#//Or just tearing up a little out of sight so he could bribe the guards into approaching him before strangling them with his bonds or smth

[dutybcrne]

Imagine if Khaenri'ahn tears could solidify into crystals,,,

[lets-just-daydream]

Hello! I hope you’ve been well, I was wondering if I could request Astarion with a larger chested Tav who gets insecure when people say something about it/ogle her? Maybe Gale accidentally says something (like when you wear Haarleps outfit) and Astarion gets protective of her.

(i accidentally made gale gross. SORRY LMAO)

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You and your companions huddled together in heated discussion as you tried to find a way through the man guarding the door that didn't include violence and breaking the whole building into a fight. 

“Maybe there's another way in that Fangs missed,” Karlach offered. 

Astarion scoffed. “I was very thorough in my scan of the building, thank you very much.” 

You grimaced and pulled out your pouch of gold. A few measly coins. Barely enough to make the bag jingle. “Not enough for a bribe,” you said glumly. 

You and your group sighed. 

“Maybe we don't need the book that badly,” Karlach said, ready to give up. 

Gale bristled. “There is no way we're leaving without that book. I'm sure it will hold secrets about the Absolute. Why do you think this building is such an impenetrable fortress?” 

You exchanged glances with Astarion and he only offered a shrug. You huffed and opened your bag to take stock of your potions and fighting supplies. 

“I guess we just have to do what we do best,” you said. 

“Hold on…” Gale said. “What if we tried a different kind of bribe?” 

You raised your brow. “I'm not sure we have much to offer. Some health potions and a couple gold pieces won't be much to win anyone over.” 

“Not a bribe of objects, but maybe you could…” Gale trailed off and you furrowed your brow in confusion. 

“I could what?”

Gale stepped closer to you and lowered his voice, causing Astarion to stand straighter, his eyes narrowing at the wizard. He had a feeling he wouldn't like what Gale was about to say. 

“You know,” Gale said suggestively, making a cupping gesture in front of his own chest.

Your eyes widened in realisation and you stepped away from the wizard. 

“Gale!” You admonished, crossing your arms over your chest and looking down.

Yes you were desperate to get inside and yes you often attracted unwanted attention because of your large chest but you never thought one of your party members, one of your friends would ever suggest using your body as an object. 

You felt tears brimming in your eyes as silence befell the four of you. Astarion bristled and stepped in front of you, jabbing an accusatory finger to Gale's chest. 

“How dare you make such a suggestion?” Astarion hissed. 

Karlach stepped back with an uncomfortable look on her face while Gale looked back at Astarion in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” 

Astarion grinded his teeth. “Do you think she wants to offer her body up like some kind of whore for you so you can have your little book?” 

Gale's eyes widened. “N-no, I-” 

“You better get on your way back to camp right now before I hit you,” Astarion warned. 

You looked up and gasped, moving to grab Astarion's arm. “Astarion it’s-” 

His white curls bobbed as he whipped his head around to look at you. “If you say ‘it’s okay’ and ‘don't worry about it,’ I will be very upset with you.” 

You gulped as you remembered why Astarion would be so upset at Gale's suggestion and you cringed.

You pursed your lips and looked down before crossing your arms over your chest again. 

Astarion turned back to Gale and nodded to the road back to camp. “Off you go.” 

Gale tried to make eye contact with you to plead his case but he caught sight of Astarion flexing his hand into a fist and stepped back with his hands up in surrender. 

“Come on,” Karlach said, guiding Gale back to camp ahead of you and Astarion. 

You heard Gale begin complaining to Karlach about the book and the guard and how unfair Astarion is as they walked away. 

Astarion turned back to look at you but you couldn't meet his gaze. 

“Thanks,” you whispered softly, not trusting your voice. 

“You don't have to thank me for anything,” Astarion murmured before stepping forward and wrapping you in a hug. 

You slid your arms around him as he pulled you in and you nuzzled your face into his chest. You felt numb, unsure what to say or where to even begin about what had just happened. 

“Do you think he was serious?” You whispered, your voice thick with sadness and embarrassment. The shock of the moment after what Gale had said finally began to give way to sadness. Did your companions just see you for your large chest? Could they see past that for the other things you offered? 

“Forget about that moron,” Astarion said into your hair. “I've got you, you'll never do anything like that. Especially when I'm around.” 

You let a small half smile creep onto your face. “I'd like to go back to camp and get into bed,” you said, looking up at Astarion.

“Of course, my friend,” Astarion said. 

He stepped around and kept his arm over your shoulders as you walked, as if he were protecting you from anyone around you. It warmed your stomach and the sting of what had just happened began to slowly fade in Astarion's protective presence.

“What are we going to do about Gale's book?” You asked as you slowly wandered back. 

Astarion huffed at the mention of the wizard’s name. “He can come up with his own plan to get in there that doesn't include me or you if he wants that stupid book so badly.” 

“But the Absolute…” 

Astarion stopped you both and gently gripped your shoulders, leveling you with a serious look. “Nothing is worth you dealing with boot munchers like Gale. Nothing. We'll find another way to deal with the Absolute. Okay?” 

You nodded and smiled, causing Astarion to give you a smile back. “That's more like it,” he said. 

You made it back to camp and you saw that Gale's tent was closed shut which you were thankful for. You couldn't deal with him right now. 

Astarion separated himself from you and turned to you. “If he,” Astarion gestured his head to Gale's tent, "or anyone else gives you any sort of trouble, come straight to me.” 

You nodded and he tucked your hair behind your ear. “That’s a good girl. Now go get some rest,” he said before turning away for his own tent.

Your eyes widened at the comment and you blushed and gulped before speed-walking back to your own tent with your hands over your face. 

You plopped onto your bedroll and stopped yourself from squealing like a schoolgirl at how protective Astarion had been over you today. You took a deep breath and calmed down but couldn't stop the fluttering in your stomach at remembering how fiercely he had defended you. You needed to figure out a way to properly thank him. 

[alovesongtheywrote]

Killer Queen | Eddie Munson x Reader

♥ Summary:  Life sucks, have sex with your would-be assassin- whose face is more familiar than you'd like it to be. [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader] 

♥ Warnings:  18+, minors and ageless blogs dni. violence, fighting, implied murder, arranged marriage to someone other than eddie, pwp, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fantasy assassins au, enemies to lovers that went by stupid fast

♥ Word count:  5609

Part 1, Part 2,

The first time death came for you, you were only a child.  

You didn’t understand it at the time.  There was no way you could have.  You just knew that a group of terrifying men had come to your home, broken all your things, and drawn blood from your parents.  Someone took you away before you had to see them die.

You were supposed to be next.  As you were dragged away, you could hear the other assassins laughing.  You screamed, thrashing in the grip of your captor, shrieking as your parents tried to fight to save their child.  The second they were out of your sight, you fell silent.  You didn’t understand the concept of death yet, but you knew in your tiny soul that something had just gone very wrong.

You didn’t stop fighting.  You clawed and bit at your attacker, desperate to return to your parents.  For a child of your age, you did a respectable job.  You tore scratches into the man’s skin, into his face, and across his cheeks.  You were aiming for his eyes.  You missed.  It didn’t take long for the man to pry you off and sit you down in front of him. 

Then, he just stared.

You stared too- less so at the man himself, and more at his knife.  It was massive and terrifying, and you were sure he was going to use it against you.  Tears rolled down your tiny cheeks, but you refused to give in quietly.  When he moved towards you, you hissed at him like some sort of creature and bared your teeth to bite him.

The man simply let out a tired sigh, like he was somehow used to children hissing at him.  As he knelt down before you, you took note of a certain look in his eyes- a familiarity, as if he already knew you.  You were entirely sure that you did not know him.  The stranger said something under his breath- a curse, as you would later realize- and then he stood, offering a hand to you.

“I won’t hurt you, little princess- but I need you to come with me.”

“Wh-where are we going?”

“Somewhere safe, I promise.”

You hesitated, “Will my parents be there?”

He shut his eyes, “Just come with me, princess.  We can find your parents later.”

You believed him.  So, you took his hand and let him scoop you up into his arms.  You fled your home in the dead of night.  You never saw your parents again.

–

So, here’s the thing about sneaking out of a castle.  It is way the fuck easier to do when you’re a royal assassin than when you’re the woman engaged to the king.  Assassins are supposed to be shifty little shits.  They’re supposed to come and go as they please.  The king’s betrothed, on the other hand, is supposed to sit still, look pretty, have babies, and smile as the king subjugates his people, including her.

You were not having any of that fuckery.

During the day, you played nice- you were the quiet, graceful, virginal lady that everyone in the court expected you to be.  At night, you plotted their goddamned downfall.  Or you snuck out to the village to get wasted.  Or both.

It was a little bit difficult to come up with ways to assassinate the king while you were tipsy, but lord almighty did you try.

Despite the added difficulties brought on by your new status, sneaking out wasn’t a supremely difficult task.  All you really needed was some gold, and a mask to hide your identity.  And also a sword.  For safety.  Other than that, you just needed a modicum of stealth- something you had in metric tones.

It helped that you had bribed the guard in charge of your protection long ago- pretty much as soon as the whole engagement thing had gone down.  Sir Harrington was a sweet guy, a strong knight, and a damn good guard.  You weren’t sure what he was doing serving the king when you first met- then you made the connection.  The man’s parents were rich, high up in the king’s favour, and they had most likely pressured their son into this line of work.  Fuckers.

Harrington almost hadn’t accepted the bribe at first.  It made sense, he didn’t exactly need it.  Then you reminded him that a source of income that his parents couldn’t trace could go a long way.  He’d accepted the bribe after that- and after making you promise to call him Steve.  You agreed, and in exchange allowed him to call you by your name.

And so, Steve it was- and so you could get out and into the village from time to time.  And you did!  Frequently!

And that is precisely how you ended up on your back, in the woods, halfway to the village, with a masked assassin looming over you, and no way to grab the blade strapped to your thigh.  Funny how life works, right?

You probably should have seen it coming.  Most of the king’s previous wives had met their end by way of assassination, you just kind of assumed that you would be married before the attempts on your life started. 

Apparently, you assumed wrong.

As the assassin above you monologued away about your imminent demise (completely unaware that the mask muffled his voice) you prepared yourself for a fight.  The second he paused for air, you kicked him right in the dick.  Immediately, his monologue fell away to pained gasps and groans.   It was fantastic, and you would.  You might have laughed if you had the time for it- but you didn’t.  With your life on the line, you grabbed the assassin’s blade and you fucking ran. 

You just didn’t notice how familiar the knife in your hand actually was.

-

As promised, the strange man- your would-be assassin- took you somewhere safe.  You had fallen asleep in his arms on the way there, and when you woke, you were in a small cottage, curled up next to a roaring fire.  A soft, wool blanket covered your body.  Despite the horror you had just survived, you felt oddly protected.

You sat up cautiously, taking in your new surroundings with wide, slow-blinking eyes.  Wooden beams and wooden walls held up a low ceiling.  On a few of the walls and above the fireplace, bundles of herbs hung drying.  Almost every flat surface you could see was decorated with a mug.  Beneath you, an itchy dark patterned rug stretched out across the floor.  It wasn’t exactly what you were used to, but it was cozy.  You let yourself lie back down across it.  

There were four doors in the house.  Beside one of them, there was a stack of hats.  Behind another, you could hear two voices.

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t do it,” that was the stranger’s voice, “She’s just a little girl, she reminds me of my boy-”

“A boy that you haven’t seen in months,” another man was speaking.  He sounded disappointed.

“I know.  I’m not- I wasn’t meant to be a father.  But that boy has his mother, and this girl has no one.  That’s why I brought her to you.”

“And you want me to raise this girl?”

“No, no, just- find somewhere for her.  Make sure she gets some training.  Make sure she’s safe-”

The voices stopped for a moment.  You heard a sigh, “You never should have joined them.  It was a mistake from the start.  The man you work for-”

“That man promised me enough to support my son and his mother for years.  I did what I had to do.”

“But you still won’t go and see that son.”

“His mother doesn’t want me around.”

Another pause, then, “Fine.  I��ll watch her.  But at least write to him.  The boy needs his father.”

Without another word, the door swung open.  You shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep as the sound of footsteps drew nearer.

-

You were faster than the assassin thought you would be.  The long string of expletives he let out as you pulled ahead of him told you that.  You were actually pretty sure he tripped, though you couldn’t revel in the joy that that brought you.  An even longer string of expletives crossed your mind as you dodged branches and leapt over roots.  This guy just had to make you run, didn’t he?  

Just as your lungs began to burn, the warm lights of the town came into view.  The soft orange glow spilled through the trees.  You let your guard down.  That was a mistake.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, dragging you to the ground.  Panic swirled through your mind, but in a moment of clarity, you managed to bury the knife in the dirt a safe distance from your body so that its blade wouldn’t graze you in the struggle.  Your hand slipped from the hilt as your pursuer twisted your body, pinning your back to the ground.  

“You bastard, let me go-!” you shouted, struggling under the weight of his hold.  As he leaned forward, dark curls spilled from his hood.  Your fist met his face, knocking his mask to the ground.  You looked up for a second- just a split second- and the world froze around you.  His eyes were far too soft for an assassin, far too warm to be the eyes of a killer, and far too familiar for your heart to take.

And yet, he still reached for the knife.

You barely avoided the sting of his blade as he drove it towards your throat.  Metal sunk deep into the earth.  As your would-be assassin moved to strike again, you wrapped your hands around his arm, stopping him.  The dark fabric of his sleeve slipped up beneath your touch revealing a pale patch of skin.  You panicked.  You didn’t think.  The knife was in his grasp, your life was on the line, and you weren’t in the mood to die.  You just turned your head, leaned in, and bit down as hard as you possibly could.

He yelped, throwing himself back enough for you to take advantage.  You moved with his weight, pushing him to the ground and keeping him there with an arm across his shoulders.  You opened your mouth to stop him, to say his name or something, but he cut you off.

“You’re stronger than I thought you’d be, your Highness.”

“You’re-” you choked on a breath, unsure of how to proceed, “You’re so sure of my identity?”

He shrugged, “I saw you leave the palace.”

Fuck.  You must’ve been off your game if you hadn’t noticed him watching.  You coughed, weakly trying to disguise your voice, “Still.  I could have been a maid.  I could have been anything-”

“But you aren’t just anything, are you?  Your Highness?”

His words echoed in your head.  Your Highness.  You flinched internally at the knowledge that you may never be yourself again- not to him, not to anyone.  

“Yeah, okay, fine.  I’m the king’s new pet.  Are you satisfied?” the words left a bad taste in your mouth.

“Not in the slightest,” He tried to push you off of him.  He failed, “It takes more than that to satisfy me.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “I know.”

You kept a palm pressed against his chest, letting it move down to his stomach as you leaned back, reaching for the knife.  You couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu about your position- though if memory served, your roles had been switched.

“You know, do you?  Forgive me, Highness, but I doubt that a woman in your position would know anything about satisfaction.”

Your fingers closed around the hilt of the blade, “You’d be surprised.”

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he stared you down, “Aren’t you noble girls forbidden from knowing any of that shit?”

“Well, yeah,” you sat back up, “But I’m not a noble girl.”

As he opened his mouth to meet your words with a stupid quip, you sat back up and removed your mask.  The man beneath you was stunned into silence.  The colour drained from his face as he took in your now-familiar features.  

“Hi, Eddie.  How are things?”

He said your name, voice shaking slightly, as if the very sound of it terrified him.

“So, how are things?  Any good jobs lately?  Any good kills?”

“Holy shit, what-?”

“It’s good to see that Melissa’s getting some use.  She needs her exercise, y'know?”

He sat up quickly, nearly knocking you off of him in the process, “Sweetheart, what the hell is going on?  What is this?”

“It’s pretty simple, all things considered,” you looked away from him, instead choosing to stare down at your hands.  You couldn’t take those sweet brown eyes.  Not right now, “The king wanted a wife strong enough to keep herself safe.  I’m strong enough to keep myself safe.”

“That- that doesn’t-”

“Well, think about it.  The last few queens have all met some sort of horrible fate, usually at the hands of an assassin,” you gestured between the two of you.

“So he decided to marry an assassin?”

You nodded, still refusing to look him in the eye.

“And… you’re going through with it?  Your life is at risk, y’know?  I almost killed you.  You’re putting yourself in danger, he is putting you in danger and for what?  Wealth?  Power?”

“Heirs, mostly,” you cringed at the thought, “And it’s not like I have a choice, so...”

Silence fell between you.  He brushed his thumb over your skin, returning his other hand to your arm.  Beyond that, he didn’t move.  Neither did you, though you longed to squirm in the discomfort that the quiet brought.  

In your lap, your fingers squeezed around Melissa’s handle.  With anyone else, you’d be preparing to fight or to run again.  With Eddie, you didn’t have to.  The blade remained still between you, a meeting point, the no man’s land between equal forces.  

Around you, the woods sang softly.  The song of crickets overtook the night.  In the warm, far-off light of the village, Eddie’s honey-brown eyes seemed to glow.

“I can’t believe I was ordered to kill you.”

“Did they at least pay well?”

“Oh, absolutely.  It would’ve carried me for at least a year, if not more.”

You bit your lip, “Sorry I stole your kill.”

“Don’t mention it.  I think I owed you one, anyway.”

“Don’t mention it?” you smiled, burying Melissa’s blade in the dirt next to Eddie’s hip, “I think I got the sweeter deal that day.”

“Are you sure?  Because I got the kill, I got a knife, I got bragging rights-”

“And I got to cum.  So-”

“You also got a very nice bottle of poison.”

You hummed, running your hands up his stomach, over his chest, “I told you, I got the better deal.”

His hands slipped up your arms, coming to rest behind your neck.  Your muscles relaxed as he played with a few strands of your hair.

“I assume your future husband doesn’t know?” he whispered, “Of… everything you’ve done?”

You leaned closer to Eddie until your nose brushed his, “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I care what that monster thinks.”

“And the court?”  his tone lowered to something more serious and more concerned with your safety.  As far as royalty went, in this country and in others, kings were free to fuck around, but queens were often met with the harsh realities of finding out.

Despite this, you moved your hips against Eddie’s relishing in the soft moan he let out, “What the court doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

With that, your lips were on his.  Your movements were slow, but not lacking in passion.  You kissed him like there was a fire burning inside of you- an engulfing heat that you could not put out alone.  His touch slipped down to your back, his palms pulling you closer as you moved to cradle his face in your hands.  You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, driven on by both desperate wanting and by fear.

As happy as you were in the moment- and you were, good lord, you were- beneath the surface, you were terrified.  You had been forced into an engagement with a monster whose wives all ended up dead.  It had only been a few days, and already, your life was in danger.  If you survived long enough to get married- and that was a massive if- that marriage was guaranteed to be a torturous charade that ended with your death, the body horror of pregnancy, or both.  In short, you were doomed.  Your only solace was the thought of taking the king out with you- and this.  Whatever this was with Eddie, you had solace in it.  The way Eddie held you like you were something to be treasured, the way he kissed you like that was the only thing he’d ever wanted in his life- that gave you peace.  

You found yourself speeding up as you melted into his hold, letting the world around you fade completely.  Eddie was your only anchor- his fingertips pressed into your body, the warmth of his skin, and his lips on yours were the only things tethering you to the world.  As dangerous as that was, you didn’t mind it in the slightest.  

In fact, you wanted more.

You passed over Eddie’s bottom lip with your tongue, letting your teeth follow after.  He moaned slightly as you bit him, thrusting his hips up to meet yours.  As your tongue slipped into his mouth, his hands grasped onto your shirt.  He needed something to cling to, something to hold as you had your way with him.  You were both burning now, bodies going up in smoke as you let the flames spread, and it still wasn’t enough.  You wanted him.  You wanted him to touch you, to fuck you, to want you.

You pulled away slowly, panting as you did.  Eddie let out a soft whine at the loss, digging his fingers into you as if to keep you with him.  You didn’t go far.  With all the speed you possessed, you removed your travelling cape and reached for the edges of your shirt.  Eddie was quick to catch on, helping you tear the fabric from your body, leaving you bare before him.

