#I am being forced to lose every source of fucking joy I have
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I'm so fucking mad
#she dug up and threw away some of my plants.#because they didn't look particularly happy#here's the thing though; they were reviving. I have been keeping an eye on them and they were not dead#they were starting to look happier and they roots were fine#I refuse to listen to anything she has to say about growing plants now. because she will not use her own knowledge#when it's inconvenient to her#I think she's hurt the other plants that she is using as an excuse to get rid of mine.#EVERY TIME.#I am being forced to lose every source of fucking joy I have#because I dared be the son of her disappointing daughter#and she's not disappointing either. she just got fucked over at every point
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4/24/24. 11:38am
Some recent thoughts that have been stewing in my head for a few weeks:
I’m slowly feeling my BPD symptoms shedding and dissipating from my body and soul. And this current shedding does not feel temporary but rather a beginning to a new growth.
I’ve finally delved into the roots of my shame and am really going head first into it. Already this initial step has relieved such a huge weight off of myself. I feel lighter everyday , I feel more purposeful, and closer to healing this relationship with myself. It actually feels possible to enter remission before I’m 35. Honestly I might be able to by the time I’m 30 but I’m not gonna focus too much on the age, and will continue to take the time I need.
A few things that have really been working for me:
-moving very slow: I’ve had a really bad habit for basically my whole life of moving way too fast. I have to do 10 things in a day to feel accomplished. I have to finish this difficult thing by a very short period of time etc etc. I didn’t give myself time to just exist, and my whole existence was dedicated to production and proving my worth through that. And I lost myself completely in that. I didn’t give myself time to literally smell the flowers. I would feel guilty if I leisurely went about my day without doing a productive thing. But now I’m actually understanding productivity in a different way. This production mode I was in was really fuckin killing me. Both my body and soul. My identity became even more obscure and distant to me. And now I can sit and just talk to myself for hours without feeling like I have to rush through the day. I really am more intentional about rushing as little as possible. Ofc capitalism forces us all to move too fast, but I do my absolute best to fight that speed and to always prioritize slowness and gentleness.
-actually talking about my shame and trying really hard to understand it: this one is the most recent thing I’ve finally had the ability to pursue. It’s taken so long to actually enter this phase of my understanding of myself, and I’ve known how crucial it is but I was just too scared. This one has been really fucking hard to break through and I’m just starting so I don’t have much to say yet. But I’m moving through the process: no matter how painful the truth is more important than hiding in myself and being secretive. That has been the reason for this rot I’ve felt in my body for so long.
-doing things that are purely pleasurable and that are fully self ignited: when I say fully self ignited I mean something that doesn’t rely on outside things. And I guess I’m still trying to find a better way to say it, but I’m thinking of pleasure that doesn’t rely on things like substances or addictivite people or etc. basically pleasure outside of addictive highs whatever the source of that is. Cus even video games or food can be addictive which I’ve talked abt before. For example things I’ve found the most pleasurable have been things I make or actively participate in. Like writing stories, or singing, or boxing etc. I’ll find a better way to describe this one but hopefully I’m getting the idea across.
-revisiting and participating in childhood interests and joys: this one has been so healing for me in terms of understanding identity. I feel like the moment I started to lose a sense of self was when I started to try really hard to be liked and accepted instead of doing what I do and finding like minded ppl. So revisiting childhood interests has been reminding myself of what was important to me before I started to absorb others. It’s a good starting point to build upon and to shed all the ppl I’ve absorbed throughout most of my life.
-treating myself like I’m in a full time dedicated relationship with myself: I take myself out on dates. I have a dedicated day every week that is just for me, my solo day. I do whatever I want when I want. I eat what I want, I play my games that I want, I watch what I want, etc. and even throughout the week I’ll have moments where I get a nice coffee for myself or do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time but haven’t been able to. This isn’t like necessary lol but I do kinda treat myself like 2 ppl and will have full convos with myself. It helps to think of myself as 2 bc then I can feel like I’m caring for another while also caring for myself.
-reading/listening/learning abt vast range of topics that eventually overlap with BPD related things. Basically diversifying my sources of knowledge instead of boxing myself in just psychiatry/therapy worlds: this one took a long time bc the immediate resources you find when you just Google BPD fuckin suck. And everything that is easy to find is stuck in DBT and western thought. With that said, DBT has definitely helped me a lot, but I think it was best as an introduction rather than the full solution. I mean I remember being like huh?? When I found out that DBT was treated like a bible within BPD treatment. I knew deep down that relying on one method to treat such a vast range of experiences is not realistic. There’s no such thing as one size fits all. Every individual is too complex and layered even with the same diagnoses. But I will say it’s very tricky to navigate finding other ways of treatment/understand self bc it can be easy to fall into traps of cultish ideologies or “self help” things that are really actually fucked up and make you regress. Outside of DBT stuff though a lot of things that have helped me better understand myself has been general emotion science, anything that really analyzes shame, reading books abt my own specific sources of shame, disability justice, and idk a lot of other stuff! I still haven’t allowed myself to get into reading abt spirituality stuff cus I’m just not ready yet. But slowly I’ll get there to better understand where I come from and where my lineage lies.
-finding and maintaining community: this one is also hard in the beginning and tbh is not always possible. But the more I grow, the easier it becomes to maintain relationships that eventually lead to a community. Like my immediate community is only 3 ppl including myself but even just that has been so amazing. We all have slowly learned how to support each other esp as we are all neurodivergent and disabled and it’s been genuinely beautiful. I’m lucky to find the friends that I have, and I’m also so happy to be in a place where I can healthily support my friends too. And now I’m able to look for community in different ways. And I’m also at a place where I can set boundaries with others and a lot more quickly sniff out red flags and keep distance when it’s needed.
Anyway I’m really proud of myself to be in the place I am. I really could not see a future for myself until Mayb like 2 yrs ago and now I’m more hopeful than ever. It’s been so fucking hard but I’m so grateful that I have been dedicated to change. And!! Not to mention I haven’t been able to go o therapy as much as I wud like bc im broke as shit, but I’m still able to grow on my own in a steady pace. And now I’m really seeing it in myself as I continue to work through all of it. I can genuinely say I love myself and wow I haven’t felt that way since I was a kid probably (excluding euphoria and manic episodes lol). Thank u to anyone who’s read this far and I wish you the absolute best in your own healing journey.
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I’d also like to revisit this post and highlight that generic anxiety doesn’t make you a fucking 6. in 6s it is this specific 3-ish fear of not being enough for other people that defines your type. You fear not being competent enough, bright enough, smart enough, to make yourself useful in the tribe and be deemed worthy for survival. Then underneath this, you resent everyone for “making” you treat yourself like an inauthentic product, because you’ve projected your fear of tribal persecution unto them. Underlying the 6 fixation is two fallacies…
The fallacy that I am not competent enough, I am not strong enough, I will never be certain enough of my many abilities to survive alone. For some ominous reason (hint: loss of Holy Faith) I just can’t develop my own abilities to do it alone…
the fallacy of fearing death at all; we fear death because we falsely believe that upon death, our Essence is destroyed. Relearning Holy Faith is about learning all the stuff David Icke talks about… human beings are Infinite Awareness. We are not our bodies, we are infinite consciousness that can never be destroyed. this means that there is no need to fear death since we don’t actually ever die. And so you can now let go of any fixation, and re-embrace Basic Trust that reality is good and safe. All fixations stem from the loss of Basic Trust. But you can especially let go of the 6 fixation once you stop fearing death, because the 6 fixation is the hyper-conscious mental awareness of the loss of Basic Trust. (Source: Almaas Facets of Unity, plz read it my followers)
In 6s, when they disintegrate… the pragmatic sp fear of literally dying gets confused with the more emotional soc fears of point 3. So, 6s become those people who think that being cheated on or betrayed will Literally Kill Me and they lash out by being incredibly bitchy and abusive due to nothing but their own paranoid fears of being shamed by you (at worst). At best, bad 6 -> 3 disintegration leads 6s to turn the fear of rejection internally and overwork themselves so that they don’t appear like an incompetent loser to others. Often they are overworking themselves for stuff they don’t truly find joy in or give a shit about, because the whole point is that they are working to appease their anxieties about not being good enough for others, they are not actually working for themselves and their own authentic pleasure. Eventual collapse is inevitable. I describe 6s as having a “bipolar work ethic” until they learn to use the 3 line to serve themselves and their repressed, denied need for significance, rather than using it to serve others and suck up to their own fears of displeasing others. I definitely have this bipolar work ethic myself as a 6-fix and have had to do work on all these things. In my actual 6 core friend she has bipolar disorder for real.
The 3-6 line is where the deeply human intersection between the need for survival (6) and the need for love (3) is found. Sometimes we confuse these concerns for the worse, which causes us to see other people as our competitors rather than our cooperators. Bad 3-6 dynamics can lead us to abuse people and butcher our relationships with them, in our own paranoid fear that by not sinking to our perceived low level of competency… they are conspiring to harm us.
The 3-6 line is present somewhere in all of us even if it isn’t at the forefront. It’s an Attachment line because it’s such a fundamental defining aspect of the human experience.
BUT… anyone can have anxieties which overwhelm them and lead to something like GAD. Anxiety isn’t uniquely 6. Gut triads fear losing their individuality to the oppressive forces around them and can become very neurotically anxious about this. Especially 8s and 9s who disintegrate into 5 and 6 respectively. Every 8 I’ve known has had anxiety issues… the ones who didn’t turn straight to drug addictions diagnosed themselves with anxiety, but usually we always go back to the drugs in some form, because therapy doesn’t really work for 8s the way it works for 6s. Anyway, that’s content for another post. 2s become neurotic about being rejected, not because they think rejection will lead the whole tribe to persecute them like 6s do, but because they have a very fragile sense of self worth and they believe rejection will harm this and fling them into despair and they won’t be able to function. Etc etc, everyone has anxieties based on their type. But are these anxieties 3-like? Are they based around the sense that I’m not competent enough, I’m not successful enough, I’m not attractive enough, I have no choice but to suck up to social standards and suck up to more competent people and I’m both deeply resentful and deeply anxious and sad about this?
If no, then you’re not looking at a 6.
The main way I experience and understand the 6 -> 3 line is “adopting fears that aren’t even my own”. For instance, other people brainwashed into me the fear of not graduating college because it looks bad and nobody will see me as a skilled, competent enough individual to hire. I adopted this conscious fear of looking like a loser (6 -> 3) as my own for a while before waking up and realizing I was attaching to the public’s fears around failure, instead of authentically being myself and defining success and failure by my own terms, my own values
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GLORY
pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader
summary: for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of god
genre: far cry five au, enemies to not-quite lovers, darker themes, villain au. tbh not really a ship fic </3
word count: 3.7k
warnings: heavy talk of religion, cults, cultish manipulation, dubious morality, use of guns, bad characters, haikyuu!! characters portrayed as villains, fake drugs, mentions of abuse, torture, injuries, implied noncon drug use and swearing
notes: i want to preface this by saying this is much darker than the content i normally write. it is not my normal content, and i am hopeful that i tagged everything properly; please tell me if i didn’t! also i dipped a bit into a character study of the main character’s fetch quest idea, in which you do all the work that other’s in game easily could! nonetheless, if you still wanna read—i hope you enjoy!
