalking, Thigh Fucking, Masturbation, Somnophilia聽 etc.
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鈥淢ake sure the sheets are always in pristine condition in the guestrooms of the east wing,鈥 the head maid explained, 鈥渢hat鈥檚 where some of our more important guests are put, by his Highness. Each week you鈥檒l be getting a new set of chores, so everyone will get a turn doing a little bit of everything. Since it鈥檚 only your first day, we鈥檙e going to give you an easier list.鈥
鈥淭hank you, ma鈥檃m,鈥 you bowed. You were eager to get to work and desperate for cash. Your last place of work was less than ideal and your boss was always cruel in how he treated his employees. But nevertheless, you stuck it out because you needed the money, your family not being the most financially stable, and you were trying to help in whatever way you could. But as soon as you saw the advertisement in the papers that new help was needed at the castle, it felt like life was finally giving you a lucky break. Not only did this job offer housing, and good pay, but they even had meals for their staff. Yes, you had to work as a maid for your empire鈥檚 鈥榗ursed prince鈥 as he was often called by the people of the town, but you heard he rarely ever showed himself to begin with. You weren鈥檛 even sure where the nickname stemmed from, and whenever you would ask, no one had a clear answer.
鈥淭his week you鈥檒l be working in the garden. Normally, that would be something that falls onto the landscapers and outside help, but one of them had recently passed, and they鈥檙e understaffed as is, so just offer assistance where you can.鈥澛
鈥淵es, ma鈥檃m.鈥
鈥淎nd I know this is probably your first time ever working for a royal, and His Highness Shigaraki is not a good starter, he has one of the shortest tempers out of all of His Majesties kids, one mistake and it very well could be your life, so I鈥檓 going to give you some advice. Keep your head down and do your job. The last thing you want to do is draw his attention. Although I doubt you鈥檒l ever run into each other, his hallway is often cared for by the more experienced workers, if you could, it would be best to avoid all northern halls. That鈥檚 where his room and main office are.鈥 You swallowed hard nodding your head in understanding. He must really be as bad as everyone says if she felt the need to warn you to stay away ahead of time.聽
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After giving you a small tour of the area you鈥檇 be working, she lead you to the garden where she introduced you to the head landscaper, a kind, gentle-looking girl. 鈥淪hiozaki, please take good care of Y/N. Now I must check on the other workers. Please do your best, Y/N, and remember what I said.鈥
You nodded, giving her one last thanks before bringing your focus on Shiozaki, who directed you to a garden of wilting flowers.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 embarrassed that the flowers aren鈥檛 doing so well, we鈥檝e just been so understaffed that unfortunately, we haven鈥檛 had the resources or time to care for them properly. If you could please just go around giving them a bit of water here and there. You鈥檒l need this,鈥 she stated, handing you a full watering can. 鈥淚f you run out of water, you can fill up at the well over there. Sometimes it gets jammed though so just be careful, and let me know if you need help.鈥
鈥淭hank you, Miss Shiozaki.鈥
鈥淛ust Shiozaki is more than fine, and it鈥檚 me who should be thank you, Y/N! Most people are afraid to work here because of His Highness, but I鈥檓 so happy you鈥檙e here to help. I鈥檒l be just around the corner trimming the hedges, again, if you need help don鈥檛 be afraid to ask.鈥 She smiled gently, before disappearing leaving you to work.
You had been working hard, admiring the beautiful flowers, not even realizing that there were eyes peering at you from far away. Watching your form lean from bush to bush, humming quietly to yourself as you watered the already wilting flowers. You were by far the most lively thing in the garden. But just who were you? Shigaraki definitely would have noticed you sooner if you had been working here long. Even if he wasn鈥檛 known as being the most sociable, especially when it comes to his staff, you were someone hard to miss.
His ungloved hands dangled at his side, as he just finished disintegrating a couple of members of his staff that he overheard talking about his 鈥榗urse鈥 when your light humming drew his attention. He killed the two maids before they even had a chance to scream, so you never even noticed he was there. But he noticed you.
Shigaraki continued to watch silently as you began bringing the now empty watering can over to the well, setting it aside so you can crank the handle and bring the water bucket up, but as you were cranking it, the handle got stuck. It wasn鈥檛 too far from the top, so you leaned over, fingers barely grazing it. You leaned over a bit more, feet coming off the ground as you did.聽
Shigaraki was over in an instant his ungloved hands grabbing your hips and steadying you so you didn鈥檛 tip over. He didn鈥檛 even realize he had done it until you turned around with your bucket in hand, to meet his red eyes and equally perplexed face. Yours with confusion as to who he was, and his with confusion as to why you鈥檙e still standing here alive when you should be dust.
鈥淥h, um... thank you, but I didn鈥檛 need help, I still had my grip on the well. I just needed to get a little lower.鈥
Shigaraki didn鈥檛 respond. Still in shock from how you鈥檙e okay after he touched you, but also in the casual manner that you were speaking to him. Did you really not know who he was? And why weren鈥檛 you affected by his curse? Just who were you?
鈥淒o you work here?鈥 You asked casually. Yeah, you definitely didn鈥檛 know who he was.
鈥淣ot exactly.鈥 He mumbled, 鈥淲hat鈥檚 your name? I haven鈥檛 seen you here before.鈥
鈥淥h, um, I鈥檓 Y/N. Today鈥檚 my first day.鈥 You grinned.聽
Cute. He kept repeating your name in his head, as he looked at you. It definitely fit you. But a name wasn鈥檛 enough. He wanted to know everything about you. Everything about, Y/N. He would have to assign Kurogiri to that later. But for now, he needed to make some staff changes.
鈥淚t was nice to meet you, Y/N. But I have to go take care of something. We鈥檒l meet again soon.鈥
鈥淎hh, I hope so!鈥 You beamed, excited at the possibility of possibly making a new friend. Little did you know that there would be no need for hope. Shigaraki was about to make it so the two of you would be spending a lot more time together.
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You worked hard for the rest of the day, tending to the garden, helping in the kitchen, cleaning the guest rooms, until finally, it was laundry time, your last chore of the day. You were incredibly tired, folding away as the other maids were gossiping and chatting around you. At first, they asked you around a million questions about yourself, but after an hour, their curiosity died down and simmered into casual small talk and rumors about the prince, but nothing you haven鈥檛 heard before. You just wanted to get your work done so you could crawl into bed and get some rest.
As you were all working, the head maid from earlier entered the laundry room grabbing everyone鈥檚 attention. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry to interrupt, Y/N, but His Highness has decided to take on a personal maid. This is quite unusual, a personal maid is something he denied for quite some time, and whenever he did get one鈥 they never lasted long. Usually, this position would go to someone with more experience, but he specifically requested a new maid, and since you鈥檙e the newest we have, naturally the position is yours.鈥澛
You sat there frozen. As the other girls began mumbling amongst themselves, some with excitement, some sympathy, and some of them even looked almost jealous. You just couldn鈥檛 believe it. He wanted someone new as a personal maid? What did that even mean? What would you have to do? You didn鈥檛 know what you were doing as a regular maid, let alone a personal one. Nothing was making sense.
鈥淚 know this must be a shock, Y/N. But His Highness is far from a patient man, so I must ask you to hurry along.鈥
鈥淥h, yes ma鈥檃m!鈥 You exclaimed, standing up quickly, causing your chair to scrape against the wooden floor as you hurried to follow her. She brought you back into the main castle, and hastily lead you through a maze of hallways. The exact ones she had warned you to avoid that very morning. You were so nervous when you finally arrived, that you swore your heartbeat could be heard by anyone who was close enough. The feeling of anxiety only growing as she knocked, an 鈥榚nter鈥 following, before she guided you inside.
As soon as the doors opened, you were met with a familiar set of red eyes. The man from the garden
鈥淕reetings to our sun, His Highness Shigaraki.鈥 The head maid bowed, your jaw almost dropping to the floor. You didn鈥檛 have much time to be in shock, quickly following her lead before you could be scolded for not properly addressing a royal. Did he even remember you? He wasn鈥檛 acting as if you were someone he recognized and you were sure he probably sees hundreds of servants a day.
鈥淭his is, Y/N. She鈥檚 the newest maid we have.鈥 She spoke, motioning to you. You bowed once again and Shigaraki just nodded.
鈥淪he鈥檚 fine. Leave us.鈥 Reluctantly, the head maid left, giving you one final glance before closing the door behind her. Your eyes were glued to the ground, wishing it would swallow you whole, and your stomach was in knots until he finally spoke.
鈥淢y bed is always cold before bed, warm it for me.鈥澛犅
Oh... was that it? That actually seemed easy enough. 鈥淵es, Your Highness. Shall I start you a fire?鈥
鈥淣o, that鈥檚 too much smoke. Just lay in my bed until it鈥檚 warm enough for me to get in.鈥澛
Ah, that was a little weirder. Lay in his bed? It was a strange request for sure, but maybe it was a normal thing for a personal maid to do. You didn鈥檛 want to risk questioning him and making him mad. You needed the money and benefits and you were sure you鈥檙e on thin ice already considering this morning.聽
鈥淵es, Your Highness.鈥 You awkwardly made your way over to the bed, just about to climb on when he cut in.
鈥淲hat do you think you鈥檙e doing? Your outfit is probably filthy from tending to the garden, and who knows what other kind of filth you were cleaning up after that.鈥
He did recognize you then. And he wasn鈥檛 going to punish you for the informal way you had spoken to him? Was this really the 鈥榗ursed prince鈥 everyone had talked about?
鈥淥f course. I shall change my clothes and return.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 have time for that. I want my bed warmed by the time I鈥檓 done with my bath. My water has already been heated, and if you were to leave, change, and return, my water will already be cold and I鈥檒l be ready for bed. Just take off your uniform and use your body heat to warm up the sheets. I鈥檒l be out in twenty minutes max. I want it warm by then.鈥 He commanded, making his way through the bathroom doors leaving you by yourself.
At least he was giving you some privacy. This whole situation was embarrassing, but you felt cornered. What more could you do? He was your Prince and he gave you an order. Plus he was kind enough to leave the room so maybe you could just be quick with it. You took a deep breath before stripping into your underwear as fast as you could and jumping under the covers.聽
He was right, the bed was pretty cold, but after working a long day, and sweating bullets from nerves earlier, it didn鈥檛 feel so bad on your warm skin. It actually felt...relaxing? It was a comfy mattress, you sunk right in, but it almost made your body feel heavy. Then again, that could just be the exhaustion finally hitting you.
You felt your body and slipping further and further into peace before you slipped away completely. Asleep before you could even realize what was happening.
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You felt a warm tugging on your chest, causing you to stir slightly. Your tired brain, slowly starting to fully regain consciousness. You must鈥檝e fallen asleep. Was His Highness done yet?
鈥淢mm, fuck.鈥 You heard a familiar voice moan out next to you, followed by shaky breathing and a loud frantic shuffling.
鈥淵our Highness?鈥 You called out, forcing your tired eyes open. The room was dark, all the lights turned off but the moonlight shining through the windows provided just enough light to see. You followed the sound of his voice to the spot next to you on the bed. The second your eyes landed on him, your entire body felt hot. He held his cock in his palm, his hand frantically pumping with a hungry look in his eyes as he stared down at you. In his other hand, he was groping your breast that was now popped out from your bra. You began to panic, trying to sit up only to have him on top of you in a second, the hand that was once on your breast now holding both of your hands above your head as he straddled your waist.
鈥淪hh鈥 he hushed as you began struggling underneath him using all your strength in an attempt to get him off but he was much stronger than you, 鈥淲here do you think you鈥檙e going?鈥
鈥淧-Please, You鈥檙e Highness. I won鈥檛 tell a soul, s-so please just-鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 give a shit.鈥 You froze, eyes widening as he grinned down at you as if you were nothing more than prey he was toying with. Like a cat with a mouse, he wasn鈥檛 hungry for just yet. 鈥淚 own this kingdom. Everything and everyone in it belongs to me. So tell whoever you want, it鈥檚 not like anyone would be dumb enough to do anything, and if they were, I can very easily have them killed for treason. For chrissake I kill staff every day when I鈥檓 in a bad mood alone, and no one gives two shits, so who鈥檚 gonna care that I fondled a cute little maid while she was sleeping so soundly in my bed. Everyone in their right mind fears me, and those who don鈥檛鈥 well they鈥檒l learn to.鈥
He was right. As much as you hated to admit it when you were so desperate for hope, there鈥檚 no one who would be willing to help you when their lives would be on the line. You were completely alone. So this was him. The 鈥榗ursed prince鈥 was finally showing his true colors.
鈥淪hh, don鈥檛 cry,鈥 He soothed, taking his hand and wiping away tears you had yet to realize were falling, 鈥淚鈥檓 not going hurt you too bad tonight. You鈥檙e something more important than you realize, so I want to savor you as long as possible, so just behave. Can you do that?鈥
You nodded.
鈥淕ood. Now, do as your Master says and take his cock in your mouth like a good little servant.鈥
He rolled off of you so he was at your side, yanking you over so you were between his legs at eye level with his cock while he sat spread out, back against the headboard. Even in the dimly lit room, you could still make out the outline of it. You weren鈥檛 sure how he thought you could fit this in your mouth, however you really didn鈥檛 want him shoving it anywhere more intimate so you were going to have to do your best to satisfy him. But at the same time, you had no idea what you were doing.聽
You鈥檝e dated a boy from town in the past, but the two of you never did anything like this. Your mother made sure to engrave it in you early that your virginity was something sacred, only to be given to your future husband. So the most you two did was kiss under the oak tree on a hill, a little ways down the road from your house, for fear of your father seeing and scolding you. When it comes to anything past kissing, you were completely oblivious.聽
You weren鈥檛 sure if Shigaraki picked up on your naivety, or maybe he just got impatient, but he let out a sigh, you couldn鈥檛 tell if it was out of annoyance or not since you couldn鈥檛 see his face.
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to take it in all at once, try to lick it first. Top to bottom like a popsicle.鈥
A popsicle? You could do that. You slowly stuck out your tongue, ever so gently placing it against the skin of his cock and dragging it up.聽
鈥淢mm, again. Firmer though.鈥 You obeyed, pushing your tongue more firmly against him this time as you dragged it up.
He let out a groan in response, one hand finding its place at the back of your head as the other adjusted his cock smacking it against your lips as if asking鈥 no, telling you to open your mouth. You parted your lips just enough for him to put his tip in, your tongue automatically swirling around the unfamiliar object taking up space in your mouth, causing Shigaraki to let out another groan.
Now聽 unable to hold back, he firmly gripped the back of your head, shoving his entire length down your throat. He was so far in your mouth your nose was pushed against his pubic area as you began smacking him, panic sinking in as you tried to break free and pull your head up, unable to control yourself from choking and gagging on his cock, but he wasn鈥檛 letting you go.
鈥淵our nose. Breath through your nose.鈥 He groaned, and you eagerly took his advice, breathing through your nose and trying to calm your panting, 鈥淢mm good girl, now keep sucking. The better you do, the sooner this will be over. I promise not to put it in your cute little cunt today if you do a good job for me.鈥 He grazed one of his long fingers over your clothed core for good measure, causing you to squeal, the vibrations of your throat hitting his cock.聽
鈥淯gh, fuck. Just keep breathing through your nose and sucking me off like the good servant you are.鈥 He commanded before he started thrusting his hips, his cock slamming into the back of your throat as you did your best not to gag and continue sucking, so you could get this over with. Your eyes were watering warm tears streaming down your face.
鈥淒amn, I鈥檓 so fucking close. You better swallow every goddamn drop. You hear me?鈥 He muttered, picking up the pace that he was ramming into your mouth, face fucking you so roughly drool started sliding out of your mouth and coating his dick. You could feel it twitching on your tongue, every time it entered your mouth until he let out one final grunt, releasing his load into the back of your throat. You did your best to gulp down stream, after stream, the hot liquid sliding down your throat and filling your stomach. Even after he finished, he kept his dick in your mouth just a bit longer before finally pulling out.
You let out a few coughs, wiping the tears and spit from your face before Shigaraki roughly grabbed you between his hand, pinching your cheeks and forcing your mouth open. 鈥淪ay, Ahh, Princess.鈥
You followed his command, parting your lips as he slipped his thumb in, opening you a bit wider and looking inside. 鈥淕ood girl. You swallowed everything just like I said, so I鈥檒l keep my end of the deal. Letting out a sigh of relief you rolled over, facing away from him as you tried to give yourself a second to collect your thoughts and catch your breath after how rough he was.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 get too comfortable.鈥 He whispered, pushing his chest against your back, his once again, erect dick poking you from behind. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 actually think I would be satisfied after just that right?鈥
鈥淏-but you said...鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not going to! So just shut the fuck up.鈥 He took his dick, pushing it between your thighs and up against your heat. He had one hand gripping your torso while the other was wrapped around your breasts as he began humping your thighs, the friction of his dick rubbing against your bud was causing your cunt to become slick, your juices soak his cock. Every time he pushed in and pulled out, you felt an electric feeling building up inside the pit of your stomach.
鈥淵-your H-鈥
鈥淭omura,鈥 he corrected.
鈥淭-Tomura, I can鈥檛鈥 I feel-鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 almost done.鈥 He panted, pumping faster, the friction bringing your orgasm even closer. He buried his face in your neck his wild hair tickling the skin as you arched your back, a moan slipping past your lips.聽
Shigaraki was so turned on he almost didn鈥檛 want to wait anymore. He just wanted to ram his dick into you and hear you cry out for him, but there would be plenty of time for that later. Once you were officially his, he could have you every day, whenever he wanted. He鈥檇 fuck you on the table in the middle of meetings with the leaders of other kingdoms, he鈥檇 fuck you on the ballroom floor of those parties that those arrogant aristocrats beneath him throw. He鈥檚 never usually made an appearance, but an opportunity to show you off like that in front of everyone was too good to pass up. He鈥檚 never thought of kids before, but fuck the idea of you pregnant with his baby, a part of him, inside of you, well he might just give it another thought. A future king does need an heir, and if the kid comes out looking like you, he might even learn to tolerate its presence.
鈥淭omura,鈥 You moaned out, as your body began trembling. Pleasure shooting through you. You unconsciously began grinding yourself onto his dick, trying to ride your high for as long as possible, causing Shigaraki to release a groan as he finished between your legs. Wave after wave of cum flowing out of him onto your skin and the mattress. God, you had no idea what you were doing to him.
As the realization of everything that happened began sinking in, you started feeling ashamed and sick. You just wanted to clean yourself off and forget anything happened, but Tomura wasn鈥檛 about to let that happen. When he felt you shift to get out of bed, his grip tightened to keep you in place. Mumbling something into your neck.
鈥淚-I鈥檓 sorry, Your Highness?鈥
鈥淭omura.聽When were alone like this I want you to call me Tomura. And you鈥檙e staying.鈥 He repeated, with obvious annoyance.
鈥淏ut the head maid will notice and I have work tomorro-鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e really starting to annoy me,鈥 he hissed, 鈥淒o you really need a lesson on not talking back? The last guy I gave this lesson to got his tongue disintegrated, but for you, I might have to do something different. I can cut it out鈥 no... then I won鈥檛 be able to hear you call out my name when I fuck you, but I鈥檓 sure I can think of something else.鈥 He pondered, 鈥淲hat about your mother?鈥
Your mother? What did he know about your mother? Why was he bringing her into this?
鈥淚 looked into your file. Every employee has one. All I needed was her name, and I had people who could figure out the rest. She works pretty hard. Two jobs was it? No, three. She must need the money considering your father doesn鈥檛 work at all. I heard all he does is spend the money your mom would earn at gambling bars. It would be a shame if your mom lost her job, then she wouldn鈥檛 be able to keep your home. You guys are already months behind on rent. All it would take is one letter.鈥
鈥淣o, please.鈥 You begged, 鈥淚鈥檒l stay. I鈥檓 sorry. I鈥檓 so sorry.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry鈥︹
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, Tomura.鈥 You answered, tears pooling in your eyes. What you would give to just get away from him. What kind of monster would put you in this situation, to begin with. He was sick.
You laid in the bed together. The only sound filling the room was your quiet sniffling. If he heard it then he pretended not to, leaving you to cry with his arms still around you and cum still hot on your skin. He hadn鈥檛 even removed his dick from between your thighs, and the soft breathing on your neck signaling that he was already asleep told you that he probably wasn鈥檛 going to.聽
You spent what felt like hours staring out the window up at the moon, wishing you could be anywhere else. Maybe this job was a mistake. If it continued like this who knows when it would escalate. Maybe it wasn鈥檛 too late to go back you wondered, before your heavy thoughts pushed you into a deep sleep you thought might never come.
