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all i have to offer are horses
#BOOM MILLIONS KNIVES#i think ive decided him and vash are alicorns and zazie and the worms will be changelings/changeling coded#millions hooves and vash the stampony SDALKDJASADJ#i dont rlly have anything to add to this one other than i made him have a much colder color palette compared to vash#his coat color is just vashs coat with the blue overlay of the gait suit#and ofc i had to make him flushed bc he has lil pink face nose and fingers in tristamp#im still shit at using tumblr guys and idk if im getting any better :'D#mlp#my little pony#my little pony friendship is magic#mlp art#trigun#trigun stampede#millions knives#wtf are the other tags i forgot#whatev hope this is enough lol
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#trigun#trigun maximum#vash the stampede#millions knives#genderbend#paswg#panty and stocking#au#my art#look i dont know what happened#i blacked out and boom
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Sebek's ears
x reader *slight angst
"Sebek, put that down!" a worried shout pierced the room. Doctor Zigvolt dashed towards the boy, but it was too late - the child had already nicked his ear. It wasn't a serious injury, thankfully, but blood stained his son's ear, neck, shirt, and his mint hair.
Hearing the commotion, Mrs. Zigvolt hurried into the room. "Darling, what's-...!!!" Her voice caught in her throat, turned into a scream of shock that thundered throughout the household, startling every bird in the vicinity into a flutter of panic, as if sensing an imminent danger.
But there was no danger. Only blood. And tears. And a kid in front of a mirror with a kitchen knife in his hands.
"Sebek, let me take a look. You might get an infec- " Mr. Zigvolt tried to approach Sebek gently, but the boy pushed him away, sobbing loudly.
"This is your fault! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!! I HATE YOU!!!" Sebek cried out in despair, tears streaming down his sorrowful face as he ran past his parents. Mrs. Zigvolt could easily treat any wounds (it was one of the reasons she had been accepted to work at her husband's clinic despite lacking medical training), but now was not the time - Sebek wouldn't listen. So she just stood beside her spouse, watching their youngest son run away, not daring to break the silence. Words were unnecessary; they both understood. Sebek, despite being only 5, had already expressed a grand displeasure towards his human side. The destructive prejudice he had acquired not without help…
…
"A kitchen knife?... Back in Briar Valley, my grandfather would always look displeased whenever I entered the kitchen. So, I'm entirely unfamiliar with all cooking implements." Sebek said to the ghost chef.
"Oh? Why is that?" the chef asked.
"I have no idea... But he especially kept me away from sharp objects, like knives." he replied, examining the object in his hand.
"Well, mastering this skill is necessary for the course, so do your best!" the chef cheered, floating next to him.
"YES, CHEF!" Sebek boomed, making all the pans and pots shiver, and got back to cooking his dish.
…
It was rigorous but rewarding training, Sebek reflected, slowly washing his hands. Days spent in the kitchen were filled with various instructions and orders from the ghost chefs, requiring quick reactions, but due to their ghostly nature their words often faded, lingering in the air, so a regular human would have trouble hearing them. BUT NOT SEBEK ZIGVOLT. He had perfect hearing, his ears were sharper than...
…Sharper than what?....
He looked into the mirror of the Diasomnia dorm's bathroom, coming to wash away the smell and smudges from the Master Chef course. His face darkened once again as he lingered too long on his right ear. He remembered that day vividly. When he, a young and immature kid, tried to... tried to become a fae? Tired of being bullied by those around him, he believed that if he changed his ears - made them pointy like everyone else's - it would help him fit in. But now he understood how foolish it was.
Yet still. What makes a fae? A pair of pointy ears? “Not necessarily” is what his mother always used to say Be blessed by night, but don’t forget about the day And he remembers, and he knows No need in those Yet still.
A bitter feeling of unfairness washed over him as he was drifting off to sleep.
Why? Of all human qualities, why did he have to have round ears? He had asked himself this question a million times. And it wasn't as if he lacked fae qualities - his hearing surpassed any human's, and he could even hear and understand the fae language, something no human could do due to its nature. He possessed all these abilities, yet they were overshadowed by this small, bitter nuance - his appearance. Genetics had played a cruel joke on him, he thought. Despite his efforts, he will always look like a weak, useless human.
Speaking of weak humans.
You and Sebek had arranged to meet at the gates to head down to Foothill Town today. Rumor had it that the famous bookshop there had new arrivals, and you were eager to take a look. And since Sebek was so knowledgeable about books, you invited him along. Of course, it wasn't like he really wanted to go with you! He had far more important matters to attend to. However, he couldn't risk you selecting subpar books that you might later mention in conversations with Master Malleus - Sebek couldn't let your lack of discernment in literature reflect poorly on the Young Lord!! So, he was coming with you, for that reason alone, nothing more! … The road wasn't long, and once you arrived at the shop, you began browsing the shelves. The selection was vast: novels, scientific works, poems, historical texts, dictionaries, even books in languages you couldn't understand. Unable to decide, you grabbed a handful of books that caught your attention and retreated to a quiet corner to examine your finds.
“Get on with this human, I don't have all day” he said, standing next to you, arms crossed.
“Ok ok, how about this one?”
"It looks fine. You can keep it, I suppose."
"Great! And this?" you showed Sebek another book, but he frowned slightly.
"It doesn't seem like a decent book to me. Better put it away."
"Why? It's about knights. What exactly do you dislike about it?"
"The cover doesn't look appealing. As if they didn't put much effort into designing it properly!" he declared loudly enough to draw a few judgmental glances from the other customers.
"And that's it?" you blinked at him. "But the plot itself must be good!"
"I've given my opinion, do as you wish, human!" he huffed, turning away.
"...Oh, Sebek. Never judge a book by its cover."
…
In the end, you purchased quite a few books (Crowley had been unusually generous this month, providing you with some extra money), and Sebek helped you carry them back to the Ramshackle. As a thank-you for accompanying you, you offered to share a cup of tea together and he agreed.
...However, for the two of you, it was never just "a cup of tea".
As usual, you found yourselves engrossed in intimate conversations, drawn close to each other.
Grim was absent, so it was just you and him on the couch in the spacious Ramshackle hall. Two cups of tea, long forgotten and gone cold, sat on the table.
Sebek rested his head on your lap, as he often did during your moments together, rambling about the books, his duties, or about Malleus, speaking quieter than his usual self. And you just patiently listened, knowing how hard he worked every day and wanting him to have some rest once in a while. The fact that he could relax in your presence made you genuinely happy.
Wrapped in serenity, you gently caressed his mint hair, occasionally running your fingers over his ears. You had grown accustomed to seeing them very clearly, as Sebek wore his hair swept back all the time. But when he was with you he sometimes let his hair loose and his ears became hidden amidst the soft waves of green, looking like two small islands surrounded by endless grassy seas. Or like curious animals peeking from the leaves. It was both adorable and endearing, and you couldn't help but giggle quietly. “Human! Is there a problem with your ears?! I'm talking to you!” Sebek's loud voice brought you back from your daydreaming.
“Oh, sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment.”
“Hmph! And what was so captivating that you ignored my question?”
“Oh... er... your ears” you smiled shyly.
“My... what?”
…
“Your beautiful, lovely, adorable ears" you laughed at his reaction, showering him with compliments before placing a kiss on his right ear - the one he had once tried to...
A wave of strange warmth suddenly flushed through his body. Why would you say such things about his terrible flaw?
All his life, people around him in his homeland had diminished him because of his round ears. On Sage's Island, people just ignored this feature, so he assumed they wouldn't comment on the obvious. But you? The way you touched them, the way you kissed them - without revulsion, without hesitation, without doubt.
For a moment, he felt something unfamiliar - like nothing else mattered. An unusual feeling, one he only experienced by your side. But he liked it.
Who cared if he didn't have pointy ears? Who cared about others' judgments?
You were right - only fools judge a book by its cover.
“Sebek, do you hear me?” you were the one asking this time.
“Yes. Yes, I can hear you very well, dear human” he said, leaning in for a kiss.
#yes i'm doing it#i really like this one#twisted wonderland#sebek zigvolt#twst sebek#sebek zigvolt x reader#sebek x reader#caligo's stories
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Happy Bad Batch Day!
Have some fluff with a side of angst!
Omega rode on Wrecker’s shoulders, hands on his head, and peering forward excitedly at what he carried. With the lid of the box closed she couldn’t see or smell what they’d picked up from that strange place that smelled of sugar, and a million other sweet things she didn’t know of. The building had been out of the way, on the outskirts of the city, and looked much nicer than the majority of the buildings on Ord Mantell. She and Wrecker had been allowed a peak in the box to see if it suited their desires, and then it was all theirs.
“So what is that again?” Omega asked.
“Cake!” Wrecker answered, booming voice filled with enthusiasm. “Oh man, I can’t wait to eat it. I haven’t had cake in a whole year.”
“I haven’t had cake… ever.”
“Well that’s about to change.”
When they entered Cid’s place, Omega climbed off of Wrecker and onto the bar before kneeling on a stool.
Everyone in their squad gathered ‘round.
“You got it?” Hunter asked.
“It looks beautiful,” Wrecker told him.
Hunter opened the lid on the box to see for himself. From her vantage point Omega got another look at the white frosting, and the red 99 in icing on top. The large, round cake had red swirls all along the sides, and the red swirls circled the top of the cake.
“Wrecker, how much did this cost?”
Tech peered in, and adjusted his goggles. “Oh dear. We’ll be paying off Cid for life at this rate.”
Echo came over and put his arm around Tech. “Eh, it’ll be fine.”
“You don’t even like cake,” Tech argued.
“No, I hate whatever it was that you made last year.”
“Cake.”
“Not according to my taste buds.”
Wrecker laughed. “Who cares, we have a better one this year.”
“So what are we celebrating?” Omega asked as everyone set up, and Hunter was cleaning his vibroblade, perhaps to slice off pieces.
“Well, we don’t have birthdays,” Wrecker said.
Omega wrinkled her nose at the idea of birth. Gross.
“So we celebrate our decanting.”
“Hey, I was there for that!” Omega cried. “I… I really wanted to stay with you. All of you, till—till you’d know who I was.”
A tear slid down her face, surprising her, and she was shocked by the sudden, empty loneliness in her chest.
Wrecker put a giant hand on her shoulder, and wiped her tear away.
“It’s okay, kid. You’re with us now.”
Omega sat down. “And what about Crosshair?”
“Yes, it does feel odd doing this without him,” Tech said. “It’s… the first one he’ll miss.”
“Do you think that he’s okay?” Omega asked.
Hunter had a grim look on his face, and he responded honestly, “I don’t know. For now, there isn’t much we can do. We have to look at our losses, but celebrate what we do have. Yes, we lost one of our own.” His dark look turned into a smile, a loving warmth in his eyes as he beheld Omega. “But we gained something just as special.” He took her hand. “Do you want the first piece, Omega?”
She nodded, Hunter’s words drawing her from her melancholy. They were a soldier’s words, a leader’s words. And they were wise, and true.
Hunter gave a half-grin, and then said, “Actually, would you like to do the honors?”
He handed over his vibroblade.
Omega practically vibrated with excitement, and she was beaming at the blade, and Hunter, and the cake, and her family surrounding her.
“Would I ever?”
She took the proffered blade, and dug into the cake. She tried to make her slice proportionate, but she’d never done this before, so she ended up with an awkward triangle, the tapered point thin in comparison to the thick base. It wobbled onto the plate Echo held out, and flopped onto its side. Oops! Well, at least it was her piece she’d messed up.
Omega saw white frosting and some of the red icing on the knife, and started moving it towards her mouth.
“I’ll take that,” Hunter said quickly, grabbing it from her.
“What?” she asked, arms crossed in complaint until Echo handed her her plate and a fork.
“No licking knives.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. She was dying to try her slice, looking at the soft, dark color of the cake itself. It was probably moist, and sweet, and just perfect. The red icing complemented the red and near-black nicely. Yet she waited, making sure everyone had a slice.
They sat down at a table together, glancing at each other, seeing who would take the first bite.
Omega made sure it was her. She thought she was going to die from the perfection of her first bite. Contented sounds left all of them around the table.
“This… is so. Good,” Omega moaned.
Various nods, and mm-hmms met her.
“You got that right!” Wrecker said.
“I’m not saying this just because of the cake,” Omega started.
“Or are you?” Echo teased.
She flicked red icing at him, and they all laughed.
“What I’m trying to say,” Omega went on, “before I was rudely interrupted, is that… well, I’m glad you all exist. I… I’ve never had a family before, and that’s what you all are to me: a family. You helped me, gave me a home, and you’re super fun. I’m lucky to have you all.”
“And we’re lucky to have you,” Hunter said. “Now eat up. Come on, are we going to let this cake just sit here while we all talk?”
They laughed together, and dug into their cake once more, and Omega promised that someday, Crosshair would be celebrating with them.
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FIRST MEETINGS
million knives [stampede] x plant?reader drabble
synopsis: you meet knives for the first time. he thinks your someone else.
content warning: mentions of sharp weapons, blood, and physical altercations
this an equal household. i pine after all siblings equally. [aka i think knives is a goofy dude and his characterization in stampede is kiss kiss].
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it was a particularly normal day as you spent your time around town, discovering odd patterned geological formations that helped adhere the homes to the sand below it.
was it the smartest idea to go into a dark alley alone. no. did you think anything would happen to you in the middle day. also no.
you were lost in the sauce. failing to notice the screams of town folk as you observed the calcified rock. one moment you were holding it and then boom, it was dark.
when you woke up, you were shocked to be in a white room. it sent shivers up your spine, as the environment caused old memories to rise to the surface. questions could wait until later, for now you’d try to get out of here. hopefully the town was still there when you got back.
the door was unlocked, odd considering you were kidnapped.
you also didn’t have shoes on, thankfully that old socks separated the floor and your feet. you could sense your bag somewhere within the building, your body able to feel the shawl of plant material that you had been born with, always tucked into your bag.
it was like you were an assassin, peering around every corner and ears on high alert.
the closer you got to your objective, the quieter it seemed to get. an odd sense of loneliness filling the room.
you had found your bag and shawl, even your shoes (thank god, you didn’t have the money for new ones). the only downside being that some blondie covered in a robe was holding it, allowing light to shine through the transparent shawl.
you became defensive knowing he was touching something as important as your shawl, so you started making fast paces towards him. “Hey! You shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong-“. The sense of danger came first, luckily stopping you from making too much contact with the tail of sharp objects that wrapped around you. it certainly didn’t save your overalls, as a large rip formed across the front panel. damnit, now you’d have to sew it back again.
“anything plant belongs to me. im its rightful owner, a god” blondie chided at you, only causing more anger to bubble up to your throat. “J.J Doe, right? Elusive scientist who has published series of plant based experiments. No committee or board to shift through your work, your research seems to pop up in small town libraries. Never the same one.” The man stepped down from his pedestal, inching closer to you. You backed up, only for a reactive spindle of metal(?) to wrap around your neck. it swiped, leaving a sliver of blood and for the stop part of your turtleneck to fall to the ground. the more he keeps going the more work you’ll have to do to fix whatever clothes you have.
“i detest humans, a species of parasitic worms who use plants as tools for their selfish survival. however, I hate those who knowingly use their will to torture my brotheren even more.” he was too close for comfort now. a string of knives swiping close to your forehead, which you barely dodged by shifting backwards. the shift in weight caused you to fall backwards, rows of spindles wrapping around your legs, keeping you from getting up from the floor.
“should i take a finger for each sin you have committed. maybe slowly sever you limb from limb, so you may know the suffering of the plants who you experimented on. maybe-“ You were too focused on the rows of knives wrapped around your legs to notice that he now stood atop of you. crouching to straddle you as his eyes sent daggers into your mind, like a searing hot flash of static. “i should do it with my own hands. as disgusting as you vile creatures are.” his hand slowly began to approach your neck. his weapons should have instilled enough fear into you, but now you seemed petrified, tears threatening to pour at the very thought of him touching you.
“disgusting.” he muttered, looking down as you. his hand wrapped around your neck, and immediately began to squirm, your leg receiving shallow cuts as it brushed against the sharp cage around it. the contact sent an immediate blossom of heat from your neck. you wish it was another gang of badland raiders, anything but an independent plant. you covered yourself up to avoid making contact with anyone, trying to prevent the surge of information that you would receive and give which writhed out of your control.
behind closed eyes, you could see the blossom of blue, geometric shapes spreading from your chest to your neck, reaching out to the man who’s hand was around your neck. the closer it got the more erratic you reacted. It seemed like the man above you no longer intended to kill you, for now. Instead he fixated his eyes to the spread of patterns slowly approaching his hand, his own body reacting in a similair manner. the contact left your mind heavy with shocks of malice, anger, and pain? The scorching sensation caused a moan of pain to spill from your lips as fat tears fell from your eyes.
The man above you felt the fear over the connection, a dark pit of misunderstanding and embarrassment overflowing with an ebb and flow of confusion. flashes of images of syringes and scalpels as you held the blade towards yourself, harvesting your flash to run under analysis. you hadn’t been experimenting on other plants, you had been experimenting on parts of yourself.
the cage around your legs unwinded, as did the hand around your neck. you quickly moved your arms to cover your eyes, still unable to cope with the wave of information that was forced into your head. however, your action failed as another hand wrapped around your wrists to move your arms from your face, revealing puffy eyes and still falling tears. another hand came up to caress underneath your lashes, gathering the salty tears before they could run onto the floor.
“interesting. not entirely human, not entirely plant.” the contact caused a shocking sensation underneath your skin, flinching as his thumb made lazy circles on your cheek. you relaxed, feeling as if the threat of danger was finally over with. until the blunt end of a knife slammed into the already bruised skin at the base of your neck. knocking you out once more.
#goreguttdrabbles#plant?reader#million knives#knives x reader#knives x you#nai x reader#knives trigun#million knives trigun
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"Mr. Kaiba! Mokuba, sir!"
Mokuba snaps awake, rubbing his eyes as Roland calls him on the office's intercom.
"Damnit, Roland." he mutters, straightening himself as he directs his vision towards the intercom speaker he installed on the desk, pressing a button next to it to reveal a hologram of Roland's face.
"It's news about your brother, sir," Roland pauses. "We found him."
Mokuba immediately stands up at this, now more awake.
"Is he alive? Where is he?!" Mokuba demanded, already feeling the lump in his throat growing, his voice booming through the room just like his brother's used to when someone would mess up in his company, or when Pegasus was meddling with KaibaCorp business.
Roland's voice returns through the hologram, "W-well uh sir.. We are getting him to the best hospital in Domino City." The man's voice sputtering with stress.
'Damnit Seto... You better be alright I swear to God I'll kill you if you aren't already dead!' Mokuba thinks, his face scrunched with anger and tears stinging the corner of his eyes.
"Send me the location that you're sending him to. I'll be there in 7."