The forest air was cold, lifting goosebumps on your skin.  You pressed yourself closer to Eddie, desperate to cling to the warmth he provided.  He stopped you, holding you in place a few inches away from him.  Your eyes fell to his, confused at his intentions until you realized what exactly he was looking at.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re beautiful.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before he shifted downward slowly.  Your heart raced in your chest as his hands came down to hold your ribs.  His grip was firm, keeping you steady as his soft lips brushed over your skin.  He was so close to your breasts, so close to where you needed him, but he didn’t quite move there until he asked, “Is this okay?”

You took his face in your grasp and brought his lips to yours, kissing him as hard as you possibly could.  Heat burned at your core as your want for him made itself known between your thighs.  Every part of you cried out for him- every cell, every nerve burning with desire.  You pulled back, and let your forehead rest against his.  Your fingers stroked nonsense patterns into his skin.

“It’s more than okay.”

A devious smile crossed his face.  Almost immediately, his lips were on you again, though this time he was less gentle.  His teeth bit at the soft flesh of your breast, clamping down hard enough to make you gasp and writhe, but not enough to leave incriminating marks.  

One of his arms wrapped around your waist so he could pull you closer.  His new vantage point let him bury his face in your skin, giving him more space to mark you in places that only the two of you would see.  Small crescents dotted your skin as you let him turn your body into art.  His other hand came up to your right breast, brushing his thumb over your nipple so he could watch you squirm in his lap.  

The feeling of his long, calloused fingers was quickly growing familiar to you, but tonight there was something new.  Big silver bands covered his fingers- rings that he hadn’t worn the first time you’d met.  You liked them on an aesthetic level, but more than that, the feeling of the skin-warm metal against your chest left you moaning and shaking in place.  You wondered what they would feel like pressed against your cunt, with his fingers deep inside of you.

“God,” when he spoke, you could feel his breath against your skin, “I can’t believe I almost killed you tonight.  Holy shit.”

“You’re-” you let out a soft whine as Eddie bit you again, “Your face is buried in my boobs and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

He looked up at you, eyes wide, “I can hear your heartbeat down here.  I don’t want it to stop.”

“Oh,” you whispered, “That’s really sweet, stop that.”

“No,” he pressed his mouth back to your skin.  You could feel the smile on his lips as he spoke against you, “I’m glad you kicked my ass today.  I’m glad I’m still bad at using your knife-”

“Melissa.”

“Melissa.  I’m glad that I didn’t hurt you-”

“Could you have actually hurt me?  I’m not so sure about that-”

“One of these days, we’ll spar it out, princess.  For now, though, I’m just glad that you’re still breathing-”

“Oh my god,” blood burned beneath your face as you flushed with embarrassment.  You’d had about as much of this sugar-sweet nonsense as you could take, “I need you to lie down and shut up now.”

“You’ll have to make me, fair lady-”

“Well, yeah,” you pushed him back, grabbing his jaw with one hand to make him look at you, “That’s kind of the plan.”

“Oh.”

It was his turn to blush.  His cheeks took on a sweet, red hue as you adjusted yourself just enough to remove your pants.  When you looked back at him, Eddie’s eyes were wide and wanting.  His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he watched you.  He was practically drooling over you- and fuck, was that a boost to your ego.

“Oh god,” he whispered, “You’re so-”

“Yeah, I’m gorgeous, I’m aware.”

He smiled, running his hands past your hips to your waist, “You may be aware, but I still want to say it.”

“Aw, well, thank you,” you leaned down, pressing another kiss to his lips.  You moved to pull away, but he placed a palm flat on the back of your neck, keeping you still.  

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he said into the kiss, “Just let me savour this.”

“What, you don’t kiss naked women while they lie on top of you every other day?”

“Women and men, baby, but none of them are quite like you.”

You rolled your eyes and thrust your hips against his, “You’re ridiculous.  Now come on, help me get your pants off.”

He obeyed, freeing his cock and removing his shirt with endearing enthusiasm.  It almost made you wonder what else he would do if you asked- but you were far too distracted by the body beneath you.

Eddie was muscular but lean.  His pale arms and chest were covered with various tattoos that you would’ve spent hours studying- if it weren’t for his cock.  He was long, thick, and painfully hard.  You could see the veins running up his length.  You were desperate to know how they would feel beneath your fingers.  He was beautiful- and you desperately wanted him inside of you.

“Like what you see, princess?” his voice brought your attention right back to his eyes.  You’d gotten distracted, and he’d noticed.

“I- uh-” your brain hummed with a thousand things to say as your blood boiled beneath your skin.  ‘I want you to fuck me.’  ‘I need your cock inside me right now or I’m going to scream.’  ‘Please, sir, will you fuck me?’  None of them felt right, so you just told him to shut up.  That seemed to please him more than anything you could’ve come up with.

“Sounds like I took your breath away, sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you muttered, spitting into your palm.  You didn’t go all the way, though.  You only reached down far enough to let your touch hover near his hip- centimetres

 from where he needed you.

“Are you- are you sure you want this?”

He looked at you as if you’d lost your mind, but when he spoke, his voice was sweet, “Yeah, I want this.  I want you, sweetheart.  Now can you touch me, please?”

“Please?” you repeated.  Reassured and smiling, you rut your hips against him again, “Oh, you’re such a good boy.”

“Fuck-!” he hissed, “I didn’t think you’d be so cruel.”

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised, Munson,” you wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking him up and down so you could watch his eyes roll back, “I am an assassin.”

You sped up your movements, savouring his whimpers and moans.  Pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock, and you wordlessly wicked it away.  He arched his back, driving himself into your hand as you leaned in close to him, “When I say I’m gonna kill you, it means I’m gonna kill you.”

“Kill me then,” his voice cracked as you traced one of his veins with your thumb, “Please, please kill me.”

You pressed your lips to his, kissing him quickly.   With your free hand, you quickly prepared yourself, sliding two fingers inside as you got into position over him.  He watched with wide eyes as you stretched open over him, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt. 

Taking him was an achingly slow process.  Your tight walls struggled to accommodate his size.  You found yourself drowning in a mix of sharp pain and mind-numbing pleasure.  Beneath you, Eddie tilted his head back with a loud moan, exposing the pale column of his neck to your waiting lips.  You didn’t hesitate to cover his throat with small purple bruises, biting and kissing every inch of skin that you could reach.  

“Fuck-” he breathed, voice straining as you sunk your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot, “You’re taking me so well, princess.  You’re so fucking warm- so fucking tight-”

“I don’t know if that’s the case,” you panted, your breath hot against his neck, “I think it’s more that you’re fucking huge.”

You both moaned as your hips finally met his, his cock finding the deepest point inside of you.  For a moment, you remained still on top of him, savouring the stretch of him against your walls.  

Your nails scratched angry red lines down his chest as you sat up, catching your breath.  Eddie’s fingers dug into your hips, kneading a comforting pattern into your skin.  His eyes devoured the sight of you on top of him as you began to move.

The pace you set was brutal and entirely unforgiving.  The sound of skin on skin echoed through the trees.  Your fingers dug into the dirt beside his head as you drove yourself down.  He let you take control of him, watching with those pretty eyes as he disappeared into your cunt.

Your thighs grew slick with your arousal.  You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge with every drag of Eddie’s cock inside of you.  His fingers slipped down to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it.  You clenched down around him, and when you moaned out his name, he smiled.

“Keep clenching down on me like that and I-” he cut himself off with the sweetest moan you had ever heard, “I won’t last long.”

“Neither will I- fuck- keep touching me, please.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

He kept his word.  His touch grew faster until you were a sweating, panting mess.  Soft whimpers escaped your lips as you rode him.  Your fingers clenched to fists in the dirt.  For the first time in a while, thoughts of your impending doom were far from your mind.  All you could think of was the man beneath you- of his pleasure, and of yours.

You could feel yourself spiralling towards the edge.  Your walls tightened around him of their own accord as you got closer.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, “You’re- you’re gonna make me cum, fuck-”

Eddie’s other hand moved up your side, his eyes peering deep into your own.  When he spoke, the sound was so soft that you almost missed it, “Do it.  Cum for me, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

“You- you’ve got me.  Fuck-”

“I’ve got you.”

You collapsed over his chest, falling onto him as you came.  His heart raced beneath your ears as he kept thrusting his hips into yours.  His grip returned to your sides, his palms pressed flush against your skin, his fingers digging in deep.  A small whimper escaped you as he fucked up into your body, almost driving you to the point of overstimulation.

Eddie let out a soft pant.  His fingers dug into your flesh as he whispered, “Fuck- fuck, you felt so good.  ‘M gonna cum soon.”

“Shit,” you whispered, “Okay, okay, you can’t cum inside me, shit-”

You pulled yourself off of his cock just in time to watch as Eddie spilled his release over your thighs and his stomach.  You bit your lip as the boy’s eyes rolled back in his head, as curse after curse slipped from him.  As soon as he’d finished, his gaze returned to yours.

He reached up, running his thumb over your cheek.  You leaned into his touch, so much so that you collapsed back onto the ground beside him.  Eddie’s fingers slipped up, tangling in your hair as you let your head rest on his shoulder.

“God,” your voice was so quiet, Eddie had to strain to hear it, “I didn’t think you would look so pretty when you came.  I should make you do that more often.”

You could feel his laughter vibrate in his chest.  The smile on his face blinded you.  

“You’ve found my only weakness!” he exclaimed, somehow keeping his voice quiet, “Flattery!”

You rolled your eyes, incapable of hiding the grin on your face, “Careful, now.  I might have to use that against you.”

“Good.”

You and Eddie fell quiet, oddly comfortable for a couple lying on the forest floor.  You could have fallen asleep then and there, safe in his arms, away from the nightmare that the world had become.

Slowly, he sat up and reached for the pile of discarded clothes.  Before you could move to follow him, Eddie grabbed what he needed and returned to your side.  A black handkerchief wove itself between his fingers, a dark void against his pale moonlit skin.  You watched, nearly hypnotized, as he wrapped the fabric around his knuckles and reached out for your knee.  

He looked at you, his eyes darting from yours to your cum covered thighs.  When you nodded, the tips of his fingers traced down your soft skin.  He cleaned you carefully, allowing you to lie back as he brushed the smooth material over your legs.

“Shit, Munson,” you whispered, “I think I like you.”

“That’s good, I’d be a little concerned if you didn’t.”

You scoffed, sitting up and threading your fingers into his hair, “Yeah, I like you.  I like you a lot, Munson,” you paused for a second, pulling him closer to you and leaning in just as far.

“Hey,” you whispered, “Is there any chance that you want to help me kill the king?”

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“Hey there, little princess,” a hand gave your shoulder a gentle shake, “I need you to wake up for a second.”

Your tiny eyes blinked open as you sat up off the carpet.  The warmth of the fire and the stress of the day had sent you into a quick and uneasy sleep.

“Where’s my mom?” you whispered, words slurred with your exhaustion.

“I- I’m going to go find her, alright?  But I need you to stay here for now.  You can do that for me, yes?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he reached down, taking a knife from his belt.  To you, the short blade was a sword, “Take this.  It’ll keep you safe.”

Your hands shied away from the weapon.  You shrunk back slightly, trying to appear uneasy but brave instead of scared.  The stranger took note of it, regardless, softening the expression on his face in an attempt to appear softer- less threatening.  

“Come on, kid.  It’s just a knife.  You’ll learn to use it, I promise.”

You continued to hesitate.  The stranger clung to his patience, digging his fingers into his palms.

“She can be your friend,” he finally whispered, “She can look after you.”

Finally, you reached out, your tiny fingers curling around the heavy hilt of the knife.

“What’s her name?”

The stranger was at a bit of a loss.  He froze, eyes wide as you took the blade from his hands, “Uh… Melissa?”

It was more of a question than an answer, but you accepted it.  The little blade was yours.  It did as the stranger said it would.  Until you met Eddie Munson, she kept you safe.

[aresrambles]

Awesome, I’m glad you approve 😊 can I have sfw fluff for Dabi, Tomura, hawks and toga dating an affectionate princess from another country that dotes on them and that whenever they are or the whole league in danger or running from the law she would invite them to her castle where the guards instead of showing hostility towards them, they respect them?

dabi, tomura, hawks and toga dating a princess who keeps them out of harms way

tags: fluff, x f!reader, blood mention in toga’s (840 words)

a/n: i not super chuffed with how this turned out but i hope it’s ok!

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Dabi

Dabi takes full advantage of your kindness when you cross paths, although admittedly he felt nothing for you the first few times you had met. Shigaraki simply mentioned to him how he knew someone that could keep them hidden after a mission had gone horribly wrong. That's all you were, a pawn to get revenge in the long term and to stay safe in the meanwhile.

What he didn't count on, however, was the affection you had shown him throughout his frequent staying. From insisting on tending to his wounds personally, when everyone knew damn well there was an excellent medical team on sight, to ordering an abundance of carefully arranged delicacies to his room, Dabi had long ago dropped his abrasive persona when alone with you.

It was the one place that he, dare say, felt safe. Not even your guards dared to look him in the eye, instead allowing him onto the castle grounds after a quick pat-down. It was out of the question for Dabi to hurt you, but he had to respect what the security went through to keep you safe. Someone that risked their lives housing villains under their roof, princess or not, was constantly under threat.

Shigaraki

Shigaraki's claim over dating a princess is one that is on the tip of his tongue constantly. He's obsessed with the fact that he's managed to make you his, and isn't shy about showing it off.

Despite having the obvious riches that come alongside being royalty, Tomura is hellbent on presenting you with anything and everything he can get his hands on. It troubles you a little, knowing very well that these items were either stolen or bought with dirty money, however he's determined not to ever show up to your elegant home empty-handed. Of course, with treasures that could only be befitting for a princess such as yourself.

"Tomura," You giggle, eyeing the necklace he shakily tried to clasp together behind you. "Where'd this come from?" He only smiles eerily in response and nuzzles his nose against the nape of your neck. "You don't need to worry about that- just consider it a thank you for keeping us safe." You tell yourself that this isn't a bribe if it's from your boyfriend, and relax your body back against his. "You know, I think the guards are getting suspicious of how often I tell them to leave us be." You smile, turning around to face him. Tomura leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your nose before speaking up again.

"They can be suspicious all they want. I'm on the verge of just secretly taking you back to mine."

Toga

Toga's infatuation with you had started the very first time you met. She's well aware of the fact that many people find her to be a overbearing, perhaps even a little crazy, but you didn't seem taken aback by her antics at all. Instead, you meet her inquisitive personality with your own interest and engaged in one of the most empathetic conversations she had ever partaken in. You truly had made effort to make her feel understood.

From that moment on, she became obsessed with you. She was, of course, always teetering on the edge of sourcing a little blood from you, but it was wholly difficult given the circumstances. Despite you yourself not minding, your security was steadfast in their decision to not let any harm befall you. It took them a while to understand Toga's behaviour, but once they did, she was allowed to come and go as she pleased. That didn't mean however that she was allowed to extract any blood from you.

Regardless of that fact, you two often spent summers together with her at your castle, enjoying your youth. You gave Toga the opportunity to truly feel like a kid again, and it's something that she simply cannot forget.

Hawks

Your initial encounter with Keigo was at a party thrown by the Hero Commission in Japan. There were plenty of international royals and other important government parties present, however the one to catch his eye was you.

You wore a soft baby blue gown, hugging you in all the right places; Keigo was unable to tear his gaze away from the sight before him. This didn’t escape you, as you used it to your full advantage, greeting the hero with a radiant smile. A touch on his shoulder, a mischievous joke here and there. You had him hooked.

Now, a couple of years down the line, you two had become an item. Kept under wraps from everyone else, you enjoyed each others company any free moment you had. Of course, being a princess was full of its own duties and Keigo was as busy as ever, but this didn’t stop the growing romance between you. Your nights, however busy the days had become, consisted of napping at the palace.

Keigo had his own room but there was no use for it, as he was in yours so often.

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

In regards to the high school Au, Gil meeting a shy yet pretty girl that he likes. What would he do to win her heart?

Hello, anon! I'm glad you enjoyed the high school AU. This will be an interesting continuation...TIME TO GO IN GUNS BLAZING!!

btw i made the reader insert character gender neutral so then it feels more like a dating sims game. :3

note: this is going to be a bit ooc (crackfic maybe)

Student Gilgamesh Developing a Crush (High School Au)

- Bored, Gilgamesh sips his wine on the school roof as usual; gorging himself in a specially-reserved bento box. He liked it up above, where he could just rest, instead of dominating the school so fiercely.

- When he hears the sound of pattering footsteps traipsing across his sacred grounds, anger thunders down on his face. "To think that such a foolish mongrel would have the nerve to entrench themselves upon my resting area...How dare you-" The words freeze in his throat, as he catches sight of you.

- From your posture, to the expression on your face...Gilgamesh was ensnared within the thorns of captivation!

- "E-err...sorry about that." You bow politely, as wind billows through your beautiful strands of hair, eyes blossoming like the finest of flowers. "You see, I just like to sit here too sometimes." Albeit being rather nervous, you bravely spoke up for yourself, which he liked. "I mean, I can leave if you'd like but I like this place too-" His brusque red eyes catch you off guard, as you duck your head in agony; twiddling your fingers.

- He was so scary!! As you fluctuated between wanting to leave and wanting to stay (because its not as if Gilgamesh owns the school roof or anything), his hands suddenly grip yours- as he pulls you towards him with all the force of a bull.

- "How adorable...how utterly enthralling you are! I never expected to witness such a fine beauty upon these school grounds." Gilgamesh has already latched into his hardcore flirting mode, leaning in awkwardly close to your face. "Mongrel. Tell me your name. NOW."

- Eyes wide with shock, you reluctantly tell him your name, only for him to proclaim that you shall have his interest from now on. "Although you are a beauty, you are naught but a mongrel. If you catch my eye from now on as well, so be it!" He tries to play it cool, but is actually much more interested than he wants to let on. "Take this land for yourself. I have no need for it anymore."

-As he leaves- face beaming with joy- an ominous pit of worry pools in your stomach. You knew the rumors all to well- of how Gilgamesh was pretty tough work, relentless once interested; and the tales of all the people who he had left broken and rejected. 'I'd better pick a god and pray...'

- However, you are greatly surprised by how tame his approach is at first (let's just say that he can be quite a nuisance at times). Besides from randomly slotting the occasional gift atop your desk, and winking whenever you passed him by; Gilgamesh was pacing himself for once.

- Once you nervously asked your friends about this, they reassured you that he wasn't always quite so hardcore as he seemed. "He only pops off once he's fully invested! All the best," Your stomach churned slightly at the idea of that. The amount of expert knowledge they had on his movements were insane. Everybody treated him like a local celebrity!!

- However, all things drastically change once he crosses paths with you during Sports Ed. Bunking off yet another class deemed too banal to entertain him, he strolls through school grounds- only to catch sight of your legs trembling as you parry the horrible sports ed teacher's serves; tears dropping from your eyes- as other students watch blankly on, hoping to avoid eye contact with the situation altogether.

- Once the teacher picks his next unfortunate target, Gilgamesh is surprised to see you rush to the back; only to be taken aback by the next sight lying before him.

- Helping take care of students injured by your demonic excuse for a Sports Ed teacher, you mouth words of encouragement to them, despite clearly shaking with fear yourself. Despite being extremely shy and scared, it seemed as if you were trying desperately to support others, as well.

- "Hoh..." Now he was certainly interested. Slinking back to his private zone, Gilgamesh vows to conduct a little more research on a certain asshole Sports Ed teacher...

- Luck seems to strike the pan, for another huge encounter occurs once he bumps into you at the shoe lockers. The sun slowly sinks across the horizon; dappling the world around you in a bright orange light.

- "You've been evading me so skillfully lately, mongrel. Have my divine offerings been to your liking?" Leaning against your locker, he grins mischievously at you; red irises dancing with amusement.

- "T-the chocolates were nice...but I'm fine without any gifts. So you don't have to bring them anymore." Hugging your plastered hands to your chest, you lower your head. Now just wasn't the time, you were already drained for the day. "I have to go, sorry..."

- Now that was a surprise. Usually people would be dying for his attention, not evading him like this! However, this was exactly to Gilgamesh's liking oh my god. Leaning forwards, he's just about to attempt to set your heart aflutter with some cheesy adages until...

- The Sports Ed teacher bursts in, eyes brimming with rage. "Y/N!!! WHY ARE YOU LATE? All that talk about 'i want to protect my friends', and then you can't even come to club on time, huh? You freaking coward!" By this time, the teacher is gripping you by the arms, as scared tears drop from your eyes, expression frightened.