Hope’s County was a desolate piece of shit.
It was filled to the brim with cultists that seemed to think the Coming was approaching, in which the Lord would cast down those who did not repent for their sins. Truthfully, you weren’t even all that religious, but finding out about the self-proclaimed Sin family had turned you off to the idea even more, turning your back on the faith of a warped version of Christianity to instead focus on your job.
Called into the deteriorating county, you were a simple deputy—a rookie with barely a few years of work under your belt. You weren’t too keen on your police work, often finding the job as systematically fucked as the government officials that decided to turn a blind eye to the Sin family since the youngest of the bunch had more money to wave around than you did to pay your monthly rent.
“Rook,” an unfortunate nickname that’d stuck around against your protestations, your superior—Daichi was nice, if not a bit too optimistic—called out to you, waving you over to the map of Hope’s County, red marker furiously drawn all over, “you’re still new: y’remember what I told you about Suna?”
“Second oldest of the brothers, he’s considered the least of a threat due to the fact he’s often working in the Bliss fields.” You poke your head out the window a bit, eyes searching over the high reaching tops of ficus trees, “It’s not really known if he ingests the drug and experiences the hallucination of his followers, but it can be assumed that he doesn’t, to maintain the power over those that do.”
Daichi nods his approval at you, and you feel a flare of resentment somewhere deep in your belly. You try not to, really you do, you’re a good person who’s good at your job, and sometimes you go to church when it’s Easter, but in the same breath, you don’t remember the last time you’d ever even considered confessing your so-called sins to a Father.
The number one sin on your list, so Atsumu had taunted to you as he held a knife to your throat, was apparently Pride—too prideful of your supposed Savior of Hope’s County title you’d been given, pride thrummed in your veins after every member of his Father’s cult you wiped out. You don’t really remember what had happened after that, vaguely that his younger twin brother had to all but pry him off of you, reminding the blond of their Father’s purpose for you.
It was the only reason you were still alive, the Father’s so-called purpose for you—the fact he saw in his visions a future where you were a key piece, the final chess piece moving to keep a king in check. Even despite the list of sins Atsumu insisted that you followed, pride seemingly the one that harbored the most space in your person.
You, however, knew what your sin was. It flared red and angry whenever Daichi talked down to you as if your some odd years in the force were wiped clean, and you were a true rookie yet again, no smarter than a civilian to the dark ways the world worked. It made heat run through your body whenever Kita, the Father of the Sin family, called you his greatest masterpiece as if he had any say in the way you were slowly turning into a war machine—plowing through his followers with scary ease and accuracy.
Your greatest sin reared its head whenever you faced Suna, too laid back, too uncaring, and the antithesis of everything that you stood for.
Wrath, you learned, made your hands shake when he smiled at you, edges looping as if the Bliss he grew just poured from every pore of his body.
“Not that one can really want to ingest bliss,” Daichi murmurs into his palm a bit, leaning over his map of Hope’s County, “It’s more you get too close to it and the fumes of it will get you.”
Bliss was, just as the Sin family was, something you’d never even come close to encountering before. It was a drug that they’d found, or crossbred, and it had hallucinogenic effects on whoever inhaled the product it released.
Batches of it were found all over the county, but the root of the source was in Suna’s valley of the land, affectionately known as Heaven Valley by those who couldn’t remember the name, or didn’t try to. You’d seen more than one group of people in hazmat suits having to clear out fields of it, and just watching them made your head dip and spin with the would-be effects if you’d gone any closer than you already were.
Bush of full, green leaves with seemingly innocent white flowers on it, the plant itself was harmless, and yet when allowed to convert carbon dioxide, it made a lethal gas that made anyone who got too close go mad. It was said that the family had even begun experimenting with grinding it into a powder or melting it down to its liquid state.
“Bunch of fucking crazies,” You mutter the words to yourself long after you’d left the solace of Daichi’s office, somewhere out in the valley and far out of earshot of anyone that might wonder which group of people you were referring to—the ones producing cult members at a daily rate that was intensely concerning, or the ones trying to stop them, “God, I don’t get paid enough for this.”
“Hey, there, Dep, hope you’re tuned into my channel,” You could honestly groan, but you’re trying to make sure no one finds you on your perch in a tree somewhere, your 308 carbine’s scope not exactly focused on anything in particular, but at the ready. Suna’s voice is light and airy over the radio attached to your hip, though the sound is tuned to the earpiece you’re wearing, “Just wanted to let you know that ‘Tsumu’s missing you an awful lot. Says you left before he could have his fun, won’t stop pouting about it.”
You’re smarter than answering to a taunt that Suna sets out in front of you, and yet you can’t help but feel as if your lack of an answer is him winning. Maybe his so-called brother was right about the sin he’d tried carving into the flesh of your abdomen.
“You’d look real funny if I hadn’t picked up just now, Suna,” you whisper, eyes straying from the scope to the button that’s meant to be an answer to the other person on the line.
Suna’s laugh is a little grainy on the radio channel, but it’s not taunting like it usually is, joy written into the edges of his laugh, “And yet you’re on the other end of the line, answering me, dear Deputy. So who really looks funny in the end, hm?”
Fuck. The brunet had caught you, the lure of an unanswered challenge too much for you to pass up for your pride, a sin in and of itself. Maybe you should offer yourself up to Osamu and Atsumu again to get pride carved into your skin because apparently, your wrath wasn’t enough.
“Touché,” You start to climb down from the tree, slinging the gun over your shoulder as you huff into the receiver of the microphone. Your feet catch in the knots of the tree, and your hands start to blister a bit when you lose your footing, and yet Suna stays silent on the radio.
“Going silent on me, what was the point of the call—just to talk about your brother’s unfortunate hobbies with me?”
“Can’t a guy call out into the void and not expect someone to respond?” His smile is almost palpable over the radio call, however many times he flickers in and out of the call, “You’re always welcome to come visit my cabin, Dep.”
“Not in a million years,” feet now firmly planted on the ground, you have to right yourself a bit in orientation before you head towards the ATV you’d taken out to this part of the woods.
“I wouldn’t say that so definitely.”
Suna, of the Sin family, was often on the radio with you. He wasn’t always talking directly to you, no, sometimes he was just talking about idle parts of his day and there was a part of you that wondered if there was a part of him that just needed someone to talk to.
You always had to push the thoughts aside, however, tucking them somewhere deep into your chest so you wouldn’t sympathize with him. He was the cause for the murder of a multitude of people in Hope’s County, the root of the drug trade that went outside of the otherwise isolated county, and sometimes the despite it all, you sympathized with the man.
The Sin family was notorious in Hope’s County as not only being the leading members of the cult but because of their immigration status. Cast out of Japan in their early teens for following a faith so incorrectly, they found solace in the soil of a town in need of a direction, no matter how far off the beaten path it would take its members.
Kita Shinsuke, also known as the Father by those following their twisted version of Christianity, was the head of the operations. A prophet of fallacies or of forthcoming events, no one truly knew, and yet he claimed the words of God followed him in his sleep, that he couldn’t leave the Lord’s words unanswered.
The next of the group was often on his own, Ojiro Aran an isolated member of the family that preferred to stay in his section of the woods, away from the chaos that seemed to follow the youngest members of their little family. Ojiro was often known as the zookeeper, both for keeping the rowdy Osamu and Atsumu in line, while also because of his secondary role in the family—the trainer and breeder of wolves that were often used as indicators of one’s faith.
The Miya twins seemed to cause the most upfront issues for the Hope County Police Department, causing more than one silo to explode on the otherwise neutral farmlands. They seemed to have a flair for the dramatic, with their sins written on their bodies as if the Lord would accept their souls, rather than just their vessels. Sloth was scrawled across the younger of the two’s chest, with a matching Pride across the other’s, letters both a bit off-kilter.
The final member, of which enjoyed causing you, personally, the most trouble, was Suna Rintarou, genius beyond words and yet lazy beyond belief. For what he lacked in motivation, he made up for in creative and almost barbaric forms of punishment. His words were sharp around the edges, and yet they made everyone listen to the sermons he preached, like a moth drawn to the flame.
“My dear, sweet Rook, you seem to forget that this territory is mine,” you ignore the way he inflicts his claim on the land you’ve no right being on, and yet it sends something akin to fear down the lines of your spine, “You walk among these trees as if you’re hidden, and yet I always know where you are.”
“Sounds less like you know your territory,” you start, always willing to put up a fight with the brunet you’d not seen in at least a week, at this point, “and more like you’re stalking me—got a crush, Rintarou?”
“More like an infatuation,” his voice is just a purr, too velvety to just be jest, and yet there’s a part of you that knows you can’t trust a word this man says, “take what you want from that, darling, I’m not the one going to be thinking about it all night.”
Perhaps Atsumu had gotten your sin wrong, and perhaps there was a second option he’d never even considered—your human nature was multifaceted and ever-changing, and perhaps your sins were available in multitudes, rather than a singularity.
If he catches you again, you’d love to see his reaction to you saying you’d be willing to let him carve lust into your skin with his knife—love it even more if he asked who it was for.
Suna doesn’t say much more after that, just his usual spiel of the fact you need to atone for your sins, and that Osamu’s always willing to wash them from your skin in the river. You forget to mention your latest one isn’t one so easily erased from your skin, too deeply embedded in your bones, and you wear it like a second skin at this point.
That’s why you struggle, sometimes, against the Sin brothers and their outlandish claims of paradise meant for those who atone. You struggle because you know the weight of each sin you’ve ever committed—a book added to an already overflowing backpack of crimes against God.
Suna Rintarou, most of all, makes your blood simmer white-hot with unbridled rage—yet you’re not even sure why. It might be the lackadaisical smile that’s ever-present on his face, edges sloping and curving over his face as he taunts you, knives glinting in the sunlight of day. It might even be the way you want to press as close to him as possible, and run as far away from him as possible at the same time—ever the perfect contradiction, a paradox of which you’ve been unable to solve for your time at Hope’s County.
Perhaps the Sin family is right in the unmaking of the world, but your only proof is that God smites you by making Suna one of the most undeniably attractive men you’ve ever met.
Confident in a way that carries in the gait of his walk, and the way his shoulders settle on his frame, Suna knows that he’s got his claws deep in your skin—gripping you to keep you at a distance, and yet not letting you get any further away from him. As if you’d let him get away, your hands would be wrapped around the column of his neck—intent to kill or to offer pleasure, you’d just have to decide when the time came.
“Howdy, stranger.”
These woods must twist your sense of mind, pushing and pulling at the seams of your existence and the fabric that makes the foundation of your realities—the air must be contaminated. You’re not where you thought you were going: you’d been headed towards the Miyas’ territory with the sole purpose of destroying the sin of wrath that had been crawling its way up your throat, trying to escape at any chance.
Yet, you’ve ended up in Heaven’s Valley, and straight into Suna’s hand.
He stands before you, hands tucked into a pair of dark beige cargo pants with a loose leather vest as his only top, smooth skin covered in scars and tattoos on full display. For all that Atsumu spewed of repenting for your sins, confessions meant to be curled into skin with a blade, you had to admit that he was one hell of a tattoo artist.