Mokuba shuts off the hologram before Roland can respond, grabbing his black trenchcoat and rushing out of Seto Kaiba's office. He had been utilizing it to run KaibaCorp when Seto disappeared off to... God knows where. The man had been missing for nearly two years after he first started using the Quantum Cube to travel to the afterlife to battle Atem, but when he returned he was working on some project to do with alternative realities. That's when he went to the KaibaCorp space station one day and.. Disappeared.
Mokuba gets into the car, immediately starting it and rushing down the highway, weaving between slow cars, and far surpassing the legal speed limit. He tried focus on driving responsibly, but the tears welling in his eyes kept distracting him from being able to see the road.
'Ugh... Hell I have to stop crying. I can't see what I'm doing. Focus Mokuba, focu-'
His thoughts were cut off, as he felt millions of sharp cold knives hit him everywhere, his breath knocked out of him as he was uplifted from his seat, and he could see and hear the blaring sirens of an emergency ambulance.
The last thing he felt as he hit the cold wet pavement was being lifted up by paramedics, and the muffled voices of doctors.
"Isn't that his brother..?"
"I guess they're both together now."
"We must get them both to the hospital, we don't have time!"
"But sir the ambulance has been rearended-"
Mokuba couldn't think of anything else except the doctor's voice booming:
"NOW!"
...and then silence.
#ygo au#ygo dm#ygo mokuba#mokuba yugioh#mokuba kaiba#kaiba siblings#angst#ygo anime#kaiba#ygo angst#sad fanfiction#fanfic#short story#ygo fanfic#l1msshittystorytelling#ygo seto#seto kaiba#kaiba brothers#mokuba#mokuba angst
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電波ロマンス(Animatronic!Reve x Reader)
Credits:
FNAF by Scott Cawthon
Fauchereve by @/kyokyo866
Warnings:
Tasing
Violation of personal space
Weird discussion of the circulatory system
Starring:
Y/N as The Nightguard
Fauchereve as Animatronic Mascot of (Unspecified Restaurant)
(Author's note: Apparently, the best way to get godly artwork from Shu and/or Pearl is to drop a Reader-insert fic. This is their song btw.)
As a fresh highschool graduate, you assumed that you had seen the worst the world had to offer. How could you have predicted that your first summer job would become a horror movie?
BANG BANG BANG. Metal slamming against your last line of defense. Soulless blue eyes looking through your office window. In the corner of the cramped cage you called your office, you whispered a silent prayer. Then, you look at your tablet.
Five percent?! But it’s only 3 a.m!
You hear a robotic chuckle from behind the door. You look up from the tablet to glance at him. His face can’t contort to make a smug expression, but you can sense the satisfaction he gets from your terror.
4 a.m; two percent!
One percent-
NO- NO- C’MON!
You jump from your corner to station yourself by the right door.
DUUUUUUU….
Everything goes dark. Despite the fact He’s standing a foot away from you, He just-
Smiles.
Without thinking, you take a step outside.
He lunges.
You scream, and scramble down the hallway as He crashes to the floor with an awful CRASH! It makes your ears ring.
As you dash through party room one, you hear scraping noises; He’s getting back up. Even though it would make life easier for you to leave through the entrance, He would have trouble trying to tail you out the back door. He can’t fit through the back door, so He’d have to waste time getting to and breaking through the front to catch you.
CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK.
Oh shit!
You’re forced to run into the arcade.
As quietly as possible, you scurry to a corner of out-of-order cabinets and hide between them. You get tangled in scratchy wires that coil around your limbs like tentacles as you shuffle in a crouch. It’s an uncomfortable position, but getting out alive is far more important.
Shuffling…clunking…
It sounds… close, too close for comfort.
…Something’s coming towards you.
Someone is standing in front of you.
You look up, praying it’s human.
It’s HIM.
“PEek-A-a-A-boO.” His voice is filled with static, and cannot agree on a pitch.
You hear a clicking noise as He grabs hold of the wires and squeezes them.
A spark-
You feel a sensation like a million knives stabbing you and smell something both metallic and smoky.
You black out.
***
July 1993
“Frieeend! Whatcha reading~?”
You sighed, “A shonen magazine.”
“Oh, okay.”
You knew Reve wanted your attention, but for whatever reason, he’d beat around the bush instead of telling you straight up. Like when he used to leave candy in your office instead of asking to be friends. …Are you guys friends?
Not even four pages later, Reve called out to you in a needy whine. “Can we cuddle~?”
“It’s too hot for that!” you retorted. During your shifts, the air conditioners were cut off to save electricity. The only thing keeping you from the edge of a heatstroke was the tiny fan on your desk. It wasn’t much help though, you had to pop at least two buttons so you could breathe. “Tell my manager to let me have AC then we’ll discuss cuddling.”
Reve responded with a squeaky, robotic huff. Cute.
He stayed quiet for a while, probably stewing, as you flicked across camera to camera. When you viewed the kitchen camera, labeled AUDIO ONLY. You hear…shuffling, clunking…? Wait- is it coming from behind you?
Two frigid mechanical arms wrap around you and your chair. They feel like an ice pack.
“Holy shit, why do you feel like a fridge?” you asked in awe.
“My processor pumps a coolant through my body!” Reve said proudly. “The mechanics have to make sure I don’t overheat. I’d explode or somethin’!”
You laughed off an imaginary scenario of Reve going KA-BOOM like Wile. E Coyote. Your amusement was cut short when one of Reve’s hands left your middle and traveled upwards. The hand stopped on the left side of your chest. You trembled when Reve’s segmented hand pressed down on where your heart should be. Your breath hitched. It’s just…a little off-putting.
“Y’know, a mechanic once told me…” he tapped your chest with a finger. “This keeps up constant maintenance inside of human bodies…what is it?”
‘Constant maintenance’? Oh- they were talking about homeostasis.
“It’s beating.” Reve murmured. “Badum, badum, badum…is it a processor?”
“Oh no no no. It’s an organ.” you said. “It pumps blood around my body without any commands, it just does.”
Reve’s pupils dilated in curiosity. “What’s blood for?”
“Well, um, what I can tell you from bio class is: it gives me feeling in my limbs, kills infections and patches up cuts and scrapes.”
“Functionality, troubleshooting, and repairs…” Reve muttered to himself. His fingers still lingered on your chest. “Humans say this organ beats fast when you’re in love.”
“Yeah, in love songs.” you squeaked.
“Yours is.” Reve’s tone sounded menacing at this point. He grinned, “Do you love me?”
“No-no-I’m just nervous, that's all!” you stammered. “I mean- I like you, but love would be kind of a strong word!”
Reve got a little too close to your face for comfort.
He stared at you.
You stared back.
…
…
Does he want you to shit your pants-?
Reve pulled away, giving you space to breathe. You gasped, and sat up properly in your chair.
“Sorry if I made you uncomfy.” Reve said, twiddling his fingers. “But I do like seeing you squirm a little- if that makes any sense.”
…Is he a sadist?
Did you awaken something in this animatronic, or did the animatronic awaken something in you?
***
(The other animatronics: Do you think they've explored each other's bodies?)
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Hi! Welcome to my blog, everyone is welcome!
I don’t write fics but I love to read them <3
My name is Keira, I’m female (she/her), bisexual
and I’m currently studying music at college. I’m British and have strong Welsh heritage 💪🏼🏴, but I was born and brought up in England.
I’m currently obsessed with: The Rookie, Marauders, 9-1-1 (& 911 Lone Star), Marvel, X-Men, Good Omens, Supernatural, Doctor Who (2005-2024), Sherlock, Criminal Minds, Merlin, Percy Jackson series, Hannibal, Marauders, Outer Banks, Agents of SHIELD and Moon Knight
I’m a musician in training so feel free to ask any questions!
My biggest ships: Buddie (9-1-1), WolfStar, Destiel, JohnLock, Merthur
Films I love: Atonement, Dead Poet’s Society, Little Women, Hamilton, Hacksaw Ridge, Nowhere Boy, Knives Out, Gifted, Tick Tick BOOM!
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Starlight Dream - Chapter 66
“Woah!” Seina grunted as the sheer might of Kaguya’s newfound power threw her backward. Even trying to approach the demonic monolith was a feat in itself. Seina feared she’d get blasted into dust from Kaguya’s mere presence.
“Try this then.” Takako unloaded her twin pistols, each firing rounds that summoned monstrous black holes that gulped up everything around them, even time and magic. Kaguya grunted in annoyance as they pierced past her shields and left gaping holes in her magical defenses. Much to Seina’s dismay, they did little against the monolith itself.
“Nice try, but not good enough.”
“Gah!” Takako howled as a knife pierced through her back, making her cough up black blood. “What?”
A giggling Kaguya leaped from behind her, pleased by the bloodshed. What the heck? Wasn't she fused with the Needle of the Cosmos?
“More Kaguya?” A pit went down Seina’s spine as dozens of Kaguya’s appeared from nowhere. They surrounded their prey, quite pleased with themselves.
“I see. Since Kaguya can’t move, she needs clones to defend herself,” Takako said.
“No, little ones.” The real Kaguya’s booming voice said. It pierced their eardrums, making the magical girls wince. “Think of them more like antibodies to purge the multiverse of an unwanted infection.” Seina gasped as hundreds, then thousands, of grinning Kaguya appeared to accost them.
“Well, crap.” That was all Takako could say before the countless vampire queens swarmed them.
Blood misted in space as Seina’s mighty wand blasted into the endless swarm. Thankfully, each Kaguya only shared a tenth of the original’s power. But that didn’t diminish their threat, Seina howled as a swinging knife cropped away a piece of her calf.
Thousands of Kaguya died in droves as Takako summoned shining suns to char their attackers into dust. But the swarm cared little about their individual lives, hurling themselves into certain death to hurt their prey. Hundreds used their bodies as shields to protect their sisters from the sunlight.
“Dang, they’re relentless,” Takako hissed as dozens of knives drove into her flesh, each just missing a vital point. Her pistols blasted apart her attackers, but they kept coming.
“Behind you!” Seina shouted, her tone frantic. Takako dodged by a hair as a sudden time warp opened to swallow her whole.
“That was close.” Seina’s undead heart beat a million a minute. It seemed Kaguya wasn’t content with attacking them with her countless clones. The Great Vampire had ruthlessly used them as a distraction for her real attack.
“Woah!” Seina screamed in pain as her left arm got caught in a time warp, watching in dread as it aged billions of years in milliseconds, turning her undead flesh taut and rotten.
“Got you!” Paliah said, placing a hand on her destroyed arm. Seina gasped in relief as it resorted to normal, de-aged back to health.
“Thanks,” Seina said, amazed by her Colten’s future counterpart’s time powers.
“No time for that, duck!” The knight pushed Seina’s head down, and the area above them just vanished. It wasn’t merely an empty point in space, but a void in the fabric of reality. She didn’t want to imagine what that’d do to her.
“Not bad, how about this?” Random beams shot from the tower’s surface, each a jagged tear in reality. Time slowed around each beam, making them impossibly difficult to dodge in succession. Blood pooled in Seina’s mouth as six daggers stabbed into her chest as the clone Kaguyas used the distraction to pounce.
“Gah!” But Seina refused to be cowed, clones burst into mist as she swatted them aside. She used her superior speed to be a demon of the battlefield, mowing down each obstacle in her path. Takako fought defensively, summoning supergiant black holes to keep their opponents at bay.
But the Kaguyas seemed beyond endless, twelve thousand replacing each one lost. Heck, they didn’t even seem interested in fighting. They were more interested in harassing the trio fighting against their mistress. A Kaguya laughed as she stuck a knife through Seina’s ribs and leaped away instead of pressing her advantage.
“Hey, take us seriously!” Takako said, annoyed. She growled in frustration as the Kaguyas laughed despite being blown to pieces.
There seemed no limit to the amount of clones Kaguya could create. And they still hadn’t even scratched Prime Kaguya yet. Could they even damage it? Hadn’t someone said not even the Devil Princesses could scratch the Needle?
Despite their dire situation, Takako only gave her typical cocksure smile, spinning her twin pistols. “How about we go on the offensive? Let’s smash this stupid tower to pieces!”
“Okay, I’ll create a path.” Seina threw herself into the fray, reality rippling as she released every restraint to her power. Kaguya clones burst into flames from the mere touch of her destructive aura. Paliah and Takako followed her lead, carving up anyone she’d missed.
“Hey, careful!” A familiar voice said. Seina glanced down to see Colten clinging to her skirt.
“Colten? What are you doing here?” Seina asked, alarmed.
“What? And let you run into danger alone? Never! Besides, I refuse to get shown up by that Paliah guy!” The fairy glared daggers at the knight in question.
Despite the dire situation, Seina snorted a laugh. She cradled him in her free arm, holding him nice and snug. “Hang on, this will get ugly quick!”
“Oh, moving on the offensive, eh? Come then. Smash me, if you can. I…” Kaguya paused. Despite being a mask of immobile stone, the face showed visible confusion. “What was that?”
“Huh?” Seina blinked. What was going on? Had something happened?
Before Seina could ponder what this meant, Prime Kaguya forgot the strange incident and made her clones changed tactics, each charging into Seina like a battering ram. While her aura destroyed many on touch, they quickly overwhelmed her. Bone crunched as one clone’s skull collided with her chest. Others slashed at her with invisible whips, tearing her undead flesh into bloody strips. But Seina remained undeterred, smashing through them anyway. Her wand tore a path of destruction as each blow obliterated hundreds of clones.
Takako offered assistance, summoning tornadoes of whirling flame to burn clones to an ashy crisp. While Paliah’s contributions were less flashy, his sword watched her back. No Kaguya seemed capable of blindsiding Seina with the knight protecting her.
“Left, now,” Paliah said. Without question, Seina followed his instructions. She almost hadn’t been quick enough. Clones got caught like flies in amber in a field of frozen time before dissolving as they aged to dust.
“Not bad, how about this?” Kaguya said. Seina leaped back as each clone opened their arms wide like they were offering themselves to the heavens. More on her game, Takako opened fire, creating a path of destruction through the clone army. But it still wasn’t enough. Seina’s eyes widened as the path to her goal seemed to stretch into eternity, bleeding into the starry expanse like some twisted melting painting.
“What?!” Seina said, her voice squealing in panic. Billions of contradictory images filled her mind, overloading it past its breaking point. Seina found herself alone in an endless sea of color and discord. She drowned in her loneliness, reduced to a puddle of confusion and despair.
“Gah!” Seina jerked as something slapped her in the face. She winced as a white paw struck her harder.
“Get yourself together, Seina,” Charity said. “Only you can do this!”
“Charity? What are you doing here?” Seina shook herself, trying to regain her bearing. Her undead heart skipped a beat as she saw friends floating in the nothingness of space, eyes vacant.
“Dang it, that sucked,” Colten said, grimacing and shaking his head. Charity had slapped him awake, too. “Kaguya’s being so unfair!”
“Some vampires can create illusions. Is that what she did?” Seina asked.
“Come to interfere again, have we, Charity?” Kaguya said, more amused than annoyed.
“Why aren’t you bothered by this?” Colten scowled, squinting like someone was flashing a bright light in his eyes. Seina was lucky she was a vampire. She didn’t have to worry about pounding headaches.
“Arisu and Charity have faced worse,” Charity replied, somewhat smugly. “The trick is to demolish delusion like a sledgehammer.”
“That’s the plan?” Did the Wicked Queen beat all obstacles with pure bullheadedness?
“You can win, but only if you believe. Hope. Love. Both are the magical girls’ ultimate power!” Charity said.
Despite Charity’s brave words, despair gripped Seina’s undead heart like a vice. Kaguya had merely been toying with them. As the Great Vampire, she possessed the power of all vampires. It made her almost invincible. Besides, what did Seina know about love? Her parents had betrayed her to save their skins. She’d never really had friends either, especially after selling her soul to Kaguya. What was she even doing here?
Charity eyed them with concern before her body sagged as well, defeated. “Charity’s sorry. She forgets you aren’t Arisu. She’s spent too many years around delinquents. Charity has forgotten, not everyone has the Wicked Queen’s do-or-die spirit.” Pure anguish crossed her features, looking so lonely that Seina instinctively pulled the fairy into a hug.
“Thank you. After Charity’s long imprisonment by the Devil Princesses, she’s forgotten what it’s like to touch someone.”
“They had you trapped?” Seina said, furrowing her brow.
“Oh, yes. They sealed Arisu away and threw Charity in prison for hundreds of years. And did other things, for their amusement.” The fairy said, her tone going dark.
“Hey, I had nothing to do with that,” Kaguya said, somewhat peeved. Seina jerked back in surprise, not realizing a Kaguya clone had been eavesdropping. “Blame Mei. She took delight in hurting former enemies!”
But this only reminded Seina how much she despised such pointless cruelty. And yet, Kaguya was worse. She was fickle and careless, uncaring about who got hurt. Instinctively, Seina knew there’d be no justice for anyone if Kaguya became a goddess. Charity’s forlorn expression only flared Seina’s temper further, her hands shaking with her fury.
“I may not be Arisu, but I swear I’m finishing this if it’s the last thing I do,” Seina swore with her entire spirit.
“Yeah, we’ve had enough of you!” Colten said, pointing a paw at their foe.
“Ho ho? Is that right?” The vampire queen thought Seina powerless, a child lashing out at something she couldn’t stop.
“We can,” Seina gasped as an angelic figure grasped her hands. It was the other Seina, only this version wasn’t transparent. How was this possible? Won’t contact with her past self destroy her or something?
“I’m not here. You’re right. I can’t risk going into the past.” Other Seina said. “It would unravel the fabric of everything. But that doesn’t mean I can’t help. I heard your plea for help, so I’m giving it to you.”
“How?”
“There’s almost nothing left of my timeline now,” other Seina said, her tone forlorn. “But don’t worry about us. What’s important is defeating the last Devil Princess. I don’t need my power anymore, so I’m giving it to you. Though, this is somewhat reckless.”
“But that’s insane! Wouldn’t that only destroy her, too?”
But her counterpart only responded with a gentle smile. “According to Mr. Kiyojiro, feeding you my power would only cause a feedback loop that would destroy us both. But we found a workaround. It involves both of you.”
“Me?” Colten said, confused. “What can I do? I’m only a fairy partner. I’m just a cheerleader!”
“You are each other’s inspiration. Believe, and you can win,” Seina's alternate self said.
A light flashed in Seina’s head as she realized what her other self meant. Hadn’t Arisu combined with her partner to achieve power beyond imagination? But Seina barely knew Colten. But they didn't share a strong enough bond to achieve such a transformation!
“Ah, so that’s your game,” the Kaguya clone said, amused.
Seina backed a step as every Kaguya clone eyed her with a malevolent grin. They had grown in number since Seina had turned away from them, filling the horizon beyond number. Each held a blade glistening with dark energy in their hands.