- Eyes narrowing with disgust, Gilgamesh stares at the events unfurling before him. His research had uncovered a great deal of trash on this teacher, who was infamous for training students way past their limits; bullying them severely for not fitting his ridiculous standards.

- Grabbing the teacher by the scruff of his neck, Gilgamesh forcefully pulls him away from your quivering figure. "How pathetic a troglodyte you are, to be treating your fellow mongrels with such disdain. " Gilgamesh all but hisses into the teacher's ears. "You leave me no choice but to punish you."

- "Punish me? Who the hell do you think you are, you bastard?! I'll suspend you for touching me!" The teacher slaps Gilgamesh's palm away, as you watch them with terror. Things were getting ugly, and fast.

- "I'm Gilgamesh. Remember the name, mongrel- especially once I've casted your meagre buttocks out of this estate." Unveiling his golden-plated phone, a horrifying gleam lights in his eyes as he reveals a huge list of the teacher's misdemeanors. "I know what pathetic things you've been up to...and about your abuse of power. Not that I'd usually care, mind you." However, the teacher had the gall to threaten you. Which basically meant that he was now dead meat?! he was gonna destroy him XD

- Worried, you step in before Gilgamesh can unleash one of his terrifying bribes upon the teacher. "W-wait, Gilgamesh!" As he turns to you-shocked that you'd address him by name, you smile. "I-I think we should have him legally fired instead...but that's just me..." That way, he'd never be able to become a teacher again.

- "Hoh, how kind-hearted of you. Well, I shall honor your rather pitiable request once." Gilgamesh shoos off the bewildered teacher, who looks confusedly between you both. "Fate has bestowed you with generous luck today; you pathetic excuse for a teacher. Depart the premises at once!"

- However, the teacher is extremely prideful; and lunges to attack Gilgamesh- flying so wildly off the mark that he legitimately crashes into the teacher's office nearby. Which alerts all of the teachers of the ensuing scuffle. Which then results in you having to bravely explain the situation...which ends up with the teacher being MIRACULOUSLY FIRED ON THE SPOT?!!!!

- It was as if this chain of events was perfectly orchestrated. As you look towards him with both a mixture of awe and fear, he heartily laughs. "Fuhahaha! Let's just say that Lady Luck favors me quite greatly." That was a lie. Gilgamesh knew much more than he was letting on.

- "Thank you." For the first time, you truly smiled at him; sunlight beaming down on your face. "For a scary tyrant, you can be really helpful sometimes." Those were not the words he was expecting to hear at all! Coughing awkwardly, Gilgamesh puts on a mask of nonchalance to avoid his burgeoning feelings. You weren't meant to say that!!!

- "Fuhn, I wasn't doing it to help you, nor the other pathetic mongrels that troglodyte was bullying. Don't get cocky, lowlife." And with that he was gone, as you waved goodbye.

romancing bit (?!!)

- Seeing as Gilgamesh is now very interested in you, he will most likely make sure to cross paths with you as often as possible; saying all sorts of cheesy and flirty things. He sits with you during break, loudly sipping wine by your side as other students look on with amazement. He also leaves letters and gifts by your desk everyday. The letters are eerily direct, proclaiming ominous things such as 'we shall wed...'

- Overall, he is overzealous and extremely headstrong in his approach, not giving you enough time to breathe. However if you tell him that you feel overwhelmed by his actions, he reconsiders them briefly...only to go over-the-top in different ways instead; hoping that you'll be pleased by his advances. I think Gilgamesh needs to learn more about self-restraint here.

- He'll probably want to take you to many places as well, and try and bowl you over with limited edition experiences; things that are beyond your wildest dreams. He's probably also going to get very serious as well by increasing the time he spends by your side considerably. Expect to see him everyday from now on, too!

- Is he the type to do a shoujo-manga style entrance to sweep you off your feet? Yes. He does helicopter landings every now and then, thrusting a bouquet at you. He also hires people to serenade you at times, much like something out of a romantic novel; and loves seeing your surprised reactions.

- He will get quite pushy at times, so it's recommended to alert him if you're not enjoying it. In his eyes, the two of you are as good as close contemporaries now.

- Exasperated, he finally decides to ask "Mongrel. What is it that you desire? Anything you shall wish for will be in your hands." He's absolutely convinced that he can do anything to win you over. However when you reply with a simple, "...I'd like some help with my studies!" as your adorable cheeks flush with determination, he sighs. There was no winning over you with conventional means. Yet, he is also spurred on by the challenge.

- "Although your response is a terribly common one, I'll oblige you." He certainly will. "With my expertise, you'll be acing all of your classes from now on!" When a color-coded, detailed guide on all of your subjects lands on your desk the next day, as Gilgamesh smiles smugly at you.

- As you flick through the pages, you see detailed notes on all the things you don't understand, and are quite shocked by the quality level of this. "T-this is amazing!" You gasp. "How did you do this?!"

- "I have my sources." He really did. "Mongrel. From now on, I shall stand by your side. Do not hesitate to call upon my assistance if need be." And with that, his word is final.

- I have a feeling that once he likes someone, he'll hold onto them quite tightly, and will do as much as he can to impress them; going out of his way to win their heart.

[amintyworld]

You Just Need To Smile - Dream SMP TEA AU

A/N: Welcome to another oneshot for an AU from @dreamsmp-au-ideas - this time it’s their The Egg Administration AU. We’ve got Corrupted Tommy here folks! For better context, please check out the AU on their blog, it’s so good guys! Anyway, Hope you enjoy! - Minty

TW: Blood/gore, threats of death, major character near death, panic attack(?), cursing (tell me if I need to tag anything else!)

Summary: Wilbur won’t give up on getting through to Tommy so easily.

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As Wilbur crept deeper into the cave, his heart felt heavy. A single sword hung off his back, the air thick and heavy. Sweat dripped down his brow at the humidity as he entered the room he began to know so well - the air grew thicker with the spores. Wilbur moved quickly before he tripped over a particularly thick blood vine. The light was dim from the scattered torches as Wilbur’s eyes adjusted to the light, and he began to walk towards the Egg where he knew a certain person was standing guard. 

“So you’ve come into the lion’s den, huh?” Wilbur whipped around to notice Schlatt, hands behind his back with Punz and Quackity by his side, weapons drawn. “No armor to protect you, no potions or apples to regen, no pearls to escape…” His lips turned up into a smirk. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, Wilbur?”

“Shut up, Schlatt. I’m here to see Tommy.” Wilbur threw over his shoulder. Wilbur could hear Schlatt’s chilling laugh echo throughout the cave walls. He jumped down as he walked beside him, waving Punz and Quackity away with a flick of his hand. “Tommy, huh? This’ll be too good to miss.”

Wilbur knew, logically, that there was no way to tell if it could work - from what he’d heard, talking with him in this state did little to help, even angered him more. But that doesn’t mean Wilbur wasn’t willing to try. He’d try anything, do anything for him. Despite what Technoblade and Fundy insisted he wouldn’t give up on him when the kid stood by him and helped him during the darkest days of his entire life. Wilbur loved Tommy and cared for him so much, nothing, absolutely nothing could stand in the way between them that Wilbur wouldn’t conquer, wouldn’t cheat and bribe and fight his way through inch by inch.

Tommy, the kid whose laugh and smile could light up an entire room. Tommy, who stole the most random objects from everyone just because he could. Tommy, who was so loyal and always ready for a fight. Tommy, who loved his friends and family and most of all, L’manburg.

As Wilbur slowly approached closer to the Egg, he knew immediately that this wasn’t his Tommy. His eyes were angered, pained, the mischievous spark that would always land him in trouble completely gone. His hair was oddly neat and combed instead of his messy blonde mop, his green bandana that hung around his neck gone. The black gloves Wilbur gave him so long ago to stop the teen from building calluses with how tightly he gripped his sword disappeared. Even the scratches and scars that adorned his face were gone, the stories and funny memories and battles all lost with an instant health potion. A dark cloak with crimson red stitches around the edges, a white T-Shirt with jeans tainted red. Tommy’s eyes glowed a deep crimson red that sent silent threats over toward Wilbur as he slowly moved closer.

The one thing that was so wrong about Tommy that bothered Wilbur the most - his mouth always set in a thin line. Wilbur can’t remember the last time he saw Tommy smile since he was taken. Wilbur missed seeing Tommy smile and laugh and throw curse words back and forth while he tried to act so much older and puff his chest out with overconfidence. Tommy’s voice was slightly angered. “Don’t take another step.”

“Tommy, it’s me. It’s Wilbur. Your brother.”

“I don’t have a brother,” Tommy said, sword still up and ready for battle.

“I’m your family.”

“Manburg is my family now.” Tommy insisted, pointing his sword threateningly at Wilbur. “And you’re nothing more than a traitor.”

“No, Tommy, please-” Wilbur said, holding up his hands in a sort of surrender as he stepped closer, only for Tommy to charge and quickly strike his side. Wilbur’s breath hitched in pain as he doubled over, catching himself before he fell. “I won’t fight you.”

“Then you’re weak.” Tommy spat like venom. Tommy quickly moved toward the side for another strike, and Wilbur’s pain whimpers echoed throughout the cavern. “A ruler who’s too much of a pussy to strike a blow against the enemy. Someone who always cared more about the country than the people in it.” He growled, and Wilbur’s heart sank.

“I get it, Tommy. You’re mad.” Wilbur said through pained breaths. “I made some really stupid mistakes, I know I fucked up.” A few tears trickled down Wilbur’s cheeks. “I messed up and you didn’t deserve that and I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. But I love you so much, Tommy, I love you too much to leave you, not like this.”

Tommy hesitated for a moment at Wilbur’s words, the red in his eyes fading for a second before they became darker. “I’ll kill you…” Tears of emotion spilled down Tommy’s cheeks. “I’ll fucking kill you!” He leaped toward Wilbur as Wilbur just closed his eyes, bracing for impact. But it never came. He opened his eyes to find Ranboo and Tubbo pinning Tommy’s arms to the ground as he kicked and struggled, eyes filled with rage as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Let go of me, let me kill him! He deserves to die!”

Fundy was at Wilbur’s side, letting Wilbur lean on him for support. “Dad, we need to get out of here. Come on.”

Wilbur’s body struggled to stand, his legs getting weaker. He looked over to Tommy, yelling, almost screaming with tears streaming down his cheeks. The sight utterly broke Wilbur’s heart. Right at that moment, Wilbur knew what Tommy needed more than anything. “No. Guys, let him go.”

“Wilbur, no. Are you crazy?!” Tubbo shouted, panicked.

“Please, Tubbo.”

Fundy looked over at him in concern, and Wilbur rubbed his thumb over his son’s paw in a bit of comfort. “He just needs to smile.” He said, moving slowly, pushing through the pain to move toward Tommy. Tubbo and Ranboo eventually lost their grip as Tommy picked up his abandoned sword, rushing towards Wilbur, tears in his eyes. “I hate you!” He yelled, his sword spearing through Wilbur’s chest. Wilbur wrapped his arms around Tommy, pulling him into a hug that Tommy quickly tried to get away from, struggling against Wilbur’s grip. “I hate you, I hate you, I…” Tommy couldn’t seem to find the words anymore as he sobbed. Wilbur just pulled him closer, ignoring the pain.

“You… you just need to smile.” Wilbur managed, his hands finding themselves in Tommy’s hair as Wilbur clung to him and held him closely. Tommy’s sword dropped to the floor with a clang as Wilbur rubbed his back in comfort. “It’s okay, Tommy. It’s okay, shhh…”

For a few moments, all that could be heard was sobbing and Wilbur’s loving reassurances. Then, Wilbur heard Tommy’s voice, raw and hurt and scared, oh so scared. “W-Wilbur…?”

“Tommy...” Wilbur said in relief, his eyes welling up with tears. He felt his body go limp as his adrenaline wore off, his world fading to black as he fell backward, Tommy struggling to catch Wilbur as he fell to the floor. A pool of blood was beginning to form as Tommy looked down to notice the multiple deep stab wounds and cuts littering Wilbur’s chest, wounds he made, hurt he caused.

Tommy looked down at the scene, at what he’d done, and screamed Wilbur’s name, dropping to his knees, his body shaking, tears running down his cheeks. Shit... shit shit shit, what have I done?! Fundy quickly moved to his side, shouting orders as Ranboo searched his inventory for potions and Tubbo ripped off bits of his coat to make some makeshift bandages. He looked so pale, he wasn’t moving. No, nononononono NO-!

Suddenly, a glitched voice cut through his thoughts as he backed up, beginning to panic until his back hit the Egg, and a familiar static began to fill his head that sent chills down his spine.

Look at what you did, Tommy. Don’t you want to go back to sleep?

[genshinfanboy]

A night full of teasing and romance.

| Hello. This will be my second writing. As I said for my Xiao scenario this one will my favorite Fatui member Childe. This one will once again be a GN! Reader feel free to change the pronouns to fit what you identify as. There may be a few spoilers of things released before the newest update so be aware of that. Please enjoy.

Childe x GN! Reader.

Warning: slight angst.

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(Y/N) was taking a walk around Liyue with Childe and Paimon. It was late in afternoon so Liyue was starting to light the city up with lanterns. "Hey Childe I've been curious a about something for awhile now." They said asked they walked beside the harbinger. Child glanced over with a playful smile. "Oh really~? You thinking that's quite the rare sight to behold. That's more rare than the infamous Cocogoat." Childe happily teased. He gave a little laugh amused by his comment. He noticed how they pouted at his response. It was a bit cute he had to admit. "Can't you let me live that down already?" They groaned putting a hand to their face. Paimon was giving the male a glare. "Hey (Y/N) thinks a lot more than you're giving them credit for. Paimon is sure you've had dumb moments as well Childe! They are almost as smart as Paimon!" Paimon interjected. She crossed her arms with a small glare. Childe started laughing when he heard the reply from the flying mascot. "Paimon you're not that smart." (Y/N) mumbled. "You couldn't even figure out Kaeya's riddles when he sent us as bait for those treasure hoarders. Actually I've noticed that you've never helped with any riddles." (Y/N) said with an eye roll. Childe listened to their banter with an amused smile. He found their conversation amusing from how much they went back and forth. "Hey Paimon why don't you get some food? I want to talk to (Y/N) for a moment." Childe said holding out a small pouch of mora for her. She didn't need anymore information. She took the more and flew off. (Y/N) looked at Childe confused. "Is everything alright Childe?" They asked. He gave them a smile in return. "Of course. I just don't want the conversation getting sidetracked again. You said that you were curious about something and I want to know what it is." He answered. They blushed a bit in embarrassment. How could they forget they said that. "My bad sorry. I'm just curious if you have someone that you like? You always seem preoccupied with something on your that I started wondering if you liked someone." They explained. Childe got a smirk as an idea came to his mind. This was a perfect opportunity to tease the other. They make it way to mess with them. "How about we play a little game to see if I will tell you or not? If you win the game then I will tell you everything you want to know about that topic. If I win then you have to tell me all about your crush. That is if you're not scared of that arrangement." He said with a slight smirk. He knew they would take the provocation. He saw how they started contemplating their choice. It was definitely cute when they were deep in thought. "Fine but I get to choose the game!" (Y/N) said. They were even more curious about his answer since he was making them work for it. They took a deep breath hoping they wouldn't regret this. They had a massive crush on the Fatui member but were unsure if they could trust him still. What happened to Venti is still in their mind. They had to make sure they didn't lose.

Childe gave a laugh at their determination. "What are we doing? Perhaps you are doing this because you fell in love with me?" He asked stepping a bit closer to their personal bubble. He had lowered his normal tone slightly. The more intimidated they were the more likely they would mess up. (Y/N) stepped back a bit trying not to blush. "It's not like that at all. I'm just curious. We should have a race to the Fatui bank!" They said faking confidence. Their cheeks were becoming red with a blush. Childe put his hand out for you to shake on it. "Deal." He said they took his hand. Then he noticed Paimon return. "There's Paimon. She can be the judge. That way we won't have to worry about a tie." He pointed out. (Y/N) quickly explained what they needed Paimon to do. They bribed her with the thought of Sticky Honey Roast, the next time the two were in Monstadt. They took a deep breath to calm their nerves. They were at in the middle of the Harbor. The two got into a starting position. "Would it make you jealous if I said I liked someone?" Childe said after the count down. Their feelings toward him were a bit obvious. He just wanted them to admit it out loud. It was also an attempt to catch them off guard. He started running towards the bank. He noticed (Y/N) take a different route than him. (Y/N) was definitely blushing a dark red from the comment but they couldn't lose. They decided to climb some walls in order to get to the bank. Their heart was racing when they got to the stairs. They weren't sure if it was from the running or if it was from Childe's comment when they got to the top of the stairs they noticed Childe slightly behind them. They quickly picked up the pace. "Great job (Y/N) you barely beat Childe!" Paimon exclaimed happily. "Paimon knew you could do it. So what was this race for anyways?" She tilted her head in curiosity. Childe walked over and messed up their hair. "Good job. Looks like my tactics didn't work. That was pretty impressive." He complimented. He saw their face cover in a blush. He gave a small laugh. "Meet me down at the port in an hour and I'll give you the answers you want. Though do come without Paimon. It should a conversation between just the two of us." Childe said giving them a wink. "I have some matters to attend so I'll see you later." He gave a wave and walked into the bank. (Y/N) quickly hid their face. They let out a sigh of relief but still had a bad feeling about meeting him alone at night. Their heart was pounding they still weren't sure if it was because of Childe or the running. They decided to say it was from the running. "Hey you never told Paimon what the race was about!" She whined. "I'll tell you later. I want to get some food." They said walking down the stairs to the Wanmin Restaurant.

After an hour of being nervous they went the port and looked around for Childe. They felt their anxiety spike. They didn't see Childe anywhere for awhile and wondered if they had been tricked by him. Just ask they had that thought he showed up. "Hey sorry for taking so long the matters lasted longer than I wanted them to. Let's walk around while I answer you questions. In my home country you have always be moving to stay warm. Standing idly makes me a bit restless." Childe said with a smile. They simply nod in reply. "So you want to know if I like anyone in romantic sense correct?" He asked as they started walking around. "Yeah don't beat around the bush too much I won fair and square." They said crossing their arms. It had gotten a bit colder as the night went on. "Then the answer is yes but I fell for them after they fell for me. So much about them is simply cute. They are also super easy to tease. Their reactions can be a bit over the top but I wouldn't trade them for the world. Their hair looks really soft it just makes me want to run my hands through it. They also look as if they are ticklish. Which makes me want to tickle them until they are begging for mercy. They are also really strong as well. Super talented in a lot of things they do." Childe explained watching their reaction close. He noticed as he spoke their smile that was there had faded to a frown. When he was describing them he noticed tears forming in their eyes. "They must be a really special person to you then." (Y/N) said trying their best to not let their voice crack. It hurt to hear he liked someone. There was no way it could've been them. It was probably for the best anyways. They shouldn't have got attached to anyone in this world. The quickly wiped their eyes and looked over at the other and gave a forced smile. They were about to say more but felt Childe put a finger to their lips signaling them to be quiet. They looked confused by his action. "Having them next to me tonight is enough for me to want to kiss them. Though I wanted to tease you I don't want to upset you to the point of crying. I knew about your feelings towards me for awhile now. How red your face got around was proof enough. So can I kiss you?" Childe asked. His expression softened for a second. They looked at him for a minute. They had no clue if they wanted to hit him or kiss him right now. May be they would just ignore him for the teasing. So many thoughts on what they should do were rushing through their head. They weren't paying attention to what was going on around them until they felt something soft pressed against their head. "I'll let you process everything tonight. When you collect your thoughts we can go on date tomorrow." Childe said with a smirk. He started walking away. (Y/N) quickly reacted and grabbed his hand with a pout. "Hey you didn't even let me answer if you could kiss me!" They said before standing on their tippy toes to kiss his cheek. He smiled and put a hand under their chin. He brought them into a short kiss. "Our relationship will be an interesting one considering our roles." He said with a grin and walked you back to your inn room.

| Thanks for reading.

