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I had a dream where there was a kissing competition and trans people won soooo
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Runaway Love (kidnapper Price x captive reader)
cw: established kidnapping, violence, intimidation, unplanned pregnancy, miscommunicated threat of forced abortion, eventual Stockholm syndrome, housewife kink. Reader just accepts her situation at this point. Dub-con, non-con.
You couldn't think of anything except the pain that radiated with each step toward your room. You were lucky your work and home were the same place. It was incomprehensible, downright unbelievable how some of the other maids worked their shift and then either walked home or walked to the bus stop.
Granted, most of them weren't pregnant and had shoes that actually fit, but you didn't like to complain. You were lucky to have the job, even if it was back breaking. You had a roof over your head and although the pay was minimal, you were able to buy essentials and save up and with a baby on the way every penny saved counted.
Most importantly, you were free. You were safe and so was the baby. It had been the only reason that after almost a year, you had finally been brave enough to escape. Knowing that it would be hard to rebuild a life from scratch. Knowing that the consequences meant a punishment so severe you could only hope for death.
You had tracked your period religiously. Even with the stress of being held captive by a psycho military Captain, your cycles were fairly normal. So when you were five days off, you knew. In a moment in which you wanted nothing more than to be happy to finally be starting the family you dreamed about having as a little girl, fear enveloped you.
John had never mentioned kids. Only a wife. Someone to be at home waiting for him. Keeping the house in order and his bed warm while he was away.
All I need is you and the boys, Birdie. What more could a man want?
You considered telling him. Hoping that he would be as happy as you wanted to be. Yet anytime you came close to telling him over the next two weeks, horrible thoughts raced through your mind. What if he was angry? What if he blamed you even though he practically took you whenever he pleased? How would he terminate the pregnancy or would he be content in letting you give birth without any medical intervention and simply get rid of the baby after?
Would he just get rid of you altogether?
It was like the universe was telling you to run when shortly after you decided that telling him wasn't the answer, that he told you he was going on a mission. Won't be back for a couple of weeks. Sent the boys to pick up anything you'll need. I know you'll be good for me.
You had been good. For that last six months, you had behaved. Didn't pull away from his touch or put up a fuss. You lived in the epitome of domestic bliss, so John had no reason to send you down to the basement. Not when you had so many opportunities to try to escape and you didn't.
Granted, he had threatened to break your legs during your first and last stunt. You had been in the basement for three weeks. Living in near darkness as he brought all of your meals. You had been upstairs for about twenty minutes and barely made it to the door before he tackled you. Pinning you to the ground, breath hot against the back of your neck as he hissed in your ear. Ungrateful little brat.
Your apologies fell on deaf ears as he hauled you back down where you would stay for six weeks.
For months you built the relationship on a lie. A lie John deluded himself into believing. Anytime he told you he loved you, you repeated the words back. Wanting to scrub your body raw anytime he touched you and hating yourself anytime he made you come.
But it had been worth it. You were four months along, and given your ill-fitted clothes, not really showing, but knowing that in another five months you would be holding the baby you always wanted. A baby that you had went through hell for. Seeing his or her face for the first time, being their mom would be worth it.
You kept all of the lights off. It was a request of the motel owners to reduce their bills. So even if it was early December and you knew you would be walking back to a freezing room, they didn't give a shit. In truth, they were doing you a favor only charging you $400 in rent with unlimited access to their laundry services. You suppose having the pity of others did have its perks.
You hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights before pulling your shoes off your feet and plopping down on the bed. The grit and grim still felt thick on your skin, but you couldn't find the energy to care. You would shower and get on a fresh set of clothes you had gotten from the shelter when you first made it into the city, but for now you needed a moment. Just a few minutes to decompress.
A few minutes turned into five and then ten. Before you knew it, you had been laying in the bed floating in and out of consciousness for almost twenty minutes. You knew you needed to get up. Wash away the grime of the day that had settled on your skin. Your clothes smelling faintly of bleach.
Fuck you were tired.
You were always tired.
You got up and made your way to the bathroom, barely keeping your eyes opened. Not confident enough you would actually be able to take a shower without wanting to lay down in the tub and let all the strain of the day go down the train.
It's funny how the human body can make us teeter on the edge of sleep. We imagine things that may or not be there. But when you heard it, when you heard that voice coming from the corner of you room, you knew you weren't imagining anything.
"Wonderin' when you'd wake up."
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can i please request---
Bang Chan, yandere!au,
- You always joked with your extremely hot best friend that you would flirt and fuck your kidnapper because you read a lot of dark romance. So, they decided to make that dream a reality. Oh no, whatever will you do to gain your freedom?
thanks a bunch! ♡
oh wait i forgot the kink sorry! for bang chan yandere request, please add kink: Voyeurism/Exbitionism
yandere!bangchan x fem!reader || prompt: you always joked with your extremely hot best friend that you would flirt and fuck your kidnapper because you read a lot of dark romance. so, they decided to make that dream a reality. oh no, whatever will you do to gain your freedom? || kinks: voyeurism/exhibitionism, roleplay, strip tease || warnings: basically consensual kidnapping, you can tell this was gonna going darker but i pulled back whoops, in my head he fucked her senseless on the hood of that car - just so you know || wc: 1.5k
please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT
“You would? Really?” Chan asks, raising an eyebrow with his eyebrow arched and you nod, giggling as you can tell he’s silently judging you. “You know that’s certifiably insane, right?”
You scoff, rolling your eyes up at him, giving him a little attitude simply to push his buttons. “Says the morally grey yandere with anger issues.” His eyes darken slightly, the muscles in his jaw tensing in the way that indicates that he’s irked. Only a little, you’re his princess so he’s never actually mad at you. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot – you also have jealous tendencies and this weird thing with ownership.”
You know Chan, you know that while he will never make a move to possess you – he can’t bear the thought of someone else seeing you in the most intimate ways.
Moving past the larger man, you head into the kitchen only for him to follow you, leaning against the bench with his arms folded over his chest as he watches you. Thoughts run through his mind at your confession and how he could possibly play into that fantasy, how he could bring to life something that only you would suggest to life in a way where he had all the control. “Would you really fuck your kidnapper?”
“Would you let me?”
“Not what I asked, princess.” He watches you make something to eat, noticing you are swaying your hips a little too enticingly. “I asked if you would fuck your kidnapper if you got the chance?”
Pausing for a second, you think about how to word it before shrugging, “Depends on who the kidnapper is. He’d have to make sure that you wouldn’t be able to find us because knowing you — you’d ruin all the fun.” There’s a deep growl coming from behind you as Chan grits his teeth. “Oh, calm down big boy. Nobody is kidnapping me! A girl can have fantasies even if they don’t come true.”
A girl can have fantasies even if you think your extremely hot, tattooed and built like a God best friend is too stupid to get the hint and make it a reality.
Or so you think.
Chan might pretend he doesn’t pick up on your hints, your teasings, but he knows. Of course, he does. He dreams about it and fucks his hand wishing it was you when he wakes up. Chan might pretend he doesn’t but that is simply because he doesn’t want to tarnish that sweet innocence that he loves about you.
He’d consume you, smother your purity and choke everything good out of you — preferably with his hand around your throat as you scream his name. What a thought it is, a fantasy of his own, to corrupt his little princess in the one way you so desperately wish he would. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, trust when he says that he does, it’s more about the fact that once he crosses that line, there’s no going back.
Ever.
Maybe it’s a form of delayed gratification, some weird masochistic thrill he gets out of watching you try and date someone else when you actually want him, but Chan knows that once that door opens — there’s no closing it.
It takes some planning and some working out to make it seem like it’s not so obviously him, but Chan manages to find a way to give you what you want. Should he tell you? Maybe, but if you knew… would it be as fun?
As night falls, the man puts on a mask, pulls the hood over his head to hide any distinguishing features from sight, and makes his way over to you as you come out to put out the trash. He’s stealthy as he sneaks up behind you, your headphones blasting in your ears as you badly sing along to the words until a hand is over your mouth and a strong arm wraps around your body to pull you away from the streetlamp.
Did you not listen to him when he told you to take self-defence? He wonders as he easily drags you towards the car he hired so you can’t trace it to him. Placing you in the trunk, Chan watches as you look up at him with wide eyes filled with fear and confusion, before slowly closing it and trapping you inside. “That was almost too easy…” Chan mutters to himself as he gets in the car and the moment he leaves your place, heading towards a quieter part of town, it dawns on him why you were so silent and didn’t scream.
You know.
You must know it’s him.
There’s no other reason why, right?
… Right?
“Please, don’t hurt me!” You say as soon as Chan opens the trunk and goes to pull you out, “I’ll do anything you want, just let me live!” You try and make it sound like you’re scared but you can’t keep the knowing smile from playing on your lips as he helps you stand. He doesn’t say anything, not right away, but he looks at you with his dark eyes before sighing and taking off the mask and hood. “You were far too gentle to be actually kidnapping me.”
“Well, that’s a first.” He scoffs and helps you adjust your oversized shirt. His shirt. There’s a moment of silence, tension electrifying the air as neither of you decide to bring up the very obvious reason as to why he went along with this stupid plan… why you told him what your fantasy was. Seconds tick by as he watches you, eyes moving slowly over your body, undressing you while your nipples harden and you fold your arms over your chest to keep them hidden from observing eyes. “Roleplay.” He says, finally deciding that he’s sick of not knowing how you taste. “I’ve kidnapped you, you can’t escape and you’ll do anything I want so I’ll let you live.”
Licking your lips, you smile, nodding. “Oh, Mr Kidnapper, what will it take for you to let me go?” You don’t miss a beat, falling right into the role as Chan stands in front of you, observing.
A finger tilts your chin up, thumb running along your bottom lip before it’s pushed into your mouth, encouraging you to suck on it while he thinks about all the possibilities in his head. He’s wanted this for a while, a long time, fucking forever if he’s honest with himself, so what would be the best way to start?
How can he drag this out for as long as possible?
“Strip.” He says, taking a step back, “strip and then lay on the hood of the car.”
You start off slowly, glad that you were in the most minimal amount of clothing that you could be in at this very moment. You start with your booty shorts and panties, dragging them down your thighs before kicking them away from you and beginning to lift your shirt up. It’s agonising really, how long you take to pull it over your head and you commend Chan for his restraint because if he decided to fuck around and tease you this way – you’d be ripping his hoodie off him. Dropping the shirt in front of you, you cover your chest and repress a giggle as Chan growls at the fact that you’re hiding from him.
���Get on the hood.” He commands, following you around to the front and helping you get up. “Lay on your back, don’t fucking cover your chest otherwise I will grab the rope out and tie you down.”
“Tempting.” You wink as you try and get comfortable but the metal has your entire body tensing. It’s not cold, the car is still running and the hood is warm on your back but… he couldn’t have chosen to take you somewhere with a bed? “Now?”
Chan’s tongue presses against the inside of his cheek as he takes in your body, wanting to touch and feel and learn how your body will react to him but he’s promised himself he’s going to take it slow, make this last, enjoy frustrating you by denying you what you want – him. Sure, he’s denying himself too but again, it’s all part of the fun. “I want to see how you touch yourself when you think of me.” Your eyes widen and he takes a step closer, grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs so you can’t hide anymore. “Don’t pretend you’ve never thought about it, we wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t.” He tilts his head, looking you in the eyes and seeing the confession waiting to be drawn out. “If you can come without me needing to touch you, I’ll reward you.”
You can’t clench your thighs together to give yourself any friction at the idea of being rewarded and by the way your cunt clenches around nothing, it’s obvious to Chan you like it. “How?” You ask as your fingers begin to trace down your body, towards your tingling core.
“By having you come around my fingers next.”
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Imagine how Billy would react if an opposing gang kidnapped his young daughter
(imagining this is in the same universe as this) ౨ৎ꣑ৎyours and billy's daughter is kidnapped౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid
It all seemed to happen in a flash
One minute you were in the kitchen, having left your baby girl alone for just a moment to play in the garden. The window you were next to had a direct view of Annie, and so you didn't think anything of it.
The next, you watched in horror as a man, bandanna pulled up over his face, suddenly appeared, seizing her and carrying her away. Instantly you reacted, running out to try and stop it. Managing to catch up with him, you tugged at his arm, pleading with him to give your daughter back, who was now crying in a way that made your heart break.
He shoved you to the ground, and by the time you regained your bearings, he was long gone. Riding off into the distance, Annie's cries echoing across the empty space.
Breaths frantic, you pulled your knees to your chest, mind racing. How had they found you? Who could be cruel enough to take away a little girl who'd done nothing to deserve it? If you'd had a minute to reason with him, you would have begged the man take you instead.
When you heard hooves approaching in the distance, you thought maybe he had come back for you. Burying your face in your knees, your body shook with sobs. If only you hadn't left her alone, if only you'd taken her with you when you went inside.
Lifting your head, you heard Billy's voice calling out for you and Annie, and a wave of relief washed over you. Scrambling to your feet, you flung the door open, running to him. You could hardly see through your tears, but it didn't matter. Your body could find him like a magnet seeking its mate.
Crashing into him, you began to cry again, and though you couldn't see his face you knew he was confused. His arms encircled you, and he began to try and soothe you. "Oh, sweetheart, what's all this? What's happened?" Billy petted your hair, rubbing your back as you clung to him. "Where's Annie?"
You lifted your head at that, searching his eyes as you tried to figure out how to tell him. Billy's once-concerned expression darkened, and he thumbed the side of your face, brow furrowed. "Darlin', where's Annie? What happened?" His tone was more urgent now.
"There...there was a man...he took her-" your voice broke, and you hid your face in your hands. "I tried to stop him but he took Annie-" you cut yourself off, hysterical. "It was all my fault, I left her alone, I shouldn't have-"
"Baby...baby..." Billy was surprisingly calm as he removed your hands from your face, replacing them with his own on your cheeks. He brushed away tears with his fingers. "I need ya to look at me. Hm?"
You raised your tear-filled eyes to meet his. He exhaled softly, searching them. The ocean color of his own gave you some comfort, and you managed to calm down just a little.
"There we go...atta girl," he murmured, eyes still on you. Then he brought you close once again, holding your head to his chest. "Did ya see what direction they rode in?"
"J-just about north, I think," you managed. His chin touched your head- a nod.
"Mkay." Billy pulled back, settling his hands on your shoulders. He looked you in the eye, a determination on his face. "Honey, I needja to stay here. Can ya do that f' me?"
When you nodded, he managed a small upturn of his lips. "Good girl. I'm gonna go get 'er, okay? With any luck I'll be back by mornin'."
"Billy..." you choked. "What-?"
"Don't worry 'bout me," he insisted firmly, both hands on the nape of your neck, over your hair with thumbs just brushing your jaw on either side. As you looked up at him, you could see the simmering anger within. He was trying to rein it in for your sake, but there was no telling what he would do once he had Annie's kidnappers within reach.
It was easy for you to forget how dangerous Billy was considered because of how gentle he was with you. He was your dream and the world's nightmare. Especially when said world hurt the ones he loved.
The intensity in his eyes was present as he leaned in, kissing you briefly. "Try 'n get some sleep. I'll be home soon." Billy turned and left with one final brush to your cheek, before you could utter a single word of protest.
Though he told you to sleep, you didn't even try. Eyelids heavy, wrapped in a blanket to stifle the chill of the night air, you listened for the sounds of his returning horse. Worry wracked your body as your mind brought forth a series of horrifying images that you couldn't get rid of.
Had he gotten her out? Were either of them hurt? Was he even able to find her? It was agony, knowing the two people you loved the most in this world were in danger, and not being able to do a single thing about it. The only thing you were capable of was following his order to stay put.
All the while your body was tight with anxiety, every happy memory of your sweet little daughter playing behind your eyes. Just this morning she'd been giggling showing you the little handful of daisies she'd picked, her never-ending fondness for flowers more than endearing to you.
As the clock ticked, signaling the morning's early hours, you began to lose hope. At this point, you were completely unsure if he would ever return, if the man who'd taken your baby had caught him and was planning to return for you as well.
Bootsteps on the porch awakened you from your stupor, and you stood as Billy carefully opened the door. And in his arms, fast asleep, was Annie.
You gasped, moving forward and carefully touching your daughter's face with a shaky hand, unsure if this was a dream. Looking up at Billy with your eyes wide, you murmured, "Is she...?"
"She's alright," Billy whispered, looking down at Annie, whose head was nestled partially in his neck. Her little hand was clinging to his shirt, her breathing soft. "Just a lil' shaken up. But she's okay."
Your eyes filled with tears of relief, and you rested your head on Billy's shoulder. He put a hand on your back, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling softly. "You shoulda gone to bed, sweet thing."
"I was too worried," you sniffled, holding him close, one hand on Annie's back. Billy hummed, bending at the knees and winding an arm around your legs under your bottom, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried both you and Annie to your bedroom, setting you down on the mattress.
You took Annie in your arms, snuggling her close and kissing her hair, vowing to never let her out of your sight again. Sitting up, you watched Billy unbutton his shirt, removing his pants as well. When he came closer, sitting on the bed, you lifted a hand to his face, tracing a finger over the dried blood on his cheek.
No questions were asked. You knew it would be better that way. He simply covered your hand on his face with his own, clasping it and kissing your fingers.
Even if you asked, you knew he would never tell you what happened.
Lying on your back, Annie nestled into your side, you reached out an arm for Billy, eyes conveying what he needed them to. It didn't matter what he had done. Both him and your baby were safe.
He settled in next to you, pressing a kiss to your hair and wrapping his arms around both you and Annie. Billy buried his face in the crook of your neck, too exhausted to speak. Your other hand came up to his head, nails gently scratching his head and soothing him to sleep.
The protective spot in his arms made you feel enough at ease to close your eyes. Billy wouldn't let anything more happen.
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Kidnapping Miss America
Summary: It was an easy job. They had it planned well. They weren’t prepared for you.