“I’ve had my fun, so how about we end this?” the Kaguya clone said. Before Seina could even blink, time slowed down to an agonizing crawl. She gasped in horror as thousands of blades stabbed at her at a speed she couldn’t even begin to match. With Seina stuck in frozen time, she didn’t have a chance to defend herself. Agony filled her as countless blades pierced her flesh. Brave little Colten did his best to protect his partner's vital organs. But it was all for naught, as dozens of knives stabbed through her heart, debilitating her.
A strangled cry escaped Seina’s lips before she became motionless. Kaguya had used her vampiric nature against her. While a wooden stake was preferable, anything piercing a vampire’s heart immobilized them, making them easy prey for a killing decapitation.
“Seina,” Colten said, his voice weak as he clutched at his partner’s chest. Tears stained Seina’s bloody dress as he tugged at her tight.
“And that’s that,” the Kaguya clone said, gesturing at her fallen foes. “That makes me the ultimate, uncontested being in the multiverse!”
“Are you happy?” Charity snapped back. “Was it worth the pain and torment you caused?”
“No, probably not.” A rare somberness entered the vampire queen’s voice. “But I had no choice. I need to survive!”
“Survival isn’t enough, you know!” Charity replied.
The Kaguya clone only shrugged. “It’s too late for regrets now, you know that. I made my bed many centuries ago. I’m a monster. There’s no changing that. All that’s left is to claim my ultimate prize.”
“No, you won’t!” Blood stained Colten’s pure white fur as he tugged at the knife impaled in his partner’s chest. Each blade tore deep into her flesh, almost impossible to pull out. Yet, the fairy persisted, refusing to surrender.
“You’ve ruined everything! You spoiled my partner, and made her think she’s a monster, killed my only family and my home, and you’ve brought no end of torment to the multiverse.” Tears dripped onto Seina’s chest as Colten did the bloody deed, just barely pulling a singular knife free. Unfortunately, he had at least several dozen more. Still, he continued to struggle on, anyway. “I won’t let you get your way! Never!”
“Colten,” Seina rasped, touched by her partner’s courage.
“Brave, but pointless.” Several thrown blades impaled Colten, his tiny body becoming a fluffy red pincushion. Yet, Colten persisted, grunting as he pulled free another knife. The fairy refused to allow anything to deter him from his goal. While his spirit was fierce, his body couldn’t match the demand, and he collapsed onto his partner, too savaged to move.
“Colten.” Seina fought against the paralysis. Anything to help her partner, but it was no use. Like Colten’s efforts, they’d been ultimately pointless.
“I’m sorry, Seina,” Colten said in a ragged breath. “I failed to protect you. If only I’d been stronger.”
“Hey, don’t say that.” Gentle tears leaked from Seina’s eyes. “You’re stronger. Stronger than me. You’re a true friend.”
“Seina, thank you.” Colten crawled over to her open palm and grabbed it. Despite his weakness, he gave it a firm squeeze. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. I don’t deserve you.” Only the fairy seemed to see beyond her hideous condition. A warmth grew inside her heart, burning like the sun. It hurt, but it made her happy. Take it, a voice seemed to say. Should she? Would it even do any good?
“Do it. Take it,” Colten whispered. Had he felt the power, too? Sudden strength seemed to fill one of her limbs. She pulled Colten close to her heart, and the warmth exploded into a light bright enough to engulf the multiverse.
“Impossible! No one gets this many miracles. No one!” Clone Kaguya cried in utter disbelief.
“Ugh, what?” Takako said, stirring from her stupor. “What’s with the bright light?”
“Heh, I knew she could do it,” Paliah said as his eyes fluttered open. “Seina always destroys every obstacle in her path.”
“Huh?” Seina stared down at herself, mesmerized. She shone like a star, gentle pink light illuminating everything around her. Her outfit had changed, becoming a pure pink flower with white accented petals. A golden halo floated behind her, making a figure of pure radiance.
“Pretty cool, huh?” a voice said in her head.
“Colten?” Seina realized what had happened. She’d joined with her partner, their power becoming one. Somehow, the gift from her future self had allowed her to obtain this form.
“Use this power wisely,” the echo of her future self said, then went quiet, Seina suspecting her future self had sacrificed everything to make this miracle possible. No longer did her vampiric thirst bother her, sated by the very love of everyone around her. Had she discovered an alternative source to feed off of?
“No! It can’t be! Impossible!” the clone Kaguya said, fuming.
“Look at that! You’re screwed now!” Takako taunted. “We’re about to kick your ass!”
“Yeah, let’s finish this,” Paliah said, drawing his blade and preparing for battle.
“No! This can’t be the end. I refuse it!” the clone Kaguya said, her face twisting into a distorted mask of hate and frustration. “I’ll end it all before I let you win!”
“No,” Thousands of clones just evaporated into dust as Seina spoke these simple words. Enough was enough already. And she directed her ire at the obelisk that bore the vampire queen’s face. She opened a palm and a piece of gnarled wood with a pink gem floating within its curled head appeared within it.
More clones appeared to block her path, countless beyond number, but they exploded with a mere gesture of Seina’s hand. She marveled at her ability. She’d never had such control over her powers before.
“Well, duh. You have me helping you!” Colten said, his voice smug.
“What would I do without you?” Seina replied. Clones tried attacking her from behind, but piercing bullets blasted them to pieces. Her friends had her back, and it pushed her forward.
“No!” Kaguya flailed as she failed to stop Seina’s advance. Once, she’d gotten lucky and locked the super magical girl in another time lock. But Seina only gestured with her staff, and the trap burst to pieces. Nothing would deter her from her goal. Anything Kaguya threw against her, Seina only muscled through. Kaguya tried other tricks, warping space-time to make the distance between her and Seina’s group an impenetrable gulf. Even that didn’t slow Seina down, becoming a smear of pink across the boundless landscape as she increased her speed.
“Impossible. There must be something you can’t break!” Kaguya said, desperation entering her voice as Seina approached the almost infinite Needle of the Cosmos. Too late, the vampire queen realized the dangers of fusing with the stationary obelisk.
“You’re finished!” Seina said, reality rippling as she delivered a punch to destroy the heavens. She recoiled in pain as the impenetrable magic protecting the Needle deflected her blow. The momentary distraction allowed the countless clones to pounce, each blade poised to cut her to ribbons.
“Then just keep trying,” Paliah said, his holy blade tearing a path of destruction through the clones. “Beat it down until it cracks to pieces!”
“Yeah, we got this,” Takako’s twin pistols summoned bursts of brilliant sunlight that caused the clones to burst into ash.
“Never! I’ve got the power of both my future and past self.” Kaguya said. A beam lanced across space, and Seina just dodged past it.
What can I do? Kaguya’s become invincible! She’s the perfect merger of both worlds!
“Is she though?” Colten asked. “She’s a living paradox, nothing close to stable!”
“Could it be that simple?” Seina wondered. “Takako, can you find any weaknesses?”
“On it!” Takako fired a barrage of bullets into the Needle’s structure, only for Kaguya clones to burst into dust as they took the bullets to protect their main body. They continued to hamper their plan, countless clones clinging to the Needle to make it impossible to hit its surface.
But a sly smile crossed Takako’s lips, undeterred. “Fine, be that way. Let me try something else. Paliah, I need your help.”
“Oh?” the white knight said as he took a clone’s head.
“Send this bullet back in time.” Without warning, she shot at Paliah.
“Gah!” Paliah flinched, his sword just catching the projectile. It vanished as it touched the blade. “Give me a warning next time, Takako!”
“What? And give away the plan?” Takako said, all innocence. She smirked, her eyes lighting with triumph.
“Curse you! You!” Kaguya said, lost for words. “So that’s what that was?!”
“What happened?” Seina asked.
“I sent the bullet back about four minutes ago. Hit just as I predicted it would,” Paliah replied.
“And now I know your weakness, Devil Princess,” Takako said. “Don’t let her impossible power fool you. She’s on the verge of crumbling to dust.” Seina asked why, but Takako refused to elaborate, waiting for Seina to get it. What was with these riddles?
While annoyed, Seina thought it through. Then, a light flashed in her head, hitting herself for forgetting something that obvious. “Didn’t Kaguya mention earlier she was using the Wicked Queen’s power to combine her two selves together?”
“Yes, she did,” Takako replied. “But she overlooked something. To free her real body, Kaguya has caused untold suffering to weaken the Wicked Queen’s power. The power she’s depending on to keep her paradox stable.”
Pure panic crossed over the stone form of Kaguya’s face, realizing just how badly she’d overlooked such a crucial fact.
Takako pointed a finger at a point below the face. “Hit there. That’s the weakest point. Your ability can break anything, right? Use it to shatter what remains of the Wicked Queen’s power.”
“No! I won’t let you!” The Needle trembled as the Devil Princess unleashed her every reserve of power. Seina gasped as time fractured, countless fragments of possibility appearing before her. It was utter chaos, as everything possible happened at once. She screamed as she died countless painful deaths, but also screamed in triumph as she experienced countless victories over her foe.
“It’s too much!” Seina screamed, her senses overloaded as countless billions of experiences bombarded her.
“No, I got you!” Paliah cried, his grip binding her like an anchor in time. “We almost have her!”
“Yeah, we got this!” Takako said, holding the white knight’s other arm. Together, Paliah guided them through the chaotic time. After what seemed like an eternity, they reached the towering summit of the Needle.
“No!” Kaguya tried summoning more clones to protect herself, but her whirlwind of chaotic time only tore them to pieces. They weren’t strong enough to survive in the time vortex she’d created.
“Enough is enough! We’re getting the peace we deserve!” Seina said. Her staff pointed at the weak point Takako had found. Light gathered within its gem, taking in all the love and friendship the three friends had shared on this crazy day. While their time together had been brief, an unbreakable connection had formed between them.
“Do it, Seina. Finish her!” Colten echoed in her mind.
“It's over, Devil Princess! We’re tearing that tower down!” Takako said, pointing her white pistol at the Needle.
“Finish this!” Paliah said, giving both this friend’s hands a reassuring squeeze.
“Ready?” Takako said, giving Seina a cocksure smile.
“Always!” Seina said, smiling back.
“Heart’s Finale!” The multiverse rumbled at the sheer magical weight of the two magical girls combined attack. Kaguya tried everything to divert or corrupt the incoming rainbow-colored beam, anything to save her stony skin. Each girl’s beam power perfectly complemented the other. Seina’s half was pure raw strength, steadfast in its courage. Takako’s was clever and slippery, always a trick behind a trick. Together, they were indomitable, unstoppable.
“Gah!” The beam tore through the Needle of the Cosmos like brittle glass, shattering into countless grains of powder. Takako’s power destabilized Arisu’s magic, while Seina’s acted like a hammer with the weight of the cosmos behind it.
“No!” Cracks formed around Kaguya’s stone face as her existence collapsed from the sheer impossible paradox. Past and future collide, causing a fatal error in history. But anguish turned to resignation as each stone fragment faded away.
“So, I’m finished, eh?” Kaguya said through faded, raspy words before uttering a dry chuckle. “Finally, finally.”
“Kaguya,” Despite everything, the Devil Princess had been a mentor of sorts to her.
“No, it’s fine. It’s what I deserve. But now I can finally rest.” Despite being only fragments of a crumbling stone, its expression seemed forlorn. “I wish I could have seen Arisu again before the end. She’s the only person who’s ever really given a damn about me. Tell her it’s been fun. I won’t ask for forgiveness. I’m well beyond that. But tell her, she’ll always be a friend.” Resigned to her fate, Kaguya allowed herself to fall into nonexistence as the paradox destroyed the last Devil Princess for good.
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Moment of Awesome - Arthur Centino/Longshot:With Death in New York and Hope down, Arthur steps in. Showing how dangerous his powers can really be.
The man's eye was pulsing steadily. Unseen, the threads of probability tensed.
He let loose the dagger in a fluid flourish, and its handle bounced squarely off Death's forehead. Another lucky shot.
"Sorry," Arthur said. "I had trouble believing someone could be so melodramatic, and I figured you might not be real. Had to double check, you know?"
The dagger clattered to Death's feet as the Horseman simply stared at him, unimpressed.
"I take this to mean the two of you plan to persist until terminally prevented from doing so, then." With a heavy sigh, the Horseman rolled his neck and took a step forward. "Well, if we must, let's get it over w—"
Death’s intent was the final roll of the dice needed. The taught threads pulled tight, and Arthur’s eye flared.
One has a 1 in 15,300 chance of being hit by lightning.
A sharp boom interrupted the Horseman’s words, followed by a shrill approaching roar. Arthur picked up his pace as he crossed the distance to the fallen Hope.
Only 1 in 8 million people are struck by lightning twice in their lives.
His boots landed close to one of the few scattered knives that one actually struck true, somehow puncturing an intake to a discarded propane tank toppled in Hope’s show of telekinetic force. It hissed as it leaked vaporized gas.
Now, the chances of being in a building collapse are hard to quantify.
Were the swaying walls in the abandoned structure caused by lines of forces, or a result of neglect? Had the previous flooding underscored years of a weakening foundation? Either way, the cracking of concrete joined the building cacophony.
They say the chance of being hit by falling space debris is less than a billion to 1.
The roar crescendoed as everything happened at once. What has previously been only a streak in the sky above New York had steadily grown in size during Arthur’s stalling, the approaching remnant of a discarded rocket fuselage burning bright as it reentered the atmosphere. It struck right in the center of the improvised circle of knives. Right into Death.
At the same time, the gathering forces of stress finally broke the nearby derelict brownstone. Sheets of concrete and drywall fell as the building collapsed into its sinking foundation.
Another strike of lightning was the cherry on top, igniting the gas in a sonorous THWUM.
Arthur vaulted over reigning debris and rolled, scooping the redheaded girl into his arms to just miss being smashed by a slab of concrete. A slab that provided excellent cover for the small canister explosion.
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Jamil 3
Summary: Within a den of ink-made snakes, Jamil was right at the center.
(Sanctuary AU incoming! Heavy angst, so warning to you. Tread with caution. Physical abuse implication, and snakes. Lots of snakes. And um…implied skinning…yeah.)
It was supposed to be his little spot of paradise, a small kingdom filled to the brim with mind washed fools that cater to his every whim and need. He can make them dance, make them sing his praises, make them rip and tear their clothes they spent so much money on.
Jamil commanded them to tear up their bedrooms, commanded them to kick out every servant and bodyguard so that none may intervene on his fun, commanded them to ruin themselves in the eyes of every loved on they have. Is this not a proper price to pay? Surely he’s allowed to do this much.
And surely they won’t miss a single piece of their oh so precious snake skin clothing.
They won’t need it. Jamil made sure they won’t want for it. He made them all march into his room—the biggest he could take—arms bundled up with as much of the black material as they could. He wanted them to cut it up, into little pieces, into messy strips so that it can never be put together.
But his joints locked up, his scarred skin shivering and feeling foreign on his own body when a silver blade nicked the skin.
Jamil commanded them out, puddles of ink frothing to life to become millions of snake servants, locking their fangs into their limbs to drag them out. They kicked, they screamed back into lucidity, but Jamil could only curl up into a corner of his bed.
The bed wasn’t made, only a mess of colorful fabrics with no discernible pattern or style in mind. Only memories. That’s the only theme to Jamil, memories. Jamil remembered this pattern of stripes on a shirt of yours, of this dark blue on a jacket, of the red of a dress shirt of yours. They may not be the same material, but it was enough. It should be enough…
…he hates how powerless he was, how easily he was taken from your home. He hates that you couldn’t see him take on this form, see him grow into his newly awaken magic prowess.
And he hates how it was all ruined, hates how his body became a mess of scars and tears. Maybe it’s better you don’t find him at all?
Ha, what a stupid hope he still holds. His sister would laugh at him, if she were here.
Jamil no longer let anyone in his room.
These snake servants, unable to think for themselves, unable to hold knives, scissors and pulling instruments, were all that kept him and the family he’s forced to serve apart. He can feel them slither about, crawling over each other, coming together into one big pile that’s no different than a river of ink.
They’re perfect companions, even though they never talked back to him. It’s enough that they listen to him. They’ll never tell anyone of what he whispers to them, of his most precious memories of you, of Kalim. No one will know, so no one will hurt them.
But then, on the outer line of his ink servants, his tether to them vanished. A sizable portion was suddenly wiped out. He can’t see through their eyes, nor hear through their ears, but he can feel them simply dissolve, as though salt in water.
Of course, it was only a matter of time. It’s only natural that a family with this much money would have someone in their back pocket to come and protect them. Of course they have people that will protect them.
His blood soured in his veins, his saliva bitter on his tongue, but all Jamil wanted to do was curl tighter into his bed. The snakes slithered over his door, over his tail as though to hide him from sight.
But they, too, were easily dispelled. There wasn’t a fantastic boom or symphony of sound. They simply lost their form, almost willingly.
The door creaked open and Jamil buried his face into his blankets.
Footsteps sounded out crystal clear. They got closer until they stopped right at his head. If this person came to deliver him death, he can only hope they have the same mercy as they did on his ink servants.
A gentle hand smoothed over his hair, coaxing him to look up.
“Jamil,” you cupped his cheek, gazing at him with the same gentleness as always, as though Jamil was still his smaller, pet-like self, “let’s go home, okay?”
Ink dripped from his fingertips, but you didn’t seem to care, not when he touched your hand, not when he touched your face, not even when he surged towards you and hugged you close.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst-drabbles#ask#drabble#scarabia#jamil#jamil viper#sanctuary au#reader insert
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eyes, nose, lips | s.kiszka x reader (you choose lust)
"I can still feel you, but like a burnt out flame, burnt and destroyed all of our love"
- in which you discover how dangerous a broken heart can be -
warnings: smut, mentions of medical spaces,
please read!: i suggest u read the last bit of part 2, as the beginning of this part is the real continuation of that last part.
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Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
You could swear all you could hear was your heart beating really loud. The street was almost empty, only some cars and people going from here to there, ignoring the rom com going around.
You tried for once to stop and think about what was going on around you. To do so, you turned your head to one side and found Sam holding his body’s weight onto the railing separating the street from the river behind your back. His cheeks were stained in red as his lungs were fighting to recover the air he had lost all those blocks behind, as he began chasing you. The image in front of you just triggered the greatest memories, as it was resembling the Sam you had been seeing all these post months either beneath your body or on top of it.
It was amazing the emotions Sam could make you feel by just being exhausted. You loved how he would never get tired, not at all, and forget about giving up. In this man’s eyes there was nothing but determination when it came to you. He would never put pressure on you, but he seemed to know you so damn well, that he would know exactly when to push your buttons and when to remain silent. The sight upon your eyes was too much to take, and if it wasn’t because you were in public and completely agitated, you would have let him take you right there.