[yan-genshin]

a/n: hello to the fellow twst people who came here from my twst blog welcome to my secondary brainrot

warnings: general yandere themes, non consensual drug use, some spoilers for kaeya’s backstory 

♥︎ kaeya alberich

kaeya is obsessive in an almost paranoid way, which is almost surprising seeing how laid back and relaxed he seems to act most of the times. despite his seemingly sociable attitude, kaeya is similar to his brother diluc in that he doesn’t get close to others because he’s scared to lose them (or scared that being associated with him could bring them harm)

maybe that’s why it comes as a shock to the city to hear that the cavalry captain has gotten together with the mysterious honorary knight- everyone knows kaeya flirts and gets around, but nobody’s ever seen him settle down like that

it’s... almost cute, at first. he’s far from touch starved, but emotionally? kaeya seems to seek their attention and warmth almost selfishly, dragging them around on “missions” that are mostly work he’s supposed to be doing alone to eat up their time, interrupting their own tasks and missions just because he wants to see them

“aw, are you mad at me?” he’s got that playful tilt to his voice, the one he always uses when he’s trying to make things go his way or he’s trying to egg someone on. by now, the outlander isn’t sure which effect he’s trying to have on them; this is the third time kaeya swooped in and interrupted their daily commissions for the adventurer’s guild, putting them behind schedule and messing up their plans for the day. the spot in their bag where they would have put away the cecilias they had meant to gather in the evening but didn’t get the chance to just makes them more upset- but kaeya’s sudden embrace makes them drop that train of thought. “now, now, let’s not get angry... i’m really trying my best here to show you i love you- don’t you love me, too?”

kaeya seems to think the ends justify the means- the path to the best ending isn’t necessarily a pretty one, or so he says. he’s well aware of when he starts to use emotional manipulation to pressure his dear traveler into doing as he wants, he’s entirely aware of how he’s monopolizing their time

after all, the easiest way to get them to be as attached to him as he is to them is to break them down and build them back up as he sees fit. it’s cruel, it’s bad, but kaeya is the type of man who relishes in the looks of fear and doubt in other’s faces, and the type of lover who relishes in gently comforting the traveler as they cry when he’s the one who caused their tears in the first place

most of it is just to make them depend on him. oh, don’t get him wrong- kaeya’s well aware that the traveler can fend off for themselves. he’s seen how they fight, how they seem to move with battle experience that should be born from years and years of training despite their youthful appearance. but that strength is also what gives them freedom- and kaeya is not barbatos, and he doesn’t plan on giving them such thing

“can i go to springvale today...?” kaeya almost smirks. who would have thought the powerful hero of mondstadt- the outlander who swept in, who saved the city from dvalin, who once challenged boreas for training- could be reduced to such a meek creature that felt the need to ask for permission to simply wander outside the city’s walls? to outsiders, it might seem like it was just the traveler ‘settling into the relationship’, but he knew better than that. days of subtle manipulation, of using just the right words to drive them to tears, of comforting them while choosing his words oh-so-carefully were the hard work that was showing off now; a hero slowly being reduced to a docile partner

he doesn’t want to be abandoned. kaeya fears loneliness more than anything else, something he keeps hidden deep inside of him- vague memories of being abandoned on a rainy night, of his adoptive father’s passing haunt him, the ever stubborn feeling of being unwanted despite having so many swooning for him- it’s as if every little piece of the travler’s free spirited soul he chips away is a reassurance, a guarantee to him that they’re his and they’re going to stay

there’s no real limit to what he’ll do. he’s always careful enough to keep them right in his palm; even when the relationship has gone far from just a toxic relationship and fallen off into something worse, it’s as if they’re far too deep do climb out. it’s not easy to leave an abusive relationship, and kaeya is always one step ahead in making sure it’s damn near impossible, presenting himself as the only solace for the traveler

it’s almost an art how he’s the one making their life hell and also the one who comforts them and gives them a sanctuarium to “heal” and “feel loved”. whether it’s him destroying their hopes of seeing all archons, claiming it’s simply impossible, or implying that if their sibling truly were alive, word of them would have probably gotten to mondstadt already, kaeya is always careful enough so that his darling’s anger and grief doesn’t fall quite on him, so that he can be the one to gently comfort them and hold them in his arms

“shh, it’s okay darling, you couldn’t have known anything so terrible would happen.” he holds his lover’s shaking body as they cry into his shoulder, hands rubbing soothing circles into their back. despite this, the look in his face isn’t one of a man consoling his lover, but rather a smug smirk. they heave another sob: oh, they have all the rights in the world to be sad. how tragic that the particular knight who’d become their friend had to pass away so brutally- they’d simply asked him if he could gather some lampgrass for them, an innocent request, and he’d ran into a ruin guard. it’s your fault for asking him to go seemed to be the only thought that ran through their head, and kaeya, despite all his comforting, didn’t seem to downright deny it. after all, they didn’t need to know the poor knight happened to ask kaeya where he could find the lampgrass, they didn’t need to know kaeya just so happened to mark a location on his map where it just so happened he knew a ruini guard lurked nearby. kaeya may be a knight, but he’s never been to righteous- it’s not as if he directly spilled someone’s blood just because they got too close to his lover, right? suppressing a chuckle at the thought, he made sure his voice was still in a comforting tone as he spoke, “next time, just ask me for any favours. no need to go and talk to others and have this tragedy repeat, right?”

it’s almost laughable, really, how much kaeya seems to circle around and pull strings just so he can make everything work the way he wants. realistically, it’d be just so much easier to just chain down the traveler, to just downright get rid of paimon instead of constantly bribing her with food or sending her off with amber to the point where the little fae seems to almost forget about the traveler- but kaeya needs to be loved. he doesn’t need the love to be healthy or to be real, it’s ok if it’s born out of manipulation and dependence. but all he does, he needs it to work into driving the traveler into a dark enough headspace wherein he is the only light in their life

... but that said, he’d rather have the traveler be his and lose their love than lose the traveler’s love and also lose them. ideally, they won’t abandon him because they love him (because he’s broken them, because he destroyed the hero of mondstadt and made them into a docile and codependent pet, because he’s destroyed their world and shown himself as the only alternative) but if needed, he’ll make it so they won’t abandon him because they can’t

after all, kaeya loves the sight of fear in their eyes. if they’re so eager to leave him, then perhaps he’ll just continue to indulge in their tears and their begging- this time wholy embracing the fact he’s the one that caused such things. it’s as easy as sleeping potions mixed in their foods to keep them pliable and docile, as easy as a chain keeping them locked to a basement; a treatment so hellish it makes them crave for the toxic hellhole of a relationship he offered before

“aw, are you uncomfortable? it’s too cold down here, isn’t it? poor thing. should i get you a blanket? do you think you deserve a blanket? if you keep acting good, i might get you one tomorrow.” it’s torture, the way he so gently traces their cheek, the way he looks at them with so much warmth in his eyes despite him being the one who’s got them chained up to a fucking basement. their brain screams at them to jerk away, to not give him the satisfaction of accepting his touch, but they’re cold, and despite being a cryo user, kaeya’s touch is so warm that they almost unconsciously lean into it. he laughs, the noise echoing in the almost empty basement; all that’s down here is a ratty old cot, a makeshift bathroom, and the heavy metal chain attaching them to one of the thick wooden support beams on the wall. cold nights like these almost make them miss being back in kaeya’s room, huddled in with him after he’s fallen asleep- probably after offering some comfort after driving them to a breakdown some hours earlier. but that’s long gone, now replaced with kaeya’s almost sadistic glee in keeping them down here, in seeing how the already broken traveler just shatters into a shell of their former self, how even now when he’s being outwardly antagonistic they’re starting to still try to find comfort in him: truly turned into a weak, docile, dependent little thing. 

[starshavegoneastray]

For Glory

Gladiator AU // b.c.

CW // blood, excessive bleading, death/dying, impaling, open wounds, violence, weapons, death as entertainment, animal skins

2,132 Words

SEVEN foot tall, menacing grin, and a sword underneath a strong grip.

THE battle was expected to be another bloodbath, at least that’s what Felix had in mind. Hyunjin eyed the excited younger boy sitting next to him on the cubiculum seats, a knuckle against his cheek. He couldn’t make sense as to why Felix would be this thrilled for one more gladiator fight that would guarantee an obvious result. Even before the match began, Hyunjin had already considered dozing off and waking up with The Secutor — the gigantic seven-foot-tall fighter in rustic chainmail and slightly oxidized bronze helmet — as the winner of today’s unethical battle.

“Don’t sleep on me this time too,” Felix chirped in the midst of the noisy crowd filling up the arena. “I want you to actually watch this one.”

Watch? Another absolute win? Hyunjin lifted his head, heaving slowly as he did so. “You’re bringing a mere human into his death.” Hyunjin spoke bluntly, confidence tainted his voice so, and was sure of the outcome anyhow it might go. “Let me ask, why are you so persistent that this person you managed to bribe over 100 silvers could even match The Secutor?”

Felix stayed silent; his lips pursed tight as he turned to look at the arena down below. “Bang Chan isn’t just some person.” There was an emphasis on the first two words, it rubbed Hyunjin in a way he didn’t like too much, yet he kept calm and let his royal friend have faith on this Bang Chan.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms underneath the velvet cape that blanketed his left shoulder. “If this person was indeed more capable than that of mere soldiers, how come I’ve never heard of him?”

Felix’s reply was a simple shrug, before facing towards the silver-locked Hyunjin with a confident smirk. His golden flower circlet tilted to the side as he did so before the horns blew an entrance for the challenger.

ONE-EYED, an outcast, and an unregistered regalia sheathed behind his back.

THIS person came in like an ant in the eyes of the viewers on their seats. His hair was a bloody mess, but still allowed the scar over his left eye to see the guests that flooded the arena. A dark leather garment wrapped underneath a layer of wolf’s fur hanging on one side of his shoulder. He appeared to be an experienced fighter from the marks that color his bare arm. And amongst the roaring crowd and threatening gaze of The Secutor before him, Bang Chan seemed very relaxed.

“Interesting fashion.” Commented Hyunjin, as he took a peek at Felix’s hopeful expression before exhaling silently under his breath, almost scoffing at how easy for this mere human flesh and bones to get squashed by an average warrior that towers almost twice his own size.

Bang Chan started to move closer towards the giant. Striding two, and then three, and then four steps ever so casually, stopping just as The Secutor swung the tip of his weapon to warn the little man. Crowds began to cheer and shout, some mocking their way over to the new challenger’s way. Almost half of them made fun of how this match seemed unfair to begin with, and wouldn’t bet their precious silver and gold on something unsatisfying.

“Go home!” someone from Hyunjin’s far left, perhaps, shouted in the midst of the hectic viewers. While a group on the other side of the stadium began to choir an incoherent boo chorus, which almost received Hyunjin’s small chuckles.

But despite the never-ending protests of the guests, it didn’t stop the two men in their white tunics seated on the lowest tier of the referee’s chair to blow their horns, signaling the start of the futile battle this summer.

The Secutor strides along the outskirts of the field, keeping a hunting gaze under that rusty helmet at the daring young man. His frown deepened as Bang Chan did the same, only this time his right arm reached up before clutching onto a leather-bound handle of his sword then pulling it out in one swift move.

A clean blade, one that slightly curved at the tip with a sharp point kissing the sandy grounds. The golden square guard on its hilt was engraved with various shapes that all seemed familiar for Hyunjin, though witnessed from afar. Dark leather grip hidden underneath Chan’s hold, and an emerald pommel crested just below his fist. At a glance, anyone could mistake it for a common blade of another kingdom, but Hyunjin had suspected something else. It was no ordinary blade, at least these items couldn’t possibly be owned by any ordinary people.

There was no fear in any of Chan’s movements, not even when he began stepping forth again, dragging a thin line across the floor before The Secutor lunged a bigger step towards him. A humongous dagger on The Secutor’s hand looked more like a sword in everyone’s eyes. Chan leaped back, dodging another danger zone as the gigantic enemy roared forward, swinging his sword right where Chan’s nose would cut through, but the latter ducked and tackled the large blade with his.

The Secutor quickly belted his sword the opposite direction, Chan swung as well, their two metals clashed as another attack failed to scratch the younger man. But Chan was too focused on the blade to dodge a sudden kick to his stomach, sending him off and crashing the wall like a gust of wind.

The crowds began to cheer again, Hyunjin leaned back onto his chair, raising an eyebrow.

It didn’t take long for Chan to get back on his feet, knuckles turning white as his grip tightened around his regalia. Not once has his facial expression changed, not even when the giant pulled a spear from a broken crate next to him; probably the result of yesterday’s fight. Chan tried to approach again, but returned to his previous spot when The Secutor aimed the spear at his feet then rushed at full speed. He was trying to corner Chan.

The Secutor stepped forth, Chan stepped back. Their blades struck over and over to tire him out, enough for the bigger enemy to graze his dagger on Chan’s left shoulder. Throwing the furry coat he had in the process. The Secutor kept swinging his blade left then right, Chan seemed to follow. But not for long until the giant carved another graze on his right thigh.

“He’s going to die.” The statement sounded casual coming from Hyunjin’s lips, as if it were to provoke Felix’s poor choice on selecting a champion. The method seemed to work as the young prince began to scrutinize the arena, gripping hard at the stone wall until the tips of his fingers turned red and his face wrinkled with determination. Yet, Felix stayed silent.

Hyunjin averted his gaze from The Secutor towards the messy Chan. His bicep and knee trickled with blood, a bruise to his cheek just under his grey eye, and a tight hold wrapping the leather grip of his stupid regalia. It wouldn’t be long before the winner’s announcement, Hyunjin was convinced, training his eyes back towards the giant gladiator as he brought his blood-painted sword closer to the small Bang Chan. The second Hyunjin blinked, suddenly The Secutor stumbled backwards.

Dirt covered Chan’s palm and a cloud of dust hung midair just in between him and The Secutor, whose cuss and grunts echoed loudly whilst trying to remove something from his sight. Chan sheathed the sword on his back and went for the spear that once attacked him a few minutes ago, running towards the giant then slashed the length of the giant’s arms using the sharp tip. The Secutor started bleeding too now, his eyes red from the dirt Chan threw mixed with outrage, as he ran with the sword above his head. Chan casually ran his left palm on the ground, gathering another handful of dirt before speeding forward, stepping onto a wooden crate, jumped and bombed another cloud of brown sand and blood on The Secutor’s face. Instinctively, he shielded himself, but the defense bought Chan enough time to whack his spear upwards. Another scar now painting the opponent's forearm and chin up to his lower lip.

Chan jabbed forward, The Secutor moved backward. The humongous dagger flung side to side, eventually snapping the wooden spear off its tip. But Chan held onto the weapon, his left bloody arm reached back for his regalia and pursued the opposing corner.

When the regalia struck, it hit the giant’s sword, and Chan was sent flying backwards, centered on the field. Suddenly, a shadow casted upon him, and The Secutor was above ground, landing right where Chan stood with a thud and dirt flying around his feet.

Hyunjin didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath all this time. He didn’t expect the spear would backfire on The Secutor, nor scratch him to begin with; count Bang Chan’s dirt play. The suspense dropped a weight down his stomach when the giant warrior didn’t move. Had he killed Bang Chan, he would have stood tall and revealed the man in broken bones and shredded skin, thus claiming victory.

A crowd down below the lower tiers choired a gasp, pointing their fingers at the thinning sandy ashes. And as the dusty powder subsided, Hyunjin couldn’t believe what he’s witnessing.

Bang Chan was on the ground, holding the wooden spear on leverage where its broken end punctured The Secutor right on the gut. The gigantic dagger barely missed, leaving only a small cut on the little man’s right temple. The bigger man staggered, the wood still caught on his stomach and blood seeping out of his rusty chainmail. Eventually, he fell onto his knee, holding onto the wood in an attempt to pull it out of his gut. But a series of quick steps followed by Chan’s grip at the end of the wooden stick took him by surprise.

A mischievous grin tugged at Chan’s lips, before he forced the wood deeper into The Secutor’s abdomen. The sharp end pierced into his stomach, he started coughing blood. Any deeper and his eyes would start popping out of their sockets crying red tears. So, Chan twisted as he pushed, The Secutor hollered in pain when the wood was halfway in, and ruptured through his spine.

At this point the crowd had gone ballistic and chaotic, and the referees should have stopped the match as one fighter had been severely injured. But no horns were blown and the viewers demanded an encore.

Bang Chan quietly took in the noises that filled the arena. People who once spat his name, telling him to go home; they were praising him now, jumping and cheering out loud, glorifying the way he took down the giant like it was the work of an incredible sorcery.

A mere human, perhaps a divine outcast from a far land, foreign to the ways of an average gladiator, took down a warrior almost double his size. The Secutor had been known as a massive killer with no mercy in the battlegrounds. But that day marked the end of his decade-long title, as Chan raised the regalia over his head, striking a curved blow from above across The Secutor’s esophagus, an area free from a helmet’s protection.

He gurgled, coughed, then choked as he bled uncontrollably from his throat. Red liquid gushed rapidly, staining the area where it pooled beneath the giant until he eventually fell to his demise on a puddle of pitiless crimson fluid.

Victory had never reeked like iron as much; this stench only came from someone who scavenged for more than just winning, or a golden flower crown on the head.

The horns blew aloud, the crowd hailed victory songs, waving their tunics, throwing their wreaths and flower petals his way. Pay little attention to the dead man in the middle of the yellow field, instead triumphing over this stranger’s unbelievable achievement.

Glory.

Felix dropped to his seat with the loudest sigh he could give, before jumping back up punching the air. “Yes! What I tell you!” But it all blurred away from Hyunjin’s attention span as he leaned forward the stone wall, lips pursed and brows knitting together with only one thought in his mind.

As if he could hear them, Chan turned to face the cubiculum seats above, eyes meeting with Hyunjin’s astonished ones. A healing scar sitting across his greying orb, the other one a bright haunting shade of blue that sent shivers down Hyunjin’s spine. Hyunjin chuckled, and if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Chan’s bloodied lip tucked sideways on a smirk before walking away with the sheathed sword behind his broad back.

“Who are you, Bang Chan?”

[snowbellewells]

CSSNS: “A Cottage by the Sea” /// Part Four

I’m terribly sorry once again for the delay, but I can see the end in sight on this on now, and I have a good vision for where the rest of this story is going. I hope you will enjoy some of the happy developments in this installment, and (as always) I’d love to hear what you think!

~***~ Excessive thanks and flails once more to @searchingwardrobes​ for this lovely cover art! ~***~

Summary: Princess Emma has always been drawn to the shores of Misthaven, where the sea meets the shore near her parents’ castle. When an unknown boy washes up on the sand, with eyes as fathomless and blue as the waters that brought him to her, he soon becomes Emma’s best friend, her partner in crime, and her other half.  But the tides give and the tides take away, and as her blue-eyed boy sails in her father’s navy and risks all in defense of those who made him family, unexpected danger and challenge will try to tear them apart, and might well show him just where he came from that day he first appeared to her from the sea…

Previous installments, from the beginning, on TUMBLR and on AO3

Part Four

Princess Emma had not been alone at sea for long when self-doubt and questions began to gnaw at her confidence and left her wondering if she should really have set out on her own. She was keeping the small vessel afloat and on course (she couldn’t wait to show Killian she really had been listening to his scattered lessons in their moments alone, even if she had been trying to steal glancing touches and quick glimpses at his unknowing features at the same time), but all the same, once the sun was overhead, beating down hot and unmercifully and she could see only unbroken ocean as far as the horizon in any direction, some of her fearless resolve left her. Why had she not tried to convince or bribe someone who knew more about navigation to come along? What if she were sailing further away from her beloved, instead of closer to him? How would she even get them back if she did locate Killian? What if he were hurt and she didn’t know how to help? She should have brought a healer!

The plaguing worries circled round and round, wreathing her head like a swarm of gnats, and Emma was unable to bat them away. Though she felt the gentle rhythm of the waves beneath her small craft, and knew that they were moving, there was no sign that she was closer to land - or any living thing at all. If she hadn’t been so desperate, so swept up in her emotions and determined recklessness, she would have brought more food and fresh drinking water than the couple of jugs and the bread and cheese she had grabbed. She could be out here for days or weeks, unable to find her way back - or to locate where Killian might be.

By the time the sun had fully risen, and she was well out of sight of Misthaven’s shore, and any other in any direction, Emma had worked herself into enough of a state that the adrenaline which had propelled her down the side of the castle walls, to the docks, and out to sea, was flagging in earnest and she sunk to the rough planks of her vessel, finally feeling the need for rest which had completely eluded her all the previous night. Despite that, she fought valiantly to keep her eyes open and to stay alert. She was sure she couldn’t even imagine all the danger she might face if she didn’t remain on her guard. Still, as time crawled forward, the steady rise and fall of the calm waters served to nearly rock her gently closer to slumber, her eyelids continually growing more and more weighted, until they fell closed and she leaned against the boat’s side in a doze.