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novasdarlinga day ago
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Shigaraki would love it if you were mellow and sweet to him. Adoring how you just let him love and cuddle you when he pleases. Refusing to push away out of fear or love, it doesn't matter to him. As long as he can touch you without you freaking out.
He'd worship your body. It's so nice and soft compared to him. Doesn't matter if you have scars, stretch marks, burns, acne, to him its perfect because its not his. Begging you to just lay on him. Just sit on his lap and lay into his chest while he games. Drooling at the thought of having your skin against him.
It would drive him insane having the feeling of being buried so deep in you. So warm and tight for him. He would try to be nice. He really would, especially since you're so sweet to him. Barely crying and letting him have you. But its hard, this is just everything he wished form. How could he control himself? I mean, you're everything he's ever wanted. So good for him.
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after-witcha day ago
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Daydream Believer [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]
Title: Daydream Believer [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]
Synopsis:聽He can鈥檛 read your mind. You know he can鈥檛 read your mind, because if he could, he would find out that you鈥檝e left the carefully guarded room he designed for you so, so many times since he鈥檚 taken you.聽Not literally, of course.聽 [Commission for scenario with Overhaul & a darling who uses maladaptive daydreaming to cope.]
Word Count: 2096
Notes: Yandere, kidnapped reader, maladaptive daydreaming
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He can鈥檛 read your mind. You know he can鈥檛 read your mind, because if he could, he would find out that you鈥檝e left the carefully guarded room he designed for you so, so many times since he鈥檚 taken you.
Not literally, of course.
You couldn鈥檛 try to physically leave even if the desire hadn鈥檛 been drilled out of you with previous failed attempts and repetitions of strict punishments. The door is always locked and even if it wasn鈥檛, you know better now than to try to run, than to try to do anything but comply with his expectations, explicit and otherwise. Listen to what he says. Answer when he talks to you. Agree that he knows what鈥檚 best for you. Be good.
If you do these things, you get rewarded. You get little treats with your meals and a radio to play music and extra time for your afternoon nap when you鈥檙e groggy; but best of all, you get a laptop. A real one. It can鈥檛 connect to the internet, of course, but it鈥檚 pre-loaded with all sorts of writing apps and that鈥檚 all you wanted, anyway.
It was hard to write at first. You don鈥檛 know how many times you simply typed 鈥淚 am being held captive and I am losing my mind and I want to go home鈥 before he came back into your room and you slammed the top shut with trembling hands, afraid that he鈥檇 take it away if he saw what you wrote. But he鈥檇 only quirked his eyebrows at you and asked if you were feeling well, so you bit your lip and nodded and feigned interest in his conversation at lunch to pretend like you were grateful for the privilege.
Now, though, your fingers on the keyboard can fly almost as fast as your mind. Stories of grand adventures and haunted hotels and romantic mix-ups at the beach are typed out every morning, before breakfast, so that he can read them before lunch. He insists on it, now that you鈥檙e actually writing something substantial, and truth be told you don鈥檛 always mind his input, a fresh pair of eyes and ears.
He can read your stories. You have no choice in that. But he can鈥檛 read your mind. So you鈥檙e free to think what you want in there, without fear that he鈥檒l put a stop to it, like he put a stop to so many other things since he kidnapped you.
The freedom to let your mind wander without fear is what you count on today, like all other days, as you flip on the radio and turn it to a station that plays soft instrumentals; unobtrusive music without words that doesn鈥檛 get in the way of what you do every day. After breakfast, before lunch, after lunch, before dinner--then up until he comes to fetch you to start your bedtime routine.
You daydream.
It started small. Curling onto your twin bed once he鈥檇 left for the morning, imagining that you鈥檇 never crossed paths with him; imagining you鈥檇 walked down a different alleyway, never come face to face with a yakuza leader with a penchant for purity and obsession. Instead you walked straight home and ate dinner and everything was normal and you weren鈥檛 here. It was a small comfort, and you found that when you repeated it, the edge of your stomach-twisting anxiety rubbed off--just a little.
Then it extended, growing longer, more complex. You found yourself staying in bed longer after breakfast, wanting to see where the twists and turns could take you. Not only did you never meet Overhaul, but you improved yourself. The next day after your not-meeting, you called your shitty boss at your shitty job and quit. You started working on the novel you鈥檇 been telling yourself you鈥檇 write for years. It got published--of course it did--and the reviews were so stunning you landed a publishing contract and a movie deal. Eventually, you attended the premiere and--aside from some understandable nitpicks about changes made for the film adaptation--cried tears of happiness at the end when your vision was brought to life.
After that daydream, your face was wet with tears and your lips twisted upwards; and it was then that you realized you鈥檇 actually been smiling and crying while you dreamt it. You hadn鈥檛 smiled since he took you. And it felt鈥 good. It felt so good to wrap yourself in cushioned layers of fantasy, to feel emotions that were joyful and overwhelming in a positive way, instead of having to fully feel your fear and depression and the constant sense of dread that came with dealing with Overhaul, day-in, day-out.
From that moment on, you found a new hobby. One that didn鈥檛 require permission or meek responses to his expectations or clearing your extra-healthy plate at dinner. All you had to do was get some quiet time, time where you could be on your own, and you could be somewhere else.
You could be someone else, too. After a while the daydreams of your own life grew limiting, so why not throw open your mind to everything out there? You could be a royal trapped in a tower, you could be a witch making potions in a little forest cottage, you could be a character in your favorite movie or show, traveling along with your favorites as they went on their adventures.
The music helps to keep you inside your dreams, cushioning the layers like a protective bubble. Which is why you adjust the knob ever so slightly, making sure it鈥檚 not-too-loud and not-too-quiet, but just-right for you to lose yourself in the sounds as you decide which layers to pull over yourself today.
You could be married to a character in your favorite show, once you used to binge-watch all the time back home. Or you could dive back into your cottage witch story, since you were in the mood to be surrounded by trees and flowers and nature. Yes--that鈥檚 what you want today, you want to breathe in the fresh air and smell the spiced herbs in your witch kitchen and pet your cat familiar with his soft fur and snarky-yet-loving personality.
So you perch on the end of your bed and clench your fingers on the sheets as your mind slides through that horrifyingly raw top layer that is your real existence, going down--down past memories and hopes into fantasy, pure escapism--into one of many worlds constructed carefully through hours upon hours of daydreaming.
You鈥檙e not in some sterile little room inside a yakuza base, connected directly to the office of a man who wanted to control and own and manipulate you. You鈥檙e not browbeaten, meek, afraid to disobey because he鈥檒l take away your little privileges without remorse. You鈥檙e not deprived of sunlight and fresh air and freedom.
Instead, you live in a rustic cottage in the woods; beautiful, glorious, sprawling woods with trees that go so high you can鈥檛 see the tops; with bushes of berries and trails of wildflowers, beckoning you to follow deeper.
And you鈥檙e not weak or meek or anything of the sort. You鈥檙e a witch whose lived here for ages, dealing with the threat of wild animals and passing fanatics and occasionally villagers who get upset when the fortunes you tell them end with pain rather than pleasure.
You spend your days picking herbs and plants, mixing potions, shooing your familiar away from the table when you lay out your spell book for reference. You can mix potions to make you fly on a brom or without; you can do anything.
But it鈥檚 not all witchy fun and games. You have to clean up, too; sweeping dust outside, sneezing when you reach a patch you鈥檇 clearly neglected over the past few days. You have to scrub the windows and mend your clothes. But even those simple chores are something to delight in.
Can you help it if you walk around the room while this dream world plays out? Can you help it if you pick up your books--novels, mostly--and open them up like they contain a potion to turn a wayward village husband into an adoring sweetheart? When you sweep, you make the motions, occasionally twirling as if you鈥檙e wearing layers of mended, patchy skirts rather than the simple, clean cotton gowns Overhaul dressed you in every morning. When a villager comes to visit, asking for her palm to be read, can you be blamed for not resisting the urge to sit at the table normally reserved for meals and whisper the fortune you give her?
It鈥檚 soothing. It鈥檚 a relief. It鈥檚 an escape. The only escape you know how to successfully make.
When the office door rattles from Overhaul鈥檚 keys, you鈥檙e flung out of your daydream with an urgent lack of ceremony. You feel like you have whiplash as you hurriedly shove items back in their proper places, the daydream still clinging to you, begging to be indulged in, as you position yourself on your bed with a book. Nothing out of the ordinary to see here, no sir.
Overhaul pushes the door with his elbows as he carries your lunch trays inside. You don鈥檛 have to look up to know that they鈥檙e tidy, healthy, perfectly planned for your nutritional needs.
鈥淕ood afternoon,鈥 he says, and you know he鈥檚 smiling behind the mask even before he unloops it from behind his ears, setting it on the table. 鈥淗ow have you been?鈥
鈥淕ood.鈥 Your answer is bland, but if he minds, he doesn鈥檛 say so. Your smile is tight and weak but it鈥檚 the best you have to offer; it鈥檚 always hard to get back to reality once you鈥檝e been inside a really nice dream. You hope he eats quickly today so you can jump back in and take the story somewhere else--maybe some villagers will form an angry mob and chase you down this time, so you can have some self-contained thrills run down your spine. Maybe you鈥檒l trip on a branch you didn鈥檛 see and your spell book will go flying and you鈥檒l have to dig around in the rotting leaves for it, hearing the clamor and seeing the burning torches behind you. Maybe--
鈥淒earest?鈥
Oh. Your head jerks up and you realize you鈥檝e been staring, holding your drink, lost in your head.
Overhaul鈥檚 look of concern, the crinkle of his eyebrows, the intense way he鈥檚 staring at you now is more anxiety-inducing than any torch-wielding villager.
鈥淎re you feeling all right? You鈥檝e been very distracted. And not just today鈥︹
The silence in the aftermath of his words feels horrible. Like a loud buzzing, a droning, a warning of something terrible to come. Does he know? How could he know? What would he do if he knew?
You take a sip of your water and set it down, finally picking up your spoon to take a mouthful of soup. Anything to get him off the subject.
鈥淢鈥檉ine,鈥 you say between spoonfuls. 鈥淛ust tired I guess. Maybe I should take a nap?鈥 A nap would give you more opportunity for daydreaming, since you鈥檝e now taken to diving into fantasies before you fall asleep as well.
He sets down his utensils and the sound makes you wish you had somewhere you could run to, somewhere that he couldn鈥檛 follow.
鈥淲hat did you do after breakfast? Perhaps we can find out what鈥檚 making you so tired lately.鈥 His voice is firm and layered with a hint of condescension that makes you want to squirm in your seat.
鈥淚鈥 listened to music and cleaned up a bit. Read a book.鈥 It鈥檚 not a lie, is it? You did do those things, technically speaking. He doesn鈥檛 need to know that you did them while pretending to be a folksy cottage witch from a fantasy story.
You鈥檙e afraid he鈥檒l press further, question you, somehow pull the truth out of you like an infested worm. But he only stares at you, face full of patronizing concern.
鈥淵ou can tell me if there鈥檚 something on your mind, dearest. You know that, don鈥檛 you? That I only want what鈥檚 best for you?鈥
You think about the fact that the only time you feel remotely happy anymore is when you鈥檙e pretending to be someone, somewhere, something else. You think about the fact that you鈥檝e spent more time in dream worlds than reality in the past few months. You think about the fact that you just want him to fucking leave so that you can get back to dreaming.
And you smile.
鈥淥f course, Kai. I wouldn鈥檛 dream of hiding anything from you.鈥
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ddarker-dreamsa day ago
being picky with food is so bad cause a yandere could be like 鈥渋f you give me a kiss and a hug, i鈥檒l trade out your bitter gourd for some strawberries instead馃グ <3鈥 and i鈥檒l fucking do it in a heartbeat 馃ゲ
it's not about working harder, it's working smarter. bargaining with a yandere is such a fun concept, if they're the more lenient type that is. you'd be surprised what you could get away with in return for some kisses and cuddling.
this got me thinking though... this fits yan kazuha so well. if you're stuck with him, then you're going to be in the wilderness a lot; although he does his best to make your accommodations comfortable. kazuha uses his knowledge of nature to forage in times where you're too far away from a market to purchase food. of course, he adores you from the bottom of his heart; you're like a work of art come to life to him. so he'd feel bad if the area had a rough harvest, thus making your food options more limited.
he'd hand you a food he knows you don't like that much (of course he knows, he knows everything about you), apologizing sheepishly for not having better choices for his beloved. if you were to bat your eyelashes, maybe throw in a pout for good measure, murmuring about how happy you'd be if you had strawberries or some sweet fruit instead... man is sweating. swallows thickly. how can he say no when it's you asking? kazuha would give you a quick peck on the cheek, telling you to stay at your camp until he gets back.
kazuha returns a few hours later, as promised, your desired fruit in hand. you probably don't want to know how he got it. the details like that don't matter though, he already washes the blood off his bandages in a river so as not to worry your pretty head over it. he'll be gazing at you expectedly for gratitude, since he went pretty out of his way to get this. will be over the moon should you thank him.
he wants to milk this as much as he can, so you can expect him to feed you. it's a fair transaction that way, isn't it? he gets to admire your features up close, his eyes lidded, drinking in the content expresses you make with each bite. maybe even kisses you after to get a taste himself. it was worth the effort.
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jeonggukieverse2 days ago
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Let The Games Begin
Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader
Genre: Horror, Private SchoolAU, Murder mysteryAU, Yandere Jungkook, Angst
Warnings: Mentions suicide, bullying and some kinda crappy parenting聽
Word count: 1.8k+
A/N: Please enjoy let me know if your liking the series so far 聽<33
and im still looking for a bata reader for future chapters so hit me up if you're interested :)
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Chapter 2聽
While the whole class still flurried in panic, he was still staring. You wished more than anything to be able to read him. But you cant. You couldn鈥檛 tell what he was thinking. You had never been able to do so.
See, you and Jungkook have an extended history together. Your families had been close since before the two of you were born. Their relationship was built upon a tower of favours, secrets and alliances that had bound the two houses for life. So, when both families gave birth to babies only 2 months apart from each other it was inevitable that yours and Jungkook鈥檚 life were destined to be intertwined whether you wanted them to be or not.
Jungkook had always had a mean streak. Even as a child he was cruel to you. Pulling your hair, pushing you off of your tricycle and even going so far as ripping the heads off your dolls and teddy bears. You would constantly tell your parents but they just brushed you off and told you:
鈥楯ungkook is just being a boy. Besides, he鈥檚 always there to protect you when it counts though, isn鈥檛 he?鈥
He was. Because unlike now, back then Jungkook鈥檚 vindictiveness did come with an accompanying feeling of protectiveness. It was sort of an unspoken deal you had since birth. He could do what he wanted with you but no one else was allowed to. He would pull your hair but then proceed to cut the hair of a little girl who made fun of you, he would then go on to slash the tires of the bike of a boy had called your tricycle stupid. And the girl who had stolen your most precious doll, that was given to you by your great grandma, would find her school desk covered in a concoction of glue, dirt and rotten eggs every day until your doll was returned to you. 聽
All the way from elementary school to middle school, he confused you.
鈥淕od ______! Why are you so weak?! I leave you on your own for five minutes and you鈥檙e letting people pick on you. How could the daughter of a police chief be such a pushover? Get tougher鈥 Jungkook lectured.
Even at 12 years old he stood much taller than you. He had always been bigger. As a child you鈥檙e logic was that: the tougher someone is. The taller they are. And because you were the tiniest in the class you assumed that鈥檚 why you were so weak and so easily picked on. But in reality, you had been born prematurely. 3 months before you were meant to be. It鈥檚 like the universe wanted you to be born just behind Jungkook because it knew that in this world you would have needed him to protect you.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry Kookie. I just wanted to hang out with them. Then they started teasing me鈥 your voice trembled as you tried to hold back the flood of tears threatening to escape.
鈥淿____. How many times do I have to tell you. You don鈥檛 need other friends. You have me! Do you hear me? We have each other and that鈥檚 all we need, okay?鈥 His Bambi eyes stared at you awaiting your response.
You nodded without looking at him. Ashamed that he was right. He was your only friend but you weren鈥檛 his. You always felt like you were holding him back. He was academically brilliant, gifted in sports and remarkably popular. He could be the greatest. He could be excellent. He could spread his wings and soar high above everyone above everything and do anything, yet he was here. On the ground, in the back corner of the classroom, away from his peers, comforting you.
You felt like an anchor weighing him down and you hated it. From that day, you swore to yourself, you wouldn鈥檛 hold him back anymore. You would release him and let him be free.
And you did.
On the Monday you returned to school, you didn鈥檛 utter a word to Jungkook. He tried everything to get you to talk to him; kindness, passive aggression and he even tried adult interference, calling up your parents to ask if you had mentioned him doing anything wrong. You had endured the lecture of a lifetime from your parents on that occasion but you didn鈥檛 budge you continued to ignore him until he finally got the message and stopped trying.
A week had passed and Jungkook鈥檚 indifference to you turned into frustration. Instead of being the voice above the rest defending you, he became one of the voices attacking you. He would say awful things alongside them but you just ignored him. You ignored everyone and stuck by yourself, until:
鈥淗i, is anyone sitting here?鈥 you heard a timid voice say. Your head whipped up in shock. You weren鈥檛 used to people talking to you. Your eyes were then met with a brand-new face. His warm eyes in a crescent moon shape as he smiled down towards you, you noticed the dimple in his cheek made him look almost angelic. He looked trusting and you wanted him so badly to be.
鈥淣o, please feel free鈥. The words rushed out before you even got a chance to register what you were saying.
鈥淚鈥檓 Namjoon. Kim Namjoon鈥 he introduced himself.
Ah yes. You remembered hearing rumours that a new boy was going to be joining the program. He was rumoured to be an absolute genius.
鈥淟ovely to meet you. I鈥檓 _____.鈥 you replied
鈥淎h, I鈥檝e heard of you! you鈥檝e got quite a reputation among the program applicants! ____, the only student to get a perfect score in the program entrance exam鈥 he explained while looking at you.
Well, you assumed he was looking at you. You could see him from the corner of your eyes as you stared at the ground, shy and blushing unused to praise.
鈥淭-Thank you but鈥ts really n-not that impressive鈥 you chuckled trying to remain as humble as possible.
鈥淗ahaha don鈥檛 say that! You should be very proud of yourself. You鈥檙e super smart and you seem pretty cool. I hope we can become really good friends鈥
鈥淔riends?鈥 You finally looked up at him. Hope in your tone as you gauged to see if he was making fun of you or not. He wasn鈥檛. He was serious? He really wanted to be friends with you! You had made a new friend all on your own!
鈥淭hat settles it then. Friends?鈥 he stuck his had in front of you waiting for you to confirm his request. You did so gladly. You took your small hand in his and shook vigorously. You began to laugh as a glimmer of hope started to warm your chest. Is this what making a friend feels like?
Unbeknownst to you, someone had been watching your little exchange and was extremely unhappy about it.
Jungkook stared daggers into the back of Namjoon鈥檚 head as he spoke to you. Why were you speaking to this guy and not Jungkook? He couldn鈥檛 understand it but he knew he didn鈥檛 like how buddy buddy you had become with this complete stranger.
You and namjoon became fast friends. It only took a year for you two to start doing everything together: rode bikes in the woods, studied and did homework, ate delicious foods and even went on weekend trips with each other鈥檚 families. For the first time in a long time, you had a friend that was an equal. Not one that you would allow to bully you in exchange for their friendship and protection. You were content. At least for a short while
You always rode bikes home together. You had done for the past year. Where was he? You waited at the school gates for 35 minutes before getting a call from your dad asking where you were. You called namjoon for the 5thtime but again the phone went straight to voicemail. Maybe there was an emergency and he had to go straight home? Well, you鈥檇 see him tomorrow you supposed.
But you didn鈥檛.
Kim Namjoon committed suicide yesterday evening after the school day was over. He jumped off of the roof of the school. According to your dads investigation, the pressure of the program became too much for him and he couldn鈥檛 handle it anymore.
Your heart broke. Your very good friend, gone just like that. And there wasn鈥檛 anything you could do about it. Something about this felt off though. It felt very out of character for Namjoon.
You weren鈥檛 given much time to think on it or mourn though because Jungkook and his friends thought that this would be the perfect time to mock you.
This was the beginning of the new norm for you. You went from being invisible to being a target. Only things this time were much worse now you had Jungkook as an enemy. Hair pulling turned into hair cutting, pushing off your bike turned into being pushed in front of the school bus and you went from having one friend to being the most hated student in the class only this time, you were all alone.