Suna’s tattoos were unlike the harsh angles of Osamu’s, forgoing the looping script of the English language for the smooth strokes of Japanese. It was a harsh juxtaposition to the jagged letters of ‘greed’ splayed across the expanse of his lower belly, the bottom of the ‘g’ dipping underneath the waistband of his pants.
“Rintarou, what a surprise.” Your words slur a bit at the edges, and you’re not sure if it’s just from stepping into his land or being in his presence, but there’s a sinking feeling in your gut that Bliss dances in your system, “Can’t say I’m disappointed to see you.”
“How honest, sweet one,” his smile resembles a wolf, you come to the conclusion because despite the Sin family being described as a pack of foxes, there’s a carnal look in his eyes as he stares at you, “I like when you’re honest with me.”
“I like when you don’t shoot me on sight,” you vaguely remember a pistol at your hip, your carbine left behind in favor of a shotgun, “makes our little talks seem more personal.”
His laugh is clear, a bell in the fog that is your mind, “Do I often shoot at you, sweet one, for I believe it’s you that shoots first.”
“Mm,” you let your eyes flicker to his before you feel a crease form between your brows, “you still shoot back.”
“I never let a favor go unpaid, darling.” He’s closer to you now, a hand sliding along the curve of your arm, before resting just above your pulse point. His hand is warm, opposite of the cooling night air, “Yet you’ve done a favor for me I’ve not yet given anything in return for.”
“What?”
Your confusion is palpable even without your verbal input because Suna’s thumb is smoothing it away from your brow with his free hand. His eyes are darker now with the sun down, only the moonlight illuminating the outline of his face and there’s something about the sight that makes your skin rise, goosebumps lining your arms.
“Deputy,” the moniker is like a velvety purr against the exposed skin of your nape, “I’m a bit hurt that you don’t remember our very first meeting. It holds such a sweet spot in my heart, so for you to forget it cuts me deep to my core.”
You wrack your brain trying to remember the first time you’d met Suna, all those days ago at the beginning of the summer, when you’d been unscarred and unafraid of your allegiances. There was still a hopeful part of you, then, that had been so sure you could be the savior of these people.
“I don’t…” your voice trails off as you watch Suna walk back in front of you, his face calm as you worry at your bottom lip.
“Of course not,” a knife flickers in his hand, the silver blade gleaming in the pale light of the moon, “you were much too blissed out to remember, but there was information you provided that proved most useful.”
His hands trail along your arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake as you lean closer to him, drawn in as if connected by an invisible string. Suna’s leaned in closer now, close enough that you can feel his exhales fanning across your face gently; can see when his eyes flicker and dance on the lines of your features.
“Pretty little thing, too pretty to be fighting a war you never signed up for,” he muses softly as the back of his hand eases across your cheek, “my darling deputy, you told me you wished for an escape from the pressures, the responsibilities that the locals had forced upon you. You are but a single piece, yet you’re burdened with the work of a hundred pawns.”
You take a shuddering breath in, and you let the tension leave your body that had settled along the weight of your shoulders as soon as Suna let his presence be known. You let the need to shoot him rest, because despite this man being the suffering and cause of so many downfalls—he understood.
He understood your wrath, the feeling of it tingling in your fingertips whenever Daichi asked you to do a job that could easily be done by someone else. You were just a person who’d stumbled into Hope’s County at a precipice of change—down on your luck and thrust into a job and title that made you feel like an imposter. He knew your fists clenched whenever another civilian came to you, begging you to save their farm when indeed, it would do nothing in the end for the resistance.
Maybe he knew that underneath every mundane task that you helped others with, there was a vexation that ran along the lengths of your body at their inability to do things on their own. You loved the citizens of this county, you swore to protect them when you became a member of the police force, and yet an undeniable thrum of rage would flood your body when they leaned on you more than the other members of the resistance.
How lovely it was that someone else understood you, even if it was Suna Rintarou.
Why were you fighting them so hard? Your mind supplies this thought too easily, like shrugging on a hoodie on a cold night, and it flits around your brain and fills in the empty spaces that Suna keeps tearing in your psyche.
You remember the end of the sermon that Kita had spoken when you first went to arrest him, all those months ago when the summer was licking at spring’s heels. He’d been haloed in the rays of the evening sun that filtered into the partially broken down church, hands spread with a rosary wrapped tightly against his left hand.
“For all have sinned,” he had spoken softly, eyes locking with yours as soon as the doors opened, and you felt panic strike you still, Daichi pressing on your shoulder to make you continue walking, “and fall short of the glory of God.”
If you were a sinner already falling from His good graces, why not enter hell with a list of sins that made the Devil take a breath in? Were you not already marked for damnation—what good would siding with Suna Rintarou and his family of fucked up prophets do for you?
“Rintarou,” his name leaves your mouth breathlessly, “if I’m going to hell, I’m going to drag you and your family with me.”
His eyes flash with something you can’t quite place your finger on, and yet the feeling it gives you runs along your spine with a chill, “You’re making a mistake. My family and I will find you, no matter where you are, and no matter what trouble you kick up.”
You press a kiss along the curve of his jaw, not missing the way his hands clench at his sides, “Then come catch me.”
There’s a part of you that hates that Atsumu was right because pride sinks into your bones with the fact that you leave with the last word. The last laugh is yours as you leave Suna in the dust of your exit, not knowing if there was another way it could have ended, if you’d just taken the hand he’d extended to you.
t.list — @nekomabvc
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if you are still accepting questions for the directors cut game, I would love to ask a little about chapter 41 of nostalgia! i ADORE that chapter bc of how much of it ties back to ivars very first pov. feeling lonely and incomplete was something he like actually kidnapped someone to avoid confronting at the start of the story, so having him pour it all out to the priestess (with no guarantee of her staying!!) right before she tells him she’s staying is such a beautiful, full-circle moment.
what do you think it was that got ivar in such an honest/sentimental mood that morning? do you think that outpouring was what really spurred her to tell him specifically that morning? and thank you so much for doing these and giving such deep answers!! they’ve been such a joy to read today!
Hello lovely! Of course I am taking these! Fyi, if you ever have any questions like these, don’t hesitate to ask, this game is so fun! Consider it a permanent game in this blog lol
And ooh, good question! Chapter 41 is one of my favorites too, for the same reason as you! Thrá continues to be one of my favorites Ivar PoVs I’ve written, and both this chapter and Hjarta deal with that so I love them as well.
So, as always, the answer is under the cut :)
Come ask me some insight about my works!
Okay, so a thing that I regret not going a little bit more into (but that I will in Dagblik, the next Ivar’s PoV) is how much it affected him to know the Greeks are alive. Past that initial argument about it, and what followed immediately after, Ivar was still feeling like the wind was knocked out of him well into Chapter 41. Like I annoyingly repeat within this story and its PoVs, Ivar needs certainties, he’d rather hold on to a painful certainty (that she will leave him) instead of having nothing to hold on to; and knowing the Greeks are alive (and that she could leave with them at anytime, since Stithulf didn’t actually kill them, the pull of revenge is less because the majority of her people are still alive, and so the deal isn’t actually a deal anymore, but a death sentence for Ivar) just takes everything away from him.
Ivar did something that felt cowardly, that went against his own desires and the promises he made, to keep his wife with him one more winter by letting Stithulf go. He basically prayed for one more winter in Atfǫr, promising that after having that winter with her he would be capable of facing spring, to face her leaving him (lies, but ok). But when he comes home she tells him the Greeks are alive and have already met with her (Ivar knowing about her leaving Kattegat to meet with them that day is another can of worms that I won’t get into now, but it fucks with his head, a lot), so no matter what he does, no matter how much he fights and whatever plan he comes up with, he loses her. He loses her not when he’s ready to, or when he can prepare himself to lose her, no, he loses her whenever she chooses to leave him, whenever the Greeks demand her back.
This is all to go here: Ivar was the one mourning in Chapter 40. The Reader has a flashback on how Sieghild tells her that a Viking tradition when someone dies is to drink (a lot, to the point of death in some recorded cases, in this manic search for numbness from the pain); yet the Reader mentions how it doesn’t feel like mourning what she is doing, she doesn’t feel an ounce of grief for the woman she leaves behind by accepting she wants to stay. Still, the flashback is there, and I kinda just left it out for interpretation why it was there in the first place. But it was there because Ivar was the one mourning a loss, because to him he had already lost (whatever he does, if she chooses to leave he loses her, either because she up and leaves for Greece, because keeping her in chains brings out a side of her that he made her queen of fucking Kattegat to avoid facing, or because he kills her or she kills herself before being a Varangian’s prisoner). So, his noggin is not in the best place during those two weeks, and it kinda ends up in this drunk Ivar that lets himself forget. He admits it a few times, I think most of all in Ch38, how he can forget that he is going to lose her, and that in those moments he is happy. That night is one of those nights, for most of the night he is touchy, he is a happier side of his drunk self (we have seen how he can be sulky when drunk both in canon and in Ch21 lol), except for that little moment where the facade kinda slips when he tells her about letting Stithulf go.
That night in Chapter 40, directly before the chapter you asked about (I’m so sorry it’s taking me this long to get to the point lol), he recalls their interaction in Kenna where she gets drunk and (with that chapter happening way before they admit their feelings in Ch31) makes Ivar’s brain shortcircuit by whispering that she is happy with him and almost kissing him but not quite. She admitted that night to being happy in Kattegat, being happy with him, and that night in Chapter 40 he goes back to it, asking for reassurance that she is still happy there with him, and initially intending to tell her that she makes him happy too but then she adds an ‘I love you, Ivar’ for good measure and turns his brain into mush, so the conversation goes elsewhere.
This all carries into Chapter 41, where from his perspective, still riding that (inevitably painful at the end) high of letting himself forget, he wakes up to those soft touches he speaks of craving both in this chapter and in Thrá, he lingers in this little world in between worlds of the morning with her where there’s nothing past the two of them, no choices, no Greeks, no nothing. And he intends to tell her that she makes him happy, because this idiot has always and will always share everything.
To sum him up, a meme (I found a screenshot of a tumblr post on pinterest, I have no source for this but it aint mine):
me: i’m a very private person
someone: hi
me: so i’ll start by describing some of my lighter traumas before i get into the real bad stuff
You cannot tell me that is not Ivar, especially when it comes to someone he is into, both in canon and in every story I write.
So, like she says, he gives away secrets and parts of himself like someone trying to hold on to a handful of sand, like he can’t stop it. And he can’t, really. And so he wants to tell her she makes him happy, because she does and he intended to tell her the night before, but then, because a) it’s Ivar, and b) this morning is a morning when he lets himself forget (like I said, Ivar was gutpunched by the revelation of the Greeks being alive, and he was different during those two weeks between her telling him and Galla coming to Kattegat to force her to make a choice, she even admits to missing him at times, because he no longer accepts her affection so easily, or is so freely around her, because in his head there’s too often the ‘this will end, you will lose this, she will be gone, and either enjoy this/her now or prepare yourself to lose this/her by stepping back’; but in that morning he is softer, he lets himself forget and just shares in Ivar fashion what she means to him.
