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moonlit-jeno · 3 years ago

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red door, yellow door (m.)

pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun

words: 8.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)

One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.

You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.

Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.

“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.

After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.

“What do you see?”

Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.

“Anything else?”

A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two

“Go in.”

You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.

“Do you see anyone?”

A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.

“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.

“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.

“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”

Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.

“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.

“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.

Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”

You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”

“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”

You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”

Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.

“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.

You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?

You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.

“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.

“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.

“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.

“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”

You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.

It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.

He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.

“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier.

You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.

His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.

You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.

You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.

You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”

He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”

This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”

“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-

You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.

Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.

“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?

“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.

Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”

You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”

Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”

You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”

He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”

You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”

“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.

“I did say within reason, so no.”

You huff. “I expected that.”

Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.

Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.

Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?

A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.

You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.

You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.

You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.

It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.

Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.

“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.

“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.

“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”

You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.

“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.

“Where are we going, little bird?”

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”

You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.

You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.

“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.

“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.

“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”

Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.

You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.

“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.

“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.

“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”

Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection

You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.

“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.

“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”

“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.

You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”

“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?

“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.

Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.

The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”

You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.

“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”

Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.

“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.

Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.

You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.

You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.

“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.

The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.

“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.

Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”

Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.

Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.

He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”

You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.

Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?

Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.

You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.

“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.

“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.

“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”

Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.

“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.

The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”

You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.

“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.

“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.

The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.

Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.

“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”

He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.

You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.

Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.

Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.

“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.

You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.

You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.

“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”

You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.

Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.

Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.

Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.

“Mark,” The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”

Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.

“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.

“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”

Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.

“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”

“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.

“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”

Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.

“How close are you?”

He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?”

Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”

He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”

There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.

“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.

You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.

A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”

He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.

Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.

You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.

Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.

Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.

“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.

“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.

When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.

Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.

The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.

You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.

The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.

#mark smut #mark lee smut #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #super m smut #nct u smut #gonna delete any asks abt bts or the old blog so pls dont send any lol #not for bad reasons or anythnig i just dont have anything to say abt them #ummm ok i did edit this but it was originally jin and hoseok so if you see their names that's an accident my b #anyways enjoy kdjsnfj

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forthegothicheroine · 3 years ago

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How Other Great Detectives Would Solve the Murder of David Kentley

Inspired by @ bpdtomwambsgans . A series I do sometimes. Assuming we’re still using the setup of the film Rope, all the detectives here will be at a disadvantage because they don’t go in even knowing a crime has been committed. I considered over whether any of the detectives could reference the real life Leopold and Loeb and decided against it, although it would have been hilariously stupid if that crime had existed in the Rope universe (”RIP to Leopold and Loeb but I’m different.”- Brandon, probably.)

Columbo: @ bpdtomwambsgans said that he was Rupert’s ex-boyfriend, so sure, let’s go with that. He tries his best to be polite during Rupert’s incoherent philosophical ramblings, although he offers interjections such as “Aww, geeze” and “I don’t know about that.” He keeps his eyes on Brandon and Phillip the whole time, though. They seem nervous, could he offer them any cigars? It really is a shame David couldn’t be here. Columbo comforts David’s loved ones, but keeps slipping surreptitious glances at the boys- particularly the arrogant Brandon, even though Phillip would seem to be the more obvious. Finally he says that he’s very sorry, but he’ll have to ask them to come in for questioning. Brandon gives the grubby little untermensch a haughty attitude, and then Columbo shows him David’s left behind, monogrammed hat.

L: I’ve given L a hard time in this series, but I think he’d be in his element here. He sits perched on his chair nibbling on only the dessert, staring unblinking at his fellow guests. When Rupert goes on his ramblings about how the Nietzschean superman could commit murder and be morally justified, L just says “No,” and stares at him until he becomes too uncomfortable to go on. He starts idly kicking at the chest holding up the food table, and comments on the oddly non-empty sound it makes, while staring at Phillip and Brandon in a knowing fashion. After enough of this, Phillip has a screaming nervous breakdown.

Sam and Peter: These guys are actually beautiful, perfect foils for Brandon and Phillip! The series they are planning to film would have been all about implying their teacher Rupert Cadell was a serial killer (he has been happy to give plenty of sinister interviews!), and Peter has his cell phone camera surreptitiously on during Rupert’s Nietzschean superman speech (he will edit the clip at the end to say “I swear to god, we did not dub any of this!”) Already knowing and disliking his sycophants Brandon and Phillip, they keep asking annoying questions about murder (Sam: “Hypothetically, would your theories justify me killing Peter to get to his hot mom?”) Phillip thinks they’re onto him when they are not, which leads to them actually becoming onto him. Sam ‘accidentally’ knocks over the buffet table in the hopes of creating a distraction to search the house, but oh shit, there’s a body in that chest! The finale to this web series will involve them wondering about the responsibility a teacher carries with them in shaping the minds of their students.

Sherlock Holmes: Holmes is happy to engage in philosophical debate with Rupert, and responds to his Nietzschean superman speech with one intellectual point after another- how would a man realize he was superior? Wouldn’t a profound belief in one’s own inherent superiority indicate a lack of self-questioning, a flaw in itself? At the end of hours of discussion he reveals that Brandon and Phillip murdered someone because of the exact pattern of worry wrinkles in Phillip’s forehead and the direction Brandon’s eye twitched that one time.

Dale Cooper: I love Cooper, but he isn’t going to solve a case in a single night. He can’t solve a case in a single season.

Kinsey Millhone: Kinsey dislikes Brandon but takes an unexpected liking towards the nervous Phillip and wonders if he’s being abused by his partner. Not exactly, as it turns out. She cuts Rupert off during his Nietzschean superman speech by asking if he’s ever seen the body of a murder victim. Does he think it would look like a work of art? She nevertheless correctly reads that he’s all talk, while Brandon seems to be responding to the speech with genuine callousness. She tries to talk to Phillip privately when David doesn’t show up, and incites Brandon’s jealousy. Phillip and Brandon fight, and in the course of this they reveal some very incriminating details. Rupert puts it together and yells “Did you think you were god, Brandon?” “Why shouldn’t he?” Kinsey says. “You told him he was.”

Miss Marple: Of all the detectives here, I think Miss Marple is the best suited to solving a murder over the course of a single dinner party without doing any legwork. She knows David, he’s a dear, and he wouldn’t just abandon his loved ones to worry about him. She spots the monogrammed hat and hears the lies Phillip and Brandon tell about themselves and notes their attentiveness to Rupert and his speeches about Nietzschean supermen. She correctly deduces that Rupert is all talk, though, and at one quiet point she takes his hand and says “I hope your little jokes haven’t set something terrible in motion.” Rupert is unexpectedly drafted to do her legwork and uncover the corpse beneath the table.

Hercule Poirot: Poirot does not enjoy nasty topics over dinner like inherent superiority and how smart people should be allowed to commit murder, so he’ll already be on edge. (So is Hastings, but he just reacts by going “I say, isn’t this a bit much?”) He is dotingly attentive to David’s loved ones when he doesn’t show up and purse-lipped towards Brandon and Phillip for their callousness. Normally he might need longer to ruminate on a crime, but these boys were not exactly criminal masterminds so he’d probably poke a million holes in everything they said about themselves and with each pointed question he grows more certain that something terrible has happened. Rupert puts it together based on Poirot’s questioning and yells “Did you think you were god, Brandon?” “Worse,” says Poirot- “they thought you were.”

Philip Marlowe: I’m going to avoid emphasizing Marlowe’s weird homophobic scene in the novel version of The Big Sleep (you’ll notice I left Sam Spade off this list for similar reasons) and instead say he dislikes Brandon and Phillip because they are slimy little weasels (perfectly valid!) But he’s not even here to see them, he’s here because the investigation of an art theft lead to a murder for hire which lead to a diamond smuggling operation controlled by the mafia who turned out to be using a snooty prep school to deliver heroin. Or something like that. At some point during the evening when things are getting suspicious, he pays a bellboy to burst through the door waving a fake gun. “I did it, I did it, I killed David, don’t arrest me!” yells Phillip.

Phryne Fisher: Phryne immediately throws a wrench in things by being her usual flirtatious self and inadvertently coming between Brandon and Phillip. Both start to be worried that she will seduce the other into giving away answers, and just to show off how little he cares, Brandon starts responding to her flirtation in a very showy fashion. When David’s loved ones start to worry about his whereabouts and the boys don’t seem terribly sympathetic, she gets a nasty hunch and sneaks around the house to try to put it to rest. She finds David’s hat and has an even nastier feeling about it. It’s probably not enough to get the boys arrested, but she could at least get Jack to question them. When the boys hear her calling the police, Brandon orders Phillip to silence her. Instead, she overpowers him with a series of artful elbow jabs. Not so superior now, is he?

Sam Vimes: Vimes spends the whole dinner pressing his hands down on his legs in a desperate effort to keep from punching Rupert. If Brandon and Phillip are lucky, this will distract him from realizing there is actually a dead body in the room. If they aren’t, and he realizes they killed someone to prove hos posh they were and then invited the victim’s family over? Hoo boy. I believe the appropriate term here is “Vimes is going to go spare!”

Benoit Blanc: I can so easily see Blanc being invited to this party. Hell, if Knives Out had been made in the 50s, James Stewart would have played him! He spends all of Rupert’s Nietzschean superman speech making distracting finger taps on the table, periodically interrupting him. Once David’s loved ones start worrying about his whereabouts he spends most of his time consoling them, but notices how oddly unsympathetic Brandon and Phillip are. When Phillip lies about having strangled a chicken, he asks “Now why would a man lie about strangling a chicken? It doesn’t seem the kind of thing that slips one’s memory.” When he finally finds the body in the chest, he gives a very similar speech to the boys to the one in the film (”Did you think you were god, Brandon?”) but he also castigates Rupert for having given them an elevated excuse for petty sadism.

Sammy Keyes: Sammy thinks she saw some guy in this apartment strangle another guy in the window across from her. That can’t be right, can it? People don’t just murder each other in front of windows? She doesn’t have proof to go to the police with, plus it might reveal she’s living in a place she isn’t supposed to be in, so she makes an emergency run to the thrift store to get a grey dress and an apron and pretend to be general apartment staff. Don’t mind her, the hotel kitchen just sent her to make sure the right food was delivered! Sorry she knocked over that hatstand, she’s just so clumsy! Let her just clean the dishes off that buffet table, oh no, in the process she’s opened the chest underneath!

Will Graham: Will falls under Rupert’s influence and is inadvertently manipulated into becoming yet another would-be Nietzschean killer.