Pairing: Criminal!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Criminal!Jake Jensen
Warnings: bitchy reader, arguments, banter, biting (not the sexy kind), violence against kidnappers, mistaken identity, fighting for dominance, dumbass kidnappers (kinda), grumpy Bucky, tension
A/N: Here's the dream pairing we have been waiting for...😂
Words: 2,7k
“Fuck, she’s heavier than she looks,” the guy carrying you inside the hideout pants. He complains loudly as you hang over his shoulder. “I thought she was a model or something.”
“Hey, asshat! Say that again and I’ll scratch your eyes out! Never call me heavy again!” You wiggle in his tight hold. “I will kill the both of you and rip your balls off if I see one hair of your dick!”
The other guy chuckles at your antics. “Yeah, never call her heavy again. That’s not nice. And I won’t show you my dick. I don’t get hard for bitchy bitches.”
“Who asked you?” You growl and blindly grasp for your second kidnapper. “How about brightening your horizon and learning some new words? Bitchy bitches my ass.”
“She has claws and teeth,” kidnapper number one drops you to the ground, making you cry out as you land hard on your ass.
“You fucker!” You jump up faster than the guy can blink. They believed you were a damsel in distress and didn’t restrain your ankles or wrists. Now they regret their lapsus because you jump at the guy dropping you to the floor. “I’ll kill you.”
“What the fuck!” The guy exclaims as you tackle him. He ends up on the ground, you on top of him. You dig your nails into his chest and twist his left nipple. “OUCH!” He squeaks ungracefully as you do it again.
The second guy snickers behind you, but you won’t have it. You get up and rip the blindfold off your eyes. “Bastard!” You kick the first guy’s balls before jumping at the second guy. “I’ll kill you!”
“Help me!” The second guy calls for help as you sink your teeth in his neck and repeatedly bite him like a feral dog. “She tries to rip my flesh out! BUCKY! HELP!”
“I’ll get my pound of flesh!”
“Whoa, is this how Miss America acts? I thought you all dream of world peace and American pie!” The first guy slowly gets back up. He limps toward you to drag you off the second guy. “Let him go, you crazy bitch!”
“Eat shit, loser!” You snarl and twirl around to punch the first guy’s nose. “I’m not some girl you can just kidnap! Who do you think you are?”
“What the fuck, Jensen!” The first guy cups his aching crotch. “I wanted to make fast cash, not get my balls rearranged.”
You snicker as the first guy pleadingly looks at you. He’s much taller than you and strong. It shouldn’t be too hard for him to take you down. But he seems to be afraid to get close to you now.
“He said this is an easy job to make fast cash! All we had to do was grab Miss America and make sure she couldn’t win this contest,” the second guy, Jensen, grunts. “That’s not my fucking fault, Bucky!”
“Of course, it is your fucking fault! You listened to that dumbass,” Bucky bites back. His balls are bruised, and he won’t take this lightly. “I can’t believe I listened to you! I could’ve made more with poker tonight. Instead, I got my balls bruised.”
“More like your ego, wannabe kidnapper,” you chuckle darkly. Bucky’s eyes darken and he takes one step toward you.
You grit your teeth and ball your hands into fists, preparing for a fight.
“What are you? A ninja or shit?” Jensen panics as you look like you know what you are doing. “I think she wants to use karate or something.”
“It’s called Krav Maga, dumbass,” you snap at Jensen and get ready for his attack. “Come and get some.” You prepare for a fight with both men. Two tall guys against you, a fair fight. Your trainer didn’t call you firecracker for nothing.
“I think she’s crazy,” Bucky looks at his accomplice. “Jensen, this was a stupid idea. Miss America is a crazy bitch.”
“Dude, I’m not a miss nor Miss America,” you grit your teeth at Bucky. “You are the crazy one here if you think I’ll just roll over and let you pervs touch me!”
“Wait!” Jensen raises his hands in surrender. “You are not Miss America?” He cocks his head to look you up and down. “Hmm…yeah. I guess those girls don’t have a nice ass like you do.”
“Did you just call my perfect bottom fat?” You narrow your eyes. “Say that again if you want to lose a testicle. I dare you four-eyes!”
Jensen looks offended and pouts. He sniffs and turns away for a moment while his partner in crime tries to charm his way out of this situation.
“It’s a perfect peach,” Bucky shamelessly stares at your ass. He hums and cups his crotch again. “If I didn’t risk another kick to my crotch I’d offer you to take care of your peach.” He grins like he made you the nicest compliment.
“Calling my ass peach won’t get you out of trouble! You kidnapped me, the bookkeeper of the year, and I missed the prize-giving because of you. They wanted to give me a golden pencil and a coupon.”
“Bookkeeper of the year?” Bucky groans. “Jensen don’t tell me we were at the wrong place. Again…”
“How shall I know?” Jensen shrugs. “Dude said she’ll be in the room and wait for us to grab her! It’s not my fault he gave us the wrong information.”
“Seriously? You wanted to kidnap Miss America?” You snort. “Dude, they protect her better than the president. Did you honestly believe Miss America is sleeping at a sleazy motel? She sleeps at the four seasons!”
“Great. We grabbed the wrong girl then,” Bucky sighs and runs one hand down his face. “We fucked up big time.” He pouts and stares daggers into his partner’s skull. “You fucked this up, Jensen!”
“He gave us the wrong information! That’s not my fault.” Jensen sniffs. “Why do you always blame me? I’m only the tech nerd to you. You do not respect me at all.”
“Aw, are you having relationship trouble? Do you want me to wait outside so you can make up?” You tease.
Jensen drops his gaze and sighs deeply. He shrugs and mumbles an apology under his breath.
Somehow, you pity these two. They don’t seem to be the smartest criminals and you can’t help but feel sorry for them.
Bucky slowly sits down on the worn-out couch. He switches the TV on, to distract himself from thinking about the money they lost tonight. Bucky switches through the channels, making comments about the shows. “Boring…nonsense…wait..”
“What is it?” Jensen gapes at the TV. “Pump up the volume. I want to hear this.”
You look at the TV, listening to what the reporter has to say. According to them someone tried to kidnap Miss America and got shot. They didn’t make it out alive.
“Whoa, this could’ve been us.” Bucky huffs. “Take that, Walker. I knew it was a stupid idea to work with that fucker! He gave us the wrong address to get all the money!”
“You only work with idiots, huh?” You sit next to Bucky. “So, tell me, how much money do you make with crimes.”
“Not much lately. We used to make a lot of cash, but our concurrent fucked us over,” Bucky grumbles. “We need fast cash to keep our business running and stop Rumlow from taking over our club.”
“How do you usually make cash if you don’t kidnap women?” You grin darkly as Bucky’s frown deepens. “Come on, we are kidnapping buddies now. You can trust me.”
“You kicked my balls, lady!” Bucky snaps at you. “I don’t trust you at all. My balls don’t trust you. And my gut instinct doesn’t trust you.”
You snort. “Fine, I’ll go home, grab my prize on the way, and tell Rumlow greetings from you two losers…”
Jensen stares at you with wide fearful eyes as you make your way toward the door.
“Rumlow?” He hiccups. “You know Rumlow?”
“He prefers when I call him Brock and rub his shoulders after a long day,” you look over your shoulder to flash Bucky, who suddenly stands behind you, a smirk. “Did I forget to mention that I’m his bookkeeper?”
Jensen makes an odd noise. He wrings his hands and tries to not show he’s scared to hell and back at the mention of Brock Rumlow.
“What? Not so cocky any longer?” You turn on your heels to jab two fingers into Bucky’s chest. “Miss America my ass. I’m worth more than that bony bitch!”
Bucky looks you up and down. He hums and immediately pounces on you. “You’re right,” you squeak when he throws you over his shoulder again. “Rumlow will pay us a fucking lot of money to get you back.”
“Uh-Bucky,” Jensen watches his partner restrain you to the heater. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to treat her this way. Rumlow will kill us,”
“Aw, your little partner is scared,” you snicker. “How about you two play by my rules from now on, and I help you get more money than you could ever spend?”
Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. He sniffs and turns to leave the room. “I don’t trust you.”
“Wait, maybe she can help us,” Jensen doesn’t want to end up dead because they kidnapped you. If you are willing to help them, he’ll do anything to get in your good graces.
Bucky sneers as his partner looks at you like a lost puppy. “Get out of the fucking room, Jensen. We don’t negotiate with girls kicking a man’s balls.”
“It’s called massage,” you giggle and snort as Bucky turns around to glare at you. “Don’t tell me you never got kicked in the balls before. You scream awful first date.”
“Watch your tongue!” Bucky points his index finger at you. “I’m an awesome first date. The ladies never complained.”
“Yeah, because you bored them to death.” The look he gives you makes you giggle again. “You’re not used to a woman talking back, huh?”
“What you said about the money,” Jensen clears his throat to get your attention, “is it true? Can you help us?”
“Well,” you look at the handcuffs around your wrist. “I will talk if your partner takes these off again. If not, you will regret putting your hands on me.”
“How do you want to help us? Talk,” Bucky barks while his partner expectantly looks at you. “I don’t have all night.”
“I got more than enough time,” you stretch your body and yawn. “How about you get some food and beer first? I’ll talk after I eat. You fucked my day up.”
“Uh-I don’t have much money with me,” Jensen looks inside his wallet, sighing deeply. “I got ten bucks. What do you have, Bucky?”
“Guys,” you sigh and shake your head. “How did you survive for so long without my help?” You get up from the couch and grab your bag. “Christ, you should have at least one hundred bucks with you. You never know if you need to run.”
“What?” Bucky furrows his brows. “What do you mean you must run away?”
“I’m working for a dangerous criminal who likes to kill people if they look at him for too long. I have a plan, always.”
“Making plans is my job,” Jensen grins proudly. “Not this one, of course. Walker made the plan this time.”
“Hmm…” you open your wallet and hand Bucky fifty bucks. “Here, get us some food and beer. I think you know where my car is. Get it here, and don’t get caught. I trust you that you don’t run off and leave me alone with your partner.”
“I’m not your servant,” Bucky grunts and snatches the money out of your hands. “Why do you need your car?”
“I’ll tell you if you come back with food and beer…”
“Here,” Bucky slams the beer on the table. He drops three paper bags filled with takeout next to the beer, huffing as you are busy playing the blind man’s bluff card game with Jensen. “What are you doing? She’s still our hostage.”
“Jakie and I discussed the most important things,” you coo, and grab one of the bags. “I hope you brought some dessert too. This is going to be a long night.”
“Yeah? How about you answer my questions first,” Bucky grunts and slams his fist onto the table. “Why are there three suitcases and shit in your trunk?”
“Uh-“Batting your eyelashes you try to not give away too much. “That’s none of your business. I was about to go on vacation.”
“Vacation for how long?” Bucky steps closer and snatches the card from your forehead. He crumples the card up and flings it across the room. “I’m done playing games. Talk.”
“Stop barking at me like a feral dog,” you snap at Bucky. "Jake and I had a great time without your grumpy ass around."
“Stop messing with me,” the brunette pants heavily. “We’ve got no time for this shit.”
“Fine. I kinda stole the access data for Rumlow’s offshore bank accounts and his black book. I know where he’s hiding every single buck.”
Bucky licks his lips while his partner in crime nervously shifts in his seat. “He’s going to kill all of us, Buck. We need to get out of town!”
“Relax, Jakie!” You wave his concern off. “Rumlow is busy with another poker game. He’s out of town for a week. More than enough time to get out of town and transfer all of his money to my bank account in the Bahamas.”
“Bahamas? You think he won’t find you there?” Bucky huffs. “You’re stupider than I thought if you believe for one second you can rob Brock Rumlow and get away with it.”
“Aw, sweet cheeks,” you pat Bucky’s cheek. “I already robbed every single buck. I only need to get out of town, and this country.”
“She robbed all of his money,” Jensen hiccups. “What if he believes we had something to do with all of this?”
“You know,” sizing Jensen up you smirk, “I could need help hiding the money. You’re smart and reliable. If you are willing to follow me, we can be Gods.”
“Do you listen to yourself sometimes?” Bucky huffs. “Rumlow will flay Jensen and you alive. You have no survival instinct at all.”
“I got survival instinct,” you bump your chest into Bucky’s trying to intimidate him. “I kicked your balls, remember? I could have easily broken your neck too.”
“I’d like to see you try.” He dares to grin. “I doubt you’ll be able to wrap your hands around my neck. Little peach.”
“Well, if you are the survival expert you should join me and Jakie,” you challenge. “Your business is dead. So, I heard.”
“We could buy an island!” Jensen dreamily sighs. “Cocktails on the beach. The sun kissing my skin.”
“You’ll get sunburn,” Bucky grunts. He crosses his arms over his chest while eying you warily. He cocks a brow when you open a beer and take a large swig.
“I’ll pay you,” you run your fingertips over his bicep. “What’s your price? How much does your service cost me?”
Jensen watches you sip on the beer. He hums and imagines helping you for free to touch your peach. “I’ll do it for free!”
“Jensen!” Bucky mutters.
“Aw, he only wants to be a good boy for me, right?” You turn on your heels to pat Jensen’s cheek. He smiles widely. “I got more money than you could ever dream of. I only need someone to help me hide it and a bodyguard.”
“Bucky,” Jensen pleads.
“Fine,” the brunette throws his hands up. “If we die, I’ll blame you, Jensen.”
On your way out of town, you relax in the passenger seat staring at your bank account. Fifty million dollars should be enough to start a new life.
While Jensen takes a nap in the back seat, Bucky is driving the car you rented using a fake identity. He’s still a grumpy ass but you know, he’ll do anything to protect you. If only for the money you promised them.
Soon you will leave this country and your old life. Rumlow will regret firing you. He will remember your name till the end of his life.
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#bucky barnes#jake jensen#bucky barnes x reader#jake jensen x reader#Kidnapping Miss America#jake jensen x you#female reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n
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The Script Shop of Dreams (Manhwa)
Created by: Ao Xiao Ze
Genre: Fantasy/Romance
Fun fact, I actually did do the translations for chapter 5 I believe of this manhwa for a friend before it got a full on official translation. As of current about 25 chapters are out. It has similar plot device as I want to be a Big Baddie where the female lead is jumping through different stories, though currently, she's only in the isekai/murder mystery story. I do like this kind of idea so I hope there will be more of them in the future.
The story starts with with Luo Meng, a rich girl who can have anything, except finding a man named Mu Han. She met Mu Han a year ago, and he became her tutor. After confessing to him, Mu Han suddenly disappeared, leaving no trace of his existence. Annoyed at this, she starts to look for him. In this world script games, games that allow you to live different stories and different lives, have become popular, and also was created by Mu Han. To look for him, Luo Meng goes into a store called the script shop of dreams, and opens one of the scripts after seeing Mu Han's name on the front, causing her to be absorbed into the book. She ends up going into a murder mystery type story as the female lead when she was a child and immediately finds that the butler that looks just like Mu Han. After talking to the system, she finds out her role- to prevent the murder from happening in the mansion in the first place. She first ends up acting haughtily towards her fiance, only for the butler to step in when he tries to slap her out of anger. She tries to force an interaction with her and the butler, but due to the script, he ends up avoiding her. Still, despite the fact that the system states that all appearances are based off her own memories, the butler seems to have had yandere tendencies, knowing exactly how long she grew her hair out amongst other things. At night, she ends up getting kidnapped, and is able to feign passing out until she's able to escape. When the kidnappers go after her, the butler comes and chops their heads off. When returning back home, we see that the butler has had an interest in the young girl since he was saved by her, promising to kill everyone before finally killing her. Luo Meng continues to reject her fiance, though has to break up a fight between him and the butler, ultimately siding with the butler and asking him to teach her how to dance. The fiance writes a letter to the female lead whom comes to visit. Luo Meng acts rudely towards her new guest, slapping the tea out of the maid's hands and causing a mess. Luo Meng ends up kicking the female lead out of the mansion, where the butler promptly murders and hides the body of the maid who helped her. Luo Meng interrupts a meeting with the fiance and the female lead, using this opportunity to break off their engagement and kick him out of the mansion. The female lead freaks out, trying to attack Luo Meng, only to be saved by the butler, when suddenly the tradition of "Finding the bunny" releases. It's basically a towns tradition similar to finding easter eggs except it's one bunny. Her and the butler go out to eat food and participate in the festival before going to a hotel to rest. Luo Meng goes to the bar area to listen to the story of the "Finding the bunny" tradition.
It seems that her character was a rich noble who was given everything when coming to the town, and ended up choosing a bunny from two twins. She gave the oldest twin a large sum of money, causing the younger twin to get jealous. Soon after, the bunny bit the miss, with the younger twin watching from a secret area. She ends up being blamed for drugging the bunny, ultimately leading the town to drive her to her death. Outside, two people aim to kidnap her, only for the butler to kill them. A mob of people start to gather outside of Luo Meng's inn, with the butler even throwing the fiance to the mob. Luo Meng is greeted by the female lead and the two of them go into the room where the younger twin hid before. Here, the fiance breaks in, trying to get them to escape as he's distracted the mob for a bit. When they escape, the female lead talks about her younger twin and what kind of person she was.
As I said before, I do like the concept of Script Shop of Dreams. It has the same system as I want to be a Big Baddie, but unlike in that story, Luo Meng is purposefully looking through each story to try to find Mu Han. In the latest chapter it is implied that she will likely jump into another story that is more sci-fi, which I'm all for. I really like the idea of going through a bunch of different genres since it gives different and more unique settings (that isn't just isekai number 1000, though this current script is set in a pretty isekai like setting) as well as different types of roles that the main character must play. There's just a lot of possibilities to it that can be explored. The artwork in this is also extremely pretty from the various colors and the poses of the characters (especially the butler). There's a lot of mystery as well, not just in the current script but also surrounding Mu Han as well. Is the butler actually a yandere for Luo Meng or just the character she's playing? Why does the butler want to kill Luo Meng so badly? What are his goals? Is he actually aware of what's going on in the script or is he following how the author has made the story? Where did Mu Han disappear to? There are a lot of things that have yet to be solved and the story has just begun. The current setting as I said still plays mostly like an isekai style story, but with the main focus of murder mystery, not even giving the other characters names. The murder mystery is slowly unveiling though, showing the effects of the main character that Luo Meng is playing with the twins as her character's actions were the creation of this new holiday. The murderer seems to be the butler, but why he's killing people is something that isn't fully understood yet.
