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candycandy00 · 9 months ago

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The Doll House - A Choso x Reader Fanfic Part 2

When your younger sister is tricked into selling herself to the Doll House, you rush there to help her, only to find her being led away by her trainer, Choso. Moved by your desire to save your sister, he convinces the owner to let you take her place.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Choso’s. I’m keeping the tag list from previous parts. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. FemDom. Sub Choso. Oral sex. Woman on top. Bondage. Divider by @benkeibear!

Choso is so fucking cute. That’s the main thought in your head as you look down at him. He’s sitting in a chair in his room, his hands gripping the armrests, exactly where you told him to keep them. His shirt is gone, and his pants are open, his thick, pretty cock standing at attention, already glistening at the tip.

When you pressed him to tell you what sorts of activities he enjoys most, he finally admitted that he loves to be teased. So you read up about it online to get some ideas. If he won’t teach you, the internet surely will.

So today you instructed him to sit in the chair like this and watch while you strip, forbidden from touching you or himself.

It was a little embarrassing at first, even though he’s seen you mostly naked already. But now that you’re fully nude, and you can watch the effect it has on his body as his cock twitches and drips, you’re starting to enjoy it.

You move closer to him, so close that your legs brush against his knees. He looks up at you with such a needy expression, desperate to touch or be touched. He’s gripping the armrests so tightly, you can see the veins in his forearms.

Finally, you show mercy. You reach down with one hand and place one finger on the tip of his cock, using it to move the hot, leaky organ side to side. His breath hitches as you play with him, moving your finger up and down, watching the precum stretch between your finger and his tip.

Suddenly you grip his shaft with your hand, then slide it up and down. Choso groans and jerks, his fingers digging into the wood of the armrests.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” you say, increasing your speed as you lean over him, your tits practically in his face.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” he answers, sweat beading on his forehead.

With your other hand, you rub down from his shoulder to his chest, your fingers ghosting over his nipple. He’s so taut! Meanwhile, your thumb circles his tip gently, spreading his fluid around.

He whimpers, closing his eyes for a moment when you move your hand down his torso and then into his open pants, softly squeezing his balls. His cock is twitching so much in your other hand, you can practically feel his heart beating through it.

You keep stroking him, loving the cute sounds he’s making, the dazed look in his pretty eyes as he stares up at you.

“Mistress… please…”

“Not yet,” you tell him, alternating between fast strokes and slow, gentle ones. He’s breathing hard, his eyes wide. He’s just about reached his limit.

“You’re being such a good boy for me,” you say, “so I’ll give you a reward.” Then you lean your face down and lick his wet tip with quick, feathery motions before wrapping your lips around it.

His whole body goes rigid. “Ahh… Mistress… your tongue…”

You swirl it around him, then press it into his tip, as if you’re trying to dig out his cum manually. Finally, you pull away, licking your lips. Your hand, still gripping his cock, presses it upwards so that it’s angled toward his torso.

“Cum for me,” you say, and he does. His hot gooey load lands on his stomach and chest, then begins sliding down as he pants. You lean forward and begin licking it up, your tongue running over his smooth skin and tight muscles.

When finished, you stand back and look at him. His face is slightly pink, his hair disheveled, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He looks beautiful.

Once he catches his breath, he looks up at you with the cutest, hungry expression.

“Do you want something?” you ask teasingly.

His eyes shift to your pussy. It’s soaking wet after all this.

“May I pleasure you, Mistress?”

Ahhh! He’s so perfect! You keep a straight face while your heart pounds furiously. “Yes, you may,” you reply, moving to sit on the edge of his bed and opening your legs.

You’ve had him eat you out several times now, and it never gets old. The things he can do with his mouth… you’re starting to wonder if you robbed your sister instead of saved her.

But all those thoughts leave you when he crawls over to you, burying his face in your pussy.

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Choso can’t help stealing glances at his doll as she moves around the room, helping clean up after their session. He can’t remember another doll who actually helped with this, at least so early in the training. She also practices at least a basic level of aftercare, asking Choso how he feels after they’re done and being affectionate.

All this without being explicitly taught to do so. Is it because she’s an older sibling, like him? Perhaps that instilled a more nurturing and responsible mindset.

He’s also pleased that she picked up on one of the most important aspects of this type of relationship so early on: asking what your partner wants. She has continuously asked Choso what he likes and what he wants to do, and has incorporated that into the their sessions. It usually takes several weeks for a doll to start doing that regularly. Most either command Choso to do humiliating things just because they get caught up in the power fantasy, or just outright refuse to give him any orders without a ton of prodding and coaching.

Maybe this doll is simply a natural dom.

She sits down on his bed and pulls out her phone. Most trainers limit their dolls’ use of their phones, as it can be a distraction from the training, but Choso has never done that. Like his current doll, many of them look online for ideas to use in their sessions, and he appreciates their effort.

But this one also uses her phone for other things. Her face lights up so prettily when she’s texting her sister. She’s smiling so brightly, she must have read some good news.

“She’s signed up to start college classes next semester!” she announces, looking proud.

Choso walks over to sit beside her. “That’s great,” he says, smiling with her. “It sounds like she’s getting her life back on track.”

“I hope so. Maybe this was the push she needed. If it takes giving up ten years of my life to get hers straightened out, it’s worth it.”

He looks at her admiringly. “You’re a wonderful sister.”

She grins, but looks a little bashful. “Thanks. That means a lot.” Then her face turns serious. “Can I ask you something?”

He nods. “Of course.”

“If, when Yuji’s grown up, he started dating someone who was dangerous, who was clearly making his life worse, what would you do?”

Choso considers the question for a moment, then says, “If that person was a real, legitimate threat to Yuji’s safety, I think I would want to kill them.”

Her eyes widen, as if caught off guard by that response. But Choso quickly goes on. “However, doing so would hurt Yuji as well if he were in love with them. So even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t. I think I would just try to watch over him, encourage him to separate from them, and just be there when he needs me.”

There’s a warmth to her expression when she says, “That’s what I’ve been doing. At times I was scared I wasn’t doing enough. Maybe I should have called the cops and reported some of the stuff I knew her boyfriend was involved in. But getting him arrested would have made her cry. And sometimes I felt like I should just butt out and let her live her life how she chooses. In the end, I did neither.”

“In my opinion, you did the right thing,” Choso tells her.

“Thanks,” she says. “I’m really glad you’re my trainer. I don’t think I could have talked about this with the others.”

Choso laughs. “That’s probably true. I get along with all of them, but they can be a little… eccentric.”

Not long after, the two of them go to the dining hall for dinner. The doll insists Choso sits at the table with her, and she has forbidden him from calling her “Mistress” outside of their sessions.

“That stuff is fun in bed,” she told him a couple of days ago, “but otherwise, can’t we just be two people getting to know each other? I’d like for us to be friends at the end of this.”

It’s a very unusual attitude to take in this situation, but Choso doesn’t mind it. In fact, Choso is beginning to enjoy the normal conversations they share almost as much as their training sessions.

She sits down with a plate and begins picking at her food. He finds it charming how she cuts up her meat before starting, probably a habit from taking care of her sister. She doesn’t seem to notice him watching, instead looking out over the room.

“You know, when I first got here, I assumed all the trainers were depraved perverts,” she says. “Now, I still think they’re pretty depraved, but they also seem nice. I guess I shouldn’t judge people so quickly.”

Then she catches Choso staring at her and adds, “I’m sorry I made assumptions about you.”

He shakes his head. “It’s understandable, considering what I do for a living.”

She smiles at him. “You really are a nice guy, aren’t you?”

He smiles back. “I try.”

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After discovering Choso’s stash of toys and tools, neatly arranged in a bottom dresser drawer of all places, you spent an afternoon looking through them and coming up with ideas. When you spotted a pair of shiny metal handcuffs, you couldn’t resist.

So today, Choso is lying on his back in his bed, naked, his arms above his head. He’s handcuffed to the headboard, his toned chest rising and falling with his breaths. You’ve already stroked his cock until it’s hard, stopping when you thought he was getting a little too close to the edge. You want to draw this out.

You’re wearing nothing but a cropped white T-shirt, so short your tits almost hang out beneath it. You can see it in Choso’s eyes - if his hands were free he’d be sliding them under that shirt. But he enjoys being teased, and you intend to make the most of it.

You climb onto the bed, straddling his legs, your body tantalizingly close to his cock. You haven’t actually fucked him yet, having enough fun with other activities, but you’ve decided you can’t wait any longer. So you scoot closer, until your soft wet pussy presses against the underside of his cock, standing straight up from his body.

He draws in a sharp breath, his head rising from the pillow to look down as you slide yourself up and down, smearing your juices over his shaft. Even just rubbing your slit against him like this feels amazing. He apparently agrees, as his tip begins leaking and his breaths come faster.

“Mistress, please…” he moans, looking up at your eyes.

You keep rubbing as you smile down at him. “Please what?”

He groans as you slide yourself across his tip, getting so close. “Please, let me be inside you…”

When you pause, hovering with your entrance directly above his cock, then lower yourself barely an inch, Choso’s hands jerk at the cuffs, his body bucking off the bed, trying to enter you. But you’re quick to rise up, denying him the pleasure.

“Bad boy!” you say, pulling away from him. He groans as his head falls back onto the pillow.

You wait for a moment, watching his cock twitch, before resuming your position just above him. “Can you be good for me?” you ask.

“Yes, Mistress! I’ll be so good for you!” he says, looking so needy and cute.

“Then I’ll treat you like a good boy,” you say, finally sinking down onto him, his rock hard cock plunging into you from below.

“Ah, fuck…” you mutter, realizing perhaps a bit too late that he’s bigger than he looks, more girth than you expected. He’s definitely bigger than any of your previous lovers, and even with him remaining still, letting you control the depth and force, it’s a bit of a challenge to take him all the way in.

But you do, sliding down until your bottom hits his torso. Choso groans, his head tossed back, his lips parted. “You feel so good, Mistress,” he says.

You begin riding him, lifting yourself up and down, moving your hips in circular patterns. Your own breaths are hitching now as you keep one hand pressed into his chest and the other snakes up your body, slightly lifting your shirt. Choso jerks against the cuffs again, his eyes glued to your body, clearly desperate to touch you.

He lifts his hips from the bed each time you sink down, thrusting into you. It’s the only thing he can do, but it’s hitting your sweet spot so perfectly. You moan and move both hands to his shoulders, leaning forward and bracing yourself with your arms.

“Mistress,” he says, his voice nearly breaking, “can I please… cum inside you?”

“Not yet,” you answer, your face close to his now as your hips keep moving. Leaning forward this way puts pressure on your clit, creating such delicious friction. Only a few minutes of this pushes you over the edge, and you cum on his cock as you say, “Do it, now!”

Choso must have been ready to burst, as he immediately fills your clenching pussy with his cum while looking up into your eyes. You drop down onto him, as deeply as possible, your body trembling.

For a while, the two of you simply stay like this, him buried inside you, until you both catch your breath. Then you ease off him, cum dripping out of you, and reach for the key to the handcuffs lying on the nightstand. You unlock the cuffs and Choso lowers his arms as you collapse onto him, lying on top of his body. His arms encircle you, and you think you could stay like this forever.

Later, the two of you are cleaning up when Choso’s phone chimes. He pulls it from his pocket and looks at the screen for a moment before a smile crosses his face. He looks up at you, beaming.

“Yuji is coming to spend the day with me tomorrow!”

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seat-safety-switch · 8 months ago

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You know who's a gigantic nerd? Your doctor is a gigantic nerd. They had to go to school for, like, a really long time, study all these weird names, work in weird labs for free, and learn about all the parts inside a butt.

And people are complicated. You might think that there's a lot of kinds of car, but at least Dodge generally made all of the Darts the same. Differences between kids go way further than "line worker was a little drunk and swayed this way when he put the windshield wiper hose clamps on." You can't get a Haynes manual, you have to just have the experience.

Me, I'm more of a "hands on" learner, but medical school really frowns upon you opening up the patients. It's one of those union things, I guess. You have to put in your dues, read some dry political literature, before they let you get right in there. Even if you bring your own knife. Medical school wasn't for me, in other words, but I still admire the commitment to public service that is figuring out all the things that can go wrong on a relatively low-mileage, single-owner human body.

Which is not to say that I've given up the hobby. You might have figured out by now that I'm the kind of person who sees a couple little, minute, not-for-everyone details and burrows right in there. I'm going to go see my doctor next week, just to soak up the value of their experience in human longevity. Yeah, that was horseshit. I'm actually hoping they won't notice I'm using the nitrous oxide pump while their backs are turned.

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oqmemphis · 6 months ago

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i MUST hear more about this very normal and completely functional minecraft server. please spill more details

Before the last world reset, there was a region a few hundred blocks across which was permanently lit as though it were noon 24 hours a day, because one of the admins replaced every air block with an invisible level 15 light block. Directly next to this was a former ocean that got turned into a vast plain of packed ice stretching in every direction; you could stand in the middle of it and it would be indistinguishable from superflat.

On that old world, the market next to spawn had about a 50% chance of completely locking up my game any time I went there, and the only way to fix it was to go into Task Manager and force-crash Minecraft. Nobody else ever had this issue, and to this day I do not know what caused it.

There was an entirely separate world containing a single castle, which you could only get to if the owner of the castle teleported you in there. The castle was supposed to be surrounded by an inescapable dome of barrier blocks, but I managed to get out and explore the rest of the world. At 0,0 there was a village that had generated in a massive pit, a hundred blocks across and stretching nearly to bedrock. Immediately next to this pit was a frozen river bearing the shatter pattern of some kind of large explosion, set off by forces unknown.

Someone built an outpost one million blocks away from spawn. Those chunks got culled at some point, and when the player who built it went back there they found a completely different landscape generated in its place. There was never an update that changed terrain generation during that world's run.

Recently, the functionality of rails got completely inverted. Unpowered rails would accelerate a minecart, while powered ones would stop it in its tracks. This, at least, was just an issue with one plugin being configured wrong. Sometimes there are issues where multiple plugins exist alongside each other fight for dominance.

We have one plugin that allows some players to fly and resist all fall damage without elytra or equipment, and another plugin that (until recently) was configured to block the first plugin from functioning whenever you were in another player's land claim. This led to situations where you could fly into an invisible claim region and instantly drop out of the sky and die. I have died seven times on this world, and all of them were because of this.

There is an obsidian sphere about a hundred blocks across, mostly submerged in the ocean; elsewhere, there is an island of comparable size which is covered entirely in basalt; and elsewhere still, there is a region of forest that has been fully replaced with sculk. I know this because I am currently making a map of the server covering around 12000x12000 blocks, and all those places just show up as mysterious, cursed splotches of black.

There is a lot of lore and roleplaying. The Queen is both fae and vampiric; my queries as to how precisely a diet of blood is reconciled with an iron allergy have gone largely unanswered. She has also canonically destroyed and remade the entire world on two separate occasions. The server has only undergone one world reset.

Immediately before said reset, I wrote a 70-page book filled with footnote labyrinths, in which my character briefly goes on an anti-capitalist rant before discussing the architectural styling of his home and the impending obliteration thereof. It serves as a spiritual sequel to a 100-page book which is ostensibly a user manual for installing an item sorter, but which also contains the lyrics to Mr Blue Sky and mentions something called the "City of Ouranos Department for Bibliographical Metaphysics and Chilled Legumes" (which is a reference to a different server I used to play on, in which a "Cool Bean War" was instigated with the help of a book that would crash your game if you tried to read past the first page).