#great detectives series #rope

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kyuuppi · 4 years ago

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“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣ You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣ Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣ He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do.

➣ That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings.

➣ Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea.

➣ You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣ The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣ Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣ Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣ “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣ Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections.

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor.

➣ But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day.

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear.

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by.

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!”

�� And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around.

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room.

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you.

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support.

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up.

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely.

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies.

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap.

➣ “Don’t do it though.”

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak.

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.”

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission.

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends.

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person.

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together.

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating.

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist.

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up.

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement.

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired.

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so.

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first.

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them.

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.”

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch.

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys.

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own.

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks.

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brandstifter-sys · 2 years ago

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I Caught Fire

@dukexietyweek Day 2: Music

Word Count: 1419 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T+

Warnings: Death mention, gore mention, sex mention

Virgil plays guitar, and Remus loves when Virgil sings for him

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It wasn't always easy to sneak up on Virgil. Sure when he could keep quiet, Remus was good at it, even if it got him punched by the embodiment of fight-or-flight. A lot of the time he couldn't, because he always got so excited to tackle his boyfriend with affection.

Remus was in the mood to get some morbid attention and he knew just where to find his Sweet Sacrifice!

Virgil was in the Imagination, in his own small corner where he had full control. As Anxiety, he was blessed and cursed with a permanent spot in the Imagination to play out his constant fears and worries.

But he was relaxed, sitting on a grassy hill under a seemingly dead apple tree and idly strumming an old acoustic guitar, trying to find the right song to play at the moment. He was content to stare off into the distance at Remus' realm and appreciate it in its twisted elegance. It was a reflection of him.

Virgil chuckled to himself at the thought of Remus being elegant. It was possible, but he preferred the ball of chaos with a knack for the macabre and the sweetness of a corpse.

His fingers moved before he realized it. But he didn't mind the melody. Not when the song was so fitting.

"If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs Would you still love me anyway? If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed Would you still love me anyway?"

Remus crept up the hill behind the tree, listening to the most beautiful voice secretly serenading him. He didn't want to interrupt, happy to swoon over the siren song that lured him into the waves of that deep, scratchy melody.

Why don't you love me anyway?

Remus grinned wickedly and rolled his shoulders. He could pounce and prove that he would love that edgelord anyway, no matter how gruesome he could get.

And then Virgil slowed his fingers, lingering on the last line. If he were anyone else, Remus would assume that the song was over. He knew better. But that didn't stop him from trying to tackle his boyfriend!

Virgil immediately jumped out of the way, still holding his guitar. He stared at the mess of a man on the ground, giggling even though he landed on his face.

"That's one way to say hi," Virgil huffed as Remus' sat up with a bright grin.

"It is! And I just had to make it special since you're serenading me so sweetly!"

"That is literally a song about a serial killer who's obsessed with a girl who doesn't love him and then he kills her," Virgil frowned. Remus simply leaned against the tree and spread his legs.

"I know, but when you sing it, you're just tempting me with a good time! And we both know you're singing about me, which is just heart boner fuel! Consider me seduced, and ready to be Sleeping with a Siren"

"I can do better," Virgil quipped and eyed his duke smugly. This hyper man-puppy was always craving affection, even if he wanted it to hurt. He was vibrating and excited to see what his Scare Bear could come up with.

Virgil sat between his legs and situated his guitar on his lap. He played a few chords and started to play the one song that could make even Remus a mushy romantic.

"Seemed to stop my breath My head on your chest waiting to cave in From the bottom of my Hear your voice again Could we dim the sun and wonder where we've been? Maybe you and me, so kiss me like you did My heart stopped beating, such a softer sin I'm melting"

Virgil sang softly and closed his eyes, letting the music fill him. He could taste the truth behind the lyrics, swirling in his chest like a firestorm.

"In your eyes, I lost my place Could stay a while And I'm melting In your eyes like my first time That I caught fire Just stay with me, lay with me now"

Remus wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist and nuzzled into his shoulder. He wanted to hold this wizard and melt into him, body and soul. He could drown in that voice and he wanted to.

"Never caught my breath Every second I'm without you, I'm a mess Ever know each other Trust these words are stones My cuts aren't healing Learning how to love I'm melting"

"I'm melting," Remus muttered and kissed his neck. He knew how much of a mess Virgil was when he cut the duke off, and how badly he needed the duke's brand of affection. Remus knew it would take time for Virgil to warm up to him again, and he was surprised at just how quickly Virgil got comfortable with him again.

"In your eyes, I lost my place Could stay a while And I'm melting In your eyes like my first time That I caught fire Just stay with me, lay with me Stay with me, lay with me now"

Remus was warm, holding him like a teddy bear. Virgil could fall asleep in his arms, could stay in this position and sing to his loving Cuddlefish until the end of time. Virgil would never let him go again, unless Remus wanted to end things.

"You can stay and watch me fall And of course, I'll ask for help Just stay with me now We could take our heads off, stay in bed Just make love, that's all Just stay with me now I'm melting"

"I'm melting," Remus said and lifted his head. He was completely enamored. Having Virgil pressed against his chest, his voice vibrating through the both of them, it was simply perfect.

He couldn't help it if he held tighter and peppered Virgil's neck with kisses. He loved the way Virgil flinched from the tickle of his mustache and soft lips. He loved that no matter how he twitched, Virgil kept playing without making a mistake, as if this song was wired into his fingers.

"In your eyes, I lost my place Could stay a while And I'm melting In your eyes like my first time That I caught fire Just stay with me, lay with me In your eyes, I lost my place Could stay a while And I'm melting In your eyes like my first time That I caught fire Just stay with me, lay with me Stay with me, lay with me In your eyes Let's sleep 'til the sun burns out I'm melting in your eyes In your eyes Let's sleep 'til the sun burns out"

"I'm melting in your eyes," Remus hummed softly and tilted Virgil's head to look into those beautiful gray eyes.

"Remus—"

"I love you, Scare Bear. The fires in my chest have never gone out, I'd rather spend an eternity decaying with you than anyone else. No matter how angry the storm, I'm yours."

Virgil struck, dragging him into a kiss. He dropped his guitar, letting it twang as he grabbed Remus' face to pull him closer.

"You were supposed to seduce me!" Remus teased between kisses. Virgil was not about to let his mouth get away!

He twisted and straddled Remus' lap, knocking him against the tree. Remus had no time to react before those lips were on his again, melding with his and pulling his soul from his body. Remus grabbed his shoulders, inviting him to keep going.

"You were seduced before I started," Virgil gasped, his lungs screaming at him for air, "Are you complaining?"

"Not at all," Remus giggled and kissed his forehead, "I want to burn with you. I'll stay with you and lay with you, right here, right now. But we're moving once the sun sets. I don't want the vampires seeing me all soft and vulnerable!"

Virgil licked a long stripe up his cheek and chuckled, "How about we go back to your room and smolder until we get to visit the timeshare in hell once the sun goes down."

"Cuddles and nap time!" Remus giggled, "You know just what to say to make me squishy!"

"You're my squishy, and I love you," Virgil hummed and hugged him like a koala.

"You're my siren, and I love you more!" Remus giggled and licked his cheek, "And even without your musical charms!"

"Mmm," Virgil hummed and nuzzled his shoulder, "You have musical charms too, dingus. And I'd fall for you just the same."

The songs referenced are "Helena" by Misfits and "I Caught Fire" by the Used

#dukexietyweek2022 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #sex mention tw #gore mention tw #death mention tw #sandyscribed

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lunaastoir · 4 years ago

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Hi! I really enjoy your writing so is it alright if i request xiao, diluc, childe with an idol s/o where one of their old stalkers come back or they just recently had a stalker in general but with how busy they were since they’re an idol they don’t even notice? And something bad happens (i cant think of anything</3) Thank you very much !!

hi anon!! a million apologies since this is so late but i hope you like the fic <3

there also aren’t any explicit details for anything bad happening - i briefly touched on subjects that you may not have control over, i hope that’s ok!

warning (?): struggled a bit on this prompt so i apologize in advance if this isn’t my best work LMAOO

gn! reader

tw: hints of assault, slight angst, very light abuse if you squint

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xiao

now xiao is a very observant man but he's also extremely busy keeping liyue safe

he makes it a point to always come to your shows even if you don't actively see him bc he cares a lot abt you and he enjoys listening to your music ‼️

it's normal for him to sometimes get lost between his own world of demonslaying and the world he shares w you

so one night, he's hanging on the rafters of a house with the perfect view of your singing

everything goes smoothly, he sets his spear down while lightly swaying his head to the music

the concert ends and fans disperse after you say your farewells

a night like this is rare since for once, xiao can walk home w you back to the inn sweet boy really cleared out his schedule for you huh

you're unsurprised when you see him materialize next to you, opting to flash him a smile and a hello

his cheeks are lightly flushed as he crosses his arms before talking quietly about how well you did

he relishes in the wide smile you give him as a result of his praise and he lets the corners of his lips curve upwards slightly

the quiet bustle of the harbor seemed to slow down as the night grew longer

since this was a fairly large concert, you had boxes among boxes of equipment so xiao decided to make your life easier by quickly flying them to their appropriate locations

when he got back however, he was surprised to see you talking animatedly with someone

he didn't think anything was wrong until he saw the person trap you between the stage and words filtered into his ears

your back was painfully pressed against the stage wall as you defiantly met their gaze. after xiao had left, they had immediately come over to you: first introducing themselves as a fan and making amiable conversation, before divulging in personal details of your life that made your skin crawl. you weren’t helpless, you always had your weapon on hand regardless of whether you were performing or not. the way they pushed you against the wall however, made it near impossible to summon your sword should you need it.

they leered down at you while balancing an arm against the wall next to your head. you had dealt with things like this before so you weren’t overly worried; you could defend yourself. you almost felt pity for the person in front of you as they asked for your number with a sadistic grin, disgusting words tumbling off of their lips. however, that was before you felt their cold fingers idly make their way to your stomach and you felt your breath hitch. oh no

the telltale sound of whooshing alerted you of xiao’s presence, and the press of the tip of his spear against their jugular brought you relief.

“back away” he tightly growled while his golden eyes narrowed into slits. they stared at him in shock before holding their hands up and moving to step a foot away from you.

“farther” he motioned with his spear before stepping in front of you as you attempted to collect yourself.

“ok ok, i’m far away can you put your spear down now?”