For some time, the princess was lost to her surroundings, regaining the peace she had lost upon the moment she learned Killian was missing. But, ever-so-slowly, then gaining speed and clarity, images began to swirl in her mind’s eye, even as she slept. At first there were only blurs of color and flashes of hazy light, then the pictures playing in her head sharpened, allowing her to focus and understand.

Stirring fitfully, Emma began to wake, brought back to awareness by her effort to take in the vision as it came to her. When she clearly saw Killian, his dearly beloved face caught at her breath and caused her to shoot upright in excitement, she was fully roused once more. It seemed she was receiving some message - both not to give up as he still lived, just as her heart had known, and also as some guide to where he might be.

This Killian in her mind’s eye looked distinctly more bedraggled than she had ever seen him willing to appear in his uniform before - the material ripped and stained, and his hair half-dried and standing up in salt-clumped tufts. He walked along a beach strewn at intervals with pieces of what Emma knew must be his ship, and inwardly she cringed, knowing it would pain him to see it destroyed, and also at the thought of all the other lives which must be utterly lost as they had believed. Killian seemd completely alone in his surroundings. 

Emma noticed that the image before her was beginning to go hazy about the edges and fade, but she clung to it for every second she could, drinking in the view of him in a way she had never seen her straight-laced lieutenant before. A traitorous blush colored her cheeks as her eyes trailed along his bared collarbone from where he had removed his uniform jacket, and she itched to run her fingers along his forearms and feel the muscles she hadn’t been able to look at before on display from his rolled-up sleeves. She was almost ashamed to admit the way she was feasting on the view of his chest and the dark hair smattered generously across it. Emma had never seen his shirt fully opened like that since they had entered young adulthood; Killian was much too considerate of her station and sensibilities, plus self-conscious as well, to show off so much skin in her presence. Still, Emma could not seem to pull her gaze away, her palms sweating with the heat as she even imagined touching those unexplored planes of her sailor’s body.

When the image before her faded and re-formed, returning to her again in a slightly different setting, his reappearance nearly bowled her over. Killian wore no shirt at all; all tanned skin over strapping shoulders and darkly furred chest narrowing down to a trim waist. Though stained with dirt and sand, and ripped in places, Killian still wore the breeches and boots of his uniform as he fought his way through what looked like a jungle of island vegetation. Sweat trickled down his brow, and Emma wished desperately to be there at his side to wipe it away for him, to venture forward shoulder-to-shoulder toward whatever he was seeking.

Abruptly, he reached the end of the thick trees and undergrowth he had been fighting his way through, stumbling out of the dense tangle of leaves and vine into a large, quiet clearing, housing a calm, turquoise pool, green grass and a large rock near the water’s edge. It was a tranquil little oasis after the terrain Killian had just left behind, and Emma found herself wondering again just where this could be and how she might reach him there. In her vision, Killian hurried forward to the water’s edge, bringing hands up to splash his overheated face and neck then drinking greedily from his cupped hands as well.

As much as she wanted to linger there with him - in her mind, at least, if not in actual reality - this scene too began to disintegrate and vanish before Emma was ready. She strained her eyes to see him even a few seconds longer, or in hopes of another scene appearing, but soon all she could see was unending ocean and sky all around her once more. Rousing fully from the sort of trance she had entered at the vision’s arrival, Emma found that one thing did remain in the forefront of her awareness - as cearly and definitely as if it had been spelled out across her retinas. ‘Ogygia,’ a quiet, melodious voice seemed to whisper impossibly in her ear, ‘You may find him on Ogygia.’

Princess Emma’s brow furrowed, recognizing the name, but confused by the implication. She had studied folklore, legends, and mythology in her schooling - quite avidly in fact.  It was was one of the few subjects that genuinely interested her, memory and understanding coming easily, and she remembered the place. But, Calypso’s island? It was real? And how was she to find it?

Even as she wondered this, the same voice which had whispered the name into her consciousness now spoke again, offering Emma direction she wordlessly followed, plotting her course as this unknown entity directed. Indeed, such impulsive trust might be folly. She might live to regret listening to the siren song that led her forward - if she lived at all and was not lost upon the rising waves. All the same, she had no other directions to follow, no other way of knowing how to seek her missing love, and, for good or ill, she sensed this being speaking to her so sweetly and with such gentle care, meant her no harm.

She carried on the way she had chosen; better to take action and face the resulting consequences than to simply bob along the surface indefinitely until hunger, thirst or exposure took her while she waited. That would do Killian no good, wherever this island was that he had landed upon, and it would bring her no closer to him. These efforts at steering in a fixed direction might. Keeping her gaze ever forward, searching the horizon hopefully as the surface glittered at the noonday touch of the blazing sun as though strewn by diamonds, Emma forced herself to calmly follow through, to listen and obey the continued calm voice, which now felt as though it lodged within her own chest, at home, a thrumming part of her, and welcome as such.

Though she knew thirst and exhaustion, and the heat that began to weigh on her head and shoulders like a heavy cloak, made the time seem longer, she still felt the strain. It seemed as though hours had passed when finally, at the furthest reach of her sight, Emma thought she could make out a piece of land, rising like a beautiful mirage from the ocean stretched before her. Blinking, she leaned forward, even as she slumped with relief against her vessel’s wooden side, praying she was not mistaken. 

‘No, my dear,’ the soothing voice assured her, a subtle breath of cool air accompanying it as though the phantom blew by her ear on enchanted wings. ‘You’ve done it, Princess. Ogygia is straight ahead now.’

And with that, the mysterious presence which had served as her guiding companion was gone. As suddenly as it had appeared, Emma also knew in an instant it was with her no longer. 

Grateful all the same, she didn’t have it in her to be troubled. As this new shore drew ever closer, she felt a burst of endurance. She had no doubt now; she was about to look upon her sailor’s face again.

~~***~~

Killian, meanwhile, had been far from idle since his reunion with his mother, his purging of his grief and loss, and the long talk and reacquaintance they’d had after. When she had left him, Calypso (It was still nigh impossible to fathom (the goddess Calypso - his mother!) had vowed to return that evening so they could speak further, and he had made his way back to the beach where he’d washed ashore.

Though admittedly, Killian no longer felt as shaken, alone, or desperate as he had when first awaking on the strange spit of land, seemingly its own little world in the surrounding deep, he still intended to make his way back to his adopted home and kingdom. Not only was it his duty as a lieutenant of the Royal Navy, but he was the only surviving member of his ill-fated crew. How else could Misthaven’s royals and his fellow sailors’ loved ones know what had befallen them and pay their sacrificial struggle due homage? Beyond the demands of his honor, however, Killian also knew that his adopted family - monarchs though they might be and unworthy as he had always somewhat felt himself - would be grieving him along with his lost ship and comrades. And Emma… though he had long marveled at how it could be true, she loved him. He could see the depth of her feelings in her eyes as soon as she had confessed it at his departure. Perhaps it had always been there - even as they had played tag and crawled under the hedge to hide huddled together in the Royal Gardens, as they had curried their ponies after a ride and sloshed buckets of cold water at each other before they helped in the animals’ bathing, when they had watched Granny at her baking in the kitchens and Emma had nicked bits of chocolate or minced dates and offered him part of her prize with a gleam in her lively green gaze. He knew she would be mourning; her heartbreak on his account was nearly unbearable to consider. He knew that were he in her place, and he believed her lost, there would be no recovery. And that knowledge lent urgency to his actions.

Upon returning to the sandy shoreline, it had taken no time at all to salvage various wooden pieces and parts of the ship that he began to stack in a pile. Always able to make do resourcefully, Killian used shoots and vines in the surrounding vegetation to begin binding the boards together as he needed - working swiftly. It wasn’t long until he had fashioned a sturdy raft with a reasonably straight mainsail near the water’s edge. It was certainly no vessel like the one which had been lost to the stormy deep when he had landed on this beach, but he was both determined and impatient enough to take his chances. He also knew enough of the sea and of sailing to recognize that the tempest which had sunk Misthaven’s finest ship had been unnaturally malevolent - as if summoned with evil intent for their specific destruction. The strength and size of the ship in a gale such as that would have made no difference, and if one blew again as he attempted to find his way home, he would be every bit as lost, regardless of his craft. All things remaining as they should though, his makeshift vessel ought to prove seaworthy, despite not being much to look at.

As Killian had focused on his task, the time had slipped away almost without his notice. He obviously would never have left his mother after finding her again without speaking to her more and saying goodbye, but at the same time, he was anxious to be starting, to reach his princess’ side once more. So, when he fastened the last slat of wood in place, tying off the knot as securely as he possibly could, and stood to mop his brow, Killian was rather surprised to realize that the bright sun had slipped toward evening and he had not even started on his way back toward the lagoon where he had met Calypso that morning.

Just as he was wondering how to make his way there with the most haste, he felt the brush of a light breeze and sensed her presence nearby. He would have guessed that she needed to stay within water, but clearly that was not a requirement, as soon, soft, gentle fingers brushed over his shoulder like a refreshing trickle of cool water, and his mother appeared, unassumingly human, beside him.

“You’re leaving me, aren’t you?” she murmured lightly, a tinge of melancholy in her sweetly hypnotic voice, but no judgement or condemnation, only the regret of one soon to be separated from her child.

Killian bobbed the briefest of stiff nods before turning his head to face her, reaching to take her hand in his own and press it tightly, only hoping he could make her understand. “I’m sorry, but… I must,” he replied huskily.

The unearthly grace bestowed her by her nature shone through in the benevolent smile she offered him, leaning in to brush a kiss upon his forehead, just as if he were still a little boy, a gesture barely remembered but immediately soothing. Her elegant fingertips caressed the faded scar running high across his cheekbone, as if having not been there to patch it when it happened, she wished to take it from him. “You love her,” she answered simply, “the Princess. And since you do, of course you wish to return to her.”

“Aye,” Killian confirmed, “I do.” He was grateful that she seemed to grasp his dilemma and did not blame him or begrudge him the choice he had to make. “And she loves me as well, wonder of wonders. I have no claim to court a Princess, but while she wants me, I will not fail her.”

“That is as it should be, my son,” Calypso assured, pulling him close to hug him once more to her chest. “But bear in mind that you are more worthy than you know - a sort of royalty in your own way…” She winked as she pulled back again to look him in the eyes with a mischeivous twinkle in her own. “You have never failed to be a man of honor, just as I would have wanted, just as your dear brother did all he knew to teach you, and so I knew you would desire to do no less. In fact, if you look out into the distance, you will see I have helped someone along on her way to you, making your raft rather unnecessary.”

Lightly placing her hands on his shoulders, his mother turned him to face out on the waves, where just at the horizon, he could see the sails of an oncoming ship appear. Still quite far out, it sailed closer with each passing moment - almost as if granted unnatural speed - but his heart genuinely leapt when the waning light caught the glint of gold atop the head of the form he could now see at the vessel’s wheel. Emma!

“Is that…?” he asked, gawking and struggling to believe it could be so. “Did you bring her?... But how…?” His curiosity and awe made the words trip over each other, but the grin that broke across his face unawares told Calypso all she needed to know.

Smiling back at her little boy, now a man grown, the sea nymph nodded sagely. “She was already on the water; I merely granted her eyes to see the way forward. This place is generally cloaked from outside discovery, to keep out Davy and his minions. But clearly, your Princess - this Emma of Misthaven - is bold and true and every bit as in love with you as you are her.”

Killian felt the warmth flooding his cheeks even beneath the growth of unshaven stubble as he dipped his head in slight embarrassment. Though it felt wonderful to hear confirmation from another of the glorious truth he had only very lately begun to accept, it was also a bit daunting to see that his feelings were so crystal clear, even to one he had just met. When he glanced back again, he could only smile at his mother, beaming from the joy in his heart at seeing his princess again and knowing she had not given in to despair. “Thank you,” he managed to croak through a throat tightly closing. “Truly. For saving me… and then for bringing her safely.”

As if allowing herself one last precious caress, Calypso brought her cooling hand to glide along her son’s forehead and brush aside the dark fringe of his hair. “You are most welcome, my love.” Her understanding smile barely wavered as she added quietly. “Now, go to her, as I know you wish to do.”

Killian caught his mother’s hand where it had come to rest at the side of his face, turning his head to kiss the center of her palm, squeezing it tightly in gratitude. Then, he gave her a bright, crooked smile before turning to dash down to the water’s edge, where Misthaven’s princess and her pilfered boat were drawing near.

~~***~~

Calypso lingered, looking on fondly as her son dashed into the tide when the boat reached the shallows. Despite the twinge in her own chest at the brief reunion she had been allowed drawing to a close, an indulgent smile still curved her full lips at how eagerly the Princess leaned over her little ship’s prow, trying to reach Killian sooner. She looked ready to dive in and swim to him if it would get her there faster.

Killian meanwhile had splashed into the gentle swells, nearly reaching the tiny craft where it bobbed on the waves. Water kicked up all around him, soaking his weathered clothing and flattening his hair to his skull, but none of that dampened his thrilled exuberance in the slightest. He was waist-deep when, lungeing forward, he caught the side of Emma’s boat, hauling it forward on the next rise, and then Emma was catapaulting over the edge and into his arms with a cry of delight that couldn’t help but warm the watching sea nymph’s weary soul.

Yes, all was as it should be again. Seeing the two reunited made their belonging to each other undeniable. Somehow, even in the ebb and flow around them, Killian kept his feet - barely - as Emma wrapped herself around him tightly, her hair whipping hin the breeze and hiding their faces behind its curtain as they placed frantic kisses all across each other’s cheeks and noses, and her royal gown trailed unheeded behind her in the water. Their lips broke from each other’s only to laugh in stunned joy and exclaim fragmented greetings, their voices overlapping each other front he soft echoes of the sound Calyps could catch on the wind from where she stood.

Joining hands, they began to tow the boat in the rest of the way to shore, each of their free hands holding to a side. However, about the time the water was only lapping at their calves, a larger swell swept up behind them, sending the boat knocking into them with force, and both Killian and Emma tumbling headlong into the water. 

Coming up spluttering and laughing harder, they merely caught their tiny craft once more as it bobbed nearby, and carried on cavorting and splashing each other with more quick kisses and caresses stolen in youthful bliss at being together again. And in some ways, in that moment they were more free together than ever before; free of conventions, rules, propriety and disapproving stares. It was then, with that lovely, bone-deep happiness to remember on his face, that Calypso slipped away as well, leaving them to their well-earned privacy and celebration, darting and playing in the sand and foam.

She could give them this moment in her protected haven; wished truly that they could stay forever with her. But they could not remain hidden on Ogygia indefinitely; both had a destiny to fulfill back in Misthaven and too much sense of their duty to shirk it. The goddess could only hope fervently that their worst trial was now behind them - even if her better judgement warned her that Davy Jones would not yet be ready to admit that his second son had escaped his grasp.

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'Back on it' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Back on it"

"Sometimes, I'm feeling so free, forgetting about the big problems I have in my life because you're there for me and I just want to enjoy those rare moments with you."

Chapter Summary : After paying her respects to Lazar, Yirina is finally going to Laos with Park to join Woods team to work against Naga.....

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I didn't know of what Park was planning but she did right today, she managed to give me an moment to finally pay my respects to Lazar himself at Tel Aviv, his homeplace. Even if I still feel that guilty in me of that particular day for what happened, I still remember the positivity of Lazar's behavior that he was showing to me, he was really my brother....it's been 3 years since he's gone but he is never forgetten by me & Park. I wished things to be differents but it happened sadly. I hope that he found better peace at where is he now....He can't be forgotten !

It was hard for me to leave the cemetery and it was the same thing for Park too but we finally managed to get out, still having tears on our faces as we were going back into the plane that was awaiting for us, ready to fly away from the city to get to our destination : Vientane in Laos. Since we left Tel Aviv at nearly 10 AM, we should arrive in the Laotian capital after midnight. I didn't sleep too much on the flight, mostly checking up my diary and everything I did write for almost 2 months and also writing down that memory about meeting up with Naga.

Like I thought, we arrived at Vientane after midnight at 1 AM and to say, we were an bit tired of the flight as we didn't take an nap for the large part of it, hoping that we could get to the place Woods is awaiting for us. Me & Park were surprised to discover that Garrett was awaiting for us at the airport, asking if we did have an good flight and how I was feeling after what I did. We did answer his questions before we could leave the airport, our equipment with us to the direction of Woods's team safehouse.

"Wait, where's the safehouse ?" I was asking that question to Garrett who was driving, Park on the front passenger seat and me on the backseats as I could see that we were getting out of the city limits, 5 minutes after we left the airport.

"Yes, where it is ?" Park added as she didn't know like me.

"Okay, you're ready to hear this ?" Garrett started, his eyes quickly looking at us before getting them back on the road in front of him. "Let's just that the CIA managed to reuse an old Laotian Air Force base for them." He replied, making my eyes go wide...how did they succeed ?

"Are you kidding ?" Park raised an eyebrow to him.

"Not at all !" Garrett scoffed, removing his right hand from the steering wheel for an few seconds to strectch his fingers.

"But the governement is communist !" I exclaimed, having some history knowledge about the country in my head. "They will found out that the CIA is here."

"Maybe, the CIA is bribing the governement to keep their eyes shut." Garrett said, his right hand passing through his lips before putting it back on the wheel. "Since Naga is hiding in the jungle, having an old base at our disposal is helping us." He then looked through the mirror to me. "I heard that Woods briefed you an little on that."

"He didn't tell much about it." Park told him, looking outside in the darkness of the night as we were leaving the Laotian countryside to enter its jungle "He said that he will make an full briefing for us tomorrow."

"He's right since everyone is exhausted after today." He stated to us. "We had an mission today and it was very long." He looked at an roadsign outside before he take an turn to the right on an dirt path. "We shouldn't too far from the base now." He added before he start to make some signal with the car lights, shutting it down and lighting them up in an quick succession.

"What's that for ?" I demanded, pretty curious.

"Signal code to say that we're friendly." He responded as from afar we could see the entrance of the base that was looking pretty old and its gates opened. "It's the best way to make sure that we aren't greeted by bullets."

"Because they're shooting at sight ?" Park asked to him, an bit confused.

"Why they wouldn't be ? They want to keep their presence an secret and no one want to have problems here with the local authorities." Garrett expressed, nervous about thinking about it, that could be heard in his voice and his face. "And also because it's the CIA." He continued as he was parking the car in an parking space, filled with military trucks. This base was guarded like an normal one with military personal on watchtowers and guards patrolling around.

"Yeah...because it's the CIA !" I thought to myself, saying it in an very low voice, knowing well of the CIA's bad business...well, everyone in his car know about it. "This place is looking well to not be old." I proclaimed, looking outside to see the base that was in an good shape.

"Of course, they renovated the place down." Garrett breathed before he got out of the car with us too. "They even decide to use some Huey helicopters." He pointed to us in an direction, discovering some helicopters that were checked up by crews.

"Looks like some people here wanted to relive the Vietnam War." I spoke up, seeing those helicopters, having flied in some of them...in my fake memories of course and I'm sure that we will have to use them in the future. I was thinking of it as we were unloading our own bags from the car trunk.

"Some of them are from the US reserves and two of them are belonging to the Lao People's Liberation Army Air Force." Garrett told us, helping us to get our bags out of the car. "We can thanks the CIA's bribes to the governement." He sighed in relief before he closed the trunk. "Okay, let's go join the team." He started to move away from the car as me & Park follow him inside the main building of the whole place that was looking like an big hangar.

"Here you are, you two !" An strong male voice said as we were entering the hangar with our bags in hands, it was Woods himself dressed in civilians clothes coming towards us. "Welcome to Laos." He offered his hand to me & Park and we shook hands with him separetely, getting our bags on the ground.

"You did miss us, it seems." I scoffed in an funny voice and Woods rolled his eyes around.

"Both of you ? Well...yes." He admitted, sounding not sure. "Before we start...."

"Yes, we know the warning, Woods." Park stopped him as she knew of what he was going to talk along with me...don't be too public, girls !....."It's good to see you too."

"Fine, since you know that....It's still for you too, Garrett." Woods continued to his statement, pointing at Garrett.