The item sorter that the aforementioned user manual is for is a colossal assemblage of redstone components that click and flash for several minutes every time you put anything into it. I never actually built this on the server, because I ended up making a much simpler design using a custom plugin called SlimeFun (which tries to emulate the functionality of a tech mod without actually being one). This plugin's cargo management system does not contain a priority allocation mechanism, so I ended up implementing one by forcing the lower-priority route through a very long cargo pipe that eventually loops back on itself and ends at an overflow chest a few blocks from the starting point, thereby tricking SlimeFun's pathfinding algorithm into only sending items through it if every other option has been exhausted.

A reincarnation of Herb the Herbalist, the bizarre glitchy NPC entity that @the-unseelie-court-official has discussed at length, now resides in a hole directly under world spawn, repeating the same six lines of dialogue on a loop for all eternity:

I once was free, you know? There was a time when the Queen almost came toppling around me. Like a puppet with no strings I could not move nor speak, but I was free. It was stripped from me. Even now I dance her tune, only speaking of this past because she lets me. I crave nothing more than death. Please, unjust unmerciful God who would leave me to survive.

So, y'know, they're doing fine.

#normal server #long post

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ametrictonofaudacity · 2 years ago

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Gaps 3

Yandere Platonic Batfam x Mentally Ill/Forgetful Reader

Warning: This is a yandere work, and as such, contains themes of obsession and unhealthy relationships. This particular snippet from Gaps will be an escalation, since this is a series, so trigger warning for kidnapping, non-consensual drugging, obsessive behaviors and manipulation.

There was a half full bottle of psychiatric meds in the glove box of your car. You have absolutely no clue when this got there, buried as it was under your insurance information, registration, and car owners manual, but it was there.

You turn the bottle over in your hands, reading the small label. Prazosin. You were glad to have some extra, in case Bruce hadn’t been able to get your refill this month. He had been good about it, the past couple of months while you waited for your appointment at the DMV, but it was always good to have spares, just in case. And something in your stomach urged you not to rely on the billionaire too much.

You pocket the bottle of pills. Sure, your script had been changed from prazosin to nitrazepam, by Dr. Leslie Thompkins since she was the only person that would treat you without an ID, but you didn’t like how the nitrazepam left you sluggish the next morning. You also didn’t like the thought of just how vulnerable you would be, in such a deep sleep.

Your cell phone rings. You pick up on the first ring, humming.

“(Y/N).” It was Damian. A bit of a surprise, since he didn’t really seek you out, but not an entirely unwelcome one. “You used to have a cat, correct?”

You snort. Of course one of the few times Damian calls you, it was about an animal. You didn’t expect anything less.

“Yeah. I had a Maine Coon kitten for a while before I moved. She was the sweetest little thing too, would always climb onto my shoulders whenever I got home from work.”

“What happened to her?”

“When I moved, I had to give her to my roommate. I visit her whenever I go to Bludhaven.” You explain, beginning your nightly routine. You brush the knots out of your hair, root around for your pajamas, drop two tablets in your hand.

“I see. I’m sorry you had to leave her behind.”

You smile, glancing at the time. The two tablets go down easy, and you double and triple check your locks. In Gotham, it didn’t hurt to be vigilant.

“It’s not a problem. I do have work tomorrow, so I’m gonna turn in, okay?”

“Of course. Get some rest, (Y/N).” He says it like it’s practically a demand, and you laugh when the line goes dead.

You drift off to sleep, eventually, your limbs heavy and numb.

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Your woken up by the sound of your bedroom door creaking open. Your heart stops, before thundering in your chest, slamming fast against your ribs.

Your mind races, and you force yourself to breath slow and deep, feigning sleep. The average thief wouldn’t bother to kill a sleeping person, but who knew what would happen if they thought there were witnesses. Carefully, you shift, making sure the movement looked to be the shifting of a sleeping body.

There’s a sound of crackling above you, and you don’t know what that means before the intruder speaks.

“You sure you got the dosage right? They’re moving around a lot for someone who’s sedated.” A modulated voice, indistinguishable thanks to the static. Your stomach drops, and it takes everything you have not to stiffen in terror. No average thief would have a fucking voice modulator. And what did they mean, the dosage? What the fuck did they mean?

Your fingers close around the handle of the small folding knife you kept under your pillow.

“It’s not full sedation. They’ll sleep deeply enough that we can move freely, but too high of a dosage would cause issues.” A low, gravelly voice and you feel your breath hitch. Both voices go quiet.

You hear a soft rattle as a pill bottle is picked up. Your heart hammers in your throat. You can’t remember which bottle of meds was by your bedside.

“Didn’t you get them put on nitrazepam?”

“Yes.”

“Old man, this isn’t nitrazepam. It’s an old script of prazosin.”

Silence. Deafening silence. Your eyes snap open.

You don’t even give yourself time to process the fact that there were two of Gotham’s vigilantes in your room. You don’t give yourself time to panic, or feel betrayed, because if you do, you won’t stop. You’ll be frozen and defenseless and unable to do anything.

You lunge up, throwing the blankets off yourself, and you try to twist away when the goddamn Red Hood lunges to catch you, only for his arm to wrap around your waist, yanking you back. The small fold out knife clatters to the ground, and a hand wraps around your wrist.

“Why don’t we all just cool off, yeah? No more stabbing attempts.” He sounds almost amused, but there’s an edge of danger in his voice that makes you shudder. He releases you, and you stagger away from him.

Batman hovers in the corner of the room, and even though he is the furthest from you, he feels so much closer.

“You got my script changed. Why?” Your voice is trembling, and you grimace. You don’t like the way you sound far too vulnerable.

“The old man is paranoid as hell, that’s why.” Hood grumbles, crossing his arms. He leans back, giving you space, and even though you know you aren’t any safer, you appreciate it.

“Hood. Now is not the time.” Batman growls, and Hood snorts.

“When would be the time old man? We would have avoided all of this if we had just gone with my plan.” Hood points out. You have no idea what he means.

“They weren’t ready.” Batman snaps, and you don’t know what that means. “This isn’t the place for this discussion, Hood.”

He turns to you, and for a moment, hesitates. The moment passes, and he lifts his hands, tugging back his cowl.

You stare. Staring back at you with intense blue eyes is Bruce Wayne.

So many things click in your mind. The inexplicable cancelling of your appointments. The paranoia. The way you had been struggling to work past the constant fear you were being watched. The way your things went missing when you needed them.

“(Y/N), I know you’re confused right now. Just let me explain.” Bruce says gently, and you shake your head, backing up.

“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say right now. You.. how long have you been breaking into my apartment? How long have you been using my meds to do it? And why?!”

“(Y/N), you barely manage to function on a day to day basis. I was just insuring your safety.”

“My safety?! Arguably I would be even more vulnerable SEDATED in an apartment in Gotham? Why do you think I check my locks so often? Why I have lists, of every possible thing I could need? I KNOW how to take care of myself, but clearly I made some sort of mistake when met all of you!” You shriek, and there are hot, ugly tears streaming down your face.

You didn’t need this, you didn’t need him, and you certainly did not need him pulling the strings on your life.

“Alright, you clearly can’t handle this old man.” Hood turns to you, arms crossed. “Listen, I get it. Batman’s a controlling, manipulative bastard. But we aren’t having this discussion here.”

You yell when his hand closes around your arm, and raise your hand to slap him away. He tugs you forward, twisting your arm behind your back and holding it there, and you yell.

A sharp pain in your neck, and your vision blurs.

You feel your knees buckle, feel yourself start to sag.

Gloved hands hold you up, and your head spins. Armored arms scoop you up, and you push at the thick Kevlar.

The last thing you see before unconsciousness takes you is white lenses staring down.

#yandere x reader #yandere dc #yandere platonic x reader #yandere platonic batfam

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jessamine-rose · 1 year ago

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ʚ✿⚘ Forbidden Fruit ⚘✿ɞ

Welp I was very busy this Kinktober thanks to WHB. More headcanons, anyone?? (*-`ω´- )

Characters:: Bathin, Marbas, Barbatos, Naberius, Satan, Zagan, Astaroth

Note:: Nsfw, pls take note of each character’s paraphilia before reading, MINORS DNI

♡ Bathin usually travels alone, but he is always open to your company. He will prioritize scenic routes and hidden gems, anything to make your journey more exciting. Once the moon rises, the two of you can take evening strolls, compare the night sky to Niflheim’s, and savor each other’s presence in an otherwise unfamiliar place. Not to mention the hours spent in your hotel room—there is a reason why you always share a bed.

♡ Technically, Marbas can undo his restraints during meals, but that hasn’t stopped you from offering your help. Hand-feeding him takes less time, after all, especially with candy or fruit. And it means you can tease him by sitting on his lap, tracing his lips for stray crumbs, getting your fingers sticky with his favorite strawberry caramel. Neither can he stop you when you pull him into a sweet kiss, slipping an aphrodisiac into his mouth~

♡ Barbatos likes to see you at different times of the day. Noon, illuminated in radiant sunshine. Sunset, colored in light and shadow. Night, when your visage is painted in the soft shades of borrowed sunlight. In return for indulging his kink, he will be the one to provide sunscreen and thoroughly apply it to your skin. Now he just needs to coax you into sunbathing with him; the both of you would look beautiful against the roses.

♡ Naberius is weak to pet play. There are many ways to rile him up, from soft headpats to harsh commands to a personalized collar engraved with your initials. And what is the best form of control if not Pavlovian conditioning? All it takes is the sound of his name spoken in your voice, in a stern tone used only during sex, for his animalistic urges to take over. “Hey, Naberius, have you forgotten who your owner is? …Oh? That’s my good boy~”

♡ The easiest way to end an argument with Satan is through makeup sex. Depending on the seriousness of the issue, he can’t help but feel turned on by your wrath—directed at him, no less. He hasn’t even apologized before you’re already at his throat, a slap to his face followed by a passionate kiss. To which he smiles and kisses you back, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. You truly are an interesting human~

♡ Zagan is attentive to your physical mannerisms, which makes it easy for him to gauge your emotions. Every shudder, every flicker of discomfort, spurs him to stop moving and ask if you’re okay, if you need a breather, if he has failed as your lover. Do reassure him, won’t you? His skill is also useful during workouts! He will examine your form, manually adjust your body, and, in a shy voice, propose a final exercise in his bedroom.

♡ Astaroth’s favorite pastime is to read a book while you cockwarm him. The experience can only be described as your personal hell—fleeting touches, the spikes of his leg harness, his velvety voice narrating a tale of dark romance. How long will your patience last? Has corruption ever tasted this sweet? Don’t worry, he promises to reward you once the story is over. A beautiful rose is not without thorns, just like the flowers tainted by original sin.

♡

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Censored: Fact Check. Lee Taeyong

"I trusted you, and you couldn't even protect me."

Pairing: mafia!Taeyong X reporter!Reader

Synopsis: Life takes a sharp turn into the wrong corner when you realise that the man you’ve been with for 3 years has lied to you about who he really is.

Genre. Angst. Mafia and gangs. Dark romance.

Warnings. Angst. Blood scenes. Killings.

News:

"Criminal activities continue to manifest in Kwangya City. With cases and reports being filled day, night and regularly by the hour, as drug exporters, mob executioners and many more corrupt the streets. Legal advisors of Kwangya inform and advice fellow citizens to keep off the streets and stay indoors. However that has proved to be impossible because we are a function city fully based on people working manual and physical jobs.” You read the script stationed on the screen before you turn to your co-host. “This is insanity. Renjun can you believe the chaos going on?"

“It’s absolutely devastating to face this period blindly and not knowing what could happen to any of us. By the hour we've been hearing that citizens are getting kidnapped, houses are being raided, people, and to think that it's happening to different types of people. We could even be victims.” Renjun shakes his head in disbelief turning his gaze off the camera to glance at at his co-worker, you, in the eye. "According to reports made by various sources, the people of Kwangya should be extremely careful or they might be victims in uncalled-for events. That's what it is, uncalled-for and dangerous acts. But what I'm curious about is that Neo City and Kwangya City are close by the border, do you think that perhaps the mob bosses, dealer kings and corroborated mafia leaders of The Neo City are behind this whole scene?"

"I'll have to say Renjun, there seems to be a link between the crimes and patterns that the officers have picked up on, and with closer examinations I can say confidently that I'm sure this is planned by the Neo City corroborated Mafia Leaders. The pattern being the letter 'N' being carved in cites that have been raided. But then again I could be wrong," You turn to the camera. "After the break we'll report live from Kwangya streets to hear what locals and shop owners have to say about the disturbance of the neighboring city. It is now 19:30 and you're watching Channel 5 news."

A man dressed in all black walks inside an electronics store purchasing a burner phone. He walks out the store and drags his cigarette watching the news report outside another television appliances store puffing out air. He fishes for his phone puffing out the air that was from the bud, using an untraceable sim he requests a call on the new purchased phone. The phone instantly connects. "Peaches," He speaks with encryption to 'peaches'.

"Octopus," Peaches answers with confirmation at the same time speaks with encryption to 'octopus'. "Do you have eyes on the girl?"

"Vague eyes on the girl," the man 'octopus' responds. "But I've got clear eyes on the location."

"Name of girl?"

"Y/n."

The receiver notes down. "Do not engage with the girl, wait for further orders."

The man cuts the call removing the sim from the phone returning it to the store swapping it for a different phone. He moves outside towards the tv store continuing to watch from the outside seeing the news channel is back. He keeps his gaze on the female speaker also known as Y/n.

A few minutes later you and your coworker announce your departure and end the news reports. His phone buzzes in his pocket causing him to immediately check it. Signalling that he should be on the move.

There's so much chaos in the city, so much involuntary movements are being done, yet on your end you commit the biggest crime by walking during late hours. It's high time you get a car, because you might not know if you're next. It's a serious situation and you of all people (who report the facts) know that the night city is not a time you should be lingering outside.

But being on guard, the moment you're dropped off by your bus, you quickly make your way home. Walking through your residential area, you get side tracked by the twinkling of the stars and how bright they look tonight. Back then looking at the stars was peaceful, but now looking at the stars while being unattentive to your surroundings only brings trouble.

You can't stop looking to them but it's until you turn a corner and walk straight on the avenue of your house, you notice that there's a person on the sidewalk leaning against a lamp post.

What's weird is that he's got his eyes on you.

You look away from him ignoring the feeling in you that you've seen him before...but you can't pin point where.

•

"The weirdest thing happened tonight babe," You rinse your mouth thoroughly before leaving your toothbrush in its case. Walking back into your joined room whereby your boyfriend, Taeyong, is casually on the bed flipping through the channels, you smile while removing your pajama pants being left in your sexy underwear while wearing his baggy shirt.

"What happened?" He sits up leaning on his elbow. "On a side note, what do you wanna do tonight?"

"I don't know," you shrug your shoulders laying down on the bed next to him. "You're the one who came suddenly and uninvited, what do you wanna do?"