“no.”

you mentally cursed as you watched the two of them glare at each other. this was supposed to be a carefree night but this unfortunate twist made the air thick with tension. you could feel the anger radiate off of xiao in waves and in an effort to deescalate the situation, you spoke.

“i’m glad to meet such an...avid fan but i’m sorry the two of us must get going now” you hastily said before attempting to grab xiao’s hand and walk off past them.

the next words had you halt your steps as they divulged their secret.

words painted in careless arrogance with hints of violet overconfidence flew out of the person’s mouth - “judging from the weeks i’ve been following you, it didn’t seem like you had a boyfriend”

at the mere mention of prolonged stalking, xiao immediately lunged to pull you behind him. god, he didn’t kill mortals but he swore if he plunged his spear into this human being right here, no one would even blink twice considering how low of a person they were.

“if i ever see you near them again, i will not hesitate to kill you. i won’t blink twice, i already have blood on my hands.” he ground out.

at the threat, the person grudgingly turned their back to you before leaving the two of you alone in the quiet harbor.

you carefully reached a hand out to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder, but stopped after you saw the expression on his face. the mix of rage, sadness, and anguish imprinted his features as you watched his chest rapidly rise and fall - a result of his emotional battle.

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice them before. i should’ve been paying more attention to you” he whispered before silently striding away from your grasp

you knew that no matter how many reassurances you gave him about how, “it’s not your fault xiao, i didn’t notice them either” he would still blame himself.

he was supposed to protect you right? so why couldn’t he sense the danger beforehand? what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there?

it’s still a learning process for him to realize that things happen, and he inevitably couldn’t be there to save you from everything. he needs time to understand and adjust. you’re willing to wait, patiently helping him through it. why? because love is worth it.

god im sorry this ended up kinda sad whoops

diluc

i swear everytime i say i’m a childe simp diluc kinda wrecks me

ahem anyways onto the hc!

he’s kinda never around but similar to xiao he will overwork himself to clear out an hour or two just to watch your concerts

he’ll always stand off to the side too so if you tilt your head while you’re singing you can spy his red hair

you always flash him the sweetest smile and this man blushes like CRAZY before quickly lifting his hand up to give you a thumbs up

everyone watching the both of you like 😍😦

people think it’s the cutest thing i swear like c’mon the elusive “bachelor of mondstadt” being seen in public supporting you??? wow pls can we share him

he walks with you back to the winery, the entire time linking his hands with yours while gushing about your performance

1939248/10 it’s literally the sweetest thing

the next day however, adelinde brings you a pink letter addressed to you

he doesn’t pry because it’s addressed to you and it’s your business but as the letters start coming by everyday, he starts to grow curious

one day he straight up just asks you about it

“hey, you know those pink letters you keep getting? who are they from?”

you laugh slightly at his bashfulness and respond with a “just some overexcited fan” and he smiles before kissing your forehead

he loves that people are noticing your talent

loves it! until you get stalked by the same person who wrote you those letters while you were shopping!

diluc knows something’s wrong when you rush into angel’s share panicked after not returning his usual smile.

“darling? are you ok?” he asks worriedly before quickly setting down the glass he was cleaning to move towards you.

the widening of your eyes as you looked behind you at the sounds of someone else entering was all he needed to swiftly step in front of you, blocking their gaze of your face.

the slightly panicked look in your eyes before you hurriedly whispered, “they’re following me” made diluc glance at them subtly out of the corner of his eye. he watched as they walked over to find a seat next to the bar, seemingly ready to order a drink. he quietly asked if you would like to sit in the room reserved for the employees, away from their prying eyes. your hasty nod was all the confirmation he needed for him to let you access the door behind him.

the night went by fairly smoothly with kaeya’s usual teasing and venti’s usual begging for alcohol. diluc’s eyes narrowed however, when the person seemed to ask him questions regarding you. things like, “i heard you’re dating y/n... they’re amazing, how long have you been together?” and “do they live with you at dawn winery?” diluc answered these questions as short as he could, trying to convey with his body language that he truly did not want to talk to them.

everything was going well until he made the mistake of leaving the bar unattended. he had briefly forgotten about your residence in the room behind him as his mind immediately gravitated to breaking up a brawl. when he returned, the half drunk glass of liquor combined with the person’s absence from their seat, caused sparks of worry to light up inside his chest.

turning to the door, he knocked once.

“is everything alright in there love?”

the sounds of things rustling about and the occasional muffled voice had him opening the door quickly. he saw you with your arm being held tightly in their grasp, your mouth muffled with their hand, while you strained against them by pulling at your arm.

diluc immediately made his way over to you, quickly pulling your arm away before letting you enter into his embrace.

“get out.” the venomous words clawed their way out of his throat as he looked at them with eyes that screamed hatred. his blood was boiling as his mind replayed the scene; your scared expression and their greedy eyes.

diluc didn’t need to repeat himself twice as they ran out, trying not to trip over crates of wine. he made a mental note to find out who they were in order to make sure they never came near you ever again.

he quickly looked down at your form, relaxing slightly at the sight of your tentative smile. “my knight in shining armor” you joked before softly nuzzling your head into his shoulder. the anger had yet to dissipate from his veins, and although he knew you were still shaken up, he was sure you would be fine.

a pink letter placed on the table next to you caught his eye, and he made sure to quickly pocket it as he led you out, gently jesting with you about the “unnecessary amount of wine barrels in here, diluc this is a safety hazard!”

he would deal with this person later.

childe

ayo AYO ITS THE TOY SALESMAN

ok tbh he’s very rarely around so he unfortunately cannot make it to all of your shows

dw tho, he will try his hardest to be there for the ones he’s in town for bc what is he if not your number one hype king???

ok kinda creepy! alert

he’s tasked two of his subordinates to keep watch over you whenever he’s out of the harbor

it’s not anything creepy,,, he just gets extremely worried abt you and wants to make sure you’re safe

sO when he gets a ransom note??? he’s understandably confused but also very much freaked out

bc did they not know who he was??? the fact that they thought they could get away with holding you captive was quite honestly kind of funny to him

very stressed and angry tho - hides it behind a facade of smiles but he’s raging

takes him only a few hours to track you down bc he had everyone and i mean EVERYONE looking for you

the note crunched in his hand as the harbinger made his way towards windrise. his pace was erratic, long legs rushing towards the small cave his agents had found. they were bordering the perimeter of the enclosure, careful to not alert you or your captor of their presence. childe’s subordinate head had calmly stated that childe need not come out to rescue you, the situation was under control and they could do it for him. however, childe’s sharp gaze along with his sickly sweet words of “thanks but no. i’m coming out to see this sorry asshole for myself” had the agent backing away apologizing. he wanted to see the look on this person’s face before he shoved their sorry ass into the abyss himself.

as he reached the opening of the cave, he glanced over his shoulder at his head agent; a silent warning to keep the area sealed. his blue eyes glinted with a thirst for blood before making his way into the cave, sealing off the exit with his body.

“well well, playing games with the love of my life are we?”

his teasing words reached your ears as your eyes immediately found the face of your boyfriend. you weren’t horribly scared, just a little shaken up and sore from the bindings on your wrists. relief coursed through your body at the sight of him. you needn’t put in your plan of getting out of these bindings to fight your captor yourself anymore.

childe’s eyes quickly scanned over your frame, making sure you weren’t hurt. at the state of you completely unharmed, the harbinger let his heart calm down slightly. you were completely ok.

“wait a little longer, love? i promise this will be over soon”

the wink he sent you had you lightly rolling your eyes at his antics before he directed his attention back to your kidnapper. if your captor wasn’t scared before, they were certainly shaking in their boots now at the sight of childe’s twin hydro blades rotating playfully in his hands.

“listen, all i want is the money-”

“and all i want is your head”

your boyfriend smiled after cutting them off. the severity of the situation truly seemed to sink in at that moment before pleas of mercy fell from your captor’s lips, desperate to escape the bloodthirsty gaze of the harbinger. childe’s eyes flickered over to yours where you sat there, with your head ferociously shaking. a silent “no.” he sighed before swiftly bringing his arm up to hit your captor on the head, effectively knocking them out cold.

his hands worked at the ropes holding you and he gingerly rubbed at your bruised wrists. you silently thanked the archons he could never say no to you. archons forbid what would've happened if you hadn’t said anything. while you were explaining what happened, the young man quickly scooped you up in his arms before walking out of the cave.

you playfully hit his shoulder while muttering “drama queen” but you stopped when you saw his face morph into an expression of seriousness. you had informed him on the situation about your captor revealing themselves to be a recent stalker of yours, completely oblivious to the look of frustration on his face as he freed you from your bondages.

“i was scared you know.” he quietly divulged. “i knew that it wasn’t anything extremely serious but i... i was still scared”

you swore as you looked at him in that moment, he had turned ten again. the youth of his face betraying his vulnerability.

you quietly hummed before tangling your fingers in his hair. “i hope you know it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not even the two fatui agents who you sent to stalk me while you were away.”

he quietly laughed at that before mentally filing away a reminder for a lecture to those two agents in the near future.

“i’m just glad you’re safe. i know you can save yourself but i’ll always be here. i still wish you would let me take care of your asshole kidnapper myself though.” he pouted jokingly.

“i’m sure the millelith will lock them up for a long time.” you laughed sweetly.

his usual smile reappeared at your antics. maybe he didn’t get to beat your captor up and do...much worse. however at the end of the day, your smile was still intact regardless of what happened. that’s all he wanted.

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delicrieux · 4 years ago

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corpse husband... 👀 could I get a soft pastel aesthetic reader playing among us with the group and being absolutely terrible at it. maybe like she sees him kill someone and doesn’t say anything or report it and he follows her around to sorta protect her from the other imposter? at the end she asks why he didn’t kill her and he says it’d be too easy but ofc someone’s gonna make jokes and be like “no you’re just a simp” idk i think that’d be funny? you dont have to tho- no worries

⤹⋆⸙͎۪۫｡author’s note: we love pastels and corpse in this house. we love the “i’m helping cuz u cute” trope. we love the public simping. gotta stan this request

masterlist.⁀➷｡˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ ༄

There is a long list of things you’re terrible at, and Among Us is at the very top. But besides your lack of prowess at the game, it is perhaps luck you should curse, for what you have just witnessed will send you into the afterlife: Corpse’s little black astronaut murdering Rae in cold blood. You still by your keyboard; out of the corner of your eye, you see he chat going nuts. The stream just got ten times more interesting.

For a long few seconds neither of you move. You’re not exactly surprised Corpse is the Impostor, it’s just that you desperately did not want to get in his way - you’re bad enough at this game as it is, and trying outmaneuver the master at this game of chess? Impossible.

