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Oh my god, never knew I will ever see it.
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Writing such big paragraphs for only 5 people to read lol you should work on themo or give up no one is interested
I don't really write here but on wattpad, there also it's not much people, but it's nice. And this is like a time capsule for me rather than something I write for others to read. I don't even take requests.
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Be our guest~
Hannigram/ Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x Teen!reader
Summary: Hannibal and Will host a small dinner party between themselves, a work friend and her family. But with Will and Hannibal, thereโs no such thing as a happy ending.
TW! Drugging, Delulu Hannibal, mention of blood, mention of vomit(not detailed)
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โDo we have to eat with them?โ Your father groaned to your mother as he parked the car next to the house.
โYes. Theyโre my friends and itโs not everyday we get to eat out.โ Your mother snapped back. She opened her car door and stepped out slowly, brushing down the creases in her dress.
With a heavy sigh, you opened your car door and followed your mother to the small, metal gate at the front of the garden. The silky darkness of night preventing any greenery to show over the bars, causing the grey stone path ahead to be hard to navigate.
You held onto your motherโs arm as she stumbled forward in her heels. โIt would be great to have my husband walk me to the front door. Not my child.โ She scoffed bluntly.
โWalk yourself. Youโd nag at me the whole way anyways.โ Your father retorted, trailing behind. He passed your mum a bottle of wine, practically shoving it into her arms.
Your mother fixed her hair before pressing the doorbell. A pleasant ring echoed behind the tall door and soon after the door creaked open.
โY/M/N, Hannibal and I are so happy you could make it.โ The man smiled as he stepped aside to allow your family to enter, taking the bottle of wine from your mum with a small thank you. He shook your fathers hand before guiding you all to the lounge. Theyโre house was big. Bigger than yours or any house you had been in before. It had room after room all the way down the hall, with a big staircase at the end. Each wall had something on it, either art or a clock. No family photos or honeymoon pictures. Just rich art or an old clock.
The man sat down beside your dad, although while speaking to your parents his eyes were tracked on you. Eventually he looked away to address all of you, โHannibalโs in the kitchen at the moment, hopefully heโll be through in a second to greet you.โ
And, as if it were rehearsed, who you assumed was Hannibal waltzed through the doorway. He dried his hands off with a towel before throwing it over his shoulder. โY/M/N, Iโm so glad you could come. Good to see you as well, Y/F/N, have you been doing better since our last appointment?โ
Your father rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on a leather sofa before answering, โYeah yeah, Iโve been doing great.โ
You looked towards your mother, noticing how her gaze lingered on Hannibal, her eyes taking in every inch of him. She never looked at your dad like that.
Yikes.
Hannibal narrowed his eyes and stared at your father for a moment too long, as if he was analysing him, before reverting his gaze to you. โYou must be Y/N. Your father speaks of you often.โ
โAll bad, I assume.โ You joked, offering the man a small smile.
He hummed at your joke, returning the smile. โWell, Iโm sorry to cut this short but I have to get back to work. Y/F/N, would you care to help me?โ His gaze darted back to your dad.
Begrudgingly, your father stood up and sauntered over to Hannibal, presumably to follow him into the kitchen.
โSo, Y/N,โ the other man began, โyour mother tells me youโre heading down the same path as her. Studying to be a criminal psychologist too?โ
You gently nodded, โThatโs what Iโm hoping for.โ
A somber silence fell between the three of you until your mother spoke up and sparked a conversation which you had no interest in. Something about Abel Gideonโs attack or whatever.
After half an hour of boring conversation and staring at the ceiling, Dr Lecter called all of you through to the dining room. Thatโs how you found out the other manโs name, Will.
You took your seat between Will and Dr Lecter, letting your parents sit together. The adults began chatting about work and life and God knows what else. All of it was boring.
While you were poking and prodding at the fish on your plate you heard your name be muttered by Dr Lecter. Your head shot up in his direction.
โWhat do you think?โ
A soft blush burned your cheeks as you bashfully stated, โIโm really sorry but I havenโt been paying attention.โ
He chuckled softly before asking what you thought of the food. To which you only gave compliments, not wanting to upset him. Dr Lecter smiled softly, thanking you, before turning back to speaking with your parents.
Throughout the numerous courses Dr Lecter brought out, you slowly began to feel more and more sick and tired, to the point where you felt your eyes rolls back in your head and your stomach churn and ache.