He lets out a dry chuckle. "I can't come and see my girlfriend anymore without getting formal permission? Noted." He tries to get a kiss but you ignore him, laughing slightly. "I missed you, though. Couldn't control my urge tonight. After all the effort to see you and nearly getting killed by my boss, I don't even get a kiss? Ouch," He gets playfully sulky.

You grin hiding your face behind a pillow looking at him. "On second thought, I wanna kiss you. Can I do that?"

He pulls the pillow down leaning his face closer. "Do what you want with me babe. Tonight I'm all yours?"

"I just..." You smile looking at him in awe. "I missed you so much,"

"I missed you too," He returns the smile. "I couldn't wait to see you tonight. And it's not just because I think we might make out, but seriously I missed you. Lately, I've been wondering about a lot of things. And you mostly came up in my mind. We've been together for almost 3 years but I can't shake this feeling inside of me. You're my forever,"

Your lips quirk upwards holding onto his shoulders, you get closer to his face and plant a kiss on his lips. "I love you Tae,"

"I love you more then you'll ever know, babe," Taeyong grins pulling you in for another kiss. You lay there holding him as he strokes your hair while he continues kissing you. He pulls away from the kiss only slightly leaving it open and kisses along your jaw line slowly trailing down to your neck. He sucks on your collarbone eliciting a moan from your throat.

He looks up at you, eyes filled with lust and you lean back giving him better access to your neck. Your fingers thread through his hair massaging into his scalp. He pulls away from your neck and places butterfly kisses all along the column of your neck, you shudder and squirm under him as his tongue licks the underside of your ear. "I've been thinking." He says in between kisses.

"What?" Your mind fuzzy with his intoxicating lips of pleasure.

"We should get out of here. Go to another city, or country, start new," He lips merge again with yours and he leans on the bed looking at you. "What do you say?"

"You wanna leave Kwangya?"

"It's bloody murderous now days," Taeyong states. "These days people are running for their lives, and I just don't want to lose you by accident. Anything can happen, and I don't want that to happen to you. I work at Neo City, so I'm not always here to protect you, but I want us to leave. We can find another place to stay, keep a low profile, what do you say? "

You giggle lightly while wrapping your arms around his neck. "As much as I wanna leave this damn city, I can't leave my dad just yet." You mummer. "I know he's my adoptive dad and I shouldn't care, like the way you've been telling me not to care...but this man has done so much for me. He's my dad Ty, and I have to make sure he's safe."

Taeyong looks in between your eyes and sighs softly. "Then how about we move with him?"

"Move with him?" You arch your eyebrow and shake your head finding his plea a joke. You lean in close to get back into kissing him but then recognition dawns upon you. "That's who he looks like!"

You sit up straight on the bed, stretching your body towards the opposite side of your nightstand taking your phone and gliding through some pictures.

"Uhm? Kiss babe? What happened?" Taeyong pouts when you turn your head towards him. "And what are you talking about?"

"That's what I actually wanted to talk to you about," You answer him, recalling the incident that happened. Crossing your legs and holding up your phone to his view you urge him to take it. "Keeping sliding left,"

"A few weeks ago there was a man who entered the company wanting to see the boss, aka my dad. He didn't take it too well that my dad wasn't available and began causing a ruckus. Security had him pinned and began dragging him out, but he kept coming once in a while still looking for the boss. The weird thing is, I saw him again. I don't know... but he kept looking at me. Is it strange?"

Taeyong says nothing looking intensely at your phone at the picture of the man who kept bursting at the place. He grumbles lowly as a dangerous bass leaves his mouth. "Shit."

"Babe?" You tilt your head to the side seeing his serious expression. "Are you okay?"

His eyes look up intensely and furiously that your heart shivers causing you to gently lay a hand on his knee. That seems to snap him out of the raging face before he looks normal...well anxious again. "I'm sorry, what? I didn't hear you,"

"You look frightening. Do you know him or something? What's wrong? Are you okay?" You ask again rubbing hand on his knees as he also sits up crossing his legs, visibly looking annoyed.

"I don't like how close you were. Did he do anything to you?" He asks raising his brow.

"No," You shake your head. "He didn't do any anything to me on that day, but today-"

"You saw him again?" His voice gets louder.

"Yeah, I was walking home and I noticed him staring at me. Maybe it was absentmindedly but it didn't look like that,"

"They know where you live. Shit."

Taeyong hurriedly gets up from the bed going over to curtains pulling them apart, before you can even have time to digest his sudden change of behavior and attitude. You get up on your knees wanting to ask who knows where you live, yet a bizarre sight freezes you in place. The view instantly consumes you with its bright flashing lights and a loud car engine roars drastically screeching and getting closer and closer to your bedroom balcony. Your mind is slow to process- however when Taeyong leaps out of the way vigorously gripping your wrist and pulling your shocked body- you have no choice but to support yourself and regain balance to try and run already hearing the walls of your bedroom bricking down- crashing down. You scream gripping Taeyong with your other hand, but he's quick in lifting you up in one swift move placing you onto his back - you rapidly straddle him from the back holding onto his neck due to the fast pace he's running at.

"Hold on tight!" He yells before his legs swing over the wooden fence around your house. His hole body bucks when he's running and have to hold yourself severely because you feel like with all his sharp movements you could fall off. He's running so fast and sharply.

But it's not long before the angry tires screeches and demolition of your house is in progress. Peeking back there's only heavy clouds of dust all around your tarnished house and rapid angry rolling tires still trudging towards you guys.

"Babe what's happening!?" You yelp now hearing bullet sounds of gunshots shooting up from behind. Taeyong's feet move rapidly that you begin to bounce up and down at every street jump he makes. You hold him tighter closing your eyes. "I'm scared! I'm scared!"

"Fuck." You hear Taeyong curse lowly.

You look back in the dark night no longer seeing the car but running figures. Two! "They're running Taey!" You tell him but the warning is short lived when Taeyong accidentally falls down a short ledge throwing you off guard and off his shoulders

"Taey!" Your back hits the floor hard when a sharp shot hits his leg making him roll down the short cliff leading to the park down below.

"T-Taeyong!" Your bare less feet regain composer and you get off the ground running towards the edge- you're about to go down but your hair spikes as someone pulls you backwards from behind. "OW!"

Your eyes widen as you turn back to the man that just pulled your hair- it's him. It's that man!

"Please?!" You scream out loud when he presses the cold barrel of the gun on the side of your temple.

He pulls down his mask revealing a blunt smirk. "So you're the bitch that has him falling like a pussy,"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please let me go."

"In that case, you should've let me see your boss that day." He comments. "Because now, you've just made shit difficult."

"I'm sorr-"

Strike!

The last thing you remember before your eyes lost conscious was his enormous fist colliding with your face. Maybe you're still hazy from the hit or maybe it's you're mind playing games with you, however you almost swear that you feel your body being thrown in the back of the car while hearing your name being called. Called by Taeyong.

He's screaming- yelling your name. Your head feels too heavy to lift up, but when you do the car's already driving away with a drenched Taeyong chasing after.

"Taey? Taeyong. Taeyong!" Your body snaps up banging the window and pulling the trigger of the door to open, but it's locked.

"Make her shut up Yuta."

Your wandering eyes search the dark car but just like that- another jaw breaking punch sets you falling backwards in your seat losing touch of your senses and what's happening around you.

•

"Rise and shine sweetheart. Your day has just begun."

Your ears manage to catch the muffled voices verifying them into words that you can actually understand. A sharp pain makes itself known the moment that your eyes snap open. You're laying flat on the stone cold floor feeling pain on your face. Your throat is horses as you try to make a sound. It doesn't work especially when you feel your hair pulled back forcing you to sit up as you hold onto the hand that harshly grips your hair. A loud yelp as well as tears emerge instantly reminding you of the distortion of last night.

The darkness in the room makes itself known but you try to adjust your eyes to the man infront of you. The man doesn't give you much of a chance as he yanks your hair laughing in your face. "Oh wow! Did I do that? Jaehyun look at this, I'm almost as good as you,"

Your throat is parched and you have a massive headache. You try to speak but your lip is split making it hard and you feel your jaw has intense pain. Instead you look into his eyes only seeing dots of black spots and blurry sights.

"Taeyong has taste. She's hot."

"Looks like one of his whores." the other standing figure states moving closer.

Your mind wonders to what's going on but it's hard to piece the pieces when your head throbs hard and all you can think about is nothing but the pain. He lets your hair go and like a pin dropping your whole face and front slam back to the floor weakly. "Ah,"

You let out a small cry making the other standing guy grabbing your neck forcing you up and yanking you. Your voice weakens and you hold in your cry as fear raises in you. He says nothing only glaring at you and you hiccup breathing unevenly feeling your lips quivering. He grips tighter evoking a new wave of panic. He doesn't even need to say anything, his eyes say it all. If you make another sound you won't like the outcome.

He drops you to the floor and having no balance or support, your body tramples weakly on the ground. You close your eyes forcing the tears to stay in, wishing and praying for Taeyong to save you. You don't know what has happened over the course of the previous hours. All you know is that Taeyong seemed to know before hand what was happening. What even is happening? You're proven right when a third party enters the room shortly....it's not even a room. The more you like the wider the grey space looks. It's large too, with only small square windows at the top. It's looks like only a giant can reach up there and no normal human being.

"Guys, he's here. He's really here." The new guy who enters marvels in a cocky manner. "I thought he would've taken longer."

"How could he take long? When the last thing he saw was his bitch in Jaehyun's arms." Another dark chuckle from his end. "She's a fine piece, there's no way he could take long to get back to here, so of course he'd come by in a blink of an eye."

"Where is he now?" The other guy asks.

"With the boss."

"You finally remembered us," Johnny smirks when Taeyong bursts into his office looking furious as hell. The entire night he spent running on foot to get to the Gates of Hell, also known as the headquarters of The Neo City Mafia Leaders. From where you live all the way to Neo city takes at least 3 hours while driving, but by foot it takes longer, so seeing Taeyong in his office panting and sweating, Johnny can just feel how much taking you hostage means to Taeyong.

"Where is she?" Taeyong asks fisting his fist and glaring at Johnny.

Johnny throws a picture on the table causing Taeyong to pick it up. It's a picture of himself and you, kissing. "Yuta took this picture moments before they crushed into her house. You look too relaxed don't you think?"

"But before we get to her, let's talk business." Johnny gets up from his desk and tilts his head at Taeyong. "2 missions have passed. Where did you hide off to?"

Taeyong refrains from rolling his eyes. "I was at home."

"You mean at that bitch's house."

Taeyong wants to curse Johnny for calling you however he wanted to call you, but he can't because Johnny is still his boss and the Leader of the Neo City Mafia Leaders. So he simply clutches his fist stronger and turns a deaf ear to any insults regarding you.

"You're disappearance has not been sitting well with me. Not only did you miss two missions but you've neglected your duties as vice." Johnny states. "You can imagine how pleased I was to have finally found your little bitch. I sent Yuta and Jaehyun to get her. But word tells me that you were actually at that little bitch's house, proven by that photo."

"She has nothing to do with this Johnny. She's innocent-"

"In my book she's already committed a crime. If she can make you neglect two missions, then there's something wrong with her." He smirks. "She has to pay."

"Please-"

"For hell's sake she's even making you say shit like that. 'Please?' did you really just say that?" Johnny fixes the buttons around his wrist. He picks up the remote on the table switching on the tv to a basement that's very familiar to Taeyong. It's the torture chamber. Inside the spacious grey room he sees you on the floor in the baggy shirt he came over with and your black laced underwear, on one side Yuta stands there tilting his head from side to side with his hands buried in his back pockets and near the door leaning on the wall is Jaehyun who's got his eye on you.

Johnny presses a buzzer and speaks into it. "Begin."

Taeyong's heart escalates when he finally realizes what you're doing there. You're going to be tortured. "No. Please don't." He steps closer to the screen watching Yuta smirk at the camera before picking up your shirt and using his backhand to beat the side of your face. "No! Don't, don't don't do this!"

You yell in distress by the sudden impact trying to back away but get forced forward and are beaten left to right. Taeyong with bloodshot red teary eyes watches Yuta have his way with you. "That was for missing two missions. And the next one. This is for disrespecting your oath and word towards me. Jaehyun you may,"

Jaehyun steps forward after Johnny's command and Taeyong has his eyes widen when Jaehyun wastes no time in slamming a hard right hook on your face. You fall back and crawl backwards yelling covering up your face but it's no use as Jaehyun follows you and continues to deliver rough hits to your face. Taeyong grips his hair turning sharply to Johnny pointing towards the screen. "Stop this! She doesn't deserve- she's innocent. It's me you want! I'm here!" Taeyong yells trying to drown out your ear piercing wails that get louder and louder. The thought of your fragile body, your soft skin being beaten up makes his stomach wrench with anger. It's worse since he knows that Jaehyun will only stop if Johnny tells him to. "I'm begging you, please stop this."

Yuta from the side knows very well that Jaehyun plays no games when it came to hitting and teaching someone a lesson. So he's not surprised that after 5 minuets of continuously punching and hitting hard on the girl, Taeyong's girl, your wails become low and your face gets bloodier concealing your beauty. Jaehyun grabs a hold of your hair pulling you up and he looks at your bloodied face with your eyes closing out of conscious. You await the heavy knockout already closing your eyes tight being tired of fighting. Feeling nothing but cold air blowing past you, your eyes weakly open noticing that Jaehyun's fist is centimeters away from your face.

Your eyes having difficulty moving - straining when you try to look at Yuta who's talking but you can't hear a thing. You're dropped on the floor and your eyes instantly shut- too painful to cry, too painful to move you lay on the ground breathing and choking on your own dry blood. With your ears being impaired you only hear ringing and even if you did want to hear something, you couldn't bring your energy or hear all to listen to what the two men that beat you up had to say. The only thing you can think about is the pain.

"She's fucking innocent Johnny! Have you no heart, that's my- my-" Taeyong feels his eyes aching and stinging by the sight of the monitor screen with Jaehyun and Yuta who wipe the blood off their hands and throw it at your face. On his knees his heart quenches seeing your figure shaking but unmoving. Jaehyun would need to pay for what he did to you. "You're a devil, have you no mercy?"

Johnny laughs like the cold heartless monster he is and Taeyong takes his eyes off of your image. Johnny raises a brow seeing the look on his face. "The devil I am indeed and you're supposed to be my spawn. My deadliest spawn, but look at you. You're on your knees, begging and shedding tears. If you value her that much, maybe I should just take her away."

Taeyong slams his fist on the table glaring his eyes at Johnny. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want Taeyong," Johnny smirks. "I'm glad I found the thing that's been hindering you. I don't want to threaten you because you know all that's at stake, all I'll say is that I've picked you up from nothing. You owe your life to me. You've had nothing and if it takes me removing her from the picture for you to focus, you know I'll remove her. So the ball is in your court. Anytime you divert, mislead or even stray away the mission one bit, I won't hesitate to kill her. And you know I will."

Taeyong breathes in heavily straightening his back and closing his eyes. He simply travelled to Kwangya to spend time with you and to escape from his reality for a while. He didn't intend for you to be taken, to be kidnapped all the way to Neo City where crime was at it's peak. So frustrated he pinches his teeth together trying not to get enraged. He didn't even sleep, he didn't even bath as his main priority was getting you back safe. Now that he's here, he knows it'll be a long time until you're going to be safe. "Why Jaehyun and Yuta?"