The butler for certain is a yandere for the character Luo Meng is playing, even Luo Meng mentions it herself, but why he's killing everyone and wants to kill Luo Meng is yet to be fully understood. He seems to have been conspiring with the people who kidnapped Luo Meng but ultimately kills both of them, imagines killing the fiance when they're arguing (and probably would have if Luo Meng didn't interfere), kills the people trying to kidnap her again in the inn, seems to take great care in making sure her diet is maintained, watches how long her hair is, etc. As much as he obviously cares about and obsesses over Luo Meng, it does make me wonder what he's plotting. He still plays the role of a butler and still is trying to maintain his composure, but we don't really know why. It's clear that Luo Meng's character saved him when he was younger and there is a significance to the snake eyes that is associated with him as well, but we have yet to uncover what's going on with that. Even then, when Luo Meng eventually jumps into another script, will the character that looks like Mu Han still be a yandere? Is it a one time thing or is it a trait that carries over? There are a lot of questions, and it is rather exciting, despite all of that.
Overall, a very pretty manhwa with a fun premise. Compared to a lot of other manhwa I've read, the pacing is pretty good and makes sense for what's going in the story and the artwork is really pretty as well. I hope that we will be able to jump into other worlds soon and that Mu Han really is a yandere through and through.
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This was originally for an rp with my friend and I but no, I need to go more in depth about it.
Kairi from Kingdom Hearts is so TRAGIC to me. Specifically about dreams and dreameaters.
Sora and Riku are stepping ahead once again, and as they journey to become masters, they get adorable little pokemon dream eaters, who protect their dreams and stay connected to their hearts. Not only that, but Riku BECOMES Sora’s dream eater due to the forces after him.
But Kairi?
Kairi doesn’t have anyone to protect her dreams.
This is especially tragic to me when I remember that in KHMoM, she’s asleep throughout it. Yes she’s traveling through her memories, but her dreams, the realm of sleep, that’s what is allowing her to traverse her memories. And what does she discover while she’s in her dreams?
The unfiltered terror of her past. From the time she closes her eyes to when she opens them, she suddenly realizes that she truly never had any agency in her life. As a child she was kidnapped, experimented on if we go off of the novels (which I DO), and shipped off to a new world all by herself. Her memories locked themselves away because the poor girl was chased and attacked by MONSTERS before she was kidnapped. If the novels are taken into consideration, she was one of the subjects in the experiments of the heart, led by Xehanort. She was so LITTLE when she went though all of that, and this time, there was no caring older woman to protect her.
Kairi realizes that her entire life has been puppetted by Xehanort. She was sent to the islands, specifically so he could track down future keyblade wielders. Less than ten years later, her heart has been seperated from her body, and her kidnapper is tormenting her friends, and is hellbent on killing them. She wakes up and doesn’t even realize she’s looking at Xehanort, but he knows EXACTLY who she is. And what does he say?
“So you’ve awakened at last Princess. You’ve served your purpose, but now it’s over.”
And Riku’s soul fights back, screaming that his body won’t be used for… whatever Ansem was gonna do. I genuinely believe Ansem would have killed her. That realization, that horror about what he’s about to do, gives Riku the strength to fight back and beg for Kairi to run.
Then, a year later, she’s kidnapped again. She’s locked away in a floating cage, mocked and told that her only use is to make Sora angry. Once again, though she doesn’t realize it, she’s being used to lead Sora into danger.
Finally, less than a year after she’s been given the keyblade, her life is cut short by the same man who’s caused her so much grief. Even if Xehanort didn’t “really” kill her, her body shattered. Her “death” is why her best friend is no longer with her. For the final time. Xehanort used her to hurt Sora.
Then, in her desperate attempt to do something, because Sora had been right there. His hand had held hers, and then suddenly he was gone, and it was all her fault. In the midst of her grief and shock, she agrees to dive into her dreams and memories, obsessively searching for any clue to where he might be.
And then she unlocks her memories.
And then she faces the memory that exists within her, that always existed there, haunting her from within her own mind. I see this as how Ansem the Wise managed to keep his memory alive within Sora’s heart in DDD.
Yes Kairi’s finally getting the answers she’s longed for, answers to where Sora is, but she’s also overwhelmed with grief. Her entire life has been puppetted but she had no idea. Her friends, her home, her life, had been toyed with and destroyed over and over again by this man. So she unleashes her anger, her hate, her rage, and she FIGHTS.
But she’s no match for him, even in her dreams. I see her weakness to him being solely because she has no faith in herself. In KH3 her battle lines are “Please work!” She is the only fighter in KH that doesn’t believe in her strength, or that openly doesn’t. That, along with the trauma of when she was little, and the memories and pain that have resurfaced, memories of herself being weak and helpless, is the reason why she cannot defeat the memory of Xehanort.
And so the memory of Sora takes over, for just a moment, and does the job for her. Because Sora wins every fight, and Sora was always there to save her. So here, in her dreams, she’ll pretend he’s here and will save her once more.
When she wakes up, she doesn’t tell Riku about her memories. She doesn’t give herself a moment to process it, instead shoving the memories away and sharing what’s important. Not herself, not the past the three of them always wondered about, even though it’s the whole reason Sora and Riku wanted to leave the islands. No, it’s Sora’s location. Because she isn’t important, not to herself always. Sora is.
Riku leaves, and once again, Kairi’s all alone. Shes not really, she has Aqua and the others, but the two halves to her heart are gone, and she can’t reach them. Shes not strong enough.
Back to the dream eater bit.
Kairi’s had this sudden resurgence of memories, ones that she’s helpless to defend herself from. In her dreams, those memories, along with all the other terrible moments, are sure to resurface. With no dream eater to gently guide her, to remind her it’s all a dream, she’s helpless, and is trapped reliving them again and again.
She has no fluffy bat, no bouncy unicorn kitty, not even a Chirithy of her own. Perhaps her one chance to have one, being Riku, the living dream eater, has left her, and now she’s alone.
Alone in the waking realm, alone in her dreams, Kairi’s once again separated from her friends in more ways than one.
Stripped of agency, confidence, comfort, and protection in her dreams, she truly is all alone.
I find that so very tragic.
#kingdom hearts thinkpiece#Kairi#Riku#Sora#destiny trio#kingdom hearts 3#KH#KH3#KH Remind#kh mom#Xehanort#Ansem
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Underrated 2020s Horror Movies (So far!)
Making this list because these are all good or at least fun or interesting horror movies that I genuinely think need more love!
Freak (2020) - Gory slasher movie where the killer is played by a really gnarly puppet!
Cadaver (2020) - Artsy post-apocalyptic horror inspired by Sleep No More!
Bloody Hell (2020) - Ex con gets captured by a cannibal family!
Hunter Hunter (2020) - Sad and BRUTAL story of a family in the woods finding bodies!
Spare Parts (2020) - Girl punk band vs weirdly Mad Max-esque cult!
Fear Pharm (2020) - Corn maze full of a family of killers with moneymaking aspirations!
The Oak Room (2020) - Slowburn thriller taking place in an almost empty bar!
Anything For Jackson (2020) - Grief drives old couple to demon worship!
Vicious Fun (2020) - A loser gets caught up in a support group for serial killers!
Bingo Hell (2021) - Deadly bingo game with Richard Brake being weirdly hot as always!
The Cursed (2021) - Period piece werewolf movie with very creepy werewolves!
The Final Rose (2022) - The Bachelor but with a slasher on the loose!
Gatlopp: Hell of a Game (2022) - Horror comedy about a cursed drinking game!
Moon Garden (2022) - A little girl in a strange, surreal world tries to get home!
Requiem For A Scream (2022) - A slasher who records his victims screams for music!
Onyx the Fortuitous and the Talisman of Souls (2023) - Obnoxious guy and a group at their magician idols spooky mansion!
House of Dolls (2023) - Artsy slasher about sisters who stay in a giant doll house to win their inheritance!
Baby Blue (2023) - It's like The Ring meets Nightmare on Elm Street meets Slumber Party Massacre 2!
Bring Her To Me (2023) - Weird dreams bring a woman to a strange realm with a demon who wants her!
Dante's Hotel (2023) - Slasher set during a New Years Eve ball, very similar tone to Ghost Ship!
Renfield (2023) - Renfield tries to leave his abusive relationship with Dracula!
Bury The Bride (2023) - Evil rednecks target a bachelorette party!
You Shouldn't Have Let Me In (2024) - Sexy vampires target a bachelorette party!
Abigail (2024) - Kidnapped rich girl fights back against her kidnappers!
#horror#slashers#vampires#movies#horror movies#please share to spread the word about these!#lite work
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top ten mulder moments <3
DREAM ASSIGNMENT, UNHINGING MY JAW, ETC. buckle up babes!
1/ oubliette
all of oubliette really but there’s this one moment where he’s in the police station and he’s watching the video of lucy when she was 13 after escaping her kidnapper and she’s writhing around on the floor screaming and she can barely speak full sentences and she’s afraid of the light. and in the present day, she’s an addict living in a halfway house with convictions for drug possession and prostitution.
and he’s watching this tape and scully comes in and he says “it’s amazing she’s gotten anywhere in life” and scully says “by most yardsticks, she hasn’t.”
she has, though. she’s alive and she’s trying and she’s clean and passing her drug tests and she has a job. and that’s how he sees her, and that’s how he treats her throughout the episode. he tells her that she’s “the strong one” and he asks for her help and her opinion, he tells her that he just wants to know what she’s going through. he defends her to law enforcement and believes her when everyone else thinks she’s an accomplice. he weeps over her body when she dies, grieves the loss of her life.
it would be easy for him, as someone whose sister was kidnapped at the same age lucy was, to see her as a nightmare. she’s struggling and she’s traumatized and she’s an addict and a felon. but he doesn’t, he views her as hopeful, and you can tell that he respects her. he views her as having gotten somewhere in life, just because she’s still alive. and that more than anything really means a lot to me.
2/ paper hearts
in paper hearts when they find the 15th victim’s body and they think it’s samantha. and he’s standing there over it, shaking, looking down at what might be his baby sister’s corpse. what might be the end of the road.
and it might all be over, in this moment. he might not be able to search anymore, to hope anymore, to do the only thing he’s ever done every day for 24 years anymore.
and you just feel the crushing weight of it all, and then scully comes in with the lab results and says that it isn’t her. and he just buckles for a moment and takes a breath.
before standing up and saying, “it’s somebody though.”
it’s such a testament to his character to me, that he can’t sit in that relief for even a minute. it might not be his baby sister, but it’s somebody, and he grieves for them.
(not “somebody’s sister/daughter,” but somebody)
3/ one breath
the shot of him crying on the floor of his ransacked apartment.
he was offered a choice between staying there, waiting to see the bad guys, finding the only thing he’s ever wanted, the answers…and going to sit by scully’s hospital bed, when it might be the end.
and he left that apartment and held her hand.
as moving as that scene is, it’s the aftermath that always gets me. it’s the consequences. it’s the price that you pay for choosing to stay soft, the way that mr. x looks at him in this same episode and tells him that he’ll never win, he doesn’t have the heart.
so he walks away from the battle and comes back to the wreckage, and all he can do is sit down on the floor and weep.
(also if i think even a little about him giving scully the superstars of the super bowl tape, i’ll literally make myself ill crying)
4/ sein und zeit
when, after spending the entire episode obsessively insisting to everyone who will listen that the missing little girl is “not dead,” he says that they should just go home.
that they are not going to find those people’s daughter alive, that he is too close to this case to make a sound judgement, and that he wants to take some time away from work.
seven years after scully chased him into the street and yelled for him to “stop running after” samantha, and a day after she followed him into a hallway to tell him to not go looking for something he doesn’t want to find, the person whose “relentlessness” has kept him searching for nearly 30 years, just wants to go home.
he’s depended for so many years on the delusion, on the hope, on the belief that every child to go missing from their home is “not dead.” and now he stares at the ground in front of two people who love him, and admits to being wrong. to needing a break.
it’s one of the saddest moments of the series to me, but there is such an acceptance in admitting defeat, and it’s a subtle precursor to his decision in the following episode that he’s ready to know the truth about what happened to samantha. the delusion isn’t helping anyone. not him, not samantha, not this missing little girl. and it’s devastating and freeing at the same time.
5/ je souhaite
his genie wish. i have the softest spot in my heart for je souhaite mulder okay!! this is the mulder that called the jersey devil “beautiful” and ran through the woods to try to save it. the mulder that couldn’t bear to add to the soul eater monster’s suffering, even when it would’ve saved his own life.
i love that the first thing he does is ask the genie what she would wish for, just because he wants to know. and you can see how much 500 years of being a slave to people’s selfish desires has weighed on her, in the way she tells him that she would just want her days to be her own. to sit and have a cup of coffee.
i love that he tries to win at the genie wish, to save the world. tries to construct the perfect wording and all-encompassing fool-proof plan. throws around words like ending “tyranny.” and in the end, just deletes it all, and wishes for the genie to be free. that ending shot of her, finally her own person for the first time in 500 years, sitting having a cup of coffee, is one of my favorite moments of the series.
i love the lesson in this episode too, for someone who spends his whole life trying to make up for the fact that he lived when his sister didn’t, that he doesn’t have to figure out how to save the entire world. he can call his best friend and sit on his couch and watch caddyshack. but he asks the genie what she would wish for, because he genuinely cares, and he chooses to use his wish to give it to her, because he can do that.
6/ pilot
these tags: “this man is overflowing with reverent tenderness.”
the Moment™️ in his motel room…this is when you can see it. this is when both scully and the audience understand something. this is when it’s all over.
they’ve both been kind of concealing so much, behind sarcasm or professionalism. they really like each other. they want to trust each other. but she was sent to spy on him, to debunk him, and neither of them have any reason to believe it’ll be more than that.
when the power goes out and scully feels the marks on her back, she is just so scared. she is so young, and this is her first job, and she’s becoming exposed to things that she had never considered. when she walks into mulder’s motel room in only her robe, and then drops it, she’s afraid, and also acutely aware of her own vulnerability.
the way the camera hangs on his face (he’s the focus, not her exposure, what is he seeing?), in the candlelight, as she exposes her body to him and he just checks to make sure she’s okay.
what he’s seeing is her vulnerability, and he responds by both sheltering and matching it; he wraps her up and gives her the bed, sits below her on the floor. he tells her about sam. he tells her about what “matters” to him. and it isn’t something that he tells people, but anxiously walking mostly-naked into the room of your new assignment isn’t something that she does either, and he understands that.
it’s 2 episodes later in squeeze when scully makes her decision, she’s “on the side of the victim,” on the side of the vulnerable. but it’s a motel room in bellefleur where she learns what that side is, where that work is being done.
(related, conduit: the way that he shuts scully's concerns about him down, then validates them quietly, when they're alone. tells her what his life actually is. that it's "walking into that room," every day, feeling like maybe one day he'll open his eyes and his sister would be there. you really get the sense that he's never told anyone that before, but that it's something he turns over in his mind, something he's always aware of. he's saying: you're right, this is what i do, but i don't know how to do anything different. how am i meant to do anything different? it has always been this way. and it's the only thing that you need to hear him say to really get it. it's the only thing that scully needed to hear him say. this is the most vulnerable revelation that he ever makes, a month into their partnership. she never forgets it.)
7/ anasazi
just a little moment that i think about a lot is the way that after mulder sees his dad in colony and tries to hug him, and gets cut off with a handshake, the next time that he sees bill, in anasazi, he reaches out to shake his hand.
he notices everything, he internalizes everything, he only wants to give what he understands as wanted from him.
he knows that his dad does not want to hug him, and he still reaches to him first, offers that connection that bill is comfortable with.
(it always makes me think of the first time he met jackson. the way that the first thing he did after “my name is mulder, i’m your father. i know it must seem strange to you.” was hug him… “became a father while i was still a son,” or whatever the national said.)
8/ emily
you guys. you guys 🥺. this whole episode just really gets me so bad. the way emily is “shy” and doesn’t speak or really look at anyone, and the only time we see her smile is when mulder makes her laugh, as soon as she met him. him yelling at the doctor (i love that the show, through mulder, actually says the term “medical rapists.” like yes let’s call it what it fucking is!) and saying he wants everything that could help her. when emily's sick, and mulder instantly picks her up to hold her.
but the moment to me, the one that stays with me, is the very end. it's the funeral. it's when all is said and done. and scully asks...who could do this? who could bring a life into this world whose only purpose is to die? and mulder answers, "i don't know. but that you found her, and had a chance to love her...maybe she was meant for that too."
he looks at a person who was created to be used for other's gain, literally manufactured intentionally to suffer and then die, and he believes...maybe that's not all that she was meant for. maybe she was still meant to be known, to be found, to be loved. and they did love her.
(the way he shows up late to the funeral, but scully knows he's coming to get her, tells her mom she's going to ride back with him. the way he turns away from the casket, never able to look loss in the eye, but turns back so scully isn't in it alone. the way he brings flowers, like he brought flowers to the hospital when scully was diagnosed, like he stopped to bring flowers to missy's grave.)
9/ beyond the sea + lazarus
my father is dead (long live my father!)
y’all ever think about how sparingly and intentionally mulder says “dana”? y’all ever think about how she’d only ever been “scully,” to him, until “how are you, dana?” the day of her father’s funeral? the way she looked up at him, as he gently touched her cheek.
the first thing that scully does after her father dies, is tell mulder that she believes in a psychic. (“i thought that you would be pleased that i opened myself to extreme possibilities”).
the first thing that mulder does is sit down, lower himself beneath her, (he has done this since the motel room in bellefleur, the day they met), and look up to her to ask: “does this have to do with your father? you said that he didn't approve of you becoming an FBI agent. now, if being on the job now makes you feel guilty or uncomfortable or uneasy, i think you should back away. because if it’s clouding your judgment, you’re putting yourself in danger.”