You were snapped back to the present to see Jungkook still looking at you. But this time you stared back. Adrenaline from the carnage you just witnessed rushing through you, you weren鈥檛 afraid of him right now. Of all things to be concerned with, his focus was still on you. You were pissed and you didn鈥檛 care anymore.
Both of you were in a staring match until suddenly鈥
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Left you with a cheeky cliff hanger there. What do you think will happen next chapter???
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cheesus-doodlesa day ago
Hey, It's me, the one that sent the time traveling ask, I've sent one related to it but it was days ago, idk if you seen it. Anyways, I have another idea. Platonic Toman darling who's a former leader of another powerful gang. The current members of the gang are begging for her to come back since its not what it used to be and the darling caved in to them since she also sees the gang as her friends, lmao sorry sorry for dumping my ideas to you I just need to get these ideas out of my head
aksjdnaskndaksdnjalskjnda i love this so much?? the brainrot was so strong i just had to ahhhh it killed me the entire time i was trying to get this out 馃檹馃檹fair warning this is spun out of control so quickly - its twice as longer as A Friend In Me
i'm completely exhausted please save me this is 20k words and its 4.30am i just wanted to get it out todayyy - if anything doesnt make sense i'll fix it eventually all the words are just blurring together now
also if you want to see what the boys look like, click here!
This is a spin-off from A Friend in Me. Highly recommended to read For Context: A Friend In Me Part 1 | Part 2
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tw: afab reader, yandere, violence
Red Jacket In the Mirror
Former Gang Leader Darling with Yandere Platonic Toman Boys
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"Please boss, please consider." Your former right-hand man all but begged, body bowed at a ninety degree angle to you, trembling arms folded and clutched tightly behind his back. It was strange to see him in anything besides that signature crimson jacket, but you had to admit that it was at least a nice change of pace for once to see him in more casual clothes. Sighing, you adjusted your shoulder bag strap yet again, before quickly lifting your arm for a glance at your watch. With the sun just about creeping over the horizon, the night was quickly giving way to a baby blue sky. As you thought, it was really both too early and too late to be dealing with this. Time was ticking, and at this rate, you were really going to be late for school. 鈥淭he gang ain鈥檛 going to last much longer.鈥
"Furu, when I said you could always come to me when you needed help, this wasn鈥檛 what I meant." You glanced at your watch again when the other failed to react, swallowing the yawn that you felt building at the back of your throat. Tick tock, tick tock. "I don't know what you want of me. And stop calling me boss, I'm retired."
At least bringing that up seemed to have caught his attention effectively, and the man straightened back up instantly, the crease in his brows that had been there since he appeared in front of your house deepening. "But -"
"And I have been, for almost two years." You interjected, folding your arms across your chest, your breakfast packed neatly in a simple brown paper bag still clutched tightly in one fist. 鈥淵ou know that.鈥
Silence was your only response, though you could see the gears turning in his mind; no doubt he was already considering and plotting on how to convince you otherwise. Yet, unlike you, there was no such indication in his unreadable eyes or on his face. Furu had always kept his cards very close to his chest. It was just that you knew your right-hand man - your former right-hand man, you corrected mentally - and oldest friend too well for him to hide anything from you.
Taking the opportunity to turn around to close and lock your main door, you waved at him to walk with you, and he fell into step immediately with well-practiced ease, lifting your school bag off your shoulders and slinging it across one broad shoulder. The morning breeze was cold against your skin, and you shivered slightly as you bit into your sandwich, pulling your jacket closer around you.
It was an extraordinary stroke of luck you were experiencing, you thought, silently thanking your lucky stars that none of your other friends was free for your usual ride, or walk, to school, the mode of transport usually depending on who turned up that morning. Catching Furu outside your house, you knew, would have never gone down well, and you rather not have to deal with that particular aftermath at this time of the day.
Your footsteps were almost like angel鈥檚 kisses, light and barely audible next to Furu鈥檚 heavy, pounding ones against the pavement, and the stares and whispers you got today as you travelled down your usual morning route, munching away on your breakfast, were especially apparent. Although you hated the attention - you always had - at the same time, you couldn鈥檛 really blame them. The two of you certainly looked as out of place as you felt - a middle-school goer and a man that easily towered over everyone else, tattoos running down his toned neck and arms, his fabulously long side swept hair being tossed every way in the wind. Without as much as a second thought, sandwich now safely held in one hand, you passed the now empty paper bag to Furu, who automatically folded it up neatly and tucked it away into his pants pocket before you realized what you had done.
But you gave no indication of acknowledging what had happened, refusing to turn around to look at that stupid smug grin you just knew your gigantic friend had on, instead opting to just curse your slip mentally. It seemed that you slipped ever so close into reverting into who you had been with Furu at your side. And yet, you couldn't say for certain that you hated it either. It had always been him and you after all, for as far back as you could remember up till when you swore to leave that life behind, and you would be lying to yourself if there weren鈥檛 occasions that you missed those times.
Another sigh slipped out from your lips before you could stop yourself, and you popped the last of your sandwich into your mouth in a desperate attempt to stop this seemingly endless cycle of thinking and sighing. Now standing in front of your middle school gates, the furthest that Furu could technically go - you were sure if you asked him to, he wouldn鈥檛 hesitate to walk you all the way to your homeroom - you chewed slowly, your thoughts wandering, mixing and mingling with memories. Once again, through sheer habit alone, you mindlessly accepted the offered water bottle from him, taking a sip to clear your mouth of your breakfast before handing it back. And this time, Furu couldn鈥檛 help but chuckle when he caught you throwing an annoyed look at your hands, and although he quickly threw both arms up in surrender when you turned your annoyance at him, his amusement never left his face.
The irritation at your muscle memory, displayed all too clearly on your face, was quickly replaced with a look of consideration. Furu knew those flickering looks all too well from past late-night strategic meetings - those where you sat and listened and thought about the future of the gang; the light breeze that had you shivering just a few minutes ago was now all but a minor irritant as you worked through your thoughts and decisions. You had always worn your heart on your sleeve, Furu thought, even as he held out your school bag to you, and that had always been one of your endearing qualities. It seemed no matter how you tried to change, to leave your past - and them - behind, you were still you deep down.
And when your eyebrows finally furrowed, and your eyes tightened in determination, Furu knew he had you.
鈥淔ine. One chance, Furu. Convince me why I should come back.鈥
Hope. The first he鈥檚 felt in weeks, maybe months, blossoming in his chest, just like the sun that burst over the top of your school building, flooding the courtyard with the light of a new day. Yet before said man could even speak, you had one finger up, and he snapped his mouth right back shut with a click. 鈥淏ut not right now. Come round, uh, one moment -"
Fishing your phone out from your pocket, you popped it open, squinting at the seemingly packed calendar on the small screen against the glare of the rising sun shining, seemingly following you as you turned this way and that, only to have the light either on your screen or in your eyes. Furusawa helpfully moved to block the light, and you shot him a quick, grateful smile before turning your attention back down to the screen. Several clicks, most likely of you scrolling down your schedule, before your face smoothed out into a satisfied grin, and you shifted your gaze back up to him. "After class ends today would be good. We can speak then.鈥
Snatching your offered bag from his hands and slipping it over one shoulder, all he could do was watch on as you patted down and straightened out your skirt. And just for the briefest moment, it brought him back - back to when it was just you and him. Back when he would be the one to walk you to your elementary school everyday, where you ratted off the first thoughts that popped into your head even as you sleepily rested on his, patting down your skirt after the ride he gave you on his shoulders. Back when you still gave him an enthusiastic wave off at your school gates before you ran to class, sometimes even letting him carry you all the way to your homeroom, with one look from him scaring the soul out from students to teachers alike. But alas, Furusawa was rudely yanked back to reality when the school bell went off indoors, its shrieking audible even all the way from the school gates. Cursing, you looked down at your watch again. 鈥淕otta run.鈥
Spinning around, the muscles on your calves clenching as you readied yourself to make a break for it, but you froze right as you were about to push off - what seemed like a sudden thought breaking your focus, and you turned your head round yet again to meet his gaze.
鈥淎nd go to school, Furu.鈥 You mentioned pointedly, raising an eyebrow when all he could do in response was rub the back of his head and look away, the light blush he knew that reddened his face beyond his control, but a good indicator to you that he had been caught in the act yet again. One could only wonder how many days he had actually spent in school over the past two years. 鈥淐atch ya later.鈥
The second and final bell went off, and with that, you dashed off cursing and swearing, leaving him standing by the gates as you hurriedly switched out your shoes and made a run for your homeroom. You really never did change.
Whistling and tucking his hands into his pockets, the sunlight seemed to shine brighter as Furu started on his way back to your place, the wind now a gentle breeze that kissed his skin and caressed his hair. Seems like it was time for school for him too.
The school day seemed to fly by faster than normal; you could have sworn it had just been homeroom a few blinks ago, and the lunch bell now screeching in the hallways caught you completely off guard. Outside the window where you sat, staring outside for what must have been hours at a time, the sun was now king of the sky, hanging high and scorching the earth, though the heat was somewhat dulled inside the confines of your school. Maybe it was from just being caught up in your own head and thoughts, a compelling theory since you had barely noticed Draken waiting for you outside your classroom, your schoolmates only pausing to give him a cautious wide berth as they flowed past him in a stream of people towards the cafeteria. The aftermath of his previous beatings, barely conscious bodies littered across various corridors, had been clear for all to see, and even clearer in their minds - there were basically no delinquents left in your school that weren鈥檛 already part of Toman after the numerous rounds of ass whippings handed out.
If he hadn鈥檛 snatched the back of your school uniform as you passed by in a daze, you probably would have stumbled all the way to the cafeteria with the rest of the crowd before realizing that you haven鈥檛 eaten there in a long time, and that you were alone for the first time in an even longer time.
Letting out a yelp as you were momentarily lifted off your feet by your collar, the wall clock still had the opportunity for a few more ticks before you seemingly came back to your senses, shaking off the lingering thoughts at the forefront of your head and the almost trance you had been in since the morning, and turning your full attention back to your awaiting friend.
鈥淎hh sorry Ken-chin! Was lost in my own world for a bit there.鈥 You held up the two bento boxes that you had packed securely away in your bag earlier that morning, once again silently offering up your thanks to whoever out there was watching over you that Furu hadn鈥檛 caught you holding those boxes when he ambushed you outside your house - you knew once he had his eyes on your cooking, there was no way you would have arrived at school with both boxes intact, let alone full.
"Something on your mind?" The hustle and bustle of crowded corridors faded more and more with every step that you two took, before silence soon fell, with just yours and Draken's footsteps echoing off empty walls.
"Don't mind me," you let out a hum, the slight clatter of full bento boxes shifting against each other adding to the rebounding cacophony of echoes as you both started to climb the quiet flights of stairs up to your usual lunch spot on the sunny roof. "Just reminiscing a bit on my past, I suppose."
And it was that last line that instantly caught his attention. The sudden burst of sunlight into both your eyes hid the sharpening of Draken鈥檚 - and his all too obvious interest - from you, something you would have easily picked up on even if his outward expression didn't give away his thoughts, as you winced, bringing your arm up to shield your tender eyes. Though you were quick to adapt and recover, a blink was all your friend needed to bring his emotions back under his control, schooling his features and relaxing his muscles. 鈥淎nything you need to talk about?鈥
Your past - an opaque, concrete barrier in time that none of your friends could seem to get past. You never spoke about your past, for the most part content to be just a listening ear in conversations, or offered any information on your life before meeting Baji and Mikey, and none of their efforts to fish for more yielded anything but little tantalizing tidbits.
You had revealed once that you had moved previously, from an unsaid part of Tokyo to where you were today, when Baji wondered aloud why that fateful afternoon was the first time he had seen you around. And another time, under the shade of a large tree down by the river banks, when it had just been you and him over a couple of convenience store snacks and drinks, you had mentioned leaving close friends behind in your move. But that was all they had heard, and this sudden reminder of how little they knew about you, even after having been friends for close to two years by now, brought all the questions rampaging straight back to the front of Draken鈥檚 mind. What were you hiding in your past? Why were you so reluctant to speak about it? Was there something bothering you that he could help with?
But yet again, even now tucked away in your little favourite corner of the roof, the one overlooking the large field now crowded with students, Draken鈥檚 attempts at learning more about you were foiled. 鈥淣othing serious I swear! It's just some random thoughts here and there.鈥
鈥淗ey, I can see Aki-kun from here!鈥 Laughing as you gingerly transferred a piece of karage from your box into his, Draken didn鈥檛 miss the quick change of topic, and the underlying reluctance in your laughter to dig up past memories. Seemed like all he could do at this point was to let it slide, he pondered to himself, ruffling your hair goodnaturedly and chuckling at your playful pout. After all, you were you - you鈥檝e never hidden any secrets from your friends before. So why would you start now?
The rest of the day breezed by as well, and yet again, for the second time in the same day, it was only the school bell going off and the outside hallways starting to fill with students from the neighbouring classes did you realize that your teacher was still droning on. It wasn鈥檛 a usual thing for your school activities to drag on past the end of the school day, but there had been some last minute administrative work to be done, and you, having been volunteered against your will (not that you minded anyway), had to rush the signed forms to the teacher鈥檚 office before you could leave, something that you hastened to do, weaving your way through the crowds and against the flow of traffic as fast as you could.
Although Mikey and the others generally didn鈥檛 mind accompanying you on these trips, helping you with the papers and taking the opportunity to throw a look at your gulping teacher and quavering classmates when they thought you weren鈥檛 looking, it wasn鈥檛 them you had to worry about today - the boys had reluctantly cancelled all hangouts with you earlier, except lunch evidently, in anticipation of an all-hands gang meeting that you weren鈥檛 allowed to participate in. No, this situation was far worse.
Your quick footsteps made little sound against the wooden floor, the corridors now having emptied of most of its crowd as you all but outright ran to the entrance of the school, letting out the breath you didn鈥檛 know you had been holding when you spotted Furu's eye catching mob of black and pink hair behind the brick wall of your school compound on your way out.
All you earned for the rushing and running was a lazy smile tossed your way as you rounded the bend of the school gates into his view. And if you had thought it was rare to catch Furusawa in casual clothes, you had to admit to yourself that it was probably even rarer to find him in his scruffy high school uniform, arms crossed and leaning against the brick wall as he waited patiently outside your school gates under the shade of a large tree, tie loosely slipped over his neck and bag lazily flung over one shoulder.
And you couldn鈥檛 lie to yourself - it was with nothing but relief that you did find him actually waiting outside the school, even after taking in consideration your schoolmates鈥 mutters about scary-looking and out-of-place men loitering outside; it was ways better than having Furu trooping around inside looking for you. You still shiver, recalling that one incident where your class had been running late, and Furu had taken it upon himself to storm all the way to your classroom, toss your teacher single-handedly into a wall and in the process, break his glasses, haul you over his shoulder, and make off with you before you could tell him to stop. The next day had been extremely awkward, needless to say, and despite the numerous apologies and the replacement glasses you had express made, you weren鈥檛 sure how long it took before you could stop hanging your head in shame every time that teacher looked your way with a suspicious glance.
But alas, it wasn鈥檛 Furu who suddenly grew patient since you鈥檝e been away. No, more like a dog on a leash, you thought, desperately trying to suppress the giggle that threatened to spill from your lips as you followed the hand clutching your right hand man鈥檚 arm in a death grip back to its surprising owner.
"Hase! You're here too?"
For someone who stood almost as tall as Furusawa, with pale blue side swept hair that stood out easily against the mostly black and brown hair of the student crowd, Hase had still been completely hidden standing behind Furusawa, his slimmer build no match for the other's sheer mass. Finding your former left-hand man and first division captain being the sole thread stopping Furu鈥檚 rampage through your school, complete with his signature nonplussed and despairing face, was a welcomed surprise to you - it didn鈥檛 even cross your mind that he would accompany Furu here.
Finally being able to release his grasp on the other鈥檚 arm, most likely hard enough to give any other human a good bruise in the shape of his handprint but left nothing but a faint red print on Furu, the tired looking man shook out his fingers with a dirty look tossed the other man鈥檚 way, before a small grin, one of those only reserved for you, uplifted his usual downturned mouth and he reaching over to ruffle your hair. "Caught this meathead in school for once, knew you had a hand in that, Boss."
The sunlight only seemed to strengthen, and the rays that made it through the overhead tree canopy seemed to catch and dance across Hase鈥檚 striped undercut, the alternating blues shining and fading with the light.
鈥淪top selling me out, Hase.鈥 Snatching your school bag off your back with characteristic vigour, Furu tossed it backwards into Hase鈥檚 awaiting arms. And the small smile that graced his face was wiped in that instance, pulled back down into his familiar frown as Hase let out an exasperated groan, his dull eyes all but screaming the inner torture and suffering he was enduring. Even with the unfolding tragedy at having to be the one to take the brunt of Furu鈥檚 existence, he still silently turned down your insistence on being able to carry your own belongings, simply swinging it onto one shoulder with a roll of his eyes and the smallest quirk of his lips.
You let out a laugh as Furu swept you up onto his shoulders, one that rang in Hase鈥檚 ears clear as crystals, bringing with it a cheer that he forgot he could feel, a special kind of genuine happiness that rejuvenated his old bones. 鈥淗ow bout stopping by that crepe shop I passed by earlier Boss?鈥
His arms full with groceries and crafting materials, Mitsuya thought he had seen the familiar flash of your hair in the distance from the corner of his eye, sitting atop the shoulders of a towering man. But it had just been the briefest of glances against the glare of the sun in his eyes, and knowing you as well as he did, he assured himself that you would never do something as crude. And so this was brushed off as nothing more than a coincidence, maybe just someone with a similar build to you. He did have chores to finish and things to do before the meeting tonight after all, and time was of the essence.
鈥淲ait, wait. I got this.鈥 The afternoon sun now lower on the horizon, the heat wasn鈥檛 as oppressive as it had been just an hour earlier, though you still found it comparatively more tolerable to wait under the shade of the crepe shop鈥檚 canvas awning as opposed to the direct sunlight. Still, the humid air was getting to you and Hase, and by the looks of it, the crepe shop employee, his customer-service smile growing more and more strained as Furu continued to struggle with totalling the value of his coins.
Hase was the first to break the silence, sweeping back his hair with a loud sigh, even though everything seemed to bounce back into shape just fine. 鈥淵ou going to stand there for the next two years, Furusawa?鈥
鈥淪hut up nerd, I鈥檓 counting here.鈥
Much to your amusement, however mild it is as you were slowly baked alive by the heat radiating from the concrete pavement, Hase鈥檚 look had soured even more, and he made sure to let Furu know - mumbling rather audibly under his breath about how being able to do simple addition was apparently enough to make him a nerd, before he finally turned his long-suffering gaze on you.
And you were next to fold under the combined strength of pity and your growing drowsiness. Tugging Furu鈥檚 hand up to where you sat upon his shoulders, you picked through the small mountain of coins with ease, dropping the correct amount in his other open palm within a matter of seconds. 鈥淭here you go, Furu.鈥
And instantly, you swore that you saw the shop employee physically deflate as he let go of the breath he had been holding, relief clearly washing over his face as he handed over the crepe with a grateful look shot your way. There had been no other customers behind the three of you - most had taken one look at your odd trio and instantly reevaluated if they had really needed a crepe at this point in time, and the rest had been scared off by the downright evil looks Furu shot them when they dared to even pipe up about hurrying up. Receiving the crepe, which was then gingerly pinched between two fingers, it was immediately offered up to you, which you accepted with a thanks and a pat of his head, the only spot that you could lazily reach without straining.
鈥淐an鈥檛 believe you still can鈥檛 count fucking money, Furusawa. At 19.鈥 Your unhappy friend grumbled, before letting out another sigh, his third in the matter of a few minutes, when all he received in response was a shrug which lifted you slightly, as they finally started on their journey to your house, the little adventure to the crepe shop having already eaten up the good part of an hour. 鈥淵ou need to stop spoiling him, Boss. This marks his fourth year in high school already.鈥
鈥淎t least he鈥檚 trying, Hase.鈥 Came your gentle reply from atop Furusawa鈥檚 shoulders, one arm lazily propping up your head, elbow nested among his bi-colored hair, the other holding your afternoon snack, which you quickly brought closer to lick the melting cream lest it dropped atop Furu's hair. Not that your friend would mind, but still. "Besides Furu, you buy the cafeteria lunch yourself don't you?"
"He eats the same goddamn thing everyday!" Came Hase's outraged cry before Furu could reply, quickly followed by more hair ruffling and groans of despair, earning him yet another chuckle from you.