I do not think it was what made her want to tell him, even without that converstion she would have told him that morning/day, since before she even wakes him up he even wakes up she is basking in this giddiness of being allowed to keep this; but both his words from the previous night (him reminding her of what she told him once, of how if you name things you make them real, when he not-so-subtly asks her to tell him more often that she loves him) and this moment of vulnerability, this moment when she truly has Ivar, moreso than she has had him in those last few weeks, makes her have the courage to claim this thing she hasn’t yet named (except towards Freydis in Ch39) and making it real by telling him of her choice.
So yeah, I hope this answer was to your liking! If there’s anything that you want me to explain further, or I didn’t get the question right, or anything, don’t hesitate to shoot another ask! I love answering these, I am still amazed people care enough about this mess of a story to have such questions!
Thank you so so much for asking, and for your kind words! Sending you my love, sweetheart!
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trauma. ch3 - it could’ve been anyone.
The more Jiwon avoids getting involved, the more he’s captured by the woman he considered just a bubbly hoobae.
characters. Eun Jiwon x Sandara Park
warnings. swearing
a.n. I’ve been working on this chapter as soon as I finished posting the previous one and I seriously had too much going on so I heavily edited it to make it more manageable.
Thanks to another poll on twitter I finally decided the title for this chapter!
“it could’ve been anyone” was the most popular choice.
chapter 3, it could’ve been anyone.
[dara pov]
The tent bar in the distance started blurring out, my vision started to spin before my very eyes. I tried hard to walk straight in front of me, in the attempt to reach Jiwon-oppa who was distanced himself to have a call with my phone.
“P-please don’t call Wonjun-ssi…”. I pleaded him, tugging the fabric on his sleeve to catch his attention.
“Wonjun-ssi? Who is he?”.
“M-mana-".
“Is he your manager?”.
“N-ne..my manager-nim… I’ll be in t-trouble and I don’t want to bother him, it’s late”.
He glanced at me, furrowing his brows. It felt as if he was debating whether to help me hide this unscheduled night outing or just call Wonjun-ssi and get over it.
Lately I started to avoid riding the company’s car, I had proof they monitored me 24/7 and it bothered me so much. I was already locked up in my flat and having them control my every movement just made me feel suffocated.
“I’ll call a cab for you then, is that okay?”.
My heart overflowed with gratitude; I couldn’t believe he’d accept to do that so readily, even going to the lengths of calling himself when I could’ve done that myself.
oppa is so kind...
He probably felt pity for me, knowing how much my manager would scold me for bothering him at this hour because I was drunk.
i’m such a bad girl huhu~
sneaking out from wonjun-ssi kekeke~
chaerin-ah, look out for the new gizibe in town!
I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus on Jiwon-oppa’s figure.
“Yes, we’re in the street in front of the market”. He gave instructions on the phone.
why is everything moving in front of me?
I could swear I was standing perfectly still but, If I closed my eyes, I’d be almost sure to be the passenger on a rocky boat ride.
“A-ah!”. I tripped onto seemingly nothing and crashed against Jiwon-oppa, who immediately held onto me.
My face slammed onto his chest; I couldn’t help but inhale the musky cologne he wore, as I buried my face in his hoodie.
♥ kung kung kung kung kung kung ♥
His heart beat incredibly fast, I could hear it pounding in my ears. Anything else muted as I focused on the sound hammering in his chest.
omo? what am I doing?
why am I being like this?
i shouldn’t fall for him
don't fall for him dara.
just don’t.
I swallowed up, the soju still intoxicating my body. I knew that the liquor gave me the courage I honestly didn’t want to possess.
I hated falling so hard for him when he didn’t even look at me.
I hated the fact that he gave me courage.
don't be a fool.
The guilt I felt for making him feel uncomfortable because of my stupid feelings. But then again, why did he invite me out if he wanted to avoid me so bad?
What if he was yet another man to play with my innocence?
Guilt, sadness, rage and soju mixed up inside my stomach, coming out of my mouth as incomprehensible murmurs as I tugged on his hoodie.
I’m so foolish, please forgive me.
I’m so foolish for falling for someone who doesn’t even look at me.
“I-I’m sorry Jiwon-oppa…”. The words I locked deep down came out as I thought of them.
“W-what do you mean?”. His husky voice lurked in my ears because of our bodies being so close together.
“I’m sorry for liking you this much”.
My entire being was invested in discomfort, dizzy and dazed, my mouth moved by itself.
“I-If you don’t like me back just say it!”. I tried screaming at the top of my lungs, but the dryness in my throat prevented me from doing so. A croaky whisper came out of my lips instead, as I buried my face in his clothes even deeper, to hide my tears.
“I…”.
I slammed my fist onto his chest, one time, two times, stronger after every attempt; he did not move an inch.
“D-DON’T PLAY ME, JUST BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!”.
My fist flew in the air once again, ready to hit him out of frustration, but he swiftly blocked my arm with his right hand, holding my wrist firmly.
“w-why’d you bother me if you don’t want me...?”. I muttered under my breath.
“Stop it”.
I looked up at him, trying to find his face in the blurry mess I saw through my eyes.
“y-you s-stop playing with me…”.
My pleading was blocked by the urge to cry, tears were already spilling from my eyes, not matter how hard I tried to keep them locked away.
“That’s not it”. He stated, still holding my arm.
“THEN WHY, S-STUPID EUN CHODING! WHY WOULD-“.
Jiwon-oppa suddenly let go of my hand, pulling me into a tight embrace instead.
I could hear it again, his heart pounding like crazy, even if he looked perfectly calm.
“m-mwo…?”.
He rested his chin onto my head, caressing my back slowly, like a father that is trying to calm down his own kid.
“I’m not”. He repeated.
I broke the embrace and stepped back, still uncertain of his sincerity.
He stepped towards me, slowly, before looking away for a second and biting his lips.
what is he doing?
His hand gently cupped my cheek, his gaze slowly moving from my eyes to my scrubbed lips.
No matter how chilly that night was, his skin against mine felt feverish.
He bent down slightly, never diverting his gaze from me. His face became closer and closer towards me, I could feel his slow breathing.
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[jiwon pov]
~ H O N K ~
The taxi driver honked, startling Sandara, who stepped back with her wobbly legs.
way to ruin the moment, huh?
It was fascinating how that girl made me lose control over my actions.
first, she makes me flee from the studio and then she brings me to kiss her when really, I wanted to reject her?
this girl is really something else.
I was debating myself whether it was the soju in my bloodstream moving my body or the hormones. Deep down I knew those were just petty excuses.
No matter how lonely and drunk I was, I never managed to do those sorts of things, even when beautiful women tempted me. I just couldn’t.
All I could see was Sooyeon’s face. Even quickly peeking at other women made me feel unfaithful, even after years and years had passed from our divorce, the moment our love withered.
That was the first time the memory I had of her didn’t interrupt me from getting closer to another women.
no way.
i'm fucking tipsy.
It may have been for the best. It would’ve been wrong to do anything since she was so wasted, I didn’t want to take advantage of Dara in that way.
I shook my head and walked towards the car while the driver slowly rolled down his window. Dara closely followed me, stumbling on her feet.
“Ok so this is the address-…”.
I instructed the taxi driver to take care of her until she arrived home safely, he nodded after I handed him a decent amount of money for the ride, he really couldn’t hide the joy on his face as soon as he reached for the bills.
“T-thank you… -“. Dara mumbled, looking at me with watery eyes.
“I trust you to go back home safely, can you do that?”.
“N-ne oppa”.
“Take care”.
The driver got out of the taxi to help her get into the backseat as I waved them goodbye. It was for the best, separating prevented me from doing anything I could regret tomorrow morning.
was I really going to kiss her?
what's gotten into me?
i must be crazy.
With the task at hand handled I started walking the other direction, wondering what time I’d be home.
I knew I had another day of recording ahead of me and drinking and smoking weren’t exactly the best preparations for that, added to the fact I was still in the centre of Seoul, 30 minutes away from my apartment.
I sighed as I headed towards the main street; I could stop a taxi from the side of the road because calling one wasn’t a choice. My phone was dead, that’s why I lent dara’s to call her a cab.
~ parararing parararing ~
“What?”.
I reached inside the pocket of my coat, grabbing the phone that was vibrating in it.
Manager-nim ~
7 missed calls.
this must be Dara’s phone.
sandara's phone.
ack- what a fool, I haven’t returned it yet.
“Aish- how could I forget that?!”. I panicked on the spot.
I was so focused calming her down that I totally forgot to give her back the phone.
I rushed back, hoping with all my being for the cab to still be there.
“AAAAAAAAH!”.
A terrorizing scream almost made me shit in my pants, stopping me in my tracks.
“What the hell is going on today?”. I thought to myself.
“STOP IT!”.
I quickly scanned the street for the source of noise, the sidewalk was deserted, all I could see were two figures in the distance.
oh no.
“DON’T TOUCH ME YOU PIG”.
It was Dara who was struggling, trying to take the driver’s disgusting hands off of her with all of her force.
I immediately bolted towards the piece of shit, my blood boiling with rage as I witnessed him wrapping his arms around her small figure.
“SON OF A BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?!”.
“I-I didn’t do a thing��. He excused himself, removing his claws from the poor girl after seeing me come back with such speed.
“PERVERT!”.
I was ready to make the fool spit his own blood, ignoring all of the consequences that would’ve come with that but Dara stepped back as soon as he released his grip on her body and slapped him so hard that the sound reverberated in all of the plaza, leaving a red mark on his cheek.
yeah.
i should remind myself not to make her angry.
The driver fell on his ass, his face badly distorted by the pain.
Shocked by the whole situation the coward crawled to his seat, starting the engine of his car and quickly leaving the scene, still holding his cheek in pain.
“GET LOST YOU BASTARD!”. I yelled like a crazy person, in the middle of the road, as the car drove away.
I turned my attention back to Dara, her body trembled as she hugged herself.
how could I leave her alone with that dirty ajhussi?
how could I do that?
I felt sorry for letting her go so easily, for letting her become a prey of the night. Had she been assaulted? Had she been molested? I wouldn’t had forgiven myself for being so reckless.
Dara dropped to the floor, crying her eyes out. Her sobbing only increased the guilt I felt.
“W-why do I always have to be men’s prey?...” she sniffled, uselessly trying to dry the tears that were cascading down her face.
She probably experienced that kind of harassment quite often. I could see why wolves would prey on such an innocent bunny. The fact she wasn’t great at drinking being another reason why she probably looked so appetizing to those animals.
had I payed attention…
had I been more careful.
i’ll become a lion and protect you.
no.
It’s not my business.
but it’s my fault…
I knelt to the ground to approach her, hesitating in patting her back. I sucked at comforting people.
I couldn’t believe I almost gave her away to a dirty bastard. I couldn’t forgive myself after seeing her break down like that.
“A-are you okay?!”.
She ignored my questions and rubbed her eyes only to get back up, wobbling towards the bus stop.
what is she trying to do?
“Hold up, I’ll call another taxi”.
“D-don’t, oppa”. Her voice was still so croaky for crying so much, both times being my fault.
“W-wait!”. I yelled, following her as she stumbled around.