But another man was on the street by your side, and so you turned your head to face him. Jake did not look any different from Sam, though his eyes were screaming other things. You could hear the profanities inside his head by just staring at the pair of eyes that once looked at you with nothing but love and tenderness. However, those eyes were penetrating your soul, as his brain was too focused on gaining his composure to yell at you.
You decided to turn your head once more towards Sam, but this time he was blurry. Way too blurry. Was Jake blurry too? You turned your head around and yes, the answer was yes. Why was everything so…. blurry suddenly?
You had no idea, as you could only remember your name being screamed from the bottom of these boys’ hearts while your entire world turned black.
By the time you opened your eyes, your head felt like it had millions of knives stabbed into it. It was killing you from the inside, and the pain was not bearable.
“God, make it stop” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you tried to sit back.
“Oh, you’re awake” the voice speaking was not the one you truly wanted to hear
Once your head was ready to receive light, you opened your eyes, only to find Jake standing across the room, arms crossed above his chest and nothing but annoyance painting his face.
“Is this how you’re gonna treat me? I basically vanished on the street and you’re already annoyed?” you spit back, knowing well that being defensive was probably not the best idea
“I’m annoyed because all I do is chase you, Y/N. It’s been years of you running away every time there’s a problem. My heart can’t take all these jumpscares!” Jake cried out, extending his arms as he walked around the room
“So all that love speech you gave me? All those ‘I love you so much’ and the ‘I will fight for you’? Was it all a lie?” you asked as you mimicked his body language, crossing your arms over your chest
“I had the time to think” he nodded, now his hands on his waist as he looked at you “I love you, I never lied. But there’s not much else I can do for someone that, not even after being caught, can decide between fucking someone and the love of their life. Because you said that, you always said I was the love of your life. Was it all a lie?”
You giggled sadly before replying.
“I don’t know anymore. I said so many things I’m not sure they’re real anymore” you made a pause before continuing, your eyes now avoiding his, as your stare was lost in the window “You know how they say, when we look at the stars, we’re not really looking at them, but at their past? Because light travels really slow, and in fact some of these stars don’t exist anymore. I think that is exactly what is happening to us now. I’m starting to think our love died a long time ago and we’re just now realizing it’s gone. All this time we thought we were fighting for love but it was all a lie, Jake. We were fighting for a past that it’s gone now, that we’re forcing it to continue existing, and yet it’s doing nothing but hurting us”
Jake nodded slowly as he digested your words. Once he had believed he understood your message, he took his jacket from the couch and looked at you one more time before abandoning the room.
“I guess we’re done fighting for good now” Jake swallowed before releasing his last words “I’m sorry. Goodbye, Y/N”
And with that being said, you were left alone in a hospital room at 3am. Everything was too silent after a break up, and it is even worse when it happens at a hospital. This was not the end you had imagined, but somehow you were not as heart broken as you expected. Still, some tears left your eyes as you replayed the last conversation with the man you always believed would be the last one you will ever love. Now all your truths and all your lies were on the table, ready to be judged. Without anything holding you back, without anything torturing your soul, what was left for you?
It was a tough decision, the one you had made. But the more you stayed at one place, the more suffocating everything felt. You knew you were probably hurting a lot of people, but for once in your life you had to focus on yourself, and sometimes there needs to be pain in order to be able to move on and live a better, healthier life.
This was a harsh reality Jake was going to learn the next day when he went back to the hospital for you. He had spent the whole night discussing with Josh, as the latter was the only one mature enough to actually help Jake’s mind get on track. Josh, despite not liking you much, believed things should be talked about thoroughly, and that a long term relationship could not be thrown to the trash in the matter of minutes.
“You want me to go back there and fix this? Me? I don’t think I’m the one who should fix anything!” Jake yelled as he poured down another drink
“I know that, but she’s not in her right mind and you should be the mature one to talk this through, Jakey. Trust me, you’ll regret this for the rest of your life” Josh defended his position as he joined his brother in another drinking round
“What about Sam? They had been fucking all this time, what if he’s there? what am I gonna do?” the long haired boy inquired as he stared at his glass
“Sam’s too shocked to speak now. Danny called me while you waited for Y/N to wake up”
Jake remained silent for a while as he processed what his twin brother was saying.
“Fine” he finally said after a sigh “I’ll go tomorrow and try to fix this, only if she cooperates. I told her, Josh, I can’t do much for someone who will not fight for us too”
“Alright, do as you please” Josh ended the conversation with a small smile, looking to cheer up his brother.
However, the cheerness did not last long, as the boys found an empty hospital room the next morning.
“She really is gone” Josh spoke as his brother investigated the room
“She was discharged first hour this morning” a nurse suddenly said as she entered the room
“Did she say where she was going?” Jake finally managed to speak
“She only asked me where she could heal her heart from love. I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about so I said no”
The pair of twins were too stunned to speak. Josh immediately felt Jake’s anguish rising up, and his own concerned self could only feel worse as he watched how his brother was processing the harsh break up he could not take back, no matter how regretful he was feeling.
Because, little did they know, by then you were far, very far away. You knew deep down that running from your problems was not the solution, despite being the one you had always used. It was a habit by now, like a vice you would say. And vices are very hard to abandon. So now, with the clearest mind you could get, you hopped onto the plane and towards the other side of the country. New York was waiting for you to heal what could be healed, and to forget what you couldn’t fix.
Though you had spent your entire life regretting every single decision of escape, this one time, you were thankful you did. You came to the realization that all you were needing was giving yourself a break. Your mind and heart had never felt so light before. You were worrying about nothing but how to make it to the end of the month. But that was fine, it was New York; everybody was struggling like you.
You had made the greatest of friends in the matter of days. These people were as heartbroken as you, each one for different reasons. You had people who were fighting their dreams, others running away from agonizing relationships, and some others who just wanted to experience life. You were a bit of all of them, at this point. Yet, deep inside, you still believed there could have been a much more mature, civilized way of giving closure to the one you were sure was the most important part of your life so far. But just the thought of facing Jake once more after everything that had been said and done was enough to give you an anxiety attack. This was much better for your soul, despite being probably immature. But nothing could affect you anymore, as you were far from the source of your pain.
By now Jake believed this was the best he could ever get. It did take him some time, however.
“She’s really gone” Jake muttered as he glanced at his empty bed, his brother suddenly appearing from behind
“You know she’s alive, right?” the other joked slightly, trying to gain a good laugh from his brother
“She’s dead to me” Jake suddenly commented, Josh’s smile vanishing within seconds
“Don’t say that”
“I’m sorry, didn’t you spend like a good time of our relationship telling me to break up with her?” the guitarist suddenly spit, turning around to face his twin
“Um, yeah” Josh replied nervously “But you always seemed so in love, I thought I was not gonna…be right”
Jake sighed before closing his eyes.
“I don’t even know how I’m gonna face Sam” he was still upset about all this, now only realizing the one who truly was the culprit was his own brother
“If you think about it, she’s gone from your arms and his too” Josh was right, and Jake knew it
“Still, man. He lied, to Y/N and to me, but especially to Y/N. None of this would have happened if he would have just said ‘wait, you’re dating my brother’ or something”
“Jake” Josh started, hating to be the one to break it up to his brother “Don’t you think…all of you are to be blamed at the end of the day?”
“Joshy…I got cheated on. Let me remind of you that”
“No, yes, I know. But like” Josh was messing around his words like usual, trying to find the best speech “Sam should have never lied, but you and Y/N had one fight and then never spoke. Did you never stop to think ‘wait, why is my girlfriend so silent and distant?’. I love you, man, but what killed this relationship was not Sam lying around to get laid, though that was an issue. What ended this whole thing was both yours and Y/N’s stubbornness. All you needed to do was sit down and fucking talk. Communication is key in a relationship, you know that”
It was times like this where Jake was thankful for having Josh in his life. His brother always had the right words to say, and knew him well to know what needed to be said and when. Josh’s words lived inside Jake’s mind for a while, and they actually helped him to face Sam the next day, and the other, and finally the rest of the months.
The brotherhood that once existed had died a bit, but the band was still strong. With time, Sam learnt to forget about you. Yes, you had ended your relationship with Jake for good so nobody would get hurt again. But you didn’t only escape from your ex; you also ran away from Sam.
The young bassist was really hurt at first, though nobody really noticed as he kept it in silence as much as he could. Everybody thought he had lied to fuck you, but they were unaware of his strong feelings for you.
That one time you had said to him “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking”, Sam thought he had been caught. But apparently, all you had caught was his eyes wandering around your body whenever you were (allegedly) distracted. Or how he could not concentrate on your speech as his eyes were focused on the way your lips moved so softly. Or how he would not waste an opportunity to touch you, innocently or not.
But you never realized how fast his heart would beat whenever you complimented his instrument skills. Or how he would not waste an opportunity to hang out with you, just to hear you talk about your passions and likes. Or how he would spend endless nights listening to your favorite music or watching your favorite movie so that the next day you two could have something to talk about.
It took him years, but Sam had fallen in love with you. It was torturous; how do you fall in love with your brother’s girlfriend? And your thing was not light. Your relationship was dead serious and Sam was aware of it. The more days he would spend with you and Jake, the more sure he was that he had no chance at all.
That’s why he lied so much, though. He was pretty conscious of the consequences it would have and how badly it was going to affect you more than anybody else. But this boy had only one thing in mind and that was the engine of his actions.
“If I can make her fall in love with me, I’ll be immortal”
Those words had come out of Sam’s mouth one night he had gone for drinks with his band. No, he wasn’t talking about you. I mean, yeah he was, but the rest had no idea it was about you.
“Huh? What are you saying?” Danny asked upon hearing his best friend pretend to be Romeo
“I’m in love, Daniel” he said, at last “I’m in love with the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life”
“Who is the lucky bastard?” Jake joked, gaining some collaborative laughter. Sam didn’t laugh, as he was aware the answer would kill his brother.
“It doesn’t matter, bro. She doesn’t know I exist, basically” it was a lie, one that would soon bring another lie “But she will be mine at the end of the day. And, like I said, if I can make her fall in love with me, I’ll be immortal for sure”
All Sam received were nods from his bandmates.
“Can we use that for a song?” like always, Josh cracked another joke, changing the mood on the table.
However, Sam could not be more honest for once. He was determined to get your heart, even if it meant being used for sex.
Because he knew what he was getting into when he allowed a no-attachments relationship with you to happen. He hated it inside his guts, knowing each phone call with an invitation only meant sex and dip. He hated dipping, he hated leaving you behind. Sam wanted to take you with him everywhere he went, though he was aware of the consequences all that had. But his heart had been broken by fake hope for so long that, now, it was unaware of the pain it could cause. The more you would heal his heart from that nonexistent hope, the less aware he was of the aftereffect of his actions.
However, none of this mattered the second he heard Jake’s voice from behind his back, calling his lover’s name with so much tenderness that could break any heart. It scared him; he felt his world shaking as he feared to turn around. And it scared him more when he glanced at you, to find you completely speechless. Many things went through his head, the first one being pure panic as your skin had lost its color within seconds. You were not breathing, and he truly believed you could have a panic attack right there. It wouldn’t have been the first and by then he knew what he had to do. But he still didn’t want you to be so afflicted by the person who then was (sort of) an ex boyfriend, his own brother.
Nevertheless, what Sam truly feared was losing you. He knew, down his heart, that it would only take you and Jake one more encounter to realize you still had feelings for each other. Because it was obvious that you could never get over Jake so quickly. He had been the love of your life all those years; that is not something you just erase from one day to the other. But there he was, his older brother smoking a cigarette as his mouth hung open, eyes nailed on his own lover and heart beating so fast even the people inside the bar could hear.
So it was also pretty evident that Jake would fight Sam to be the one there for you when you woke up. The fight was horrible as always, Sam losing as Jake had Josh by his side. The eldest brother was the hardest one to defeat. He was not the most stubborn in the room, but he was the ugliest when mad. That could be torture for others, but for Josh, it helped him win an argument. Like it did then. Sam was too shocked by all the things going on that he just didn’t have the energy to fight back.
He heard about your disappearance the following morning when Danny visited his apartment. Sam should have seen it coming, but it still hurt him. You had made a decision that did not include him. You obviously were not gone forever, but Sam felt it was that way. He felt like all those months together meant nothing for you. But it did mean something to him, and that was all he cared about. You leaving was not gonna change the fact that he was deeply, madly in love with you.
Months later, and miles away, you did not care about anybody but you. You deserved it, at least you believed that. You were a strong believer that, though you were not the only culprit, you indeed were also a victim. Everybody in that situation just needed to get away from each other, and you did it with no guilt. Your life was working perfectly, and you couldn’t be happier. You had made a decision, however, of just enjoying living a normal life without listening to your desires or needs. No sex for a while, no feelings for a while. Just work, drinks and friends. You didn’t need anything else but that.
But you should have known, Fate always had something waiting for you.
It was disappointing to hear your friend couldn’t make it to the cinema like she had promised, but you understood how important her audition was. However, the tickets had been bought and you were not gonna let them go to waste. You put on a pretty skirt, slightly short but you liked it, with a white short shirt and a leather jacket, and when you felt pretty enough, you abandoned your rented apartment and headed to the cinema.
It was rather empty, given that it was Friday night. But you didn’t mind as you sat down with a drink in hand, ready to clear your mind. The movie hadn’t started and was not going to start in the next ten minutes. You decided to then check your phone, as you had nobody to talk to. And then it happened.
You felt something hitting your head, though it was so soft you could barely notice it.
And another.
And one more.
And then a fourth time, this one skipping your head and landing on your lap.
You took the weapon used against your head with your fingers. Was it…popcorn? You cursed under your breath at the possible kid annoying you from behind you. It soon hit you, though.
This was an 18+ movie.
With that idea in mind, you turned your head to face the culprit, only to have your heart dropping instantly.
Only four rows behind you, almost above you, Sam sat there, with a huge popcorn bucket in hand and a smirk on his face. You had never lost your breath so quickly before. Was Sam really there? You narrowed your eyes and, when you caught the man laughing, you realized then it was your former lover. Sam Kiszka was sitting right there, at a random cinema in New York, just centimetres away from you.
“Sam?” you yelled as chatter around you made it impossible to have a normal conversation
“It really is Fate, isn’t it?” Sam yelled back, smiling widely “I was told you were at Alaska”
You laughed softly, remembering the little lie you had spilled around. You knew someone would try finding you, and so you had prepared a plan B, in case this could happen.
“What are you doing here? Are you alone?” it was the last question that you truly cared about, but Sam’s nod was enough for you to get up and walk towards his row.
“Please, join me. I’m not a fan of being alone much” he pleaded with his signature sad wet puppy eyes. It had some power on you that you could not fight back
“If I must” you replied with a smile, sitting by his side
“I missed you” he suddenly spit, his eyes obviously already on you
“I did too” you decided to say, though it was not much of a lie like you believed
“Is running away really helpful?” Sam spoke without thinking much, something he regretted the second the words left his mouth.
Luckily for you, the lights went off and the screen was filled with images. You smiled, not sure why though, as you replied.
“Watch the movie, Samuel. That’s what you’re here for, right?” you decided to glance at him, knowing the effect your stare had on him.
He nodded as he swallowed, but little did you know Sam was not the lost puppy he had shown you all those months ago, when you first slept with him. This Sam was more confident than ever. He had managed to step inside your heart as he had always planned, and you never once realized he had learnt everything he needed to know about you (or at least what you showed him). Sam was aware of what you needed and desired without having to hear it coming from your mouth. He had learnt to concentrate enough to hear your thoughts.
He waited, though. At least he waited for a while as he had these thoughts in mind. He waited until it was the right moment, and when such a thing came, he didn’t waste time.
You were expecting something from him as it was Sam we are talking about. But you never expected a hand on your thigh. Maybe a few words, a bit of teasing. But never something so risky. You could easily slap his hand off, maybe his face too. But you didn’t want to. That fire he could ignite with just one touch came back, and you then realized how much you had missed it.
The hand was gripping your thigh tightly, though his fingers were massaging the flesh anxiously. There was so much he wanted to do, but he held himself back. This could be the one last time he could do this, and he was not going to blow it.
There was something that began bothering you down your core. So easily? Could he really drive you crazy so easily? You wanted to believe that you could get wet so quickly because you hadn’t had sex in a while. But you were lying. You were conscious of Sam’s effect on you, and this was evidence A.
Evidence B went by instantly, as his hand stopped gripping and began stroking. His long fingers could reach anywhere, and they slowly teased your inner thigh, as close as he could get to your underwear. You were fighting the urge to cut the tease somehow, either by pushing it away or by grabbing the hand and approaching its target. It was killing you inside, but you were not going to give Sam what he was looking for. At least not so easily.
There was not much you could do when his finger finally found your heat. You were soaking wet, you knew it, and so it was not much of a surprise when he finally spoke again.
“God, is this all because of me, darling?”
That fucking petname could make you get even wetter. You hesitated whether to reply or not, but you decided to give him the luxury of doubting. Sam was determined, however, to receive an answer.
One finger got dangerously close to your clit. It didn’t surprise you that he knew your body so well. He began moving his finger around, slowly at first, but putting enough pressure on you. The feeling was too good, and you had to bite your lip to keep your moans in. Sam knew how to push your buttons perfectly, and so he had realized by now he had you wrapped around his finger, I mean, almost literally.
“Take them off for me” he commanded, low voice whispering into your ear
What made you obey so fast? You had no idea. The room was more crowded than you expected, and so you struggled to do it without being noticed. Once you had your panties in hand, Sam took them with one fast movement, his mouth reaching to your ear once more.
“Now spread your legs for me, darling, and let me hear you moan”
You hated how you could basically cum with just those words. But you were fighting your desire as much as you could, though not much could be done once you felt your fingers directly on your clit. Moans were threatening to come out of your mouth, but you couldn’t give him what he wanted so quickly. You hugged his arm and lied your mouth on his shoulder, knowing you could bite it to prevent any noise coming out.
The theatre was rather quiet, given that the movie was pretty loud. Gunshots and screaming came out from the speakers as you were feeling the knot in your stomach that you knew so well. Sam never stopped circling your clit, pinching it sometimes, as his other fingers found your entrance. It didn’t take any movement for them to slip inside.
“Fuck, you’re fucking soaking. You needed this so badly, didn’t you?” Sam commented, his mouth attached to your head as he whispered his words into your hair, leaving soft kisses on it
He sped up, his pace never changing as you were struggling each time more. A few soft moans left your mouth, only loud enough for Sam to hear. You now were fearing someone could hear the wet sounds your heat was making, and Sam increasing speed was not helping.
However, and before the movie could finish, you did. The orgasm felt so good, something you had been needing for a long time and you didn’t know. The wide smirk painted on Sam’s face was going to be impossible to erase, but you didn’t mind anymore. You were feeling dizzy as Sam retreated his fingers, these ones traveling straight into his mouth. As he sucked on them, your eyes found his staring at you. The sight could only turn you on again, and you could feel yourself getting wet again. But then you remembered.