You gently placed your fork on your plate and leaned back in your chair, immediately gaining attention from Will who nudged you.
โYou okay, kid?โ His face strewn with worry.
Sweat dripped down your brow as you nodded sharply, โYeah, no, Iโm fine. Iโm just tired.โ
โWell, we have a guest bedroom upstairs that we would be more than happy to let you borrow.โ Dr Lecter chimed in.
โNo itโs okay. Iโll be fine.โ
โWe insist.โ
After that you had no say in wether you went or not. Will slowly guided you up the stairs and down the hall, at points he was pausing to make sure you were fine.
You always said you were fine despite your migraine making your vision blurry and your feet feeling numb. Once you reached the top of the stairs, you fell into Will and luckily he caught you, picking you up before you could try to stand again. You would have been so embarrassed if you hadnโt been feeling this bad.
The walk to the spare bedroom was tedious. Time felt as if it had slowed down to taunt you- to make sure you felt every second of pain.
Finally, Will reached the room. The door creaked open and the light flickered on. Through your blurry vision you almost thought it was your room at home. Same bed frame, wardrobe, vanity, dresser- all of it was identical. Maybe you were just being crazy. Maybe this was your brain trying to comfort you and make you see a place that makes you feel safe.
He gently placed you down on the bed, making you sit up to the best of your ability while he took off your shoes so the sheets didnโt get muddy. He then pulled back the duvet and let you fall onto the pillow, immediately falling asleep. He smiled, softly brushing hair out of your face before stepping out of the room and turning off the lights.
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A loud crash abruptly woke you up, jolting you upright. A sense of dread washed over you as you peeled back the covers and slowly navigated your way to the thin line of light emerging from the frame of the door.
A shiver racked down your spine as the cold, hard wooden floors touched your feet.
Each step on the floor creaked under the weight of you. The loudness made you worried that the wrong person could hear and come to get you.
They were probably just watching a movie, you reasoned with yourself, trying to think of any logical explanation while feeling like something was watching you.
The abyss like darkness which awaited you at the bottom of the steps was the worst. That feeling of dread set in faster and harder as you stepped into the nothingness that called out for you.
Trying to find a way around this house felt impossible. You felt like a rat trapped in a maze trying to find its reward, and your rat race reward could only be freedom.
You crept into the kitchen, then the dining room, then the lounge, flicking on the lights as you did. Each one you were wary about entering, that dread in your stomach building up more and more.
And when a hand clasped your shoulder, you felt like crying out. You spun around, pushing the hand away and stumbling to the plush, carpeted floor. Looking up, you saw the slim and shadowed figure of one of your hosts for the evening,
Will.
Your eyes widened as you heard him call out for Hannibal. Quickly, you scrambled to your feet and made a mad dash for the closest exit, accidentally bumping into something.
Something whose chest rose and fell with each heavy heaving breath, something which grabbed you and pulled you close, something that glistened with sweat and blood in the bright white moonlight from out the old windows.
โItโs alright, Mischa..โ Hannibal sighed, holding you against him, โYouโre safe now.โ
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02:03 Saturday, 10th of August 2024
10/8/24
AN- this is low-key shit, but I kinda like the idea. I just donโt think I could write it well.
Also, three hours ago it was my birthday ๐ฅณ๐ฅณ๐ฆ
Love you all :3
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In Cold Blood (pt 1)
Synopsis: A slew of murders have you and the other detectives scratching their heads, but the killer himself seems beyond fascinated with you.
Warnings: This is probably my most warning heavy story- mentions and graphic descriptions of blood/gore, death, murder (serial killer!billy is a giveaway), weapons including gun/knives, home invasion mentions, eventual smut lets just say EVERYTHING IS 18+- read at your own discretion
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You turned a corner, feet hitting the pavement as fast as they could. Water splashed up from a puddle but it didnโt slow you down. The buzz of traffic didnโt calm your racing heart as you skidded to a stop down a corner alley.
How had this happened? You were so sure of yourself. So careful. At least thatโs how it felt.ย
It had started innocently enough, well maybe innocent wasnโt the correct choice of words.
It had started with the death of a local businessman. Heโd been found in an alleyway, shoved between trash bins. Multiple knife wounds scattered across his torso and neck. Youโd been called to investigate the scene with the other officers.
It had left your mouth dry, the other officers you worked with were rarely left speechless but thisโฆ.this did it. The brutality of it was unmatched from anything youโd investigated before.