"You know why I picked Jaehyun." Johnny smirks as if the answer is clear. "I'm proud to have raised you and Jaehyun in my own house. You guys are my two deadliest pawns. With Jaehyun in place you'll do whatever I say for the sake of that girlfriend of yours. While I can count on Jaehyun to give her one blow once in a while, you can count on Yuta to feed her, keep her well." Johnny laughs to himself. "We both know that he won't take good care of her, so bring me what I want and I let her go. Come to think of it, does she even know who you are?"

"What do you want?" Taeyong fumes out still with eyes closed.

"Kwangya at my feet." Johnny moves back to his seat finishing business and closing the deal. "Qian Kun's head. As well as his son Chenle, but he should be alive, he's got information worth fortune. You may leave."

Taeyong drags his hand off the table burning with fire in him.

"Oh and Taeyong." Taeyong stops, refusing to turn back and make eye contact with his boss. "You know what will happen if you try and check on her? One move towards her cell and it'll probably be the last time you see her breathing."

With that Taeyong leaves the room panting and breathing heavily trying not to lose control. Inside the large mansion, criminals rest and roam around so when they see their leader Taeyong walking towards his room with hast and anger they know it's time to bring out their stern faces and full game. Taeyong bangs his door immediately going to shower removing his clothes punching the wall as hard as he can with his fist. "Ahhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He needs to get her out. He needs to get you out of here. You can't stay here. Not in this house, not in this mansion full of dangerous guys. Especially not in that room with the dangerous of them all after himself. And to think, that he's the most dangerous but yet so soft around you. He needs to get you out.

And in order to do that, he'll need to work as fast as he can. Turning on the shower he tries to focus on his target, but getting the bloodied image of her face out of his head is a challenge. He should've never came to visit her. Now he's gotten her in trouble that she doesn't deserve. "Hold on baby." He whispers as the water pours on him. "Hold on."

"We get in and get out." Taeyong speaks to the sets of groups listening to him. "Take out as many bodyguards as you can and then leave Kun's door unattended. It's take over day today, they'll know we're coming. So take out the lights, cut out the power, kill anyone who stands in your way, but leave Kun to me. Under no circumstances are you allowed to kill him- that's my job. Got it. Let's move."

•

"We're gonna ask you some questions." Yuta announces entering the basement room with Jaehyun following behind him.

It's been hours and you still haven't moved from your last position. Lifeless on the floor while fading in and out of conscious. Your throat and lips are dry while your eyes are both swollen. Not having cleaned up, crusts of your dried blood remain on parts of your face. You blink a tear away when spotting vague figures standing in front of you. Slowly, your head shifts to the side and you strain your eyes open using the little weight you have to back away. Not having heard what either of them say, you try with all your might to get away but you stop- only having moved an inch due to all the body shock and fatigue, as well as how heavy you feel dragging your body.

"Please..." Dryly you let out weakly putting your hand to cover your face.

"Damn." Yuta laughs. "She's actually holding up better. Not like Ryu and the other girls."

"Ryu died on spot after the third day, why compare her?"

Yuta scoffs as if the answer is obvious. "Because she's not dead yet. Meaning she can give us the answers we need. Alright, girly can you hear us?"

Yuta snaps his fingers near your ear and you slightly flinch, but you can't hear a thing he's saying. You mummer and try backing up begging with your dry cracked lips. "Please..."

"We wanna know about Taeyong." Yuta states his subject. "You give us much information, you eat. You give us little, you don't eat. Deal?"

Your ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton as you can hear his muffled words but you can't decipher what they mean. You can only cower and tremble while moving back- hoping and praying that they won't hurt you again. To your slight movement and response, Yuta thinks you're agreeing with. So you can just imagine your shock, when he speaks some more and you don't respond only seeing through your blurry eyes how his arm lifts up and the next thing you experience is a tremendous blow knocking your head in the opposite direction as you blurt out a cry-before quickly shutting your mouth holding in your voice- afraid you'll get beaten again.

You can only moan in pain as you let out tiny muffled out cries. You're scared for your dear life, and it doesn't help how your whole body is aching in pain, you feel that they are broken ribs here and there, and that your jaw is dislocated and that your ears are deaf just as your vision is foggy- but you can't even do anything with your trembling body but let out cries of sorrow.

Their muffled speeches continue again- but you can't be bothered to try and guess what they're saying because you feel another rock hard kick against your abdomen.

Jaehyun grabs Yuta's collar back while watching as blood splits out of your mouth as you cry and beg earnestly, imploring a single bloodshot word: "Please..."

"She can't hear you." Jaehyun notes, while directing his eyes to your ear which is bloody and red and oozing out lines of blood. "Which renders her useless. Just like Ryu."

Yuta growls in annoyance when noting the blood from your ears.

"Give her food."

Yuta pushes Jaehyun's hand away from you. "No. We made a deal. The less she gives, no food." Yuta walks away from Jaehyun, who only looks at your unlucky figure.

He kneels down close to you, spreading his finger through your hair. You're whimpering and breathing in heaps of fear. Jaehyun looks through your swollen bruised and broken face- cracked lips, bruised cheekbones, eyes bloodshot from weeping, nose busted and bleeding again, the skin around them a sickly pale pink, and yet you look so much more beautiful to him. His fingers pass through your soft hair going all the way down to the curves of your body landing on the fabric of your laced underwear.

"Just between us. If your boyfriend gets Kun's head, I'll get you some pants." Jaehyun mutters knowing you can't hear and taps your cheeks- it still causes you to throb in pain and you're whining like a broken puppy. "It's cold here. Good night."

When they leave the room, you're panting simmers down as your vision blurs out until you're passed out.

Your left ear drum is bursted and you fear that you won't be able to see again from your left eye. Although the pain subsides from your body, your stomach tightens in hunger. With each passing second whenever the two figures enter the room, you're scared that they might beat you up just like the previous time. However, it seems like ever that day (that they acted out of rage and beat you up) was just a command from someone higher then them, because they don't touch you again.

They place a bowl next to your head, but you're too weak to move your head or see what's inside. You can smell through your broken nose that it is a meal and it's hot. They splatter water on you from time to time but they don't feed you or make you move a little.

You don't count the time one of them entered the room and began making you wear some pants and left you with some kind of jacket that draped over you like a blanket. You don't count it because you don't remember it ever happening, you just woke up and you had pants on and a jacket blanket over you.

At some point when your bladder was full, you held yourself and kept yourself pressed. And for the time you really needed to let go, you crawled with all your strength but it was slow, and when you got to the corner of the large room, you peed on the concrete floor before you crawled and dragged yourself back to your bowl.

You don't know how many days passed, how many nights passed. You don't keep count, you don't move. All you do is stay in the same place hoping that this nightmare will end and that you'll wake up in your bed with Taeyong comforting you.

But unfortunately you don't ever go back to your normal life. And so as a way to adjust, you crawl to the food and try to eat...suck the food before getting dizzy and accepting that you can only eat a little.

Only 3 days have passed with both Yuta and Jaehyun in astonishment of how far you've made it without a bath or using the rest room- you barely even finished a full bowl of water or the food they placed next to you.

While Yuta nags and complains about how he doesn't like being a babysitter, Jaehyun finds himself loitering around the basement checking if you're okay. He splats water on your face from time to time, making sure you're alive. He also takes care of your face and body when you pass out or sleep. He wiped the blood from your face, ears and body, he placed a hot cloth on your face, massaged your scalp and made sure to keep you alive.

Of course now you know that it's been Jaehyun who has been cleaning up your swollen areas and wounds merely because, you noticed that your eyes weren't stinging so much and when you tried opening them you'd feel that it was actually opening up.

Despite his nature, he willingly made sure to keep you well and alive. And much to Yuta's surprise when Jaehyun picks you up from the floor and thrusts you over his shoulder walking out with you, Yuta has so many questions.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Get Jaemin." Is all Jaehyun says as he walks out of the basement room.

"You know you're fucked if Johnny sees-"

"He's not here. He's torturing Chenle in the chamber." Jaehyun mutters going up the stairs of the mansion before entering the lower area bathrooms which had 10 stalls for showers. Showers that were on an open floor with no barriers in between. Jaehyun sets you down by the sink as you try to balance yourself.

Although you're weak and your vison is hazy, you make out a man covered in foam and is butt naked seemingly taking a shower in the large space for showering. He's minding his own business and thoroughly washing himself.

Jaehyun's eyes go over your figure before turning back to the man in the shower. "Ten get out."

"Yah." Ten, unbothered, continues to shower. "I'm not bothering anyone today. Strip yourself and bath, stop pestering me to get out."

"Remove your clothes." Jaehyun says nonchalantly removing his leather jacket and placing it on the sink as his gaze is on you. The other guy abruptly turns off his side of the shower and snaps his head back. Upon noticing the female presence Ten covers his manhood.

"No way," Ten laughs. "Is that Yong's chick? Fuck she's a beau,"

You're surprised when Jaehyun holds you by your shoulders and then points to his lips which began moving. Over the past days, your hearing hasn't gotten any better, however you can say that you can hear...but it's low and muffled. So using your hazy eyes to try and see the way his lips move, you make out the words: "Bath" and "Clean."

"Now remove your clothes." Jaehyun continues speaking in a slow paced manner to try and get you to understand. "I'll get you something else to wear."

With that Jaehyun gets out of the bathroom. You're left alone in the bathroom with another naked man, who gives you one last smirk before turning around and continuing to shower. Heeding to what Jaehyun said, you try to remain nonchalant as you begin to remove your hoody as well as pants. You remove your underwear and bra and limp your way, as well as holding onto the wall for support to the furthest shower away from the naked man.

You try not to mind him, as he seemingly minds his own business when showering, however when you step your foot into the wet surface and try to hold up your weak body- you nearly fall causing the wet naked man to carefully leap in your direction. He holds onto your own naked body on the floor and helps you up.

While you cover your exposed areas trying to shield yourself from his view- you feel self conscious when his eyes go all over your face. "Jaehyun really left his mark on your face." He mumbles. "Do you need help washing up? I'm good with that."

You don't recall nodding, but when Ten gets a scrub and some soap, he begins creating foam around your body and he starts scrubbing you. You can only shamefully look down while holding onto the wall for some balance. The guy turns on the water and as the water cleans the foam from your body, you can see the blood mixing together with the foam water. Watching the water mixture, an emotion rises in you and you feel overwhelmed once the tears start blurring your vision.

You don't make it obvious that you're crying, in fact you try to allow the water drops take away the tears. Taeyong lied to you. He lied about his whole life and now you're here. You don't know what to think or feel. The person you fell head-over-heels for seems to be part of the mafia.

Ten stands in front of you when he's done washing your backside and rare. You can feel the warmth of his body and how his manhood keeps dangling and swinging with every move he makes. It lights taps onto your stomach each and every time he washes underneath your neck. He goes from your neck, down to your shoulders and then boobs. You're actually pleased that he's not taking advantage of you and instead washing you thoroughly. He washes underneath your boobs with care, on your armpits- and he even cleans your belly button inside....which is something you found weird. But when he gets to your stomach he takes extra care.

Ten feels bad when seeing the bruises in shades of red, pink and purple as well as black all over your stomach. Damn. Instead of using the scrub, he takes on a cloth and rubs gently over it. You feel a sharp pain from your stomach and instantly your hand goes over your stomach- which automatically gets onto of Ten as he stops while looking at you.

"Do you need me to wash down there or are you good with that?" He carefully asks. "Let me do it, so that you don't hurt yourself?"

You don't know what he's saying, and the tears that built up pour out again as you hiccup and look down.

Ten doesn't know why you're crying, but he takes it as a sign to continue. He thinks you might be crying from the pain. Your breathing is rigid and he tries not to make it hurt, but there's no other way. You're entire stomach looks badly injured. Sometimes Ten forgot what Jaehyun was capable off, but seeing it with his own eyes always made him avoid the older guy.

Ten gets to your pelvis and lower half, and just like he did with your buttock, he takes the scrub and briefly washes over it. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

He goes onto your legs and cleans under both your feet as they looked in dire shape. "Jaehyun really-"

"Really what?"

Ten is struck when immediately turning his head to the corner and seeing Jaehyun with a bag. Ten goes back to washing you keeping himself tranquil. "You really fucked her up."

"Johnny said so."

Ten rolls his eyes. Of course Johnny said so. Although everyone feared Johnny as there boss and tried to be as obedient as possible, no one could do it better then Jaehyun and Taeyong. Those two idiolized Johnny to one hell of another degree.

As Ten ponders on this, he finds it weird how actually Jaehyun allowed you to take a bath... "Did Johnny also say she can take a bath?"

Expecting an answer back, Ten is disappointed when Jaehyun simply folds his arms and ignores him. Sometimes he really tried to befriend the other unit team mates, but they were another breed.

Upon finishing, Ten gets up and mumbles in your ear. "Sorry okay babe. I'd never hit a woman. But be strong for your Yong. He's going through hell tryna meet Johnny's high demands."

You make out some words but the rest of the sentence is muffled and you can only look at his lips. Your eyes is hazy and when Ten looks between them both, he feels bad.

Although he was in the gang mafia group, his main post was with the surveillance and equipment team dealing in hacking. He was never in the front line. Most of the times when he saw what the members of the front line would do, he wonder how he got himself stuck in such a work field.

Jaehyun takes over as he moves closer to you and hands you the towel and the points to the bag. "Get dry and change."

With that he leaves the bathroom. Ten once again takes heed in helping you out. After helping you dry yourself, he searches through the bag and sees a boxer. Helping you put it on, he adjusts the size by pulling onto the strings and then he goes onto a long sleeved shirt...which on you it looks baggy. Seeing the logo and the size and color, Ten figures out that you're not wearing anything of your style but instead this is from Jaehyun's wardrobe. He then puts on the black sweat pants and pulling the strings to adjust it to your waist before finally finding some socks. They're also big, but socks always fit and so they fit you fine.

Ten takes it a step further and pulls all your hair to the back deciding to braid it. It's a skill he learnt when he was growing up with his family and had to do his sisters hair. So doing your hair kinda reminds him of his sister. His heart pings when looking at you. You didn't ask for this.

Once you're done, Ten helps you walk to the shower door. He opens it up and you limp out. Jaehyun is leaning against the wall looking at the floor.

Seeing your limping figure and seeing you all dressed up in his clothes, he squats down and picks you up again tossing you over his shoulder and begins taking down the stairs again.

You feel much better after bathing, but still your body aches with the way Jaehyun holds your stomach against his shoulder. Upon getting away from the light house, your eyes make note of the darkness leading to the basement where you once where.

Upon Jaehyun getting back he spots Yuta and Jaemin. "Jaemin check on her. Give her medicine or put alcohol over her wounds, whatever she needs to get well."

"Well?" Yuta scrunches his eyebrows. "Are you crazy?"

"No I'm not." Jaehyun mumbles before moving bac to his seat on the corner and leaving the two looking down at you. Jaehyun put you back on the floor and now you're seated up right.

Taeyong slumps on his bed after a long day and night. He picks up his phone from the night stand and checks the time. 02h00 am. Looking at the wallpaper of you leaning close to his chest, his heart tightens. How many more tasks would he have to do to get back to you? He's been working extremely hard for Johnny, but yet Johnny still had his hands on you.