“Give them back” you asked, your breathing slowly going back to normal
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”
Sam's raised eyebrow and devilish smile was enough answer for you, and you had an idea or two by then of what would happen after the movie ended. A movie you had no idea what even was about, as you had spent the entire time thinking about Sam.
Once outside the theatre, your hand automatically held down your skirt as the wind seemed to know you were going commando. You could see your panties popping off Sam’s pocket, but he had no intentions of helping you out. Instead, his hand went to your lower back, and in his most dominating form, he guided you to walk with him.
It was then when you realized the reality you were living. Once more, for the third time in your life, you had ran into Sam at a cinema theatre, the two of you unaccompanied and with a strong loneliness possessing your souls. It was truly meant to be, and Fate was again making you doubt.
After a few blocks walked in silence, Sam stopped in front of a really expensive hotel. Without making questions, you followed him inside and into the elevator, where he pushed the button taking you to the 49th floor.
“How come you’re here alone?” you questioned out of nowhere, as the silence was not killing you a bit
“Shit’s not good back home” he only replied, looking like he was thinking his answer a bit “The guys went back home, Danny went to LA to see his girl. I couldn’t go home, as you can imagine”
“And why New York?” you looked at him now, seeing the smile making a comeback. He only answered after glancing back at you
“Had a hunch I should be here”
“Is this Fate again? Or are you, once more, lying to get in my pants?” you were also not the person Sam had slept with those months ago, and you were not holding back anymore
He swallowed before responding.
“Nobody knew where you were. Only an acquaintance told us about Alaska. Jake even thought about flying to find you. Josh convinced him that it was truly over. I believed it too, though”
“You thought about looking for me?” the elevator was almost there, but you had more questions than answers.
Sam waited until you had arrived at the marked floor.
“I didn’t want to search for someone who didn’t want to be found”
He left you behind as he made his way out of the elevator. It felt like a breaking point; he was not entirely wrong, but deep down you expected the first months to have anybody at your door begging you to go back home. Anybody, really, even Josh. You desired to feel wanted, but Sam was right; you didn’t wanna be found either.
As you watched the doors begin closing, you quickly stepped outside, watching the fall guy walking towards a door. You followed right behind, as he was waiting for you to catch up.
While Sam waited as you walked inside the room, his own words kept playing inside his head. He didn’t comprehend how easy it was to lie. He had looked for you everywhere. He called every single person he knew, yet nobody could find you. But he couldn’t let you know that, not when he was planning a different night. He would have time to open up later, Sam wanted to believe.
Once inside the room, your eyes were huge like the moon outside the window. The suite was as big as your apartment, even more. It never failed to surprise you how much money the guys actually had. The place smelled deliciously and the dim lights were the cherry on top. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought Sam arranged everything for you, as this was exactly the kind of environment you so much adored.
“You’re tense” Sam’s voice made you get off your head and back to reality
“What?”
“Your body is tense. You can relax, you won’t be found with me”
You hadn’t realized just how much you were clenching your jaw. The nervousness this whole situation was giving you was affecting your body and you were oblivious to it. But it didn’t matter how much you tried, you couldn’t relax. Not until you felt a couple of hands on your shoulders.
“You can’t do what you’re told to, huh?”
The way his hands massaged your shoulders touched every single nerve you had, in the greatest way possible. It was not even a sexual touch, but it was driving you insane.
“I don’t think some massages will help, Sam” you commented back
“What about this?”
That was working.
Those wet kisses on your neck he knew so well could drive you insane. And that little nibbling from time to time that was later going to leave pretty small purple marks. Now you were relaxing, yet tensing at the same time. But this tension was not of nervousness. It was of anticipation, of the night you now were sure you were going to finally have.
His hands traveled from your shoulders down your arms to finally land on your waist. With a harsh movement, you were pushed backwards, your ass now resting against his crotch. He was hard against you and your eagerness was just growing. His hands couldn’t stay still, as they kept roaming your body while his lips covered your neck. You pushed your head backwards, letting fall over his chest so he had now more access.
“Let me help you relax, my love” he whispered into your neck, one of his hands sneaking under your shirt and finding your breast.
He squished it with not much strength, but with enough to make you moan. You could feel the smirk against your neck as his second hand joined its partner, mimicking its movements with your other breast. He always knew how much attention to give to each part of your body, but the clothes were too much. With two simple moves, your shirt and bra quickly left your body to land on the floor. Now, without clothes in the middle, the soft touch of his skin over your breasts was making you clench your thighs. Your breathing began to feel heavier, but Sam had a change of plans.
He didn’t use much strength again, but he soon pushed you into the mattress that, luckily, was close to your body. You landed on your hands and knees and, feeling tired, you let your whole body lie down completely on the bed.
“Ass up, darling”
The order spoken with such a low voice made you obey with no second thoughts. You could feel air cooling your lower area, as you then remember you were not wearing underwear. As you waited for something to happen, you could hear Sam getting undressed. It made you pout, as you always adored the sight of him stripping down. But you were not in the position to request anything and so you waited patiently for something to happen.
And it did, making you squeak as a hand landed on your bare ass, leaving probably a red mark on it.
“This is probably one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen” Sam commented as he kneeled behind you.
You felt his hands stroking your legs slowly, feeling every inch of your skin. They went upwards and towards your ass, squishing it, now with much more strength, and giving your cheeks a few more hits, each one making you squeak louder. You were about to complain (though you didn’t know about what) when you felt his tongue crossing along your slit, taking every drop of your wetness into his mouth. You never realized the loud moan you had released, along with his name, until Sam withdrew from your core.
“Call my name one more time and I won’t be able to last much, my dear”
You bit your lip and nodded in agreement, replying with quite a submissive “yes”. This was not your usual self but it also wasn’t his, so nothing mattered anymore. The dizziness this whole wave of pleasure was giving you numbed all your possible thoughts. This was all you needed now.
Sam’s mouth found your heat again and, with no time awaited, he began sucking your clit, while in between stroking you down with his tongue. You had to basically bite the sheets under you to prevent you from moaning so much, it was embarrassing even. You didn’t want Sam to realize both things; how long it had been since the last time you had had sex, and how much you missed his touch.
But his tongue was working wonders with you. This man knew exactly what he was doing, as each movement done with his mouth was just fucking correct, sending millions of shivers down your spine and forming a beautiful knot that you knew you were not going to be able to handle for much longer. And such an idea was right the second Sam slipped two fingers inside you. Any other moment, the action would have hurt a bit. But you were so wet for him that you barely even felt them moving inside. Sam was not stopping, not even one second, and his pace was not changing. It was only going to take a few more thrusts of his fingers to drive you to your climax.
And so it did.
“FucK, SAM, FUCK!”
Just like that, with a few movements, Sam had you moaning his name and cumming on his face. You were dying to see his mouth covered with your juices, but you were too tired to even move. The orgasm had taken over your entire body, making you feel like you had just finished two triathlons.
Behind you, Sam was taking his time sucking on his fingers, savoring every drop of you that was soaking his entire hand. But he couldn’t waste any time, as he also needed to cum.
He positioned himself behind you, a hand stroking your ass as he watched you breathing heavily.
“Condom or not?” he asked, his voice sounding much more caring than dominating. It didn’t matter if sex was rough or not, Sam always cared for you.
“You tell me if you want a baby now” you replied, knowing how much he loved your teasing.
He chuckled and, after smacking your ass once more, he quickly climbed off bed. He found a condom inside his pants’ pocket and put it on as he made his way to the bed, placing himself in the same position from before.
“You know, if this happens more often, I’m getting a vasectomy or something” Sam joked as he grabbed his member to travel across your folds, using your juices as lube.
You wanted to laugh, but the feeling of Sam’s dick inside you made you release quite a loud moan. You could barely process what was going on as Sam started pushing himself inside you, going in and out with a slow pace so you could get used to his length.
He waited for your sign, and once you stroked his hand softly, he got the green light to begin thrusting. At first he went slow, a bit of teasing would not hurt a soul. But both of you were hungry for each other, and so he couldn’t wait much longer to thrust harshly inside you.
His hands found yours by pulling your arms off the sheets that you were holding onto for your life, and he intertwined your fingers with his.
“Fuck, you feel so good, babe. So fucking good” Sam was a moaning mess, just as badly as you were.
You loved how he never held back, no matter what. You were used to Jake being quite silent in bed, so it was a complete surprise to hear Sam so openly loud, calling your name with desperation as his pace would suddenly become much sloppier.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m really not going to be able to last much. How fucking crazy you drive me, oh my god, Y/N”
Hearing your name being moaned like that was just making you whine even more, the feeling of cumming earlier was still there and there was a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain taking over you. You were becoming a bit too sensitive down your heat, but there was not much you could do as you felt yourself cumming again.
Sam was not ready for it, though. He unexpectedly dropped your hand to find your hair, and he gripped with firmness. The sudden pull made you scream, again that mix of pleasure and pain coming back to you. And like magic, Sam grabbed your whole body in the air, with just one arm, and pulled you. Your back landed on his chest, and Sam leaned back so you were sitting on his dick, however he never stopped thrusting.
His left hand found your breast again, flipping the nipple playfully. You were expecting the other hand to join it, but there were other plans going around. His right hand skipped your breast only to reach your neck, gripping you tight. You could only breathe because Sam was not cutting off your air, but you could barely do it anyways as your orgasm was each time closer. His dick was deep inside you, and when his left hand went south, you knew it was over for you.
Sam only needed to reach your clit for five seconds to have you crying out his name, a big smile on your face as you reached your climax.
“For the love of fucki- Sam! Fuck!” you finally spoke out loud with a much louder moan as Sam rode you through your orgasm.
You so wanted to help him out but your body was not even responding to your brain’s orders. Either way, your brain and mind were also gone. Pure pleasure was all you could feel and think and, for the first time, you were happy with it. All those other times this had happened, there was always a bit of guilt and regret behind it, even when you held that no-attachment thing with Sam. But now all that was gone, as your heart and soul were finally doing fine.
Meanwhile, Sam was still thrusting, though not as steady as before, as his own orgasm was already building up. In your state of whirling sensation, you dropped a hand in between your legs to find his balls. You squished them softly, gaining drowned moans into your ear from your lover beneath you.
“God, you touch me so well, my girl, my fucking good girl”
That was all Sam could say before a roaring moan left his mouth, soon followed by your name. You were fighting your own pleasure, as his words had traveled through your ear to your brain, and finished its trip in your core. His fucking good girl. With four words he could make you cum for the fourth time that night. You felt his dick twitch inside you as he cum, his aroused breathing mixed with yours being the only sounds heard in the room.
You hopped off his lap and crawled to the pillows, letting your body fall into the mattress once more, with your head landing on the pillow. You were resting on your stomach while Sam stood up to retreat the condom and throw it away. He disappeared into the bathroom and soon came back with a small towel in hand that he used to clean you up. You felt the cloth in between your thighs, and you smiled at the feeling of small kisses on your ass cheeks in the mean time.
It truly didn’t matter how Sam fucked you, he was always the most affectionate when it came to aftercare. It was like his mind was always thinking of you, though you were unaware of how much there was to that. His kisses traveled from your ass up your back, following the line marked by your spine. He climbed on top of you, holding his weight with his hands, so he could kiss your face. He left all sorts of kisses all over it, covering your cheeks, eyebrows, forehead, and your eyelids, as you had closed your eyes due to tiredness. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing your lips, obviously. Unlike the others, he didn’t just peck your lips softly. The kiss turned much more passionate than he intended but there’s not much he could do with the amount of love he had for you.
He pulled back to leave the towel around, and you took advantage of the situation to turn around, now lying on your back, as you sat up in bed. You watched Sam walking towards you with two water bottles. Once he had lied by your side, he handed you a bottle that you took and poured down your throat in seconds. He laughed while checking you out.
“I can’t begin explaining how much I missed that” he commented while taking some sips and working on fixing his breathing
“Me neither” you replied, your eyes nailed on the rooftop
“You missed having sex���or you missed me?” Sam suddenly shot, getting closer to stroke your body as he waited an answer
“You first” you fired back with a smile while lying once more by his side
“I asked first!” his giggles were too cute for you to handle, so you decided to open up
“I missed having sex so much. I think I held myself back from enjoying life too much. All this time I thought I didn’t deserve it, that I was the worst human being for ruining someone’s life, someone I cared for so badly. But it took me so long to understand I was not the only culprit, and if Jake was not longer in my life, then why should I punish myself so much. This Fate we share, honey, it made me realize there’s more in life than pain. Love doesn’t last anymore, but neither does the pain we cause. It was time for me to move on and learn to live life the way I want to, and not the way I should do”
There was a silence as Sam watched you talk with such a big smile and so much excitement in your voice. The more your smile would grow, however, the more his heart would break. He thought he was closer to his desired end, to that relationship he so badly seeked to have with you. But upon hearing you speak about freedom and love, he only realized he had dug his own grave; you were always going to be far from loving him the way he witnessed you love Jake all those years. Sam had brought himself to a dead end, where he could not get out unless it was by pushing you away. But he had no intention of doing that. He then came to the realization that this was the final consequence of his actions. He had done wrongs that he knew were only going to punish him for good, yet Sam always had hope for a different ending. But life was not a movie, and he had to come to terms with that.
He did come to terms with that, finally, on that bed, while feeling your soft skin under his touch. Yeah, he could live with this.
“Now your turn” you asked, making Sam come back to reality.
He shook his head, prepared to do what he knew how to do best: he lied.
“Sex, baby girl. That’s all that there is, after all”
You nodded, too oblivious to his lies, as usual.
Another wide smile showed up on your face as you absently stroked Sam’s arm. A new thought had popped inside your head and it had given you the biggest joy you could ever ask.
“I choose this, Sam. I choose this over anything else”
“What do you choose, my love?” Sam inquired, placing a small kiss on your hand as his eyes were lost in you. You glanced at him before answering
“I choose lust” you finally said out loud as you bit your lip.
And just like that, you took a deep breath while acknowledging your decision. Today was Sam, maybe tomorrow too but you didn’t know neither care what the future had prepared for you, as you had just decided it was time to give your heart a rest.
well this series came to an end :,) but i really hope you guys enjoyed it! thank you as always for reading, ilysm <3
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IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR II
IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR II
(richard ramirez [ahs 1984] x reader | mainly implied xavier plympton x reader)
trigger warning; drug use, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse, toxic characters, xavier is portrayed as a major piece of shit for the first few installments, glorification of a serial killer, knives, etc.
disclaimer: i do not support the real richard ramirez in any way, shape, or form. this is simply based on the fictional version from ahs 1984. no disrespect is intended in any way. please, feel free to click off of the fic if you don’t enjoy this type of content. any hate will be ignored.
word count: 2,467
a/n: sorry this took so long. im a depressed piece of shit lmao.
taglist: @kuollut-talven @felicityofbakerstreet @bitchcraft1398
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IT HAD ONLY been a few days since your run-in with the self-proclaimed ‘Night Stalker’ yet it felt like years had passed. The memory of the event was constantly running through your mind, seeming to occupy your every thought. It was as if your mind was filled only with visions of dark hair and piercing dark eyes. It had gotten to the point where it was consuming you, distracting you from anything that wasn’t the thought of him. It was impossible to focus. You weren’t exactly sure that you wanted to. The part of you that desperately longed for the dark stranger to reappear and tear you away from your dilapidating life was overtaking you. You had almost wished that you would have given in to his demands that night. Almost. Something had been holding you back that night and something- someone- was still holding you back, tethering you to the place you had grown to despise.
Letting out a sigh, you stared at yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, attempting to shake away the thoughts that continuously plagued you. The ghost of a bruise still showed underneath your eye, barely noticeable with the makeup that you had delicately applied over it. You looked better than you had in the days before, but you still weren’t keen on leaving the confines of the four walls of your bedroom, let alone your apartment. You hadn’t left the house since that night. You were sure everyone thought that you were spiraling- He had probably twisted the story into that narrative. You turned away from the mirror, leaning against the base of the sink. It was time to face the situation at hand. You could already feel the silent judgment of Montana. She had told you so. “Fuck.”
It shouldn’t have mattered that much to you- what everyone thought. It’s not like they had too much room to judge. They were your friends, sort of, but they didn’t rule you. They weren’t the end all be all. Still, you couldn’t help but feel nervous at the thought of facing them. It had been days of voicemails, knocks on the door, and missed phone calls. You had gone ghost. They wouldn’t have expected anything else, though. It wasn’t unlike you to disappear. You were used to disappointing everyone.
After a few more minutes of anxiety and deliberation, you laid out a pretty white line, snorted it down, and got ready to head out the door. At the very least, you could show up to aerobics and casually run into everyone. By the time you got there, you were sure you could figure out how to gloss over all of the problems that kept on appearing.
****
The Aerobics studio hadn’t changed much in your week of absence. The faces of the instructors were still plastered on the walls, yours still included much to your surprise. The chairs strategically placed throughout the lobby were occupied by young adults, laughing at something one of them had said. The ambiance was peaceful and you suddenly wished that you would have shown up for work in the last week. The thought quickly diminished as you thought back to the bruise that had been occupying your face. There was no way you would have shown up with that. You wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction. Stepping up to the front desk, you leaned against the counter lazily.
“Hi. Do you have any classes with vacant spaces open for today, Janice?” You asked the receptionist a bit awkwardly, looking at the wall behind her as you spoke.
The woman looked up, purposefully making direct eye contact. She looked you up and down, judgement written all over her face. “Yes. The instructor position for the class you teach at 6:30, (Y/N). If you want to keep your job, I suggest you get prepared for it and go teach it.”
You couldn’t help but cringe at her tone. The attitude dripped off of it like poison. Truth be told, you had thought that you had already been fired. That is generally what happens after you drop off of the face of the planet for a week. “Right- I’ll just go ahead and get set up to start, then. Thank you.”
“You’re lucky that you showed up today. You’re really pushing it with your delinquent behavior. Shape up or ship out, sweetheart. This is the last time you’re getting exceptions. You’re really lucky that Montana covered your classes for the week. Now, get moving. It’s 6:20. Studio 3.”
Janice hardly gave you time to react, as she stood up and began to push you towards the direction of the studio. Her cold touch caused an unpleasant shiver to shoot through your spine. Your mind instantly drifted to your unwelcome house guest, though the shiver he gave you was not exactly unpleasant- You mentally scolded yourself for obsessing over the ‘Night Stalker’, before practically bursting into the studio.
It felt as if a million eyes landed on you from the moment you opened the door. The never-ending stares seemed to burn holes into your skin. One pair of eyes, in particular, seemed to stare the deepest. Xavier. You flickered your gaze to meet his, the other people in the room disappearing into a sort of tunnel that consumed the sides of your vision. Your heart caught in your chest. You wanted to tear your eyes away, but there was something stopping you. Something about Xavier always seemed to hold you back. His gaze was pleading, an apology seeming to spill out of it.