"I know but Song is been away with Sims, Mason and an small part of your guys in the jungle." Garrett expressed to him and me & Park were pretty curious and he could see it on our faces. "Woods send them for recon, should be back in the afternoon today." He added, giving us details about it...until I saw from afar, Hudson himself, arms crossed and leaned against an wall, looking at us, me especially, he wasn't willing to get to us to say something...he's kinda creepy....must not look at him, now...

"They should come back here with intels about where this little drug warlord is hiding inside the jungles." Woods stated, crossing his arms to look to, what I suppose to be his desk as he walk to it. "But there's something you two should see." He sniffed as he was taking in his hands two playing cards before getting back to us. "You need to watch your back." He told us, handing the first card to Park

"What the fuck ?" Park started, looking at the playing car that she was given : an picture of her on it, she was the Queen of Hearts. "Helen Park : To be captured alive !" She repeated, seeing the inscription on the photo.

"You're not the only exception, this is your playing card, Yirina." Woods gave me the other cards and I could see that I was also the Queen of Hearts alongside Park.

"Yirina / Bell : To be captured alive !" I whispered with the same inscription Park had on her cards. Now the whole Perseus Collective know that I'm alive and well. "Where did you find them ?" I demanded to Woods.

"From the Perseus agent that allowed us to know about Naga." He replied, leaning against his desk behind him. "The same thing like Adler, you became Perseus targets." He added.

"Yes but you know well that we ain't going to hide." I spoke up, giving my thoughts to Woods about it. "And besides, they think that I'm 'Bell'." I continued, seeing this name alongside my real name even if it was troubling me to be honest. "Damnit." I sighed, pulling the card in my jacket.

"Seems that someone needs some Bourbon !" Another voice came in and when I look around, I could discover an old face I didn't see for an month..

"Wolf ?" I breathed, amazed to see him here.

"I heard that you worked with Wolf an month ago in the New Orleans and Sims asked for him to come so I agreed." Woods explained as we were shaking hands with Wolf, he didn't change in an month to say.

"It's good to see the two of you here." Wolf said with an smile to me & Park before he look at Woods. "Any news from the recon team ?"

"No, we should have informations about them in the morning." Woods responded before he removed himself from his desk. "Anyway, you might want to take an look around." He suggested to us as we just arrived and we nodded.

Once we nodded, Woods took us for an little tour around the place and also outside, presenting the base like if he did live there, he did also gave an workplace near Garrett's desk and we learned that we were going to sleep in an dorm with everyone....great ! All of that while been watched by Hudson himself, still at his same spot, looking at us with his eyes hidden by his usual sunglasses, he's looking like Adler in my first days in that safehouse 3 years ago.

When the whole presentation 'à la Woods' was finished, we got our gear out of our bags and put at our personal workplace with Park until it was time for everyone to go take an nap but not for me as I wanted to do something before actually going to sleep. So, as Park & the other were going to sleep, having an little kiss from her before she left for the dorm, I decided to go see Garrett that was the only one with me to not go directly to sleep.

"Garrett ?" I started in an low voice, walking towards his desk with joined hands. "Is there any secured lines here, I would like to make an call." I explained to him.

"Oh, an call ?" He whispered, getting up from his chair. "Yeah, sure, follow me." He gestured as I follow him behind and then, we arrived in a another room where there were some phones on an table. "Who do you want to call ?"

"Zasha !" I replied, getting myself near an phone.

"Good...well, I will leave you to it then, Yirina." Garrett smiled at me and it was reciprocal until he left the room, not closing the door behind him as I start to dial Zasha's number from their office in Century House. It's one of the numerous things I have noted in my diary, not wanting to forget about it....one ring.....

"Zasha Smirnov !" I could hear their voice in an rapid moment, having heard only one ring, meaning that they were near the phone at their office.

"How's my best friend at work ?" I said in an good mood, trying to think positively. Because of timezones, it was only the beginning of the evening in London.

"Oh, Yirina !" They exclaimed, sounding happy that I called. "I'm so happy that you're calling, you arrived in Laos ?" They demanded.

"Yes, it's almost 2 AM in here, what about you ?" I responded, checking if no one was coming in in case.

"Almost 8 PM, I was going to join Portnova at her place of work." They replied, making me smile, knowing that today was the first day of job as an maths teacher in the University of London. "Hopefully, your call was well made because I was ready to leave." They stated.

"Well, guess that I'm lucky !" I said before I make an little laugh and they did the same too. "How's work, Zed ?"

"Honestly, it's perfect, very nice." They answered, hearing them having an breath and sounding very good. "The people I'm working for are very nice." They added, sure of their words.

"That's the main thing, I knew that you will like the MI6." I stated to them.

"Hey, today, they brought me to play an little game during an break." They told me, getting my attention on it and removing my eyes from the door.

"Really ? Explain." I said, very curious.

"They called it 'Bullshit'." They started, narrowing my eyes as I thought that they were insulting me before realizing that was the name of the game. "It's hard to explain but I will try : we're playing with an deck of 52 and we had to get rid of the cards that we were given" They breathed as I heard it before they continue. "You have to play cards in an order but if you don't have it, you have to lie but if you get caught lying, you're taking the pile and if you're thought that someone was lying didn't cheat, you take the pile."

"That's sounds an great game to say." I exclaimed, sounding happy that Zasha was able to have an good animosity with their new friends at the MI6.

"At first, I thought I was so bad at it but then, it worked and I won by an lot." They admitted to me, laughing about it. "The others were either focused on calling out the others instead of me."

"Now, you got very lucky !" I scoffed, making them laugh through the phone.

"I have an lot of fun to be real, it's wonderful." They told me. "It's sure that me & you are going to make an game."

"Count on me & Park !" I affirmed to them, raising my index finger.

"By the way, me & Portnova are....well, we're organizing an little private wedding party to celebrate our union and you & Park are invited." They revealed to me, making my eyes goes wide.

"Really ? I....Zasha, it's amazing." I was in an loss of words, feeling the happiness in me about hearing that idea from them. "When it will be ?"

"Since you're in Laos for undetermined time, it will be the 4th of June." They responded and I nodded to myself before I look around....to see Hudson standing at the door and looking at me.

"Okay, Zed, I will be there, don't worry." I smiled before Hudson creepiness remove that smile, making me look away from him. "Listen, I have to go...say hello for me & Park to Portnova." I demanded.

"Don't worry, I will, give my regards to Park too." They asked.

"Good, I will call you later, bye Zed !" I told them.

"Bye, Yirina." They said before I hang up the phone, finding myself alone in that room with Hudson who, when I turned around, was still there near that door.

"Are you going to stand there and still looking at me as an creep or you're going to talk ?" I asked to him, serious in my voice and clenching my fists

"No." He answered briefly before he took an pack of cigarettes in his hand. "Follow me, we need to talk." He ordered in an harsh tone, gesturing at me before he walk away.

I could have tell him to fuck off and going to bed for good but then, I found myself obliged to follow him and wanting to know what does he want with me. I thought that he was going to talk with me near his desk or mine but instead, it was outside that our talk was going to take place, near the big door of that hangar. He stopped himself once stepped outside, to light up his cigarette but he wasn't talking at all.

"What do you want ?" I directly ask to him after an few seconds of weird silence.

"Need to talk things about you." He responded, blowing some smoke out of his mouth, his eyes focused on looking in the horizon.

"Really ? You're suddenly interested in knowing me better ?" I said, offusqued as I was crossing my arms, looking away from him. I wasn't pleased to be with that guy.

"Listen, there's things I'm sorry with."

"Oh yeah ? Like you're sorry that you worked with Adler to brainwash me ?" I asked him rhetorically.

"Do you think that I was pleased with that ?" He got his eyes back on me as I was doing the same by hearing his words, getting my attention. "It's not because I'm Adler supervisor means that I did agree on that." He added to his statement as I was keeping an straight face. "Believe me, I wasn't happy about that at all."

"But still, you still treated me like if I was only an terrorist." I exclaimed, remembering the few little talks I had with him in the past and they weren't good. "You're the one who ordered Adler to terminate me...why aren't you finishing the job since Adler wasn't doing it ?" I questioned him, sure of my words.

"I have my reasons, Grigoriev." He responded, taking an deep breath.

"Wow, I'm not 'Bell' for you, anymore ?" I breathed, faking to be amazed towards him as inside of me, I was wondering what make him change his mind to call me by my real name. "Are you going soft or it's maybe one of your usual lies ?" I continued, wanting to know even if I could prevent in advance that he wasn't going to respond. "It's sure that you don't believe someone that isn't an american."

"Yes." He simply whispered.

"For you, you need to know that I'm an british-russian woman but I guess that it doesn't change an thing for you, still staying the good american patriot, right ?" I stated clearly in front of him, remembering some words that Park used to describe him.

"What I wanted to say is that it's good that you're here." He affirmed to me, making me narrow my eyes. "I know that Adler did brainwash you, left you for dead and an lot of things but you know well of the dangers of letting Adler in Perseus's hands." He continued, trying to convince me of 'Adler's good side'

"It doesn't please me but since 'I have no choices'." I quoted the numerous times I think about that possibility. "Isn't strange to see the brainwashed woman trying to rescue the man who has broke up her brain ?" I demanded, not wanting any answers from him and I even gestured that he didn't need to respond, it was strange to be sure.

"Do you have memories back ?" He chuckled, changing the subject as he crush his cigarette with his feet.

"Yes." I replied in an low voice. "Why do you want to know ?" I added.

"I just wanted to know about this, wondering what was your past." He answered, scratching the back of his bald head.

"Sometimes good, sometimes bad." I sighed, thinking of all of the memories I did relived, it was an lot of them. "Things that I can't talk about and if I do, it's only to my closest friends." I admitted, making him sure that he's not part of that category.

"I understand." He breathed before I decided it was time to get back inside and to go to sleep. "Grigoriev !" Hudson stopped me before I could have one feet inside the hangar. "How do you feel right now ?"

"Right now ?" I repeated, an bit confused of that ordinary question from him, my hands right on the door handle. "I don't know, been to an place that I thought to have set an foot in my 'old times', it's making me nervous." I said, mentioning that fake memories I had in my head. 'Bell' knows Vietnam...not me. I then put my right feet inside before I stopped to look at him witn an serious glare....

"I'm just trying to redeem myself and make the good, Hudson, keep that in mind !"

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Put Me In a Move

Keanu Reeves x Reader 

Summary Prologue  1   2   3  4  5

Warnings- Angst, Smut/NSFW, light bondage, sensory deprivation, slight dom/sub whipped cream

Chapter 6- Come On, You Know You Like Little Girls. 

When Y/n awoke the next morning, her back was stiff and her joints ached. She was curled up on the small sofa in her trailer, the checkered fleece blanket usually thrown over the back now draped over her form and the air-conditioning humming quietly. As she sat up, a soft groan escaped her lips, which felt uncomfortably dry, in dire need of hydration and she had to squint at the light filtering through the thin curtains guarding the two windows on either sides of the trailer. 

Dazed and bewildered, Y/n let the blanket slip off her shoulders, she was still dressed in her cropped jeans and striped t-shirt from the evening before, though someone had taken off her shoes. That was when Y/n remembered; her talk with Keanu, the talk that had somehow turned into a kiss and then her falling asleep on his chest. 

Vaguely, Y/n also remembered that she'd asked him if he wanted things to go on like that. 'That', in this instance being completely undefined. His answer wasn't one that she could readily recall and Y/n could only assume that he'd left some time during the night, which, arguably was enough of an answer in itself.

But he'd kissed her.

Didn't that mean something?

It did to her.

Using weary fingers, Y/n combed some sleep-disheveled hair out of her face. It was so stupid of her to think that kiss could mean something. Standing abruptly, Y/n barely spent a minute to hastily swipe the fallen blanket off the floor, dumping it to the leather cushions. Blinking quickly, she tried to dismiss her unshed tears and swallowed the bitterness stuck in her throat. Sure, it hurt, but if he was going to just leave without as much as a note, then she was going to act like it never happened.

Of course, immature pettiness got you nowhere, but Y/n thought that she had enough time left of her life to learn the hard lessons. For now, she'd stick to acting like a teenager.

Exhaling deeply, Y/n absently shook her head, hoping the troubling thoughts, the hurt and twinge of regret would just roll off her back. But the last thing stayed, clinging to her even as she headed for the small bathroom, brushing her teeth and then stripping herself for a shower. 

How could she have trusted him that easily?

As Y/n stepped under the spray, the water just warming up as it hit her skin, a choked sob fell from her mouth and unable to restrain the emotion for any longer, Y/n finally let the tears fall. How could she have been so naive? Did she think a handful of moments spent together and a kiss would magically make everything okay between them? That he’d ever want more from her than sex? Maybe befriending him in the first place was a mistake, maybe it was time to set things right once and for all.

Spending the rest of the morning holed up in her trailer, wallowing in her misery seemed like the favorable option, but Y/n couldn’t deny that the comforts of a queen size bed and room service were ones that she’d probably appreciate. So instead, she’d pulled on a dress she’d left over as a spare outfit a while ago, finished getting ready and called her driver to come pick her up.

Back at the hotel, she’d kept her head down and her sunglasses on, not in the mood to interact with anyone and hoping to, for just once, successfully avoid Keanu, at least until she’d mustered up the courage to put him in his place. Her dullness slowed her pace though and even as Y/n dragged herself down the hall, eventually passing the door to Keanu’s suite, she couldn’t bring herself to put a little pep in her step to ensure that they didn’t cross paths. 

Upon finally reaching the unassuming oak door, Y/n sullenly rummaged through her bag for the key card, sighing softly as she eventually slipped it into the slot, turning the knob and pushing the door open. Everything looked the way she remembered leaving it early the morning before, that was, until Y/n’s feet led her to the living room.

What was he doing there?

How’d he even get in?

The little table near the screen door that opened to the balcony was decked off with a cheerful breakfast spread. The summery colors of berries sparking her attention and the waft of fresh pastries almost had Y/n drooling. The rich aroma of coffee, some of it still in a dainty french press delighted her senses and delicate china was tucked neatly in its designated spot, awaiting use. It looked as if he’d ordered almost every breakfast food he could think of; savory baked goods, fluffy pancakes, golden toast, diced fruits, seasonal berries and even a can of whipped cream. “Ke….” She breathed, unable to manage much more. At least she now knew why he’d left.

“Surprise,” he mused, approaching to slide his hands to her waist, drawing her closer.

Clearly, he remembered something that she didn’t.

“What is all this?” Y/n giggled softly, looking around, cooing at the flowers he’d chosen for the centerpiece, a handful of pink roses, some of them still in bud. “And how’d you get in?”

“Well,” Keanu affectionately pecked the top of her head, easing the bag from Y/n’s shoulder, discarding it on the armchair a few feet away, “It may or may not have taken a bribe to the cleaning lady, her name’s Ester and once you give fifty bucks she’ll give you anyone’s key card, which is worrying, but not the point,” he added lightly before getting back to the story, “And all of this,” he gestured to the spread, “Is kind of my of saying that what I said last night, but better.”

Furrowing her brows, Y/n looked up at Keanu, “Well what did you say last night?”

His mood sobered but the air was still charged with possibility, “I said that, I think that we could try this. I mean, we’re obviously both no good at staying out of each other’s way,” he chuckled nervously, “And I do have feelings for you. I know I’m not good at talking about them, but maybe if we tried to…..”

“Date?” Y/n finished for him.

“Yeah,” Keanu breathed, “Maybe if we dated,” even then, Keanu sounded unsure of if he was saying the right word. It almost sounded dirty; the notion of them dating, what would people think of them? What would they think of themselves? “We could figure it out, see where things go.”

Nodding stiffly, Y/n tried to push down the swell of panic that arose upon his wording. Keanu wasn’t looking for something committed, clearly. And Y/n? She didn’t know what the hell she was looking for. Commitment was obviously hard for her, but something casual could ruin their friendship. But above it all, she did have feelings for Keanu.

What if it was too soon after Luke?

What if she ended up hurting him too?

There were so many ‘what if’s that Y/n probably didn’t have enough fingers to count them. But the feelings were there. That night in his room, the other one in the pool, their kiss; it all meant so much to her. He meant so much to her, maybe he always did.

Keanu looked down at her, his gentle hold on her waist slackening with the worry that she might tell him to go, that he’d misinterpreted the situation and tell him to leave. His intention wasn’t to spring a decision on her, and he didn’t want to force her to return his feelings. Had he overstepped? Were things ruined between them for good that time?

The surge of anxiety was one that Keanu wasn’t expecting and nearly served to knock the wind out of him. He didn’t think that Y/n meant that much to him. But his entire being screamed otherwise, despite his logical mind’s protests. It had only been three months, a few intimate moments, not enough to constitute anything but an awkward friendship, but still, he didn’t want Y/n to reject him.

But he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to get closer either.

One problem at a time.

Keanu didn’t know how to begin to sort that out, and he certainly couldn’t do it there, right when Y/n was looking at him like the prospect of them dating was more unsettling that pretending to have sex with him while she was dating someone else. It stung a little, especially knowing that he’d gone all that way to offer her something to make up for intruding on her time the night before.

He was ready to cut his losses, when finally, a ghost of a smile turned Y/n’s lips, her speechlessness having passed, “I think I would like that,” her smile widened at the sight of his, and Y/n tilted her head, sliding her palms to his biceps, closing the space between them, “Are you sure about this?” Y/n’s hands passed his neck, fingers barely grazing his skin before she had finally had her arms looped around his neck. He liked that, more than he was expecting to. For a minute more, he considered her question; was he sure?

No.

“Yes,” Keanu’s smile wavered, but he hoped Y/n didn’t see it. Drawing her in, he bent to catch her lips, and just like the night before, the world seemed to stop, letting Keanu bask in Y/n’s sweetness. 

They moved together, one of his going over Y/n’s, her tongue barely grazing his lower lip, humming quietly at the after taste of a cigarette and black coffee that still clung to him. The tip of his nose brushed the side of Y/n’s face, but she barely felt it. Slowly, Keanu’s hands inched downwards, all the way to her hips, just before circling her body, jerking her closer. 

Stumbling forward, Y/n’s breath hitched and Keanu swallowed up her little breathy yelp of surprise. Gradually, the sensuality of their kiss grew, a sweet, tender moment of shared affections quickly grew heady and hungry, mutual desire flowing between them. Keanu's hand slid lower to her ass and emboldened by lust, one of Y/n's petite hands traveled down to cup his growing bulge, the rough denim contrasting with her delicate touch. 

"We supposed to be having breakfast," Keanu chuckled, not yet willing for them to break apart.

With a wicked glimmer in her eyes, Y/n broke their kiss, briefly glancing towards the table before leaning over to swipe up the brightly colored can of whipped cream, "We are," beaming, she offered her hand, and intrigued, he took it  letting her lead them to the bedroom.

The can was hastily set on top of the nightstand before they took each other in arms again. Y/n's lithe fingers reached for the fastenings on Keanu's pants and just as quickly as they were undone, he pawed at the flimsy plastic buttons of her dress. 

By the time they were down to their underwear, Y/n was taking the initiative to shove Keanu to the bed, straddling his waist when he was propped on the pillows, his calloused touch steady at her pelvis, admiring her unrestrained breasts. Her hand closed around the cool tin uncapping it, though just as she was spray some on him, Keanu grabbed her hand and made easy work of hastily flipping their bodies so he was on top, "I'm afraid I don't do that little one," he chortled, low and husky, swiping the whipped cream from her grasp.

Dragging her lower lips through her teeth, the teasing nickname already riling her up, Y/n rolled her eyes, giggling, "I think that's called toxic masculinity."

Raising his eyebrows, Keanu absently shook his head, "I think it means I'm the boss here," he corrected.

Scoffing, Y/n wasn't ready to give in without a little bit of a fight, "Oh yeah? Prove it," she taunted, feeling shivers run down up her spine at the shift in his gaze. The playfulness now gone, replaced with wicked mischief and a darkness that had Y/n licking her lips.

Keanu leaned down, his cotton clad erection brushing her inner thigh. His hot breath fanned her  ear, "Oh, I wouldn't mind doing just that," he nipped her ear lobe, "But I'm not sure a little girl like you could handle it."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened, "You'd be surprised," Y/n bucked her hips, the strip of arousal soaked lace barely touching his skin, "Try me," Keanu pondered on it for a minute, seemingly trying to decide for himself, "Please," Y/n whined seductively, pouting.