This evening was almost a breaking point for Taeyong, he was tasked to torture Chenle in the most vile ways to get information out of him on how to get his dad, Kun. But even though it was something he had to do, he didn't want to do it. Inside of him, seeing Chenle strapped up to a chair and looking fearful...only reminded him of you. Chenle was hot headed and refused to give up any information...that's until Taeyong was no longer lenient and actually began the torture. After stuffing a gag ball in Chenle's mouth, Taeyong felt the most heavy when striking his first blow across Chenle's face.

The first punch alone left Chenle with a bleeding eyebrow and forming bump. When Chenle looking horrendously scared turning back to Taeyong- he wasn't prepared for the way that Taeyong would unleash all his anger. Another hard strike against Chenle's face, almost punctured out Chenle's left eye and by now he was feeling scared. He couldn't even talk because of the gag ball- but that didn't stop Taeyong from swinging his fists and treating Chenle like a punching bag.

The strikes weren't only limited to his face, but to his abdomen as well. And when things got tough because Chenle still didn't want to realease information, Taeyong picked up a hammer. And with Chenle's hands being strapped as well Taeyong beat the hammer excruciatingly hard and stubbed Chenle of his pinky finger.

From screaming and yelling without being heard (due to the gag ball) and Chenle's whole face turning red with veins popping all over his forehead from how Taeyong beat him up and broke on his fingers one by one- Just made Taeyong feel regretful. He normally wouldn't feel remorse when doing his job. But yet, beating Chenle up only brought his mind to you. Who knows, maybe somewhere in the basement the same abuse was happening to you.

Taeyong sighs and shuts his screen off. He feels so bad for coming to visit you. If he hadn't visited you, then you wouldn't have been caught and this wouldn't have happened.

Meanwhile Johnny walks into his office with blood being covered on most of his suit as well as face. Taeyong was weak. Is what Johnny notes. While Johnny sat on the corner of the room and watched as Taeyong beat Chenle up this afternoon- it came to Johnny's awareness as how Taeyong was fighting Chenle. Although physically strong and he did a number on Chenle with a broken jaw, swollen eyes and busted nose, Johnny could still see right through Taeyong that his mind was elsewhere.

It's why after long dreadful hours he sent Taeyong to go and sleep- so that he himself could finish Chenle off.

And once Johnny started, he started by his typical standard way of chopping off one of Chenle's toes. Even though Chenle was ready to speak a long time ago while Taeyong was beating him up, Johnny wanted to make sure that Chenle wouldn't lie. So after cutting 3 out of 10 toes and breaking Chenle's arms- he confirmed what he wanted to know.

Switching on his tv, he watches you sleeping on the ground while Jaehyun sits on the corner of your room. After telling Jaehyun to look after you and make sure you're okay, he knows he did a good job. Because you don't look as shabby as you did before. You look proper and even clean. Leaning back on his seat, he lights up a cigarette looking out his high view window.

Taeyong was always his prized possession, and Johnny wanted to keep it that way forever.

So after getting the report back of your condition, Johnny decides to give you a few more days or even weeks of rest before he can allow Taeyong to see you.

And so it happens, as the days pass by and your condition slightly gets better with the help of Jaemin constantly checking up on you, Johnny makes sure to try and toughen Taeyong up- by getting him involved in other gang mafia activities that still needed to be done.

By the start of the third week, when Taeyong feels his heart becoming numb every second, when morning comes he makes his way to Johnny's office by routine, as if being summoned for the next mission. However for this week Taeyong is surprised with what Johnny tells him. "Your next mission is in the basement."

Feeling fearful of what Johnny has up his sleeves, Taeyong composes his emotions. It' been 2 weeks since he last saw you, and the last time he did see you, you were beaten up to a pulp and that was the only image he could remember.

But now following Johnny to the basement, Taeyong wonders what state he'll see you in.

And just to his dismay you're strapped on the chair. Although your attire has changed, the patches on your face reveal the type of pain you've been through. "Babe.." He can only whisper when he sees Yuta scouting around you.

"Tae-" Your eyes get watery and you begin whimpering while crying lightly. "Tae..." Is the only thing you can croak out while trying not to break down.

Taeyong's heart heaves in his chest when hearing and seeing how broken and scared you look. He swallows a lump down his throat, hoping that Johnny won't do anything that's maniac.

"You know that day, I figured something out." Johnny states while walking near to you. His hand touches your shoulder and jolt a little. "While you were beating Chenle up."

Johnny smirks when watching Taeyong's eyes snap up to his, just as he feels your shoulder stiffen. From what Jaehyun said, you were able to hear from your right ear while your left ear seemed damaged. Either way, you could hear him. And hearing that Taeyong beat Chenle, makes you peer into Taeyong's eyes. Surely, it wasn't the Chenle she knew. Surely it wasn't her brother.

"I saw the way he looked at you. And I saw the way you were hitting him." Johnny remarks. "It's true that you gave your all in beating him up. However it's fair to say, you didn't give your all because he was still alive."

Johnny mentions when letting go of your shoulders and he moves to Yuta.

"I made Jaehyun look after her while Yuta did a background check on her and while you were out there hunting for Quin Kun's head." Johnny chuckles. "And it got me thinking how it's exactly the same reason you run away. Whenever I put you on the mission to look for Kun's head, you come back with no results. I began wondering, why only for Kun's head do you struggle? You never struggled to get Doyoung's head. You never struggled to get even Jungwoo's head- and he was the fucking prime minister. You even got Jisung's head, and he was just a kid. I've trained you to be merciless all your life, and you've brought back great results. However when it comes to Kun, you struggle a lot. And I wondered why."

"Tae..." You whimper breathlessly.

Taeyong can't bring his eyes to you, as he can feel the tears already leaving your eyes. Johnny liking the reaction of Taeyong looking down to the ground while you cry, gets him to walk in front of you.

Johnny crouches down in front of you and taps your cheek. "I did a background check on you, and it seems you were adopted from a young age. To a wealthy Chinese family." Johnny smirks and gets back up looking to Taeyong. "I sent you, three years ago on the mission to kill Kun. And I remember how you came back empty handed saying you couldn't track Kun and that it wasn't him."

Taeyong inhales deeply getting his eyes to glare holes into Johnny's smug eyes.

"I dropped it and searched for another target. I mean, if we were gonna take over the Chinese business market we'd need to get rid of the most successful Chinese business man, which is Kun. And if Kun was undefeatable by my best pupil, by you Taeyong- then it meant we weren't strong enough. I put down Kun thinking that we needed to be stronger. And so I trained you and groomed you to be harder and stronger so that the next time we'd meet him, he'd be of no match. But no, I was wrong again. I sent you for the second time, you came back empty. I sent you for the third time, you came back empty. And what makes me laugh is that all your excuses made me think that Kun is some motherfucking top gang mafia in China. It was always the Kun mission that you kept failing. So when I got word that Kun moved to Kwangya City, I thought this was it. We can nail him when he's not on his home turf. I sent you again. And for the fifth time, you came back empty. That's when I knew something wasn't right."

You can't believe what your ear is hearing. Your eyes are watering and you're whimpering inside with your trembling lips. Taeyong lied to you.

"So when I caught your little bitch, I thought she was the reason why you've been slacking off." Johnny continues. "We brought her in, beat her up, in the hopes that you'd do your job. You managed to do your other activities and killing jobs successfully- but still, when it came to Kun, you couldn't kill him and I wondered why. Why my best elite man, couldn't kill some old Chinese guy. And why he also couldn't kill his son. I killed Chenle by myself since you couldn't do it. And after killing him, it dawned on me, perhaps I should send someone else to get the Kun job done."

That makes Taeyong's heart beat just as his eyes enlarge. "You didn't."

Johnny smirks. "I love pairing you and Jaehyun together on missions because I get twice the deadly combo I was looking for. Of course when you're separated you bring back results that make me proud of you two. But I thought to myself, if Taeyong can't get the job done, then maybe he's other half can."

"No..." You can't even hold yourself from wailing when just in time, Jaehyun walks in with one hand dragging a lanky body without a head, and on Jaehyun's other hand, he holds onto a clamped ball of black hair that's mixed with blood. A head that's dripping blood from it's cut neck. You instantly recognize the head and body. You recognized the body in the white suit instantly because the suit was a present you bought for your dad- and when seeing the head on Jaehyun's other hand your heart breaks when a grueling cry erupts from your lips. "DADDY!"

Hearing you cry rattles and destroys Taeyong in many devastating ways, but seeing Kun too dead and spilt from his body completely ruins and tears Taeyong down. He acts on impulse when his body lunges for Jaehyun and he balls a fist knocking Jaehyun straight to the ground dropping the bodies.

Jaehyun’s blood stains Taeyong’s knuckles dark red as Taeyong but doesn't stop there and keeps punching with extreme rage. Your cries are all that Taeyong can hear and he doesn't give Jaehyun a chance or even time to collect himself. Between him and Jaehyun- Taeyong was always the strongest and he made show to demonstrate his strength upon Jaehyun when using his fists to destroy.

Johnny watches nonchalantly while Yuta runs to Taeyong and joins to on the fight. Giving Jaehyun enough time to collect himself while Yuta distracts Taeyong- Jaehyun unleashes his anger over Taeyong. He tosses Taeyong from his waist all the way down to the concrete floors before getting ontop of him and starts pounding into Taeyong’s face over and over again. Taeyong tries to block out your cries but it's impossible as he sees you bleeding on the floor. He stops fighting completely, allowing Jaehyun to beat you up.

It's only because he sees Johnny kick your chair to the ground and press his foot over your head squeezing you by pressing you done. "If you're done I'd like to carry on my monologue." Johnny boredly speaks.

Jaehyun fuming in rage helps Yuta up as they both get away from a puffed and bruised up Taeyong.

Your eyes are sad just as your face turns red from all the pain that Johnny emits onto you by crashing your head. Taeyong tries to see from his one good eye but it's equally just as bad. Johnny speaks. "I was thinking what could be your punishment. And seeing that hurting her makes you weak, I thought of something better. And what can be better then cutting you loose? I've decided to let you go. Of course you can always come back if you want and find that out there isn't good for you without her, but regardless I'm letting you go. Take any car you want, heck I'm even giving you permission to take my cars if you'd like. And you can even have your girlfriend back. I'm not gonna chase her, you can have her back. There's no catch. Just a clock ticking. One hour I want you out and gone."

Johnny puts his hand in his pocket and tosses it in the air to Yuta. "Get him any car he wants. Jaehyun I want you to place the bodies of Kun and Chenle in which ever car he picks, let them bury the family, it' only fair. And Taeyong, get cleaned up from Jaemin, you can take your pathetic crying girlfriend as well." Johnny removes his foot against the side of her face and struts out of the basement before moving back. "Oh, and you can take her to her fathers house, her house is destroyed. In his will her father was sweet enought to leave everything in her name."

Just as Yuta and Jaehyun follow after their boss, Taeyong struggles to get up before limping over to you. You're crying and sobbing profusely and you look so small curled on the floor. Your legs are bloody and your clothes are tattered, your hair is messy and tangled and covered in dust from the ceiling. You don't seem to notice Taeyong and he's afraid to approach you but he knows that he has to get you somewhere safe. Even if he's weak, he forces himself to carry you bridal style as he limps out of the basement to Jaemin.

Jaemin doesn't ask questions and patches your bleeding head and puts a number of bandages around Taeyong.

"How long did they give you?" Jaemin mumbles.

"An hour."

"Will you be okay?"

Taeyong doesn't even know what to say or respond when looking at you as you're curled up again with your eyes closed as you silently cry. Taeyong whispers back. "My punishment is watching her suffer while being around her. He knows I'm helpless because of what I've done. I'm just hoping she'll forgive me.

And so when Taeyong picks out a car, and Jaehyun is done depositing the bodies of your family in the boot Taeyong begins driving. The car is silent with the both of you staring ahead in deep thought. Taeyong doesn't know what to say to break the ice and you don't even want to speak to him. It's only when he pulls up your father's mansion do you begins to sob out. It hurts Taeyong, and he when cautiously puts his hand on you - you slap it away and get out the car. Your cry worsens when you open the boot and see the bloody plastic in which your brother and father are. You try to bring them out of the boot by yourself- but when you see Taeyong helping you bring the plastic out your tears halt.

"I'm sorry babe-"

"Don't you ever call me babe." You snap your head around. You're both beaten and look busted- but it's you that's more heartbroken. Taeyong feels like throwing up and his eyes water when your own eyes don't stop imploring. "You hurt me, Taeyong. And I hate you. I hate you! For doing this. For forcing me to watch this every day!" You scream at him and throw his car keys at him. Taeyong catches them with trembling hands and looks around for you. "I won't forgive you. You're the reason why my father is gone. Why my family is dead! Why Chenle is dead. If it weren't for you, then none of this would have happened." You stumble back being too weak to keep your eyes open as you wail out. "You knew this would happen but still-"

Taeyong's eyes are watery when he holds onto your arms. "Babe I'm sorry- I really am- I…"

"Don't touch me Taeyong." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you try to get away from him not having the strength to look at him. But Taeyong still comes close as he tries to explain to you. "You couldn't even protect me, you allowed them to kill my family- and you get close to me by lying- you just wanted to kill my father- I hate you! Get away from me-" you implore pushing him back by his shoulders roughly.

"At first it was just orders," Taeyong can hear his own heart breaking when you keep refusing his touch and you don't want to look at him. "But three years ago I fell in love with you, and didn't wanna do it anymore. I love-"

"I hate you-"

"Everything changed when I realized just how much you mean to me. I fell in love with your world, the peace, your serenity, I fell…baby I fell in love with you-" Taeyong tries to get close again while looking into your eyes even though you shake your head and try to get away from him. "Babe I fell for you-"

"I trusted you-"

"Trust me now baby please-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" You break. You can't help but look at him in disgust, sadness and anger all at once. You can't believe that this was once your whole world, you used to look at him with such love because your whole heart wanted him. But now, his whole features disgust you. "Don't you ever, ever come near me again. Get out of my life Taeyong and go back to that hell."

"Babe please-"

"GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY LIFE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" Your wailing and screeching hit Taeyong where it hurts. He backs off and looks at you with sadness, hurt and despair. "I can't stand you anymore. Get out of here. Please."

He nods his head, walks away from the car, tears streaming down his face and leaving you in front the plastic bag of the dead bodies of your father and brother. From the rearview mirror Taeyong watches you kneel down on the ground as you slowly reach into the body bag and grab one of the two heads and put it on your knee while wiping away the blood. Taeyong hits the wheel in anger- but it's in his anger when he realizes Johnny's plan.

Johnny said: "Of course you can always come back if you want and find that out there isn't good for you without her," Back then Taeyong didn't understand- but after his car is several of yards away his eyes widen. They're gonna kill you. Even though Johnny said there's no catch, he knew better then to believe it when Jaehyun wasn't anywhere near when you left. He stops the car and abruptly gets out running back to you.

And just as he gets in sight of the mansion which once belonged to Kun, he sees you struggling and wrestling with Jaehyun who looks like he came out from the plastic bag. In a quick movement, Jaehyun brings out a gun-

"NO!" Taeyong shouts.