“(Y/N)! I thought you were going to be out for a while! Xavier said that you were like super sick or something.” Montana’s voice rang out, casually. “So happy you’re here though. Teaching this class has been such a drag.”
At the sound of the young woman’s voice, your head instinctively jerked towards it. You plastered a pained smile onto your face. “Yeah- thanks for covering for me, Montana. I seriously owe you one. Being sick was a major drag. Probably worse than teaching this class of Cyndi Lauper obsessed boys.”
The blonde let out a laugh. “Well, since you’re back, I’ll let you take this one. And maybe take your man out when you’re done. He’s been such a buzzkill lately.”
Montana gave you a wink, patting your shoulder affectionately. With a final wave to you and Xavier, she slipped out the door and disappeared down the hall with a flash of blonde hair. Not wanting to waste any more time, or give Xavier the chance to talk to you, you flicked the boom box on and let the sound of Billy Idol’s voice fill the room.
****
The entirety of the class went by uneventfully. Billy Idol’s soothing tone seemed to temporarily soother your anxiety, making it easier for you to ignore the pained glances that were becoming more and more inescapable. You left the music on as the class drew to a close, turning the volume down to a soft, but audible hum. You didn’t bother to look as everyone made their way to the door. Instead, you moved towards the front of the room, letting yourself face the large windows that looked out towards the city.
You watched as people leaving the last few classes of the evening walked down the sidewalk, off into the night. Some faces were familiar, regulars that always seemed to be in aerobics class. Other faces, unfamiliar and new. They all seemed so happy, as if their lives were perfect. You wished that you could get a taste of that feeling. You continued to admire the citizens of Los Angeles, lost in your thoughts. Then, in a sudden flash, there was a single face that stuck out in the crowd. Unmistakable dark hair and piercing eyes that could have belonged only to the face that you could never forget. You locked eyes with the man, causing a sinister smile to appear on his face. He moved closer to the building. Your heart skipped a beat. He was headed towards the door. Your eyes were still locked with his, nothing could-
“(Y/N)... Can we talk about what happened the other night? Please… I didn’t mean for it to go so far.” Xavier’s voice hit your ears, soft and pleading.
You broke away from the ‘Night Stalker’s’ gaze, slowly turning to face the man that you had once felt so strongly for. You leaned against the windows behind you, pressing your nearly bare back against the cool glass. Xavier took a few steps closer, leaving only a few inches between your faces. You couldn’t help but flinch as he reached out to tenderly touch your face. Hurt flashed across his face briefly, but his hand still gently came into contact with your soft skin. You let your eyes flutter closed and sucked in a sharp breath. “I- I can’t do this,” you whispered, hot tears pricking in the inner corner of your eyes. So many different emotions were running through your body. The urge to run away from him had never been so heightened.
He grazed his thumb gingerly across your jawline, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Please. I just wanted it so badly and I thought that was the only way. And I didn’t want anyone to find out. The way you looked at me when you did- I lost it. I thought you would tell everyone. I thought you would leave me. I’m so sorry.”
You had yet to respond to him when a cutting voice interrupted the scene unfolding before you. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The deep voice questioned, sinister laughter etched into his tone.
“N-?” You began, eyes flickering open. You met the dark haired man’s eyes, looking directly past Xavier. He was already staring at you intensely, the usual smirk plastered on his face.
“Richard.” He corrected, moving his eyes from you to the other man in your company. Xavier had moved away from you by this point, looking at Richard with a suspicious glare. Richard simply continued to smirk at him, looking more and more devilish as time passed. “My little angel, didn’t expect to see you so soon. What a pleasant surprise.”
“Okay. Who the fuck are you?” Xavier demanded, his hand wrapping around your forearm in a protective manner. You instinctively recoiled to his touch. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching as the two began to go back and forth.
“I’m the devil’s favorite prodigy. It’s more like ‘who the fuck are you?’” The other man taunted. His eyes locked on the contact point of yours and Xavier’s skin. An unreadable emotion flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced with his usual infuriating smirk. “I’ve decided I’m here to collect her. Truth be told, it wasn’t originally in my master and I’s plan, but it seems like I stumbled in at the perfect time, with you harassing my girl.”
“Your-? (Y/N), are you fucking this guy? We get into one fight and you’re off giving it out to this creep?” The blonde questioned, his tone demanding and incredulous. His voice rose with every word that he spoke. He was red in the face by this point. You could tell by the clench in his jaw and the way his hand tightened around you that he was angry. The smug expression of Richard definitely wasn’t helping his reaction either.
You tried to ignore the fear that had begun to creep into the back of your mind, your mind flashing back to his closed fist accidentally ramming into your face. You looked up at him with your tear stained face. Words were failing you. You didn’t exactly want to say that Richard had broken into your house, pinned you against a wall, and sparked something inside of you that made you feel so many fucked up things. Was it really more fucked up than what you felt about Xavier after everything that he had done? You weren’t so sure any more. Xavier seemed to take your silence and lack of denial as a ‘yes’ to his questions. Disgust took over his face, his hand tossing your arm away as if it had suddenly turned into some sort of cursed object.
He scoffed at you, shoving you away from his body. “I can’t believe you would do this to me. Maybe you deserved that.” He spat out venomously, angrily gesturing to the hardly hidden bruise underneath your eye.
You flinched as his hand raised. Something seemed to click into place for the dark haired man as he watched the two of you, your reaction triggering the darkest part of him. You hardly had time to react further, before Richard was in front of you. His left arm pressed back against your body, gently shoving you behind him. His right hand was adorned with his blade, ready to slash at the man before him. “You did that to her? For your sake, I hope you say no. I’d hate to have to kill you right here. It would really throw a wrench into the master’s plans and we both hate that.”
Your hand reached out slowly, tugging on the edge of this sleeve, beckoning his eyes to meet your eyes. He complied, looking over his shoulder quickly. You shook your head at him, a silent plea for him to drop it. He was already acting psychotic enough to have the police called on him and you were sure that would be the last thing that he wanted. He looked back to Xavier, who was staring at him incredulously. “Get the fuck out of here or die,” The dark haired man spat out.
Xavier gave you a pointed look, before shoving past the both of you and storming out of the studio. You knew he would show up at your apartment later, demanding explanations for the psychotic interaction that just went down. You would figure out a way to avoid that later. For now, your full attention was on Richard. He turned towards you, dark eyes studying the every feature on your face. His hand hovered over the side of your neck, before gently pushing your hair to the side. His fingers softly trailed down the side of your throat, traveling down your chest. Like a phantom, they grazed the length of your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You softly bit down on your bottom lip, eyes staring straight into his. “You’re mine now, little angel. I’ll kill for you. I’ll die for you. But you have to be mine forever- That’s the catch. Will you sell your soul to the devil?”
“I will.”
#ahs 1984#ahs fanfiction#ahs x reader#richard ramirez#richard ramirez x reader#night stalker#In The Midnight Hour#american horror 1984#xavier plympton#xavier x reader
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Dusk Til’ Dawn
Dusk Til’ Dawn
Chapter 1: Enters The Queen
Paring: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Mafia Au Series
Warnings : Warning: SMUT, literally porn on paper 😗, lots of fluff, violence, gang, bratty!reader, dom!tae, daddy!tae, daddy kink, babygirl kink, punishment, bigdick!tae, rough sex, make up sex, lots of after care, pregnancy kink, oral!sex, deep throating and everything in between🤧
Word count: 10.5k
A/N :Hey, this is the first main chapter of the series and it basically reveals a little bit of how he made it to where he is today and how he met her again. It also reveals, a little bit of their side stories too! Hope you like it, if you want to be tagged please tell me 😗
Paring in this chapter: Kim Taehyung x Reader, Kim Taehyung x Groupies, Reader x Jeon Jungkook
Warning in the chapter: SMUT, female Masturbation, Y/n’s nasty honestly, teasing, daddy kink, choking, a large dildo, kidnapping (maybe) if you think about it. Groping, kissing, threats and a hard slap.
Previous. Next Chapter.
Chapter 1: Enters the Queen
Flash back~
Walking out of the house of the stranger that helped him, Kim Taehyung sighs out of relief that he was able to survive the night by the helps of the kind girl. He wanted to stay a little longer but he has to make everything right and until he does that he cannot meet her ever again.
He knows that since his head is not a platter right now that there’s probably a bounty out for his head but right now he couldn’t care less. He takes out his phone, that he forgot he had from his pocket and began to Call one of his closet friends, Chase, nickname for Park Jimin, a friend he has known for a long time.
The calls goes through “V, where the fuck are you?!” His friend calls out “ there’s a bounty for your head for 2 million”
Taehyung laughed, “ I know and I need your help right now” pick me up at our secret place” Taehyung hears a confirmation and he hangs up the phone.
- 30 minutes later-
Chase gets out of the car “ wow you look like shit”
“ I know” Taehyung replied “ I need you to be my right hand man as of today” and chase nodded in agreement, they stared at each other for a few moments, both glad to see each other alive.
Moving back to the car, they opened the trunk and coming into view was a range of rifles, hand guns, Grenades and knives , fuck shit was gonna go down. They all betrayed him and he was out to get back at them.
Packing the magazines and preparing their guns, they both looked at each other and smiled, they knew what they both were gonna get into but they weren’t afraid, they were not gonna die, there’s no doubt about that.
Getting into the car they drove off towards the warehouse and safehouses of chaos. As they reached their destination chase spoke “You know I’ll always have your back no matter what happens right?” Looking away Taehyung nodded and they both got out of the car heading to towards the warehouse.
- inside the warehouse –
“BOSS, H-H-He’s here!” a man screamed out and all you could hear was gun sounds and foot steps Echoing through the halls.
“ SHIT” the boss screamed in frustration, as the doors swung opened in aloud bang
“ T-T-Tae, I-I-I’m so glad you’re ali-”
“Cut the bullshit” Taehyung said angrily, blood on his face and clothes, as chase appeared behind him.
“ you know” Taehyung began “ I thought of you like a family, but what are fimilies for huh?” Taehyung laughed out
“It’s not like that tae” the boss said scared for his life.
“ you know, I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, you trained me well and now you have to go....for betraying ME” and a few loud bangs of gun shots echoed through the room, as the body fell to the floor lifeless.
Taehyung walked up to the body, giving it a few more shots to the head and smiled.
“ V, we got to go” chase spoke putting a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder.
They then turned and walked away leaving the bodies behind walking through pools of blood.
Taehyung was now to become a feared man and this was only the beginning of what would come people’s way if they betrayed him.
BOOM!
The warehouse exploded into pieces as both the dragon and his right hand man walked away.
-Current time-
The music boomed through the club as a tall handsome man walks trough the crowd. The crowd moving out of the way to pave a path for him and as he walked through they bowed their heads one by one. With security in front of him as well as behind, he showed power and everyone wanted a piece of him. As he reached the V.I.P area made for him especially, he took out a cigar and out it to his lips, all his men took into their lighter but it only turns towards one man on his right.
He began to smoke the cigar as he sighed out leaning his head on the sofa, as his right hand man walked in, he knew the presence of this man and he lifted his head and opened his eyes as the man leaned in towards him and whispered “ Boss, we couldn’t find her”
“ Well then keep looking” he glared.
The another man began “Boss we’ve been searching for her for five years, there-” he stopped when he saw Taehyung glaring at him, oh he had the guts and Chase smacked him hard on his head and the man groaned in pain and the man knew he flicked up big time. Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of him.
He looked down at at his wrist and watched the way his Rolex ticked them locked up that the men’s in front of him, rising from his seat “I’m not one to give second chances but you’re good at your job, if you ever think about questioning me again, or speaking without being spoken to, I’ll serve your head on a platter for dinner at your family’s house”
“Understand?” Taehyung snarled arching his eyebrows staring at the trembling sight front of him.
“Y-Y-Yes B-B-Boss” the man stuttered
“ Get out of my sight” Taehyung growled as his men bowed their heads and walked away form him. Turning, he walked back and sat down on the leather seat.
Sounds of laughter and chaos echoed through the club as he took a sip of his Tequila that was now in his hands. He watched carefully as a group of women approached the area, smirking to himself. The group of girls, stopped at the entrance and he waved a finger signaling them to enter.
They sat next to him and one sat in his lap kissing and licking his neck, he groaned out, “ mmhm” looking at her as she lifted her face off his neck, “ you like that daddy!?” She asked playfully, proud to have made him like that. “No” he spoke and shock filled the girl’s face and the other snickered out loud.
“ Then tell me what you like” she then said with soft voice and smirked “ not you but I do like you presence” he countered, she then huffed out in frustration and got off his lap walked back out towards the crowed almost embarrassed. Taehyung smiled, as if this girl thought she would have a chance with him, yes he’s a player, yea he likes her company but she’s just not the one. As he watched her walk out, the other girls moved on to him like leaches waiting to suck on some blood. They attacked him trying to take to unbutton his shirt and take off his belt. “ daddy let me make you feel good” one spoke out.
“No daddy let me suck your hard cock” the other spoke out as she got on her knees ready to pleasure him. The others then undressed themselves revealing their breasts, then a smirked quirked up his lips ,looking at how pathetic they all look trying to please him. A hand came to his crotch, palming it and he leaned his head back moaning out, they were all ready to devour him, as he closed his eyes shut, all he could see was her face, the one that saved him. He lifted his head and pushed them off him, why was he getting hard thinking about her when other girls were trying so hard to please, “daddy?” One of the girl spoke out as he got up.
“ Not now girls “ he replied as he walked towards the balcony and watched the crowd go wild. Load music beaming through the club lights flickering around. He rubbed his palm into his eyes, thinking about her, why was it so hard to get her off his mind, it’s been 5 fucking hears god dammit.
As he leaned towards the rails, he felt some hands snake sound his waist and felt a head falling on to his back and he turned. It was the same girl that got up from his lap and left the V.I.P area, now a pathetic drunk, smiling up at him.
“Daddy fuck me” she spoke in a raspy voice and he smiled down at her. “ please daddy” she said with pleading eyes, and leaned up into her toes to kiss him on the lips then down to his neck, he then snaked his hands around her waist squeezing her ass and she moaned out “ yes daddyyy more please” he then removed his hands from her ass and lifted them to her breasts and squeezed them hard and she couldn’t help but moan out load. He smirked down at her “ you like that baby” he asked in a low tone. “Yes” she replied with Enthusiasm in her voice “ yes what” he asked her now squeezing her neck blocking the air from her throat, “ yessss daddy” she choked out. And he kissed her on the lips and she could cum right there and then .
This was nothing more than a one time thing, he was a player everyone knew that, he would play with these girls and then leave them.
As he turned and shoved her on the glass balcony, he swiped his tongue along her neck, with a tight grip still on her neck. He moved his other hand from her waist down to her legs lifting her dress up, he was about to fuck this women on his V.I.P balcony with no fucks given and the girl didn’t give a fuck if people saw either, she would love the idea of people watching her get railed by the top crime boss.
His hand reached her underwear and moved her thong to the side, playing with her pussy lips and she couldn’t help but moan out loudly, “ daddy please” and the smirk on his face grew. He continued kissing her neck as he eyed the crowd, whilst playing with the girls pussy with no fucks to give and she was a moaning mess. She was literally about to cum from him playing with her clit, as he suddenly stopped, she said “ daddy, why did you stop?” and looked up at him.
He was frozen and His gaze was on someone in the crowd. A very familiar face.
He removed himself from her and shoved her away, she looked at him angrily,“ what the fuck was that for” she screamed out but he wouldn’t even look ather. “Watch your tone” he said with he piercing gaze and she lowered her he’s to floor. How pathetic, he thought and turned his head back to the person in the crowd.
It couldn’t be her could it?
“ fuck me or I’ll get someone else to do it” the pathetic girl screamed from behind Almost to the point to tears. He then huffed out a laugh “ be my guest, I don’t give a fuck” not even looking her way, she screamed and walked towards him attempting to take his clothes off and he firmly gripped her throat, “I won’t say it again” fear flushed across her face and he let go of her throat “ leave” he said and she stomped her feet in frustration and walked out. “ girls you all leave too” the other girls nodded in unison, fucked out from watching the show in front of them and walked out of the V.I.P area.
“ Chase” he spoke out and chase came walking in after the girls and bowed his head in respect, “yes boss” he replied walking towards his boss as Taehyung signaled him to come closer to him then pointing towards the crowd.
“Who’s that” Tae asked pointing to the stranger in the crowd of people,
“ I’m unsure but she doesn’t look like a regular boss” chase replied. “ would you like me to check?”
“No” Taehyung said calmly “ I’ll do it myself” watching the way the girl danced to the music. The girl’s gaze then came up to his and she lifted a middle finger up at him. Oh the audacity.
At y/n’s penthouse 7 hours ago
The sound of the alarm screamed through the room as Y/N moved on her bed not giving a fuck about the sound as she didn’t have any energy left in her. She had a long day at the office last night, as a creative director she had to make sure everything was perfect for the collection to launch. She didn’t have a lot of time to herself and she was frustrated at the fact that the new trainee at her workplace was fucking things up and she had to do the things herself.
She remembers the look on the rookies face as she scolded him, fear, that was it, he was frightened of her cause she made a reputation for herself and she was well respected so he was scared of her. But she wasn’t like other directors she was kind and although she was mad at him for messing things up for her, she couldn’t stay mad at his puppy face.
The alarm continued screaming through the bed room and y/n screamed in frustration in her pillow and lifted her arm to grab he phone and shut it off. She looked at the time and it was already 3 pm. “Fuckkk” she screamed, she was so tired she didn’t hear any of her alarms that went off at 9 am.
Turning in her bed she finally decides to get out and walked towards the en-suite bathroom. She looked at herself and the bags under her eyes were Horrendous, she began to wash her face, brush her teeth then strip to shower.
She got into their large shower and turned on the water and sighed out as the water hits her naked body. The warm water was calming and soothing, which relaxed her body. She continued washing herself and when she finished she turned the shower off and walked out, covering her hair and body with towels.
As she moved towards her walk in closet she hears her phone ring. Stopping she turns towards her bed and leaned over to grab her phone and it was no other than her girl EziKia calling.
“Hey girl” her friend spoke out. “Hey, wassup”
“ you ready for tonight” her friend questioned, “ tonight? What’s going on tonight?!” She replied shocked
Her friend her eyes “ of course you would forget” E claimed.
“Oh shit, yea I’m ready I’ve got my out fits and ideas for make up and hair all planned out” y/n smiled as she spoke “what about you, you ready?”
“Fuck yea I’m ready” E screamed “ Is J coming with us?” E then questioned
“ Yea I guess so” Y/N replied “ he said he’s meeting us there” she smiled again.