(he is always listening, he is always more aware than people think. he perceives her attempts to “please” him as dangerous, or uncomfortable for her. encourages her to step back.)
when she starts to cry and walks across the room, she’s dana again. she’s not her father’s “starbuck,” she’s not mulder’s “scully.”
“dana…open yourself up to extreme possibilities, only when they’re the truth.”
in lazarus, it’s only 2 episodes later (2 episodes after “i’m afraid to believe”) when jack willis dies. (“along the way, there are other fathers.”)
mulder spent that whole fucking episode doing his lil tricks and tips and pulling out his lil experts trying to convince her that jack had been body-swapped, including the story about watches stopping at time of death. when jack dies, and all that’s left is the watch she had given him, stopped at the same time as his heart, she looks up to mulder for answers so softly.
and his response: “it means…it means whatever you want it to mean. goodnight.”
he spends his life begging for belief, but never at the cost of her integrity, her peace. he cannot be “pleased” by a forgoing of self, a forgoing of what she’s ready for.
(looking at this now, it also reminds me of irresistible, and the way that he told her that it’s understandable to be upset, to be affected. “i’ve seen agents with 20 years fall apart on cases like this.” it’s not because she’s young, it’s not because she’s inexperienced, it’s not because she’s traumatized. it’s because she’s human. and it’s good, it’s right.)
10/ redux ii
my favorite moment of this episode is when scully sees mulder through the window of her hospital room for the first time, and he plasters that smile on his face, comes in to sit on the bed and hold her hand and kiss her cheek. and she keeps trying to ask him about the conspiracy, about what happened at the pentagon, about who the inside man at the FBI is, and he just keeps quietly telling her that he's not there to talk about that. and she keeps pushing questions until he leans in to her and smiles and says... "hey, scully, how 'bout those yankees?"
hey, scully, it's not about that. for as many years as he's gone doing nothing but obsessing over conspiracies to anyone who will listen, he isn't there to talk about conspiracies. he's there to hold her hand, to keep that smile on his face so maybe she won't worry, to break down by her bedside as soon as she's asleep. he just wants to spend time with her. in reduxes, they aren't ahab and starbuck. they aren't charging forward or dutifully shepherding on. they're buckling in hallways. they're clinging to a hand through tears.
there is just no room: for their roles, for their pretenses, in the end. in this moment, he isn't the "mad captain" who cares about nothing more than the quest. he's the man who walked away from the fight so that he could sit next to her, who gave up all of his answers so that she could see her sister one last time. he's the man who "refused to believe" that she was dying, but still celebrated her birthday that year for the first time ever, just so that she would have it. and in that hospital room, at the end, through teary eyes and shaky smiles, it just isn't about anything bigger. she doesn't have to die as dutiful to the cause, for him to be there with her.
(the final shot of this episode is one of my favorites too. when scully is cured, she is going to live, her family is in her room celebrating with her, and mulder is crying alone in the hall.
these tags: "all his open love and loneliness and numbness and fear of loss. he's such a gentle man. he kills but he is gentle in his heart. he takes so many beatings and he listens quietly and has no shame. it's hard for him to play the games men play. this ending. he just found out scully is going to live. and everyone else is in there with her. and he has to sit outside. and it all hits him in one go. his sister. his parents. scully. his wasted years. his stupidity and arrogance. how many times has this happened to one of us. you grit your teeth and get through unimaginable difficulty. and then when it's all over you can't celebrate. it hits you on your own in a terrible way."
i always think of that. i always think of superstars of the superbowl. i always think of how ill-equipped and in-adequate we are, when it comes down to it, to deal with grief and trauma and loss. how "we bury our dead alive." and in the end it's "the best news" he ever could've heard, and that steady smile is reduced to sobs.)
honorable mention from paper hearts: i fear that i simply have to talk about him shooting roche in the head...did everybody see him shoot roche in the head? i thought him shooting roche in the head was lovely. you can watch it tear him apart, leading up to the moment. roche sitting in front of him, taunting him. how sure are you? you'll never know without me. but ultimately, he looks over at caitlyn, and he can't risk it. he had told caitlyn, "my name is fox, i'm gonna take you home." and then he did, even when ensuring she was found safe and well, meant sacrificing everything he'd been looking for.
the transition from that moment on the bus (roche's blood on the windows, caitlyn's screams, mulder's gun) to the walls of the basement office...the way the camera slowly pans over the UFO articles. the "i want to believe." the mysteries. all of that wishful thinking (as roche had said earlier: "it's like you think your world will be okay as long as you can believe in like...flying saucers") contrasted to the flesh and blood of the evil he's trying to escape. and, in the end, all there is left is one heart in front of him. one last victim that he'll never know the truth about, because he wasn't willing to risk the price paid for answers.
(and then scully says...but we will find her. how? "i don't know. but i do know you.")
honorable mention from oubliette: my top 2 episodes do be my top 2 episodes but there are few moments in this series that just make my heart sink to my stomach more than the image of mulder crying over lucy's body...that triptych line: "mulder who still grimaced at cadavers and cried over the bodies of dead women where most men she knew couldn't muster the wherewithal to appear disturbed."
lightning round appreciation for my favorite little tiny moments we don't talk about enough: casually giving his hotel key to the unhoused man in the jersey devil; holding kevin and telling him he knows he just wants his sister back in conduit; helping roland pick out a shirt to wear ("i think this one would look stylin' today, what do you think?") in roland; going back in for the kids even though he's afraid/had failed before, in fire; marty saying she "just knew" he would be at her sentencing, even though she couldn't see him, in mind's eye; taking scully to the liberty bell, after she complained about wanting a life outside of work, in shadows; when cassandra told him that reading news stories about him saved her life, because no one would ever believe her, until she found out about him, in patient x; telling skinner to get marita off the stand, "no. let her go," even though her testimony was the only thing that could save him, in the truth; telling off the sheriff in conduit who said it was "only a matter of time" before "something bad" happened to ruby because she "was no prom queen"; telling scully that he doesn't care if she comes with him or not, but he's not giving up on ruby "until they find a body."
#and also all of the rest of them. all of the rest of the things that he did in the franchise.#trish you're sickkk for inviting this madness but thank you bc i loved doing this even tho#i stared at it for 2 days as though i were sisyphus staring at his boulder#asks#sorry this is sooo much i went all out bc when else am i gonna have an excuse to gab appreciatively like this :)#but this is kinda my magnum opus of weepy apologia#i tried to pick a variety of like my Favorite favorite + ones that i think are central to his character
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I love your double whammies so
prompt:
Tara gets her wisdom teeth out and Sam has to get her back to the apartment and in bed as she’s coming off of the laughing gas. Chaos ensues.
I gave the inverse to Tee :)
Catch the mirrorverse over here. Take your bets, which one of us is the evil twin?
“Sam.”
“Yes, love?”
“NO! I want Sam!”
Tara struggles, unsuccessfully, in the taller girl’s arms.
After damn near half a year of suffering, mostly in silence, Sam had gotten the truth out of her about her sister’s grumpy mood and poor appetite, and made a dentist appointment. A short hour later, and $300 poorer, Tara was down two wisdom teeth, and Sam was making the difficult trek home with her unsteady little sister.
“I am Sam, dummy.”
“Nu-uh!”
God Sam wishes she was filming this.
For posterity.
And payback.
It would make such good payback next time Tara decides to be a little shit.
Alas.
“Ok then,” she struggles to say beneath the laughter bubbling up in her throat and the elbow she catches in the stomach, “who am I then?”
The question seems to stump her little sister, taking up all the brain power she has access to, giving Sam a blissful four minutes where Tara is quiet and complacent.
“A kidnapper,” she eventually blurts out with a matter-of-fact tone more concerned with being right than about what she’s actually suggesting.
“A kidnapper?”
Sam hums in delight.
This is what life is about, she thinks.
This, this, right here, is something she could have never imagined in her wildest dreams when she was younger. Heck, even a couple of years ago, holding her sister’s hand in an ambulance, promising never to let go… she never could have foreseen where it would take them.
Tara in her arms, high as a kite, and calling for Sam. Out of her mind and all she wants is her sister.
She’s never felt so loved.
Tara always manages to show her in the funniest of ways.
But then again, they’ve never been a normal family. Why should the way they love be any different?
“I’shud warn you,” Tara says, tripping over her own feet as they turn the final corner before home. “My sister is gonna kick your ass.”
“Oh yeah?” Sam mutters absent-mindedly as she keeps her girl from face-planting the floor.
“Yup,” Tara continues, unaware of her near-brush with the pavement. “She’s real good with a knife, an’ she doesn’t like it when people touch me. She’ll cut your hands off!”
Sam snorts at the declaration.
“Damn, better get you home then.”
She wrestles with the door to the apartment block, catching Tara’s hand just a moment too late to stop her swiping every button on the buzzer box.
“Shit,” she mutters under her breath, grabbing Tara around the waist and lifting her into the air. ‘The walk home will sober her up’, my ass, she muses, as her sister whines in her hold.
Sam walks them quickly the elevator, Tara perched on her hip like they’re a decade younger and haven’t been through unspeakable horrors, before anyone thinks to investigate the asshole messing with the intercom system. She really doesn’t need the neighbours to hate them any more than they already do.
A couple of murders happen one time and they hold it against you forever!
It wasn’t their fault.
But what do they care, judgemental busy-bodies with nothing better to do.
Speaking of, there she is, Mrs Shepherd, glaring beneath her glasses, heavy on the judgement. Lingering in her doorway, as always.
“I was kidnapped,” Tara whispers, loudly, over Sam’s shoulder as she hurries to unlock the door.
Oh jesus.
“She wasn’t–” Sam’s quick to correct, spinning on her heels… door across the way now closed and hallway empty.
“Aaand she’s gone. Thanks Tara.”
“You’re welcome,” she chirps back.
The apartment gossip mill will be thriving tonight.
Sam shakes her head, unable to hold back a smile. She can’t bring herself to care. “Home sweet home,” she declares, pushing the apartment door open with her foot.
“Sammy,” Tara whines, head pillowed on Sam’s shoulder and nudging at her jaw.
“Yes, love?” Sam murmurs, nudging the door shut and eyeing the locks for a moment.
“Feel sick.”
More pressing matters first.
“Let’s get you to bed, you can lie down for a while.”
They’re safe, the locks can wait.
It’s something Sam’s been working on. Feeling safe.
The suggestion to leave the door unlocked during the day when they’re home had been a stupid one if you ask Sam.
She wouldn’t entertain it at all if the suggestion hadn’t been made in their joint therapy session.
If Sam were a paranoid person, and she is, she’d almost think that their therapists were colluding together. Why else would the most suspicious of advice be set out in their joint sessions, where Sam has no choice but to follow the homework set if she wants to provide a good example for her sister.
God she fucking hates therapy.
How many years, and how much progress?
Shit.
“Tara honey, you have to let go,” she murmurs as she tries to deposit Tara on her bed.
“Stay with me,” she whines, clinging tighter. “Don’t want you to go.”
Sam sighs. Inside her, a silent war wages, as always.
“I’m not going anywhere, darling.”
It was never a choice.
“Good, the kidnapper might come back, always safe with you here.”
“Oh my god.”
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Seventy-Two Hours with Kai Parker
bonnie bennett x kai parker | part 1 | requested
summary: bonnie should've known the night was too good to be true. the wedding was perfect, and went exactly as planned. not even a chair was out of place. but with a ceremony so flawless, she should've known. should've sensed, at least, the man lurking in the corner; watching the whole thing. watching, waiting - for her to be alone. because her betrayal really hurt him, and he was out to get even.
tags: dub-con, kidnapping, dark magic, bond, breeding kink, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, possessiveness, a smidge of soft!kai but he's mostly very dominant
word count: 9.9k
@sage1998c I hope you like how it turned out! It has been very fun to write. Part 2 is planned out, but I'm still writing it. :)
The wedding was absolutely perfect. The scene was beautiful, Jo looked gorgeous, Alaric was crying, and everything went smoothly. It felt like one of the first times in Mystic Falls where something actually went as planned. No one could’ve asked for a better outcome. A lovely couple was unified and promised the rest of their lives to spend together.
Bonnie was just about to go home, but stayed to help Caroline with some last minute de-decorating. Elena was supposed to be the one helping, but she and Damon decided to reconnect twenty minutes before the wedding, and only took a break for the service and reception. The minute the first couple went home, they took their cue to leave, too.
When Caroline started packing away the picturesque set, Bonnie offered a hand. She’d just be going back to an empty house, anyway.
It’s around midnight by the time the girls pack the last box. Caroline wipes a nonexistent sweat off her forehead, showing more exhaustion than anything. Bonnie, on the other hand, sighs, and puts her hands on her hips. They survey their work, then nod at a job well done.
“Well… that was a lovely wedding,” Caroline comments, “thank you for helping me clean up.”
“Of course. See you tomorrow?”
“Maybe in the evening? I might sleep all day,” the blonde jokes.
“Same. Well, see you soon, Care. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
A hug is shared before they part ways. Their cars are parked far from one another’s, considering Bonnie got there early to help Jo, and Caroline arrived late, way after the horde of Gemini that had attended. Luckily, the coven is long gone, and neither car is hard to find.
Bonnie’s car is in sight, actually. She spots it in the distance, then looks down into her purse to find her keys. But as she digs through gum packages, spare bandaids, medicine bottles, and other necessities, she neglects to keep an eye out for her surroundings.
A near fatal mistake.
With her eyes down and hands in her purse, Bonnie’s no match for the man that was hiding in the shadows. He grabs her arm first, then clamps a hand over her mouth. He pulls her head into his chest, and when she lifts her spare hand to fight back, he takes a hold of it, too. His grip is strong, and in no time, she feels herself losing consciousness. She tries to scream despite the hand over her mouth, but his hold only tightens. Blood drains from her face and terror takes over as a familiar voice whispers in her ear, “miss me?” Her legs go weak, then vision fades to black.
The next time Bonnie opens her eyes, she’s on the ground. She’s sitting upright, with her legs tucked underneath her, and her hands tied to a large metal pole. Her mouth is dry and there’s a faint taste of blood, but she assumes it’s from biting her own tongue. She’s still in the dress she was wearing, minus her jacket, though that’s the least of her concerns right now. At the moment, she wants to know if her kidnapper was really him, or if that was a trick of her mind.
“Lemme guess,” his voice breaks the silence. It echoes throughout the otherwise empty room. “You’re wondering if I really came back, or if that was all just a little dream about me.” The only light in the room is shining down on her. Bonnie doesn’t even have to see him to know it’s Kai - only he’d be that dramatic. When he steps into the light, the boots give her confirmation. “That would be cute,” he chuckles, “you dreaming about me. Bet I could make it happen.” He crouches down, knee touching the cement floor. A multi-ringed hand creeps into sight, crawling towards her like a spider. “But not today. Not a dream. It’s really me, Bonnie. I found you.” Only then does he finally step forward, a mischievous smile on his face. “Hi.”
“Malachai,” she spits out.
“Ooh! We’re doing full names. Well… I do believe I asked you a question.”
Bonnie narrows her eyes, confused. “You didn’t-”
“Did you miss me?”
She takes a deep breath, then puts on the most confident face she can muster. “No. I enjoyed the time you were locked away. You deserved it. You should still be there, in fact.”
“Brave words from the girl with her hands tied,” he gets closer, “powerless, vulnerable.”
She doesn’t answer.
“If it means anything, I missed you, BonBon. Damn, it hurt, getting betrayed by you like that. Yet I still thought about you everyday.”
The girl rolls her eyes. “How did you even get out?”
Kai smiles. “I vaguely remember a mention of an old Bennett witch being buried in Nova Scotia. Ring any bells?”
Her eyes go wide, and she curses herself for not thinking of that before trapping him there.
“Yeah. Sucked up all that magic and got myself out.”
“And you had nothing better to do than come bother me?”
“Oh, this is exactly what I planned. I told you, I thought about you everyday. First, about how upsetting it was that you turned your back on me. How much I wanted you to give me a second chance, yet you refused. As time went on, the thoughts only got stronger. How I needed to get back and find you. I need you to want me, too.” Before Bonnie can retort, he adds, “and if you don’t, well, I guess I can make you want me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He’s close enough that she can see him in detail. The blueness of his eyes; the small hairs growing on his face. Her eyes fall to a bite wound on his neck. She fights the urge to question it.
Kai’s gaze follows hers down, though. He chuckles. “Blood in exchange for answers. Y’know, maybe you shouldn’t have locked me up in a prison world full of angry ex-Gemini siphoners. They had a lot of family history to share, with the right motivation.”
Bonnie gulps. “What kind of history?”
“Coven secrets. Stuff they tried to bury. But much like the siphon gene, it never stays hidden for long.” Kai clicks his tongue. “Anyway, as long as I kept them fed, they told me loads of stuff that the Geminis used to do. Pretty dark stuff, I’ve got to say. You think my family is fucked up? Wait until you hear how my ancestors were.”
“I don’t care about your ancestral knowledge, Kai. Why did you bring me here?”
“That’s just the thing. If you’d let me finish my sentence, you’d find out.”
She rolls her eyes.
That mischievous smile returns to his face. “Do you remember the merge?”
“You mean the thing that made you kill your brother? Of course.”
“Yeah. It’s like that. Ish. Basically, it’s called a bond. I borrow just a bit of your blood, perform a little witchy woo spell, and let the magic work itself out. And then, you’ll be mine, as you should be.”
Bonnie’s never heard of this bond thing that he’s describing, but it doesn’t sound good. “Kai, you don’t have to do this. I won’t put you away again, we can be civil-”
“Oh I don’t want civil, Bonnie. I want someone I can trust, and have beside me, and I’ve already decided that person is going to be you.”
“No. Don’t do this.”
“You should be happier about this. By the end of it, you’ll have a little bit of my power, plus my protection. I-”
“What power? You can’t even make your own magic.”