Then a few weeks later there was a woman found murdered in a similar fashion, body left in Central Park for anyone to find. Then there was another and another. It made your stomach turn.ย
Then you found yourself volunteering to be on the case. To figure out who the bastard was. Why they were doing this. And to put them away for as long as possible.ย
The longer you researched and devoted your time and energy to figuring out how to catch the murderer the less it made sense. There was no rhyme or reason or outright motives that stood out to you. Just a building body count.
Thatโs when you got the first call.
Youโd been working from the office late one night, pouring over the latest crumb of evidence youโd been able to scrounge up. A blurry cctv blip of footage capturing a large figure in a black hoodie up over their head leaving the building where the last victim was found.
The noise jolted you from your seat, the blinds drawn in your office and the steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead wearing away at your eyes. It was late. Very late. No one you knew would be up at this hour. Not unless it was an emergency.
You didnโt recognize the number. So not a friend or relative popping up on caller ID. You let it ring another few times before sighing, with a roll of your eyes and sliding to answer it.
โHello?โ
โDetective Archer.โ You felt your body freeze at your name being used. The voice crackled on the other end. Deep. Male. But it was edited somewhat, like he was speaking through some sort of device to conceal his voice.ย
โWho is this?โ
โAh ah ah thatโs on a need to know basis.โ
โAnd I donโt need to know?โ You pushed away from your desk standing to walk over to your closed office door. Peeking through the blinds to see the still empty office.
โIโm not in your office if thatโs what you think.โ Your blood ran cold as you froze in place, fingers just pulling away from the door.
โAre youโฆwatching me?โ Your eyes flitted to the windows on the right side of your office, rushing over and drawing the blinds closed.
โAlways.โย
The word hung on the phone line, heavy silence.
โYouโre him.โ
โThereโs a lot of โhimsโ out there, Iโm going to need you to be more specific.โ He was taunting you.
โThe killer.โ Laughter rang out in the other end.
โIt took you a little while there, detective. Here I was thinking you were the top of your class.โย
โWhy are you calling me?โ You moved back to your desk wondering if there was some way you could trace the call from your cell phone.ย
โTo ask what your favorite scary movie is.โ
โFuck off.โ
โThatโs not an answer.โ
โItโs the only one youโre gonna get.โย
โCome on Detective, play a little game with me.โ
โIs that what you think this is?โ You hissed into the phone. โA fuckin game?โ Your heart pounded in your chest. Rage bubbling up and leeching into your voice.
โIt is to me.โย
Then with that the line went dead. You swore, tossing your phone onto your desk falling back into your seat.ย
Hands scratching your head, fingers twining furiously through your hair.ย ย Eyes squeezed shut as youโre cursed once more before calling your boss and the rest of your team to alert them to this new development.
Another victim was found a few weeks later, a single stab wound to the chest right over the heart.ย ย A Large Bowie knife was left in the body, with a swath of paper folded and held in place by the weapon.
You talked with witnesses and scribbled into your notes after consulting with another officer before turning on your heel to head back to the office.ย
Knowing tonight youโd drink a pot of coffee and review how out of character this kill was from the previous victims. Was this even done by the same person? Did you have another murderer out there to watch out for? It made your head spin.
โDetective, I think you need to see this.โ A cop named Thomas motioned you over to him holding out the piece of paper just removed from the victim.
You took the now unfolded paper from him eyes roving the page. A large red heart was drawn on it with blood. Whether it was the victims or someone elseโs you couldnโt be sure, but that wasnโt the thing that worried you most.
Inside the heart was writing, scratchy red ballpoint pen spelling out in large letters, โArcher.โย ย A gift, a love letter, a taunt, you werenโt sure which one it was but it made your blood run cold.ย
Hot water poured over your skin in the shower, hoping the scalding heat would strip away the knot in your stomach. Whenever you closed your eyes all you could see was the heart, teasing you.
The paper had been placed in an evidence bag and was now being tested but you couldnโt shake the visual from your head. Turning the water off and reveling in the steam before you wrapped a towel around yourself stepping into the bedroom.
All your scattered notes and random photographs littered your home desk and you were starting to feel pathetic at your lack of purchase on this slippery case. How many people needed to end up dead because you couldnโt do your fucking job?