Shrugging, you glance at your camera, “I ain’t see nothing.” Before, in-game, you promptly turn on your heel and glide to the other side of the map. Corpse follows. You start sweating, “Noooo, I swear I’m not gonna snitch, please spare me, sir. I swear on my” You idly tap your cat headphones with your hand, “-only prized possession. And my plushie collection.” He’s still trailing after you, even when you hop into Navigation. Turning to the chat, you ask, “Guys, how do I telepathically convey to Corpse that I’m not going turn him in? No one tell him, though, that’s cheating.”

“girl, start manifesting” one comment reads.

“Oh, manifesting, okay. Saw that on TikTok. I also heard it’s like a big thing in LA.”

You’d imagine that if somehow you were actually transported to the cool chamber of a dying spaceship, cornered by a black figure with devil horns blocking your exit, you would probably start crying. But you’re safe in your little stream room, decorated in fairy-lights and soft colours and even softer blankets. That initial primal fear of having nowhere left to run lingers, though, and you gulp.

A meeting is called and you breathe out a heavy sigh of relief before unmuting your mic, the first to chime, “What happen--No! Rae! Who killed Rae, fess up now!”

“Well, maybe you killed Rae!” Sean exclaims, and even if you can’t see him, you instinctively know he’s pointing a finger at you.

“It wasn’t (Name).” Corpse says smoothly, “We’re together.” He backtracks quickly, laughing anxiously, “Uh--In game, I mean.”

The conversation rages on, though you’re forgotten, which is a small reprieve. Corpse is quick to frame someone else and everyone agrees to vote. Momentarily you can’t believe you’re betraying your fellow crewmates and wonder why you’re doing it exactly. To make an entertaining stream? That’s definitely part of it. Charlie is flung into lava and you know it should’ve been Corpse but you’re having a bit too much fun to care.

“nooooo!!!! they corrupted her!!!! our sweet baby is on the villain arc!!! RIP”

You hope not mentioning what you had seen transpire minutes prior will dissuade him from killing you - he still could, but he’s just standing by the door, watching your movements. You decide you will only figure it out once your back is turned to him, whilst doing your tasks. Apprehensively, you get to it and--

Nothing happens.

Once you’re finished, you run circles around him. He joins in soon. The olive branch had been accepted. You grin. Rush out of Nav and he, once again, follows after you.

The game continues like this, you doing tasks and he hoovering by your side like some little guardian devil. You almost forget that he’s the Impostor until he murders Sean right in front of you. You slap your hand over your mouth. Did Stockholm Syndrome kick in already? He self reports and his first words are, “(Name) and I found a body in Weapons.”

You aren’t sure how much your betrayal aided the Impostor victory, but you were the only survivor left between two serial-killers. Your chat spams celebration emoticons and fake-deep monologues about living in a society. While you were an unofficial Impostor, your audience single-handedly decides you were the best one.

It’s all laughter and apologies from your part to your slighted teammates, though even they have to admit it was a good game. Everyone agrees to play another round, but before it can start, you just have to know, “Hey, Corpse?”

“Yes, (Name)?”

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Oh,” He mutters, a small chuckle following after his words, “it would’ve been, uhh, too easy, I guess?”

“Lies.” Sean interrupts, “It’s because you’re a fucking SIMP!”

The discord call choruses “SIMP SIMP SIMP” in surprising harmony. You sit in your chair, giggling, smiling so brightly your cheeks start hurting.

“Guys, come on--” Corpse says, sounding like he’s smiling, like he’s got his face covered with his hands, like he’s embarrassed; he laughs - it’s a light, pretty sound, “I just wanted (Name) to have fun. And not be killed by Sykkuno.”

“Wait--” Sykkuno pipes up, “So you just...followed her around the map?”

“...Yeah.”

“Oh my God, you stupid simp!” Sean laughs, “(Name) was there when he killed me, I was so confused why she didn’t say anything because I figured she was the other Impostor, but turns out he just kidnapped her. Don’t worry, (Name), we don’t blame you for betraying the crew. You did what you had to do to survive.”

“It’s the her seeing Corpse kill me and pretending she’s blind for me.” Rae snickers.

“Wait a fucking minute,” Charlie says, “you mean to tell me, (Name), our little pastel princess fucking peach over there, saw Corpse slitting your throat and fucked right off, and then lied like a grade-a-politician during the meeting? Who killed Rae fess up my ass, you all are saying Corpse played us like a fucking fiddle but it was actually (Name) the whole time.” You hear a smile in his voice, and somehow feel a surge of pride, “(Name)--” He’s cut off by Sean trying to interject but quickly shushes him with a few choice words “Jesus fucking Christ, shut up, I’m trying to figure something out. (Name), did you or did you not use Corpse for protection?”

You’re giggling; you can’t control the sporadic giddiness mixed with light anxiousness, “I just...I just didn’t want to die!” You exclaim. More laughter.

“I rest my case, she’s a fucking wolf in sheep’s clothing, it’s always the nice one’s that stab you in the back for the fuck of it.”

“Guys,” Corpse says, “guys, guys, guys...Let’s play another round?”

“Yes”es are exchanged like trading cards. Before long, your screen lights up and you gape at the word IMPOSTOR written over you little astronaut standing right next to...Corpse.

You grin: if the last game was crazy, this one will be straight up insane.

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So I could not stop thinking about @herinsectreflection’s idea of Willow and Faith getting together in s7. It’s not something I ever considered but it’s such a galaxy brained take and would work so well for both their character arcs (and make so much more sense then the love interests they both ended up with).

They wrote an analysis (which I would highly recommend), and there’s this one section:

Imagine a version of The Killer In Me where instead of Willow-as-Warren breaking down in front of Kennedy - who has neither any knowledge of the situation nor any connection to the themes of becoming a killer or facing inner darkness - she’s breaking down in front of Faith. Faith who we know has been haunted by the face of the man she killed. Faith who has intimate knowledge of what it’s like to become a killer. Faith who has literal experience of having an emotional breakdown while in the body of her thematic counterpart. Immediately, that scene becomes so much more potent and powerful.

And that made so much sense and I was so mad about what we actually got that I... rewrote the episode with Faith in Kennedy’s place.

Some background:

There’s an important conversation between Willow and Buffy in ‘Bring on the Night’ where Willow says:

Willow: ‘I’m really sorry for letting you down / So I can’t do everything- but I should at least be able to do something. / But you need help, Buffy. I know you, and I know you’ll never admit it, but you need help.’ Buffy: ‘I’ll be okay’

But of course we know that Buffy nearly gets beaten to death later that episode.

So in ‘Showtime’ after Buffy was almost killed by the uber-vamp, I can see Willow telling the team that she wants to go get Faith. Personally I find ‘Showtime’ super boring, so this added subplot could spice it up a little.

Willow wants to help Buffy and is afraid that she’s going to die. She figures if the all-powerful evil is going after slayers, two slayers are better than one. But the other’s aren’t sure - they don’t trust Faith. Spike is gone, Buffy is still recovering even with slayer-healing, and Willow is torn by her friend’s distrust of Faith. She didn’t trust Faith either, but after her own experiences with darkness, she understands Faith better. So she ignores the group and goes to LA herself.

Also they would’ve already given Faith a heads up about the approaching apocalypse and Bringer attacks (probably through Angel - obviously things are different in Angel season 4, they don’t need Faith to help capture Angelus. Not every season has to have some kind of world-ending disaster, so at Angel Investigations it’s business as usual.).

So Willow goes to the prison LA and pleads with Faith to come back to Sunnydale with her. Faith is hesitant, she doesn’t want to hurt people, but she doesn’t want to sit idly by and let people get hurt when she could help. But she’s afraid of what she might do or become back out in the world.

Willow understands this. She gives Faith some (unemotional) insight into what happened the year before, and where Willow’s head is at now. Willow wants to help, but is afraid of herself. Faith gets this, and an understanding passes between them. Willow tells Faith that they need her. She convinces Faith, and Faith breaks through the glass and busts out of prison.

But we need Buffy to face the uber-vamp alone that night so I figure Willow and Faith get side-tracked by Bringer’s attacking the newly escaped slayer. This could also be a cool crossover episode with ATS, which would bring that team in on the fight and set it up for them to show up at the end of the season (because if there’s a world ending fight - should every ally and advantage be there for the fight??)

Anyway - ‘Showtime’ can work pretty much the same, but Dawn takes over Willow’s role (I like the hc that Willow and Tara were teaching Dawn magic, she’s still in the early stages but manages to hold off the uber-vamp long enough for them to escape).

Then at the start of ‘Potential’ - Willow and Faith can show up. Things are awkward, just like in ‘Dirty Girls’ but Faith is determined to help. With the Summer’s home housing a ton of people - Faith takes a cot in Willow’s room.

As for ‘The Killer in Me’ - it’s such an interesting idea, but the whole execution really falls flat. I honestly don’t dislike Kennedy, but she and Willow have no chemistry and almost nothing in common. There’s a reason their conversation at the Bronze is entirely about being gay - it’s the only thing they have in common (and the dialogue is cringe-worthy. very “written by a straight guy”). It feels rushed, like Willow is moving on from Tara way too quickly, and the fact that in the end there’s no closure - Kennedy just kisses Willow again and everything’s “fixed” irks me so much.

So with that, I present the new and improved 7x13 episode ‘The Killer in Me’

(og was written by Drew Z. Greenberg and the transcript is from TV Show Transcripts)

Trailer

GILES (V.O.) Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

1 INT. LIVING ROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - DAY

Dawn's standing in front of the three girls Giles brought with him. The three girls are lined up against the wall, and Dawn's inspecting them, arms crossed in front of her. Willow, Anya, Xander, Buffy and Giles are also in the room, gathered for a pow-wow.

BUFFY The First. That's what it wants.

GILES To erase all the slayers in training and their watchers, along with their methods.

Cut to:

2 EXT. OUTSIDE AN APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

Holding the young woman in an embrace, Spike rears back in vampire face and sinks his fangs into her neck. He drops the woman to the ground and turns his bloody, fanged face to the camera.

WILLOW (V. O.) Buffy, he's been feeding...

Cut to:

3 INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Spike is sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket while the others talk in an adjacent room. Buffy, Xander, Anya, Willow and Dawn are all there. Spike's listening to them.

BUFFY He really didn't know what he'd done. It wasn't in his control.

Cut to:

4 INT. LIVING ROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - DAY

Xander's explaining his ideas to the gang.