“I’ll have power beyond your comprehension. But if you fight me, you’ll be on the losing side.”
“I’ll take my chances with that.”
“Not an option.” Kai stands up suddenly, retreats back into the darkness for a second, then walks back towards her with a backpack.
“What is that?”
Whistling to himself, he ignores her. Bonnie watches him pull out a knife, a grimoire, a small bowl, and an hourglass. He adjusts the way he’s sitting to tuck his legs under his thighs, like a little kid. Kai flips the grimoire to a certain page, reads over a spell, then licks his lips. “Ready?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Kai cuts his palm with the knife, then squeezes blood into the bowl. He doesn’t even wince, despite the rather deep gash he just gave himself. “Okay,” he repeats, “I need to untie your hands for a second. If you even think about running, I will make you regret it.”
The girl takes a deep breath as he goes behind her to cut the rope. He grabs one of her hands as soon as she’s free, ruining the escape she was planning. Kai continues to whistle as he brings her hand around, cuts it, and then wrings her blood into the same bowl. When he’s done, he produces a cloth from his back pocket and makes a tourniquet-like bandage around her palm. Bonnie’s silent, surprised, but doesn’t question it. Kai then ties her wrists to the pole again.
“Good girl,” he praises.
He starts to stir their blood together with the tip of the knife. As the thickness mixes, he chants a spell from his book. The temptation to interrupt is strong, but the fear of doing so overrides. Instead, she watches helplessly as Kai continues with his dark magic spell. When he’s done, he pours the blood into the top of the hourglass.
“Ah,” he breathes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as if the spell gave him pleasure. “Now we just have to wait seventy-two hours, and it’ll be complete.”
Seventy-two hours?! Bonnie’s too stunned to speak.
“Sit tight, okay? I’ll be back soon.”
“Wait, no! Kai! Why does it take seventy-two hours? What spell was that?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, princess.”
He stands up, puts the hourglass on a table she’s just now noticing, and walks out of view.
“Kai! You can’t leave me here! I don’t know where I am.”
“You’re safe, BonBon. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Where are you going?”
“Make you dinner. I’ll be right back.”
“My friends will find you, y’know? They’ll notice I’m gone! You’ll regret ever coming back.”
“Yeah, yeah. If they get here in time. Better hope they find you before that timer is up.”
Bonnie stops pulling on the ropes to look at the glass. A small droplet plops to the bottom, counting one minute. She breathes heavily. Seventy-two hours are all she has. And to escape what? She barely has a clue.
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Kai recited the basics of the spell to Bonnie, but he didn’t tell her everything he had learned about it from the heretics. Truth is, there are three parts to the spell - that’s why it takes seventy-two hours - three days - to set in. Some argue that there are four, but the general consensus agrees that parts three and four are combined as one. (The heretics fought on this topic for a good twenty minutes before Kai slammed two pots together to shut them up.)
The first twenty four hours make the patient receptible to the magic, weakening them enough so that when the dominant can give them what they need. They’ll be offered food, water, shelter, and other needs of care, and sometime during that time frame, the patient will give into their needs. They become reliant on the other for their survival.
Then the next span of hours consists of part two. The patient questions their doubts about the dominant. After having their basic needs met, they believe the care is genuine, whether it truly is or not. Any wrongdoing done is debated if it were wrong, or done for their own protection. Any rights are placed on a pedestal. (This step is important, because Geminis have an aggressive nature. Not always does the dom care for their patient; sometimes, they’re just the best bloodline for the coven’s needs.) (Kai made sure it was clear to the heretics that he cared about Bonnie, and that any issues with bonding wouldn’t be a fault of his own, but instead because of the woman’s stubbornness.)
The third day equals the third step. The patient becomes needy for the dominant, whether they admit it or not. Kai reckons Bonnie will be the latter. She’d never willingly admit to wanting him, even if it would save her life. But they assured him he doesn’t need a confession, he just needs to see it. See the magic working in her system; the glances she’ll think he doesn’t notice; the shifting in her seat. Subtle signs of want.
And then, three hours before the final drop falls, they’ll need to complete the final step. The step that bonds them for life: binding. By this time, they’ll be mostly ready in mind and body, and the magic will work as instructed by the spell. Bonnie may be more stubborn, again, but it’ll work regardless if she’s submitted completely yet. According to the heretics, the only truly necessary requirements to bond are that her body is receptive, and that the binding occurs after the sixty-ninth hour, and before the seventy-second. As long as Kai’s mind is set on it, hers doesn’t have to be. So in that case, there is no doubt it will be done.
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Some time in the three hours until Kai returns, Bonnie had fallen asleep. Though she soon wakes to the sound of boots scuffing the ground and the smell of food wafting in the air. The girl blinks her eyes open before stretching her arms over her head. Then she remembers - weren’t her hands tied? Bonnie looks behind her and is shocked to find no restraints. Nor are her feet tied. She’s free in the big empty building, her only company being a large platter of food.
But it can’t be that easy, can it? She looks at the food, then the space around her. Suddenly, her eyes land on the hourglass. It still sits on the table a couple feet away. Bonnie rushes towards it as it continues to drip, thinking maybe if it breaks, the spell would break, too. She outstretches a hand for the object, but then her hand bounces off an invisible wall.
Of course. A boundary spell.
“Couldn’t make it that easy,” Kai’s voice comes from the shadows. “But I did want you to be able to stretch and eat without being restrained.”
“Thanks,” she replies sarcastically.
She looks back at the glass. A thin line of blood covers the bottom. She curses to herself.
“What happens when all the blood drips to the bottom?”
“I told you, we’ll be bonded.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like it means.”
“Kai-”
“Are you going to eat? You must be starving.”
She looks back at the food. She is starving, and it looks delicious, but she’d hate to give into him. “I’m fine.” Her stomach growls.
“Sure.”
“I don’t want your food.”
“You have to eat something, Bon. You’ll get weak if you don’t.”
“No.”
“Well… it’ll be there when you decide you want it.”
“I won’t,” she spits.
She makes it two hours before hunger overtakes her. She tried so hard to fight it, but she could feel her body weakening by the minute. And when she remembered how good Kai’s cooking was in 1994, she started to eat before she could stop herself. Bonnie hadn’t even bothered with the silverware he’d provided.
Luckily, Kai doesn’t bother her the whole time she eats, nor during the three hours afterwards where she regrets giving into him. Instead, she sits in complete silence, staring at the gray walls around her. It isn’t long before she feels her eyes drooping again. A full stomach combined with absolute boredom lulls her into a deep sleep before she can fight her closing eyes.
The next morning, Bonnie wakes up on her own, without the sound of footsteps or whistling invading her subconscious. Though immediately, she’s disgruntled to find that in her sleep, Kai had laid a thick blanket over her and a pillow under her head. A second later, she feels bothered by herself for getting mad at him for offering kindness, but then switches back to being annoyed.
What is happening? She wonders.
Bonnie shakes the thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. She needs to get away from him; he must be messing with her head. Quickly, she rises to her feet to scan the building for an escape. Any air ducts, fire escapes, or secret doors will work, as long as she can break the barrier spell. As for that, she’s a Bennett witch - she’ll figure it out soon enough.
With a newfound energy, Bonnie runs her fingers along the magical walls for any give. She scans every inch of what she can see of the warehouse, while keeping an eye out for her captor.
Speaking of Kai, she wonders where he is. She hadn’t seen him in nearly twelve hours, and was starting to get worried he’d abandoned her.
Wait. That would be a good thing, right? If he abandoned her, she could escape without him noticing.
But if he did, and she never gets out, she’ll die here alone.
Bonnie’s attention is soon all on Kai. Panic rises to her chest when she realizes she might be stuck there alone. It’s 1994 all over again - Kai leaves her to die in an unfamiliar place.
He only left because you refused to let him out, some voice in her head says. If you’d let him go, you could’ve gone with him.
Who’s side are you on? Bonnie argues with it. He punished me for that choice by leaving me in 1994, and by leaving me here, now, he’s punishing me for 1903.
He was desperate to get out. You can understand that. You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?
“I see you’re awake,” Kai’s voice quiets the one in her head.
“Kai,” she says out loud, as if confirming to herself that he’s really there.
“Did you miss me that time?”
“No.” Her voice is a bit more shaky than she’d like.
“Awh. Was hoping a little distance would do the trick. Anyway, how are you feeling? Hungry? I see you ate dinner, finally.”
“Don’t act like you care.”
“Ouch. That hurts, BonBon.”
“Yeah, I doubt that.”
Kai doesn’t answer. Instead, he creeps closer to the barrier. Their bodies are close, separated only by the spell. His voice drops to a whisper, “I wouldn’t be too brazen with me, Bonnie. I am the only one who knows where you are.”
“My friends will find me.”
“Maybe. But it’s also been, like, two days, and I feel like if they were looking, they should’ve found you by now. I don’t know, it just seems… maybe they gave up?”
Bonnie strikes her palm against the spell. It bounces off, but he backs up anyway. “They’re looking. You’ve just cloaked me, so they probably need to find another witch.”
“Hm, maybe you’re right. Probably having a hard time doing that. With the coven in town, Dad’s not gonna let Liv help. And none of them have ever helped anyone but themselves, so you might be out of luck, BonBon.”
“Fuck you, Kai.”
“Oh!” He smirks in a way that makes her heart drop. He runs his tongue along his lips and looks her body up and down. “Would you like to?”
“I hate you.”
“Didn’t answer my question.”
“You’re…” her mind struggles to find the words. Every time she tries to spit out an insult, something in her subconscious counters it.
“I’m what?”
“You’re… just so annoying. Can you leave me alone to my solitude?”
“As you wish, Bonster. But let me tell you, I’ve lived in solitude for a long time, and you’ll be begging for my company soon.”
“You can only dream, Malachai.”
The stupid smirk returns to his face when he says, “oh, I will.”
Bonnie groans before retreating back to her blanket. As pissed as she is that Kai gave it to her, it’s still better than sleeping on the cold, hard ground.
Kai watches her until she’s comfortable in her makeshift bed. Thoughts race in his head; fears run wild about someone finding her before the spell is done. He mutters a quick spell to sharpen the defenses around the building, cloaking them in a second layer of magic just in case. Then he looks to the hourglass, willing it to drip faster. His heartbeat quickens as he remembers the heretics’ words.
“It’s an inevitable part of the bond, so you need to make sure that’s something you’re on board to do. Can you handle it?”
“I had seven siblings. I can handle it.”
“But do you want it? Remember, this is something the coven values most, for it ensures their survival.”
Kai first thinks of his siblings. Annoying, yes, but he did like them in their younger years. Before the eldest of the middle children grew into teenagers and turned on him like their parents, Kai liked them. Maybe he would’ve even loved them if he were given the chance.
“And the girl? Are you sure you want this with her?”
He pictures Bonnie in his mind. Witty, stubborn, strong Bonnie. The girl willing to do anything for the people she loves. He thinks of her months from now, and the image produces a low growl from his throat.
“Yes.”
“Then I will give you the spell. But remember, the Geminis thought they had erased this long ago,” the man smirks, “just like the thought they got rid of us. Be careful with it, or you might end up back here for good.”
“Hey,” a snap brings Kai out of the memory, “out of my solitude.”
He meets her eyes. The image resurfaces in his mind, but he tries not to react to it. “Right. Dinner will be ready shortly.”
Bonnie rolls her eyes and doesn’t respond.
After another meal and a night’s sleep, Bonnie wakes up to a feeling of fullness between her legs. For a moment, she’s confused, but then her blood runs cold as she remembers where she is. “Get off me!” She leaps from the floor, tossing her blanket off in a panic. When she looks down, though, Kai’s nowhere near her.
Instead, he’s in the corner, head cocked in confusion. “I’m not touching you.”
“You just were. With your magic.”
“Nope, I’ve been over here the whole time.”
“You must’ve siphoned me. You were touching- something… doing something to me.”
“Awh, did you have a little dream of me?! Sweet little Bonnie Bennett had a dream of me, I’m touched!”
“I. Did. Not. You did something.”
“Princess, I swear, I didn’t touch you.”
“Don’t call me princess!”
“Okay. Hey, I’m sorry. No nicknames. But I didn’t touch you. I didn’t siphon you. I promise.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t know how to prove to you that I didn’t do anything. Though…”
“Kai-”
“...maybe that spell had something to do with it,” he nods to the hourglass.
“The spell… What was that spell? Tell me right now! I’m serious, Kai!”
The boy groans, eyes rolling back in his head.
“Ugh! What now?”
“The way my name sounds on your tongue. Thick and sweet, like honey.”
“Malachai!”
He clicks his tongue, “less of the effect.” He sighs, “spell is harmless… ish.”
“Ish?”
“Ish.”
“Is it a sex spell?”
He smiles. “No, but that is a good idea.”
“Tell me what it is.”
“I did. It’s a bonding spell.”
“What does that mean?”
“Why do you need this explained? It’s exactly what it sounds like.”
“You’re bonding us together?”
“There you go. You’re getting it.”
Bonnie fights the urge to throw up in her mouth. “How does that even work?”
“Well, we’re at about hour sixty-four, so in just a few more, you’ll find out. See, combining our blood was one step, the spell was another, and then there’s one more part to complete it.”
“Why do you think you need to bond us?”
“Because your betrayal really hurt, Bonnie. And this way, you can’t leave me again.” His eyes are dark, almost black, and she fights the urge to cower under his gaze. “But think of it this way, if it helps. You’ll be, let’s call it, a co-leader of the Gemini Coven. Think of all that power, all that magic, that you could access. You’ll lead these idiots with me until a new set of twins takes over the job.”
“Thought you wanted to keep your spot as leader?”
“Oh, I do, but-”
“And I thought you hated kids?”
“I don’t hate kids. I-”
“But you killed all your younger siblings.”
“That was a completely different situation. My fath-”
“So-”
Kai clicks his tongue again. “Sorry! You’ve run out of interruptions for the day. You can only interrupt me so many times before I lose my patience, BonBon. Restart tomorrow, please!”
“You’re an ass.”
“You’re the one interrupting. How am I supposed to answer your questions when you won’t let me?”
“Fine.” She shuffles her legs around uncomfortably. “This bond… if I’m linked to you, I’ll partially rule the coven?”
“Yeah, technically.”
“Okay. So what’s to say I won’t kill you the moment I gain power, hm? Because that would suck if you went through all that work just to die in the end.”
“Would suck,” Kai muses, “though I don’t know why you’d try. It’s a bond, Bonnie. You wouldn’t want to hurt me once we’re linked. It’d break your heart.”
She swallows, scared of that thought. But then again… it might be nice to have that kind of loyalty with someone. Sometimes it feels like she’s the only one looking out for herself in this town. A bond would link Kai to her as much as she’d be to him. She’d actually have someone looking out for her, protecting her.
Bonnie’s throat goes dry. As soon as the betraying thought creeps in, she blocks it out. Kai is why she needs protection. A bond to him will put her in danger… right?
“What kind of power am I gaining in this?” She asks instead, ignoring the ten billion other things she wants to know.
“Well, our blood is, as we speak, mixing together. So when the spell is complete, you will gain certain spells and knowledges that run only in the Gemini bloodline, and I will gain such for your bloodline. You’ll also have access to centuries of grimoires and whatnot that require Gemini blood to open.”
“So we’ll be of the same blood?”
“No,” Kai answers rather quickly. “See, according to the heretics, this spell was commonly used by my more angry and aggressive ancestors who needed to procreate for a set of twins, but couldn’t convince a poor woman to marry them. Part of that dark history I mentioned earlier. It isn’t the blood that’s combined, because then things get all gross and incestuous, but it’s the magic that is mixed and returns to the bloodstream in some witchy way.”
Bonnie’s mouth is hanging open by the time he’s finished explaining. “This is a sex spell.”
“No. It’s a bonding spell.”
“Does the bond have to involve procreation if you’re not trying to do that?”
“Who says I’m not?”
“Um, you. Who killed four of your siblings, and will kill anyone who tries to take your leadership away?!”
“Ah, back on that. I killed my siblings for a reason, Bonnie. They were in the way. As for the other part of your question, I don’t know.”
“Don’t know what?”
“Whether I want to let the Gemini curse consume me and the rest of this dumb coven, or if I should complete the whole spell and not die a painful death.” When she’s too speechless to answer, Kai continues, “guess we have five hours for me to decide.”
He leaves her after that.
Bonnie’s still shocked, though she’s not afraid. There’s no way Kai will do it; he hates kids. He’s proved that to her. And he’s not going to give up his spot as leader that’s he’s “worked” so hard for these last twenty years. Speaking of which, he’s probably making up the entire spell, too. Knowing Kai, he muttered some random phrases and is only holding her hostage for his own entertainment. The girl rolls her eyes, recognizing he’s just trying to scare her. She lays back down on the blanket, not asleep, but closing her eyes to pass time.
Despite what he told the girl, Kai’s mind is already made up. In fact, he decided on his plan whilst still being in the prison world. He is going to complete the whole spell as it was intended to be done; he is going to bond her to him, and then she will bear his children.
Bonnie would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of him that way. If she hadn’t imagined how his fingers would feel upon her skin, his lips against her own, his body on top of hers. She thought such things while trapped in the prison world, and in the last twenty-four hours, they have returned to her mind. It certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing she’d ever done, but she feared the guilt would stay with her forever.
But though she was able to shake away the thoughts when she was stuck in 1994, she struggles to fight them now. Each time they surface, they are harder to push away. At first, she blamed it on loneliness: Alaric and Jo’s wedding, Elena and Damon getting back together, Caroline and Stefan crossing the friend boundary. Then Kai mentioned that the spell might have something to do with it. Initially, Bonnie was furious for being spelled into liking him, but now she’s having an internal debate if it only amplified buried feelings, or only gave her a sexual desire for him. She’s not sure, but she sure as hell wouldn’t admit to either if he asked.
“Oh,” she hears him before she can see him, “you’re awake. Good.”
“This spell,” she starts, “does it affect you in any way, or just me?”