She tripped on her feet, landing on her ass.
“I’ll go call another taxi, stay here, ok?”. I signaled her to stay where she was with my hand while I walked the opposite way.
She simply nodded.
I rushed to the main street, hoping that she’d be okay for the few seconds I felt her alone. A taxi approached me as I called one at the end of the sidewalk.
I instructed the cab driver to drive into the inner venue as he stopped his car near me to listen.
I then sprinted back to Dara, who was still sitting in the same spot I left her. I heaved a sigh of relief as she wasn’t kidnapped in that small window of time I didn’t check up on her.
“Come on up, grab my hand”. She extended her arm and grasped my palm, helping herself stand up again.
“What if it happens again?”, she whispered in my ear.
“That won’t happen”.
“H-how can you be so sure?”.
She looked at me with her swollen eyes.
“Because I’ll be right here”.
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I kept attentive all the way, I couldn’t let any other accident happen. I was focused on the road, making sure we were going in the right direction when her head dropped on my shoulder suddenly.
I turned to look at her who fell asleep peacefully. I couldn’t wrap my head around how pretty she looked in such a vulnerable state. People usually look their worst when sleeping. The night lights illuminated her small and delicate face.
I spent the entire way trying to stay perfectly still, not to interfere with her nap, no matter how incredibly uncomfortable I felt in that position. That was the least I could do for her after making her experience such a terrible night.
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A couple of turns and I saw the arcade on my left; that was the sign we were near her flat.
I looked back at her, it was so hard to bring myself to interrupt her serene slumber.
“…hey…we’re here”, I gently whispered while tapping on her shoulder to help her wake up.
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The condo she lived in was a tall building, certainly fit to a celebrity. I lived in a similar structure too.
I fished out the keys out of her bag and opened the gate to the building, she held my arm tightly, trying hard to walk at my speed.
A tall guard stood by the door. He glared at me as he recognized Dara by my side.
The lobby looked like the entrance of a hotel: it wasn’t pretentious or decorated with statues and gold chandeliers, however I could tell each and every piece of furniture was very expensive. How? Just trust me.
If I leave her here, she’d be capable to sleep in the hallway.
She barely stood up by herself, i just couldn’t shake the guilt out of my body. I needed to take her to her bed myself. I wasn’t going to leave her alone again.
“32th floor”. She mumbled as we got into the elevator.
She kept resting her head on the wall; I could tell how exhausted she was. It was a miracle she was still standing on her own two feet. Or kind of.
The floor we landed on had a long-ass beige carpet running all through the hallway. I looked around, not sure If we were in an actual hotel or something.
my condo doesn’t look as nice as this tho.
Dara pointed at the last door on the right. She was so tired she barely opened her mouth since we hopped on the taxi.
I opened the door to her flat with the keys still in my hands.
She crawled inside, only to flop onto the floor. Carefully removing my shoes, I entered the apartment too, remembering to lock the door after me.
An herbal smell filled my nose, she probably had an aroma diffuser somewhere in the living room.
maybe I should get one too.
I turned on the lampstand beside her couch and helped her take off her sneakers, they were those kicks GD customized.
they sure are close, without a doubt.
I quietly looked around; somehow the interior of her flat perfectly suited dara’s bubbly personality. There were many cute displays and colorful frames all over the walls.
~ meeeow ~
A cat approached me, it looked more like a miniature tiger.
“You must be… what was your name again?”.
I paused, scratching my head and trying hard to remember her pet’s name.
“Dadoong-i? Was it Dadoong-i?”.
I knelt to the ground to scratch his head as he kept circling my leg, purring and meowing.
“I stole your owner for a couple of hours, aren’t you mad at me?”.
He kept purring, ignoring the conversation I was trying to have with him.
“You don’t understand me, right? It’s okay”. I chuckled by myself.
I knew it was incredibly rude of me to explore her house without her consent, but I couldn’t restrain myself from giving in to the curiosity.
What struck me the most was the presence of multiple frames which contained old photos of 2NE1. I could recognize some of the live performances they were taken at. I remember bumping into them on music show back in the day, when I still used to do the MC.
she probably misses those days.
“S-so hot…”. I heard her whining and turned my attention towards her. She was removing her jacket; the warmth of the alcohol probably giving her a hard time.
“Let me help you”.
I grabbed her jacket and laid it onto the side of her couch.
I looked back at her as she struggled to remove her sweater, the shirt underneath stuck to it revealed her fit belly and chest.
“W-WAIT!”. I stuttered, covering my eyes to give her privacy.
“I’m still here- don’t remove all of your clothes yet!”. I reminded her before she could actually strip.
She crawled towards me and started tugging on the sleeve of my coat. “… p-please bring me clothes”.
“E-eh? How am I supposed to find those?!”.
She slumped back onto the floor, ignoring my questions.
Resigned at my caretaker role I opened various doors in search for her bedroom or closet.
bingo.
I quietly entered the bedroom and scanned it thoroughly to find her dresser. I couldn’t help but notice the rabbit plushie laid on her bed.
“What was his name again?”.
I remembered from watching a couple 2NE1TV episodes on the tv back in the day, that bunny plushie was Dara’s favorite one.
I started opening every drawer one by one until I stumbled on some cute pink panties with a cartoon hippo on the front.
“Cute…”, I giggled.
I opened the next one only to find some red lace panties.
“U-urgh...”.
I felt my cheeks become red like tomatoes. I closed shut the drawer and brought my hands to my face to contain my embarrassment.
“W-what am I doing?”. I mumbled.
she’s a grown-ass woman, it shouldn’t be surprising if she wore stuff like this. right?!
does she wear this on a daily basis or for special occasions?
can it be that she-…?
I removed the coat and hoodie I wore as I felt sweat dribble from my forehead, my body was getting hot at those less than holy thoughts.
whoo.
what am I thinking?
I resumed my mission and opened the next drawer to find a bunch of t-shirts folded up neatly. I took a random one and immediately rushed back to the living room.
She extended her arm to grab the shirt.
“P-please turn around …".
I quickly faced the wall to give her the privacy to undress. I could hear her fumbling with her hoodie, her bracelets clinking as they touched the ground while she was removing her clothes sitting on the floor.
“Are you okay?”- I slowly turned around, still covering my face with my palms.
With the corner of my eyes I noticed the sexy line running down her slim back, as she was inserting her head in the large white tee I threw her a couple of seconds before.
I swallowed my saliva and shook my head to remove those thoughts from my head. It wasn’t right for me to have those kinds of thoughts. I was just tipsy. That was all.
“Are you good?”. I faced her again
She started shivering while staring at the slightly open window; the curtain was flowing because of the small breeze that the small gap let in.
I got up and calmly walked towards the window, closing it after checking the view of Seoul’s night that was hidden behind the white curtain.
so that’s what she admires every night before going to sleep…
“I shall go then-“. I hurriedly tried to get to the door.
“p-please…”.
She tugged on the leg on my pants, signaling to stay.
Taking care of others when they were drunk wasn’t my forte, it was usually the other way around. I was the heavy drinker of the bunch. I refused to take on the role of the sober friend who takes everyone home. It wasn’t my style at all.
what am I going to do?
The guilt for the taxi driver accident motivated me enough to stay and take care of her. I felt like it was all my fault: the sudden date, her getting too drunk, the disgusting pig driver. It was only right to check up on her for a while but part of me wanted to run out of the door as soon as possible.
i’m a wolf too.
this sudden urge to put my claws around you…
aren’t you scared?
can I really take care of you?
Dara kept shivering; her small figure trembled under the dim lampshade light.
I rushed to her room again, keeping my feet light not to disturb her, and grabbed the blanket at the end of her bed, kidnapping the bunny plushie in the process too.
Meanwhile, she climbed on the leather couch, struggling a bit. She curled up as I put the blanket over her. I decided to place the rabbit by her side, which she immediately hugged.
A slight smile appeared on her face as she snuggled up in her new sleeping spot. I sat at the end of the couch, right beside her. I couldn’t help but stare at the sleeping beauty, expecting her to come up with some ugly expression.
It was unreal, she was indeed too pretty to be sleeping so peacefully after drinking so many glasses of soju.
I peeked out of the window, wondering what I was going to do.
Was I supposed to spend the night there to look after her? Did I need to cook some hungover soup? We were barely friends, yet I entered her house. Wasn’t that so inappropriate?
I thought of Suwon, Jaeduck and Jaijin’s faces and immediately wanted to smash them for putting me in such a hard spot. They were the masterminds of that disastrous night.
fucking idiots.
It suddenly struck me.
“I don’t really like drinking”.
She mentioned it that day we ate tteobokki together on our YouTube date. I felt so dumb for remembering that statement a little too late.
she could’ve stopped me tho.
She never once refused a drink I poured her.
impossible.
can it be?
“Dara-yah, you didn’t have to do that…”.
I moved a rogue strand of hair that was dangling in front of her face out of the way, admiring how incredibly tranquil her expression was.
It looked as if she had no problems in the world.
That’s what I used to think before that night. A bubbly and carefree girl.
Who knew that a couple of drops of soju were able to unlock her worries and unexplored thoughts? In a night I had discovered the same things others found out in a year. She was a reserved person, just like me.
That night she made me hop a rollercoaster of mixed emotions.
what is even this girl?
I thought I had figured her out already.
She was just a talented hoobae, nothing more nothing less. I told myself not to get involved but there I was.
In her flat.
I brought both of my hand to my face, trying to make out the situation I was in.
“Ayt...”.
A deep sigh left my mouth, yet again.
i’m here just because she’s drunk.
what kind of man leaves a poor girl drunk on the streets?
It’s because she’s a girl, not because she’s dara.
of course. that’s why I’m here.
i’m not a heartless bastard.
It could’ve been anyone.
“Stop playing with me!”.
I could not remove her cries and pleading from my head. That’s why I wanted to avoid her in the first place. Not to disappoint her. I blamed those three pricks for trapping me in that situation.
She was begging me not to play with her feelings and yet I was so close to kissing her, even if I my purpose all night was to reject her.
really...what had gotten into me?
maybe i’m a bastard after all.
[...]
A ray of light shyly invaded the darkness of the living room, hitting my eyes.
I woke up, startled.
i must’ve passed out on the couch.
I rubbed my eyes, refusing to believe I had spent the entire night at my hoobae’s place.
fuck. what time is it?
I turned to my left; Dara was still sleeping peacefully.
I still had a hard time believing that the same girl who was yelling at me the night before was the same one sleeping so peacefully on the couch.
Ack-
The hangover was always the worst part of every drinking experience. My head felt a thousand pounds heavier just resting on my shoulder.
~ bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzz ~
The loud buzzing of the doorbell ringed in my head like a tennis balls bouncing in an empty room.
I stood up and dragged my whole body to the entrance.
“DARA-SSI DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE CALLED YOU? HOW COME YOU DIDN’T REPLY TO NONE OF MY CALLS-…”.
huh?
A man appeared right behind the door, his brows furrowed, creating a multitude of wrinkles on his forehead.
“And who the hell are you?!”. He shouted, expecting someone else to open the door.
I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, not wanting his yells to wake up the hungover girl still sleeping on the couch.