Then the phone rang. A million thoughts ran through your head before you said fuck it and answered.ย
โHello?โ
โDid you get my gift?โย
โYouโre sick you know that?โ You flipped on the tracer youโd installed on your phone after your last call.ย
โDetective, Iโm wounded. I gave you a lovely gesture of our relationship.โ
โThe only relationship we have is going to be when I arrest your ass and put you away for the rest of your life.โย
โI love when you flirt back with me.โย
You rubbed your brow absentmindedly, hating how limited you felt. How you felt like back in training being ridiculed by higher ups.ย
โWhy are you doing this?โ
โI enjoy talking to you, Detective.โ
โNo. Killing people. Innocent people.โ
โWho said they were innocent?โ
โWho says you get to be judge, jury and executioner?โ
If you stalled long enough itโd give your tracer a better chance of locking onto where the call was coming from. Giving you a shred of further evidence.
โYou look very nice tonight.โ
Your fist subconsciously gripped your towel tighter to your chest. The curtains in your apartment were drawn, and you had checked the lock over four times out of habit.
โHow do you know how I look?โ You wedged your phone into the crook of you neck, holding it in place as you reached into the end table pulling out your gun and checking the chamber was full.
โAre you close to catching me, Detective? Have I been occupying as much space in your mind as you do mine?โ
You padded slowly down the hall, weapon held firm, pointing into each room as you passed. The heat from the bathroom emanated into the kitchen and you swiveled around the corner poised for an attack.
It never came.ย
He was toying with you. He wasnโt here.ย
โWhy would I be in your head?โ
You heard a thump back in your bedroom and the hair on the back of your neck stood up at the sound. The line was silent as you waited for a response, slowly inching back towards your room, gun held aloft.
The only sound you could hear was your own heart thundering in your chest as you eased into the doorway, ears straining to hear any other movement. In a rush if adrenaline you tossed the phone onto the bed throwing open the closet door.
It was empty.ย
Keeping with your agitated pace, falling to the floor and checking under the bed only to see it bare as well. Angrily snatching the phone back and biting into the mouthpiece.
โWhere the fuck are you?!โย
At that you heard footsteps back from the bathroom, thumping through your apartment and your front door being thrown open, the alarm blaring.ย
Scrambling to catch up you stumbled into your living room and were greeted by the open door leading into the hallway of your apartment complex broken open, the chain lock busted and scraping back and forth as it hung limply.
The line went dead and you immediately dialed 911, waiting for a familiar operator to answer as you relayed your predicament. When you heard confirmation they were on the way you rushed back into the bathroom to grab your robe.
There on the mirror was drawn a heart, like that from the note found on the victim. The condensation beaded up as it bled in various water droplets from the remaining steam from the shower.ย
The months continued on, all leads turning up nil. The tracer you had used only led you to a discarded burner phone in a trash bin by soho. The murders had briefly slowed down.
The phone calls however had not.
Their length and timing varied but it was always the same voice. Slightly skewed but a manโs voice all the same. It had helped you rule out a female suspect.ย
The continued goading wasnโt the main thing grating on your nerves. No it would be much simpler if that was it. The true horror was how you began to wait for the calls.ย
You refused to use the term, enjoy. But they no longer caused your blood to run cold in the same way. One day to your absolute dismay after a long stressful meeting you actually felt your shoulders unclench when your phone rang.
โLong day Archer?โย
โHow can you ask me that when youโre the source of my stress?โ
โAm I?โ
Besides the phone calls there was the disturbing hints of affection. A bouquet had appeared at your desk at work one day. No note, but you didnโt need one to know who it was from.
Then a bottle of expensive wine was left on the steps of the precinct with another card bearing only a simplistically drawn heart inside.
The bottle was immediately taken in as evidence and dusted for prints. There obviously were none. No matter what you did he was always ten steps ahead. 5D chess in the most infuriating way.ย
โHow was the wine?โ
โIf youโre so aware of my every move youโd know I didnโt drink it.โ
โShame, 1913 was supposedly a good year for that merlot.โ
โIโm growing tired of our Hannibal Lecter and Clarice dynamic.โ
โWho says thatโs what we are?โ
โWE are nothing.โ
A tskโing crackled over the line.
โYou and I both know thatโs not true.โ
โThen what are we?โ
You put the phone on speaker as you pulled out a container of chinese food leftovers from your fridge. Popping the lid off and shoveling it into a bowl before sliding it into the microwave.