Back in the safety of the confines of your house, you led them up dark unfamiliar steps, yet when the door to your bedroom opened, it was as if they had been plunged straight back into the past, a burst of nostalgia that gushed through their minds as they took in what was a carbon copy of your room from a previous life. You waved them in, even as you delicately slid large windows open to allow the breeze in, before pulling out that small coffee table, the same one that so many talks and discussions had been previously held over, from its corner where you had tucked it away. 鈥淢ake yourselves at home.鈥
You didn鈥檛 need to say more, Hase setting your school bag down onto your chair, Furu ambling over and plopping down in a spot right below your gigantic windows with a huff, making sure that he was comfortable before reaching over to pull you down into his lap. The light breeze whistled as it seeped in through your cranked windows, and the dropping temperature that came with the setting sun was a welcomed change from the burning afternoon.
It wasn鈥檛 long before the crumbs from various snacks were littered across the small coffee table, steaming mugs of tea that you brewed cooling slowly as you and Furu chatting about your day at school, and for a moment, the past two years, and everything that had happened, felt unreal to Hase. Maybe it had just been a dream, maybe you never left them. After all, why would you leave them behind? They were your friends - your closest friends - friends that you loved, that you willingly bore and carried the weight of the world for.
All it took to break the fog that had been clouding Hase鈥檚 eyes and memories was a quick, almost lazy, scan of the collection of different sized photos lining your desk and cupboards, and he felt as if he had plunged straight into ice-cold water that shook him awake and back into reality. The school pick up, the walk, the snack break, and even now, seeing you huddled cozily in Furusawa鈥檚 lap, as you always had when you were the centre of their world, he had forgotten that it had been two years since then. Your photos weren鈥檛 of you and them anymore; replaced instead with what seemed like a group of six boys of various heights and hair color, all with group and individual photos of you and various combinations of guys laughing, huddling, having fun. You seemed to have moved on just fine from them, finding a new group of friends that looked about the same age as you to call your own. The past two years hadn鈥檛 been just a figment of his imagination, as much as Hase wanted, as much as he desperately wished for it to be so. No - it had really been two years since you left them behind in your past to forge a new path in life. And yet, here they were again, still hopelessly clinging on to you, unwilling to let you go like you had them, and let your past remain in the past.
鈥淩ight, so what brought you boys back to me? Isn鈥檛 Shoji still leading the Red Dragonflies?鈥
Your warm voice cut through the miserable thoughts accumulating at the front of his mind like a hot knife, but all it did was remind your friend of why they were here to begin with, as the almost celebratory mood in your room flipped sombre in mere seconds.
And the story spilled out in an unstoppable torrent of words, Furu鈥檚 arms tightening ever so slightly as he relayed the chilling tale of events that unfolded in your time away, tales that struck at your heartstrings. Even though their outward expressions never changed, you could see the torment, the anger, and the worry for the gang that you had built together churning in their eyes, the emotions that underlie every word as they relayed your precious band of friends鈥 slow march towards collapse. The same gang that you had fought and sweated and bled for once upon a time, the one that you painstakingly put together one man by one man, taking the time to walk the ground and know who you were fighting for. How this death spire all started when Shoji had been ousted by an upstart wannabe delinquent, Kawato Ryo, with one too many connections, who had threatened not only Shoji鈥檚 future, but that of his family as well, essentially forcing your hand picked successor into self-exile. How Kawato had brought along and tried to merge his old gang of two hundred or so men into the larger Red Dragonflies gang.
The cups of tea, once hot and steaming, were now stone cold, left forgotten on the coffee table. But you were too busy running your hand soothingly through Hase鈥檚 blue locks, allowing him to bury his face into one shoulder, the other shoulder already occupied by Furu resting his chin on you.
鈥淗e insulted you. Said you were incompetent, didn鈥檛 know how to run a gang for shit. Jun exploded - beat the living crap out of all 50 men Kawato had brought along. I had to step in to stop him from jumping Kawato, but Jun had it by then. Took his division and left.鈥 You could feel Furu鈥檚 arms trembling against you even as they tightened around your waist, with anger or worry you couldn鈥檛 tell. 鈥淜oji stopped turning up for meetings a while back too after that.鈥
"So that's what happened." Sighing, you leaned back into Furu鈥檚 chest, untangling your fingers from Hase鈥檚 hair to fold your arms, your mind racing as you contemplated what your two friends had recounted to you. You knew it shouldn鈥檛 involve you, or not anymore at least. You promised yourself after all, that you would leave that life behind in your past when you moved, that you wouldn鈥檛 be tempted to return.
鈥淢asashi鈥檚 about had it as well,鈥 the confession spilled from Hase as he pulled himself up from where he had been cuddled in your lap. Having been relatively silent up till now, and allowing Furusawa to pour out what he knew had been weighing heavy on the Vice-Captain鈥檚 chest, your left hand man and First Wing had only supplied details and parts of the story that Furu wasn鈥檛 privy to, although you could read from the crease in his brows and the serious schooling of his face that Hase too had much on his heart. The weight of keeping the Red Dragonflies had been placed almost wholly on Furusawa's shoulders, and no matter how physically strong he was, he just wasn鈥檛 you.
鈥淚 just don鈥檛 know what to do anymore Boss.鈥 The sudden hushing of the wind through the parted windows only served to accentuate the silence that had fallen in your room, with only the sound of breathing and hair rustling daring to break the stillness as Furusawa buried his face into your hair.
You let out a soft soothing hum, a tune that they recognised from team meetings under dim ceiling lights and moonless skies from what seemed like the distant past, patting your oldest friend鈥檚 knee comfortingly but saying nothing, your mind still churning away, contemplating and processing the information that you had just received.
A thought seemed to have crossed Hase鈥檚 mind as they waited for you to complete your information digestion, and he raised an eyebrow at Furu. 鈥淗ow did ya even know Boss moved here, Furusawa?鈥
Said man scratched the back of his hair. 鈥淥h, Boss gave me her new address.鈥
And with that, the serious atmosphere that had dominated your room shattered along with your train of thoughts as Hase once again went into complete meltdown, all but losing control of his face, the most wretched groan you had heard all day slipping from his lips and breaking your train of thoughts, before he turned his sorrowful gaze on you. 鈥淵ou gave your new address to only this shit-for-brains, Boss? What if he forgot?鈥
鈥淗ey - I wrote it down alright!鈥
All you could do was break into a fit of laughter at the sheer misery on his face, clutching your aching sides as you laughed until you broke into hiccups, unknowingly bringing about a quirk of lips to Hase that you missed. It was good to see that you were still the same. Struggling to get the now fit of hiccups under control behind one hand, the other was busy flipping through your tiny schedule again.
鈥淩ight, tomorrow night looks good.鈥 You mumbled to yourself, before that kind, fond, familiar gaze turned on Hase, barely missing a beat even as Furu began combing his fingers through your hair, a gesture you knew he found comforting. 鈥淗ase, gather my 3 wandering Wings here, would you? 10pm would be good. And don鈥檛 mention me if you don鈥檛 have to.鈥
And your First Wing couldn鈥檛 find it in him to even complain or sigh. No - it was nothing short of excitement and glee that washed over him despite having no outward change in expression, fishing out his phone to send off a text message. You were giving him orders, his first in two years.
Yet, even without words exchanged, both Vice Captain and First Wing instinctively knew what this was: a test. By getting Hase to send what was essentially an order to gather, without mentioning that you were behind the order, there was no doubt that you were feeling them out, testing your Wings. If they didn鈥檛 turn up, you could take it to mean that they wanted to cut ties with the Red Dragonflies for good, and you would set them free from their responsibilities and from your past. But if all of your Wings did gather of their own will, maybe, just maybe that would convince you to come back into the fold.
Life went on as usual for you the next day, after you had waved off Furu and Hase from your porch the previous night, the chilly wind that bit at their faces and ears a reminder of what was at stake.
Letting out a yawn, you allowed yourself to lean further into Pah-chin鈥檚 back, even as you tried and failed to sleepily rub your eyes through the visor of your helmet. Thoroughly exhausted from all the happenings of the previous day, your gut feel was telling you that the rest of today would be spent sprawled out across your desk, though no one would dare tell you off for that. Perks of having strong, scary friends, you mused, your eyelids already feeling as heavy as iron weights.
鈥淒idn鈥檛 sleep well?鈥 Came the question from the front, though Pah definitely wasn鈥檛 complaining about you snuggling into his back. He liked that you were depending on him for once, and blocking the wind for you while you took a rest on your ride to school certainly made him feel good.
鈥淢mmm.鈥 You muttered. 鈥淪omething urgent popped up, had to get it done before I went to sleep.鈥
The minutes and hours blurred together in your dazed mind, and you swore you must have missed several classes, having predictably passed out on your table in a first in months. And similarly, as expected, with the notorious reputation that you carried, the shadow of your friends鈥 angry looks and beatings hanging over you, no one, teachers or students, had ever dared to disturb you - something which you still haven鈥檛 made up your mind on whether you favoured two years in. Yet, in those rare moments when you came to your senses enough to blink the fog from your eyes and mind, you found yourself exactly where you were supposed to be, having somehow moved to the various classrooms. Maybe an unknown benefactor had been looking out for you, someone who wasn鈥檛 afraid of the fierce retribution from your friends. Or maybe it was just your excellent sleepwalking skills.
Your street was already quiet when you waved off Baji and Kazutora from your dimly lit porch, the roar of their motorbikes still heard echoing down the road long after they disappeared from view. To them, it was the end of your day, one spent entirely, of course, having fun and spoiling them with your attention. Yet you knew otherwise, rolling up your sleeves even as you closed your main door behind you. There was still work to be done, and your gut was already telling you that this was going to be a long night.
Furu and Hase had let themselves in sometime before 10pm, and you didn鈥檛 miss a beat in starting to direct the two men around as you all but danced around your kitchen, setting up cups for drinks and sliding trays into the oven, directing your right hand man to use his towering height to take down ingredients and dishes even as Hase slipped on an apron to help with the preparation of other snacks.
With just five minutes to spare until 10pm, you left Hase to continue on in the kitchen without the slightest reluctance, trusting your friend having worked beside you long enough to know what to do, as you and Furu headed on back to your room to set up the furniture as needed - pulling out the small, worn coffee table from its corner, taking out cushions for the ground from your wardrobe, and pushing your bed up to create more space. At this point, you still weren鈥檛 sure who was coming - but the hope in your heart told you to prepare for the best.
Being pulled into his lap the moment you two were done, and settling into the comfortable silence between you and Furu, only broken by the man鈥檚 heavy breathing and the fierce whistling of wind through the cracks in your window, you could hear your main door swing open, the creak of its hinges too iconic for you to miss even all the way from your room on the second floor. It was a good sign too - probably Hase letting in one of your expected guests. A few brief words exchanged that you couldn鈥檛 quite hear from upstairs, several moments of peace, of feet most likely pattering quietly across wooden floors, before a loud bang originating from somewhere along your stairwell echoed down the hallway, a string of colorful curses quick to follow. 鈥淔ucking hell! Who made these fucking lights so dim on fucking stairs?鈥
Angry footsteps now pounded the rest of the way up the stairs, though it seemed the aggressor wasn鈥檛 alone, as yet another familiar voice drifted into your room.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think lights are going to help your two left feet.鈥 Came Koji鈥檚 voice, the ever level-headed friend, even as you could hear the light tapping of his white cane against your wooden floors as he navigated himself around unknown territory.
鈥淪hut the fuck up, you blind fuck.鈥
The thumping of footsteps only grew louder and louder, even as your two friends continued to trade insults and remarks, remaining completely unaware of what awaited them beyond the light that flooded the hallway from your room. The shock of long blond hair being tossed backwards as the first man swept into view in your doorway, your Second Wing looked both strangely familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, having grown out and bleached his hair in your time away.
"That hairstyle suits you well Jun."
A gentle voice, one that was warm and welcoming and felt like coming home, one that he hadn鈥檛 heard for what felt like years, floated above their conversation, instantly silencing the room. Even the wind that had been hissing through the gaps of your window stilled as Jun froze in the doorway, one hand still gripping the frame for support as he always did when rounding corners, his ice blue eyes searching the room almost desperately, before landing on you.
"I heard what happened with Kawato." Your light comment broke the tension in the room.
"Boss, I -" Yet, Jun found himself unable to speak in your presence, unable to say what he had wanted to all those years ago.
"You got mad for me?" From where you were seated, huddled comfortably in Furu's lap, as you always had been back then, you smiled. And in that instance, it was like the rest of the world had faded away. That same tired smile he hated with every fibre of his being, that same world weary smile that you had shined at them right one last time before you disappeared from their lives and took the sun with you - it was now the same smile that felt like long-awaited rain on his parched soul. "Thank you, Jun."
The thud of Jun dropping to his knees resounded sharply throughout your small room, the smash of his forehead into your floor that quickly followed joining the echo. 鈥淧lease come back, Boss!鈥 was all he managed to get out - everything else he had planned to tell you, all the words, washed away in the moment.
You only had the time to wince, your thoughts already with your friend鈥檚 poor forehead, before Jun was all but booted aside from where he had been kneeling, right in the doorway to your room, having unknowingly blocked the already narrow walkway.
"Move, fucker." From behind, Hase strolled past, drinks and snacks that you had prepared earlier expertly balanced in two trays. Koji was right on his heels, feathered earrings glimmering, almost sparkling as they caught the light when he stepped into the light of your bedroom. Bandages wrapped elegantly around his eyes just as you remembered back then, his cane lightly tapping at your door frame, and then on the wooden floor, your Third Wing carefully steered himself around where Jun still laid frozen on his side, seemingly processing what had happened to him.
鈥淭hank you for taking care of Jun all this time, Koji.鈥 Though he couldn鈥檛 see your smile, what he heard from the others to be a brilliant smile, your genuine joy at seeing your friends again shone through in your tone.
Koji returned a diplomatic nod, but you didn鈥檛 miss his lips quirking into a small smile. Being able to hear your voice again in the flesh, after all this time fumbling alone in the wretched dark, had been worth the hell that they had been through. 鈥淢y pleasure, Boss.鈥
You knew he didn鈥檛 mean that in the slightest, from the chuckle that he all but failed to bite back.
Jun, having apparently finally returned to reality after a good minute, instantly jumped to his feet, grabbing the nearest object to hurl straight at Hase, who almost nonchalantly caught what turned out to be your empty dustbin, settling it down lightly beside him. 鈥淵ou motherfucker!鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 throw Boss鈥 things around like that.鈥
鈥淭hen let鈥檚 take it outside! I鈥檒l beat the fucking crap out of you!鈥
The wind had started up again, stronger than before, now harshly rattling at your windows as the temperature in your room fell yet again. Masashi was the last to arrive, most likely having let himself in through your unlocked main door, hesitation and caution thrown to the wind as he took just a few seconds from the time your door creaked open to settling down knee to knee with Furusawa. You knew it was the breeze that floated your voice down to the street outside that gave the game away - your Fourth Wing probably having already deduced that this must be your new house, and that you had been the one behind the gathering, even if it was Hase who issued the original orders.
And with his arrival, all of your Wings - your friends from another life - were once again back beside you.
You didn't mind - you never did - when Masa all but yanked you from Furu鈥檚 lap into his own with surprising strength, wrapping his bony arms around you tighter and tighter as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.
Even when Furu finally had enough of his unofficial job as your ground cushion stolen from him, making short work of wrenching you out of Masashi鈥檚 arms and back into his lap, no one pointed out the boy鈥檚 hand still tightly intertwined with your own - none of your older friends had the heart to deny him this tiny bit of comfort after spending two long, suffering years away from you.
"Boss, you're coming back, aren't ya?" Came the inevitable question, a quiet mutter from a now emotionally-spent Jun, who had somehow crawled his way into your lap even as you rested in Furu鈥檚, your one free hand running ever so lightly, so gently through his hair, the same way that you always had.
The cold breeze that whistled through the tiny opening of your window carried your quiet, fond chuckle loud and clear across the room, even as you freed both your hands to lean back into Furu's chest, eyes closing of their own volition as the memories welled up to the front of your mind and heart, too many, too much for you to handle. They didn鈥檛 need a response from you to know what your answer would be; they knew you all too well. Your tender, bleeding heart would never let you leave your friends, your closest friends who once upon a time ruled the world with you, hanging in the balance, not after they answered your call even after you turned your back on them before. You knew deep down, it was a mistake to have tried to leave them behind. Your mistake that they paid dearly for. Never again. "What do I do with all of you?"
But outside, in the dark of the night, a very different tale from the nostalgic reunion happening in your room was playing out.
He swore he had just been passing by after a quick convenience store run. Baji did live just a bit further down the street from you after all, and had made it a habit to pop by just to check on your house before returning home for the night. It was just for his own sanity, Baji reminded himself, so that his instincts screaming at him to check on you could be settled for the night, even if he did just see you a mere few hours ago. And it should have been just like any other night that he did so - your room would have been dark, you already asleep for some time, given the long hours you were awake and active.
But alas tonight, it seemed that peace was not meant to be. Under the sky sparkling with stars, and by the light of just dim overhead streetlamps, the gleam of yellow light against the crimson red of the 5 motorbikes parked haphazardly outside your house stood out against your otherwise dark, quiet neighbourhood. And the light of your room, still on despite the already late time of day, only served to drive increasingly paranoid thoughts through Baji鈥檚 mind. What was going on? Were you in danger? Did you have ties with other gangs - or worse, other friends - that they didn鈥檛 know about?
Yet even with his mind racing, the boy instinctively knew that it was a bad idea to charge in ahead, the glow of red under the slight flicker of the streetlamp almost as if a warning to stay away.
A few loud, desperate bangs on his door was all it took to drag a reluctant Mikey out of his warm bed, yawning and stretching as he responded to the sight of a frantic Baji, fist raised, ready for another pound.
That sleepiness faded in an instant, replaced with alarm bells that screamed in his head the moment Baji started pouring out the unfolding situation. 鈥淢otorbikes?鈥
鈥淩ed ones, five of them with dragonfly insignias. I managed to get a hold of Draken and Kazutora, they鈥檙e on their way.鈥
There was no time to waste. Either way, it didn鈥檛 spell good news, either for you or for them, and it was essential they got to you as quickly as possible.
Your front door was unlocked, swinging open with that familiar creak from the lightest touch. You weren鈥檛 supposed to leave your front door unlocked under any circumstance - they had repeated that time and time again. So why was it open? A look shot between the four boys carried all that needed to be said without a word being uttered; this situation was getting from bad to worse, and the wind seemed to agree, shifting from a light, friendly breeze to an almost torrential storm in just a blink of an eye, whipping their hair and the back of their heads as it rushed in through the open door.
Between the light chatter and laughter as you caught up with your friends after two long years spent away from that, and the wind all but rattling your windows, you might have been forgiven for missing the light creak as your front door was pushed open. It was only the storm of fast footsteps that finally caught your attention, and before you could even blink, your bedroom door burst open once more. Yet it seemed that Koji was faster still, having already been sitting right by your door, his modified white cane whistling through the air the moment the door sprang open before you could even register who your intruders were.
"Koji!" Your voice came sharp and firm, a far cry from your usual warm, friendly tone, cutting through the chaos. And the cane came to a screeching halt midair, just inches from where Draken's raised arm was, having stepped forward in front of Mikey, ready to take the blow. "That's enough."
The room stilled. Everyone was staring and studying and processing what their eyes were seeing and telling them, their eyes sweeping the other party. Almost like a scene out of a movie, you couldn鈥檛 help but muse, even as it finally dawned on you that your worst nightmare had been realized, your hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. The sigh that slipped through your lips at the realization of the mess, absolute armageddon, that was about to unfold, that you would undoubtedly have to clean up after, was what broke the lull, and chaos again reared its ugly head.
This scene in front of them was something they would have never believed if they hadn鈥檛 witnessed it firsthand - complete strangers that they didn鈥檛 recognise looking right at home in your room. Even worse, strangers that you seemed absolutely comfortable with. But all the questions that they had could wait: their first priority was getting you back to their side where you belonged.
鈥淕et your filthy hands off her.鈥 Came the low snare from Baji, as Kazutora stormed forward to tug you up from where you had been huddled in someone else鈥檚 lap, pushing you almost harshly behind him and blocking your view of the offender. You would have fallen with the shove if Draken hadn鈥檛 stepped up to catch you against his chest, one arm moving to wrap around your waist almost protectively. Mikey had remained silent even up till now, seemingly content to stay at the back of the group, hands tucked almost lazily into the pockets of his pants, though you knew that it was not all as it seemed; if you had dared to hazard a glance at them, you would see the fury burning in the depths of his blank eyes. You were in so much trouble.