“ Have you guys fucked yet?” E said out loud, curiosity filling her mind at the thought of her two friends. “ no not yet” “ well I’m actually surprised, cause everything you two are around each other, y’all literally grope each other and flirt all day long, it’s only a matter of time before you fuck each other” E huffed out.
“ The thing is we’re not even in a relationship so I don’t think it’s gonna happen” “ fuck the relationship, you two are meant to happen, when are you gonna Acknowledge that?!” E countered.
“ Well we’re both not looking for a relationship right now anyway so it doesn’t matter” Y/N spoke as she walked back into the walk in closet.
“ you guys are literally friends with benefits who are head over heals for each other but to scared to confess” E said rolling her eyes
“ it’s not like that we’re not friends with benefits” Y/N laughed out
E then said out loud “ watch tonight, y’all are gonna fuck each other”
All Y/N could do was laugh at her friend, since what she said was mostly true expect the friend with benefits part. Y/N and Jungkook have loved each other for a long time they’re both just too pussy to admit it to each other, so they resort to flirting and making out when they’re both drunk. She was scared that he wouldn’t think of their the same way and he was scared that she wouldn’t think of him the same way, but they were both so stupid, they both love each other and too stupid to admit it. Everyone around them knows that they’re into each other.
Changing the subject y/N spoke out and said “ are you coming over here to get ready then?”
“ of-course, you need to approve of my outfit first before we go out and I need my makeup to look nice so I’m gonna ask you make up artist to do my makeup tonight” her friend laughed out.
“ yea, what’s mine is yours” Y/n replied to her friend.
They continue to speak for what felt like hours and hours and by now y/n has changed into more comfortable clothes and walked towards her kitchen to make a late breakfast for herself.
As she walked through her living room towards her kitchen she looked at her cloud sofa that now has a tint of pink to it and smiled remembering the night she helped the stranger 5 years ago and the way his lips left on hers when he kissed her and left. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought and said out loudly “ why the fuck am I thinking of him, ughhh” sighing loudly in frustration and hurried to the kitchen, then she heard “ what was that” coming from E.
“Oh it’s nothing” she replied
After making her late breakfast which was now Obviously her lunch, she walked into her living room with her plate full of food, her phone and a glass of water in her hands. After setting her things on her coffee table, she then turned on the tv and began speaking to E again.
“ so that handsome stranger you told me about, that you saved five years ago, have you heard a anything from him?” E began
“Why would I hear from him, it’s not like we gave each other’s our phone number or any details about ourselves to each other” y/n said defensive for some reason
“Well I mean you told me that you gave him your name. I’m surprised he hasn’t sent you a gift of gratitude or anything like that yet, and you know his name too” E began again softly
“ well I don’t expect anything less than nothing from a criminal like him” Y/n said as she closed her eyes and began to think about him again.
Oh the way he was built, sooo different, his face so fucking beautiful, ofcourse she couldn’t forget about him. But her and Jungkook were getting somewhat serious and she needs to get this stranger out her mind. It’s been fucking five years get over it.
They talked and talked and caught up on many things since they both been super busy with their lives and tonight was the night they were going to meet up and have so much until they both drop drunk. They said their goodbyes and agreed that E would get here sound 8 so they could get ready to go out.
Walking back up to her bedroom, Y/n layed Back onto her bed and her mind began to wonder to Jungkook. She closed her eyes and began thinking about his body and how he looks so fucking good and her he lifted up her tank top and squeezed her breasts and moan out “fuckkkk”. Her other hand then travelled down to the hem of her joggers and she lifted her hips off their bed to remove them at once in a swift motion, she then threw the piece of clothing somewhere to the side and her hand came down to her pussy lips. Oh she was ready to pleasure herself at that thought of her “friend”. She teased her lips with the fingers and then played with her clit, moving her fingers in a circular motion, “ fuck baby” she whispered out as arousal left her weeping hole, thinking of him “baby” she said again as she squeezed her breast and began moving her fingers roughly as her orgasm was building up “ yes, yes, yes baby, fuck me” and she knew she was close, as she carried on moving her fingers on her clit roughly, she felt the knot in her stomach explode and same came hard shaking and thinking about Jungkooks dick.
After she came down, she rolled to the side of her bed and pulled the drawers out picking out a large dildo from inside the drawer. She began stoking it and imaging it was J’s dick and shoved it in her mouth almost choking on the dildo.
“ mmhm” she signed as she toyed with the dildo in her mouth, as the began getting wet from her saliva she took it out of her mouth and rubbed it across her lower lips and she moaned out at the sensitivity of her Pussy lips, she began moving the dildo up and down her pussy and she moaned out load. “FFUCCK” she said. After toying with her pussy for a while she Aligned the toy up to her pussy whole and began pushing in slowly, the girth and the length of the toy was quite large and she still hasn’t gotten used to it even though she used it many times, as the toy began stretching her Pussy she moaned out load “ JUNGKOOK FUCK ME HARD DADDY” and the toy was fully in her tight pussy. She waited for a few seconds and then began moving the toy, her slick was now leaking from her whole and in the toy.
She began moving the toy roughly towards her hole and couldn’t help but imagine it being jungkook’s dick, she continue shoving the toy into her pussy screaming out. He would fill her up so good she thought to herself. ” daddy yes, yes, yes, daddy, fuck me” she breathed out in short breaths as the toy continuously moving roughly and the sounds of her moans filled the room as she could her the sound of her pussy weeping and she squeezed her breast hard and she began feeling the knot in the stomach rising, signaling another climax approaching. She turned her head in her pillow as she was struggling to breath from way the toy was ramming into her tight whole and her back arched off the bed. She continued playing with the toy and the knot was going to explode in her stomach and she couldn’t give any fucks if her neighbour heard her, she was feeling to damn good and with a last few thrust of the toy in her pussy she came hard, shaking, back off the bed and eye rolling to the back of her head “ fuck j !” She said softly, trying to calm down from her climax. After calming down, she pulled the toy out her hole and gave it a few licks and walked towards the bathroom to clean herself up.
Fuck she did not just masterbate to the thought of Jungkook, her friend. Well that probably shows that she’s head over heals for him...right?!
Time had passed and now it’s 8pM
As she sat at the vanity station, she looked at her self through the mirror and laughed remembering her Masturbating to the thought of jungkook. She was pulled from her though at the ringing of her door bell, she rushed down out her bedroom down her spiral stairs and towards the door, opening it, revealing her friend.
“Hiiiiiii” they both said squealing and hugged each other. She pulled E into her house and towards the stairs that leads to her bedroom. It was a good thing that she cleaned her sheets and made her bed presentable again cause she would have a lot of explain to her friend about the smell and the mess if she didn’t.
Walking into her bedroom, y/n looked at her friend who had a wide smile plastered on her face, it was like her first time being in y/n’s penthouse and she couldn’t get over how amazing it was no matter how many times she came to the penthouse.“ what are you smiling” y/n breathed out smiling at her friend.
“ nothing, just your LUXURIOUS house” E replied sarcastically, softly push y/n away.
“You know it’s not your first time coming to my house right?” Y/n asked laughing
“Yeah but I can’t ever get used to it” E said back looking in y/n’s direction.
They spoke and laughed as they caught up for a few minutes and then a knock came at the front door. “ that would probably be A” y/n said as she got up from her bed. A was short for Ashley, they’ve known each other for a while and he beats Y/n’s face like no other make up artist has done and makes her look like a fucking goddess not that she isn’t already one.
She walked away from the bedroom whilst taking a glance at E who was still in awe and softly laughed. Walking down the stairs, she could see that she made it far, looking at how she used to live way before, she’s glad that she worked hard to get to where she is right now.
The knock on the door came again and she walked faster to her grand door and swings it open. “ bitch you know I’ve been waiting hours out here looking like a lost dog” Ashley said with a frown on his face “ stop being dramatic A” came Y/n as she pulled him by his arm roughly dragging him into her penthouse.
Ashley was a very talented man, he was a person with a rough past, people didn’t believe in him when we said he was gonna become a makeup artist and everyone in his family thought of him as a disgrace and didn’t want anything to do with him. Not even his mother , his god damn mother.Plus it didn’t really help when he came out the closet at the same time. That’s what y/n loved about Ashley, he fought for his dreams and when no one believed in him he succeeded with his career and now he’s one of the most paid make up artist in Seoul and well known world wide.
When y/n met him, he was just starting and y/n needed a make up artist and they got on very well together and love each other like brother and sister. She saw him work hard and made a name for himself and she couldn’t be more proud. She was now his only family.
“Damn girl! You’re really living life huh?!” Ashley said as he looked around. “ This shit is way better than your town house that you had before”
Not that the house she had was bad at all, it was a beautiful town house and she had to get an upgrade sooner or later. And that house had a lot of memories.
Pulling herself out of her trance, she pulls Ashley towards the stairs up to her bedroom to meet E. Opening the bed room door, she noticed that her friend was not there anymore, the only place she could be was her walk in closet. “E!” She shouted out. “ In your closet” a reply came from her closet. E was where y/n expected her to be.
After telling Ashley to take a seat on her bedroom sofa, she then walked into her closet where her friend was. Smiling at her friend y/n spoke “ you enjoying yourself there?”
“Yes girl,your closet is amazing” E replied Rummaging through y/n’s clothes and picking a few things out the rails.
“OMG! I LOVE THIS” E screamed. “I’ve been looking for this everywhere, in every fucking store and they don’t have it in stock anymore, they ran out” a frown building on her face. “Well it is limited edition” Y/N smirked.
“I know and I really wanted one” E said as she slowly put the garment slowly back on the rail. As soon as the hook touched the rail, Y/N spoke “Well if you love it that much then you can have it” smiling at her friend. “ Are you sure?!” E asked shocked. “Yea I’m pretty damn sure. You’re in love with it and I don’t mind living with out it” Y/N said smiling at her friend who now has tears in her eyes. “Oh my Gosh, I fucking love you, you know that?” E cried out.
“Yeah I know and I love you too” Y/n said as she hugged her friend back.
“Ok, love birds, get out of the closet and let’s get you both ready we don’t have time” Ashley shouted from the bedroom and the best friends laughed together. “We’re coming” y/n shouted back. As they both walked out from the closet
y/n spoke, “E, this is Ashley, Ash, this is EziKia. They both greeted each other saying hi and kissing the side of each other’s cheeks.
“Let’s get this shut on the road”Ashley groaned out. “Let’s do it then!” Y/N spoke back.
As she was getting ready y/n began, “so where are you taking me anyways” she asked looking towards her friend as her makeup is being put on by Ashley.
“It’s a fancy club, called ‘the dragon’s lair’ I’ve been there a few times and honestly it’s one of the best clubs in Seoul, one of the dopest, you’re gonna love it” E replied to her friend whilst on her phone.
2 hours later
As Y/n walked out from her closet she felts eyes on her. The eyes of her friends. “Damn girl! You look fine as fuckkkk” Ashley spoke out “ if I wasn’t fucking gay I would bag you!”
She looked like a Goddess walking out of her closet, her hair up in a messy 90s hairstyle, parted at the side with strands hanging down from both parts of the hairandthebacktwistedheldwithabutterflyclawclip. Onherbody,sheworea tight 90s body con dress hugged her body right in every way showing off her curves and that damn fine ass. The dress was by Versace, a ti- dye pink dress that shimmers bright when light shines into it, with a plunging neckline that showed off her perfectly placed breasts and the straps hung around her neck.
A pair of small butterfly diamond neckless hung around her neck and diamond chandelier earring hung from her ears. And on her feet matching 5 inch heels that laced up her calves. Everything was just perfect about her, there’s no flaw about her.
The make up that she wore on her face was a very simple natural make up, eyebrows on fleek, with a little eyeliner to create a cat eye illusion and she wore lip gloss on top of her lipstick, making her glow. She looked like sex on legs.
“I’m not even a lesbian and you’re making me want to fuck you” her best friend smirked as she spoke “ you look fucking amazing y/n”
Y/n honestly didn’t know what to say, she knew she looked bomb as fuck but her friends hyping her up made her blush and she couldn’t help but smile. “ Both of you look amazing guys” she spoke out softly “ don’t humble yourself y/n own it” Ashley said.
“ I know I look fine okay?” Y/n spoke with sassiness in her voice and both her friend smiled at her.
“That’s our Girl” both her friend spoke in unison and they smiled at her.
“ E, you look amazing too girl” y/n said with a wide smile on her face. “Thanks babes”E said blushing “you two are literally love birds you know that, I’m surprised y’all aren’t lesbians” Ashley spoke out sarcastically. And they all laughed in unison.
“You know” E Began, “ when Jungkook sees you you he’s gonna want to fuck you” she laughed out. “Cause I wound” she continued. “So you and Jungkook are a thing then?” Ashley question and before y/n could answer E beat her to the punch saying “ they’re currently not a thing, but it’s definitely gonna change after tonight, they’re currently like friends with benefits” laughing out loud as she spoke. “ we’re not friends with benefits” y/n countered “ we’ve never fucked” she continued “but that’s gonna change after tonight tho” Ashley spoke up.
Sighing Y/n spoke “whatever” rolling her eyes.
As if the man himself heard her, her phone began ringing and there it was, his name on her phone screen. “Speaking of the devil” her friends spoke in unison and she smiled at them. Her friends strut off out of the bedroom.
Picking up her phone, she slides her finger on the screen to answer, “hey J” she said with a soft voice and her friends gagged in unison then winking at her leaving the room. “Hey darling” Jungkook spoke on the other end of the phone and continued “you ready?”
“Ofcourse I am , you?” “I’m always ready baby” y/n rolled her eyes at his remark but couldn’t help but smile. She was so in love she couldn’t even see it. He was always flirty and that’s what she lives about him too, he doesn’t flirt with other ever since that incident 5 years ago with him kissing the other girl. He was serious about Y/n but afraid to tell her how he really feels but tonight was gonna change everything.
“You know, I’m so exited to see you” Jungkook spoke with a low growl in his voice, “you saw me last week J” she said as she smiled at herself looking at her reflection in the mirror.
“Yea but baby, it’s been too long and I Haven’t kissed those plushy lips of yours in a while” he spoke making her blush. Oh how smooth he was! She was falling hard, way too hard. “J-“ she starts but gets cut off when he says “ I’ve missed you a lot, especially the way you feel in my arms” oh he was on top of his games tonight and she couldn’t care about falling into his trap any less. “ I missed you too baby, I thought of you a lot” she replied, remembering her session in her bed a few hours ago, blushing. Oh what he does to her.
“ you can’t tease me like that, if you’re not gonna give me more then a kiss” Jungkook starts again, oh he was so damn flirtatious.
“ well what if I’m giving you more than a kiss tonight, babyyy” she purred with a slutty tone in her voice, there was snickering behind her and oooooh’s coming from behind the door and she rolled her eyes knowing her friends are listening on the conversation.
Jungkook was now fucking hard and he needed her right now but he just has to wait a few more hours until he gets her. They spoke and flirted in for a few more minutes and said there goodbyes “ See you later baby” jungkook spoke on the other side of the line and y/n replied “ I’ll see you later baby” knowing they’ll see each other at the club.
The smile that plastered on her face was too damn good and she couldn’t hide the excitement that she was feeling. She began to walk towards the door opening it and there stood her two friends who was listening on the conversation smirking to her.
“What if I’m giving you more than a kiss tonight, baby” Ashley mocked with a smirk on his face and E Began “ I’ll see you later baby” mocking Y/n as well.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she walked away from her friends and said “ fuck both of you” spite in her voice
“Y/n don’t be like that babes” Ashley starts and clung onto her arm as E clung onto her other arm and y/n looked at both of them and couldn’t help but smile “whatever”
“Let’s go then, we wouldn’t want to keep your man who’s wanting to fuck you tonight waiting” E spoke with excited in her voice
“Oh, shut up” Y/n said and they walked out of her penthouse, towards the elevator, from the 100th floor. As they reached the ground floor, her Bentley was ready parked at the entrance of the building waiting for her Arrival, Greeted by Y/n assistant slash security guard, Hank. “Welcome miss” Hank spoke opening the door for her and her friends. “Oh Hank don’t be too polite” Y/n some smacking his bulky arms playfully.
They finally got into the car and set off to the night club .
It was already 9pm by the time they left the penthouse and they couldn’t be more exited to party and get wild tonight.
They finally arrived at the Dragon’s lair...finally.
Walking up towards the entrance, she was greeted by two extremely large security guards,” welcome ma’am” they spoke in a low tone and moved to the side to give way to her. Walking into the club, she was entrapped by how amazing it looked, her friend was right, she loves the place, it’s honestly super Luxury and fancy for a club. As they moved through the crowd her eyes lifted up towards the V.I.P balcony and saw a man looking down at the crowd and she thought to herself he’s probably just any other uptight man looking down at the people who are probably peasants to him and she couldn’t care less.
They reached their area and her eyes landed on the beautiful man standing up to greet them. The man was no other than Jeon Jungkook, he said hi to everyone as his eyes laid on her and greeted her with a smile, “hey darling” he spoke in a low tone hugging her body. “ Hey baby” she replied as he lowered her head to hers.
“We’re not here to watch you two have sex in front of us” their friends began and they both couldn’t help but laugh and they removed themselves from each other and sat down. “You have no idea how much I missed you” he whispered in her ears.
“Really?” She said with a flushed face, she was a confident women but she couldn’t help but hey shy when it came to him, she was obliviously in love.
“I guess you don’t miss me at all huh” he said as he bit her ear playfully whispering in her ear over the loud music. “Of course I miss you” she said looking up at him like a lost puppy. He smirked down at her and hovered his lips over her neck as she leaned her head back to give him more access. “ fuck the things you do to me” he Began with a husky voice and she pushed him away
“ what do I do to you Mr jeon” oh she knew what that nick name did to him and she has him in awe. “Have I told you how amazing you look tonight” he states changing the subject and she replied “you always tell me that when you see me” smiling back at him.
“Fuckkk” he groaned out, “you have no idea what I want to do to you” “ what do you want to do to me” she asked with puppy eyes and he melted fast. He began again “ I want to take you home and fuck you hard on every surface of my house” damn she was getting wet from the way he was speaking to her and she blushed. He kissed her neck and squeezed her back and bit down playfully watching the way she moved from his action and hearing the way she moaned out form his touch.
“Then why don’t you take me home” she said as soft as she could without moaning out loud from his touch. “ oh baby, I will - I just want you to wait a little longer” he breathed out and she rolled her eyes in frustration pushing him away and he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows and asked “ what was that for?” And he could sense her brattiness coming out “well since you’re not taking me home and fucking me, I don’t see the point in me being around you” she said with sarcasm in her voice and got up to walk always.