A chuckle came from the other end. You hated how it didnโt feel gross and malicious like it should.ย
You continued on, mind listing a slew of options as you watched your food rotate in the microwave.
โPhantom and Christine. Michael Myers and Laurie strode. Billy Loomis and Sidney Prescott.โ
โYou never did tell me your favorite scary movie.โ
you sighed dramatically as the oven dinged and you removed your food, returning it to the counter, pulling your hair into a messy bun.
โYou do look stunning Detective. Iโm shocked someone of your caliber went into law enforcement.โ
โI think itโs unfair you know what I look like and yet Ive never seen you before.โ
โNice try Archer.โ You couldnโt suppress the small laugh that shook your shoulders a tad.ย
โIt was worth a try.โ
Walking into work the next morning you were immediately greeted by another detective, John Lawson. His cheeks were ruddy and he seemed to be out of breath.
โWhatโs going on?โ
โWe have a photo of our killer.โย
You felt your stomach flip, either from excitement or nerves.
โWhat?โย
He took out a printed sheet of paper, it showed a dim alleyway and a victim from the other night slumped in the background.ย
Sure enough there in the foreground was a man, in a black hoodie, black pants and military boots. The hood pulled up over his head and underneath the hood a stark white mask, covered in a multitude of scratches and cracks that seemed to be painted on.
He was staring straight at the camera, knife glinting in one hand, the other raised in a mock wave.
โSmug bastard.โ
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Hey!
Is this a story? Where can I read it (can you provide me with the links and all please?)? I just loved it, but I can't find it anywhere?
XOXO,
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Oh yeah! It's my story! I wrote it on wattpad
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Damn this is so good! I always wait for the new chapter!
๐ฒ ๐ L o s i n g Y o u
Part: 3
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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.
Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader
Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, cruel Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, mention of violence, betrayal, Soldier Boy being a dick, reader is a supe, Crimson Countess is a bitch
Word Count: 2194
A/N: English is not my first language.
* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.
Benโs lips parted to say something when you told him that he would never hear you saying those three words again, but he clenched his jaw, and his eyes sharpened with fury.
โDonโt even bother, because those words already mean nothing to me.โ
You caught him looking at your lips for a second, but he let go of your chin immediately and pulled himself together like he would kiss you if he waited for another second. His unreadable face was filling your heart with hope since you knew he would be far more different if he really didnโt like you at all as he told.
You walked over to him and gently touched his rough hand, asking, โThen why does it make you mad when I tell you I would leave Payback? If you don't really care at all, why do you want me here with your side so much that you threat me with hurting Noir? Ben, please be honest with yourself, at least. I know you won't be honest with me.โ
You looked at him with desperation, pleading him with your eyes and touched his hand like you could never get that chance again. You didnโt understand what exactly caused his soft side to slip in your hands so suddenly, so sharp. What had happened to you exactly? You knew it wasnโt about Crimson or someone else, but you didnโt know the cause behind why you failed to solve the true reason behind all this pain.
You withdrew your hands just before he pushed them away. When you posed those questions, he seemed so confused and lost that you nearly thought he would finally crack and put a stop to the cruelty between you going on. Since you were aware that he wasn't good at expressing his true feelings from the very beginning, you were willing to push him a little. You would fight for it if you had to be the one to help him overcome his inner demons and open himself.
โI won't be giving a fuck seeing you fucking go away if I find a stronger supe than you,โ he simply said.
You answered, โNeither the team nor you need a strong one,โ knowing what he was talking about was just another lie. โBen, you never care who is powerful or not as you know you are strongest. Your ego is too big to care about what other people are capable of.โ
โWhat on earth should I tell you to get off my ass and stop bothering the Countess and me, huh, Y/N?โ He inquired, showing no interest in what you had to say. It didn't even seem like he was paying attention to what you were saying. โI'm warning you; don't talk to me about love or other bullshit again.โ
He retreated a step, sat on the couch, and sniffed the cocaine on the table before his eyes darkened. When your lips parted to respond, he lifted his hand menacingly, to prevent you from say another thing to make him angrier.
He yelled, โShut the fuck up,โ and started sniffing coke before you did, startling you with his unexpected outburst. โDo you think you know me? Are you fucking naรฏve?โ
You also raised your voice, but it was rather shaky, saying, โI do know you.โ You eventually lost patience with his attitude because of how much his persistence was getting on your nerves.