“Aside from my magic being mixed with yours? Not really.”
“Yeah, and aside from that, how does it affect me?”
Kai does that half-smile, half-smirk that pisses her off. This time, it makes her squirm. “Kind of does the same thing.”
“Kind of?”
“How do you feel?” He changes the topic. “Comfortable? Need another blanket?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? No extra padding or anything?”
“I’m fine.”
“Need less blankets? Are you hot?”
Burning, she thinks, under his gaze. “Fine the way I am.”
“Okay. Hey, it’s the seventieth hour, Bon. So, um, we need to complete the spell.”
“What? Do you need more blood?”
“No.” Kai cocks his head. “You don’t seem as scared as you were before.”
“Well, I’ve had seventy hours to think.”
“Oh?”
“And I don’t think you really casted a spell. I think you’re just keeping me here for fun.”
He chuckles. “Oh I definitely did, Bonnie.”
“Really? Prove it.”
“Prove it?”
“You say you casted it, well, I don’t believe you.”
“You’re not serious.”
“What happens on the seventieth hour?”
“I told you.”
“Well, prove it to me. Do your spell. Take more blood. Do whatever you need to bond us,” she rolls her eyes and puts quotation marks up with her fingers, “because I think you’re bluffing.”
“Y’know, having your approval to finish this spell makes this so much easier. I was going to do it regardless, but knowing you want me too just makes it ten times better.” He stalks towards her.
“I don’t want you.”
“Okay. Whatever you say, Bonnie.”
Before she can respond, he’s on the ground beside her. He sits criss-crossed, which would look innocent if he didn’t tightly grab her wrist a second later. The boy then studies her carefully. He trails a finger along her jawline and down her neck, before he cups his hand around it. She doesn’t flinch this time, and disturbingly enough, she doesn’t want to move, either. She swallows hard, throat bobbing against his palm.
“Are you scared?”
“Of you? No.”
“Are you going to listen to me?”
“That depends.”
Kai smiles. “Y’know, my mom was always pregnant when I was growing up. Trying to bear another set of twins, right? Because I was defective, an abomination, yadda yadda yadda… I was a siphon, so if I merged, I’d take down Jo immediately. You know the story. Anyway, mom was always pregnant, and Jo would always help her. And so badly, I wanted to help her. I mean, she was my mother. She carried me, birthed me, fed me, raised me, and I wanted to care for her when she was going through that with my siblings.” Kai’s hand drops from her neck, down to his lap. One hand still holds her wrist. “But my father wouldn’t let me. Even if I swore I wouldn’t touch her, he wouldn’t let me help. So I watched Jo comfort her, make her tea and soup, bring her extra blankets if she were cold. And when baby after baby was born, I couldn’t help with them, either. Jo would talk to them in her baby-voices, and carry one on her hip while doing chores for mom. She could play with them and teach them, and the one thing I could do was cook for the family. To make it worse, Jo would scold me for never helping, but if I tried, dad would punish me.” Kai pauses, and Bonnie actually feels sorry for him. She fights the urge to comfortingly run a finger along his cheek. “I never got the chance to bond with my siblings because I never got to spend time with them. They were practically taught to fear me. So when you’re eight years old and you’re told you’d either kill your twin or they’d kill you, and you’re already not allowed to interact with her, and now your mom is pregnant and you’re not allowed to help with that, either, you kinda start to question what’s the point, y’know?” Kai’s eyes meet Bonnie’s before jumping back to the ground. “And then suddenly you’re twenty-two, and you’re supposed to do the one thing you are allowed to do, but now you can’t do that either. So when the tightly pulled string snaps, it’s thrown away, instead of anyone trying to fix it, because that’s easier, right?”
“Kai-”
“So yeah, I killed my siblings. But maybe if I was ever given a fucking chance to know them better, I wouldn’t have. Maybe if I was given a chance at all.”
It’s quiet for a long time. Bonnie doesn’t know how to respond to the sudden confession, and Kai’s eyes have glazed over like he wasn’t even aware he shared it.
“Kai, I… don’t know what to say.”
His gaze snaps up to her. “This spell needs to be completed in three hours to take effect. I just want you to know that I didn’t hate my siblings in the way everyone thinks I did.” She swallows, wondering where he’s going with this. “I don’t hate kids. I just hated my parents.”
Bonnie nods, not sure what else to do. Kai seems to take this as an answer, though.
In a split second, he takes her other wrist and pushes her body onto the ground. He makes sure her head’s on the pillow before gripping one hand above her head, while his other hand holds her still on the shoulder. He then swings his legs over her hips, straddling her, and before she can even blink, she’s pinned completely.
“Wait!” Sweat beads at her forehead. “What are you doing?”
“The spell needs to be complete,” he repeats.
“What happens on the seventieth hour?” She pants, “tell me!”
“The binding, Bonnie. Remember? I said I could die a painful death from not having twins to take over the leadership, or I could complete the whole spell as it should be done?” She remembers, but doesn’t reply. Kai continues anyway. “There was never another option. I knew I was going to complete it the moment the heretics gave it to me. The moment they told me everything that needed to happen.”
“Why?” The girl asks, quietly. Partly out of shock, partly out of fear.
“Because I want you, Bonnie. And I want this. This spell will give me both.”
Realization starts to set in that he was not, in fact, lying about the spell. He had casted it, and he was going to do exactly what he had described.
“Aww, come on, don’t look so sad. I know you’re at least a little curious about me, even without the workings of the spell. I wonder what was going through your head at the wedding, watching those two get married. Or when Elena and Damon returned just in time with hay in their hair, doing exactly what everyone was thinking. Y’know, if you didn’t trap me in 1903, I could’ve been your date to that wedding. We could’ve fought beforehand about which tie I was going to wear, or which shoes you thought looked better. And then we could’ve danced, or snuck to the snack table, or the bar. Then when everyone finally went home and inevitably hooked up, because that’s what always happens, we could be doing this in your warm bed with the feather pillows I bet you have, and an air freshener in the room that smells like sage only to be overpowered with the smell of sex by the time the sun rises.”
Bonnie swallows. She avoids his gaze, mind consumed by his words.
“But you didn’t, and I had to resort to watching you be sad, all alone, at the wedding, and then taking you for myself afterwards. Then again, maybe that’s what you needed to realize you missed me.”
“I didn’t miss you.”
“Is that something you say because you mean it, or because it’s an automatic reply that you use to keep your good side intact? Because it’s starting to sound a little forced.”
“I… I don’t…”
“Don’t mean it? Don’t want me? Don’t want to admit you want me? Come on, Bonnie. Use your words.”
The girl stays silent, not trusting those words.
“Alright. Well, I’m running out of time, and you haven’t clearly given me a ‘no’, so I’m just gonna get on with this, and then you can decide what you want later, okay?” Again, she doesn’t reply, so he nods. “Okay.”
His body that was hovering over her one second now presses into her. Their hips touch, and she can feel his hardening length on her leg. At the same time, he dips his head into the side of her neck, kissing it softly. The hand that once rested on her shoulder is feeling along her side, but stops at the end of her dress. He tugs at the fabric, as if silently asking for permission to remove it.
“Kai-”
“Hm?”
“I-” she doesn’t know what to say. She wanted his attention, but now doesn’t know what to do with it.
Kai continues to kiss along her neck. His lips are barely touching her skin, but they still make her feel hot. She fights with herself over whether to struggle against him, or give into her subconscious desires. The more she’s quiet, though, the more Kai seems to take that as permission. He pulls her dress up and over her head, cradling her neck gently as it slips past her face.
“There you go,” he whispers, looking her up and down, “good girl.” He tosses it over his shoulder. “That dress fit you perfectly, may I add. You looked gorgeous in it. It’s been difficult to wait until now to pull it off you, but I promise you I’ve admired it from afar.”
She swallows, getting a mental picture of Kai eye-fucking her across a fully-seated ceremony. Hiding in the shadows; three hundred people, yet he’s watching her. Instead of giving in, though, she turns her head.
“Still being stubborn? Awh. That’s okay, BonBon. I’ll take care of you.”
Kai tightens his grip on her waist with his legs. He’s even harder now, and almost fully exposed, Bonnie can feel all of him. His bulge is dangerously close to her clothed core, and her body is burning from the teasing proximity. She can only watch as he undoes his tie, inserting a finger into the knot and pulling it loose. Her eyes follow his hands, admiring his long fingers, and an escaped thought makes her curious as to how they’d feel inside her. Kai pulls off his jacket, tosses it somewhere with her dress, and then his dress shirt follows.
“Watching me?” He catches her staring.
Bonnie turns her head away quickly, again.
“It’s okay if you were.” He removes his belt, but keeps his pants fitting loosely on his body. Bonnie, now squeezing her eyes shut, has no warning before his fingers graze against her heat. He slips a finger between her folds, feeling the wetness through the fabric. A moan passes through his lips. Two seconds later, his mouth takes the place of his fingers, and when she looks up, he’s sure enough level with her. Bonnie bites her tongue to not moan at the feeling of his hot breath on her cunt. It feels so good, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
“Stop that,” she mutters through clenched teeth.
“Stop what? Teasing,” he sticks his tongue out to the fabric, “or touching?” A hand creeps up her back and unhooks her bra. It snaps off, freeing her breasts, and Kai watches them bounce into place. She hadn’t even noticed he’s not holding her down anymore. His body is off of hers completely, but she’s in too much pleasure to notice.
“Both.”
“Awh, that’s no fun.” He pulls off his dress pants, then rises back to his knees. His eyes focus on her breasts, licking his lips, while Bonnie tries to look anywhere other than his huge bulge. “Guess we’ll get straight to fucking, then.”
Before she can even speak, he’s hovering over her again. He mutters something, then she feels cool air on her heat, telling her he’s gotten her panties off with magic.
“I promise I didn’t siphon you. It’s tempting, but I wanted to make you feel comfortable, and I know you don’t like that. Anyway.” He mutters the same thing to remove his boxers, and this time, she feels his hard cock slap against her cunt. She bites back a moan, tongue bleeding from the pressure on it.
Kai then crawls up her body to whisper in her ear. His cock teases the tip of her folds, and she knows she’s wet enough that if he pushed just a little, he’d fit. “This would be so much better in your bed, BonBon.” He kisses her neck. “I mean, you’re receptive now, but it’d be so much more comfortable there.” His lips travel further down, but this time, he chuckles against her skin. It tickles, making her squirm. “Y’know, while the spell requires you to be receptive, it doesn’t have that much of an effect. It prepares you just enough to be able to take it, not enough to make it comfortable. The wetness pooling out from between your legs is entirely your own doing. So look me in the eye and tell me you don’t secretly want this.”
She accepts the challenge of his eye contact, but then struggles with the lie. “I-”
He clicks his tongue. “Come on, Bonnie.”
“Not enough to make it comfortable? What does that mean?”
“Just like it sounds, quit stalling.”
“Tell me.”
“Remember in historical times when sex was pretty much only a form of procreation, and not at all just for pleasure? Yeah, well, Geminis are well aligned with that. So when more twins are needed to keep the coven alive, women don’t usually get the good end of the bargain. Like, at all.” He pushes himself inside just a little. “Luckily, you have two things in your favor today, Bonnie. One, you seem to want this, considering how wet you are right now. And two, I care about you, and I don’t want you to hate this.”
“Right.”
“I want to bond with you, Bonnie. I’ve wanted you like this since the first time I saw you.”
“You didn’t even know this bond was a thing until I stuck you in 1903. You should be thanking me.”
He cocks his head, genuinely surprised at the retort. A smile crosses his lips. “We’ll see who’s doing the thanking after I’ve been deep inside you.”
With that, he holds himself steady with his palms on the ground, then pushes into her fully. As expected, she’s able to take him. The minimal pain she feels is getting used to his size, but that’s worked out in the first couple of thrusts. Bonnie’s hands reach for anything to grasp as he finds his pace. When he ducks his head to lick at her breasts, her hands bury in his hair, scratching his scalp and pulling his roots. Kai doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he moans at the feeling, sending a vibration through her body. He sucks her tits, even bites them gently. His hands skim along her arms and body, providing a sensual touch. It’s overwhelming, but in all the best ways.
The only sounds that have been heard in the warehouse for three days are that of their voices talking back and forth. Now, the building echoes with the slaps on skin on skin contact, vulgar squelching at the point of connection, and frenzied moans tumbling from both sets of lips. Spit dribbles from the edge of Kai’s swollen lips down onto her stomach, wetting her in a way she always thought she hated. But in that moment, under him, she secretly relishes the feeling. If her pussy could get any wetter, it would.
It isn’t long before she feels close to coming. She doesn’t want to admit it. Instead, she puts a hand on Kai’s arm and hopes he gets the hint.
Thankfully, the boy looks up. A smirk tugs on his lips at the sight of her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He sits up, still thrusting hard into her, and cocks his head as if giving her permission to come. Bonnie does so immediately after that. Her body shaking with pleasure and relief. Her tits continue to bounce from his thrusts, but now they’re cold from his spit and absent tongue. Kai blows cool air against them as she falls apart underneath him, but he doesn’t stop. He barely even slows down.
“Beautiful,” he compliments.
“Slow down,” she asks, trying to catch her breath.
Kai, surprisingly, listens. He slows to a stop and pulls out completely. She can see now, the sweat beading on his forehead. The way he pants, also trying to catch his breath. She makes the mistake of looking up and down his body. His cock rests in his hands, red, hard, and clearly not ready to be done with her.
“Feel good?”
Bonnie rolls her eyes.
“Mmkay. Stubborn girl.” His words sound more teasing than anything. When she looks in his eyes, there’s a mischievous glint in them. She then follows his gaze to the hourglass, but can’t read the expression he wears looking at it. Kai turns his attention back to her, then licks his lips. “Okay. Let me know if you need to change positions, because we’re not done yet,” he confirms. At least she has the option… she shakes her head to erase the thought. Kai seems to take that as a ‘no’ on changing his position, though, which Bonnie didn’t think about until now, and starts to push back into her.
This time, Kai takes more time picking up his pace. He thrusts slower, but reaches deeper inside her. His hands grab both shoulders, effectively pinning her to the ground. Then, when he starts to get comfortable, he quickens pace again. This round, he’s deep enough to make a bulge visible in her belly. His eyes drop to it as soon as he sees it. A smile she still can’t interpret is on his face.
“You’re gorgeous,” he compliments, panting heavily, “you’ll look even more so filled up. Aw, I can’t wait for it. Fill you to the brim, and I won’t let any of it leak out. That’s the last part of the spell, Bonnie. To bind you to me; bind us. Fill you up and wait for it to take. It will.” His grip on her shoulders tightens. “The first three months might be a little uncomfortable. You might be sick some mornings, or be a little more sensitive, but I promise I’ll help you through it. I’ll make you this raspberry tea that Jo used to make for mom, even though it was my recipe. She drank it throughout every pregnancy.” When Bonnie raises her hands up in search of something to grab, he takes them and pins them above her head. He has a new angle now, and can thrust even deeper.
“And by the fourth month, you’ll start to show. They’ll start to move, and you can feel them inside you.” Suddenly, the hand on her shoulder finds its way to her neck. Minimal pressure is added. He’s showing dominance, not an intent to harm. “Your body is still going through changes, but they become easier to manage. The baby’s growing and developing, and you might gain a little weight, but it’s not unhealthy, and you’ll still be just as gorgeous as you always are.” Kai’s movements are getting sloppy. He’s close. Close to finishing the spell, close to coming deep inside her.
“And in the last couple months, they’ll be almost ready. You’ll certainly be ready to be done with it,” he smiles a genuine smile, “because I know it’s hard, and it hurts, but it’s worth it. Your back will hurt and breasts, too, and they might leak, but I’ll massage you wherever you need it. Contractions will start as you get closer, and it’s okay if you break my finger gripping too tightly.” His mouth is dry from talking, but he continues anyway. “I won’t let you out of my sight, Bon. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I can’t promise my coven won’t try, but I can promise you that as long as we’re bonded, you’ll be safe, and I’ll defend you with my life. I love you, Bon, and I want this baby so, so bad. I promise I’ll take care of both of you.”
With a few more thrusts, he’s spilling inside her. He can only hold himself up for a second before collapsing, but rolls to the side to not crush her with his body. He keeps his cock buried inside her, as he had promised not to pull out until she was filled. Kai’s eyes flutter as he catches his breath, and for the first time in quite a while, he’s silent.
Bonnie’s head races with everything he just said. How much passion was in his voice when he talked about having a baby with her. She’s overwhelmed, but can’t find herself to be disgusted about it. Though, she can feel the warmth in her core from him, and knows she has to accept her fate now, or she’ll hate it for the rest of her life. Bonnie bites her cheek as her thoughts race, trying to decide which option to choose.
Beside her, Kai’s breathing returns to normal. He creeps a hand up to her stomach and rests it there. After another minute, he adjusts slightly to pull out. Then, slowly, the slight pressure he was keeping on her stomach dissipates as his hand goes limp. She turns to see his face and realizes he’s fallen asleep.
Bonnie could run. He’s at the most vulnerable she’s ever seen him in her life; the barrier spell would be easy to break. She could escape. Shatter the hourglass and kill the spell. She could probably even kill him at this moment, if she wanted. But for some reason, she does none of those things. Instead, she turns towards him and brushes a finger down his cheek. She watches his chest rise and fall, then lays her head against it. Her breathing matches his in a matter of minutes, and she’s out like a light.
Eight hours later, way past time for the spell to be complete, Bonnie wakes up to Kai’s arms wrapped around her protectively. He has quite a grip despite still being asleep, which tells her he woke up in the middle of the night and took the chance to pull her closer. When she stirs, he does, too, fluttering his eyes open to meet hers.
“Hi,” he says simply, a smile on his face. He looks so innocent, almost like he hadn’t fucked himself to unconsciousness and her to impregnation just a few hours ago.
“Hi,” she replies, unsure of what else to say.
“How do you feel?”
“Fine.”
He sits up, propping his head on his elbow. “Just fine?”