Huffing a chuckle, Keanu rose off her a bit, glancing around eventually settling on Y/n, the inkling of an idea urging a smirk to upturn his lips. Skimming her sides, he eventually stopped to tug on the sides of her white panties, peeling them off, “Do you like these?” He hummed, just as Keanu freed her ankles.

“I-” Y/n was going to say that she was actually fond of them, considering the perfectly matched the bra that now laid strewn on the rug a few feet away, when Keanu, looking her straight in her face, ripped the front. The tearing of lace was louder than her gasp and even as Keanu maintained the arrogant twinkle in his eyes, Y/n’s jaw hung slack, not sure if she was bewildered or aroused, “Those…..” were new; she’d gotten them when she went shopping on her afternoon off.

“Be good and we’ll get you new ones,” he winked. By then, with half the crotch now ripped down the front, what was left of Y/n’s underwear now resembled a hasty strip of fabric. Keanu leaned over Y/n, still stationed between her wildly spread legs, capturing her wrists and holding them together, “You okay with this?” He questioned teasingly, pinning them over her head, “Or is it too much yet?”

Huffing, Y/n met his gaze, longing for more, “Do it,” she challenged, “Go ahead.”

“If you say so,” without another word, Keanu tied Y/n’s wrists together, making sure that they were tied tight enough to stay put but not enough to cause any damage. Afterwards, Y/n made light work of testing their strength, a little surprised at how the delicate material held up, the feeling foreign yet strangely encouraging. She’d never been tied up, but so far, she quite liked it. “Hold them over your head and tell me if you want to stop,” thinking for a moment, he continued, “Do you have a scarf?”

“That bag,” she nodded to an open suitcase, “There should be one or a couple you can choose from.” At no haste, Keanu got off the bed, and Y/n admired the way he looked from behind, his back muscles flexing as he dug through her bag, eventually producing a black silk scarf, with pink flowers about it. He took his time, folding it down to the right size before, with her permission of course, tying it over her eyes. 

Now deprived of two senses, Y/n’s breathing quickened on for a minute, but she tried to relax. It was okay, she trusted Keanu. After a minute or two, she exhaled quietly, though, his ears still caught it, “You good?”

“Yeah,” she half sang, a breathy smile and rosy cheeks prompting Keanu to continue. Sitting back on his heels, Keanu decided that he’d rather start slowly, to savor the moment, and enjoy the sight of Y/n squirming beneath him.

Angling the can, Keanu sprayed a bit on her lips, immediately going to kiss Y/n, the sugary condiment smearing slightly. Y/n moaned quietly at the taste, responding eagerly when his tongue swirled around hers and when she felt his free hand roaming her body, groping and squeezing where he liked. When Keanu finally pulled away, Y/n gasped, her surprise only growing when he covered her hardened, sensitive nipples with whipped cream.

Keanu took one of her full breasts in his mouth, sucking off the fluffy, white, sweetness which tasted even better now that it was mixed with the taste of her skin. As he teased the tip with his teeth, Keanu’s palm slittered between her thighs, the tips of his fingers grazing her folds, “You're so wet already,” he mused, only raising his head so he could transfer his ministrations to her other boob. Meanwhile, he firmly palmed her pussy, his thumb pressed into her mound, rubbing in circular motions, stirring a string of moans and pleas from Y/n.

The feel of his tongue and teeth teasing her breasts, paired with his touch on her arousal had Y/n longing for more. Part of her wanted to see, but another knew that being blindfolded was half the fun. Her remaining senses were springing to life; she was staring to easily make out the rustling of the sheets, feel the warmth of his mouth while the coolness of the cream and tingling left by his fingers was magnified twofold, “Keanu,” her breath shuddered, her whisper getting lost in the air around them. 

“Do you like this babygirl?” A new coolness spread in a line, starting at the center of her cleavage, down her stomach and stopping at her public bone. 

“I do,” Y/n’s breath hitched at the feeling of Keanu’s lips once again descending upon her skin, his fingers slipping between her folds, his thumb rubbing her cilt as two of his digits invaded her center, their roughness creating a pleasurable friction. 

Slowly, his lips inched lower and lower, until Keanu had reached his destination. Altogether, he stopped for a moment, and Y/n whined in frustration, barely fighting the urge to move her hands and reach out for him. Not long after though, he propped one of her smooth legs on his shoulder and then Keanu ran his tongue up the length of her pussy, extracting a pleasured whine from Y/n. Just barely, she could hear Keanu’s hum of enjoyment as he sucked on her swollen nub, occasionally flicking his tongue over it, shocks dancing their way up her spine and spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her back arched and Y/n tried to buck her hips, the only thing hampering her was one of his hands slayed on her stomach, pinning Y/n to the bed. 

“More,” Y/n pleaded frustratedly, her aching need driving her to impatience, “Please Keanu, more.” Keanu didn’t respond, instead, he carried on, frenching her cilt and reintroducing his fingers, curving them slightly to hit the right spots. “Ke…..” she moaned eventually, “I’m close.”

“Do it,” he urged against her cunt, feeling her walls already starting to clench around his fingers, “I want to taste you.” Just at the beginning of her climax, Keanu replaced his fingers with his tongue, letting it work her core and lapping up her release eagerly. Her legs felt boneless and Y/n’s body reverberated with waves of ecstasy, an incoherent version of his name falling off her lips, lost in translation. 

She couldn’t see him, but Y/n felt Keanu crawling up her body, “I want you to taste yourself.” Without anything further, he captured Y/n’s lips, stealing her ragged breaths as his tongue slipped past the barrier of her teeth. It was foreign to her, having herself on her lips like that; salty, sweet and strangely erotic.

Shoving off his boxers, Keanu maintained their lip lock even as he lined himself up with Y/n’s entrance, pushing into Y/n until he was sheathed deep inside. 

The feeling of having Y/n wet, warm tightness around his hardened cock was unmatched and light years better than Keanu recalled. He groaned loudly into her mouth, taking a minute to let the feeling consume him. Unlike their first night together, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt; he’d waited too long for that moment, it was his, Y/n was his.

At least for now.

Until she left, like everyone else.

In an effort to push away the turmoil that had just plumed in his lust clouded mind like oil on water, Keanu started moving; slow and aggressive, Y/n’s initial yelps enough to fully shatter his troubling thoughts, encouraging him to look down at her. 

Y/n’s bound hands clumsily pawed for fistfuls of the pillow, still eager to follow his instructions, her eyes still covered by the black and pink silk. With each drawn on thrust, the sound of his balls hitting her heated core joined his low, throaty grunts and Y/n’s audible breaths. It all bounced off the walls, maybe even loud enough for the guest in the next room to hear. The ordinarily sturdy bed rocked with them, the cushioned headboard slapping the cool grey wall with a loud thud, the subtle creaking of the frame drowned by everything else. 

She looked so good, bound up like that, under his control. Keanu liked that, but still, he wanted, no, needed to see. To meet her gaze every time he stretched her wide, “I need to see you,” he managed through gritted teeth, pushing off her makeshift blind fold, the other still pressed into the mattress next to her head. Keanu watched as Y/n blinked slowly, eyes a little bleary and her pupils dilated, her lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks each time she closed them. Though still, even with their eyes locked, he craved more, “Louder,” he grunted, roughening his pace, using his other hand to steady her hip, “I want everyone to hear you.”

Out of instinct, Y/n continued holding back, even as the roll of his hips reached the point of nearly being assaulting. Only trashy girls screamed, right?  It wasn’t in her nature for Y/n to let herself go like that. But it hurt so good. He stretched her so wide it burned and the throbbing veins running along his god-like cock were deliciously rough. Then there was his pace, fast and volatile, unforgiving and completely dominating. No one would have thought that Keanu could go from softie to a nearly violent control freak that quickly, and Y/n was living for it. “Louder,” he demanded, going faster.

Finally, it happened, though it was out of Y/n’s control when she moaned loudly, lolling her head to the side, arching her back. Her mind was a mess and the only thing that Y/n could recognize was that she was being literally fucked senseless. After the first one broke through, Y/n’s loud moans and garbled prayers came freely and already she could feel her second orgasm creeping up on her, “Fuck!” She screamed, absently wriggling her wrists in their bind, the lace bruising her tender skin. 

“Who’s fucking you good?” Keanu cocked an arrogant grin, rousing a faint smile of Y/n’s sticky lips in return, “Let them know who’s fucking this little slut good.”

“You!” Was all she managed initially, her petite hands now slipping out of the loosened tie, her ruined panties still hanging from one hand as they both flew to Keanu’s lower back. Her long nails sunk into her skin, like feline claws, stinging pain awakening as Y/n dragged them up his back.

“Who?” He gritted, sounding almost angry, his eyes frenzied and wild, primal desire evident in the dark pools. 

“You! You, Keanu!” Y/n screamed scandalously, and for sure, anyone passing by in the hall knew what was happening, “Holy fuck!” The knot in the pit of her belly snapped, the only warnings physical, a second warm gush rushing out between her thighs as her walls clenched around his member. Her legs tangled with Keanu’s thighs going limp and jelly like. 

Riding out her high without slowing, his pace growing sloppy as Keanu approached his own climax. Y/n was barely settled when Keanu was pumping hot spurts of creamy cum into her, the bucking of his hips rigid as he grunted her name, accompanied by a string of obscenities. 

"Fuck," he breathed, eventually rolling off her. Y/n winced, knowing, but certainly not regretting, that she'd be nursing the soreness for the next few days.

"That was…." A ghost of a bright, dreamy grin tickled her cheeks, "You're…..wow."

Keanu chuckled lowly, glancing at Y/n's sated form beside him, drinking in her disheveled hair and drooping eyes, "I told you." Easing and arm around her shoulders, he reeled Y/n in, letting her settle against the chest.

"You did," she giggled sleepily, too tried to roll her eyes at his confidence. "We have to get to set soon," though, if her tone was any indication, they really wouldn't be leaving that bed before noon.

Keanu yawned, her tire contagious, and it didn't help that sleeping with her on the cramped sofa the night before wasn't particularly refreshing. "We do," he could tell she was already mostly asleep and took the initiative to pull the duvet over them, "But it's not like they're going to start without us," those were the last words that either of them registered before succumbing to sleep, knowing that they were in for one a hell of a clean up before they could leave for work.

*****

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[desiraypark]

Crowning (16) - Final

"Lightsaber”

Previous (“Highness”) Much Needed Assistance | Crowning Next Up: Skywalker (Third and Final Installment) Word Count: 2,149 Content: Violence; murder; death/death mention TW; mention of a person’s death (and their disability) used to mentally taunt a loved one; mass murder (mentioned) TW; depression TW

Kylo whirled back around, noting that the Stormtrooper was gone.

“Don’t follow me,” he said to ER, who typically kept yards of distance between them. ER-001 nodded and stood behind, and Kylo turned down a short hallway, where the suspicious trooper was standing. He took large strides toward him and closed the space between them.

“What have you done?”

He heard him swallow. “Nothing, Emperor.”

Kylo stepped close to him and pressed him against the wall. “Are you sure you want to play dumb with me?”

Shallow breaths emanated from the trooper’s helmet. Then, Kylo tilted his head. The trooper tried to grab something behind him--nothing was there but the wall. Final Order staff walked by the scene and kept walking--wanting nothing to do with what was going on.

“Okay, okay!” he cried.

Kylo released his mental grip on the young man and let him catch his breath. The man looked to his left, then his right.

“The mission on Tourma. It didn’t go how you’ve been told, Sir…”

He looked to his left and right again, and Kylo rolled his eyes. “Let’s walk.”

Kylo walked back down the hallway and out into the long corridor.

“I don’t think this is walk and talk information, your Eminence…”

“Talk before I kill you,” Kylo said, looking straight ahead.

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“You four have been assigned the Tourma mission…” General Pryde said with a little inquiry in his tone. He stood before four Stormtroopers in his living space: IA-222, IB-323, BA-4178, and IN-283.

“Yes, Sir,” they answered.

Pryde nodded and began to pace. “Do any of you remember your families?”

All four shook their heads. “No, Sir…”

“I can get access to your families. Your home planets, at least. We keep that information. For research purposes,” Pryde said.

“General Pryde promised us extra credits and information about our home planets if we turned on Captain Undilla and killed her. We landed in Tourma and went to the academy in plain clothes, pretending to be potential recruits. Then, we attacked them--the academy. We killed them all. We gave them little chance to fight…”

“And...we came back to Exegol, Sir…”

Kylo silently took in the information, then abruptly stopped in front of IN-283.

“I never approached you and you never told me this information,” he said.

“You never approached me and I never told you this information,” IN-283 repeated.

Kylo walked away from the Stormtrooper and continued with his day. ____________________

One Month Later

You and Tima paced the floor with babies over your shoulders--Vaeda over yours and Karlos over hers--lightly patting the babies’ backs. Your eyes met Tima’s and the two of you smiled at each other.

“What an incredible sight,” she said. You chuckled.

“Who would have thought?”

“My best friend, Empress. Me holding my Prince,” she said. “I never would have imagined this.”

“How do you think I feel?”

Tima scoffed and shook her head. “I couldn’t dare to imagine.”

Suddenly, the blast doors flew open and Kylo walked in.

“Leave us,” he said to Tima.

“Oh, I…” Tima scrambled to put the baby down.

“She’s burping the baby, Kylo.”

Kylo rushed to Tima, and she instinctively took a few steps back. He slowed himself and gently took Karlos from her arms. Then, he took the towel from her shoulder and tossed it over his own. “Leave us, please.”

“Yes, Sir,” Tima said. She rushed toward the door. “See ya.”

“See you later,” you said. You watched Tima walk out the door and whirled around in Kylo’s direction.

“She speaks too casually to you,” he said.

“She’s only my best friend, Kylo,” you said, rolling your eyes. He began patting Karlos’ back, eyes never leaving you.

“Why did you come storming in here like a TIE silencer?” you asked.

He paused. “I’ll tell you when we finish this.”

“You can tell me now, Love.”

“No. I can’t,” he said firmly.

You recognized something different in him. He was angry about something, but that wasn’t all. Fear was in his eyes. You got Vaeda to burp first, and Karlos eventually did the same. Then, the two of you placed the babies in their cribs.

Kylo stared at them with blank, questioning eyes. You rubbed his shoulder.

“What do you need to tell me?”

He looked into your eyes, then took your hand--guiding you to the sofa in the living space. He sat you down and returned his eyes to yours.

“Your brother and sister are dead,” he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed. You felt like someone had punched you in the gut. “What?”

“Etoran and Eden were killed. Two months ago.”

Your eyes fluttered and welled with tears. You shook your head left and right.

“Two months ago?” you asked, your voice cracking.

He placed his hand on your knee but you shoved it away.

“What do you mean two months ago?!”

“I didn’t want the information to harm you or the children,” Kylo said.

You backed away from him, butt rising and falling in a new section of the sofa, “Oh, fuck you.”

He just stared at you. Body stiff, but eyes empathetic. But you didn’t care. He could shed a tear and fall to his knees before you and you wouldn’t care. You kept shaking your head, trying to process the information.

“How?!” you asked.

He averted his eyes, then returned them to your face. “I will tell you but you can’t interrupt me.”

Your body temperature rose and you flew close to him again. “What do you mean I can’t interrupt you, fuck you!” you shouted, beating his chest with your fists. He grabbed your hands and held you still. Then, you fell into his chest and sobbed.

“After the wedding, we found out that major weapons and vehicles were showing up in the Western Reaches. Final Order designs...Dorcas was a spy.”

You sat up. “You already told me all of this, Kylo, what does this have to do with my brother and sister?!”

“He described the designs in coded messages and sent them to Jedha. A messenger would take them to Tourma, where your brother founded an academy...” 

Suddenly, you were back in Tourma, seated before your brother at the kitchen table, where he talked about starting a school.

“He named it the Tourma Expansion Academy, but it was secretly a headquarters for rebellion...” Kylo paused to gauge your current state. “Your other brother and sister designed and built the weapons based on Dorcas’ descriptions. Then, they would perfect the blueprints and send them to other organizations throughout the Western Reaches.”

“My other brother?” you asked, confused. That was all you took from what Kylo said.

“I’ve learned that he was not there when your other siblings died.”

You pulled your hands out of Kylo’s grip and stared down at your fingers.

“I sent Undilla on a mission to imprison members of the academy. Your siblings and other head staff were to be brought here. The students would be sent to prisons throughout the territory, along with other rebels...”

You just shook your head again. “Tori and Eden are dead. Tori and Eden are dead...” 

“Pryde bribed the Stormtroopers who were sent on the mission into kill Undilla. Then, they killed everyone inside the school.”

You stared at Kylo--your vision blurry.

“And you waited two months to tell me this?” you asked again.

“You did not need to hear of this while pregnant, my Love,” he said.

“STOP DECIDING THINGS FOR ME!” you shouted. You stood up and stormed to the bedroom. Then, the babies began to cry. Before plopping down on the bed, you turned around and walked back into the foyer, where they were. Kylo was already reaching down for Vaeda, and you picked up Karlos and shushed him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you whispered in his hear. Kylo only rubbed Vaeda’s back.

“Pryde is in prison. If you wish to face him before his execution, I will take you,” he said.

“What about the Stormtroopers?” you asked. You sniffled.

“They’re already dead.”

You shook your head. “You shouldn’t have harmed them. They had no choice. They never have.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks and the pain stung you again. With Vaeda in your arms, you sank to the floor and sobbed.

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“As I told your husband, even in his death, I only serve the Emperor. The true Emperor,” Pryde hissed.

You and Kylo stood over the General--stripped of his uniform and medals and patches. One of the holding unit’s guards stood outside the cell behind you, as ER-001 waited outside.

“The Final Order was at risk of another rebellion. Ren...” he said, pointing at Kylo, “...wanted to be pleasant for your sake. His scanty, Tourmian, secretary bride--”

Kylo reached for his saber, but you placed your hand over his. 

“So I did what needed to be done. What the true Emperor, would have done.”

You felt as if you’d left your body. Like you were floating. Waves rose and fell between your ears. You turned around and walked out of the cell, Kylo following behind on your left.

“If it weren’t for that wheelchair,” Pryde said. You froze. “Your brother could have had a fighting chance. I was told that he had a lot of fire in him.”

You looked down at Kylo’s hip, and you felt him looking down at you. Self-manufactured images of your siblings being murdered flickered in your head, and you yanked Kylo’s lightsaber from his holster. Then, you stared at the hilt, found the activation stud, and turned it on. You turned to face the cell.

“Open it back up,” you told the guard.

He paused, probably looking at Kylo. Kylo must have gestured behind you. For the guard opened the cell. You walked toward the General--illuminating your path, his face, and yours with an angry blood red.

“You don’t have it in you, Empress,” Pryde taunted. “You’re just--”

Eeeernkkrrrrrthumpkrrrrrrrr…

You stood over General Pryde’s body. Steam rose from his neck. The lightsaber crackled in your hand and warmed your leg. Pryde’s head was to the right of his body, the left of your feet. Suddenly, you felt your soul and your body connect--reuniting in one chaotic mess. Your hand started to shake as you stared at the sight before you--the heat of the blade get closer to your leg every time your hand wavered. Suddenly, you felt a tug at your hand.

Krrrrrrreeern…

The cell returned to its natural color, the red glow gone and the right side of your body cool again. You turned back around and took large strides out of the holding unit--through the main door and past ER-001. The skirt of your deep purple nightgown floated behind you with each step. Kylo rushed behind you and ER wasn’t far behind.

“Y/N,” Kylo called behind you.

“Leave me alone,” you whimpered, taking faster steps. ____________________

The weeks dragged by. You rarely left your bedroom--but kept Vaeda and Karlos at your bedside. All you did--day in and day out--was address their cries and crawl back into bed. But you never slept. You just replayed Pryde’s death in your head--and the visual of Tori and Eden’s deaths. Their funerals. Kylo would eat dinner alone, but he started cooking breakfast and lunch for you. He even used some of your herbs to make a tea. He didn’t bother asking which ones to use. The concoctions soon became silently welcomed surprises.

Finally, Kylo’s patience was gone. He burst into the bedroom one evening with something shiny in his hand.

“Get up,” he demanded.

You groaned and turned your back to him. “Leave me alone.”

“I said get up,” he repeated.