โYouโre a fucking naรฏve then,โ he chuckled, but his tone was rather angry than amusing. โGet the fuck out of here and leave me alone.โ
You turned away, your eyes watering, and opened the door without saying a word to Ben, fearing that he would become enraged since he was too busy getting high like a real jerk. You heard Countess's voice in the distance. She gave you a tiny smirk to irritate you, as she usually does, but you left the trailer without looking at her and without creating any drama.
After a few weeks, you gave up attempting to get in touch with Ben because you could tell he was preoccupied with all the dumb advertisements and other bullshit. You also stopped participating in anything Payback-related, even though you were still required to perform these things along with the rest of the team. You informed Earving that you were completely well and needed some time for yourself, despite the fact that he had visited your home numerous times to check on you.
But it was a lie. You were either ill or simply lovesick. You had a difficult time falling asleep since you could recall every last detail of Ben and Crimson's interactions. They appeared in every movie, television show, and advertisement. It didn't matter if you simply vanished; you couldn't run away from your own sentiments that were killing you or their reality.
Earving told you that Ben was becoming crueler and harsher to him and the rest of the crew every day, but you couldn't really care because you were most likely going through the worst.
After a month, you were compelled to flee your home due to a terrorist attack, and all of the members required you on the battlefield. Ben was busy commanding the soldiers haphazardly, using heavy and hazardous weapons like toys, and showing off his whole range of abilities to them with an arrogant smile on his face.
He was taken aback to see you because you were the last person to enter the territory. Ben walked up to you with a sneaky smile on his face after he dropped the rifle on one of the twins from his shoulder, but you turned your back on him and continued talking to some soldiers to give him courage because you didn't want to hear what Ben was about to say to distress and upset you any more.
You were desperately missing Ben and were helpless for any kind of interaction or words to rekindle your already fading hope, but you were also proud. You were aware of everything that happened between you, and excepted the turth that the wonderful memories between him and you had long faded. More than anyone you didn't get to know, he was more of a stranger than any stranger. You were certain there was nothing left in you for him to break because he had broken your heart so many times. Struggling to change the past and pushing yourself too hard will only exacerbate your situation. You knew the pain wouldnโt fully disappear soon, but it would ease by time.
He didn't move again once you turned your back to him, indicating that you were right to let it go.
After Ben tormented him more severely than ever on your third day on the battlefield, Noir's patience ran out, and he kept saying Ben that he didn't deserve to be a leader and that he was simply a bully on cocaine. Despite your attempts to dissuade Earving from approaching Ben too closely and to push him back before things got physical, he was adamant about ending Ben's leadership.
โYou donโt deserve to be the the leader of Payback. All you do is getting high and bullying all of us. All people here looking at us with hatred, not respect and the reasson behind this all is that we donโt have a respectful leader,โ Earving said raising his voice.
Knowing that Ben was pretty nerveous espcially nowadays and fearing he was already ready to hurt anyone in the squad, you pushed Noir by his chest back trying to calm him down. He was right about everything, but it wasnโt the way to solve this mess Ben caused. Besides, no one would stand a chance against Soldier Boy. After all, he was indeed the strongest supe.
โNoir, please calm down,โ you whispered him as if no one would hear you. โDonโt do this.โ
Your body clenched with terror, knowing that he would be severely wounded by Ben, who was already looking for a small excuse to beat him up. Earving was digging his own grave for sure.
โWhatโs wrong with you?โ Earving suddenly snapped, pushing your hands from him. โWhy do you even support him?โ
โViolence with get you nowhere,โ you said sharply, implying he must stop or heโll be the one to get hurt.
โAnd what the fuck will you do about this, huh?โ Ben asked with an evil smirk on his face. โYou just fucking disrespected me, you fucking weak fuckface. All you do is whining like a newborn baby yet you crave for respect and all shit.โ
When you saw Ben make a move to face Earving, you stopped between them to prevent what was to come. Some soldiers were watching you all with curiosity, and some with fear.
โBen,โ you said with a serious tone. โLetโs not make a scene and let others talk behind you. How can they even respect you if you lay a hand on one of us? This wonโt be good for your reputation; you know this.โ
Instead of taking a step back and pressing his anger down, your effort to save Noir made him see red.
โWill you now fucking defend him against me?โ Ben glared at your hands, which were tightly gripping his suit, and said, โStep fucking aside or you'll get hurt first.โ
As you take a step back, you realize how you came so close to Ben without recognizing it, despite your repeated assurances to yourself to keep away from him. He had done many things to you lately, but it was the first time he threatened you with such severity.