“Why the hell are you yelling at this hour of the day?”. I whined while checking if the hallway was empty, pretty annoyed by his sudden presence.
“I’m her manager. What are you doing in her apartment?!”.
I tilted my head at the man, who kept stomping his feet. Everything sounded muffled, as if a mine had just exploded right beside me. His words came out of my ears without being registered.
“W-what are you talking about all of a sudden?”. I blurted out.
He ignored me and proceeded to quietly opened the door; probably spying on the inside of the flat only to find Dara passed out on the couch.
“What have you done to her?”. He struck me again with a fulminating gaze but all I could do was raise my eyebrow, ignoring his banters.
He got closer to me, probably sniffing my stink of alcohol mixed with Dara’s scent, it was so strong I could smell it too.
“I KNEW IT! YOU DISGUSTING ANIMALS ALWAYS LURE HER LIKE THIS!”.
“What-“.
He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and slammed me against the door with full force.
“YOU’RE A DISGUSTING ANIMAL, LEAVE HER BE”.
“I BROUGHT HER HERE SAFELY, WHAT NON-SENSE ARE YOU SPOUTING?!”. – I defended myself.
“YOU BROUGHT HER HERE TO SATISFY YOUR DISGUSTING EGO”. The dude clenched his teeth, as the rage inside him boiled up to the limit.
“I BROUGHT HER HERE BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T WANT TO CALL YOU!”.
He slowly released his grip.
His eyes opening wide at the sudden revelation.
“W-what?”.
A look of disbelief appeared on his face as he stepped back from me.
“That’s right, why are you getting so worked up for?”.
He remained silent, still processing the information I gave him.
“Why do you care about her private life so much, anyway? Just focus on your work”.
I rolled my eyes at him, who felt betrayed by his own confidence.
“Tsk- Stay away from her”.
He shoved me aside, with his hand, making me crash against the wall on the other side.
this bastard-
He didn’t lose a second and quickly got inside the flat, locking me out of it.
this did not just happen.
for fuck’s sake.
“MY JACKET YOU BASTARD!”.
I smashed my fist onto the door repeatedly, the blood going to my head.
I dropped onto the ground as the door opened and smashed against my nose.
My coat and hoodie were thrown away out of the door.
“NOW GET LOST!”.
His annoying voice came out from behind the door before closing shut again.
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p.s. this chapter is so short compared to the other ones because of me being indecisive over the plot. because of uni i’m hella busy but i’ll try to update as much as I can. thank you for being so patient, kind and also interested in my work! It’s not much but it’s fun to create something that can be enjoyable for all of you dara/jiwon/darawon stans ~
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Unpredictable (pt 9)
ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 6 Underground
ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Four/Billy // Eight/???
ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Four/Billy x male!Oc
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8: Guilt
ꜱᴏɴɢ: Weightless - All time low
𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!
AN: Pic isn’t mine, sorry this took so long (again), have fun!!
The atmosphere was tensed. Everyone was holding their breath. Whoever would walk through the door was either going to be Eights death or dead.
Sadly, they all knew her name.
"Dad?"
It was Amanda, the beautiful young girl Eight called his girlfriend.
"Are you sleeping?"
She took a few steps forward, away from the door, but she hesitated. It was the moment where Eight didn't really know what he was supposed to do.
"You kill her and get out of there. It's either your life or hers."
He heard One speak and even for him this decision didn't come easy. She was still a child...
Eight quietly closed the door after he got out his knife, but Amanda heard him anyways. She didn't seem to understand, which was good for the boy as he could come closer without alarming her.
"Jacob? Did you talk? Why is he sleeping?"
So many questions, none of them answered. He stopped in front of her and turned her around before grabbing her tightly. She was just about to make a noise and fight his grip, but it was already too late. The ceramic blade ended her life abruptly. She would have fallen on the ground but Eight carefully laid her down so it wouldn't spark any noise.
"I'm sorry."
He whispered and turned around to leave the room, being as quiet as possible.
Eight knew that him walking the floor alone would look more than suspicious. He had to get to his car without meeting any security guards.
Maybe he already knew that this was not quite possible.
"Hey you, boy!"
Eight froze and turned around then.
"The kitchen is downstairs, what are you even doing up here?"
The boy didn't need long to process.
"Oh, well, yes, I'm sorry, I'm new here, could you uhm bring me downstairs? I really don't know where I came from."
"What the fuck are you doing there, Eight??"
Five asked and Two shook her head.
"He's clever."
She said and One turned to her, a big question mark on his face.
"Think. If he has a security man following him, or guiding him, no other guard will get involved."
The huge guy sighed a little and shook his head slightly.
"I can't leave this position."
"Oh... So I guess I can't convince you, even with all the nice food we have down there? Come on, it just takes a second and I am already late again. I can't afford being late... "
"Okay fine, but I want one of those small cakes with the little cherry on top."
Eight nodded and the security man walked him downstairs. Following the man, he passed at least three other guards. As soon as they had reached a corner where there was no one else to see, Eight took his one and probably only chance. He lifted his blade and with a very skilled throw, pierced it through the guards neck.
The man stopped and gasped heavily as he touched his throat, the blade going right through it. He wanted to turn around but before he could, Eight pressed the handle of the knife downwards, forcing the mans head to jolt up. The sharp blade had cut open his entire throat.
The boy pulled the knife out and carefully sat his victim down before he did something that would save his life later.
He undressed the mans black jacket and took his cap and his gun.
It was a critical situation. Every second that passed sparked a chance of being caught. And undressing a dead man wasn't something Eight could just talk himself out of.
Just as he fixed the jacket and adjusted the cap, someone walked passed.
Eight, who was internally ready to run, froze for a second.
"Hey you, small guy, what are you standing there for, huh? Get back to your post. Or do I need to- what the urgh-"
The moment, the other guy saw the corpse was the moment he faced death himself. Shooting would have been way too loud so Eight, again, relied on his blade to do the work.
This time he didn't try to hide his victim. He had to get the hell out of there. Which wasn't easy at all since the house was full of security guards. Quietly, he walked the floors, trying his best not to alarm anyone. Tension and fear rested within him.
His hectic breathing was quietly, but constantly echoing through the room. The other ghosts were equally tensed. Although one of them seemed to be even more strained.
Four had turned pale. His heart was beating the same pace as Eights breath. He didn't want to lose the friend he basically just made. He didn't want to watch Eight die. He didn't want to get a nine.
He was scared.
So scared, a single tear ran down his face. Unseen from anyone else, but noticed by the boy himself, who quickly wiped it away.
Fortunately, Eight could pass the other security guards without making much of an impression. But the real problem just emerged. How was he supposed to get his car out of there without being noticed?
Eight froze a while as he stood outside, analysing the scene.
And there it was. His opportunity. The guy whom he had talked to before.
The security clothes were no longer needed so Eight undressed them and threw them behind a giant pot of flowers. Along with the gun. Just in time.
"Oh hey, Jacob!"
Eight turned, acting surprised before smiling.
"Oh hey, nice to see you again."
The young guard walked towards him and Eight quickly grabbed the key from inside his pocket.
"Are you leaving already?"
"Yeah, well, as I said, it could be that I have to hurry home."
"And Amanda does not want to say good-bye to her boyfriend?"
He grew slightly suspicious of Eight, but the ghost stayed calm.
"She did, but she's talking to her father. Probably the... 'is he accepted or not' talk. Wish me luck. I really want to see her again."
"I get that. She's stunning."
Eight nodded and looked around before raising a brow.
"Why are you here? I mean, weren't you at the other end of the bridge?"
"Oh, uhm.."
The guard scratched his neck embarrassed.
"The others sent me to get food. I already have it, but I have to walk back and deliver it."
Bingo.
"May I offer you a ride?"
Eight unlocked his car and grinned a little. That's what you get for being nice. A free pass.
"That would be great! I will just get the foo-"
"Wait I'll help you with it."
Eight, who really didn't want to be seen alone, followed his new friend to get the food said person was talking of.
"So this bag it is?"
Eight pointed at the bag and the other nodded. Both of them grabbed a handle and they carried it to his car , placing it in the trunk.
"Well then, get in, make yourself comfortable. I'll get you there."
With a huge grin plastered on his face, the guard opened the door and got inside the car, settling his seatbelt.
Eight did the same before he started the engine and slowly made his way to the gateway. The security guards were suspicious but as their newbie gave them a sign with his hand, they opened the gate and let them pass.
"It looks even better from the inside."
"I know, right?"
Eight looked highly satisfied as he kept driving. But he always kept an eye on the side mirrors to check whether the guards already noticed that two of them were dead or not.
Whether it was luck or fate that Eight made it till the end of the bridge was arguable.
"Thanks for the ride!"
"No problem. Now I gotta hurry. Get your food."
Eight grinned and let the guard get out of the car. He heard One telling him to get out but Eight kept calm.
The second the trunk lid was closed again, he kick-started his car and drove as fast as possible. Again, right in time.
Cheers filled the room and Eight took a deep breath before laughing a little.
"I swear to god, the second you get home, I'll kill you."
One cursed but his grin was bigger than that.
"Go for it, I'll catch up with you later."
Eight laughed and turned off camera and microphone.
Relief. The room was filled with relief. Everyone that had been holding their breath for about an hour was now able to catch it again. Four grinned, shaking his head a little before he emptied his beer and stood up.
"Where are you going, Four? We aren't done yet."
Seven said but Four just shook his head, watching Five stand up.
"Go on without me, I promised someone something."
Five smiled a little as Four walked over to her.
"So, a movie and some snacks?"
The blonde pushed his hands in his pockets and smirked slightly.
"Sounds good. I'll get the snacks and meet you in your room?"
Five asked and a nod was the answer to her question before Four left to check if his room was cleaned.
He threw some clothes in his wardrobe and fixed the bed before turning on the TV and waiting for the woman to come in.
Fortunately, after much protest of Seven and Four, One had allowed a DVD player and a couple of movies. Although they had to go through the whole 'millennials-talk' again.
Five brought chips, chocolate and two beer. She really had some skills to carry all of that at the same time.
"So what do you want to watch?"
Four asked as he helped her lay down all the stuff she was holding.
"As long as it's not that beaver show, I am fine with anything"
Both of them laughed a little and Four shook his head.
"No I don't like that show either. So, no need to worry I guess."
They made themselves comfortable after choosing a movie that both of them liked and Four opened his beer.
"Would you?"
Five asked as she pointed at her bottle, smiling softly. It was a smile that subconsciously reminded Four of a certain feeling he had before. It reminded him of Amandas joyful expression, her energy and the feelings she delivered. Four couldn't make out where the sudden joy and energy came from, which is why he assumed Five to be the source of it. And looking back, it made sense. She had always been good with him, from the day they met. He liked her strong mind and her little attitude. But one thing he always admired was the deep care she had within her. Probably more than anyone else on the team, she cared for people. For the innocent civilians, the children and the hurt. Not to forget her fellow ghosts.
A thousand thoughts rushed through Fours mind but the only sentence he could make himself say was;
"Your smile looks good."
Yes, he said good. Not beautiful, not stunning, not adorable, not bright, no. Out of all the words available he chose good. Which probably spoke for him as the non-verbally-flirting-type of guy, who would just stare and drink until he was able to say something.