It's in moments like these when he realizes that a gangster love isn't so sweet. He loved you for so long and thought that you'd be able to make it far with him. But he failed to protect you or your family, and even though knowing that loving you would kill him, he still drew closer to you. And now he regrets his decisions. When Jaehyun pulls the trigger and a loud blasting sound is heard, and your head sprouts out blood- Taeyong feels his whole heart shatter and splitting into two

News:

"Another night in hell city as criminal activities continue to manifest. With cases and reports being filled day, night and regularly by the hour, as drug exporters, mob executioners and many more corrupt the streets. Legal advisors of Kwangya inform and advice fellow citizens to keep off the streets and stay indoors.” Renjun reads the script stationed on the screen before looking down and reading the next point. "Unfortunately, our very own representative Kun, and former anchor woman Y/n, were killed and found last night in the dumps."

Renjun can't even begin to express his troubled heart. Two weeks ago they heard you were kidnapped, and then just last week someone reported seeing you, and just before a search party could be sent out, they heard the devastating news.

Renjun shakes his head in disbelief turning his gaze off the camera to glance at at his sheet of papers. He had to be professional and couldn't even shed a tear on camera. So he huffs up and continues.

"According to reports made by various sources, the people of Kwangya should be extremely careful or they might be victims in uncalled-for events. That's what it is, uncalled-for and dangerous acts. Following Y/n's suspicion, police have a led on who they think the killer, or mafia member might be. He goes by the name of Lee Taeyong. And his activities line up to the crimes being investigated. After the break we'll report live from Kwangya streets to hear what locals and shop owners have to say about the disturbance of the neighboring city. It is now 19:30 and you're watching Channel 5 news."

Taeyong stands outside of the tv station new building and sees all the flowers as well as candles lit up for everyone favorite anchor woman. He bends down and his lips tremble. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. But I will avenge you, and your father, and brother."

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Whumptober day 6: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms / Healed Wrong

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Inspired by @brucewaynehater101’s Wingless Wing AU | Chapter 2 of 3 | chapter 1 | chapter 3 coming soon

TW: beginnings of a panic attack, phantom pain, chronic pain, mentioned mutilation and organ trafficking, implied child abuse

Ngl I think I’m pushing it a little with this prompt, but I did my best to fit it in with the plot I have in mind. I actually didn’t add the unhealthy coping mechanisms on purpose, I realised it fit as I uploaded this.

Honestly I think I went a bit far with the hybrid instincts and chirping stuff, but I really liked exploring what the in-world relations between different hybrids might look like, and I’m happy enough with this. Though, if I had the time and energy I might’ve edited the ending to be less awkward…

Tim paced while Jason looked around. The Nest looked surprisingly lived in, at least the area they were in: a cozy living room with a half-made pillow fort in the floor, like a 1970’s conversation pit owned by someone with an affinity for soft things. It reminded Jason of the other nest, the one he’s been in before, that was an actual nest.

He ‘busied’ himself with staring at the TV and subsequent collection of games and DVDs. He wanted Tim to talk but also didn’t want to rush him. How was he supposed to start a conversation like this? It was hard to think conversation starters with the memories replaying in the back of his mind. They were one’s he’d really rather avoid thinking about. One of them, he almost couldn’t wait for Tim to disprove.

Jason accepted he couldn’t take any more around the five minute mark, and cleared his throat pointedly. Tim winced and faltered in his back-and-forth pacing.

Tim swallowed. He was pale and shaking. “Um.”

“You… know, the owner of the wings,” Jason prompted softly, hoping ‘know’ was more accurate than ‘are’.

Tim ducked his head. His fists squeezed a few times, before he quietly whispered the last thing Jason wanted to hear: “They’re mine.”

“No.” He was wrong. He had to be wrong. He couldn’t—Tim was a human, he didn’t even have dormant blood, he was as regular as they come. He certainly wasn’t a flier like the rest of them—he didn’t lose his wings, he never had any! “You’re not—they��re not—no, that’s wrong.”

…Right?

Jason didn’t notice when his legs buckled, but he felt the carpet impacting his knees, and felt his wings hit the floor like dead weight. He could still feel them against his back, flexing below his shoulders, feathers flaring, shivering, but he could’ve sworn he was watching Joker examine them with a twisted smile and a satisfied gleam in his eye. Lifting up one limb and then the other, spreading one manually as blood waterfalled onto the ground, before handing it off to a henchman so he could use them to send Batman a message.

He could hear him laughing as he carved away muscles and feathers, hacking at bone; “It’s not the first time I’ve grounded a flier, but I can admit it’s just as satisfying the second time around. Maybe more!”

Jason shuddered all over. He was going to vomit. He was—he was going to cut off Joker’s legs, and fingers, too, see how he enjoyed being on the receiving end because he deserved it for cutting off Jason’s wings but removing Tim’s too?

Suddenly all the short, longing glances he remembered catching glimpses of when he took to the skies made sense. The odd look of fascination and envy when he explained the Pit grew back his wings somehow. His insistence on styling his new gliders after dragons—because he was one.

If Tim did have wings—how long ago were they taken? How could he survive with the pain? How had he ever worked up the physical strength to swing on grapple lines? Did Bruce know? Dick? His parents?

“How can you even stand?” Jason demanded hoarsely, and noticed for the first time Tim was a whole lot closer than he last remembered. He was crouching in front of him, posture small and non-threatening but his eyes blazing with… something. Jason didn’t recognise that emotion.

Tim’s face flickered to a grimace. “I’ve had a long time to practice.”

Jason’s hyperventilating got worse. He hadn’t even noticed he was struggling to breathe. “How long?”

Tim pressed his lips together.

“How long have you been dealing with this alone?”

Something in his gaze shifted. Like he was surprised, almost. “I… Young Justice helps. But I’ve—they’ve been missing since before I was Robin.”

Tim became Robin when he was thirteen.

“What the fuck,” Jason managed, then choked on his next breath.

Tim reached out and placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder. He understood, now, why he flinched when Jason tried to do the same earlier. There were so many muscles and bones connected to the wings, to have them all hacked off…

Jason whined a low, mournful coo, a whisper of I’m-so-sorry and I-can’t-imagine and I-want-to-make-it-better. He leaned into Tim and he adjusted easily, arms curling tightly around him. Jason wrapped his arms around his lower back and moved to hug with his wings as well, only to freeze. If his wings were cut off any sort of pressure there…

Tim huffed and pressed a hand against Jason’s wing, lightly, gently tugging it closer. “You can touch my back. I’m… better, at that stuff, now. Young Justice helped.”

Jason licked his lips and tried to steady his breathing. “Does it hurt?”

Tim stayed silent. That was telling enough.

Jason pulled back his wings. Tim sighed. “It always hurts,” he said, aggrieved. “Light pressure doesn’t make it worse anymore. It even helps, sometimes.” He sighed again, then started getting to his feet, gently tugging Jason along. “Come on. I’m not having this conversation without hot chocolate.”

To his immense surprise, Tim half-guided-half-dragged him toward the nest-adjacent conversation pit. Did dragon hybrids make nests? Jason’s pretty sure they did. He hesitated at the edge of the sunken arrangement of pillows and blankets and cushions, eyeing it—he had a feeling this nest wasn’t exactly communal.

Tim eyed him. He stayed on the outside edge of the nest. “You can come in. Unless you’d rather chill on the floor?”

Declining a direct invitation into someone’s nest was practically sacrilegious.

Jason slid inside, a wing spreading automatically as he slid down the cushioned sides. He landed half on top of a giant pillow and a fluffy black blanket and immediately froze. Jason… had very little experience being invited into private nests. He really hoped he hadn’t already shifted something important, or stepped in the wrong place. He looked to Tim to gauge his reaction.

His expression was complicated. Tired, mostly, from the nature of this interaction, but also quietly pleased in an anxious way. “You okay if I go make drinks?” he asked softly.

Jason hesitated, then nodded jerkily. His limbs were too large and his wings were in the way—and aching—and his breath was still fast, and he was half convinced he’d spiral into a full blown panic attack if Tim was gone for more than five minutes. But it didn’t take kettles that long to boil, right? Not when you were rich, certainly.

He just hoped he was making it from powder, and not with milk and chocolate over the stove the way Alfred did.

Tim nodded. “Yell if you need me.” Then he slid out of his crouch, and now that he was looking for it Jason could see the subtle movement his shoulders did, like wings trying to counterbalance the shifting of weight, and the almost unnoticeable stumble once he was on his feet. He left the room without looking back, and there wasn’t anything noticeably odd about his gait. Maybe a stiffness in his shoulders. Huh, now his tendency to borrow/steal shirts from people bigger than him made even more sense.

Jason wondered if he was using one of those fabled enchanted objects to disguise himself—if he had wings he almost certainly had a tail, too. And dragons usually had hollow bones; unless he’d managed to convince them to keep quiet, Leslie and Bruce and Alfred would know the first time he broke a bone, or did a blood test. Either way they almost certainly knew, they’d have seen the scars the second Tim got a back injury. Unless the enchantments hid scars too?

It was a nice nest. Carefully arranged, but in an organic way, like things had been shifted over time by people finding the comfiest spots. There were shirts from Dick and Bruce and Steph, all of them, and some that were probably from his Titan’s team, arranged in a seemingly random but carefully chosen pattern. A lot of the blankets were fluffy, but none of the pillows. There was a weighted blanket draped over the far edge. Jason folded his wings and tried to find a comfortable position without moving much. Then he remembered he was still wearing shoes, and hurriedly took them off, placing them on the floor outside the nest. At least he’d already changed into civvies.

It was a struggle to stop himself from counting the seconds. He tracked his breath instead, going through the breathing exercises Bruce taught him, not even summoning much annoyance when he realised where he learned them. They helped him feel less lightheaded. His wings still shook lightly, stayed puffed up in agitation. He let himself lean into the pillow, even press his face into the fluffy blanket for a second, enjoying the texture. If he wasn’t careful he could fall asleep like this.

Tim came back less than five minutes later, thankfully, and carried with him two mugs of hot chocolate. They weren’t quite full to the brim. Jason accepted his, leaning up so Tim didn’t have to bend as far, arranged his wings so any spills would land on them rather than the nest, and gently blew on it before taking a sip. It was nice, that perfect level of warmth that made him unable to take more than a sip at a time, with notes of cinnamon and maybe cloves, and the perfect amount of sweetness. How’d he know he liked his hot chocolates with cinnamon?

Tim set his own drink on the ground before toeing off his shoes and sliding into his nest, about a cushion’s length away. He took a slow sip, eyes closing, before leaning his head back and sighing. He opened one eye and stared at Jason. “So. What do you want to know?”

A lot. So much. Everything.

“Who else knows?”

Tim’s lips twitched. “Cass, Kon, Bart, Cassie, Greta, Cissie and Anita. And my parents knew, obviously. And the person that removed them.”

Jason took another sip to fight how dry his throat felt. “How’d you hide it from Bruce? Or Leslie?”

Tim took another sip. He reached for his neck and slipped a short necklace out from beneath his shirt, the one he always wore, even on patrol: thin gold chain and looping, golden pendant with a ruby and two tiny pink diamonds, which Jason always thought looked like eyes. It felt obvious in retrospect. “I think you’ve heard about these?”

“Ah.” Jason abruptly remembered all the times he got too talky, usually when tired or distracted, and rambled to the others, including Tim, of all the cool things about dragon hybrids. He’d been rambling about dragons to a dragon. Is this how fans feel after embarrassing themselves in front of their celebrity idol?

“It’s an illusion, then?” Jason said, taking another sip like that would hide the blush trying to creep up his cheeks.

“Hm, not really. It’s basically shapeshifting. All my dragon features only show up in one form, can only be seen or felt when I’m not wearing this. When I’m injured I can’t do it, I’m stuck in whatever form I was injured in. Scars carry over, and hair growth and aging and all that.”

Jason nodded slowly. “You—you still have the scars on your back, then…?”

Tim grimaced. “Yep. And the chronic pain, for some reason that always carries over. I’m just glad it doesn’t count as an injury.”

It was a struggle not to stare at his back. “How’d you hide them from Bruce?”

His wince deepened. “Did my best not to get injured on my back, and when I did, I hid it. Sometimes I’d have to put on a mask and pay a nurse to do stitches under the counter. Cass clocked me pretty quickly, she helped with injuries once we chatted about it. And once Young Justice learned I started going to them, too.”

Jason nodded slowly and tried not to feel horrified. He took another slow sip of his drink. He just—he just hid it? Bruce was literally called the world’s greatest detective, surely it was much harder and complicated than Tim made it seem, or he had to have seen something.

“And Bruce just—didn’t notice?” Jason asked, letting his incredulity seep into his voice.

Tim’s expression was wry and somewhat pained. “He was grieving you, Jay. I forced him to make me Robin. He hated me for months, he barely noticed when I broke bones half the time.”

Jason… would be bringing that up again later. Maybe with Bruce, to yell at him, because what the fuck? Seriously? If Tim was trying to ease his anxiety he had a very skewed perception of the world. “…Alfred?”

“He patched me up.” Tim shrugged. Jason wondered how much it hurt. “But like I said, I avoided injuring my back, and when I did get injured I hid it. Unless it’s an area he can treat without seeing the scars, or taking off my shirt, I would say I wasn’t injured. I just hid it.”

“‘Just hid it’? You just hid all your back injuries.”

“Yup.”

“From the world’s greatest detective and a war veteran butler.”

“Yup.”

Jason’s brows pinched in worry, in sympathy and concern. “Your pain tolerance must be through the roof, even more than mine.”

Tim inclined his head and averted his eyes. “Probably.” He took a somewhat surreptitious sip of his chocolate.

Jason took a sip too. It really was delicious. “…Can dragons actually see in the dark?”

Tim grinned. “A lot of us, yes. And we’re fireproof, too.”

Jason tried not to perk up or be too visibly excited. “Really?”

“Yup. Only in my dragon form, though, like this I’m just as flammable as you.”

“Can lead burn you?”

Tim’s expression went purposefully still. “Yes. In my dragon form. That’s what my wings were cut off with.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“That too, but mostly I’m sorry I didn’t cut off Joker’s legs when I first had the chance.”

Tim froze, mug halfway to his lips. His eyes bore into Jason’s soul. “…How’d you know it was the Joker?”

Jason winced, looking down at his lap. He had to rest his drink against his wings in fear of spilling any from how hard he was shaking. “You just confirmed it. He… when he did it to mine, he made a comment about this being his second time. I always kind of figured he’d been responsible for severing the dragon wings.”

He heard Tim sigh, then the tiny noise of him setting his mug against the carpet floor.

They stayed silent for a long moment, grief palpable in the air.

“Are… are they still in good shape? Do you know?”

Jason looked up, and tried not to notice how close to tears Tim looked. “Yes. Almost a dozen of my men are tasked with keeping track of them. Um. Actually, there’s an auction for them tomorrow.”

Tim’s head snapped towards him. “What?”

“Someone from the Court of Owls has had them for the last seven or so months, they’re setting up an auction tomorrow night with half the crime lords in Gotham. Even some dudes from Blüdhaven are invited.”

Tim’s whole body started shaking.

Jason swallowed. “Is. Is the myth of dragons reattaching their wings real?”