But all the boys earned for their efforts was a long suffering sigh from Hase, who dropped his head into his knee, both hands now coming up to ruffle his hair in despair, and a crunch as Masashi boredly bit into yet another cookie, having long been drawn from his death grip on you by the lure of your cooking. Small mercies, you supposed - you didn鈥檛 want to know what would happen if they had found you not only in the lap of a friend you never told them about, but simultaneously draped over by another.
鈥淵our new friends, Boss?鈥 In frightening similarity to the Toman President, one that just dawned on you, Furu didn鈥檛 look the slightest bit concerned with having you yanked from him, but to you, his chocolate eyes all but said otherwise, sharpening as they did before a fight, scanning and measuring up your friends.
鈥淚鈥檓 not dealing with this tonight.鈥 Was what you ultimately settled on, a yawn that you failed to stifle bubbling up and escaping your lips, the glare of lights from both your ceiling lights and the outside street lamp blurring into a single blob and stinging your tired eyes. 鈥淓verybody out.鈥
Masashi stood almost instantly, lumbering over to help Koji up from where he had been seated, and the two of them left without another word, your friends eyeing them suspiciously as they passed through with not a glance thrown in your direction. It was only after the front door creaked close behind the duo did you realize that he had, once again, quietly polished off every last bit of remaining cookies and snacks that you and Hase had prepared earlier, leaving empty trays neatly stacked on your coffee table.
A light snore emitted from under your sheets was the next thing to catch the attention of your friends, before a rustle and a shift indicated that your bed - your bed - was already occupied. Hase had lifted Jun as carefully as he cared to (read: yank and dump) into your bed for a rest earlier after he had all but fallen asleep in your lap, having spent the last of his energy apparently having a mini internal breakdown; another small mercy that you thanked your lucky stars for. Rubbing your eyes, the exhaustion now quickly setting in, you leaned back into Draken鈥檚 chest, one of his arms still wrapped securely around your waist and keeping you upright. 鈥淛un can sleep through a nuclear apocalypse, 鈥 you muttered sleepily, failing to stifle yet another yawn. 鈥淗e won鈥檛 be getting up by himself anytime soon.鈥
All you needed to do was turn your gaze to your left hand man, for which the anguish on his face only grew as he glanced between the group of intruders and your bed, seemingly weighing whether he could bear to leave you again so soon. But it seemed the sheer fatigue in your eyes won out, as Hase finally stood, mumbling something inaudible to you. Forcefully yanking the other from beneath your sheets and unceremoniously hurling him over one shoulder like a sack of rice, true to your word, Jun didn鈥檛 even react, his head lolling over. "I'll drop him off, I guess. And arrange that meeting with Kawato."
"In his room please, Hase. Not the driveway." Your drowsy voice reminded him as the duo disappeared round the bend of your doorway and into the darkened hallway.
But Furu didn鈥檛 bulge from where he had been seated all night, instead folding his arms even as the windows above his head continued to clatter and groan from the force of the wind outside. 鈥淚鈥檓 staying.鈥
鈥淵ou know what, whatever. I鈥檓 going to bed.鈥 Done, that was all you could think at the moment. Everything else could be settled tomorrow, a future-you problem. But right now, your brain was all but screaming about how warm and comfortable your bed was, and how much it really, really needed a break.
When all present boys decided that the only obvious solution was to pile into your bed after you for the night, it came as no surprise to you - at the back of your mind, you knew their wariness of Furusawa, who was content with sleeping slumped upright under your window, prevented them from leaving you alone. But even if you wanted to speak up in defense of your oldest friend, speaking was all but outside your abilities, with you drifting off the moment your head hit your pillow. At least the night breeze was cold and strong, a small mercy, and you could be content falling asleep while being cuddled up against by four living heaters.
The rising sun and the start of a new day failed to restore harmony to your house, even if it did seem promising at first to you. Even with the late turn-in the previous night, you were still up before everyone else, leaving the pile of slumbering boys cuddling into the warm spot where you had been sleeping, the need to make sure your friends were all well fed and watered was an instinct too strong for you to ignore. Plus it seemed like a good way to apologise to everyone for the happenings and nasty surprises from the night before; no one had ever turned down your cooking, not in this life or any other you led. And you had high hopes as well that this could help to break the ice between your two groups of friends.
But all your expectations were shattered as soon as the boys started lumbering down one by one, drawn out of their sleep by the smell of frying bacon and eggs; food didn鈥檛 seem to be the miracle solution you were looking for either. You weren't sure how many times you had sighed just this morning alone, but you were sure that this had to be some sort of single day record. Going to school was something you already had to mentally write off, the morning sun having now risen beyond the point where you knew you could make it for first class. And there was no way you were even leaving your house at this point, not with what was essentially a standoff going down in your kitchen before the first bacon was eaten.
"Guys, just sit. Please." The sizzling of bacon had long died down, now cooling on several sheets of kitchen towels on your dining table. Furusawa, having been the earliest to make it to the kitchen, had picked the corner chair, somewhere he could have both his feet propped up on one corner of the table where he knew you wouldn鈥檛 mind, and had been rocking his chair back and forth for the good part of the past 10 minutes. Meanwhile, the other 5 boys had been staring him down as best they could from the opposite end of the table.
This was bad.
鈥淗e鈥檚 in my seat,鈥 muttered Kazutora, his already clenched fists that he hid behind his back tightening further, knuckles whitening even as his fingernails turned red. A blink, and you looked again. Oh.
鈥淪orry about that Kazutora. Furu,鈥 You patted the chair closest to where you stood. 鈥淵ou sit here.鈥
But before Furu could lift his feet off the table, it was Kazutora who huffed as he sat where you had indicated, unwilling to let the larger man sit any closer to you than he already was. The image of you very comfortably cuddled in that shitstain鈥檚 lap was still burned into the back of his eyelids and his brain from the previous night, and it was only by clinging on to you during the night that he managed to shake off his raging jealousy and insecurity enough to fall asleep. He wasn鈥檛 sure what he would do if the man tried to pull the same stunt again, but you probably wouldn't be too happy with that particular outcome, and so Kazutora settled on dishing out death glares from across your dining table, all of which were easily ignored.
"Let's eat first, alright? Then we'll bring this discussion to my room. Not at the table."
The meal was completely silent, a far cry from the normally boisterous affair, with only the clang of silverware against porcelain plates and the quiet munching of food. The chill of the frozen stares being tossed about freely was felt in your bones even as the rays of sun flooded into your kitchen, bringing with it a skin-deep warmth that you appreciated.
Once the dishes were put away, and you had led your unnaturally silent friends up the stairs and back into your room, you got straight to business. The faster this was over, the faster you hoped your friends went back to normal. Maybe with the right intervention, you might be able to merge your two groups of friends into one, and everyone that you treasured could be friends too - after all, the more the merrier had always been your philosophy.
鈥淩ight, introductions. Furusawa, this is Mikey, Draken, Baji, Pah, Kazutora and Mitsuya, founders of the Tokyo Manji Gang.鈥
"Guys, this is Furusawa, Vice Captain of the Red Dragonflies and my former right hand man."
They blinked.
"Vice Captain of the Red Dragonflies?" Mitsuya repeated, his eyebrows slowly rising further and further up his forehead, the gears clearly turning in his head at your statement.
鈥淵our former right hand man?鈥 Draken repeated in that questioning tone, one eyebrow similarly creeping up, his arms folding almost instinctively. You knew that look and voice all too well - it was the one that he always gave you when you got in trouble after doing something stupid.
The implication that was carried with that almost casual introduction was not lost on the Toman boys.
"Left the delinquent life behind eh boss?鈥 Furu commented lightly, but the lack of change of expressions hid his inner turmoil, as he accessed the 6 boys you now called your friends. When you had mentioned forging your own path in life two years ago, this was the last place he expected to find you in. If what you wanted was to hang out with a gang, why not them? They were your gang - your original gang.
Laughing nervously, your gaze slowly slipped away from your friends as you tried to find anything else to look at, your hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. Shit - you knew this wasn鈥檛 going to go down well, not when you couldn鈥檛 solve it with your cooking alone. And now your past that you had tried so hard to hide, to separate from the life you were living now was all but bared. It wasn鈥檛 that you were ashamed of your past, far from it; it had been one of the best years of your life when you had just been able to let loose and explore, to experience freedom without a care in the world and breathe the fresh, cold breeze that stung your face from the back of a motorbike.
But you had promised yourself that you would try something different, to try and find yourself, and you found what you had been looking for that fateful afternoon when you had met Mikey and Baji. The opportunity to start over again, to be free of the shackles of responsibilities, was a relief; even if it did mean a world of hurt and pain as you struggled to adjust to life without those who had been by your side, supporting you in their own way all those years together. And when it became obvious that your Toman friends didn鈥檛 like to share, that your attention and love was something that they priced above all else, you strived even harder to keep your two lives separate; the last thing you wanted to witness was a fight to break out among people you treasured, people you loved and still love.
Your string of inner musing and thoughts were broken when an impatient Mikey grabbed and squeezed your cheeks in a single hand, turning your head back to face and look him in the eyes, the resignation clear under his blank expression. He already knew what you were going to say, but he just wanted to hear it from you.
鈥淛ust say it.鈥
鈥淚t's nothing much honestly. I used to run the Red Dragonflies." You managed to get out from between squeezed cheeks, and Furu watched from his spot as your gaze fell away again from Mikey's when he let go of your cheeks, before quickly glancing up nervously to gauge the reactions from the rest. That was the you they knew too behind closed doors; the nervousness at giving news that you thought would upset your friends, the anxiety of waiting for the backlash you always somehow expected but which never came. You were still the same you, no matter how hard you tried to change.
"But I鈥檝e been retired for 2 years now.鈥 You hastily added upon being confronted with slack jaws and looks of disbelief.
鈥淣othing much indeed, just the previous boss of one of the biggest gangs in all of Tokyo.鈥 Draken muttered, before letting out a sign, running one hand atop his hair. You would never lie to them, and now that those words had passed through your lips, they knew for a fact that it was true. What you had been hiding from them in your past was what they had feared the most yet never expected - another gang, one built upon deep friendships like Toman. One that you used to lead too.
Even worse, the thought descending on them like the sole of a heavy boot onto a light bulb, you weren鈥檛 the innocent, kind, naive friend they had always assumed you to be. No - that wasn鈥檛 true. It wasn鈥檛 you, it couldn鈥檛 be you who willingly dipped yourself into their harsh, dark world.
"So? Why's he here?" Mitsuya cocked his head at Furusawa, who was comfortably seated on the floor below your windows as before, on the opposing side of the small coffee table, his mug of coffee still steaming.
"Or at least I have been retired up till now." This was the point of no return, where you knew, deep in your gut, it was going to get nasty, no matter how hard you hoped. "I might have to take back the reins."
Silence was all you received as an answer, the previous revelation seemingly having broken your friends, and so you decided to push your luck a little more. "I'll be gone a week. Tops."
It wasn鈥檛 you. It must have been them, and this all but proved their point. Your so-called friends that dragged you down with them, that tainted you with blood on your hands, that wanted to drag you back into the darkness, where you couldn鈥檛 illuminate their lives with your love and kindness.
"No." And as expected came the denial from Mikey, his eyebrows pinching together, a slight shadow cast over his eyes from the noon sun high in the sky. The breeze that blew through completely open windows at least served to carry some of the heat out of your room, though you could still feel the humidity slowly building even with your fan going at full blast.
鈥淢ikey." Tugging the reluctant boy into your lap, you let slip an indulgent smile, just barely able to bite back the chuckle as you ran your fingers gently through his blond locks in the way only you could. 鈥淚t's just a week. I'll even make taiyaki for you, one for everyday.鈥
But even with your offer of hand making his favourite snack, an offer rare enough that in any other situation would be sufficient to get the boy to cave like a piece of wet paper, Mikey didn鈥檛 budge, instead choosing to turn to face away from you. Crossing his arms, he pouted, visibly puffing up his cheeks. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to talk to you anymore.鈥
One by one, all of them started following suit, pouting and turning away, a quiet protest of your decision. You didn鈥檛 know it, but the jealousy raged strong in their chest, and if they had looked at you any longer, you would have seen it in their eyes. Not only did you have an old gang, one that you had run with longer than with them, you were now even contemplating betraying Toman for them. Why did you have to go back to your old friends? You left them behind for a reason, and they deserved to stay in your past. It mattered not the reason - you had them and Toman now after all.
"Come on guys. All of you?" You tutted gently.
"We don't want you to go." Baji mumbled, reaching out to clench your shirt in his fist even as he refused to look you in the eyes. "We're your friends right?"
His wavering voice was all that was needed to tug at your heartstrings; their sadness and anxiety at the thought of not having you there everyday enough to be a negotiation tool with you. "Okay, okay. How does 5 days sound?"
"3 days and 2 taiyakis everyday for a week." Just from Mikey鈥檚 tone alone, you knew that this was the compromise - they wouldn鈥檛 be budging any further on the amount of time that you would be allowed to spend away from them.
You caved instantly, just happy to have gotten a favourable response - you always did in the end. Letting out a chuckle that all but expressed your relief, the others, hearing the agreement that Mikey had come to, were quick to turn back to face you, clutching at your clothes and arms and pestering you about them and their favourite snack.
The Red Dragonflies weren鈥檛, and will never be, Toman's friends. They certainly weren鈥檛 your friends. And even if you couldn鈥檛 see it now, your past blinding you of the truth, then your real friends would have to make you open your eyes.
And that was that - with the agreement between you and your friends shook on and settled, order was restored to your life, or so you thought. Oh how wrong you were.
But where you couldn鈥檛 see, churning behind the scenes, feelings of utmost jealousy and anger were bubbling and boiling under the surface on both sides - resentful of having to split your time and attention between who they saw as rivals and leeches. And it didn鈥檛 take long for all this to come to head, with just a single day of peace.
鈥淪he鈥檚 coming with me.鈥 The morning sun was already high in the horizon, yet here you still were, right at the doorstep of your house, currently the rope in a tug of war that you wanted no part of, stuck between two now apparently warring groups of friends. Kazutora had arrived early as he always had - very early in fact, while the night still reigned the sky when he pulled into your garage - and certainly early enough to find his way into your room for a quick cuddle, and then troop down to the kitchen for breakfast together with you after you had freshened up, all but draped over you. But it wasn鈥檛 an empty kitchen that the two of you found, and it was a nasty surprise to Kazutora when you greeted Jun, as if he had always been there, as if you were expecting him, with a tired smile and offered him breakfast as well.
Food was enough of a compromise between your two friends, but tempers flared quickly when you tried to make your way to school.
鈥淗uh? Who the fuck are you? Boss comes with me!鈥
It was the second morning since that fateful, unscheduled meeting, and having just come to what you thought was a truce between Mikey and the rest, and your Red Dragonflies friends the previous day, it also marked the second consecutive clash that you have had to deal with. And another five days until your formal meeting with Kawato, which Hase had confirmed via text message just an hour before.
You sighed. 鈥淜azutora, Jun. It鈥檚 fine. I鈥檒l just walk to school, okay?鈥
鈥淣o!鈥 "No!"
Their combined answers were loud enough to echo slightly in your otherwise quiet neighbour, and you winced slightly at the volume on your still tender ears. The breeze picked up slightly as the morning sun steadily made its way further into the sky, casting your shadow long against the pavement, even as both Jun and Kazutora seemed to drop their hold on your arms to physically butt heads, snarling like dogs off their leash. How they even had so much energy at this time of day was a thought that you could keep to yourself, as you blew out the breath you had been holding, your now freed hands retrieving your breakfast from your pocket.
Slipping your sandwich out from its paper bag, you almost jumped out of your skin when the bag was all but snatched from your fingertips on its journey towards your pocket.
鈥淔uru!鈥 That immediately caught the attention of your two buddies, and they instantly turned their anger on the intruder, releasing what had been hands wrapped around each other's collars, a spark away from escalating into a full-on fight. 鈥淲hat鈥檙e you doing here?鈥
鈥淔urusawa you fucker! You know it's my turn today!鈥
鈥淪he鈥檚 coming with me! That鈥檚 it!鈥
And for the second time in the same week, you realized, watching the sun creep higher and higher as your watch ticked merrily on, that there was no way that you would be attending school.
Yet another sigh before you came to the conclusion that this was going nowhere, instead opting to turn around and head back inside your house. At least if they wanted to fight, they could do so without pissing off the rest of your generally mild-mannered neighbourhood. Quickly followed by Furusawa, who had already stepped ahead to open your front door for you, both Jun and Kazutora jumped to trail after you, but stopped to butt heads again right at the doorway of your house when they bumped shoulders, drawing annoyed stares from your neighbour with the new string of curses and swears exchanged. This went on, escalating in volume until you finally stepped back out to gently tug both of them through, returning sheepish looks and bows of your head in apology before closing your front door behind you.
As the days wore on, so did the struggle for your attention. It seemed no matter what time of day, there were always at least two in orbit around you, unwilling to let you forget that the other existed. Tugging, cuddling, pouting, even straight-up crying, no tactic was too shameful or too outrageous to win even a second more of your love, or more importantly, deny the other of it. And you knew. You knew what was happening, but yet you were helpless, your hands bound by your heart, unable to pick sides between two groups that you loved equally.
What were you going to do now?
Yet even while you contemplated this question, turning it round and round in your head over late night cups of tea by yourself in a dark and otherwise empty house, your friends were hard at work. In secret meetings that you weren鈥檛 privy to, in the shadow of the Musashi Temple, it was with a growing sense of horror, as a clearer picture of your past was painted with every passing day, that your old friends had been an almost strange reflection of their group. And with that, came the realization that you had willingly up and left your old gang behind. You had severed ties with a group that you loved with all your being, and that all but told them that the same fate might be awaiting the Toman founders somewhere down the line. Would you also try and leave them eventually? Were you going to cut all ties and move on without them? How would they live and breathe without you there?
And the answer came to them one moonless night, the stars bright above their head, twinkling down at them from their perch high in the sky. They just wouldn鈥檛 let you. They had to make sure that you would never leave them like you did the others - that you would not be able to live without your real friends by your side, just as they couldn鈥檛 live without you by their side.
Time continued to tick on, and when the clock finally ticked down to the dreaded meeting, you found yourself, as you had many times before, in the otherwise nondescript back alleyway with Furu by your side, just a stone鈥檚 throw away from where your old street was. The Red Dragonflies鈥 base stood tall and proud where it had always stood, the large signboard emblazoned with the logo you and Furusawa had painstakingly designed and then painted still hanging above the entrance. The usual negotiation table where the gang always held mediation meetings was located on the fourth floor of the surprisingly empty base; you supposed that Kawato had ordered everyone out in order to keep your presence there under wraps - there was no doubt that there would be a riot should it be known you were contemplating coming back into the fold.
The air conditioning went on strong, the light whistle as the cold air was blown through the vents the only sound to break the silence. You still recalled the nightmare it was having to coordinate the construction of this particular meeting room out of the steel pillars and half-built walls that this shell of a building had been - this, after all, had to be somewhere fit to receive the heads of gangs, yet homely enough that they were be inclined to come to agreements.
There was barely a scuffle of footsteps as Kawato walked in, the plush carpets muffling the sound of any walking across. You hoped that it was as well-maintained as the day you had left it, the slight scuffles by the table leg saying otherwise, though the rest of the room remained exactly as you had remembered. The large painting of the dancing cranes that dominated the center of the room, the short wooden coffee table that was a larger copy of the one you had in your room; it all screamed of your hand in its design.
When everyone had settled where they were supposed to be, and the customary cups of tea had been served, you were flanked with Furusawa directly on your right, and your four Wings behind you, with Kawato鈥檚 formation a mirror of yours, save the lack of a Vice Captain.
"Kawato-san." Reaching out to take the offer hand, you grasped the other man's hand from across the low wooden table, returning his crushing grip with a suitably firm grip of your own. "I think this would be my first time meeting you."
"Never thought I'd have the chance to meet the legendary Red Dragonflies founder." He smirked, though it soon fell when you failed to even flinch at the strength of his handshake - this was nothing new to you, after all. "You're a lot smaller than I imagined."
"So I heard." You let slip a tired smile, leaning back into your chair even as you waved down your team; his remark was nothing more than an tactless attempt at friendly batter. But the mood quickly shifted as you and Kawato got down to business.