Although he had quite a way with words normally. Normally, he would have chosen a line that was stronger than that, but the boy couldn't help but be nervous.
It was his luck that Five really liked him.
It was getting darker and darker and Eight had not reached his new home yet. He was tired and the enthusiasm he had felt earlier had vanished. Thoughts of doubt kept creeping in.
If he would have stuck to the plan, Amanda, a girl who had nothing to do with the whole situation, would have been able to proceed living her life. Who knows, maybe she would have been someone who would fight the evil just like they did? Maybe she would have fought against cruelty herself? And now he had taken that opportunity away from her. The opportunity to choose a side.
Eight normally wasn't the person to admit that he felt a spark of guilt or remorse, but in this particular night he couldn't help but wanting someone to talk to. Which he would, probably, once he returned. He would walk up to Four and Four would be awaiting him with his dark green eyes and a cheeky comment. They would go into his room and chill on the bed before Eight would eventually consult Four about his feelings to check whether his decision was right or wrong.
At least that was how the young ghost imagined his return. But he wasn't greeted by Four. Instead, he found One whom he had to talk to.
"You are aware, that what you did was not only dangerous but incredibly stupid?"
Eight remained silent.
"Good."
One finally said, before he grinned a little.
"But, to be fair, through your work we were able to cut things short. So I'll let this one slip."
Eight took a deep breath before he made his way to the bedrooms, too exhausted to comment on One and too caught up with the feeling of guilt. He really needed to get this off his chest and therefore, he needed the only person he trusted around here.
The boy stopped at Fours door and was about to knock as he heard something. Something he wish he hadn't heard. It was Fives voice, but it sounded higher than usual. She seemed to be unable to form words, only noises echoed through the silence.
And Eight stood there, processing for a second before he finally backed away from the room to return to his, where he carefully pushed the not-yet-fixed door aside to get in.
He dumped his belongings on the floor and starred into the dark.
Standing there, utterly alone in the dark, triggered a wave of feelings inside him.
The remorse for Amanda, the fear he had went through while he was on the mission, the anger that Five sparked in him, it all came together. And yet there was something he was unable to determine. A weird feeling of disappointment that came out of nowhere and washed away everything he had felt before. Eight couldn't find a reason for this particularly annoying emotion although he'd later tie it to what he had witnessed while standing in front of Fours room.
"Pull yourself together.”
He angrily whispered to himself before undressing until he only had his boxers covering his body. While he did, he kept thinking about the way Five had angered him without any logical reason. And no, the jealousy she showed as they talked alone didn't count as logical. So far Eight had done nothing to establish any kind of romantic relationship between him and Four. He didn't even have the want to do so.
Whatever. She had what she wanted.
Eight finally let himself sink on the mattress. He quietly glanced at the door, starring at it for a while before turning away and closing his eyes.
Hours passed. Hours, in which the young ghost was turning and twisting in his bed, fighting the thoughts and images he had in his head. Without any success.
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Levi x Witch!Reader ~ All Hallows Eve
So I got this idea from my favourite Halloween movie I was just watching a few minutes ago, Hocus Pocus. This fic is based on the three witches, Y/N being somewhat like Sarah kinda, so she'llbe acting like her a lot lol
Warning: Mentions of Death, Slight Suggestive Themes
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The numerous reports of children that had been missing since the beginning of fall was drastic, families ruined and parents terrified of losing their little ones to this unknown source that seemed to pick young children right from underneath their nose. The government was beginning to be pressured into finding who was abducting them and where they've been brought and held. Folk believed it was sex trafficers, others believed that the children had ran from their own will and some elderly began to question if it was something more dangerous.
Witches.
The Survey Corps were dispatched out to neighbouring villages and towns in the forests where the most recorded abductions took place. Groups missing at the same time every few nights.
Levi grumbled walking along the outskirts of the town with some few others following behind, armed with guns and their gear. He was one of the few who were sent to check out the area and residents with a few other squads including his own.
"Sir, we haven't seen anything unusual so far and it's nearing 1 in the morning. Are we in the right town?" Jean decided to question, followed by a short yawn. Levi looked at the younger boy over his shoulder, the flickering of his torch illuminating the area around him. "We are in the right place, have patience and don't start yapping. Keep an eye out for anything unusual." Levi retorted seeing how Jean nodded somewhat and swallowed. The group were left once again in silence for a few more minutes with the chirping of crickets before a high pitched shrill echoed throughout the sky. It was met with an eery cackle soon after.
"Use thy voice F/N, fill the sky! Bring the little brats to die!"
"What the fuck was that?" Eren thought out loud, Mikasa readied herself, putting an arm out in front of Eren to keep him behind her protectively. The group stopped to look around, some glancing up to the clear skies in fright whilst raising their torches out to try to get a better view into the darkness. Suddenly, a euphoric lilting voice echoed throughout the area, it was almost hypnotic to listen to.
"Come little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment, come little children, the time's come to play... Here in my garden of magic"
The source of the voice seemed to grow closer as the group waddled on, Levi had ordered them to have their guns at the ready as they neared an illuminated glow of the trees that led into a circular opening, the moonlight shimmering down into the opening from above as the crackles of an openly lit fire sparked with life.
Crouching low in the bushes, the group watched as three women stood with a group of nearly thirty children by the looks of it, one of the women had her face stuck in a thick book reading something. Another was tending to the fire, adding some strange looking objects into it before hanging a small cauldron above it. The last one was too busy keeping the hypnotized children at ease with her voice, they all sat close, blank expressions watching the H/C woman pat a little boys head with a warm yet malicious smile.
"Oh my..." Armin muttered in horror earning a few odd glances from the members of the squad. He took these glances into note and decided to continue, "they're the L/N sisters, I read about them when I was younger in fairy tale books.. They take the souls of children to stay young.. Professionals in the art of black magic... They're... Witches" he finished, paling as he watched the women worked away. Orbs flicking from one another.
"Witches!? Well what do we do then!?" Eren whispered in a panicked tone. Armin shrugged hopelessly as Levi glared at the group before adding "we take them by surprise, before they can hurt any of the children, we'll have them at gun point. Got it?" He murmured, looking to the group as they all nodded shortly after, Armin was about to say something bedore he was silenced by a taunting voice and the sound if sniffing.
"I smell.. youngsters.. And one older.." The chubby short one said, squinting her eyes as she looked off into the darkness of the forest once again sniffing for the scent. The eldest one that was too focused on the book glared at the chubby one, an unimpressed look on her face. "Well what do you call these you fool!? Children! Youngsters! And by what do you mean and one older!?" She barked as the H/C one stopped singing, listening in on her sister's conversation with interest.
"I smell... A man.." The short one had a confused look on her face as she ogled her sisters in question. Just then the H/C one squealed and joined the other two, excitedly clapping her hands together whilst smiling. "Oh a man! Where is he? I want to play with him~" she purred earning a light swat of the shoulder from the eldest. "Winnie! That hurt" she pouted as Winnie grumbled at her sister's behaviour, rolling her eyes she ignored her and wandered over to a small girl, making her stand before grabbing her book, glancing to the bubbling cauldron and taking a wooden spoon full of the icky substance. Winnie let her book rest under her arm as she forced the girls mouth open to pour the substance inside.
It only took a few minor seconds before the young girl began to glow bright white, the three sisters looked to one another before Winnie began again.
"The potion works! Sisters take my hands! We will share her" she called out, letting her sisters take her hands as they stepped towards the small girl, beginning to suck the life of her they sighed in delight before finally stepping away. A bright string of blinding light overcame the small opening of the forest just for a split second before the excited cries of the women sounded again.
The H/C was in a completely different, slim silky dress, she spun around in delight, outstretching her arms with happiness as she cried out. "I am beautiful! Boys will love me!" She twirled around as the other two laughed and clapped their hands. The shorter one clapped her hands with joy "we're young!" She screeched as Winnie quirked a brow before laughing "well... younger.." She tittered.
They were cut off when the sudden crunching of leaves and twigs took over, Levi and his group jumped out from the shadows aiming at the three women with stern expressions. The trio jumped from fright, the H/C squeaked as she hid behind Winnie's shoulder somewhat. Her gaze rested on the raven haired main at the front of the group before a gentle smile irked onto her lips.
"Winnie it's a man.. Hang him on a hook- and let me play with him~" she cooed in a sultry tone, Winnie growled at her in return. "You fool F/N, now is not the time! Now, what is it that you want with us? We are only fair ladies after all" she smirked.
// Time Skip \\
"You haven't shut up since you've been here" Levi growled, arriving outside of F/N's door. She had been singing again, like always. The girl giggled in return, completely infatuated with the man that arrived in her room, she smiled at him. "It got your attention, even though you won't let me play with you" she flirted as Levi smirked a little, shaking his head at her he sighed.
"Knowing you, you'd curse me or some shit to stay with you" he retorted playfully as she fell into a silent state. "I would never" F/N spoke after some seconds. In truth, the three had been given a choice, either to help with the Survey Corps or get hung at the noose. As stubborn as F/N's sisters were, they were hanged years ago leaving F/N by herself. The last remaining sister of the witches. As unstable as she looked to be, F/N turned out to be more normal than everyone ever thought after being parted with her siblings.
"Anyways. Halloween is coming up, you don't plan on anything do you?" Levi changed the topic of conversation as F/N hummed, shaking her head she denied it. "Good. Because Erwin told me there will be a Halloween party that we all have to go to. I want you to go with me." He told her, F/N's face lit up in a tint of pink as she smiled to him.
"I'd love that~ You could be my black cat and I'll be myself. The witch."
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Dear Julia,
I am so fucking angry with you. I don’t think anyone else has evoked such hatred and equal confusion from me, ever. I could happily fill this page by hurling unprintable insults at you, but I know for certain none would be sufficient to convey my disgust at your very person. Ultimately, what you’ve done to me is minuscule compared what you did to your own son. Yet, I’m seething for both of us.
I mean, how fucking dare you? You should never have been allowed to become a mother. You aren’t just incompetent, you’re totally apathetic. The only time you ever seem to care is when the things others do contradict what your godlike ego has you believing. Here’s some fucking news for you: you aren’t amazing. You aren’t funny or edgy or cool or original or special. You aren’t even average, you’re sub par. A self-centered narcissist who seems to think that because you’ve published a few painfully heterosexual romance novels, you’re some sort of B list celebrity. You’re nothing close to that and frankly your son has achieved more in his life in his first 20 years than you ever will.
I just don’t fucking understand you, Julia. As far as I’m aware, you got pregnant completely on purpose and decided to bring a life into the world. And then? Somewhere along the line you decided that life wouldn’t even be allowed the same standard of living as yourself? How??? Even I, without any major maternal instincts, know that just isn’t what you do!! If you make the decision to force life upon someone, you try your fucking best for that person. You put them first. That’s your son, for fucks sake! That’s your own flesh and blood!! What is wrong with you?? Did you want a girl so badly that you just couldn’t even love a boy??