Just as you are about to react, you hear Crimson approaching Ben.
Placing a touch on Earving's arm, you showed your understanding and concern for him when you noticed him fisting his fists and standing motionless. It was Ben's harsh attitude toward nothing that he got in return for all the respect he deserved, which was all he asked for. Although Earving had been performing rather well up until this point, everyone has their limitations.
โYou know, you shouldn't let others treat Soldier Boy disrespectfully,โ Crimson said as she gave you one of her venomous glances. โWhen Black Noir tries to seize control of the team and instigate a revolt, how can people still acknowledge Soldier Boy as the team's strongest supe and leader? How are you even going to support it, Y/N?โ
She scowled and remained by Ben's side, uttering more venomous things to incite Ben's hatred of you. Simply because you were aware of Ben's vulnerability to manipulation over his authority, you took a deep breath and declared, โI'm not supporting any of this. Who the hell are you to read Noir's intentions that way?โ
Ben raised his finger right up to your face, his eyes were darkened with disappointment. โSo, thatโs it. You fucking betrayed me for that cocksucker.โ
Your eyes burned with fury as the corner of the Countessโ lips curled with satisfaction.
โAre you really talking about betrayal now?โ You raised your voice as your hands were in fist now.
Earving felt your hazardous tension with Soldier Boy, and your fury subsided his own anger. You pushed his hands away from you, even though he touched your shoulder to convey his support for you in a gentle way.
You could see how effortlessly the Countess was able to influence Ben; your eyes were burning with pain. You had come to terms with the idea that he couldn't see his actual emotions through them, but it appeared he couldn't see yours either.
He'd pretended to be concerned about you, deceived you, threatened you, and now accused you of betraying him. But the truth was, he was the one who did them. You didnโt know if he was blind or just a coward who couldnโt even face himself.
โYou know what?โ Ben angrily remarked, โSince you wanted to go away from the team so much, you can fucking leave now. You are free to fucking go.โ
With a heavy heart, you murmured, โFine. Neither do I want to be a part of this.โ
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A/N: I had planned Losing You to be a one-shot story, but it seems it will take a little more chapters to make a final. Comments and reblogs are very appreciated! You can also check masterlist for another multi-chapter Soldier Boy / Reader story called โProtect Me From What I Wantโ Thank you for reading this! <3
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I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought โaww they thought of meโ and proceeded to forget about it right after
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Damn, this looks nice!
You can only reblog this today.
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Calling all desis to reblog this post with a hindi song that gives you calm on a chaotic day (i might make a playlist). I'll go first :
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A girl named Sitara, moved to a remote town, looking for peace with a mysterious little baby girl whose name was Ahilya, there, one man named Raunak Sahab took 'pity' on Sitara and let her stay.
Over the course, Raunak Sahabh was always skeptical towards Sitara, her sudden appearance from a buzzing city to a remote town, the baby and her overall 'damsel in distress' act which everyone bought but not him.
Sitara had told people how her parents had disowned her after she had became pregnant with Ahilya, the town people ate the story up and took care of her, the thing was, the little town had extremely less elidgle female women to get married to, as almost all were married off.
So people were trying to set Sitara with their sons, Sitara knew this and took this as her advantage, then an old woman named aga bai, or who was a trans woman called agastya, was caring towards Sitara because how pretty she was.
Sitara never let Ahilya get out of her sight, suddenly few men started disappearing from the town, in the course of eight weeks, or roughly around 2 and half months, there were 5 dead bodies found.
Everyone was concerned as to who was doing this, but Raunak Sahab knew it was Sitara, her random absences, constant need to take a rest when visible and signs of struggle on her arm.
One day Raunak Sahab brought the police to show Sitara was the one behind it, having proof as she had said to herself one day that she had written the whole plan in a diary and Raunak Sahab had heard her. The police couldn't find anything, but before they could leave, Aga bai shouted from behind, exclaiming that they should check Raunak Sahab's hut too!
As he had blamed an innocent young girl, making everyone slowly agree to Aga bai, the police did so, much to Raunak Sahab's dismay, and found a diary, filled with his finger prints, it was his old diary on which he tried to start a journal on but couldn't do so.