鈥淪o, what do you want?鈥
鈥淭here鈥檚 a lot of rumours flying about the way the Red Dragonflies gang is being run, Kawato-san.鈥 Taking a light sip of the still hot tea, the simmering anger in your eyes was clear over the rim of the cup, yet the other seemed not to notice. 鈥淣othing good unfortunately. So I should be the one asking you: what do you want out of the Red Dragonflies?鈥
A scoff, the rumbling of air conditioning doing a good job of filling quiet moments as Kawato paused, hopefully in thought, before answering. 鈥淧ower, I suppose. The Reds hold a lot of sway not only in Tokyo, but the Kanto region.鈥
A slight cling as you replaced your teacup on its little dish, and Furusawa briefly stepped forward to pour you another. 鈥淪o why did you drive Shoji out? You could have learnt from him.鈥
鈥淪pineless and soft, like you. He doesn鈥檛 have what it takes to run a real gang.鈥
You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. No matter the depths of your patience, your annoyance at the sheer lack of awareness of the man in front of you was starting to bubble to the surface. It wasn鈥檛 that he was evil or even anything close. Kawato was just another of the usual power-hungry, incompetent delinquent that came knocking at your door ever so frequently back when you were still the President.
鈥淎nd is there anything within my current ability that I can do to get you to step down for your own accord?鈥
鈥淯nfortunately not.鈥
鈥淭hen take this as a declaration of war.鈥 Your voice firm even as you relax into the back of the hard chair. It was clear that negotiations were going nowhere, and though you had sworn to Mikey and the other boys that you would try your best to avoid getting your hands dirty, where words failed, it was time for action. "2 days from now, Friday, 10pm, at the abandoned pier."
鈥淵ou and what men?鈥
All he got in response was a casually toss of the Red Dragonflies鈥 emblem, one that you didn鈥檛 recognise, from Furusawa onto the small wooden coffee table, the little metal ornament bouncing once and landing with a clatter. 鈥淚 resign.鈥
The vein in Kawato鈥檚 forehead, which had previously swelled when Furu remained by your side, almost popped, much to your amusement, but you reigned your emotions in, something that came almost naturally to you after 4 years of experience mediating and negotiating, opting to keep your voice as neutral and your face as straight as possible. 鈥淢e and Furusawa.鈥
鈥淎gainst the strength of 700?鈥 His voice strained under the pretense of remaining as calm as you did, but it was clear as day to anyone with eyes or ears that the Third Generation President was at his limits.
But it was your gentle chuckle that all but diffused the tension, Kawato visibly relaxing, slumping back into his chair and downing his cup of tea as you waved down the proposition with a friendly smile. It wasn鈥檛 that you were worried about the number of men. 鈥淚t's just the two of us. Plus I鈥檇 rather not involve men that I know personally, if you don't mind. Let's go with you and the men you brought with you versus me and Furusawa."
Gesturing lightly at the four captains standing behind you, you continued in that same light tone. "I'll even let you have the Four Wings in this fight."
鈥淏oss! I鈥︹ Jun started, but quickly bit back his words when you raised a hand, even when he had to stuff both hands into his pockets to hide his shaking, clenched fists. This wasn't something you would negotiate on.
鈥淎nd what do I get when I win?鈥
鈥淗ow does permanent disbarment and disassociation, as well as a public announcement of loss of leadership?" You found that the chance of public disgrace of the opponent never failed to bring parties to an agreement when negotiating a fight, and it seemed that theory held true even here.
"Very well. Name your terms."
"Fists and blunts only. And have the Tokyo Manji Gang officiate the fight."
"That tiny Shibuya gang? Sure, whatever." Scoffing, Kawato stretched out his hand for a shake."I'll have the rest of the Reds there as spectators."
"Agreed." You took his hand in another firm shake. But when you got up to leave, your empty cup left delicately on the wooden table, despite having all but ordered your Four Wings to your opponent鈥檚 side, they still turned to troop out after you, leaving Kawato and his men sitting alone at the table in the freezing air.
Outside, in the shade of your old hideout that sheltered you from the scorching heat of the afternoon sun, sitted on a low metal rail, you listened patiently, soothingly running your fingers over Jun鈥檚 bleeding palm and swinging your legs as your captains ranted and raved at the thought of having to lift a hand against you. You, their beloved Boss, their closest friend. The one they gave their lives to, that they swore to protect at all costs. But when you again raised one small, delicate hand, the alley fell silent. Waiting, listening. "Kawato would have never accepted the fight if he didn鈥檛 think he had the advantage."
鈥淭hen we should have just beat the fuck out of him anyway!鈥
鈥淚 agree with Jun, Boss. There must be a better way to do this. We don't want to fight you."
You understood. You really did - the last thing you wanted was to have to fight friends. Yet, with power comes responsibility, and your Four Wings still stood at the head of the Red Dragonflies, the respect they commanded having been earned through blood and sweat. And for the greater good of the gang, it was a sacrifice that you had to choose to make, to choose to put them through. 鈥淚 expect you to give your best for the gang. End of the day, you鈥檙e still a Red Dragonfly, and at the moment, so is Kawato. Understood?鈥
Reluctant nods were had all around, and Jun turned away from you as you stood, gently dusting off the back of your skirt.
鈥淚鈥檒l catch you around later, Hase, Jun, Masa, Koji. Take care, alright?鈥
Your back retreating into the distance, disappearing beyond the curve of the horizon was the last thing that any of them wanted to see again. The sting of their past failure was too deeply buried, and the pain of having to stand aside and knowing that all they could do was watch as you left their lives still resonated two years on, even when they knew that you would soon be back by their side, back to light this dark world of theirs once again. This time it would be different, they swore to themselves in the deepest recesses of their hearts and minds. This time, they wouldn鈥檛 let you go so easily.
Furu accompanied you up to the steps of your house, and looked almost exactly like a kicked dog when you firmly told him that no, he couldn鈥檛 follow you upstairs. You waved him off into the pink sky of the cool evening, watching him retreat for a bit before finally closing the door behind you, steeling yourself for the upcoming conversation. The news you bore wasn鈥檛 the best, and you rather not have another standoff, or even worse, a fight break out in your house, where Furu was sure to receive most of the blame. Your six friends had already been anticipating your return for a while, signs of their anxious pacing round that small coffee table and up and down your dimly lit hallway too obvious to your trained eye. One quick sweep of their eyes told you that you made the right decision in sending Furu away, your friends鈥 eyes burning with worry; if they had to get angry, it was your failure after all, and you would take full responsibility.
You relayed what had been said as best as you could, letting them tug and pull and cuddle into you as you laid the bad news on them as gently as you could. And as expected, news of your upcoming fight doesn鈥檛 go down well at all. Even though you reassured them that you did really try your best in negotiations, and failing that, had at least fulfilled your promise of getting Toman as the match officiator, news of you having to not only having to risk getting your delicate, fragile self injured and bloody your hands against your so-called friends doesn't go down well. Worse still, was you fighting alongside someone they saw as a rival.
鈥淵ou should have rejected the terms outright!鈥 Kazutora slammed both hands into your coffee table, and the wood groaned under the impact. 鈥淲hat were those meatheads even doing there?鈥
鈥淪ounds like you were deliberately sabotaged during negotiations.鈥 Came Mitsuya鈥檚 leveled voice, although the slightest quaver in his tone told you that he was trying desperately to reign in his anger.
The outside air was still and hot even with the sun almost at the end of its day鈥檚 journey through the sky, yet your room somehow remained cool, even with the number of people crammed inside, with just the help of your faithful fan going at full speed in one corner.
"What does losing the fight mean?" Mikey questioned from where he was huddled, having cocooned your sheets around him.
"Disbarment is being kicked from the gang, and the stripping of your uniform. Disassociation is as good as exile; the Red Dragonflies won't have anything to do with you. No mediation, no officiating, not even fighting. You no longer exist in the eyes of the gang."
A moment of silence.
"And that's a bad thing?" Pah-chin questioned, his thoughts out of his mouth before he realized, inevitably saying out loud what everyone else was pondering.
But there was no backlash from you, never from you, even with the implications that came loaded with that question.
"I suppose it isn't too big a loss for me or Kawato.鈥 Humming a short tune as you ran one hand through Baji鈥檚 hair as he snuggled into your lap, the day's event probably too overwhelming for him, the other wrapped neatly around Mitsuya's shoulders, the boy tugging your arm more firmly around him every so often.
鈥淜awato will still have his connections, and for me," Untangling your fingers from Baji's soft locks, you reached over to ruffle Pah's hair. "I have you guys, don't I?"
"But don't worry, I'll try my best."
It was all but obvious to your six friends that the Red Dragonflies weren't your friends - real friends wouldn't make you taint your hands with the blood of others. Real friends would step up to shelter your eyes from ugly truths, to protect your innocent light from the harsh realities of their dark, delinquent world. The Red Dragonflies were enemies, your enemies, and as with anyone that crossed you, they would be crushed under heel. Your six friends would just have to open your eyes first.
And time ticked on.
鈥淭hanks for the ride, Chifuyu-kun.鈥 The night air was still, yet from beyond the mountain of metal containers, the undeniable sound of voices and the buzzing of a crowd drifted over, loud and clear, even with the rev of more motorbike arriving behind them. "Dunno how I would've gotten here otherwise. Where are we anyway?"
"Shinagawa's abandoned container terminal." Parking and locking his motorbike besides Baji's, Chifuyu signalled for Takemitchi to follow him, tucking both hands into his pockets as the duo made their way towards the flood of lights and noise that stood out from the otherwise quiet area. And from the moment they turned the corner, the first sight of a sea of red that flooded every inch of the enormous terminal, save a large circle in the centre, was a spectacle to behold.
"Woah, that's a lot of people!" Takemitchi gaped openly, head swirling left and right even as his loud exclamation drew curious eyes from the nearby men in red, although most of them seemed thankfully content just to watch someone who was obviously new to the delinquent world. Having received a summons from Draken to turn up at this unknown location two nights before with no further information, Toman鈥檚 newest recruit was struck with just the sheer number of people that had congregated, seemingly all under the same banner.
"Red Dragonflies. One of the largest gangs in Tokyo, Shinagawa's their turf." Chifuyu's gaze calmly swept the men they passed by as they weaved through the crowd. "Last I heard, about 500 strong."
"500?!" A sudden thought seemed to strike the other, his footsteps dying away as he slowly came to a halt. "Toman's not鈥 fighting them, right?"
"No, we're officiating." That instant sigh of relief took him everything he needed to know, and Takemitchi quickly caught up, having almost lost sight of Chifuyu in the crowd. "Heard that it鈥檚 an internal scuffle today, most of the men here are spectators. Besides, the Reds are strictly neutral."
Squeezing between a seemingly endless number of red jackets, and bumping into the occasional black one mulling about in the crowd, the duo finally made it to the front, popping out at the base of a tower of containers, one high enough to throw a long shadow over the empty arena. "But, why Toman?"
"Not too sure myself.鈥 The vice captain admitted, as he shaded his eyes from the harsh glare of the overhanging spotlights, though there wasn鈥檛 much he could do for the heat. 鈥淏aji-san didn't say either, just told me to turn up for crowd control."
Mikey sat atop the beaten, abandoned shipping container, looking comfortable with one leg propped up and head resting on one closed fist. The rest of the Toman captains were scattered across the pier, with most opting for higher vantage points to more clearly watch the fight, though the first division vice captain did think that he spotted Baji lounging at the base of what seemed like a crane. It was hard to tell though, with the sheer number of men in the usually quiet pier, the hustle and bustle resounding clearly on empty containers and rusty steel pillars as they huddled and gossiped.
But of course, as with any event that had the potential to tip the fragile balance of power, with the internal strife of one of the largest gangs in Tokyo came its own spectators, those interested, or maybe invested, in the outcome. "Haitani brothers from Roppongi." Chifuyu mumbled, cocking his head in the direction of two boys sitting atop a rusting forklift. 鈥淟eanman. Ikebukuro Criminal Black Members. All of Tokyo鈥檚 big shots are here too.鈥
鈥淎re the Red Dragonflies important?鈥
鈥淰ery much so. They keep order in Tokyo between all the various different gangs, either through mediating or officiating. But they have the strength to back that neutrality up, so don鈥檛 cross them.鈥
The occasional crashing of waves against the edge of the terminal, a stone鈥檚 throw away from where the crowd was, breaking up the mutters of the smaller groups of men, though Takemitchi could still catch the stray phrase that floated over in the light breeze.
"The Four Wings鈥"
"They're all here?"
鈥- who are they fighting?鈥
"Dunno either, was just called out to watch."
鈥淲ho are those?鈥 Now exceedingly aware of his place in this match, Takemitchi鈥檚 lowered voice came whispered from behind him, bearing just the slightest hint of nervousness as he glanced at the four men that had made their way into the arena, at the head of a seemingly different crowd of men. Were these the opposing group? The one that caused the internal strife?
鈥淩ed Dragonflies鈥 captains, or Wings." Came Chifuyu's levelled response with not even a glance backwards. "From left to right, 1st through 4th. They're all from the founding generation, and monsters in their own right.鈥
But the mutters quickly turned to Toman. "Is that the Tokyo Manji Gang?鈥
鈥淚nvincible Mikey?"
But the roar of a motorbike approaching the arena was enough to quiet the crowd, turning heads as the men parted to let it through. To those in red, it was the familiar roar of their Vice Captain鈥檚 motorbike, though the cacophony of noise quickly started back up. And then you, freeing yourself from your motorbike helmet, appeared in sight, having hopped out from where you had been hidden behind Furusawa鈥檚 huge figure as soon as he came to a stop.
"Sorry we're late, my club ran overtime."
Mutters and mumbles of 'Boss' begin to churn among the spectator crowd, with many of those in crimson jackets looking, and then looking again, their faces visibly brightening as you swept into the pier, the strong sea breeze tossing your hair back, flooding the area with a scent of salt and rust. Even though you weren't clad in your signature jacket and long skirt as you had been when you ran the gang, the sight of you in red was enough for many who had been there from the start, and loud cheers rang like church bells across the pier. You were back.
But Takemitchi barely caught Chifuyu's string of curses muttered above the woops and hearty laughter, the shadow now cast over his eyes hiding the fear that enveloped the vice captain. Takemitchi didn't know you, of course, having just joined Toman, but Chifuyu did, having bumped into you once accidentally when you were out for a walk with Draken. He was lucky to have made it out of that encounter untouched, with your quick intervention, and the only thing he learned was that nothing ever turned out good with you involved.
Accepting the offering from Furusawa, you turned back to face the crowd of men, your weapon of choice, a familiar one that brought up painful memories, now lightly held in one hand, the other extending the familiar metal baton to its full length.
"I hope you don't hold back just because it's me." Your ever tired gaze coming to rest on each and every one of your four captains as Kawato鈥檚 men behind them all but faded into a single unanimous blob. You knew they weren't leading this fight as they always had previously, no, Kawato would have never allowed it; he had his own hand picked captains after all. But for the future of the Red Dragonflies, putting their best foot forward was what they must do.
"Hey, hey, hey." Concern clearly written on his shadowed face, a man, one of the new division captains you supposed, strolled across to peer down at you, one hand in his pocket, the other resting on his bat. 鈥淲e fighting girls now -鈥
Furusawa had stepped in front of him before he could finish his sentence, and with a sickening crunch as one of the new division captains was sent flying from a fist straight to his chest, it was like an unheard bell had gone off, the rest of Kawato's men rushing you and Furusawa.
But even from the first moves, it was clear that you and Furusawa weren't the underdogs in the fight.
A graceful ballet of beast and insect, was all that passed through Takemitchi鈥檚 head, as scores of men were decimated in an instant. Always in the right place and at the right time, a rhythm to a dance that only the two of you seemed to know - Furusawa dealing out punishing blows that sent men flying, yet stepping in to take and deflect attacks aimed at you, while you dodged beneath his flying fists and kicks to deal your own devetasting jabs that left others rolling on the ground, what seemed like excruciating pain painted on their faces as they went down.
And it seemed that the stunned look on his face was obvious enough for one of the Reds to take pity on him, as he struggled to follow the fight.
鈥淚t's a common saying in the gang that Vice Captain Furusawa has only two brain cells," the man cringed as the all too-familiar sound of bone cracking rang above the cries of pain, Furusawa barely pausing in his rain of fists and kicks save to step over the downed man. "One for him and the other to share with the boss."
But from just watching the way he fought, it was already clear to any of the Toman founders that that saying was a lie - a ruse maybe, to get opponents to lower their guard. Because it was clear that Furusawa was always one step ahead, uncannily predicting the next moves of not just you, but everyone else around him, being able to position himself just right to catch and deflect blows and punish aggressors with devastating accuracy. Not predicting, no - calculating.
Each step taken, each muscle flexed, the glint of the opponent's eye, nothing was missed by Furu's eyes as he all but decimated their ranks with his fist and feet alone.
But it was you who were truly the star of the show. To an experienced eye, it wasn't you who had to keep up with Furusawa, far from it. The sun orbiting the Earth, the bull dancing around the dragonfly, your Vice Captain had always been following your lead, right from the start. You were light, graceful even, next to the absolute beast that was Furusawa, yet still deadly in your own right. Weaving, ducking, twisting, your Toman friends held their breaths as you darted beneath their attacks and beside Furusawa, barely catching the subtle shifting and sidestepping while you nimbly jabbed and whipped and bashed your metal baton into the opposing men, never an arm鈥檚 length away from your other Eye.
Pressure points, came the answer to your friends, as their eyes followed you across the field, putting men left and right out of action with precision, aiming to cripple them with pain before your right hand man blew them straight off their feet.
Yin and Yang.
And to your six friends watching with bated breaths and a growing sense of anger, it screamed experience. You were seasoned fighting alongside Furusawa. You were seasoned in fighting. This wasn鈥檛 your first match, far from it. How many times had they made you taint your hands? How many times have you been dragged into this filthy underworld? This was unacceptable.
Most of the 200 men were down and out within a good 10 minutes or so. But it was also then when your attack was repelled for the first time, the tip of your metal baton digging into the flat side of Masashi's cricket bat instead of into flash, and you twisted to the side right in time to miss the quick swing that followed, the surprise all too evident on your face as your Four Wings sprung into action.
"You play cricket now Masa?"
"Nah." Came his bored reply, even as he took another swipe at you, the tip of his bat grazing the sleeve of your shirt, before you had to dodge again to the left, barely missing Koji鈥檚 cane that came at you from above, the whistling of wind and the small dent in the steel floor an indication of the strength behind the swing. But far from angering you, it only made you smile - you were glad to see that they weren鈥檛 holding back as you had requested. "Too much effort. Jun says it's a good bat though."
"Fair enough." You chuckled, your baton point stopped yet again by his bat. Chancing a swing at Koji, his white cane stopped your baton before it could pick up enough speed, and you were forced to hop back a few paces to put you out of range of both of them. And this left you exactly where they wanted - you didn't even have the time to whip around at the sound of Jun's heavy steps rushing you from behind.
But in that split second, right as his polished baseball bat, gleaming as it caught the light of the overhead floodlight, had begun its arch down towards you, the eyes of your spectators just barely registered the sidestep that brought Furusawa straight into its path. The sound of wood bashing against his shoulder resounded sharply across the lot, yet the man barely flinched, outstretched hand quickly reaching for his opponent's jacket, the other nimbly dodging the grab. Jun let out a low whistle, tapping his bat against his hand even as he rotated it side to side, looking for dents and scratches. "Should have brought my metal bat huh. You're still a fucking monster, Furusawa."
"That shit fucking hurts Jun."
There was no talk of what if the bat had hit you as intended - both knew that Furusawa would have never allowed it.
From his high perch, no one could see Mikey鈥檚 fist trembling as he all but forced himself to stay still and not move. As much as he wanted it to be, this wasn鈥檛 his fight to settle. No, but he swore that this would be your last.
A crack of his shoulder, and Furusawa blasted forward with inhuman speed, fist extended for a quick finish of the Second Wing. Yet before he could reach him, Hase had stepped between the duo, and all it took was a sweeping, graceful push that redirected Furusawa's fist away from Jun and into a nearby container. The bang of denting steel was enough to momentarily draw all attention away from you, and you lunged with your baton, aiming for the back of Koji鈥檚 neck, only to be once again stopped by Masashi.
鈥淔ucking hell Furusawa. What do you even eat?鈥 Came Hase鈥檚 mumble, sparing a quick glance where Furusawa鈥檚 fist had just been, the dent in the container large enough to have been mistaken for a different kind of accident.
All he got in response was Furu cracking his shoulders, shaking out his unmarked fingers. 鈥淪till doing your fucking tai chi bullshit huh Hase?鈥
Every swing that Jun dealt out was easily deflected or taken, and every punch delivered by Furusawa was gracefully redirected right , a deadly dance between three brilliant fighters. Yet the flashes of gold and blue against black and pink only served to draw the eyes of the spectators away from the equally breathtaking dance between you, Masashi and Koji.
Then a slip.