XANDER It's a trigger. It's a brainwashing term. It's how the military makes sleeper agents.

Cut to:

5 EXT. FRONT DOOR AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - DAY

Willow answers the front door—it's Amy.

WILLOW Amy.

AMY Can I come in?

WILLOW If you really are my friend, you better stay away from me.

Cut to:

6 INT. THE INITIATIVE SUNNYDALE HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT

Dressed in military garb, Riley Finn talks with Professor Walsh, surrounded by other operatives.

PROFESSOR WALSH Agent Finn, my implant?

RILEY The implant works. Hostile 17 can't harm any living creature in any way without intense neurological pain.

Show clips of Spike being operated on by the Initiative, being kept prisoner there, and being unable to bite a girl due to screaming fits and a headache when he attempts it.

Cut to:

7 EXT. BUFFY'S BACKYARD - DAY

While in her backyard talking to Xander, Buffy's approached by an angry, gun-toting Warren.

WARREN You think you can just do that to me?

Warren shoots at Buffy. Meanwhile, while running away, Warren fires a random shot that goes through the upstairs window into Willow and Tara's bedroom.

Cut to:

8 INT. WILLOW AND TARA'S BEDROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE- DAY

Tara is shot and falls to the floor. Blood spatters Willow's shirt.

WILLOW Tara?

Willow is grief-stricken. She is holding Tara's dead body, and when she looks up to heaven, her eyes turn red and black with dark magic because of her anger.

Cut to:

9 EXT. WOODS SOMEWHERE IN SUNNYDALE - NIGHT

Warren is strung up between a pair of trees. He is tied at four points, splayed out like the famous DaVinci diagram. Warren calls for help.

WARREN Somebody! Help!

Willow, in full dark magic splendour (black hair, black eyes), motions her hand toward Warren, and with a twist of her wrist, removes his skin. Warren screams in agony.

Cut to:

10 INT. PRISON VISITOR ROOM IN LA - DAY

Willow sits across from Faith, glass in between them. They both pick up the phones.

FAITH (V.O.) Gotta say, you’re the last person I expected to see.

WILLOW (V.O.) Something’s coming. We can’t do this without you.

FAITH If there’s some great evil, it’s safer for everyone if I’m here. Out of the way.

WILLOW Look I get being afraid of yourself. Of what you might do, or become. But this is bigger than us. You were chosen for a reason, Faith. Buffy needs you. We need you.

Fade to black.

End Recap.

The Start Of Episode

PROLOGUE:

11 INT. LIVING ROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - DAY

GILES I'm just a bit twitchy about leaving you alone again here while—while things are in such a state of flux.

BUFFY I know. But you should go. This trip is important for the girls to understand the source of their power, and to know how to use it right.

GILES Do you think they appreciate the gravity of what we're undertaking? It's frightening, and it's difficult. And then, apparently, someone told them that the vision quest consists of me driving them to the desert, doing the hokey pokey until a spooky Rasta-mama slayer arrives and speaks to them in riddles.

BUFFY (looks innocent) That's not exactly how I put it, I—

WILLOW comes down the stairs and BUFFY uses the distraction.

BUFFY (cont.) Hey, how's Faith?

WILLOW Still flu-ey. Bummed about missing the field trip. (to Giles) She says she wants you to meditate extra hard and try not to get into any big fights without her. Oh, and to bring her back some smores!

GILES Ah yes. Smores. I'm going to end up singing campfire songs aren't I?

BUFFY Oh yeah.

XANDER (comes in the front door, followed by DAWN) Giles, you might want to get out there.

GILES Oh, God, what?

DAWN Kennedy, Molly and Rona are fighting over who gets to drive the first leg.

BUFFY (to Giles) Bet you wish you renewed that California state driver's licence now, huh?

ANYA (comes in the front door) Kennedy won. You should probably let Molly out of the trunk. I never actually realised just how compact Molly really is.

A car horn blares outside.

GILES (sighs, to Buffy) Please be safe while I'm away.

BUFFY You too.

Cut to:

12 INT. BASEMENT AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - DAY

[Buffy and Spike scene]

Cut to:

Opening Credits.

ACT I:

INT. KITCHEN AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

A tea kettle whistles as Buffy walks into the kitchen from the basement. Willow’s at the stove.

WILLOW Hey. How is he?

BUFFY (sits) Oh, in the "goes" part of "comes and goes."

WILLOW Well there seems to be a definite lack of screaming. That has to be good.

BUFFY You'd think.

Willow reaches into the cupboard for a cup and sees a mug with a black cat on it. Her hand twitches and pain flashes across her face before she can mask it.

BUFFY (cont.) You okay?

WILLOW Hm? Oh, yeah.

Willow grabs a different cup and pours the hot water in.

BUFFY That for the other patient?

WILLOW Yeah. Thought I'd bring her some tea, help her feel better.

BUFFY Yeah, ‘cause the only thing more effective than magical slayer healing is tea.

WILLOW It’s more the thought.

BUFFY (pauses, curious) So… there’s thoughts?

WILLOW Huh? What? No! No thoughts, just, just- tea.

BUFFY Okay, alright. …Will? How much do you know about the chip?

WILLOW Spike's chip? Well, I remember trying to dig up stuff back then, but, you know, turns out, when a secret government agency studies vampires and puts chips in their brains that keep them from hurting people, they don't really build websites. Why?

BUFFY Even with the chip, Spike was able to hurt all those people when he was brainwashed.

WILLOW Yeah, but he was under the control of the First.

BUFFY Maybe something's wrong with it.

WILLOW The chip is misfiring all on its own, then. Well this'll be fun.

BUFFY Remember when things used to be nice and boring?

WILLOW (shrugs) No.

She walks out of the kitchen with the tea in hand.

BUFFY (teasingly, calls after her) Have fun...delivering tea...

WILLOW (stops, turns around) OK, not when you make it sound all flirty like that. (mumbles as she heads upstairs) It's just tea.

INT. WILLOW'S ROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Willow walks into her room to find FAITH putting on her shoes.

WILLOW Hey, I figured the best thing for a cold is a nice hot cup of… boots?

FAITH I’m really more of a beer or tequila girl, but thanks.

WILLOW For someone who's sick, you look surprisingly robust and casual dressy.

FAITH Cheers, Red. Nothing gets past you.

Faith leans down in front of the mirror and applies a dark red lipstick.

WILLOW (shocked) You were never sick! Oh, you are so busted. Xander's gonna have to drive you to the desert and—

FAITH Yeah, no. I’ve spent enough time locked up - and being stuck in a van or a tent with a bunch of shrieking teenagers actually sounds worse than prison. If Giles wants to torture himself, he’s more than welcome.

WILLOW But this was about- learning and growing and other healing, connective type things. It was a chance for you to bond with the Potentials.

FAITH (pulls on a leather jacket) The best bonding experiences are either during or after a fight. I’m sure there’s plenty of opportunities coming. Besides, I have a thing.

WILLOW What?

FAITH Something's up. I have my own mission. (eyes Willow up and down) …Could use your help, actually.

Cut to:

15 INT. THE BRONZE NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT

A band's playing a song on stage.

BAND (singing) So I can be happy again...

Faith and Willow are having a drink (complete with orange wedge and paper umbrella garnishes), sitting at one of the tables, listening to the band.

WILLOW This is a mission?

FAITH Definitely.

WILLOW And the little pink umbrellas are a signal for what? …We're not on a mission, are we?

FAITH Got you out of the house, didn’t it?

Willow gets up to leave, Faith calls after her.

FAITH (cont.) Wait, come on. You’re already here, and I’m shouting.

Willow turns to face her, sighing.

WILLOW You stole that money from Xander’s wallet.

FAITH And it was for a good cause. C’mon, Willow. Saving the world’s important and all, but nothing’s even happening right now. We deserve a night off. You especially.

WILLOW (cautiously approaching) What’s that supposed to mean?

FAITH Right now that house is uptightness central. And you’ve been kinda… mopey.

Willow is unimpressed.

FAITH (cont.) I mean, I get why, but still. Figured a night out could do you some good. Also I was bored and didn’t want to go alone. …And you’re one of the few people here I can stand to be around who also doesn’t seem to hate me.

Willow sighs and returns to her seat.

WILLOW All right, I'll stay. For one drink. And I don’t know how un-mopey I’m gonna be.

FAITH Alright, I’ll take it.

WILLOW Also I don’t think anyone hates you.

FAITH I think Kid Sis is planning how to make my death look like an accident as we speak.

WILLOW Okay, yeah, Dawn has… some issues. She’s just very protective of Buffy. But everyone can see you’re here to help - they’ll come around.

FAITH Yeah, we’ll see.

They sit in silence - Willow glumly watching the band, Faith tapping her hands and glancing at Willow.

WILLOW What?

FAITH Nothing, just- I dunno what to do. Normally if I’m in a bar I’m either dancing, hooking up or slaying something. I mean, last time I was in a club I started a brawl.

WILLOW How’d that work out for you?

FAITH Broke a cop's jaw and then took out a hit on Angel.

WILLOW Oh.

Faith shifts uneasily.

WILLOW (cont.) …I tore apart a police station with magic. And then hijacked a semi-trailer.

FAITH (smirking) We make quite the pair, huh?

WILLOW I’ll drink to that.

They cheers and drink.

FAITH Place hasn’t changed much.

WILLOW There was a troll-related incident, but otherwise, yep, same old Bronze.

FAITH Actually, last time I was here was… with you. (at Willow’s confusion, she elaborates) I wasn’t exactly myself.

WILLOW (gets it) The body-swap. With Buffy. Yeah you were pretty wild.

FAITH And you were a lot gayer then I’d realised.

WILLOW How so?

FAITH You introduced me to your girl. Tara?

WILLOW …Yeah. She hadn’t met Buffy yet but she still realised her- or your energy was off. So we conjured the katra to switch you back.

FAITH That was you!?

Willow playfully raises her eyebrows and takes a drink.

FAITH (cont.) She sounds pretty impressive.

WILLOW She’s amazing. My relationship to magic was always… power-focused. I was using it to get something done. But Tara? She had this connection with magic - it was energy and life, completely natural. Like breathing. And she’s so kind and gentle, that always comes across in how she- (Willow pauses, smile fading) Came across. It… it used to.

FAITH She was your first girlfriend?

WILLOW Mmn. Only. Um, can we talk about something else?

Faith’s thrown off, not sure how to handle feelings, or how quickly Willow has gone blank.