Tim blinked back to the present, and hesitated, grimacing. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen it happen. Neither has my mother, but she was adamant it happened to her father. They’ve found loads of carvings telling stories of wings being returned after dismemberment. They were… very attached to the idea of finding mine. For the last year or so before mom’s death, hope seriously dwindled, and dad only brought it up twice after he woke up.”

Jason felt his irritation at the Drake’s swell.

Huh. He just realised how on the nose their last name was. That had to be on purpose.

“I.” Tim hesitated, then steeled himself. “I don’t know how much of it was phantom sensations—“ oh god, phantom pain, Jason hadn’t even considered that—“but sometimes I can swear I feel them pulling me somewhere. I… haven’t felt it in a while.”

Jason saw the anxiety seeping into his expression. “They’re both in one piece, I can assure you. I have some of my best men keeping track of them, if there was any hint of an idea of a plan to destroy or alter them, I’d know, and I would’ve stolen them immediately.”

“Why are you so attached to them? You didn’t even know they were mine half an hour ago.”

“I know what it feels like to have them taken away. Sort of, at least. I’ve always had respect for dragon hybrids. I wanted to give them a proper funeral, and. They hadn’t properly surfaced yet, but there were rumours about them when I first set up shop as Red Hood. They were described as belonging to a kid.”

Tim closed his eyes and visibly took a moment to steady himself. Jason let him, remembered his hot chocolate, and took a long drink. Not quite as warm as he’d want anymore.

Tim bowed his head. “I want to get them back.”

“So do I.”

“Even if reattaching them doesn’t work.”

“Okay. We can do that. Or maybe I can do that. I could go in as Red Hood, claim I wanted to take a look at them and see what all the fuss was about, and either before the auction or before they’re sent off I can steal them.”

Tim opened his eyes. “You’ll need backup.”

“I can call in Roy. Or Huntress, she owes me a favour.”

Tim bit his lip. “I probably won’t be in any condition to help.”

“That’s not true, you can be my tech support.”

“Oracle will want to know what we’re doing.”

“We’ll call it reconnaissance.”

A tense, but not wholly unpleasant silence followed, both of them sipping from their drinks.

“Can I stay over for the night?” Jason asked at last. It was about 3 AM when he swung by the cave. He was feeling the aches and pains from patrol now, of both bruises and excursion. He became annoyingly aware of how heavy his eyelids were.

“Sure.” Tim finished off the last of his drink, then blinked at the ceiling like he’d downed a shot rather than hot chocolate. “Do you want to sleep in here?”

“If you’re okay with that, then yes.” It was a very comfortable nest.

Tim nodded.

“Um. Do you have a tail?” Jason asked, after being unable to think up a decent segue. He really wanted to know, okay?

Tim grinned almost wistfully. “Yes. And horns, too.”

Jason exhaled and tried to imagine what that would look like. Would his tail be red and iridescent like the wings? How long was it? Did he have scales anywhere else? What colour were his horns? Did his eyes change? His hair? His teeth? Were his bones hollow in that form?

Tim huffed a laugh. “Your face looks ridiculous right now.”

Jason scrunched up his nose. “Sorry.”

Tim shook his head. “No, no, you’re alright, I’d be curious too.” He put down his mug and reached for his necklace.

Jason startled. “Wait, you don’t have to—“

Tim beat him to the punch. Even before he set it down, as soon as he opened the necklace’s clasp there was something different about him, an afterimage like the leftovers of a light show or the wavering air caused by heat. Then the necklace left his fingers, pooling against the edge of the floor, and all of a sudden he could actually see the differences, and oh boy was he different.

Tim’s nails were sharper and tinted purple, his ears were pointed, his grin showed off fangs, his eyes had slit pupils and were an unnatural, startling blue like the sky was a metal someone had melted white-hot and trapped inside his irises. There were grey horns protruding from either side of his head, near his temples, several inches long with ends almost pointing to the sky. And. There was now a tail curled around him, tip settled in his lap. Between four and five feet long. Small spikes or ridges following his spine. Dark red, crimson, the largest of the scales smaller than the nail of his pinkie, with purple undertones and a subtle, shimmering golden iridescence.

Jason gaped. It took until Tim hunched forward his shoulders for him to notice his expression was now one of pain. “Tim?”

Tim let out a low sound, inhuman, one of pain and fear and sorrow. But instead of his instincts flaring with protectiveness like he expected, Jason felt his entire nervous system light up in FEAR-DANGER-THREAT-PREDATOR-RUN-FLEE-RUN-AWAY.

Jason had already scrambled almost to the other side of the nest before he noticed he was moving. His wings were shaking too much to fly, but all his instincts screamed DANGER! DANGER! RUN FLY HIDE GET AWAY!! It took every ounce of willpower he had not to bolt for the door. He managed to root himself in place, shivering, wings doing their best imitation of puffballs, but couldn’t even contemplate moving closer.

Tim’s head was facing the floor, hands pressing into the cushions either side of him, hair curtaining his face. His shoulders were hunched and quivering. His tail flexed and shifted. His frame shuddered violently.

Jason’s mind ached with concern, while the rest of him yelled RUN NOW GET OUT WHILE HE’S DISTRACTED. He managed to spare a bit of worry for his hot chocolate. He was almost done, but he’d dropped it in his mad dash. Had he stained his brother’s nest?

Tim let out another low sound, this one much more familiar and less predator. A call for family-flock-brother-concern-where?

Jason had to swallow twice before mustering up the courage for an answering call. He tried to go for brother’s-here-safety-will-protect, but it came out more like fear-desperation-please-don’t-eat-me?

Tim paused, then looked up, and as soon as he caught sight of Jason his pupils thinned and the spines on his tail sat up, and his mouth dropped open with lips bared to show off his teeth in a distinctly threatening and hungry way, all of it making Jason yelp and dart another few feet away, pressing into the nest’s walls. But then Tim’s brow furrowed in both confusion and concern. He closed his mouth and curled the tip of his tail around his leg. He made a quiet rumble of safety-family-safe-no-harm-will-come.

It only minutely lessened Jason’s physical fear. Logically, he knew Tim wasn’t purposefully threatening him. Logically, he knew if either of them should be afraid of the other, Tim should be fearing him. Logically, he knew it was an evolutionary response, to what he perceived as a predator and what Tim perceived as prey. Unfortunately his body was not nearly as logical as the rest of him.

Jason managed to squeak out a hesitant, shaky call of mercy?

Tim’s answering call wasn’t quite like anything he’s heard before. It wasn’t much deeper than Tim’s normal voice but it felt like it was, like it took up the whole room. It rolled off his tongue smoothly and almost like a song, but Tim hesitated before making the sounds, mouth forming the vowels before speaking them. It was… almost scratchy? Definitely not the sounds of a bird hybrid, but kind of adjacent. To Jason’s brain it sounded nice, to his body it sounded like a predator. And to think he was usually the threat in equations like this.

It took Jason a second or two to parse what the warbling call meant, but he’s pretty sure it was mercy-mercy-safety-protection-no-threats-not-with-me.

Some of Jason’s tenseness left, but he still wasn’t able to do anything more than lean forward. Tim let out another call: safety-protection-promise-no-threat-no-danger-you-are-safe-with-me.

Finally, that was enough for Jason’s hindbrain to give him a chance. He scooted forward maybe a foot or so, movements jerky and tense. He tried to move further but his body would pull back at the last second.

Another call: please-I-promise-safety-I-will-protect-you-if-you-let-me.

Jason moved forward a cushion and a half, slowing down the closer he got, finally stopping with a whine of please-mercy-are-you-certain-no-harm?

Tim’s answering rumble was distinctly protective. It screamed there-are-no-threats-with-me-around, I-will-never-hurt-you, I-trust-you-in-return. Jason shuddered and some of his tenseness lessened. Tim quietly chirped, may-I-approach?

Jason squeaked. He was not proud of the sound, but he managed to twist it into something affirmative. His eyes snapped shut when Tim started moving, entire body tensing for the attack he knew wasn’t going to come.

He felt the pillows in front of him dip with weight, then a tail was wrapping around his waist and arms were curling around his shoulders. He whimpered instinctively at feeling a threat so close to his weakest point, head ducking as if to protect his neck, but then he heard—felt—a coo-ing rumble nearby and Tim curled all around him, a little strangely, accomodating for wings that weren’t there. The rumble-hum wasn’t quite a purr and wasn’t quite a growl. It felt like a promise of safety, of protection and warmth and love, but a lot of Jason’s instincts were still screaming THREAT!!

Slowly, the contact combined with the noise calmed him down a bit. Enough that he was able to force himself into relaxing, that he allowed Tim to gently manhandle him onto his side, let a soft, warm blanket be pulled over them both. Tim always had at least one arm around his middle, and his tail stayed in contact with him the entire time. It was strangely comforting. A nice weight, grounding.

Then Tim started lying down beside him only to jerk away and let out a bark of pain! the second his shoulder met the pillows.

Jason frowned. It was still a little hard to think with his instincts so in his face. He saw no reason for pain. He forced out a small coo of threat?

Tim started up the rumble sound again, conveying no-threat-only-safety-we-are-safe-this-pain-cannot-be-helped.

Jason let out a questioning noise. Tim kept up his reassuring purr, but when he finally lay down for real it became strained, laced with barely hidden pain-sorrow-fear-agony.

Jason made a confused distressed noise. He mentioned earlier… phantom pain? Shit.

Tim kept laying on his reassurances of no-threat-no-pain-I-will-stay-I-will-stay.

Jason had to swallow a couple times before he managed to make a chirp of I’m-sorry-you’re-hurt-how-can-I-make-it-better?

The purring paused. Tim’s grip on him tightened, punctuated by a low hum of you-can’t-I’m-sorry-thank-you.

Jason tentatively laid a wing, still half puffed in agitation, over Tim’s side. Tim tensed for a split second before leaning into him, mumbling thank-you-appreciation.

Jason relaxed a bit more. He made a coo of warmth-safety-sleep-no-pain rumble through his throat. Tim’s answering purr matched the sentiment.

Jason became abruptly very aware of how many cushions and pillows they were lying on and how soft the blanket over them was, how warm and soft and tired he felt, and promptly passed out.

#whumptober 2024 #no.6 #unhealthy coping mechanisms #healed wrong #red robin #fan fiction #red hood #jason todd #tim drake #dc comics #batman fanfiction #batman fanfic #dc fanfic #my writing #dual post

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 months ago

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SWORDTEMBER '24, DAY 7: FLOW

{Late because I got a terrible migraine out of the blue yesterday. Very happy with this one, and it references not only one of my main OCs, but the overarching plot of one of my original stories. Please enjoy!} -----

Item ID: 6O-2407 Item Name: Timekeeper’s Cutlass Category: ERROR://CLASSIFICATION INVALID://MANUAL USER INPUT: ARTIFACT Origin Point: Time Immemorial, Voided Owner: ■■■ ■■■■■■■■ (C), Triampheus ■■■■■■■■ (O) Description: A blade of a traditional Earthen design, reminiscent of the age of pirates. Approximately ■■ cm length, with a ■■ cm handle, ■■ cm at the widest point. Samples taken from the blade, hilt, and the guard overloaded the analysis unit. Scans were inconclusive upon repeated testing. Visual assessment indicates the item is most likely made from seaglass and driftwood. In place of a central fuller, there is a hollow middle filled with grains of sand, endlessly shifting from one end to the other, chased by a slow moving strand of water. An hourglass is carved into the bottom of the hilt. If alone with the item, one will hear the sound of rushing water (this sound is not picked up by any recording devices). Touching the item with bare skin induces hallucinations based on whoever previously touched it, regardless of whether or not one has met the previous individual. Cataloger’s Notes: I’m not bothering with any pretenses today. Truth of the matter is that we never should have gotten hold of this, I want nothing to do with it, and nobody is ever going to read this file other than myself (and even then, it will only be as a reminder to myself). As soon as I’m done recording these notes, this item is getting handed off to people far more qualified than myself. Every other record of this item will be wiped from FPA systems, even the backup servers. Nobody needs to know we had our hands on an artifact of this importance… nor do they need to know we unwittingly used it. May the Ancients forgive my sins, and the sins of my partner. We did not know. ERROR://FILE NOT UPLOADED TO PRIMARY SERVER://ERROR://PLEASE SYNC LOCAL FILES WITH CLOUD://ERROR://FILE SYNC CANCELED BY USER C.DELA://

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Cynthia should have known better. By now, she’s catalogued over a thousand items in the span of a decade, from weapons to ancient art, from contraband pharmaceuticals to exotic pets. On three occasions she has encountered items known as artifacts: Relics, both old and new, infused with terrible power. Each one has only briefly been held by the FPA, before being swiftly taken to those with higher authority. But even a minute in the presence of an artifact can change one’s life.

The Timekeeper’s Cutlass is not as obvious of an artifact as most. Whoever tried to mail it must not have known what it was, and those who handled it in between must have worn gloves. As soon as Cynthia was alone with the item, she felt its power, and heard the sea-song in the air. She knew, then, what thing lay on her desk. It was the first time she had ever been this close to an artifact, and her heart raced at the prospect of cataloging such a find. Who could blame her?

She did not forsake her duties, did not set out to play with it. Immediately, she made the proper phone calls, arranged the item’s retrieval first. Only then did she set out to log the details, knowing sooner or later Naomi would be stopping by to take her out for dinner. That was her excuse, maybe, that she’d only work until being interrupted. A foolish thought.

Artifacts set the time of all who touch them.

It only takes a single touch of her bare skin against the seaglass to “activate” the item. An accidental brush of her wrist against the material, a microsecond of contact, and Cynthia is no longer in her office. Now she is falling, falling, flying until she is in another body entirely, seeing through another’s eyes. Feeling what they feel. Voices whisper in her ears, overlapping until one word becomes clear: Triampheus. A Goddess, for one, but a common enough name among worshippers. Once the voices cut off, suddenly, Cynthia is free to witness glimpses into the life of another.

There is war. Long did it brew, across countless planets, at last stirred up by the atrocities of a few madmen. Flashes of combat, of death, a mentor laid to rest when a truce is broken. Rage. Sorrow. Desperation in the hearts of the viewpoint. It has to end. They will end it. Threats are made, are ignored, a display of power is taken too far. An entire planet held between their hands. One last warning, time for innocents to evacuate. Finally they are taken seriously.

But their control is not strong enough. They never wanted it to end this way. Blood from their eyes, their nose, their ears. Too much power- a Goddess channeled in mortal flesh. Either they break or the planet does, there is no letting go. The choice is made for them… and an entire world collapses in on itself. There is no more war, not anymore.

There is only a manhunt.

“Cynthia, please, please wake up,” Naomi’s voice cuts through the end of the vision, breaks away from what might be the future, draws her back into her body. Instantly she’s all but throwing herself into her girlfriend’s arms, pressing her face against Naomi’s neck and sobbing. There are no words to describe what she has seen.

“Don’t- don’t touch the sword,” Cynthia chokes out between sobs. For a moment there’s no sound other than her crying, Naomi going stiff. Was it too early in their relationship for this level of intensity? A few months was hardly enough time for Naomi to grow accustomed to the sort of things Cynthia has to inspect, but surely- her anxious thoughts are cut off by a gentle kiss to the forehead.