“I guess I don’t know what to feel yet.”
Kai considers this. “Well… you didn’t try to run away last night.”
“I thought about it.”
“What stopped you?”
She doesn’t respond right away, and when she does, it doesn’t answer the question. “You really want a baby?”
“Ever since my dad barred me from helping with my siblings, I knew I needed it for myself. Whether it’s something primal or parently, I don’t know.”
“Which do you think it is?”
“Well the primal part is definitely the Gemini. I don’t think there’s been one good fatherly figure in the history of my coven. Maybe it’s me wanting to be a good dad because of that. To raise a kid the opposite of how I was raised.” He looks down. “I don’t know, sounds stupid. Of all people talking about having kids, I should be on the bottom of that list.”
“It’s not stupid. You were never given a chance to show goodness, because you were immediately deemed evil. You express these feelings to me because you trust me.” Bonnie doesn’t know if the words coming out of her mouth are her own or the workings of the spell. Perhaps both.
“You really believe that?”
“As much as I believe that people can change from evil to good, look at Damon, or even Klaus Mikaelson, I also believe that maybe they were good all along, but their bad parts overshadowed their good. Maybe they needed to put up an act, or maybe it was all buried so deeply that they didn’t even know where inside themselves they were. Like you.”
Kai thinks about this, then asks, “anyone else? Or did you come up with that just for me?”
Bonnie wonders for a moment. “Maybe Katherine. Qetsiyah.”
Kai doesn’t know who those people are, only by mention, but what matters is that she was able to see inside the hearts of more people than just him. To him, that confirms she’s telling the truth.
“I didn’t have a good father figure, either, Kai. He left when I was young, then came back a couple years ago. Tried to control a lot of the things I did. Said it was to protect me, but I didn’t want his protection after he had abandoned me.”
“Where is he now?”
“Dead. Silas. It still hurts even though we weren’t close.”
Kai doesn’t understand that. The heretics gave him two options for revenge. One, to become a heretic. To drink Lily’s blood and kill himself, which would take down the coven. He’d then drink the blood of his dying father to complete the transition. Or two, to bond and lead the coven, then produce a set of twins to rule after him. Instantly, he chose to bond with Bonnie, but he’d still kill his father in a heartbeat, given the chance.
“I won’t abandon you,” he says after a brief silence, “I promise.”
In a moment of spunk, Bonnie challenges, “is that you or the bond talking?”
“Me.” A no-hesitation reply.
The girl sighs, relaxing into his arms once more. After a moment, a new question comes to mind. “What happens now? Do we stay here?”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want my bed,” she answers honestly. “But.” she tastes the words before saying them. They feel weird to admit, but they’re true. “I want you with me.”
Kai kisses her forehead. “Okay. I’ll take you home.”
They rest for another ten minutes before getting up to leave. As Bonnie puts her dress back on, Kai gathers his things. The hourglass, the grimoire, the blanket and pillow on which she slept. He stays close to her as they make their way out of the building, tucked away, on the edge of the town border. Bonnie recognizes it from the outside, though she’d never think to go near it.
“How’d you know of this place?”
“Saw it in passing. I scoped it out for days, making sure no one was inhabiting it. I needed somewhere to keep you where you would be safe.”
She doesn’t answer. As uncomfortable as it was to be kept there, she remembers he’s still a sociopath, and to prioritize her safety was a big thing despite his general lack of understanding for others’.
The short trip to her house was uneventful, but Bonnie wonders if he spelled them to be invisible. There’s no way her friends aren’t looking for her; she disappeared four days ago by now. They must be worried sick.
“What do I tell my friends when they see me? If I’m even allowed…”
“‘Course you can see them. And you can see them without me around, if you want, but I’ll still cast a protection spell over you. Or linger in the shadows, where they can’t see me.” Kai’s eyes darken playfully. “As for telling them, I have no idea. Whatever you want.”
Bonnie thinks about it. Whether to lie and say she got lost, knocked out, or kidnapped by someone else? Or whether to say it was Kai who kidnapped her? What if she tells them she learned to enjoy his company in the time he held her captive? What if she reveals he’s most likely gotten her pregnant?
Suddenly, her stomach hurts, like she’s eaten something curdled. She winces in pain and clutches it. Kai turns around immediately.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Stomach. I was thinking of what to tell them, and it started hurting.”
“That’s unusual, you shouldn’t have symptoms yet.”
Suddenly, it hits her. “The spell.”
“What?”
“It would put the baby in danger if they found out I could be pregnant. They can’t know I might be carrying your baby.”
“That would make sense,” Kai muses.
As soon as Bonnie comes to the conclusion, the pain stops. She stands back up. “I think that was it. So I’ll just tell them I’ve been with you. And maybe… after the wedding, I was lonely, and when I saw you had returned, I gave into your constant flirting, and it was nice, and I didn’t want to leave.” She puts a hand on her stomach, expecting pain, but none comes. “Okay. I’ll use that.”
“Okay. Are you going to use it now, or…?”
“Tomorrow. Today, rest. Tomorrow, I’ll make my rounds, reassuring friends I’m okay.”
Kai nods. “Tomorrow it is.”
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polaroid love - 49. you have my heart (half-written)
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[hype girl yn is calling...]
“hello?”
“HANNI! hi! are you- uhm- free like in a few minutes?”
“y/n? are you driving?”
“YES! but are you free?”
“yeah-“ hanni was laughing from y/n mumbling the directions to her dorm. “why?”
“i’m on my way. AAH-“
hanni sat up from her bed, hearing y/n scream made her worried that she might have gotten into an accident.
“y/n, are you ok?”
“yes, yes. i wanna talk so-“ [connecting…] “-SEE YOU JAGIYA!”
“Y/NN WAIT WH-“
[call ended]
hearing the rhythmic knocking on their door, hanni slowly opened the door. y/n is standing in front of her. a small bouquet of chrysanthemum and roses being held close to her chest.
“hi.”
“hi, what are you doing here?”
“i told you, i wanna talk.”
behind hanni were the rest of the members, trying not to scream from what was happening in front of them. this was the first time they’ve seen y/n get all shy and flustered.
“it’s a bit late, isn’t it?” whatever y/n was pulling, hanni was confused. she remembers minji going home with a sad smile, a look of defeat from last week.
“FOR THE LOVE OF- JUST GO OUT!” this took everyone by surprise, danielle isn’t one to scream but the suspense was killing her.
“OK OK!”
“BRING HER HOME RIGHT AWAY, SIM! OR I’LL BREAK YOUR ARMS!” y/n saluted at minji as the girls laughed at her reaction towards the threat from the leader.
muscle memory kicked in, as hanni immediately held onto y/n’s hand as they walked back to her car. this time, y/n was closer, much closer than before, squeezing hanni’s hand every now and then.
even the drive to han river, which is now their spot, y/n is using one hand on the steering wheel as hanni played with her hand. as much as y/n wants to stop the car and just tell hanni everything, her preparation would go to waste. even when the car is parked and being bombarded by questions about what there is to talk about, or what the plan is; y/n kept quiet.
“just go with the flow, jagiya.”
“ok, babe. but if you’re secretly a kidnapper, i’ll still follow you.” and she did, hanni went with everything y/n had planned, even with a small chance of being kidnapped by y/n.
y/n brought out a picnic basket that contained the very same order they had on their first date from the very same restaurant. it was a bit spontaneous but that was what hanni enjoyed with their dates. the thrill of going out at the most random time but in the same place where everything started.
just like the first time, hanni asked y/n to buy ice cream at the convenience store, everything felt like deja vu for them. it made hanni wonder what type of trick y/n had in her sleeves. in the same area where feelings were expressed, where the waiting began, and where y/n knew that she loves hanni.
“three weeks ago, i asked you to wait.” hanni hummed, a different type of ice cream in hand.
“and i’m still waiting.”
“you don’t have to anymore.” the silence, only filled with the gust of the wind and hanni’s heart beating faster than before.
“oh-”
“you have my heart, hanni… from when i first saw your music video to our first meeting, and i’m sorry if i took so long to tell you that.”
hanni could only smile at y/n as they looked at each other, slowly laughing as they processed everything that was going on. just like their first date, hanni having a bit of a mess on the corner of her lips. wiping it with her thumb, little to no space in between. y/n glanced at hanni’s eyes to her lips and back to her eyes.
“just kiss me, already.” and she did, months of pining lead to this moment. hanni felt soft lips on top of hers, hands on her waist being pulled closer to y/n, it felt like a dream and if it did. she hopes no one wakes her up, but it’s reality, y/n is kissing her gently, she can feel her smile as they pull away.
“worth the wait?”
“definitely.”
it took y/n months to clear her mind and realize her feelings, hanni might have fell first but y/n fell harder. and she’ll do anything just to get the title of girlfriend.
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Kotoko's justice and her motivations theory
While Kotoko is still pretty mysterious, there are some parts in Milgram that could hint at her inner workings and why she does the things she does. Here mostly content from her mvs will be discussed. Be careful as this theory discusses sensitive topics.
CW: discussion of kidnapping and SA
The wolf imagery and its possible multiple meanings
Before Deep Cover came out, one theory regarding the wolves in Harrow is that they represented Kotoko’s allies in her actions.
Now that it’s out, it seems more likely Kotoko was acting entirely alone for her actions (so more of a lone wolf image rather than hunting with a pack).
Kotoko has strong ties with both regular wolves and also werewolves, with distinct symbolism for each.
Jacques Roulet was the name of a French man who was accused of being a werewolf in the late XVIth century (source: https://www.historydefined.net/the-french-werewolf-panic/).
The wolf imagery seems to be associated with Kotoko’s sense of justice and her preference for working alone, unlike the werewolf imagery that represents her excesses of violence (imo). This is seen mostly in Harrow, featuring wolves and an overall positive view of Kotoko, then in DC which has her more questionable sides and the whole werewolf image.
Still, I feel like there’s more to the wolves regarding Kotoko’s case.
This article (https://www.psychologies.com/Therapies/Psychanalyse/Dictionnaire-des-reves/Loup) talks about some of the symbolisms of wolves, including violence, aggressivity, etc. This is psychoanalysis so take it with a grain of salt though.
One passage that struck me in particular was this one:
“Most of the time, in dreams, the wolf is a representation of a masculine sexual predator. Like in fairy tales, the wolf is an amateur of fresh meat (Little Red riding hood). Its presence in dreams can signify that the dreamer was exposed to disturbing sexual behaviors, abusive or pedophilic.” (translation)
This is what I think could be the hidden symbolism of the wolf in Kotoko’s mvs: maybe she was sexually abused as a child and developed her vigilante persona/obsession with punishing criminals as a coping mechanism to her trauma.
This part of Kotoko’s past might be hinted at with the flashbacks she gets at two points in Harrow, as she could be the little girl with the pink shirt we see (though this is still just a theory).
I feel like she’d need a very strong reason to go the lengths she goes for her hunt of criminals, unlike someone like Fuuta who also hates injustice, but takes much “lazier” actions for his beliefs for example.
In my opinion, wolves for Kotoko represent both her determination to hunt criminals, and werewolves her childhood trauma and her tendencies for violence depending on the scene/situation.
The wolf (both childhood trauma reminder and a representation of her violence here imo) haunting Kotoko. She also became the aggressor she hates so much like a lot of people pointed out, though in her case it's physical violence.
Kotoko doesn’t understand why she’s still not satisfied after dealing with all the criminals on her list and beating up the guilty prisoners. It could be because her trauma is still occupying her thoughts.
Many people have theorized that the girl with a pink shirt in Harrow could be Kotoko as a child. I completely agree with this, and it could be that Kotoko beat up Takao (the child kidnapper) to the point he died, because the orange dress girl’s situation reminded her so much of her past that she lost all control and killed him in the emotion (unlike the guy in the alley who she just beat up (iirc)).
Kotoko’s flashbacks while killing Takao (the car incident seems to have had an effect on her too).
A detail that’s a little strange is how the man in Kotoko’s flashback looks exactly the same as Takao (he’s even in the same outfit). It’s strange because Deep Cover confirms he’s 24 at the time Kotoko kills him, so he couldn’t be an adult if he was the one who hurt Kotoko as a child. Maybe she sees him as a stand-in for the person who traumatized her in the past?
As a side note, I think both the girl in a dress and the one in a pink shirt are Kotoko in the flashback. Maybe she changed clothes if she was kept captive for multiple days, and the floorboards look identical in both frames.
Some lyrics from Harrow that could refer to Kotoko’s past are these ones imo:
-I’ll teach you the pain you caused
→ as in the pain she suffered herself, hence why she feels like she has to punish criminals
- Becoming light-headed again, it all becomes crazy
The normalcy sought for, Fading away, Everytime death comes
The soul moves forward
and
Newly born “HARROW” “HARROW”
It’s ok to dislike, right?
Losing it, losing it, What should I hope for
Goodnight “HARROW” “HARROW”
Laugh and I can get to like myself
→ this could highlight how Kotoko constantly has something on her mind which makes her day to day life difficult (and that punishing criminals helps with it somewhat)
Kotoko’s self-hatred
If the theory about Kotoko’s childhood trauma is true, I feel like it could explain her general aggressiveness and dissatisfaction with life. Some lines in her mvs hint at her disliking herself too (“Feeding on food so I don’t burn out” etc).
“The feeling of being "cut-off" from peers and "emotional numbness" are both results of CSA and highly inhibit proper social functioning.” (source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_sexual_abuse)
(Since wikipedia isn’t always super reliable and I’m not an expert on the subject feel free to correct me if this is incorrect.)
Of course there are other explanations for this kind of behavior, but this info could potentially explain some things about Kotoko.
One thing is how Kotoko keeps her distance from the other prisoners in Milgram and isn’t really close with anybody, not even Kazui for example, who has the same hobby as her (training).
Other prisoners try to get to know her in timeline conversations , but she always stays placid and cuts the conversation short.
Mahiru: Hey, Kotoko-chan. There’s something that’s really been bugging me, so do you mind if I ask?
……how do you style yourself so well? Have you always dressed like that? But it also looks like something you’d wear for training. Do you play sport? Ah, or maybe some kind of martial arts?
Kotoko: ……you really are carefree. Everyone in here is a “murderer” right?
Is this really the time to be asking questions like that?
(tl by Rochisama)
Mikoto: Hey, hey, Koto-chan.
I’ve been thinking this ever since I first heard your name, but...
Don’t you think the names “Mikoto” and “Kotoko” kinda sound like siblings?
Kotoko: No.
Mikoto: Don’t say that!
Let’s get along well from here on as the Koto-Koto combo!
Kotoko: I’m not doing that.
(tl by Rochisama)
She could also just have an aloof personality by nature, but still wanted to point this out.
During Deep Cover, I feel like Kotoko’s diss on the other prisoners is mostly meant to show her own self-hatred rather than her dislike of the other prisoners (though this is definitely true as well).
It’s perfectly normal for someone to dislike some people, or a specific kind of people (like how she mentions disliking Mikoto because he’s loud). However, Kotoko goes well over all that and goes on a rant about each prisoner and their supposed faults in her eyes. In my opinion, it’s very strange that Kotoko dislikes All the other prisoners without exception, and to that degree.
Like said earlier, I think Kotoko’s obsession with justice and punishing “evildoers”, including people like Yuno, is not so much her caring about justice but a way for her to cope with her childhood trauma (Fuuta and his justice-seeking is also similar imo, though in his case my theory is that he was bullied in the past).
We see her beat up multiple people throughout Milgram, but so far her only confirmed victim is Takao. With the emphasis on her flashbacks when thinking about him in Harrow, Kotoko could have killed him instead of beating him up like said above, as his crimes were directly linked to her past experiences, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop before killing him.
I think Kotoko doesn’t really care about the other prisoners cases’ specifics in the end, she might be just searching for an excuse to prove to herself that she’s one of the “strong ones” who protect the weak, like she mentions to Es in her second vd and in a distorted line in one of the trailers:
“From the beginning I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing earth closer to peace. Useless Weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!" (tl by milgram_en)
As in, she’s trying to prove all that to herself most and foremost.
Why does Kotoko look so restless here? Of course she’s happy to rescue the girl, but why is she sweating so hard and grabbing the girl by the collar? In my opinion, this could be because she’s still shaken up from Takao’s killing (in the sense that she just killed the equivalent of the person who hurt her as a child, if we go with that theory). Maybe Kotoko sees herself in the orange dress girl, and she wishes someone had been there to save her too when it happened to her in the past.
It could be why she instinctively pushes the girl away (?) when she hugs her (though later in the mv we see they get along).
Another detail in Deep Cover that’s pretty interesting is the last line in the lyrics:
“They’re still here, still here, it grates me”
From the previous lines it’s implied she’s talking about the other prisoners, more specifically the innocent ones in T1. So they get on her nerves because they were incorrectly judged and couldn’t be punished by her (imo).
The Japanese line however is a lot more vague:
“ほら残ってさ 残ってさ 鬱雑いね”
The line means the same thing, except the subject isn’t made clear. So a literal translation could be like “X is still here, X is still here, it grates me”
The English translations are official so maybe I’m overthinking this, but maybe Kotoko could be talking about her thoughts here? This is a reach, but “X” might refer to flashbacks of her childhood trauma, especially if we go along with the theory that the wolf at the end of DC= Kotoko’s trauma personified. This is just speculation though.
I feel like the subject in the last line being the wolf/Kotoko’s trauma could explain why she looks so distressed here, despite just having finished insulting the prisoners.
Plus, the next frame shows Kotoko’s chess piece being covered in blood/marked guilty like the other prisoners’. Imo this shows both Kotoko’s realization that she went too far with her “justice”, and that even after enacting it, she’s still not satisfied (because the real cause of her justice-seeking could be her trauma).
#can't wait to see Ktk's reaction to her verdict in T3#angry at her for beating up other prisoners but it's interesting to think about what could have led her to get her mindset#though it's hard to know for sure#milgram#milgram theory
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Is it weird that I want recs of books with kidnapping?