FAITH Sure. Yeah, sure, there’s… (she flounders) Um… oh! Prison! I was in prison. I’ve got lots of stories about that. Uh- okay, so there’s this one woman. Old Joan. She’s been in there forever, and she’s got an eyepatch over her left eye. She doesn’t say much, but two years after we’ve met, she and I are alone outside having a smoke. Then she turns to me and lifts up her eyepatch - there’s an eye under there! Totally working eye. And she winks at me! Then puts the eyepatch down again, and never says another word about it.

Willow’s trying not to smile.

FAITH (cont.) This other time-

Cut to:

16 INT. BASEMENT AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

[Spike and Buffy scene]

Cut to:

17 INT. THE BRONZE NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT

Faith and Willow are having another drink.

WILLOW So when did you realise you liked girls?

FAITH Ages ago. Probably when I watched Xena. And that bus movie with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock. They’re both hot.

WILLOW But you never said anything?

FAITH Did so! You just had hetero lenses on. I even flirted with you a couple of times.

WILLOW Really?

FAITH Not seriously, cause you had Wolf Boy and I thought you were straight, but still. Was always very bi. Although I was probably too focused on B to get those vibes out to anyone else.

WILLOW Oh? Oh.

FAITH But that’s not- I mean- that was a long time ago. Could you, uh, maybe not mention that, though? To her? I think she knows, but it was all pretty whacked out back then, and it’s not really a can of worms I wanna open.

WILLOW My lips are sealed.

FAITH Thanks. Uh, what about you? With girls?

WILLOW Was less “girls” and more “girl”. Tara and I were in the same wicca group. We were being chased by fairytale monsters that stole our voices and wanted to cut out our hearts-

FAITH (mutters) -Just your typical Sunnydale Tuesday-

WILLOW -and we were in trouble. Then she took my hand and it was like- this zing. We were able to do a spell together to protect us. Left me breathless. Then there was a lot of months of denial and confusion before it finally all fell into place. Also she was so pretty I could never take my eyes off of her.

FAITH Nah, that doesn’t sound gay to me at all. Real friendly behaviour there.

Willow laughs, but runs her hands up and down her arms.

FAITH (cont.) You cold?

WILLOW ‘M fine. Thought we were going on a mission so I didn’t grab another layer. I tend to get a lot sweatier fighting evil then sitting on a chair.

FAITH Funny, that. (Faith shrugs off her jacket and tosses it across the table) Here.

WILLOW Oh, I don’t-

FAITH It’s fine. I run hot.

Cut to:

18 INT. LIVING ROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

[Buffy and Spike scene]

Cut to:

19 INT. THE BRONZE NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT

Faith and Willow have shifted from a table to a couch. Willow’s wearing Faith’s jacket.

WILLOW That’s nothing. We were once in a stolen, blacked out Winnebago, on the run from a hell god, in the desert, being chased by knights on horseback.

FAITH I honestly don’t know how to respond to that.

WILLOW You know, neither did I. Anya actually knocked out one of them with a frying pan!

They laugh, and a generically attractive guy approaches them, eyeing Faith.

PROBABLY BRAD Hey - you wanna dance?

Faith barely glances at him before shaking her head.

FAITH Nah, I’m good here.

Probably Brad frowns, but doesn’t push it and walks away.

FAITH (cont.) You were saying?

Willow’s looking at her like she’s grown another head.

FAITH (cont.) What?

WILLOW What was that? Don’t you live for that kind of stuff?

FAITH Interruptions?

WILLOW Attention? Guys being all into you - and the dancing-hooking-up-slaying combo?

FAITH Don’t think he was a vamp.

WILLOW That’s not what I meant and you know it. What is this? What are we doing? Why would you rather sit here and talk with me then- then-

FAITH (defensive) What? Dancing with some lame guy I don’t even know?

WILLOW Well, yeah! Or doing anything else then… hanging out… with me?

Faith doesn’t respond, sitting forwards and glaring into her glass.

WILLOW (cont.) We never… talked before. We didn’t really have anything to do with each other.

FAITH Yeah, well, a lot’s happened since then.

WILLOW I know.

FAITH And we’re both different. And even in the ways you’re not different it’s… I… I like talking with you.

WILLOW Yeah?

FAITH I think you- get it. In a way that I don’t have to explain or defend. Which is nice. And I like your stories. I still don’t really get magic yet, but I like how you talk about it. I know I can be a lot and I don’t really know what to say most of the time but… I’m not really close with anyone besides Angel… so I mean, maybe, if you wanted to…

WILLOW Faith? Are you asking me to be your friend?

FAITH (rolls eyes) Well, we’re not in grade school, so no!

WILLOW I like talking with you too.

Faith goes still.

WILLOW (cont.) So, even though you weren’t asking, yes. I would like to be your friend. Officially.

Faith doesn’t look at her, but nods. She clears her throat.

FAITH Right. Okay. So is there like a form we need to fill out? For official purposes.

WILLOW Maybe like a secret handshake. Or a blood oath under a full moon.

Faith grins and finally looks at her.

FAITH Whatever does it for you.

Cut to:

20 INT. WILLOW'S ROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Faith walks into the room and collapses onto her cot-bed. Willow waits at the door, wringing her hands.

FAITH You right, Red?

WILLOW Yeah, I just… thanks. For tonight. You were right, a night out was good for me.

FAITH You’re welcome. Always love to hear “you were right”.

WILLOW And I’m glad we talked.

FAITH Yeah. Kinda cleared the air.

WILLOW (nods) Yeah, totally. Air cleared. Check.

FAITH So… you coming in?

WILLOW Um, I think, I should… probably… check on… Buffy! You know, with the whole Spike-chip-thing. So I’ll go. Do. That.

FAITH ‘Kay.

Willow turns to leave.

FAITH Hey, Will? Thanks for tonight too. Best one I’ve had in… a while. Long while.

Willow smiles at her, something softer than usual, and it lasts a beat longer than it probably should. Then she leaves. Faith leans back on the bed, musing. There’s a sound at the door again.

MAN Oh, I forgot, you probably want your jacket back.

Faith’s on her feet in a second, staring at WARREN.

WARREN What?

Fade to black.

ACT II:

21 INT. WILLOW'S ROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Resume.

Willow's standing where Warren was a moment ago, holding out Faith’s jacket and talking amicably - while Faith is staring incredulously at her.

WILLOW Are you okay? I didn’t think- AH!

Faith grabs Willow by the collar and shoves her against the wall. The jacket flops onto the floor.

“WARREN” What are you doing!? It’s not like I stole it, you gave it to me!

FAITH I don’t- who the hell are you?

“WARREN” Is this some kind of prison joke thing? Or do you feel awkward because we were open about feelings and now you’re regretting it? I took a semester of psych, I think you have issues with emotional vulnerability. Although immediate regret seems kind of sudden, ‘cause you literally just said you had a good time.

Faith gapes at “him”, letting go of “his” collar and taking a step back.

FAITH …Willow?

WILLOW …Yes?

FAITH What the hell is happening?

“WARREN” You tell me!?

Willow starts to panic and goes to look in the mirror; she sees Warren's reflection instead of her own.

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Until resolution of this plot point, all characters see Willow in Warren's form. On screen, Willow is sometimes shown from her perspective, as herself. To keep track of which form Willow is shown on screen, an asterisk (*) will be used to indicate the form.

WILLOW/WARREN* = shown as Warren

WILLOW*/WARREN = shown as Willow

WILLOW/WARREN* Oh, God! Oh, God...

FAITH What... who is that?

WILLOW/WARREN* (feeling her face) It's the man that I killed.

22 INT. LIVING ROOM AT BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Warren comes down the stairs, followed by Faith. Xander, Anya and Dawn are in the living room.

FAITH OK, hold up a sec.

When Xander, Anya and Dawn see Warren, they gasp and stand, positioning themselves defensively.

WILLOW/WARREN* Guys—

XANDER Get Buffy. Get Buffy! Tell her the First is back.

WILLOW/WARREN* No, I'm not the First.

ANYA We're not interested in any of your evil lies. We've heard 'em all.

WILLOW*/WARREN No, guys it's me.

WILLOW/WARREN* I'm me. I'm Willow. Guys, come on. Ask Faith— (points to Faith) She was there.

FAITH (shakes her head) I don't know. I'm not sure. We were in Willow's room and we were—

Carrying a bowl of food, ANDREW walks into the living room. When he sees Warren, he freezes in place, dropping his bowl; it shatters to pieces on the ground.

ANDREW No... No. You're back.

WILLOW/WARREN* (emphatic) No, I'm not. It's not— I'm not it. Listen to me—

ANDREW No more listening. I know who you are now. I know what you made me do. Your promises of happy fields and dancing schnauzers and being demigods won't work on me anymore.

ANYA (yells) Buffy!

XANDER (whispers, to Anya and Dawn) The Bringers are coming too.

DAWN (holds up her fists) Let ‘em come.

WILLOW/WARREN* No, I'm not the First!

ANDREW You made me do things. Things I can never take back. Ever.

WILLOW/WARREN* I'm not the First!

Buffy walks into the room.

BUFFY What the hell is going on here?

She scowls when she sees Warren and punches Willow/Warren in the nose. She falls to the ground, writhing in pain on the floor.

BUFFY (cont.) Ow! You’re real?

WILLOW*/WARREN OW! YES! You both know you have slayer strength right? Regular person bones here!

Everyone stares at Warren. SPIKE walks into the room, holding his head and groaning. He sees "Warren" and sighs.

SPIKE (mutters) Great I'm losing my mind again.

ANYA Wait.

DAWN But if he's the First...

WILLOW/WARREN* I'm not the First!

XANDER You're not the First.

WILLOW/WARREN* (stands) I know.

ANDREW (smiles) Oh, my God! You're back.

He hugs Warren from behind, his hands touching Warren's chest, before Willow grabs at them.

WILLOW*/WARREN Hey! Bad touching!

Spike wanders around, holding his head, moaning in pain while everyone stares at Willow/Warren.

WILLOW/WARREN* Everyone please stop staring.

FAITH It's Willow.

WILLOW/WARREN* I'm Willow.

XANDER Are you sure?

WILLOW*/WARREN There are other stories from kindergarten. Non yellow crayon stories in which you don't come out in such a good light.

WILLOW/WARREN* An incident involving Aquaman underoos, for example. You want me to start talking?

XANDER (smiles, walks up to Willow/Warren) Hey, Willow!

ANYA What happened?

Everyone inches closer to Willow/Warren.