“I… I touched it. And I think- I hope- that we didn’t see the same thing. Because I… I really liked what I saw,” Naomi admits, in a reassuring whisper. One hand rubs gentle circles into Cynthia’s back as they sit together, and soon enough the crying slows, then stops. Finally, the archivist pulls back just far enough to look up with questioning eyes. Her curiosity overwhelms. “Telling you what I saw… I’m worried that it might change things. If… if that is the future. So, please, let me say no more than that there will be boundless joy. You will be safe, and happy, and you won’t be alone.”

Nothing could fully soothe Cynthia, not yet, but the words bring her a sense of hope. She may have dreamed of a stranger’s war, but Naomi had dreamed of the life that would come after. A life that would be shared with her.

#we'll see if I still have time to do today's prompt as well #rbswordtember #swordtember #swordtember 2024

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joltai-showa · 13 days ago

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just been swamped with stuff irl + whenever I get a free day, i end up sleeping through half of it lmao, but anyway, chapter 7 FQTP is proceeding as planned

i've been thinking what I wanted to post about and decided on Deidara's kinjutsu because why not

i've seen some certain misconceptions about it, so let's do something of a master post regarding it, Deidara and Deidara's abilities that aren't actually connected with the kinjustu

before diving deeper - kinjutsu translates to forbidden jutsu, and is not to be mistaken with kenjutsu - which is everything connected with shinobi doing stuff with swords. to put it simply, Kisame is a master in kenjutsu and he is in no capacity involved with kinjutsus (as I far as remember canon stating lol). and kinjutsus are pretty widely spread throughout Naruto world, it's not just Deidara utilizing it for his art, Edo Tensei is also a kinjutsu, Shadow Clones are also classified as a kinjutsu (don't mind how much Naruto spams it lol), and so on and so forth. Kinjutsu is a classification category and is arbitrarily assigned to certain jutsus that pose too much of a threat. And said threat is not just about people around the user of a kinjutsu, it is also a threat posed to the user of the jutsu (again, Shadow Clones is not forbidden because infinitely more people can be killed using it, no, this is actually a perk of the jutsu, it's dangerous because it's incredibly chakra taxing, so if someone with low chakra reserves tries to do it - bam - they are dead). As we can see from Deidara's life, his kinjutsu is dangerous because it poses a threat to him and to other ls around him.

now, I guess it would be fairer to say this is Iwagakure's kinjutsu - it doesn't have its own name, so that should give you an idea about how much info there is about it (and how much Kishi worries about Iwa lore in general). but back to the matter, here's exactly what it does: it allows the user to mix their chakra with physical substances via the special mouths appearing on the body of the user.

exhibit one as an example. I know a lot of people don't read the manga and only know Naruto through anime, so yes, this is indeed an actual page from the manga (in fact, it is the cover of chapter 362, the very same one where Deidara dies. i gotta respect Kishimoto for creating a character that creates a plethora of questions regarding whether or not he... "plays" with himself with his mouths and answering with a resounding YES literally as he dies in the plot. also of course there's gonna be toes, name a more iconic duo than Kishimoto and his foot fetish).

but back to the definition above: it actually helps to clear certain misconceptions that I've seen people have regarding how Deidara's "artistic process" goes. first and obvious - kinjutsu is not responsible for the matter mixed with chakra exploding.

this is never mentioned in the canon and is something from the databooks, but there is this thing called Bakuton which is a kekkei genkai that allows the owner of it to give their chakra explosive properties. Deidara happens to have this kekkei genkai and this is what responsible for Deidara's explosions. canon only mentions two people possesing this kekkei genkai - one being obviously Deidara and another being Gari, an Iwa guy ressurected during Shinobi World War 4 - so not much is known about it, whether it is spread beyond Iwa, whether it can be created manually by mixing basic chakra natures or, as it happens a lot in Naruto world, this is something genetic, meaning that Gari and Deidara are somehow connected by blood, we don't know any of that, just that Bakuton exists.

another important thing stated by the definition - kinjutsu is not responsible for the form that the resulting mixture of chakra and physical matter. Deidara is explicitly stated to be a genius sculptor, and he was already famous for his abilities when it came to working with clay in the village prior to him becoming a nukenin and a terrorist (again, directly stated in the databooks). kinjutsu doesn't make all those different birds, mouths don't automatically produce owls and micro-Deidaras, Deidara does. This is a separate skill that he has and has been seemingly developing from a very young age (I made a whole separate rant about Deidara's career, but basically Deidara would have been like 12 when Akatsuki came to recruit him, so the entire "genius of Iwagakure" thing would have taken place like when he literally was in single digits)

now onto, I think, one of the biggest misconceptions I've seen about Deidara when it comes to fanfictions, at least, because on numerous occasions I've seen people write about Deidara being mistreated and abused by people of Iwagakure for being born with these disfigurements in form of too many mouths. and while I am a sucker for a tragic childhood backstory, this directly contradicts what has officially been stated (and the fact that what little is known about Deidara's life in Iwagakure is already concerning as fuck). again, Deidara was born an absolutely normal kid when it comes to the number of mouths on his person, and while living in Iwa it continued to stay so until he decided to steal the kinjutsu which would allow him to combine his sculpturing skills and his kekkei genkai. one boy four mouths DOES NOT happen until after he leaves Iwagakure (as stated by databooks).

now a little bit of a side rant, but I think judging from the info available, there are certain reasonable speculations that can be made about Iwagakure's kinjutsu. it's pretty obvious that it was developed by Iwagakure - as we never see anyone else in the world besides Deidara running around with twenty mouths on their body - but was banned for some reason. think about it, giving your shinobi an ability to shove their chakra into physical objects and literally allowing them to yeet that shit in the enemies' faces? hell yeah, give us some of that. and i believe the issue lies within the jutsu itself and it's something that can not be physically removed from the user. what I am alluding to is that one gigantic mouth on Deidara's chest.

because there is no clear explanation as to how exactly the jutsu works (besides a vague statement that Deidara "used it on himself"/"sealed it within himself"), I'm gonna go ahead and say that I think that this gigantic mouth on the chest IS the sealed kinjutsu, meaning if one wants to get it, they must end up with this toothy thing too. the smaller mouths on palms is simply the result of activating an already sealed kinjutsu and spreading it to certain area the user wishes to have it in (in Deidara's case, his palms). now, why I believe that? because, if you remember at the end of Kazekage capture arc, Deidara loses both arms, however by the time of him and Tobi face Isobu he already has them back, which raises a pretty big fucking question: how the hell Deidara has mouths on both of hands? again, remember the circumstances in which Deidara became two arms short: his left one was fully crushed by Gaara, while his right elbow ended up being caught in Kakashi's Kamui, so his right upper arm and right hand got separated from each other. the mouth on the right arm is easy to explain - his original hand remained, so by the time of Isobu capture Deidara has his own right upper arm -> Kakuzu's stitches -> whatever the hell the used as a replacement of Deidara's elbow -> more stitches -> Deidara's original right hand with the mouth. but Deidara's left arm would look like Deidara's upper arm -> Kakuzu's stitches -> a replacement for Deidara's elbow and everything below it. and what a fucking replacement that is, because not only it a) perfectly fits with Deidara's complexity (and I mean his proportions, his new left arm doesn't look weird or causes him any comfort) b) whoever they took it from happened to have the same blood type as Deidara, and most importantly c) has a FUCKING mouth on the palm (which is not commonplace in the shinobi world, as we know). and the third requirement being fulfilled either makes Kakuzu the single most resourceful motherfucker in the entire shinobi world (because he'd quickly found a mouthy arm) or Akatsuki leadership for some reason dropped everything and started looking everywhere for someone who would have a left arm with a mouth on it, blood type AB and has the same complexity as 166 cm 50 something kg Deidara (which is surprsingly caring of said leadership considering they ditched Sasori's corpse instantly + Deidara is not that important in the grand scheme of things for both Nagato's and Obito's plan). so, as you can see, a lot of questions arise if we assume hand mouths to be some sort of intristic feature of Iwagakure's kinjutsu, however, if we presume that the kinjutsu is just the mouth on the chest, then Deidara could simply grow it on the new limb attatched to him after his chakra system connected with the new arm (and, considering that Kakuzu's own thingies work on the chakra system, this isn't that wild of an assumption to make).

okay, yapping session is somewhat over, I've established what I believe is the way Iwa's kinjutsu works. back to the reason why it is a forbidden jutsu: the user ends up with a mouth on their chest that poses an EXTREME danger to everyone including the user, and this is what Deidara himself named C0

let's talk a bit about the differences between the way Deidara's mouths are shown to operate, because he is the only indication that we have regarding how it works, what it does and why did Iwa ban it.

here's a side by side comparison to see what I mean. obviously, the size difference is quite considerable, but this might be explained by the fact that hand mouths don't have as much space as the chest one, but one thing can certainly be established: the chest mouth is much stronger and, I'll say, violent compared to its smaller siblings - the one and only time we see it, it opens up in such a way that makes me worry a lot about Deidara's spine and ribs + Deidara himself doesn't look really comfortable in the moment (however later as the activation of C0 starts he begins cackling in Sasuke's face, suggesting that the chest mouth opening must have been pretty uncomfortable for him, a guy who shrugged off two severed arms). another difference can be seen in the shape of the teeth on his chest and his palms: the handmouths look pretty tame and have human looking teeth, while the chest one... well, you certainly wouldn't want to have your hand bitten by that. but the most obvious and concerning difference between the two is how the hand mouths are just there, while Deidara has a seal AND an actual wire sewn into his chest mouth just to keep it shut, which makes it obvious that...

Deidara has no control over the chest mouth, unlike the hand ones.

Which is the first red flag to Iwa as people who developed and researched this thing. However, user not being able to control the jutsu is half of the problem, the REAL issue comes when you realize WHAT this mouth does. We see plenty of times how hand mouths operate: Deidara takes his clay, puts it in the mouths, the mouths inject it with a certain concentration of chakra (and I'm pretty sure that C1/C2/C3/C4 thing refers to the concentration of chakra within Deidara's creations, not their form, so C2 dragon doesn't have to look like a giant dragon, but it's cooler this way innit) and then Deidara shapes the clay into whatever form he needs before sending his creation to go kaboom.

However, this is not what happens with the chest mouth

Clearly, for its activation Deidara still has to feed it something, but then things get completely and utterly messed up in that regard that this mouth, seemingly, has no defined limit to the concentration of chakra it will inject into whatever ends up within it.

The first page immediately follows the panel above, so we can see that the mouths starts to suck up energy of the user immediately. And I say energy specifically, because it's not just chakra - which is the spiritual energy - but life energy as well. This is harder to see in the manga, but is kind of confirmed by how little shape Deidara has as C0 is getting closer to completion and is directly confirmed by the anime (and I don't like referring to anime as source for anything, but alas) that Deidara's body starts to lose color and almost dissolve? within seconds after he feeds the clay to the chest mouth. Oh, and those black lines being sucked up towards Deidara's heart area? Likely his chakra system being consumed too😊that mouth literally sucks in anything that has even the tiniest drop of energy in the user before concentrating it all in whatever ended up within that mouth. obviously, eventually such concentration becomes impossible to contain, so it all simply bursts out. in Deidara's case the entire situation only gets worse because, once again, he's got Bakuton, so not only this shit ton of energy is contained within a relatively tiny space, but this energy also happens to be highly explosive, so shit goes kaboom and I mean KABOOM - Viz's translation claims that 10 kilometers is just the radius of the resulting explosion, but I call bullshit on that and believe that this is a translator not comprehending the difference between radius and diameter (diameter is 2 * radius, so if we go off Viz's translation, then the total size of the territory that Deidara deleted with his death would be 20 kilometers from one side to the other) and American tendency to not quite understand what the fuck is a kilometer🦅🦅🦅🦅(to put into perspective, the baseline urban area speed limit in Europe is around 50 to 60 km/h, so it would take about 20 minutes to cross a distance of 20 kilometers which is the supposed size of the crater that Deidara left behind).

okay, let's sum up what is known about Iwagakure's kinjutsu: if it is sealed within someone, the user ends up with a giant toothy mouth right near their heart (and the center of chakra system, obviously). Said mouth can not be controlled, so the only option is to literally slap another seal right on top of it + sew it shut. If something ends up within this mouth, it instantly starts to literally consume the user, and judging by the speed of the process, it can not be reversed. Finally, after a dozen of seconds, the concentration of energy reaches a critical point, and it all bursts out, wiping out everything in its vicinity.

Should it even be stated why Iwagakure would classify this thing as a kinjutsu?

Anyway, there is another thing that I find absolutely fascinating: Deidara knows the exact size of the explosion that will happen after C0 is completed. Now why is that? Deidara, obviously, couldn't learn that from simply experimenting on himself (C0 is a one time thing, after all). We are never told that he's got some sort of PhD in kinjutsu and chakra concentration calculation (which would be really fucking funny if he would just sit down after the missions, get his reading glasses and start calculating how much shit he could destroy given this or that level of chakra within himself + what is the rate at which his life energy can be converted into explosion energy. i can just imagine that looks that Sasori and Obito would give him respectively). So another logical conclusion that we can come to is - Iwagakure actually tested this kinjutsu on people, saw what it did, recorded their findings and banned it all from being used because no one wants the village to fly up directly into the Pure Lands. It's not conclusive if one of the subjects had Bakuton to give the exact size of the resulting implosion (because again, 10 fucking kilometers is a lot and whoever is doing the tests would probably be killed too) or Deidara has some sort of general idea how his kekkei genkai would affect the results of the chest mouth doing its thing.

And the fact of human experimentation commited by Iwa is kind of confirmed by the circumstances in which Deidara has abandoned the village - Deidara stole the kinjutsu, used it on himself and proceeded to kill the squad that Iwa sent after him for stealing the jutsu, developing his philosophy of art of a single moment (again, this all happened when the kid was like 11. like, dude, chill for 5 seconds, Naruto was still sitting his ass on that swing at the same age, do you really need to speedrun your life that fast). Again, Deidara stole the kinjutsu to further his abilities, meaning he KNEW beforehand what it does and how it's supposed to work (he was also aware of what that chest mouth does and. Iwagakure? Why is your 11 year old this happy and ready to put himself under the danger of killing himself in a very horrifying way??). And him knowning what kinjutsu is all about means that there must have certainly been some records regarding the experiments with it😊

(and if you're wondering how Deidara could have gained access to a literally banned justu, remember, before becoming a nukenin he already was a member of Bakuha Butai which seems to be a special squad in Iwagakure hierarchy focused exclusively on explosions + Deidara was Onoki's student, so everything suggest that he was a high-ranking officer and would have access to the secret info such as the forbidden jutsus of the village. yes, all of that took place even before he hit puberty. it's the same story as Itachi's and Kakashi's, where old men look at a kid, decide to promote them to a very high position and then everyone makes a pikachu face when things start to go terribly wrong)

anyway, i think that's pretty much it for what I wanted to say about Deidara's kinjutsu and its body and not-body horror? thanks for coming to my Tobitalk

p.s. a personal headcanon of mine is that similarly how Tobirama developed all of these kinjutsus for Konoha, Mu the Second Tsuchikage is the one who developed and tested kinjutsu that Deidara would proceed to steal + Mu himself has got, like, a dozen of mouths beneath all of those bandages, cuz why the fuck not + he seems freaky like that lol

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