You pulled the covers up over your face and heard his footsteps travel around the bed to face you. You expected him to rip the covers off your face, but instead, heard a:

Eeeerrrrnnnnnnn!

You pulled the covers off your face. The entire bedroom was aglow with a dark purple. Kylo stood in the middle of the floor with a lightsaber designed just like his. Then, he walked toward you with it.

“That’s pretty. Have fun with it,” you said sarcastically. You turned onto the other side, noticing the babies were awake and both looking around at the ceiling.

“It’s yours,” Kylo said.

You turned back to face him and he turned the blades off. He held the saber out to you.

“Whether you like it or not, Sweet Girl. You are the Empress of the galaxy,” he growled. “I will teach you how to protect yourself, and our children, if ever I’m not around.” 

He leaned down and got eye level with you. 

“And as the most powerful being in the galaxy, I am not asking this of you. I am telling you.”

Kylo’s eyes nearly burned your flesh. You looked down at the weapon, placed your hand underneath Kylo’s fist, and took your lightsaber. From his hand. _____________________ TAG LIST @aloneandsleepless​ @iamasithprincess​

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They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

Summery: Natalya Lebedev, exiled princess of the Court of Bones, has returned to take back the throne that is rightfully hers. Word Count: a little over 1k Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, and death Ghoul belongs to the lovely @capricornrabies​ Tagging: @roseofalderaan​, @capricornrabies​, @littlevodika​, @notreallybeccab​, @colorfulloverbatturkey​

Blood dripped down my face onto my dress, the claw marks on my cheek burning from whatever poison was coated onto my mother’s nails, the sting of it bringing tears to my eyes. We were circling each other, the guards keeping Nyx and her soldiers barred from interfering, knowing I had to be the one to do this. I was trying to listen to where her footsteps were falling so I could figure out where I needed to go to avoid getting hit again, snarling when I felt a foot slam into the back of my leg, bringing me to my knee.

“I don’t know what you thought you could do, Natalya. You’re weak just like your father was,” She hissed in my ear, fingers grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking me to my feet. “You stupid girl, you should have stayed away and just worried about your little fashion empire. That couldn’t have been enough for you though, could it? You have to have it all, you stupid, spoiled brat.”

I sprang while she was talking, grabbing onto her face and jammed my thumbs into her eyes, pushing into them, fighting back the urge to gag at the feeling. She was thrashing in my grip, yanking a fistful of hair from head by the root and clawing at my arms to try to pry me off of her. I let go when I felt I’d done enough damage to blind her, allowing her to back off a bit.

“Now we’re on equal footing, Mother. An eye for an eye,” I spat viciously at her, continuing to push her back, snarling. “And Father wasn’t weak. He actually gave a damn about our people, not just the power of being a King. You couldn’t stand it, could you? That he was so loved by everyone and celebrated while everyone reviled your presence in court, the last born daughter of a lesser noble who couldn’t even hold a seat in court. So you took it out on everyone around you, your own daughter included. You took everything from me and I still made it. You burnt my garden to ashes when I wouldn’t comply with giving it up. You took my sight from me before casting me aside as if I were nothing more than trash, throwing me out of my own home to fend for myself. And yet I survived and I thrived. I made a name for myself in the fashion industry, creating the most popular fashion line that launched me into being a queen of the fashion empire here. I found my mate, a man who is good and kind and everything right in this world. He loves me when you always said I was unlovable and that whoever wound up being my mate would despise my very existence and you were wrong. I won mother. Despite everything you did to me, I came out of it stronger and with far more than I thought possible.” I was coming at her hard, hitting her with everything I had in me and it felt so good to get to tell her how I felt. Kicking her ass up and down the throne room felt pretty great too, if I was being honest. I was finally getting an advantage over her, having had far more time to adjust to being blind, I was able to use it to my advantage, landing blow after blow, beating her into the marble floor.

“I promised you when you had me dragged from this very room that I would come back and take the throne back, that I would make your death as painful as I possibly could. I intend to follow through with that promise, Sveta.” I grabbed her by the front of the dress, easily picking her up and threw her towards the throne, listening to her hit the large, intricately carved dragonbone seat. I would make her suffer for as long as I could before ending it; she deserved that much after the hell she put me through.

“You wouldn’t really kill your own mother, would you? Natalya, stop! We can rule together, mother and daughter running the court!” She was scrambling, trying to bribe me into letting her go. I didn’t bother giving her a reply, it wasn’t worth my time responding to such a desperate attempt to try and save her own skin. I strode towards her pathetic whimpering and stood over her with a vicious growl that emanated from my chest and out through clenched fangs. She hissed in anger and fear when she realized I wasn’t going to budge, her hand coming up and wrapping itself around my throat, squeezing hard, trying to cut off my air supply. My left hand came up and scrambled at her fingers while my other shot forward, puncturing through her chest, my fingers wrapping around her heart and I yanked my arm back out of the cavity I’d left, her still beating heart gripped tightly in my hand.

A sudden flood of bright white light flooded my vision before fading as quickly as it had appeared, leaving me blinking rapidly to try and clear my vision, which was slowly coming back. I stared down at the heart in my hand, black blood coating my bone white skin, dripping to the white floor of the throne room. It was over, finally over. I had won, my mother was dead and I was to be crowned queen in her place.

“Nat?” Nyx ventured cautiously from behind me, worry coloring her voice. I turned slowly to face her, the guards, and the soldiers we’d brought just in case Sveta wouldn’t honor the tradition of fighting one on one for the crown.

“It’s done.” I dropped the heart to the ground, trying to catch my breath, the weight of everything falling from my shoulders. My legs shook as I stood there processing what had happened, my face still burning considerably along with my forearms, blood streaking down my limbs.

“Your Highness,” One of the guards dropped to a knee, one arm behind his back, the other crossed over his chest, head bowed in respect. “We’ll get this mess cleaned up right away and get word out that you’ve returned and have taken the throne where you belong. It is good to have you back, my lady.”

I bowed slightly, watching as he barked orders to the other guards, everyone jumping into action. The handmaidens quickly gathered me up, pushing me towards my old room where they began to help me clean up despite my insistence I was perfectly capable of doing it myself. This was the part of court life I didn’t miss; the constant attention from the handmaidens and the guards constantly watching over my every move. And now that I was Queen, it would only get worse, especially when Ghoul would arrive from his latest mission.

It’s finally over though, I can actually come home and start fresh here. Everything I’ve worked towards has paid off. I would do right by my people and fix everything that had been done. I would make my father proud of me and be the ruler Sveta could never be. I could already hear the people in the streets, cheers echoing through the streets, their celebrations loud and triumphant, the relief palpable even from the palace.

[thorne93]

Inside The Criminal Mind (Part 21)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 1831

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy​​​​​​, @carryonmyswansong​​​​​​, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​ - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong​​​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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It was several days early, nearly a week. You stopped by Dexter’s work before leaving, giving him a hug, telling him you’d update him as soon as you could. He nodded and thanked you for being a good friend and apprentice. 

You boarded a civilian plane back home. You worked it out with the university to have your last exams proctored by someone else. You grabbed everything you could, packed it in your suitcases, and headed home. Spencer wasn’t expecting you, and he might even be angry but right now, you were being selfish, so you didn’t care if he was ready for you or not.

You texted Emily, asking if they were in town or not. She might’ve wondered why you didn’t just ask Spence, so you prefaced it with it being a surprise and that you and Spence weren’t talking much since you were busy with finals. She informed you everyone was at the office, and expected to wrap up around six. 

To this, you went ahead and headed home. You dropped your suitcases inside the dining room, out of sight, so that when Spence came in, he would see you first. 

You waited for what seemed like centuries. You had no idea how he would react. He might even try to throw you out of the house, which you wouldn’t even know how to respond if he did. 

Finally, a key turned in the lock and he came in. Your heart was all but hammering out of your chest as your palms got clammy. You got up from the couch and walked to stand in the archway between the foyer and the living room. Spence turned, dropping his keys in the bowl, his face forlorn before he caught you out of the corner of his eye. 

He slightly jumped. “Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you had more classes?” he asked evenly. 

“I do. I… I got another professor to proctor them,” you explained, wanting to close the gap between you two so badly that it hurt.  

Spencer frowned. “So why are you here?” 

“I was… I was having dinner with Dexter, and he said that if you were going to turn me in, that I should use my last days doing what I want, whatever makes me happiest. I thought about it, about what I’d want to want to do with my last days of freedom,” you informed, taking a few steps closer, wringing your hands nervously. You couldn’t help it, wanting to be closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he was going to have to shoot you, because you couldn't stand it any more. “And I want you. I want to be with you. Spend time with you. I don’t care if you have to pretend to like me, swallow your hate for me. I just want you, I want us, again, for a few days. Just before you turn me in. I know you don’t owe me anything but I’d have these days anyway, according to you. And… and that’s what I want from them… time with you,” you told him, a little bit out of breath.

You braced now for his total rejection. That’s all that was logical. Spencer wouldn’t, he couldn’t possibly entertain this idea. But you felt he had to know. 

“I’m not turning you in,” he suddenly started, dropping his bag on the floor casually.

“You’re not?” you asked, stunned. “Why not?” 

He let out a breath and said, “I’ve thought about it… and I understand where you’re coming from.”

Shock, more than joy flooded your system. Sure, you felt relieved, but this was certainly a surprise. 

“You… you do?”

He gestured towards the couch and you followed him.

“When I was in prison and I saw them kill Luis right in front of me… something in me snapped. I think between being falsely accused, watching the violence unfold, and the stress of our job, I just snapped. I wanted revenge. I’d never felt that before, but here was my friend, who got murdered in front of me. It’s like when we wanted revenge on Foyett, or Doyle. I felt that, sure. Morgan did too. That’s why we exhausted everything to find them. But we didn’t plan on killing them. Part of me wanted them gone, with no chance of getting out of prison but I knew that wasn’t right and it would make me the same as them.” 

“So… then why in prison…” 

“I guess because I felt trapped. In there, there is no law. It’s favors, bribes, nepotism. It’s about who knows who. Telling guards wouldn’t have mattered. Telling the team wouldn’t have mattered. It’d be just another prison shanking. But inside, I could do something about it, give Luis some sort of justice. In there, I wasn’t Spencer Reid BAU agent - I was Spencer Reid, wrongly committed felon being targeted. So I turned into something else, and when I listened to the part of me that said Luis deserved justice…. Well I gave it to him the only way I knew how.” 

“That’s… kind of what I’ve been doing with Dex. You wondered why he doesn’t just turn it over to the cops? Well he doesn’t exactly use legal channels. He breaks into homes to find proof, checks their cars, fakes identities, he goes through great lengths to prove their guilt. Things we can’t do on this side of the system. There’s no way we’d ever be granted a warrant for some of the people he’s found. Like, this one guy was a car salesman right, these two brunettes went in trying to buy a car from him. He had their home address, their name, he knew they were single…Dexter discovered that Hicks ran credit checks on the women to get insight into their private lives, finding out if they lived in homes or apartments and if they had any pets, making it easier to identify which women would be easier targets. Hicks covered his tracks by getting the women a deal at another car dealer, thus hiding his own presence in the paper trail.” You bit your lip as you tried to muster the courage to say the next part. “Spence, he went in their homes and brutally raped and murdered them. Cops had no real leads. They had DNA, sure, but this guy wasn’t in the system. Dex went, pretended he was a customer, and there, he met Hicks’ probable next victim. So he struck that night. The guy confessed to it all.”

Spencer sat there nodding. “I don’t doubt that he’s got a solid means of finding and disposing of these people, Y/N. And you’ve explained he’s just… built this way.”

“Yeah, without the code his cop father gave him, he’d be another one of our unsubs.”

“Y/N, he is one of our other unsubs,” he stressed as a reminder. “But what I want to know is… what about you? Is this just how you are or is this just the job getting to you or… where does this newfound compulsion come from?”

“Well, it’s not a compulsion. I could stop, if I wanted to,” you explained. “I just… feel good knowing that ultimately we are saving lives. Like I said, we can’t get all of these people over to the cops and even if we did, most would just bail out of jail until their trial and possibly kill again. I honestly feel like I am just doing my job without all the red tape and chance for them to do it again.”

He sat across from you, pressing his lips together. 

“I know, I sound like every delusional unsub we’ve ever had. That I have a cause and mine’s worthy, but if you say you could go to a darker part of yourself when you were in prison, feeling like your back is against the wall, then I feel like I’m doing the same thing. My back is against the wall with my hands tied out here, waiting on warrants, hoping juries find them guilty, and so… this is what I turned to. Vigilante justice.” 

“And I understand that. I thought about it and I can’t… I can’t really judge you when I did the same thing.” 

A long awkward pause filled the air before you finally spoke, the waiting killing you.

“So… what do we do now?” you asked, holding your breath. 

“Seeing as I attempted murder in jail, and you did it out here… I think we’re even.” 

“And Dex?”

“He’s free to live in Miami. We all will just forget the whole thing and go back to our lives. You give up everything you know, everything he taught you, and he can go back to his life down there.” 

You eyed him up and down. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

He took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah. I can’t say I blame you. Since prison and Cat, and the whole Ben’s Believers and getting abducted… I can’t say homicide hasn’t crossed my mind a time or two.” 

You bobbed your head. “Right… And what about us? Are we going to go back to normal? Do I need to sleep in the guest room for a while?” 

“I have… no idea. I look at you and see my wife, then I remember what you did… and how you lied to me about it for months…” 

All you could do was nod, biting your lip as you kept the tears back. 

“I know, that was the worst part.” 

“Lying to me?”

You raised your head to face him properly. “Yeah. I know, it sounds fucked up and twisted. I was killing people. But honestly, coming home to you, seeing you, and lying about what I was doing, who I was… It was horrible. Regardless of what I did, what I am, I do love you. I’d take a bullet for you. I still miss your smile, I still love your laugh, I still pray for you to tell me random facts. Whether you believe me or not, I am very much in love with you.”

He smiled slightly. “I believe you.” 

You chewed your lip before adding. “Even if you turned me in, I wouldn’t fault you or hate you. I’d love you all the same.” 

He merely nodded his head a few times. “I know.”

A faint smile ghosted your lips. “Well… you’ve had a long day at work. I’ll, uh, I’ll let you get ready for bed and I’ll go put my things up in the guest room.” 

He nodded and you two went your separate ways for the most part. You put the items in your suitcase up while Spencer readied himself for bed. 

It wasn’t ideal. And his coolness towards you stung to your core.

But at least you weren’t going to prison or getting a divorce. So, all in all, this was the best case scenario.

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Dollhouse

Chapter 2: Homecoming

Characters: Jefferson x Reader

Words: 1,323

Warnings: dark themes, abduction, drugging, medical restraint, gag, talk of body modification, fear/crying, non consent

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AN: Again this is a dark story. If it isn't your cup of raspberry tea, move along.

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Jefferson made his way down the dimly lit hallway of the medical facility careful to not make much noise as he walked. It was almost four in the morning but not all of the patients were sleeping. Most of them were insomniacs and so out of their heads they didn't know their own names much less the time of day. Jefferson needed to be quiet and quick in accomplishing what he came to do that night. He had convinced the guard to let him in so that his key card wouldn't show that he'd swiped it at the door and threw in an extra bribe to make sure the security tapes were altered. Sure this place was full of people who wouldn't be missed and "accidents" happened all the time but having a patient go missing in the middle of the night was something the government was on quickly. Jefferson had to made sure he covered every track and was thankful he had a charming personality so no one would suspect him first. 

He entered the girl's cell quickly, leaving the door ajar to make his escape easier. She was sleeping on her side, facing away from him. Her breathy was steady and she looked almost peaceful save for the occasional shudder caused the draft. The government hadn't funded the facility with enough money to purchase blankets for the patients. 

Jefferson walked over to her and reached down to brush the long hair away from her neck gently so as not to wake her before he pulled the syringe from the pocket of his white scrub top. He flicked the cap off and held his breath as he plunged the needle into the girls neck. She had a moment to open her eyes, the pain sharp and unsuspected, before they rolled back into her head and she became limp. Jefferson removed the needle and placed the syringe and cap back into his pocket then scooped the girl into his arms. He carried her out of the building, giving a nod to the guard. 

"Thanks, Niel."

"Anytime, man. Just make sure you keep your word."

"Of course. Give me about a week to get her ready."

Jefferson turned and carried the unconscious girl to his car. The black sedan sat waiting with the trunk open and Jefferson carelessly dropped the girl inside with a thud and slammed the trunk shut. He walked around and got into the driver's side, turned on the radio, and lit a cigarette before pulling off into the night. 

The girl began to stir, murmuring as she regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and squinted, a bright light nearly blinding her from overhead. She tried to lift her arm to block out the light but she couldn't move. She tested her limbs and found them all to be bound to the table by some form of straps. Her heart began to beat faster and her breathing increased as panic rushed through her. Assuming she was still in the asylum and about to begin a "treatment" she whimpered, looking around in an attempt to see the room. The overhead light was the only thing illuminating the room and it shone directly down on her preventing any sight outside the immediate area of illumination. 

"H-hello?" She called out 

She was met with silence. She sighed and tested her restrains again lifting her head to look down to discover that not only was she bound to a steel table, she was naked. Panic turned to fear and she shivered. 

"Hello!" She cried out again, jerking the restraints on her wrists  "Let me out of here!"

The door opened then and she could hear footsteps. They stopped as the person approached the foot of the table. 

"W-whos there?" She whimpered "Doctor Stein?" 

Silence. 

"Please let me go, I'm not crazy, I don't belong here, don't do this to me please!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Jefferson picked up a latex glove. She could hear it snap as he put it on and she trembled. 

"I'm sure you're confused. Allow me to explain." 

Jefferson's face came into view then as he sat on a rolling stool next to the table. His blue eyes glimmered in the light and he smiled softly at her, placing a hand on her bare stomach. For a split second she was relieved to see the nurse who was always kind to her but her relief was short lived when Jefferson's eyes darkened and he picked up a roll of medical tape and rag.  

"I-I don't-mmph!"

Her eyes widened as Jefferson shoved the rag into her mouth roughly, stretching her jaw open. He wound the tape around her head several times, covering her mouth and chin tightly to insure that she didn't remove the gag. 

"I told you I would get you out of there." He spoke calmly, pinching her chin between his fingers and holding her head steady to look at him "Now you owe me a thank you. Your thank you will be your service to me."

She furrowed her brow in confusion.

"You're going to be my meal ticket. My personal little fuck doll that I'm going to play with, not only for my pleasure but the pleasure of the thousands of other sick fucks out there that are going to watch me play with you." 

She yelled into the gag and tried to turn her head away but Jefferson's grip tightened on her already aching jaw. 

"Dolls dont speak. Therefore that little please back there is the last word you're pretty mouth is ever going to utter. I'm going to clip your vocal cords and your tongue, making sure the only noise you'll be able to make is pathetic whimpers and moans of pain."

He laughed slowly, grinning down at her.

"There will be pain, so much pain, but it's all a part of the process. By the end of this you won't feel a damn thing at all."

He stood then, releasing her jaw and rooled the stool over to the head of the table. His eyes trailed over her body and she blushed red from embarrassment of being exposed to him. 

"These aren't going to do at all." He shook his head as he grabbed her breast roughly making her wince and cry out "Luckily I have a way to make these pathetic excuses for tits much bigger without any invasive surgery.".

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. Her breasts weren't small, but not large either. She thought they were perfectly round and pert and they gained a lot of attention from the boys at school. Why would he want them bigger? Why was he even doing this to her in the first place? 

"What else can I do…" Jefferson mused as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger "I'm definitely going to shave your head."

He ignored her muffled screams.

"All of your body hair will be removed permanently. Maybe I'll add some piercings. Small ones, nothing dramatic, just to your nipples and clit."

As he spoke he moved around to the end of the table to inspect her from that end and began to massage her right foot. 

"Hmm. Did you ever take ballet?"

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face now. 

"Then you'll have no idea how much it hurts to stand on your toes. How much damage it can do. You'll find out soon, I've got a beautiful pair of ballet boots just your size. Shhh now, you'll get used to wearing them don't worry. I've got all sorts of things for you to wear actually." 

He chuckled darkly as he stood. 

"I think that should be enough modification." He reached over to grab something off a table that sat out of sight "For today anyway. Let's begin." 

The sound of a razor turning on filled the room, drowning out her sobs.