WILLOW/WARREN* I don't know. We were there, and then I looked like him.

ANYA Oh, like a glamour.

WILLOW*/WARREN Maybe, but I probably brought it on myself.

BUFFY What makes you think that?

WILLOW/WARREN* Well, it wouldn't be the first time. I have a history with my witchy subconscious making things go kerfloopey. Remember the wacky "I can't see you, you can't see me" spell?

While Willow/Warren's talking, Dawn touches her shoulder, Andrew touches her chest and face.

BUFFY (to Dawn and Andrew) Guys!

ANDREW (stops touching Willow/Warren) It's so real.

WILLOW*/WARREN I'm all too aware.

She brushes Dawn's hand away.

BUFFY OK, say you're right, and you did do this to yourself. Why would your subconscious turn you into Warren?

WILLOW/WARREN* Obviously because I feel bad— about killing him.

BUFFY We'll deal. We'll get help.

WILLOW/WARREN* No, I can handle this.

BUFFY On your own? Why?

WILLOW*/WARREN I did it. I'll fix it. I don't want you seeing me this way anyway.

She walks toward the door.

BUFFY It's kinda a little late for that.

Spike's moaning in the background and collapses on the floor.

WILLOW/WARREN* Seriously, I'm not posing any big threat to the world. Besides, it looks like you've got your hands full already.

Buffy looks around, sees Spike lying on the floor moaning and twitching.

WILLOW*/WARREN I'll go, I'll handle it, I'll fix it, I'll be back before you even know I'm gone.

Faith has hung back from the group, but she frowns at this.

WILLOW/WARREN* Promise.

Willow/Warren leaves through the front door. Buffy goes to Spike’s side, kneels down beside him and takes his hand.

SPIKE Buffy?

BUFFY I'm right here.

SPIKE The chip fired again.

Xander, Anya, Dawn and Andrew gather around to watch Buffy and Spike. Faith slips out the front door unnoticed.

BUFFY I kinda figured. Maybe they'll call back. Maybe they'll send help.

SPIKE Maybe we can't wait.

Cut to:

23 EXT. RANDOM STREET IN SUNNYDALE - NIGHT

Willow/Warren's walking purposefully down the street. Faith catches up, surprising her.

FAITH OK. Safe to say no one will ever accuse you of being too butch.

WILLOW/WARREN* Faith, go home.

She walks away, but Faith follows.

FAITH So are these kinda wacky magical shenanigans a regular for you?

Willow/Warren stops walking, turns and glares at her.

WILLOW*/WARREN I’ve turned into the guy I flayed alive. It's hard to see the wacky shenanigan side.

Willow/Warren stalks away. Faith’s eyes pop at the “flayed alive” part, but she continues unperturbed.

FAITH So you got a plan?

WILLOW*/WARREN Yeah, get some help reversing it.

FAITH Thought you were gonna try it yourself?

WILLOW*/WARREN (sighs) I did try. Something's blocking me.

FAITH All the more reason for me to tag along. Plus, I was sorta there when it happened. Maybe I can help.

WILLOW/WARREN* (stops walking) I really think I'm fine with the handling.

FAITH By yourself? Why?

WILLOW*/WARREN I'm the one that killed him. I— It's hard to understand.

FAITH Try me.

Willow/Warren stares at the ground between them.

FAITH (cont.) Okay, or don’t. But we’re… friends. Right? Friends help each other with stuff. Or I can at least keep you company on your reversal-quest. Fight off anything we run into that tries to kill us. This is Sunnydale.

Willow/Warren sighs.

WILLOW/WARREN* (walks) Fine. Come. Try not to get in the way.

FAITH I’ll do my best. Girl scouts honour.

WILLOW*/WARREN You were a girl scout?

FAITH For like a week before I got kicked out. Still good with the honour though. You know where we’re going?

WILLOW*/WARREN To see some old friends of mine. A wicca group, helped me with my magic addiction. It's been a while, but maybe they can do something.

Cut to:

[other scenes - Buffy and Spike, The Scoobies - but none of that “Giles is the First” crap]

Cut to:

28 INT. HALL - NIGHT

A group of a dozen witches are sitting in circle formation with candles lit in front of them and glowing crystals hung around their necks.

CIRCLE LEADER - FARAH (praying) Instill us, oh, great one, with peace, with strength, with compassion, with hope. The path we seek is yours. Keep us on that path.

WILLOW*/WARREN (walks to the open doorway) Oh boy.

FARAH Um, hi, we're—

WILLOW/WARREN* Oh, hey. I'm sorry— Willow. I’m Willow. Rosenberg? It’s… been a while. Also I’m not a guy. And this is Faith.

Faith sidles up beside Willow/Warren with a lit cigarette in her mouth and gives a two-fingered salute.

FAITH Hey.

FARAH You're Willow?

WILLOW/WARREN* Guilty.

The whole group is staring at Willow/Warren and she shrinks in on herself. Another person - CHARLIE - stands up.

CHARLIE Yeah I can sense it, your energy is all off. But what happened to you?

WILLOW/WARREN* Um, I think it’s a glamour-

CHARLIE No, I mean, if you’re Willow, where have you been?

FARAH You just disappeared.

CHARLIE No one’s seen or heard from you since… Tara…

Willow/Warren deflates.

WILLOW*/WARREN Oh. Right.

FARAH You weren’t even at her funeral.

WILLOW*/WARREN I… I wasn’t… good. I needed… time. I…

She runs her hands through her hair.

WILLOW/WARREN* This was a bad idea, I’m sorry, I’ll go-

WOMAN (O.S.) No, wait.

Willow/Warren looks to the back of the group. AMY stands up.

WILLOW*/WARREN OK. Whoa...

AMY Hi. Here's the thing. I'll just get this out of the way. I'm sorta screwed up, but I mean you already knew that 'cause you lived it. Gotcha.

FARAH But she's doing so much better now. Amy...

AMY It's OK, Farah, I wanna do this. It took me a long time to really see myself. But I did. Because you know that's the crazy thing about hitting rock bottom, you get to relive all the crappy things you did. And I wanted to come find you and tell you that I was here working on things with these guys. And that I'm sorry. But you're here, looking like— Wow. How did this happen?

FAITH That's what we're here to find out. I mean, if we're done with all the group hugging.

WILLOW/WARREN* I got hit with this, like, glamour thing, and I can't seem to shake it myself. I was hoping someone here might be able to help.

AMY Yeah, see the thing is we're more about healing spirits and nurturing our life force here.

WILLOW/WARREN* Oh...

AMY (looks at group, then back at Willow/Warren) But we'll try.

29 INT. HALL - NIGHT

Faith and Farah are sitting in chairs watching Amy and Willow/Warren do a spell at the front of the room.

AMY (chanting O.S.) Her spirits true, its shell a lie...

FAITH (whispers, to Farah) Do you think this’ll work?

AMY (chanting O.S.) We draw upon your very light.

FARAH (whispers, to Faith) Do you have a better idea?

AMY ...Give back the form the soul requires. See that the balance is put right.

Willow/Warren is holding a crystal as Amy performs the spell, holding her hands underneath Willow/Warren’s. As Amy completes the spell, the crystal glows and becomes hot. Willow/Warren screams, drops the glowing crystal, and stands.

AMY (stands) It didn't work?

WILLOW*/WARREN No it didn't, you dumb bitch!

She slaps Amy across the face. Everyone flinches.

FAITH Willow! The hell?

AMY You slapped me!

WILLOW/WARREN* No, no I didn't. I wouldn’t. It... wasn't me. (eyes growing wider) It was Warren.

Fade to black.

ACT III:

30 INT. HALL - NIGHT

Amy's holding her face where Willow/Warren slapped her. Willow/Warren runs out of the room.

FAITH (stands, goes after Willow/Warren) Willow!

Cut to:

31 EXT. RANDOM STREET OF SUNNYDALE - NIGHT

Willow/Warren runs out into the street, followed by Faith.

FAITH Will! Hold up, it’ll be okay-

WILLOW/WARREN* Okay? Okay! Are you just tuning in? Did you not see that?

WILLOW*/WARREN I'm turning into him. It's not a trick, it's not a glamour. I'm becoming him. A murderous, misogynist man!

WILLOW/WARREN* I mean, do you understand what he did? What I could do? I killed him for a reason!

FAITH Alright, it’s not okay, I get it, but freaking isn't gonna fix it. Just take a breath, and we can-

WILLOW*/WARREN (steps towards Faith, right in her personal bubble) You understand nothing about magic. Or me.

WILLOW/WARREN* So stop acting like it, and leave me alone.

Willow/Warren stalks off. Faith tries to follow, but is blocked by a magical barrier.

FAITH Willow! Come on.

Willow/Warren doesn’t stop.

Cut to:

[Other scenes - Buffy and Spike, Scoobies]

35 EXT. RANDOM ALLEY IN SUNNYDALE - NIGHT

Willow/Warren's walking down the alley. She stops behind the dumpster and rests her head against the wall. She sinks down to the ground, crying, hiding her head in her hands.

WILLOW*/WARREN Oh, God. What do I do?

Then, as Warren, she starts, looks up, and starts talking to herself.

WILLOW/WARREN* Look at me. Crying like a little girl.

Willow/Warren stands and walks purposefully down the street.

Cut to:

[other scenes]

37 INT. HALL - NIGHT

Amy's packing up supplies from the ritual when Faith walks back into the hall.

FAITH Where'd they go?

AMY They took off. It was a little too creepy, even for us. …You're really worried about her? Look, she’s gonna be fine. Willow's strong. Melodramatic, sure, but definitely powerful. And she’s dealt with a lot worse. Long before she ever went out and found herself a slayer bodyguard, OK? Just have a little faith in her. Hah. Get it?

FAITH I never said I was a slayer.

AMY (innocently) Oh, no, I think you did. When you first got here, you told us—

FAITH No, I didn't. (walks closer to Amy) How’d you know who I was?

AMY (smirks) Oops.

Cut to:

[other scene]

39 INT. PAWN SHOW - NIGHT

Willow/Warren’s looking into a glass display case, grinning.

SHOPKEEPER So, same model as last time? How'd that work out for you?

Pan down to show the case is displaying handguns.

WILLOW*/WARREN (stands, grinning maniacally) You'd be amazed.

Fade to black.

ACT IV

[other scenes]

42 EXT. RANDOM STREET IN SUNNYDALE - SUNRISE

Willow/Warren's walking down the street, gun in hand, with a determined look on her face.

Cut to:

[other scene]

44 INT. HALL - SUNRISE

Amy and Faith are still talking.