What the four Wings hadn鈥檛 realized was that you had been luring them closer and closer to Furusawa, having been previously separated as they had planned. One more quick sidestep to avoid Masa鈥檚 bat, and you were once again back to back with your right hand man and other Eye.
Slipping in front of Furu, the two blows from bat and cane aimed at you were instead caught by Furusawa's back and arm as he turned to catch both attacks, and you twisted to strike out at Hase, the point of your now fully extended baton catching him right in his liver. And when he doubled over, a follow-up punch from a now forward-facing Furusawa straight to his abdomen, and a sweeping kick to his side sent him flying, putting your First Wing out of commission.
Now free from Hase鈥檚 intervention, Furusawa took yet another bash to his shoulder from Masa鈥檚 cricket bat as you smashed the back your baton into the back of Koji's knees, and then his elbow in rapid succession, forcing your Third Wing to drop his cane right before he was blown away with a fist to his back. Yet you had no time to watch him collapse, spent on the ground, another down and out of the fight, finally turning your attention to the main event, trusting Furusawa to clean up.
With fewer and fewer opponents that could still stand, it was already obvious what the outcome of the fight would be, yet all your friends could do was watch as you advanced on the shaking Kawato, your baton gripped almost gently in one hand.
A fist thrown at you was easily dodged, and ducking quickly to bring yourself behind the man, you bashed the back of your baton into the back of his neck. In that instant, you knew he was as good as done - Kawato鈥檚 legs failed to move as he commanded, and like jelly, he crumpled to the ground with a cry.
But then before you could move to offer surrender, just as you were still contemplating if you should give him a good few bash-ins for running your previous gang into the ground, you let out a yawn, then another, and another. Your eyes slowly began to close of their own volition, even though you tried desperately to fight it, and you swayed on your feet as your eyelids finally shut fully, your hand letting go of your metal baton.
A clatter. Furu swung around, the bat bashing straight into his side barely an afterthought at the ring of metal. That was never a good sign - he really had to finish up quickly.
Masashi was out before he could even register another thought, the clatter of metal having distracted him, having been sent flying as Furusawa鈥檚 heavy boot smashed right through the wooden cricket bat and into his chest, before the Vice Captain turned on the last standing captain.
"Oh fu-"聽Was all Jun managed to get out as he realized the situation he was in, moments before Furusawa鈥檚 leg came crashing into his leg, sweeping Jun off his feet and leaving him airborne. And the impact of fist that came barreling into his open abdomen mere milliseconds later sent your Second Wing hurtling through the air, bouncing once as he crashed into the ground, joining the rest of the Wings out of action.
Your eyes were back open - half open, to be fair, and you dropped to sit atop Kawato's body.
Thwack. Crack. Thwack. One punch at a time, you brought your fist down repeatedly into Kawato鈥檚 face, again and again. Your punches were by no means heavy, barely what anyone would consider a solid bash to his face, yet you continued on anyway, your expression remaining flat even as your hand gave way first, fingers starting to bruise and bleed from the repeated impact against flesh and bone.
He caught your fist right as you were about to bring it down again, and almost robotically, your vacant gaze turned on him. 鈥淚 think that鈥檚 enough out of ya, Boss.鈥
A breeze, though hot and humid, finally broke the stillness of the air, a welcomed relief on the groaning men scattered and strewn across the pier. Helping you up from where you were kneeled over Kawato's barely conscious body, the gentle smile on your right-hand man's face looked almost unnatural - a far cry from the normal bloodlusting grin that his mouth was twisted into as he bundled you delicately into his arms, your head lolling to one side, empty gaze staring into the void as you were picked up.
The brutal kick, one much stronger than the one that had sent Masashi flying earlier, dealt out swiftly to Kawato's side following this was as unexpected, the man sent flying face first into a pillar with a sick crunch, ending with him sliding down into a now unconscious mess, blood splattered in a pretty spray across the wall and floor.
"See Boss? Job done." No response was expected, and no response was received.
Plopping down where he was, and under the still stunned gaze of your Toman friends and spectators alike, Furu gently settled you down in his lap, making sure you were securely seated before releasing one arm from your waist to fish around in his pocket.
"Autopilot boss out and about again huh?" Stretching and shaking out his limbs, Jun winced as he gently probed where he had caught Furusawa's fist straight, a prominent limp in his left leg that he supported with his baseball bat as he hobbled over.
"Surprised you can still walk." Was Furusawa's light response, as he switched to quickly pat down all his pockets, before letting out a string of colorful curses. He had forgotten to bring one again.
Jabbing a thumb behind him, Furusawa followed Jun鈥檚 fingers to the sight of Hase driving two fingers into several points in Koji's back, before helping him up into a sitting position, his white cane forced back onto his grip.
"Hase! You got an eye mask?"
"When do you ever?" Said man groaned, gingerly pulling one out from his breast pocket and tossing it precisely into Furusawa's lap, before lumbering over to where Masashi was still lying, back on the ground, eyes open yet seemingly having already given up on standing, or living for the matter.
Draken was the first to shake off the daze that all the spectators seemed to have been caught in together; it wasn't the sight of Kawato being flung into a wall, far from it - this crowd was more than used to violence and blood, and that scumbag deserved every last punch and kick he received today for forcing your hand. Rather, it was your dead gaze and expressionless face that seemed to have shook every last man still standing in the now silent arena. It was the first time that they saw your face devoid of life, devoid of the cheer and the tiredness and the fondness they have grown to love seeing on your face as you gladly accepted their never ending demands for your love and attention. No, this wasn鈥檛 you. But then who were you?
It seemed your old friends knew you better than they ever did. And that thought struck fear in your friends, that insecure part that reminded them again and again that you could just walk away from Toman, as you did the Red Dragonflies. The part that screamed as they thought of a possible future without you.
Slipping the black mask over your dull eyes had an instantaneous effect, your body going entirely limp, and for one heart stopping moment, your six friends thought the worst.
The intensity of the spotlights that hung in the distance only seemed to increase as the booming announcement of the winners from Draken seemed to shake the rest back into reality, and against the boisterous cheers and woops that rose from the red crowd, your Toman friends were by your side in an instant, surrounding both you and Furu.
鈥淲hat happened to her?鈥 Mitsuya demanded, being the first to reach with his ground-level position, dropping to his knees to carefully check over you, ever so gently lifting and gingerly running his fingers against your bloodied knuckles. Draken delicately lifted your eyemask, but a light snore and a scrunch of your nose as you tried to turn away from the light was all he received in response, and he couldn鈥檛 help but chuckle at your adorable sleeping face before setting the mask back down.
And a stone鈥檚 throw away, your four Wings had gathered around where Masa still lied flat on the ground.
"I don't understand where we went wrong. The plan should have worked." Jun gingerly scratched the back of his head, his nose twitching when his nails ran afoul of yet another bruise.
"You underestimated the combined strength of Boss and Furusawa. We're only ever sparred with them separately."
Hase seemed content with just ruffling his hair more in despair. He had known going in that this would end in a loss despite being an almost one-on-one match for Furusawa鈥檚 monstrous strength - none of the four Captains had a good counter for you and your deadly metal baton after all. Masa might have been able to master the cricket bat in a few days, but that was as far as Jun had planned for.
And Jun鈥檚 irritation was turned on the Vice Captain when he came lumbering over to check on them, flanked by your six Toman friends, carefully sitting down and joining the circle with you still cradled in his thick arms. "Boss and you pairing up was unfair from the start. It's only 200 men and us. Why didn't you hold back a bit?"
Furusawa blinked, his hand pausing mid comb through your hair. "But she said not to hold back?"
"You shithead! That was for us!" Jun hurled his beaten bat at Furusawa, who easily caught the flying projectile with one free hand, passing it back to him.
"Well how was I supposed to know?"
"Use your head for once maybe?" The Second Wing roughly poked the shoulder that he had earlier bashed his bat into, the incredulous look growing on his face when Furusawa gave no reaction. "Do you even have any bruises?"
"I'm gonna go to the hospital." Groaned Hase, swaying slightly as he stood back up, one hand supporting his neck.
"How bout you sit fucking still and I'll beat a brain into your thick fucking head, Furusawa?"
Everything was black. Even with your eyes open, it was black. Grogly, you made to lift what felt like cloth over your eyes, though your wandering hands were gently swatted away.
"Careful Boss, it's real bright out here." Came Furu鈥檚 voice, as he easily sat you back upright in what you instinctively knew was his lap, where you could lean against his chest as you took a moment to bring yourself back to reality and shake off the drowsiness.
Autopilot mode. It was the first time that any of the six boys had heard about this.
鈥淏oss always takes on too much, never wants to give us the work. But her body just keeps going even after she falls asleep, so she just continues to whatever she had been doing previously through sheer muscle memory alone.鈥 Sighing, Hase had one outstretched arm resting on a steel pillar, supporting him as his vision seemed to blur and sharpen at random. Seemed like he was still too hazy to walk.
"My warning is don't try it yourself. Furusawa's the only one so far to be able to get away with doing this to the Boss." Koji offered diplomatically, having gotten up earlier to shift to a more comfortable spot, where he now sat cross-legged, leaning against an abandoned forklift.
"She flattened all 4 of us Wings once before on autopilot. Think it was her homework assignment or something; still ended up writing some rubbish and then tucking herself straight into bed. Woke up without any memory of it too."
But all they heard was that your supposed friends, friends that were supposed to care for you and protect you from hardship, had overworked you to the point that you were forced to continue on even in your sleep. Real friends didn鈥檛 do that, and this only reiterated again what your six friends already knew.
"Kawato Ryo is hereby disbarred and disassociated from the Red Dragonflies. He is, as of now, no longer the leader of the Red Dragonflies, and I will be taking over his role as President." Came your announcement, loud and crystal clear, finally breaking the silence that had befallen that pier a good 10 minutes after the actual fight had ended as men, your men, waited patiently under the heat of the floodlights above.
As if the heavens heard you, a light rain started to fall, the pitter patter of small raindrops against hollow metal only serving to intensify the uproar that resounded for miles around, a short cool, welcomed relief on your panting skin right before an umbrella was opened above you, Furusawa grinning his signature bloodthirsty smile down at you even as he was steadily drenched. "Welcome back, Boss."
"Pack it up boys! Get these idiots to the hospital." Jun roared, waving his division into action as he hobbled best he could towards his motorbike.
And when you were once again swept off your feet into the warmth and safety of Furu鈥檚 arms, Hase now having taking over the duty of umbrella holder, your eyes fluttering close, this time, the snores against his chest was what told Furu that you were truly done for the day.
You barely shifted under your warm sheets when Mikey silently padded into your room the next morning, the slight rustle of a convenient store plastic bag filled with your favourite snacks the only thing that broke the quiet in your room. It was unusual that you slept in so late - you had always been an early riser, the cheerful grin the first thing your six friends see when they follow their noses into the kitchen. But it came as no surprise to find Furusawa already in his usual spot, seated below your window and facing your bedroom door, only pausing from scrolling on his phone to look up at the boy鈥檚 approach.
"She belongs to Toman." Came the casual proclamation, softly uttered as Mikey gently placed the bag onto your small coffee table, his eyes were as blank as bottomless abysses as he turned his gaze on your right hand man. 鈥淲e won't let her go as easily as you did. Try to take her away from us, and I'll kill you."
And for that, all Mikey earned was a snort from Furusawa, before he returned his attention back to his phone.
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Lady Dimitrescu X Maid! Reader
A/N:Ahh I apologize if this is OOC, I鈥檓 always afraid of making them that way when I write! But I tried to keep in mind all of Lady D鈥檚 quirks~
Btw I just wanna state that any mention of a 鈥渟maller/weaker body鈥 is in comparison to how literally GIGANTIC Lady D is. The reader in this scenario does not have a predetermined body type other than human. Unfortunately not all of us can adorn the grace and beauty of all of Lady Dimitrescu鈥檚 9 feet, therefore I left the reader as being a weak, sloppy lil human :0
TW: Blood/biting/ wounds mentioned, possessive behaviors, forceful behaviors, dubious kissing and touching
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鈥淣ow girls,鈥
The tall woman shook a finger in front of their faces, bending down slightly to reach their height.
鈥淏ehave.鈥
鈥淵es mother.鈥 They said harmonically. The girls鈥 voices were monotonous, but held a hint of mischief.
Your years as a maid for the Dimitrescu family gave more than enough experience to know that these girls were up to no good. No doubt you鈥檇 be in a world of hurt soon. Lady Dimitrescu stood back up, her cigarette flowing smoke near your face.
Despite your new role as a little 鈥榩laything鈥 for the three women, you still were given the dignity to wear your uniform. Well, what you assumed was for dignity was just a thrilling idea for the girls. A maid? All to themselves? To drink dry? It was a dream come true. How could they deny themselves of such a cute little helper, stuck in such a tight uniform, always being lower than the rest of them.
鈥淣ow, I leave them to you,鈥 Lady Dimitrescu said towards you in her sultry tone. 鈥滻f they get a bit rough, just indulge them. Entertain in whatever way you must. Understood?鈥
You felt yourself shake under her gaze; the woman never looked at you, usually only calling you over when necessary. But now, she stared down at you with a piercing gaze, almost scrutinizing you.
鈥淵es my lady.鈥
You bowed lightly, showing respect as she swayed towards the door.
鈥淚鈥檒l be back soon girls, don鈥檛 break this one as early as the last, alright?鈥
鈥淵es mother!鈥 The three girls giggled, whispering to one another as their guardian walked out.
Once Lady Alcina鈥檚 footsteps were too far away to hear, you felt the three girls鈥 eyes on you. Specifically Daniela鈥檚; something about the unwavering hunger in her face unnerved you. She licked her lips, eyeing you down.
鈥淣ow sisters, don鈥檛 you think it鈥檚 time we play?鈥 Daniela announced, pacing back and forth between her feet.
鈥淥h yes,鈥 Cassandra replied. 鈥淚 do think we should take hold of this opportunity mother has given us.鈥
Grabbing her sickle, Cassandra walked closer to you, her tall stature looking even more intimidating up close. All you were was a chambermaid; the most you came in contact with the masters of the house was to clean up their bedrooms and wash their clothes. So why was this happening to you?
It seemed the universe had no intentions of taking pity on you, as Bela and Daniela followed Cassandra.
鈥淚 get first cut, okay?鈥 Cassandra said with haste, licking her sharp teeth.
鈥淣o way, I found this one, you got to tear the other one apart last time.鈥 Bela argued.
While the two were busy glaring at one another, sickles at the ready, Daniela made her mark. Jumping atop you, she held your hands down, smiling devilishly from above.
鈥淢iss! What are you-鈥
鈥淨uiet now love,鈥 She interrupted your words, pressing hard into your legs as she pinned you down. 鈥淲e鈥檙e just going to take small bites now; it鈥檒l be enjoyable...for us.鈥
The woman giggled, the blood dried to her face making her look even more terrifying.
鈥淒aniela!鈥 One of the sisters behind you screamed, her pouting causing the other sisters to look towards her.
鈥淗ow dare you start without us; just for that, I鈥檓 going to get at least a leg.鈥
鈥淣ot if I get to it first.鈥 Daniela responded, biting into your shoulder. You yelled out in pain, feeling each tooth dig straight in. The agony of your flesh being torn, grew to be too much for you to handle. She bit straight through your clothes, fabric tearing with ease.
鈥淒amn thief.鈥 Cassandra muttered, ripping your hand out of Daniela鈥檚 grip. 鈥淎t least give me an arm.鈥
Opening your fighting fist, Cassandra dragged her sickle down your palm, bringing a rush of red and pain. As the burning sensation hit your shaking hand, Cassandra lifted the limb to her crouched position.
Her wet tongue gliding over the wound made you shiver, the grip being too strong for you to rip away from.
Bela got on her knees, ready to attack as well. She lifted her sickle back, ready to strike at your lower abdomen.
Before she could, the sound of a creaky door opening filled the silence. No longer was the slurping of your flesh or crackle of the fire ringing in your ears; no, it was the thunderous footsteps of Lady Alcina.
鈥淒aughters!鈥 Lady Dimitrescu entered the room, prying Cassandra off your hand. 鈥淲hat did I say!? Goodness I鈥檓 gone for a second and you can鈥檛 control yourselves.鈥
Daniela was pulled next, her teeth refusing to let go as she left deep tooth imprints on your shoulder. The girl whined, her arms reaching out to you again.
鈥淏ut motherrr,鈥 Daniela whined, stumbling back up on her feet. 鈥淲e just wanted a taste, that's all!鈥
鈥淣o, you must learn to control your desires. You are all ladies of the Dimitrescu household, you must learn to manage your hunger!鈥
鈥淲e weren鈥檛 really going to finish the maid off, just a little bite is all.鈥 Cassandra mumbled, gripping her sickle tight.
鈥淚 come back for a mere moment to wish you goodbye and this is what I come to.鈥 Lady Dimitrescu sighs, pacing around the room.
鈥淲ell, is the human dead?鈥
Bela looks over at you, procuring a response. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 believe so, mother. It鈥檚 chest is still moving. I didn鈥檛 even get a bite before these two did!鈥
Bela pointed at her sisters accusingly, sticking her tongue out at them as they made angry faces.
鈥淕irls,鈥 Lady Alcina said warningly. 鈥淚 told you this would be the last creature you get to play with. And you鈥檝e already broken the damn thing! It鈥檚 clear you need time to yourselves, without the temptation of a human.鈥
Walking over to you, Lady Dimitrescu peered downward, blowing smoke towards your face.
鈥淐an you walk, maid?鈥
You didn鈥檛 respond, still in shock of the events that occurred seconds ago.
Alcina sighs, taking your wrist upward. Her abundance of power compared to your limp body, made you rise with ease. Tumbling, you nearly hit the floor again. Lady Alcina caught you quickly, her hand firmly pressed against your stomach.
鈥淏e careful. I can鈥檛 have any more staff getting killed.鈥 She mumbled.
Walking out, you were dragged with her, one hand in hers as your other gripped the wounded shoulder.
鈥淢other! Please!鈥 The girls behind you pouted, throwing a fit. Daniela flopped on the floor, throwing her sickle to the ground. It was clear even though she got the most out of you, she was also the most disappointed.
Lady Dimitrescu didn鈥檛 respond, merely shutting the door to the bedroom after you walked out.
鈥淭hose girls..鈥 Alcina sighed. Continuing to grip your hand, she turned away from you. She adorned her wide-brimmed hat, indicating she was going to leave the castle. Well, that she was about to, before the events transpired.
鈥淐ome with me,鈥 She demanded, pulling your stumbling form towards her. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 have any more of you playthings running away.鈥
You bumped into her back by accident, feet tripping over one another.
鈥淎h Miss I鈥檓 sorry!鈥 You pulled yourself out of her hand, walking backwards from her. 鈥淧lease I- I鈥檒l take care of this myself, don鈥檛 worry.鈥 You bowed your head, still clutching your shoulder.
鈥淚 promise the rest of the staff won鈥檛 see a thing. I just need to clean up鈥︹ Your voice trails off as she lifts your chin with her finger.
鈥淲ho do you think is in charge here?鈥 Alcina demanded.
鈥淵ou miss-鈥
鈥淪o why are you pulling yourself away from me, Hm? Acting against my orders?鈥
You stutter, unable to form a sentence as her long, pale finger digs into your skin.
鈥淚 really didn鈥檛 mean to鈥︹
鈥淚f you know any better, you will do as I say.鈥 She said through gritted teeth, hazel eyes burning holes into your own.
Reluctantly, you replied with a short 鈥淵es, my Lady.鈥
This seemed to please her, as she looked away from you--gripping you by the cuff of your shirt. Despite your curiosity and fear eating away at you, you didn鈥檛 ask questions as to her plans for you.
Through the twist and turn of the halls, you recognized that she was leading you to the way of her bedroom.
Not long after the long halls, you found yourself in front of the infamous door. Her bedchambers were right behind it; a place you had never ventured. Sure, you were a chambermaid, but that was for every other room in the house besides hers. No one entered Lady Dimitrescu鈥檚 room.
You heard rumors from the other maids about the area; they said it was decorated with the spines of men who dared to reject her, and the eyes of pretty women she was envious of. They were terrifying rumors, things that made you shiver, and caused you to speed walk every time you had to pass by her room.
But now, a part of you couldn鈥檛 help but be eager to see if the rumors were true. Thankfully the pain in your arm and hand were beginning to dull as the blood dried. There was still a pulsing pain, but it was no where near as bad as when the girls鈥 had their teeth in you.
鈥淣ow, you are to never speak of this to anyone,鈥 Lady Alcina ordered, twisting a key into the lock. 鈥淚f you do, I won鈥檛 hesitate to let my girls do as they please.鈥
鈥淵es my Lady.鈥 Even though the threats were not a usual form of communication from a lady to a maid, you knew better than to speak out of line. She鈥檇 kill you faster if you did so.