As she took no further than one step his hand gripped her wrist and turned her and she was pulled towards him and their lips met, the kiss was turning out, his tongue poking at his lips to get access and she granted it. They both moan out as their tongue dance together and gripped each other so hard it could leave bruises. They broke the kiss for some air looked at each other. “ I want you to stop being a brat and wait for me, like you have been for so many years” she said huskily and she rolled her eyes saying “ well since I’ve been waiting for you all my life, why don’t you just give yourself to me now” she said with frustration in her voice and he couldn’t help but smile at her “ oh my baby really has no patience” he knew she was horny and so was he but he just wanted to wait a little longer and savor the moment. They were gonna fuck, confess their love for each other and fall in love tonight and he just wanted her to wait a little longer until they got home. He wasn’t gonna let their first fuck be in the bathroom of a club. No he’s a gentleman and he want her in his bed.
“Well since you don’t want to do anything right now I want to dance” she said turning from him and he snaked his hands around her waist and said “I’ll come with you” and she grinned as they walked through the crowd who were all dancing to the music and she took his had and led him further into the dance floor.
“Can you believe those two” E began, looking at Ashley who was laughing at the drama they just saw in front of them and said “ those two are thirsty for each other and they both know it”
Leading him through the crowd she began swaying her hips to the music and he watched the way her hips moved and instantly got hard. Then she pulled him closer dancing to the music looking into his eyes and he fell in love with the sight in front of him. She couldn’t be any more perfect than she already was. She turned again her back facing he and she moved back as her back this his chest and she moved her hips on his crotch. He then moved his head into her neck and began kissing her, oh what she does to him.
They began to dance like they were in their own world, lost in their bliss and it felt like no one was around them, it as just them two. The music began to drown oust as they were far gone and lost in the way his crotch felt on her ass and she couldn’t help but moan out. She then opened her eyes, still dancing on Jungkook and lifted her heads up and her eyes met the gaze for a familiar man but she can’t remember where she’s seen him from.
As she continued dancing on Jungkook, her mind began to wonder at the man on the balcony, he was staring at her & although she doesn’t know him she wanted to play with him since he was staring at her. He dancing more and more swaying her hips, lift her hands up in the air and her other hand on Jungkook’s head in her neck and her smirk was nasty. She was playing a hard game, oh was she bad.
The man was still staring at her and again she thought he looked very familiar but then saw the women he was groping and the way her head moved back, and y/n knew he was “toying” with the girl in his arms. She then thought why the fuck The man was still staring at her and again she she kept on think about how he looked very familiar but then saw the women he was groping and the way her head moved back, and y/n knew he was “toying” with the girl in his arms. It couldn’t be him . Could it? She then thought why the fuck was he looking at her if he was with a women but then again she was grinding on Jungkook whilst looking at another man. The guilt was real and she lower her gaze from the man and turned facing Jungkook. And she began feeling him up his chest and he look at her questioning what she was up to. All she did was smiled back and turned her head up towards the balcony again and the girl was gone and only the man was up there staring down at her. She then walked her and Jungkook back towards their table and ordered lots of shot and began drinking.
The drinks came one after the other and she was beginning to become hazy as she leaned towards Jungkook and gulped down another drink. One after another, they couldn’t stop, they were too far gone, y/n looked at her friends and they were all in their world, she then looked at Jungkook and smiled at how fucked he looked and how good he looked at the same time. She then gripped his face as he looked at her with his eyes that always seems to pull her in and then she kisses him on his lips, they devoured each other for a moment and she pulled away looking at how flushed he looked.
Then her gaze went up to the stranger again on the balcony who was still staring at her but now speaking to someone beside him, another man as he pointed toward them, this man looks way too Familiar but she couldn’t get her mind on who he reminds her off. Too drunk and gone she shakes off her thoughts and look back at Jungkook who was staring at her, then kissed him again saying “ I’ll be back baby” and got up to leave to the bath room. She snaked through right the crowd dancing to the music and pointing her middle up at the man on the balcony. She finally arrived at the bathroom.
She opened the door to the bathroom and was shocked at how quite it was in there and was not at the same time. As she thought there would be lots of girls redoing their make up or people fucking in the bathroom. But this club had more class than that. The light was very dim in the bathroom and the music was also very faint. She got into one of the cuticles and relieved herself. Walking towards the sink she looks at herself in the mirror and smiled at how amazing but fucked out she looked. Then her gaze came to the man standing in the shadows of the entrance of the bathrooms and she almost screamed. Almost.
“Excuse me, mister, I think you’re in the wrong room” she said glaring at the stranger waiting for him to reply “ I don’t think I am princess” he spoke out in low sexy ass voice and she thought to herself princess? Fuck that sounds very familiar, she heard that voice before, Kim Taehyung? Not it can’t be right?. She breaks herself out of their thought and said “ I think you are Sir, you should leave , it’s a Female bathroom” still glaring at the stranger looming in the shadows, still she couldn’t make up what the man looks like. He then moved towards her and she stood her grounds.
“I missed you princess” he began his face inches from hers, there’s no ways she’s gonna let this random dude get away with this. “ dude, I think you got the wrong girl, I’m not your fucking princess, y/n snarled back at him meeting his eyes with a fiery gaze. He then lets out a small laugh “ I see your temper is still the same, even worse then mine”
“Honestly I don’t know who you are and I think you should leave” y/n said pointing at the door. “ I’m not going anywhere princess” he smiled.
“Fine , I’ll fucking leave then” as she turned to walk out she gripped her arm and her hand landed harshly on his face. “ fuck” he groaned “your slap is still hard like I remember”. His right had came up to feel his face, soothing it from the pain and he smirked at her.
“What are you a fucking Pedophile?” she screamed “let me fucking go or you’ll get more than a slap to your face” tugging her arm. He couldn’t help but smirk at her, the way she held herself was Domineering and respectful, her confidence and sassiness booming and he finally let her go and watched as she walked out the bathroom door.
She walked out as she tried to calm her breath, “what the fuck is wrong with that guy” she whispered out “he was no sense of respect” she continued walking up the corridor as she reached the end of the corridor she turned back and saw the man standing at the other end. She turned again to walk out back into the main area but her headache struck her like a motherfucker and felt very light headed. She felt very faint holding her face and she felt herself heating up. She began to walk again but couldn’t move, her legs felt really weak, was there something in the drink? she thought to herself or did she just drink too much, much more than she could handle. She stumbled backwards and felt the body of a stranger on her back, certainly it can’t be that same guy at the bathroom right, why couldn’t he stop lurking around?! Before she could think words slipped past her lips “sorry” and looked up as her vision became blurry and she was about to faint and she saw the same man in the bathroom standing in front of her, a smile on his face. “Fuckk” y/n whispered out and her mind went black as well as her vision.
“I finally found you princess”
Now at the Kim Mansion
Y/n woke up from her sleep, her headache killing her and she turned In the bed groaning in pain. The hung over was hitting hard and she didn’t know what to do, she lifted herself up, her eyes still closed and placed her feet on the floor and then opened her eyes, her eyes widening in shock.
“What the fuck” she screamed silently “where the fuck am I” she looked sound the unfamiliar room, who’s house was this she thought to herself, and who brought her here and her mind went to the guy in the bathroom “that fucking bastard” she said out loud. Anger rising inside her, was she just kidnapped from the club by that idiot? She couldn’t take any more of this and walked towards the door.
She put hands on the handle and tried moving the door but if wouldn’t budge, the door was locked, y/n began banging on the door screaming out for anyone on the other side and the door unlocked and opened slowly. There stood that smug bastard who fucking kidnapped her.
“You’re a fucking psycho” y/n let out a frustrated groan and looked up at him and he began walking towards her inside the bedroom. “Morning princess” he began still walking towards her as Y/n continued walking backwards mirroring his footsteps. Her back suddenly hits the wall and she had nowhere to go, she tried moving away but his hands came up to both side of her face trapping her between him.
“How are you feeling?” He asked softly moving his right hand from the wall to stroke her face, he could feel how soft she felt on her fingers and the way she looked up at him has him instantly weak at the knees. As no reply came from y/n he began again “ You’re so fucking beautiful you know that, more beautiful than I remember”
And no response but her eyes was still on his.
“ Princess you need to speak, you know” he stated, “it feels like I’m speaking to my self” he spoke as a smile crept on to his face.
“I’m not your princess” Y/n finally spoke
“ oh she talks” he countered
“And I’m not your princess asshole , I don’t even know who you are” she said angrily
“My princess still has a sharp tongue huh” he smirked out
“I honestly don’t know who you are so let me go” she screamed in his face trying to push him away but he didn’t budge.
“You don’t remember me?” He said almost sounding hurt. Almost. “No, I don’t” Y/n replied
“Princess I’m hurt, you hurt me” he said mockingly holding on to his chest, pretending to stumble backwards.
“It’s sad how you don’t remember me but I remember you very clearly” he began again walking towards Y/n again then said “ I remember the girl that helped me on the day no one else did and opened up her door for me, I remember the look she had on her face when she saw me at her door step”
Y/n eyes widen in shock
He continued “ I remember her patching me off and tending to my wounds and the bruises on my face” he sighed leaning his forehead against hers. “ I remember her making food for me, a dangerous stranger and gave me a place to stay” he lifted her face feeling how her lips felt on his fingers “ I remember her lips on mine when I kissed her goodbye” and he leaned in but she pushed him away.
“You’re him?” Y/n starts, “you’re the guy I saved five years ago?” She continued in awe.
“Ding, ding, ding, my princess is so clever” he said looking at her. “But you can’t be, you don’t look like him” she said as she looked at him, her eyes looking like a lost puppy’s.
“ well things change princess and I changed, I was weak when you saved me and that day changed my life forever, I’m now stronger than ever” he said proudly. “You’re Kim Taehyung” y/n asked rhetorically.
“Yes I am, the one and only KIM TAE FUCKING HYUNG” he said leaning towards her.
Shock still on her face, she didn’t know what to say, “Princess, don’t look so shocked” Taehyung said softly stroking her face but she removed his hands, she still couldn’t believe it, she thought she saw him a few hours ago and how he’s in front her, looking like a Greek god but then she remembered that he kidnapped her. Shoving him away Y/n began saying “you haven’t seen me in five years and the first thing you decide to do was kidnap me when you saw me?!” Anger rising in her.
He loves the way she gets angry and the way her eyes widen and the way she moves her lips when she speaks, then said “ I didn’t kidnap you, you fainted in front of me and I did you a favour bringing you back to my house and letting you sleep on my bed”
“Oh so you don’t think this is kidnapping” y/n said sarcastically raising her hands in the air. “No cause I clearly remember you needing my help” he replied as she out loud laughter. “You’re unbelievable you know that?” “You’re still the same ass hole I met five years ago you know that?” Y/n said “Well you’re still the same brat” he countered
“Yes the same brat that save your damn ass from dying” she screamed in frustration. He smiled at the frustration on her face and whispered out “ but you’re my brat, and I’m so fucking in love with you”
“What!” She said loudly .
He hates having to speak twice but for her he’ll do it again cause obviously she didn’t hear him the first time . “I’m in love with you! I loved you the day you saved me but I couldn’t tell you that cause I was weak and scared, scared at the fact that if I made you mine they would take you away from me, they could’ve killed you ...fuck...I fell in love with the women that took me in when no one else would, I love your brattiness and your beauty and brains. I’m fucking in love with you and now it’s different, I have all the power in the world and wealth and I wish to make you mine” Y/n looked up at him in awe, began to open her mouth but stopped herself. He saw the way she hesitated and turned. “I’m not gonna keep you here if you don’t want to be here” he said sadness filling his voice. “ but you’re the only person that keeps me sane and I want to beside me” he continued on. She couldn’t help but look at him in pity. “Fuck I know I’m a bad guy I’ve done bad thing too many people but you, you just change me, you keep me wanting more, keep me thinking about you everyday and in this insane world, you keep me wanting to live” he confessed She reached up and held his hand, turning him and looking at him in the eyes “ If you’re not the man you were five years ago, then who are you now?” She asked changing the subject.
“Five years ago, I was a puppet, trained to do always do what the masters says and I was too fucking naïve and so I was betrayed and now I made a name of myself- now I’m a crime lord, a fearful crime lord, I do a lot of bad things and I get everything I want-“ before he could continue Y/n interrupted him asking “what kind of bad things?!” She asked softly “ I can’t tell you that princess- if you know you what I really do, you definitely won’t want to stay” he spoke out softly leaning his forehead against hers.
Then continued on “ if you want to leave then the door is open” removing himself from her, giving her space. “But I want you to know that I’m in love with you” She looked at him and he returned his gaze with pleading eyes, she then began moving her feet and walked past him and he thought to himself, she’s gonna leave. He didn’t turn tho, he didn’t want to watch her leave but he could only lowers his head as he hears the bedroom door open then close. She was gone.
Then he hears her voice coming from behind him. “ if I stay, would it really help you?” Y/n asks softly, and Taehyung turned shocked that she actually stayed. She had a soft spot for him as he does for her. “Y-Yes” he stuttered out, he couldn’t believe he stuttered. The almighty, fearful Mafia boss stuttered. “Then what’s in it for me?” Y/n questioned further. He huffed out a laugh “ so you’re gonna negotiate with me?” Asking her. “Yes, what’s in it for me?” She continued. He was in shock of how confidant she was. You’ll get security, everything you want in this world-“ before he could continue she spoke “I already have everything I wanted” not removing her eyes on him. He then opened his mouth and closed it questioning himself for a moment then said “ you could fall in love with me” he said softly walking towards her. He then raised his hands and cupped her cheeks, and leaned in closer. “You could fall in love with me, like I am in love with you” he repeated. “Maybe” Y/n replied with a soft voice.
“Be with me for a year or two and if you fall in love with me, stay, if you don’t then the door is always open for you to leave but I hope you’ll give me a chance” this was the second time he ever begged in his life “please”. Y/n’s mind began to wonder, if she agrees to him, she would be starting a new life and it was almost as if she was waiting for him to come and knock at her door. And here he was the mighty dragon right in front of her, eyes drawing her in and she suddenly forgot about the life she led before today. Will she be able to forget her love for Jungkook and leave her friends behind being with this deadly beast? And this isn’t love right? She’s not doing this for love.....is she?
Y/n looked up at him and met his pleading eyes, little did he know, she fell in love with him too, five years ago that is, possibly love at first sight, she then softly said “ok”, and closed her eyes embracing him.
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A/N: chapter 2& 3are currently being written and will be released next week Saturday and Sunday, I will specify the time later on😄 hope you’re liking the series so far 😗
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North Africa. 95,000,000 BCE.
The hot midday sun beats down upon a vast tidal plain. Though this region of the world will one day become the Sahara Desert, one of the driest places in the world, in the mid-Cretaceous, it is a lush saltwater swamp, home to all manner of fish, reptiles, and dinosaurs. And some of the dinosaurs that call this swamp home are among the largest creatures to ever walk the earth.
A thunderous footstep heralds the arrival of a Paralititan. Its massive head and neck tower four meters above the tops of the mangrove trees around it. Its legs are thicker than the trunks of the trees themselves, and its body so vast that it plays host to its own self-contained ecosystem.
Normally, Paralititan travels in huge multigenerational herds, roaming the swamplands, stripping them of vegetation. But, this old male is on his own. He has wandered off to die.
The giant’s grey-green flesh seems to pulsate with each thundering footfall. His skin crawls with countless parasitic insects, and even a small pterosaur who has already begun picking at a particularly rancid scab. Although he is still alive, if only just, he is so incomprehensibly ancient that the flesh has already begun to decompose from his bones. Everywhere he goes, the unmistakeable stench of rot follows.
This is something that the local carnivores have picked up on.
A pair of Rugops trail behind the dying sauropod. Though these 6-meter abelisaurs are plenty fierce, their snub-nosed skulls are far too delicate to risk attacking such a mighty adversary. So, Rugops has taken up a niche something like a jackal — harrying weak or dying animals until they succumb to their exhaustion. While it has meant that they do not reach the same large sizes of their cousins in South America, this lifestyle has served Rugops well, and allowed them to survive for millions of years.
The presence of such scavengers is exactly the reason why the dying Paralititan has wandered off on his own. While his brain is diminutive compared to his sixty-ton body, his instincts still tell him to protect the next generation, even in his dying moments. The death of a creature of his size will attract every carnivorous animal for miles. Even with as much flesh is available on his body, it seems almost certain that some of the bloodlust-fueled scavengers will turn on the living herd members. By splitting off from them at the moment of his passing, he greatly reduces that risk.
He stops in his tracks. His great ribcage shudders with his wavering breath. With a final booming gasp, his right foreleg gives way, and the giant collapses. In a great cacophony of splintering trees and splashing water, he falls to the ground, his enormous body shaking the earth when it hits. He is not entirely dead, but he no longer has the strength to stand. The last thing he sees as his synapses fire a final time is the shape of the Rugops pair rushing his fallen body.
The Rugops waste no time in attacking the carcass. The larger male jumps onto the sauropod’s flank, slipping in the accumulated muck before finding his footing. He rips at the thick skin with his toe claws, tearing a hole that he can fit his bulldog-snout into. Once he’s in, he begins his macabre feast. Rugops’ neck is slightly longer than that of its close relatives, so, despite his short jaws, he is still able to reach his head fairly deep into the carcass, and access the more nutritious meat within.
His mate doesn’t waste unnecessary energy creating her own opening. Instead, she simply finds a wound — the same one the pterosaur already opened — and uses that as her entry point.
The two abelisaurs feed for quite some time on the titanosaur’s fetid body. Suddenly, a deep, bassy, almost industrial sound echoes from the trees. They stop eating, putrid flesh still hanging from their jaws, and turn to the direction of the sound.
From out of the brush, another theropod emerges. Nearly three times larger than the Rugops, its scaly hide glittering an iridescent blue. Its enormous boxy head is almost the size of a Rugops’ ribcage, and is packed with teeth the size and shape of steak knives.
Carcharodontosaurus.
It opens its massive jaws, flashing its teeth and emitting another ear-splitting bellow. The Rugops turn to flee, the male slipping once more on the slick hide of the carcass. He falls into the swampy muck with a wet splash, narrowly avoiding the Carcharodontosaurus’ snapping jaws. The two abelisaurs high-tail it away from the scene, as the newcomer claims their quarry.
The Carcharodontosaurus lifts one of its feet, and firmly plants it on the dead Paralititan’s belly, digging in its claws to ensure a steady grip. It leans down, extending its mouth to the widest gape it can muster. The knife-like teeth sink into the meat with almost no effort, and the giant carnivore pulls back its head, slicing out a mammoth hunk of flesh, which it proceeds to swallow whole.
Attracted by the sounds of the commotion, a few more Rugops and a Deltadromeus, a fleet-footed cousin of the Jurassic Allosaurus, have also arrived at the killsite. The Carcharodontosaurus momentarily pauses in its savage gluttony to roar at the smaller carnivores. They turn and run, just like the Rugops pair before, but they do not stray far. Content at their distance, the apex predator resumes its feeding.
There is plenty of food for all of them, but they will have to wait their turn.
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