Not at all! I love kidnapping books. Totally natural. There's a reason why it's a mainstay in the genre.
Historical:
A Rose at Midnight by Anne Stuart. This is a dark historical romance, so TW for past sexual assault of the heroine (not by the hero, but described fairly explicitly), the Reign of Terror in France, and some preeeetty heavy dubcon with the hero. I know a lot of discussion has been had about what constitutes enemies to lovers... THIS. IS. IT. The heroine attempts to poison the hero (she actually does poison him, he just doesn't die as she was planning) for revenge early in the book, then escapes his clutches after he figures out it was her. He chases her down and kidnaps her. Ridiculously good and stupid hot if you're down for some true loooooathing and very complicated feelings.
Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale. Allegreto kidnaps Elayne/Elena to force her to marry him as a part of his Evil Scheme. Noncon first encounter, Kinsale is very true to medieval values--Elena's honestly more bugged by the complications that come with her not being a virgin anymore than anything else, AND I will say this is one of the most fascinating sex scenes I've ever read, because when she bites his shoulder he comes like, immediately and looks at her like FRIGHTENED after, and she realizes that it's because he gave up the game and revealed his fetish for pain/being dominated. Which she does use against him! DELICIOUS.
The Hawk by Monica McCarty. This is kind of a medieval kidnapping of convenience. The hero fishes the heroine out of the water and basically hauls her along with him because she's the daughter of an enemy. He's a pretty jolly kidnapper.
The Last Crimes of Peregrine Hind by Sierra Simone. This is an m/m kidnapping. This highwayman kidnaps a dandy because revenge and ransom reasons, and the dandy is like "I can work with this". Much sex enues, and it's GREAT.
A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught. Classic medieval kidnapping; the heroine is Scottish, and the English hero has his men kidnap her (and her sister, I think?) because war. Unfortunately for him, this girl is PSYCHOTIC.
Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas. Not a traditional kidnapping, but Kev does kidnap Win as a part of some marriage tradition stuff--ties her up and everything. She is VERY enthusiastic about being kidnapped because she's been begging for his dick for the entire book, and he does give it to her for like 24 hours straight.
Duke of Desire by Elizabeth Hoyt. This is one where the hero kidnaps the heroine and forces her to marry him to keep her safe from the villains, but he then refuses to consummate the marriage because he has some pretty severe trauma from being sexually abused as a child (TW, obviously). The heroine wants children, so this presents a problem.
Scandalous Desires by Elizabeth Hoyt. This is kind of a coerced kidnapping--Mickey left his infant daughter on orphanage lady Silence's doorstep, and she's been raising the baby for months and has fallen in love with her. So when Mickey takes the baby back (because his enemies are after him and he doesn't want her used against him) she comes running, and he's basically like, if you want the baby you have to stay in captivity here. She agrees.
The Dragon and The Pearl by Jeannie Lin. DELICIOUS. The hero is a warlord, and the heroine is the previous emperor's concubine. He's sure she knows secrets, so he kidnaps her to get them out of her. Sadly, she is very smart, and he finds this Difficult.
Contemporary:
Possession by Adriana Anders. This is more of a kidnapping kink--the heroine fantasizes about being kidnapped, so her husband enlists his buddy to help him fulfill that fantasy in a BIG way. A threesome ensues!
Mafia:
Mafia Mistress by Mila Finelli. Fausto kidnaps Frankie so that she can marry his son, Giulio. However, Fausto ends up being muuuuch more into her, so he pivots to making her his mistress. Duology, leads into Mafia Darling.
Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. Enzo blows up a bar and fakes Gia's death in order to kidnap her for revenge (against Fausto; this one stands alone, but I'd recommend reading them in order). He then keeps her in a cage on his yacht and intends to humiliate her, but she actually turns out to be almost as batshit insane as he is, and it gets Out of Hand.
The Professional by Kresley Cole. The hero in this book kidnaps the heroine on the orders of his boss (her biological father). But, after he gets her off in a cornfield, things get complicated...
The Master by Kresley Cole. In this one, the heroine is initially a sex worker hired by the hero, and they hit it off. However, she realizes she missed her birth control or something, and they had unprotected sex during her fertile window, and he's VERY pissed and kidnaps her to wait it out. Much more sex is had, and a chastity belt is involved. Loooove.
Dark:
King's Captive by Amber Bardan. The heroine is kidnapped by the hero on the day he crashes her birthday party and kills everyone there, including her dad. Then we jump three years into the future. This one has... quite a twist.
Paranormal:
Dragon Bound by Thea Harrison. The hero is an ancient dragon shifter, and the heroine steals one (1) penny from his horde as a part of a job she's blackmailed into doing. He is NOT PLEASED and chases her down and kidnaps her. However, he's also quickly like "I like the way she smells and her pretty hair and I want to keep her forever".
The Warlord Wants Forever by Kresley Cole. Nikolai (a vampire) kidnaps Myst (a valkyrie) as revenge/also just to claim her because she left him with a literally unending boner for FIVE. YEARS. So his long game is to basically keep her captive and shower her with sexual pleasure until she agrees to stay with him forever. Some pretty heavy dubcon/noncon, but in a "she is loving this but says she doesn't" kind of way.
A Hunger Like No Other by Kresley Cole. Lachlain (a werewolf) realizes Emma (a valkyrie/vampire hybrid) is his mate and kidnaps her because, you know, mating, even though he's VERY displeased about this, what with being tortured by vampires for 150 years. Noncon/dubcon involved.
Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole. A lady kidnapping a man! Sabine kidnaps Rydstrom and sexually tortures him in an effort to get him to fuck her and get her pregnant as a part of her brother's nefarious schemes. Dubcon, obvi, though he for sure gets her back on that score...
Lothaire by Kresley Cole. Lothaire keeps Ellie on death row, and when she decides to just not fight it and die he's like "WOW. RUDE." and kidnaps her because he believes she's the vessel for his actual fated mate, an evil goddess. (He is, in fact, incorrect.) One of my favorite things about this is that he has magical wards set up to keep her from escaping his penthouse apartment, so he just sits there and counts down as she runs to try to throw herself out a window or something and nods when he hears her like, bounce off a force field lmao. LOVE THEIR LOVE.
The Fae Queen's Captive by Sierra Simone. F/f kidnapping. The heroine is kidnapped by the fae queen for Mysterious Purposes and becomes her pet. Not a bad gig.
Sci-fi:
Barbarian Alien by Ruby Dixon. The heroine is kidnapped by her fated alien mate, which is very against the rules because these aliens are Feminist Kings. Fortunately for him, she is very horny and decides to go with it.
Barbarian Mine by Ruby Dixon. In this one, the hero is a SUPER barbarian alien, because he was literally raised off the grid by his dad who died when he was young (his dad raised him off the grid because he did in fact kidnap the hero's mom). He kidnaps the heroine because mating bond, and she's also like ".... fine".
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Angels and Demons Part 1
@sublimepainterwitch thanks! I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to writing for you guys. I hope you know I got your comment seconds before I fell asleep and then had a dream about it. I get the feeling this could become a longer series if you want more of it based on how many words I accidentally threw in this first part.
Either way, I always love getting prompts from you, friend! Hope you enjoy!
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It had only been around 50 years since the first of us were born. Mutants. Evil creatures, they called us, as if we could control being born with a pair of wings or horns and a tail.
They called us Angels and Demons. Over the years, as our numbers grew, we accepted our roles. Demons were cast out and abandoned to live hellish lives. Demons hated the humans and the Angels. The Angels were given respect but feared by all. Angels hunted Demons and killed humans they didn't like.
When I was born, they had learned that abandoning newborn Demons only infuriated the survivors. My mother had been one of the few to agree to hold their cursed offspring while waiting for the collectors to arrive. My tail wrapped around her hand as she sobbed over the child she would never have. I still have a bend in my tail from where the doctors broke it, trying to pull me away.
My guardian named me Emery. He taught me to survive, to use my thorn vines to protect myself and the other Demons in our settlement. He never told me his name. The others in the settlement seemed afraid to say it. Every day, when he hadn’t been called out to fight the Angels or humans who wanted to experiment on us, we trained. The days passed, and I grew older and stronger. I took my guardian’s place as the head warrior of the settlement the day he died.
One day, I was given my own child to teach and watch over. Mitra grew quickly, strong, and agile from the power gifted by her mother when the human allowed the child to be placed on her chest. She died protecting the settlement from human kidnappers while I was fighting a battle alongside a sister settlement 40 miles away.
As time passed, the number of Angel vs Demon attacks slowed. Both sides were too focused on the humans to worry about each other. Newborns were collected already dead. The kidnappings increased. They created weapons equal to Demon vines and Angel blades. I forbade anyone from my settlement from leaving the walls in groups of less than 4.
By the time our spies found the location of the lab and prison in our area, our sister settlement had been wiped out. Those of them who had survived to join us begged for vengeance. With the advice of the council and our army backing me, we attacked.
Our spies had been well trained. The humans were unprepared as Demons descended. We killed and tore and rampaged through the labs, freeing those who had somehow survived the cruel experiments. I closed the eyes of a small demon child who hadn’t been given a name yet before leaving the cold cell and setting off down the next hallway.
If I thought the child’s cell was cold, this hall was a blizzard. So brightly lit it hurt my eyes. The first room ended up covered in blood as I used my vines to tear apart a human scientist weeping inside. The next was empty, but the third…
The Angel was strapped to the table like an insect on display. She couldn’t have been more than 10 years old. Her wings staked to the table below, were bloody and missing feathers. What made my stomach roll was the oversized pair of Demon horns stitched to her head.
“Please, let me rest. I’ll do your experiments, but I’m just so tired. Don’t hurt my brother. I promise I’ll do it. Please. Please, let me sleep for just a little bit.” The girl’s voice was weak, so soft and scared my tail twitched uncontrollably.
She whimpered, eyes clenched tightly closed, as my fingers brushed carefully over the hem of the scrubs covering her torso. They had given her horns, but what about?
As the shirt slid up her back, a jagged tail unwrapped itself from where it had been squeezing around the girl’s waist in a comforting manner and struck at my face. I only just managed to dodge the serrated edge of the tip. It wrapped back around the girl just as quickly as it had attacked.
“I’m sorry!” The girl wailed, struggling against her bindings. “I’m sorry. I can’t control it! Please forgive me. Don’t hurt my brother. I didn’t mean to.”
Despite the girl’s movements and the writhing, protective tail, I could see the stitches where the humans had attached it. Some had ripped and were bleeding. It wasn’t uncommon for young Demons to tear their tails in a similar manner until they built up strength and control.
Curious, I scruffed the child like a mother cat holding her baby. Something that would similarly render a Demon, not an Angel, weak and unable to move. The girl stilled, even her wings halting the horrifying tearing movement against the spikes impaling them. It seemed the humans had succeeded in creating a true crossbreed.
I released my hold and shifted around the table so the shaking child could see my face. She took in my horns, and new tears began to flow. “You’re a Demon? Are you here to kill me?”
“No. Not this time, little crossbreed. It seems you’re a Demon, too, aren’t you?” I pushed the child’s hair out of her face so she could see better.
“I’m an Angel. Kyo was a Demon. They took her apart, and they… they…” With strength most adults could only dream of, I watched the small child physically shake off her train of thought before glaring up at me. “I don’t know if she’s still alive, but they kept Kyo’s sister in a cell on the second floor. Please save her if you can. And, and you can do whatever you want with me, just please, don’t kill my brother. Let him tell our mother what happened to me. Please, Demon, let him go.”
I tapped the button on my communicator. “Attention. The humans succeeded in capturing both Demons and Angels. Any survivors of either kind are to be released unharmed. Only kill the Angels if they attack first.”
If possible, the girl collapsed even heavier onto the table. “Thank you. Thank you. I, uh, there are knives in the cabinets over there. The humans used them. Can you. Can you give Kyo’s parents her tail and horns back?”
What cruel hell had they put this child through? I shook my head but didn’t respond otherwise. With carefully telegraphed movements, I felt along the child’s sides, feeling if they had left her with any ribs.
An Angel’s ribs were their blades. Each rib could be removed by the Angel and transformed into a sort of knife more deadly than any human tool. With each rib removed, the Angel gained strength for a time, but before long, the strength would wain, and if all were removed, the Angel would be left weak and helpless. Removed ribs grew back within two days, depending on the size and strength of the Angel. The only one who could remove an Angel’s ribs without extreme surgery was the Angel themselves.
With the exception of the heart rib that was still growing, not a single rib remained in the girl’s body. “Do you know what they did with your blades?”
“They’re in the jar over there. They liked me to see when they decay into dust.” As she said, a large jar sat on the counter, shoved to the back. Three small blades stood inside, proudly gleaming amidst the dust that half-filled the jar.
I sighed, “May I touch your blades? I think they might be our best bet at cutting these bindings without cutting you.”
“You’re asking me if it’s okay?” The small hybrid’s eyes began to fill with tears again. “Please, get me out of here.”
With careful reverence, I lifted the jar and moved it closer to the girl. Her eyes watched closely as I removed one of the blades and placed it in her hand as a small comfort, then pulled out a second and began to cut away the straps holding her prisoner. It probably would have been wiser to remove the stakes in her wings first to minimize her struggling, but the girl proved her strength. She screamed and sobbed as her left wing was freed but remained completely still.
I gave her a moment to recover before moving on to the right wing. We didn’t have long; the sounds of fighting were drawing closer, but she deserved as much time as I could give her. My hand had just wrapped around the remaining stake when the door blew off its hinges.
A rush of wind filled the room, and my body was slammed against the wall behind me. The sharp chill of an Angel blade pressed to my throat made me laugh. “I assume this is the brother?”
“Onyx, stop! Don’t…” The girl cried, but the blade only pressed harder.
“Stay away from my sister, you Demon scum.” Onyx’s voice matched his name and his black blades. Dark and dangerous.
My vines wrapped around the weakened Angel’s throat, peeling him off me and shoving him to the ground before he could attack again. “Sit, boy. I’m only here to help.”
Part 2
#whump fic#whump#whump scenario#whump writing#whump ideas#oc#rescue#hurt/comfort#past torture#angels and demons#mutation
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Chuck e cheese pony and I went to the fnaf movie! I have a lot of thoughts (fnaf autism you see.) so look below the cut for spoilers
(I am just copy pasting my thoughts from discord so they might be messy. also sorry if im incoherent. i have a different interpretation about fnaf games than most other fans, but thats mostly irrelevant since the movie is a different universe than the games)
it was good! i enjoyed it for what it was! nothing is even sticking out to me as “negative story elements” other than stuff that was like. “oh no people better not interpret this stupid in relation to the games” like vanessas relation to william or the fact that mike is carrying around a book that says “Dream Theory” on it (this has an explanation in the movie tho, its not related tot he stupid ass “everything is a dream” theory. its because mike witnessed his little brother getting kidnapped (by william) when he was young, and the dream theory is that “everything youve ever seen is stored deep in your memories, dreams can be a way to unlock those memories” and hes trying to remember the face of the kidnapper, he needs closure and to figure out what happened i enjoyed the storys focus on mike and his little sister (theres a plot about how like. mikes aunt who is “mean and smells like cigarette smoke” is trying to take abby away because money reasons, neither mike nor abby want this, its a custody battle) and theres themes about like. mike needing to accept the past (what happened to his brother was horrible but he cant do anything to change that now, and he needs to protect his sister Right Now because she represents like. whats most important to him and his future Now.) i enjoyed that i also like that the animatronics arent just fucking evil! they kill people but only like. bad people who broke in and vandalized. they tried to hurt mike and also they tried to kill abby, but its explained that springtrap is manipulating them to do that. the kids dont wanna hurt anyone but hes tricking them into doing it. and i enjoy how at the end, to beat william abby has to make the animatronics remember how bad he is and that hes the one they should really be hurting lol theres a scene where the animatronics build a giant blanket fort with abby
i liked vanessa. shes not a murderer or anything, more similar to the nightguard vanessa (though obviously a movie au version). she was williams daughter but she hates him. at the end of the movie he stabs her and she has to be hospitalized because she was trying to save mike and abby from dying :( that “animatronic” with open face plates right? dont worry its not an actual aniamtronic. its like. a killing machine william made. so it has an in universe explaination. its just a freddy mask with spinning blades in it lol um also fetch (i'm not sure if it was actually fetch because it looked a little different)had a cameo and i lost it. also bella. the little doll henry made. except in this she was big enough to be like. a small animatronic (like the size of a real child), she had spring locks in her. balloon boy had 3 jumpscares (including one after the credits scene. it was funny) i liked all the references. there would be small references that were like. nods to the fans the only one that made me go “NOOOOOO” was. theres a scene in a diner. and the guy who takes their order was MATPAT and it took me like 20 seconds to notice and he said “well thats just a theory” and then he left. i hate mat pat but i have to admit thats funny for them to do there were like 3 swear words. ass, asshole, shit
also while it was a little annoying. it was funny that i was in a theater of over 100 people because everyone yelled at the same time like “NOOOO” when a character hides in a ballpit. or laughing at the same time. theres a part where a girl is putting her head near freddys mouth and she gets killed and everyone shouted “WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87?” or everyone going “AWWWWWWW” When its revealed the animatronics are friendly and that theyre gonna build a blanket fort together. idk it was fun. everyone screamed at tlt fnaf song
the animatronics were cool looking! i enjoyed them :) the eyebrows and eyelids made them very expressive!
their eyes have lights in them to make them glow. they look soft…. i enjoy how their facial features move? like theres a scene where like. freddy looks so mad like hes gonna kill mike. and then abby is like “freddy this is my brother mike hes a fried! :D” and then the way they have the animatronics face move naturally to make it look like a fond friendly smile? very cute and i liked it
there was a digimon advertisement before hand and i lost my mind because i have a digimon special interest
i have more thoughts but those were my main ones :3
#my little pony#mlp#generation 1#g1#gen 1#toys#baby chuck e cheese pony#fnaf#five nights at freddys#five nights at freddy's#fnaf movie#my photos#my ponies
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