Opening the door, the tall vampire woman allowed you to walk in first. Giving a short bow, you scampered in meekly.
The gigantic room was intimidating; the ceilings were so high, filled with intricate designs. A fireplace burned brightly in the room, allowing some sense of comfort and ease to you. Despite the lack of attention from the maids, the room looked quite clean.
鈥淪it.鈥 Lady Dimitrescu demanded, signaling to the end of her bed. Walking over to it, you patted the sheets beforehand. Dust flew into the air. The bed was beautifully made with embroidered patterns and gold lacing, but it seemed to be just for show.
It was clear no one had slept in that bed for years.
You watched Lady Alcina take off her hat leisurely. She moved around the room, digging in various drawers for something she seemed to be missing. Muttering under her breath, she finally found the item she was looking for. Pulling out a roll of bandages and a rag. A bowl of water was already waiting nearby on a desk across from you.
鈥淕rab that for me.鈥 She commanded. You scurried over to the bowl, trying to balance it between your hands. Your right palm was still cut, the stinging occurring every now and then. The weight and pressure of the bowl was agonizing; Your hand gave out. Thankfully, Alcina was there in time-- again.
Grunting in frustration, she grabbed the bowl before it crashed to the ground.
鈥淎re you unable to hold things or are you too dimwitted to handle it?!鈥 Her voice was only slightly raised, but it made you shiver ten times more than usual.
鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry miss--鈥
Grabbing the bowl from her hands, you lightly walked over to the bed, ignoring the stabbing you felt in your hand.
The vampriric woman sighed, strutting over to you. 鈥淪it.鈥 She commanded once more.
You did as she said, watching her kneel on the ground before you. Even though she was on her knees, the woman鈥檚 height was still taller than your own. With the bowl in your lap, she dipped the handcloth in.
鈥淭his may sting.鈥
Her voice was gentle, but firm, like a mothers鈥.
You watched and tried not to flinch as she grabbed your hand. Gripping the side of the porcelain bowl with your non-injured arm, it took everything in you not to let it go out of exhaustion.
Lady Dimitrescu flattened your palm, turning it towards her. Pressing the handcloth against your cut, you felt the warm water seep into each crack and crevice. It stung a bit, but not as much as holding the bowl.
Once the rag was tainted with too much blood, Alcina dipped the cloth back in. She repeated this method several times, not speaking a word to you. Her eyebrows furrowed with concentration.
鈥淭hank you miss but..鈥 You tried not to sound ungrateful, afraid for what she might assume from your words. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 understand why you鈥檙e helping me.鈥
The Lady didn鈥檛 respond immediately, thinking over the question.
You took her silence as annoyance, clenching onto the bowl harder.
鈥淏ecause I must clean up after my daughters; their mess is my mess.鈥 she said with dignity. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 prefer you鈥 weaklings as company, but I won鈥檛 let my entire staff get killed.鈥
You nodded in agreement, swirling a finger around in the warm water. Oh how you would kill for a bath at the moment.
鈥淭hank you..鈥 You whispered. The woman did not respond, but from the way her face softened, you could tell she heard. Finishing wrapping your palm, Alcina removed the bowl from your lap, onto the dusty, hard bed. You looked at your palm; it looked good as new now that all the blood was mopped up.
鈥淣ow, take off your blouse.鈥
You looked bewildered, immediately shielding your arms over your chest in defense. The woman stood up, putting a hand on her hip.
鈥淒on鈥檛 be vulgar,鈥 She sneered in disgust, looking down upon you. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 reach the blood on your shoulder with a uniform in the way.鈥
Hesitantly, you looked down at the destroyed spot. It was shredded; your uniform was reduced to slivers of black and white fabric, dampened with blood. Touching the spot, you winced; it was completely raw. You looked back up at the woman innocently, hoping she would just leave it alone.
鈥淩emove it. Now.鈥
You looked down, shaking. Unbuttoning the top buttons, you slid the shirt off your shoulder, leaving just enough of yourself exposed. Sitting on the bed, Alcina turned towards you.
鈥淭urn.鈥 She demanded. You did as she said, moving to face towards her so your shoulder was visible. The lady let out a sigh of disapproval while looking at the wound, shaking her head. Dipping in the cloth, you watched her slowly bring it up to your shoulder. She went at an unhurried pace, but the pressure was still painful.
You groaned unintentionally, feeling the pain sting. The warm water was nice, but it didn鈥檛 help hide the burning ache. Alcina continued to move slower; at first you assumed it was out of pity for you, but looking at her face you saw something much different.
She looked almost sickly captivated, eyes not daring to blink. Licking her lips, you saw her lipstick smudge just a bit. Her breath quivered, chest rapidly moving up and down.
Looking back at the wound, you noticed droplets of blood and water drip down your shoulder and chest.
鈥淚t鈥檚 exciting, isn鈥檛 it? Seeing blood.鈥 Voice deep, she spoke in an almost intoxicated tone.
鈥淪ometimes I just can鈥檛 help myself鈥︹ Alcina mumbled, releasing a low chuckle.
The woman gripped your face, turning it to the side. 鈥淪uch pretty flesh. I can see why my girls want to tear into it so.鈥
Her tongue darted out lightly, merely brushing at your cheek. The test of the waters wasn鈥檛 enough; The vampiric woman鈥檚 mouth assaulted you, licking your entire cheek. She let out a light moan of satisfaction, looking down at you. Her hand forced your face upwards to look at her.
鈥淥h dear鈥 I truly enjoy your fearful expressions.鈥
You couldn鈥檛 stop staring, from the blood on her cheek to her sadistic grin. Bending down, she lifted your head higher to expose your shoulder even more.
鈥淚 tried to contain myself when I saw all that blood, but it鈥檚 too hard to ignore now.鈥
She whispered against you, taking a light taste of the blood falling down your chest.
鈥淢-my lady鈥︹ You couldn鈥檛 deny that this was strange; the whole town was filled with a strange cast. Yet, nothing like this has ever happened to you.
鈥淛ust enjoy it dear.. You never know when you鈥檒l get to interact with someone so elegant and kind again.鈥
You quivered as the Lady brought your hand up to rest upon the back of her neck. She took several longing licks at your chest, each one getting closer to the wound.
Moving away, Lady Dimitrescu licked the side of her mouth, getting every inch of blood that was on her. Looking down at you, she smiled; you shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, refusing to look in her eyes.
鈥淢y dear鈥 I have a small favor in mind.鈥
This piqued your interest; perhaps you鈥檇 finally get to leave the room? Maybe run away in time without getting caught?
鈥淵es, Miss?鈥
The woman continued to dab at your shoulder with the wet cloth, staring at your wound.
鈥淭he girls have already made quite a few tears on you; you don鈥檛 mind if I make a few more do you?鈥
The Lady moved to look at you, her hand stopping from cleaning the mess. Your blood ran cold; another torture session? From another vampire? You didn鈥檛 know if you could handle this job anymore.
鈥淯h, my Lady, that鈥檚--鈥
鈥淎h, good. I knew you wouldn鈥檛 mind. Afterall, what are you to do if you don鈥檛 comply?鈥 She feigned a remorseful tone. 鈥淲e鈥檒l have no choice but to throw you to the cold if you can鈥檛 do with our requests.鈥
The woman laughed lightly, grabbing the bandages once more. Beginning to wrap your arm, you could hardly focus on the pressure she was applying.
So, it was either: deal with getting nearly killed by her, or by the weather. You decided to take your chances with the tall woman; after all, there was at least a one percent chance you could survive.
鈥淵es...of course Miss.鈥
Alcina grinned widely at your hesitant response.
鈥淕ood.鈥
She wrapped your shoulder incredibly fast, tying the bandages to stay together. You felt your movement become a bit restricted, but it was better than bleeding out.
Lady Dimitrescu turned behind her, grabbing something you tried to peer over to see. Turning back around, you saw a small silver cutting knife in her hand. It was tiny really; at least for her size. Just a bit bigger than a pocket knife. And yet something about it was so intimidating.
鈥淲hat uh鈥 what is that for..?鈥
鈥淔or me, of course.鈥 She chuckled.
You sighed a breath of relief, smiling a bit goofily at the idea, thinking she didn鈥檛 mean you. But the way she raised it so high, hovering above your upper arm, made you bring your hands up in fear. You cowered beneath them, shielding your face.
Lady Dimitrescu 鈥榯sked,鈥 a low sigh leaving her lips.
鈥淣ow now, you can鈥檛 do that or else I can鈥檛 eat. You want to serve your mistress don鈥檛 you?鈥
Lowering your arms lightly, you looked at her small smile of encouragement. Grabbing your fingers, the Lady brushed her thumbs over each digit.
鈥淚 can make sure you鈥檙e distracted, would you like that..?鈥 She asked; you noticed the increase of kindness in her voice. Never was your Lady so kind. You feared whatever game she was pulling, but went along with it for the sake of staying alive.
Nodding your head, you looked down. Lady Dimitrescu gave you a small fake pout of sympathy.
鈥淎lright my darling..鈥
Grinning, she moved forward quickly, faster than you imagined. Before you could stop it, her lips were on yours. She kissed deeply, smashing against your lips. She moaned in delight lightly against your mouth, occasionally letting go, only to move back in to attack your lips.
Her lipstick smeared against your skin, the taste getting inside your mouth. She sucked on your lower lip; before you knew it, she was running her knife quickly against the arm you held her with. Your hand shook in fear and shock as she pressed her tongue lightly inside of you. You hesitantly brushed your own with hers, feeling the saliva move to your lips as she separated.
You gasped for breath, but Lady Alcina was hardly phased, moving instead to your arm. She watched the blood run down your bicep, licking it up with seduction. Sucking on the skin, she drank from your arm.
You couldn鈥檛 help but moan out in pain and pleasure, seeing her twisted expression at the delicious taste of your insides.
鈥淢arvelous..鈥 She whispered, swiping the blade over your lower shoulder once again. You winced, but this time the cut didn鈥檛 seem as painful. Lady Dimitrescu sucked at the flesh once more, gripping your waist to move closer. With great ease, she lifted you onto her lap, your legs straddling her waist.
鈥淢y Lady I-鈥
鈥淪hut it.鈥 She commanded. Her voice filling with more desire than anger.
Licking at the two wounds, the tall woman glanced back at you.
You stared, tears pricking the edges of your eyes. Lady Alcina pressed her lips tightly to yours, giving a small peck. You could feel her lipstick drying upon your face.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 enough...for now. Thank you, my little dear.鈥
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saintdabi2 days ago
vic i鈥檝e been thinking about villain shouto again and consider this鈥 him being emotional and needy just like dabi is. shouto is already a very clingy person, but something about this cold and seemingly unfeeling villain clinging onto you so tight because the only thing that scares him is the thought of losing you :/ i think he and dabi would be very similar in their lovesick, needy ways. 鈥 @uppermocns but i鈥檓 sure you already knew that
VILLAIN!SHOUTO VILLAIN!SHOUTO VILLAIN!SHOUTO-
villain!shouto is.....terrifying, to put it mildly. he's so cold,聽untouchable and聽unstoppable.聽an s-tier villain if there ever was one. he has more power in his pinky finger than most heroes do in their whole body. and he knows it. and so does everyone else. the rest of the worlds lucky he seems to have a specific target because god knows what damage he'd be able to cause if he just let all that power loose.
villain!shouto is a force to be reckoned with. a force that happens to have it鈥檚 eyes on you.聽
you were just so kind to him. even though you so obviously knew who he was (and how couldn't you...his face is plastered everywhere...there鈥檚 hardly a night when he doesn鈥檛 make headlines). you were shaking as you patched him up, voice a little meek, a little frail. you reminded him a bit of a butterfly, with their delicate wings. the beautiful kind. the ones that look best pinned behind glass.聽
you offered him a place to stay, in your small, decrepit, shoebox of an apartment, and how could he not take you up on that offer? such a fascinating thing you were, so strange and sweet. he found he couldn鈥檛 tear his eyes away from you as you flitted across the apartment, such flighty little thing (he鈥檚 reminded, once again, of those pinned butterflies).
and now he sits across from you at your table, watching closely as you pick at your food. you don鈥檛 say much, and neither does he. he finds the whole situation a little bizarre, and perhaps he鈥檇 laugh if he had more of a sense of humor. he鈥檚 the number one most wanted villain in japan and you鈥檙e a random civilian who happened to find him at his weakest. if you鈥檇 called in for a hero he could very well be rotting in a cell right now, preparing to be thrown in tartarus.聽
but you didn鈥檛 call for help. because you鈥檙e sweet like that. too soft. someone might take advantage of you because of that one day. and you don鈥檛 deserve that. you鈥檙e like a defenseless kitten who needs something bigger, something meaner, something crueler聽to look out for it.聽
he thinks on it that night, as he lays on your lumpy couch.聽
you deserve someone to look out for you in someplace much nicer than this. and he deserves his own kept butterfly. so pretty and lovely and encased in glass.聽
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captain-krunchy2 days ago
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Yandere Draco Malfoy + Yandere Platonic Malfoy Family reacting to the reader leaving (headcanons) (oneshot):
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- You can want to leave all you want; it is simply not going to happen.
- You may attempt to leave and end up getting far, but someone always finds you and brings you back.
- When you are brought back your husband and his family will question you to no end about why you left.
- When you tell them it is because of their behavior. After this, they quit trying to play innocent and things become a lot more difficult for you
- There is no use in hiding something you already know about
- Draco was clingy before, now he doesn't even allow you time with just his parents. He stays with you constantly to ensure you do not run off (this is also a tactic to try and make you fall in love with him again).
- Even the way Draco holds you at night changed. Before you tried to run away Draco held you softly, but now he holds onto you like you will try to escape again.
- They are more forward with punishments, used to the punishments they had ready were discreet and were often mistaken for just regular mishaps. Now they tell you if it is a punishment
- Lucius is stricter with who is allowed in the manor, and sometimes they will keep you locked in a room until the visitors leave. Draco sits in the room with you and tries to comfort you the best he can
- Draco may be allowing more of his toxic yandere traits to show, but he still is going to treat you like royalty
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鈥淚 am leaving you.鈥 You tell your husband.
Draco looks up at you. You could tell by his facial expression that he was confused. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry?鈥 He asks assuming he did not hear you right.
鈥淚 want a divorce, Draco. I am leaving you.鈥 You glare at him, the love you once felt for him no longer existing.
鈥淐ome sit down, we can talk about this.鈥 Draco pleads.
You turn and leave. Going somewhere to Apparate away, so he cannot drag you back to his family's manor. Draco just stands in shock not quite processing what just happened.
鈥淲here is Y/N?鈥 Narcissa asks, she knew you had been down here, she heard your voice.
鈥淭hey left,鈥 Draco says blankly.
鈥淲hat do you mean Y/N left?鈥 Narcissa asks. Draco finally snaps back to reality.
鈥淲e have to find them!鈥 He says rushing to the door with his wand in hand.
鈥淲hat is all the commotion going on down here, I am trying to work.鈥 Lucius huffs.
鈥淵/N left,鈥 Narcissa said sadly.
鈥淒raco, you need to wait. Be smart about this. We will use our connections with other wizards to keep an eye out for them. We will have them back in no time.鈥 Lucious did not hold much emotion in his voice, but he knew you would be back in Draco鈥檚 arms in no time.
Two months passed, you lived in a cute little cottage that was away from any busy areas. You only went into the small town when absolutely necessary. Your life seemed perfect. You felt as if for the first time in a long time you were getting to choose things for yourself.
You had to go into town, there was no way around it. It would be a quick in and out trip. However, the whole town seemed to be on edge. You did not want to find out why.
You were checking out at your last stop when a voice spoke behind you 鈥淵/N, it is time to stop your silly little game and go back to your loving husband, don't you think?鈥
You did not need to turn around to know it was Bellatrix, but you still turned to meet her gaze. 鈥淢rs. Lestrange. I hardly think here is the place to do this.鈥 You tell her.
鈥淎re you threatening Y/N? You've gotten bold.鈥 She teased. Bellatrix whipped her wand out and said 鈥淐rucio.鈥 You fell to the ground screaming.
When Bellatrix stopped the curse, you passed out from the lingering pain, just what she had hoped to happen. When you came to, you were in a familiar room. The room you once shared with Draco. You were back with the Malfoys.
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yanderememes2 days ago
Imagine what kind of chaos would happen if Kakeyoin and Jotaro shared the same darling
I can see it being the stereotypical prince vs bad boy trope you see in a lot of shoujo animes lol
Kakyoin is well-mannered and respectful towards darling. His yandereness is more obsessive.
Jotaro is a rebel who cusses and gives no fucks and is kinda rude to darling. He's more possessive.
Despite Jotaro's possessiveness, I think he'd be open to sharing darling if it's with Kakyoin. Partly because they're close friends but also, when it comes down to it, Kakyoin ain't a threat (Jotaro thinks).
Jotaro is the mean one who always makes darling cry but Kakyoin is the one who comforts them.
Now... Kakyoin would obviously be the better option between the two since he's the "prince" but will darling choose Jotaro the bad boy who has some deep emotional scars and is only soft for darling (sometimes)? Find out on the next episode of... DARLING'S BIZZARE YANDERE ADVENTURE!!!
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smiledog155782 days ago
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If you ignore the fact that this drawing looks awful you鈥檒l see that it still looks awful鉂わ笍
I haven鈥檛 drawn her in a hot minute so I鈥檓 a bit rusty
馃尮Reblogs are appreciated!馃尮
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random-yandere-fandom11 hours ago
I love the idea of the reader keeping game mechanics and the healing food mechanic. Hahaha
A character is in the border of death and you found them, they are thankful of at least dying next to you but reader goes " hold on, i got something in my backpack" and literally taking a sweet madame out of her backpack and feeding them bits and bits and when they finish their wounds closed and they feel less lightheaded.
Or, character dying and in their funeral nobody sees reader when they come with a fried egg or steak and just straight up shove it down dead character's throat, people are looking at them strange when suddenly character sits up coughing looking around disoriented.
Oh I love this! I had to think a bit for which characters I'm gonna write this, especially the second one but I hope it's fine like this.
First scenario:
She could feel the grass tickling her skin, hear the wind blowing through the leaves and see the sky above her slowly turning into a crimson colour. She also felt the blood oozing from her wounds, hear Paimon's panicked cries for help because oh, here she laid dying and as she lifted her hand towards the sky she saw that her hand was dunked in the very same crimson colour. Lumine wished she could see you once more, her god, her creator and the one she was created for. Would you be disappointed? She was supposed to become one of the strongest, after all. Her vision grew fuzzy and her lids felt heavy and- "Open your mouth". Her body reacted on instinct and followed your orders and the next thing she felt as relief flooded her body because you were here, at least you would bear witness to her last moments... was that Sweet Madame?! The one you had let her cook multiple times when you were still in your world? "Alright, swallow and open your mouth again, I'm not gonna let you die like that". Again she obeyed and repeated the process multiple times, the silhouette above her becoming clearer and finally revealing you, grinning upon noticing her eyes focusing. Did... did you just save her live with a goddamn (not you damned, but the archons) roasted foal?
Second scenario:
Over time you had come to develop a theory. The Sweet Madame worked and any other healing food you had tried out worked, too, so now you were curious to see what food like a fried egg could do. Since you were short on dead people that had died recently you had contacted a certain funeral parlor, explaining the situation to a surprisingly enthusiastic Hu Tao. You hadn鈥檛 thought her reaction to be quite so positive, having expected a much more negative result, seeing as she didn鈥檛 like anyone meddling with death. Upon your imploration she had laughed herself silly, responding with, why should you have to follow those rules?聽
Alright, here goes nothing. Hu Tao and Zhongli both had reassured you that firstly, it was a small funeral and secondly, who woudn鈥檛 be happy to have their loved one back? Opening the doors you waltzed straight forward, heading for the open casket, Zhongli right behind you holding the food. You ignored the bewildered looks and came to a halt in front of the still dead person. Hu Tao sat them upright and before you could hesitate, you weren鈥檛 sure how long the attending family would let you proceed, grabbed the fried egg and shoved it down the corpse鈥檚 throat. You froze, staring at the body for any movement. The milliseconds spent waiting were extremely stressful. Before you knew it their eyes shot open, hands grasping the side of the wood to steady themselves as you sighed in relief, you wouldn鈥檛 know how to explain your actions if this did not work out. You could hear the gasps behind you and watched as the attendants rushed to the newly alive who was still clearly disorientated, not that you could blame them. It seemed like you, or rather your food, could bring the dead back to life. Nice.
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