In the diary, they found all the plans regarding all the 5 dead bodies and a new one about how Sitara would be killed off, as she was being a hurdle.
The police immediately arrested Raunak Sahab, and he was brought to the station, this case interested the CBI sub head Atul Deshpande, who was a serious, clever and witty officer.
He interviewed Raunak, in which he stated how Sitara was extremely suspicious from the start, and he never murdered anyone, Atul also suspected Sitara and asked her to be brought to the CBI office.
Sitara knew she was maybe in trouble, shlo she had all her stuff packed, and took Ahilya with her to the office.
Atul then brutally interrogated Sitara, but she had a calm face throughout the whole time, he unwillingly had to let go of her, as she was leaving, she saw from behind the people of the office were running after her.
She also then quickly sprinted, running down, skipping stairs and jumping from one stair case to another, this caught the eye of one of the most skilled young CBI officers, Neelkanth Vaikunth, or as he liked to be called, Neel.
Atul saw Neel downstairs and told him to run after the girl, Sitara had left her bag and grabbed Ahilya and sprinted off into the forest.
She was too quick and Neel wasn't able to catch her. They took her bag to examine the fingerprints, but her profile wasn't visible, at all, as If Sitara was a dead woman.
Sitara had placed Ahilya in a safe place, with someone she trusted. And went to go to a bathhouse, which was actually near the office, but not too near, but Sitara knew that they won't search for her near the place she ran from
After the bath, she came out wrapped in towel and gasped when she saw Neel there, but calmed down when he got flustered and left, she then realised Neel didn't knew how she looked like.
She came in her clothes to see Neel with his CBI officers, who were their friends and one of them was his girlfriend as she was clinging onto him.
Neel then saw Sitara coming out and apologised for what he had done, thinking it was his girlfriend, Isha, who had told him to come in after she had been dressed but he had went to the room next to hers.
Sitara forgave him and smiled, Neel unknowingly stared at her smile but then then snapped out of the trance when his friend cleared his throat and he realised the girl wasn't there anymore.
Just after a while they had gotten a message from Atul saying they found Sitara, they went inside the interrogation room, to wait for Atul to bring the girl in as he had said.
Atul had actually captured Sitara, and had told her to go in the interrogation room, As he had something to bring, Sitara sneakily grabbed a glass of tea to drink as she was thirsty,and then went inside to see all of them she had met at the bath house.
Neel then smiled at her, saying she was here to send the tea? Sitara looked at him for a second and then agreed, saying the tea was for Atul, Neel's friend then said to bring some for them also.
Sitara quickly nodded and was about to leave the room but Atul came in, he was in shock to See Sitara not in cuffs! She pushed him to the ground and ran outside the office and towards the forest, Neel was surprised that it was the girl who was Sitara, so he sprinted towards her before Atul could order him.
Neel ran after her with his friends behind, she was visible but not too much, suddenly he heard a gunshot, and looked behind to see Isha had shot Sitara, Neel then bursted on Isha, for shooting a suspect Atul needed alive.
Isha then scoffed saying she wasn't important and they just needed her, their friend Ashish, calmed Neel down and told him to walk towards the body, they all three did but to their surprise, they didn't find her body!
If they had paid attention to their surroundings properly, they would have seen Aga bai carrying Sitara away from the scene and taking her away...
(something which came in my dream and I needed to write it somewhere! Plus, after posting this, I am gonna add their aesthetics! This is fun! There will be a second part but then that's all.)
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..๐ท๐๐๐๐๐..
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"๐๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ? ๐๐ค๐ช ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐จ, ๐ช๐จ ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค"
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐
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"๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
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"๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ข"
๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐
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๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐"
"๐ ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐, ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง"
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"๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐ก๐ช๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐๐"
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"๐ถ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
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๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐"
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I'll get my tear ducts ready.
DARK HEARTS
series prompt : thereโs only one reason CEO Austin Robert Butler hired you, because you looked like his first love who left him, and now he wants unspoken revenge. when reader starts catching on to the one-sided hatred, she starts to try every in her power to get in her bossesโ good graces, despite being a โgood for nothing secretaryโ, attempting to melt his icy heart.
this serves as a master-list of all chapters of a multi-part series !
series warmings :
- enemies to lovers
- grumpy x sunshine
- every part will go into more detail on triggers!
Chapters:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |
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The fact that my screen is already cracked and I am too lazy to get it fixed so it made me think, it's just another crack.
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