FAITH (angrily) You did this, didn’t you? You gonna tell me why? Or do I have to convince you?

Faith leans forward menacingly, but Amy waves her hands causing Faith to be magically thrust across the room where she lands among the chairs. Faith stands up, shaking it off.

FAITH Alright. Convincing it is.

She picks up a chair and hurls it at Amy, who knocks it away with magic. There’s another chair, and another and another. Amy knocks them all away, almost bored. She fakes a yawn, not realising Faith has slowly been getting closer to her. Faith socks her in the jaw mid-yawn.

Faith stands over her, another punch at the ready.

FAITH What did you do to her?

AMY (nursing the bruise) What, to Willow? Oh, just your standard penance malediction is all.

FAITH OK, and that's magic crazy talk for what?

AMY (smirking) I put a hex on her.

Faith grabs the front of Amy’s shirt and hurls her to her feet one handed, the other hand still in a fist.

FAITH I got that part. But why Warren? And why did it happen after we hung out?

AMY (chuckles) Oh, that's rich. (She runs a hand up Faith’s arm) That must’ve been some “bonding” activity.

FAITH Answer me. Or lose your teeth.

AMY The hex I cast lets the victim's subconscious pick the form of their punishment. It's always better than anything I can come up with. Elegant, you know?

FAITH (threateningly) Undo it. Let her out.

AMY OK. Oh, wait — no.

Faith goes to punch her, but a barrier spell pushes her back. Amy smirks at her.

FAITH Why would you do this to her? You really hate her that much?

AMY (sighs) This is not about hate. It's about power. Willow always had all the power, long before she even knew what to do with it. Just came so easy for her. The rest of us—we had to work twice as hard to be half as good. But no one cares about how hard you work. They just care about cute, sweet, poor Willow. They don't know how weak she is. She gave in to evil, unthinkable black magicks - stuff worse than I can even imagine. She almost destroyed the world! And yet everyone keeps on loving her? Forgiving her? (in Faith’s face) So what's wrong with having a little fun, huh? Taking her down a peg or two? She deserves it.

Faith looks like she’s about to commit another murder.

FAITH Fun? (Amy nods) She's disappearing. Fading away in that creep, and you think it's fun.

AMY It was just a game. It's not my fault if she's losing herself.

FAITH You have no idea. What it’s like- how hard she’s trying to-

AMY Oh, please. Spare me. (She tilts her head, watching Faith curiously) You do care for her quite a bit. I can feel the connection. That could be interesting.

FAITH I think we have different versions of interesting. Mine mainly involves you and internal bleeding.

AMY (smirks) Hey, I'm not the bad guy here. But I wonder where he'd be right now?

Faith launches herself forwards, but in one swift movement Amy tosses powder at her, snaps her fingers and Faith disappears.

Cut to:

45 EXT. BUFFY'S BACKYARD - DAY

Faith suddenly finds herself in the backyard of Buffy's house.

FAITH (to herself) Christ, what now?

Still carrying a handgun, Willow/Warren storms into the backyard through the gate exactly as Warren did the day he shot Buffy and killed Tara.

WILLOW*/WARREN Think you can just do that to me? That I'd let you get away with it?

FAITH Do? Get away with—

Warren/Willow points the gun at Faith; Faith freezes, before backing up slowly, calmly.

FAITH (cont.) Easy, let's not get excited.

WILLOW*/WARREN (walks closer to Faith) It's too late for that. This is what I am. I made it happen, and I'll make it stop. I gotta make it stop.

FAITH Willow, what did you make happen?

WILLOW*/WARREN You were there, bitch! You saw it!

WILLOW/WARREN* I killed her.

FAITH You mean him?

WILLOW/WARREN* Her, him— (points gun at Faith again) You know what I mean.

FAITH You said her.

WILLOW/WARREN* No, no. You’re confusing me. That was Warren.

FAITH No, it wasn't. You said I was there. Who did you kill, Willow?

WILLOW/WARREN* It was your fault, slut!

WILLOW*/WARREN You tricked me. Got me to forget.

FAITH Forget what?

Willow/Warren paces, muttering, swinging the gun around. Faith starts to move closer, slowly and carefully.

WILLOW/WARREN* It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault, I didn’t mean to, I’d never mean to, and I shouldn’t feel it, I should only feel that, but I- I didn’t-

WILLOW*/WARREN She’s gotta know, she has to know, I didn’t mean it, it wasn’t real, I would never do it, I could never forget her-

It clicks.

FAITH …Tara.

Willow/Warren freezes, before pointing the gun at Faith again - close range.

WILLOW/WARREN* Shut up!

WILLOW*/WARREN (crying) Shut up! You do not get to say her name. Everyone says her name but nobody means it. And you! Tricking me - making me laugh and- and feel like… like I could be… that I deserve more than… (looking lost) I didn't—I didn't mean... what am I saying, I—I can't make— (pleading) Faith, I can't hold on... he's winning.

Faith takes a step towards Willow/Warren. They’re only an arm length away.

FAITH No… you’re stronger than that.

WILLOW/WARREN* I’m not. I’m not. I’m nothing.

Her hand shakes holding the gun. Slowly, Faith reaches over and puts her hand over Willow’s.

FAITH Gimme the gun, Will. Please. You don’t wanna hurt anyone.

WILLOW*/WARREN I did.

FAITH Do you wanna hurt me?

Willow/Warren blinks at her, tears streaming down her face. In a sudden moment of horrifying clarity, Willow/Warren drops the gun and staggers back in shock.

WILLOW/WARREN* No! God! No, no.

WILLOW*/WARREN I'm being punished! I- I felt- I was happy. And I thought - just for a second, but it was enough. I let her go. I didn't mean to.

FAITH Red, that doesn’t mean th—

WILLOW*/WARREN No, she was never gone. She was with me. We should have been forever, and I- (cries) I let her be dead. She's really dead. (breaks down into tears) And I killed her.

Willow/Warren falls to the ground sobbing. Faith watches in panic, completely out of her depth.

WILLOW*/WARREN (looking up to the sky) Please, baby, I'm so sorry. Come back.

WILLOW/WARREN* (sobs) I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Come back...

Faith kneels down beside Willow/Warren

FAITH Willow, what happened to Tara was not your fault. You don’t have to punish yourself because you felt happy just for a moment. Do you hear me? You are a hell of a powerhouse, and you are doing this magic to yourself. With help from a psycho-bitch. But you are turning yourself into Warren in punishment. You don’t deserve that.

WILLOW/WARREN* Don’t I? I killed him! I killed him and I wanted to. And I- I feel guilt and regret and I hurt so many people.

WILLOW*/WARREN But I’m not sorry I killed him. I feel sick and ashamed and dirty but I’m not sorry. I’m a monster. God, I deserve this, I’m a monster-

Faith grabs Willow/Warren by the shoulders.

FAITH Hey, no. Willow, look at me, will you!? I know something about monsters. I’ve killed a lot of them, and I’ve looked in the mirror and seen one. This guy? Honestly it sounds like the world’s better off without him. And if I was in your position, I’d have done the same thing. I don’t think that makes you a monster. And it’s all complicated, but my prison counsellor said feeling these things is good. Better than not feeling at all. That’s how you know you’re still a person.

WILLOW/WARREN* But it’s all my fault. I forgot her- I left her- I felt-

FAITH You didn’t kill Tara, you didn’t forget her.

WILLOW*/WARREN How do you know?! You didn’t know her!

FAITH Yeah, but you did! Didn’t you say Tara was kind and gentle? Do you think she’d want this for you? All this anger and grief and agony? She wouldn’t want this for the love of her life, hell, I doubt she’d want this for anyone. You don’t have to feel like this forever.

WILLOW/WARREN* But if I don’t- if I don’t- then what’s left? It’s just- so much pain. And she’s gone. She’ll really be gone.

FAITH It’s gonna hurt. It’s always gonna hurt. But it’s not always gonna hurt this much. And that’s good. It doesn’t mean you’re forgetting her. It just means… you can think of her and smile. Think of, you know, her magic or her laugh or how good of a kisser she was. Sometimes it’ll still hurt like hell, but sometimes you’ll be able to think of her and be happy.

Willow/Warren hangs on her every word, still crying.

FAITH (cont.) And you know, maybe… you could think of other things and be happy too. Doesn’t have to be dates or girls or anything. Friends, books, spells. Whatever you like. But if you are ever ready for the other stuff, I don’t think your girl would want you to be all sad and alone and-

WILLOW*/WARREN Mopey?

FAITH Yeah, mopey. No one should be mopey forever. Being happy about things, experiencing life - it’s not a betrayal to her, or her memory. It doesn’t make you love her any less. You deserve to be happy. She’d want you to be happy, Willow.

Warren shifts, slowly fading back into Willow. And at the end of the speech, Willow falls into Faith, wrapping her arms around her as she sobs. Faith is a deer in the headlights, but she tentatively puts an arm around Willow and hugs her back.

FAITH (cont.) Easy, Red. Good to have you back.

WILLOW (still sobbing) I’m me?

FAITH Yep. Told you that you were a powerhouse.

Willow leans back from the hug, touching her face and wiping at her tears.

FAITH I meant it, you know. You deserve to be happy.

WILLOW I don’t know if I do. Deserve it. Or if I can be.

FAITH S’okay. Take it day at a time. Maybe some counselling. (Willow raises an eyebrow) Or meditation. Or gardening. Even punching bags. There’s books n’ stuff on all this. Helped me. Even if you don’t think you deserve to be happy, you deserve more than feeling like this. And definitely more than turning into that.

WILLOW …Thank you.

FAITH You’re welcome. Hey, I like… helped. Without punching things. Except for that bitch Amy. But I helped you - with feelings. Right?

WILLOW Yeah, you did. We should get you your own show, like Oprah.

FAITH Nah, if I’m going on TV it’s gotta be one of those dating shows where I get to hook up with a bunch of people.

Willow laughs tiredly.

FAITH (cont.) You okay?

WILLOW I have no idea. Are you?

FAITH Five-by-five.

They both stand.

WILLOW I’m so tired.

Faith supports Willow and walks her into the house.

FAITH Just a regular night in Sunnydale. I'll make you some tea.

Cut to:

Closing credits.

#low key also thinking of writing up some scenes from the non-existent Showtime episode #between faith and willow #maybe featuring the ats cast #we'll see #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #my post #willow rosenberg #faith lehane #willow x faith #season 7 #7x13 #the killer in me #rewrite #my fics #my meta

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