I mean, you’re not even bonded with him. He grew up in your damn house and I bet you couldn’t name a single one of his interests. You never ask how he is. You just talk about you, you, you. It’s unbearable. You never prioritized him; put his feelings before your own. You never changed your shifts at work to spend more time with him after his died from cancer. You were never around to cook him dinner. He had to fend for himself from a ridiculously young age. You’ve never stood up for him. You’ve never fought his corner. You’ve never once made him feel loved and comforted. You have never once been a mother to him. You are a failure. Bet that hurts your ego doesn’t it? But not the mother in you, because there’s a void where she’s meant to be.
I mean, a fucking shed, Julia?? A damp, moldy, fire hazard of a shed with no bed, no insulation and no source of light. How the fuck can you live with yourself knowing you made your own son live in that squalor for four fucking years?? You closed the curtains in your bedroom every night and looked out on the shed your son was sleeping in and then you slept soundly. You fucking psychopath! And don’t you fucking dare play dumb. You knew there was no insulation. You fucking knew it was a fire hazard; you admitted it in a text. I swear to fucking God if I hear you say that your son “should have told you how bad it was” one more time I will fucking lose it! He was a minor. He was 14 fucking years old. You were responsible for his care and if you have two brain cells to rub together could probably have figured out that a badly build, un-insulated shed with a bowing roof probably wasn’t water tight. Not to mention the fact he told you time after time when he couldn’t feel his hands and feet. No, no excuses, Julia. You are the guilty party. This is your wreckage. You are the reason he will never be the same again. And don’t even think about blaming your bipolar, that’s just an insulting.
I wish like hell social services had found out about you. It breaks my heart to think that maybe then your son could have had a better chance at life. One where his main concern for four years wasn’t trying to avoid hypothermia. I mean, he knows that now he could still press charges but just the thought of you provokes such severe anxiety he can’t bring himself to face it. You’re fucking lucky, Julia. If you were my mother I’d be in that court before you could say “neglect” and begging the judge for the longest sentence possible. You could rot in there for all I care. It’s what you deserve.
It’s so tough, Julia, to see you on Twitter with this fake, friendly persona you put on. I realized not long ago that I was almost obsessively checking your account because I was looking for some semblance of regret on your part, or even a little vague sadness that your son has now cut you off. But I know now that there is none. You simply feel nothing towards him and the “I love you’s” you half halfheartedly send on occasion are pathetic and laughable. You’re just mad because someone turning their back on you doesn’t fit in with your god-like view of yourself. I see you instead on there, chatting to fellow authors and fans. Cracking what I can only presume you think are witty jokes. And I tell you it takes every fiber of my being to not expose to them all who you really are. The disgusting, despicable woman who never deserved to be a mother. The joy it would bring me to ruin your whole reputation. It would be orgasmic.
I won’t though. For now. Because I know you’re dangerous and I admit I would fear for my life if I tried. But God, I wish you knew the hatred I feel for you. I wish you fucking understood what a pitiful excuse for a human you are.
Please, go fuck a cactus. Hard.
C
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Christmas spirit on a foreign land
Hello, @sakurastardust! I just happen to be your @jjba-secret-santa, so here’s your gift, Merry Christmas, sweetie
I had something entirely else planned but then i checked the JoJo timeline and the just happen to be on the trip during the Christmas akdrerfnjd
The wind forced Kakyoin to brush hair off of his face for the nth time this day. Perks of traveling by car, he guessed. Sitting by the window, having the window rolled all down, served him as a peculiar AC system. Focusing on the passing scenery, the cherry boy muted the quite conversations spreading in the vehicle out.
“Wait, if it has been 26 days since we’re on this trip then this means” Polnareff started counting his fingers.
“It’s 24th of December” the magician answered, saving Frenchman the troubles, to which his face lightened up.
“So that means it’s Christmas today!”
“Did someone said Christmas?” the English businessman cheerfully asked.
“Yes, Christmas!” with this, the redhead was brought back.
“And what exactly does this mean?” the Japanese boy asked, clearly not having a clue.
“You don’t have this in Japan?”
“Not exactly like we do” the magician pointed out. “Christianity isn’t popular in Japan, so they don’t really celebrate Christmas.”
“Oh, that’s actually sad. It’s one of the most basics holidays in Europe, right, Mr. Joestar?”
“Indeed, it is, not only Europe, but all over America, too! My daughter together with her family used to visit us for Christmas back when Jotaro was still a child.” the group could see tears pricking up in the Englishman eyes.
“I still don’t understand what Christmas exactly is.” said Kakyoin, to which Polnareff quirked up.
“Ah, mon ami, Christmas is the day when Jesus was born. To celebrate it people together with their families and friends throw so-called Christmas party. They cook plenty of dishes, dress up Christmas tree and decorate their houses. I used to help my dad with decorations while Sherry was helping mom in the kitchen. We used to eat delicious means like snails and oisters!”
“Don’t worry kids, it’s a French-only thing” Joseph break in, winking to Jotaro and Kakyoin, to which his grandson replied with quite “I sure hope so.”
Polnareff continued, this time louder, pretending that he never heard anything. “Later on after the dinner the kids would find presents under the Christmas tree, believing it was the Santa that dropped it off. It’s one of the happiest time of the year.. well, it used to be, at least” at this point Polnareff visibly sadden, which Kakyoin immediately noticed.
“How about we do our own Christmas party, then? You can show me the meaning of it, since I’m the only one that never really experienced it.” – redhead said, hoping he could cheer his companion up.
“I like this idea, plus we’ve been travelling for a while now, we all could use some break.” Avdol added, clearly interested in the idea.
“We should keep going” Jotaro grunted out.
“Come on Jotaro, it’s just one day, we have to rest some more anyway.”
“Yare yare daze”
“There’s should be a village not that far away, why won’t we rent a room in some inn and just.. celebrate?” the youngest man suggested.
“No.”
“Oh come on, boy, it’s 4 vs. 1, I don’t think you have a word here.” the old man joked, making his grandson even more irritated.
“Yare yare”. Adjusting his hat, Jotaro swiftly took out one of his cigarette, lighting it up. The urge to punch someone was tremendously strong. Looking ahead he could hear the rest of the group rumbling about who should do what. That was going to be a long day. The group continued their travel with new objective.
…
Reaching the destined city, Mr. Joestar drove to the nearest parking, turning the machine off. Getting out of the car the group divided into two groups. Polnareff together with Joseph, as the cook and the wallet were responsible for picking up the groceries, while the rest were to rent the inn and decorate it accurately.
“Okay, I’ll give you my credit card, so please buy only the necessaires.” Joseph said, handing the Frenchman his card.
“Oh please, Mr. Joestar, have I ever done anything stupid?” Polnareff asked with a smug smile on his face, to which Joseph didn’t dare to answer.
Parting away, the silver-haired man headed for the city centre, in which he hoped he could find everything he has been dreaming of since the last time he ate a tasty french meal. However, it didn’t came to his mind that India – especially smaller cities, wouldn’t have much to provide when it came to specific french ingredients. As such, he entered several shops, asking excitedly for a wide range of fancy yet weird products.
After the 10th negative response, Polnareff started to lose his patience.
“Isn’t there ANYONE here with good tastes?! Really, this place is un trou à rat! ”
“Excuse me, sir! You look troubled. May I help you?” a voice called behind him. Turning around with loud “Huh?” the Frenchman glanced over the man calling out to him. “What do you want?”
“It seems like you are in desperate needs of ingredients, luckily for you I might have just what you need!” the man answered with a slight smirk spreading over his face. Clearly he smelled easy cash.
“Oh, indeed, then I am one lucky man to find you, good sir.”
…
Being done with his part of the errands Joseph was free to explore the city, since he still had some time before meeting with the Frenchman. Passing by the shopping alley, his attention was snatched by a familiar package behind the window display. A big box with Monopoly written all over looked back at him, whispering buy me.
Joseph, being the man he is, wasn’t good at resisting.
Happily passing the automatic doors, the English businessman let a sigh of pleasure escape him, holding firmly the blue package. Now would be the time to finally find his friend – which, considering the amount of people that was there at the time, wouldn’t be an easy thing.
However, this would have been the case if the rule ‘stand users attract each other’ wasn’t a thing.
“Hey, Mr. Joestar!”
Turning toward the source of the joyful voice, Joseph saw Polnareff happily skipping in his direction. Seeing all the bags hanging off of his arms Joseph’s face turned into a scowl and the man could only squawk loud “Are you kidding me?”
...
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jotaro cursed out loud, looking at the emerald decorations he hold in his hands. Looking up he saw Kakyoin and Avdol enthusiastically hanging the Christmas ornaments around.
With all the cliché garment - golden glass balls and shining red tinsels hanging from the green garland strapped to the ceiling – the Christmas spirit could be felt, leaving a sensation of a warmth and safeness.
“You know, it’s really, reassuring –“ the cherry boy started. “doing this together, having this… domesticity. Despite the danger waiting for us behind every corner, we are here, preparing for celebration… like a family.”
His lips were curved into a small smile, and suddenly the room was filled with a heavy silence. The two others men’s gaze were stuck on the red-haired face, leaving in the room an almost awkward felling, until Avdol decided to break the cold atmosphere that was starting to appear.
“Indeed! It’s been quite some time since I’ve got such a pleasant evening! Especially with all the Dio situation at hand.” With that, on the contrary to Kakyoin, his smile was wide, showing no hesitation whatsoever with his joyous mood.
Still standing aside from the fortune-teller and the red-haired Japanese student, Jotaro could do nothing else but adjust his hat, sighing.
“And how do you usually spend Christmas Eve, Jotaro? You must be used to all this lively spirit since you’re half English.”
Silence came back one more time, with no surprise though – after all, Jotaro wasn’t the kind of man to open-up or the chatty type.
But it was to their surprise that for once, Jotaro answered, despite the fact that it was as brief as a cold summer breeze.
“When I’m not with the old-man and granny Suzie, I spend Christmas Eve with my mom, sometimes help with the cooking…” He muttered, almost inaudible.
“I didn’t know you happen to help cooking, Jotaro-san!”
Fortunately, Avdol was here to lighten up the whole mood – else, this would have gone worse.
“Jotaro-san loves his mother, after all” added Kakyoin, almost chuckling as he saw the embarrassment written all over his face.
“Yare yare daze, let’s finish this.”
Just when the last red Christmas ball had been hanged, the door slammed opened revealing an overjoyed Polnareff who looked like a walking tree whose decorations would have been full plastics bags – and a less cheerful English businessman, whose bank account has just been divided by 2.
Soon, after their greeting, the room became much warmer, filled with joy, laughter and a weirdly delicious smell of food.
As Jotaro was leaning in the chair, his legs resting on the wooden table, he was smoking yet another cigarette today. A loud crash made him turn his head towards the door through which a distressed Polnareff bursted in, covered in various undefined mixtures, holding a plate full of a chocolate paste – he yelled in a pleading tone. “MIGHT WANT TO GIVE ME A HAND, JOTARO?”
To which, the young Japanese man abruptly answered with swift “I’m not your mother, deal with it yourself”.
“Ah?! You’re really terrible Jotaro, terrible! Goujat!”
Thankfully, Kakyoin came to save the poor Frenchman, followed by a heartedly laughing Joseph who was clearly mocking him.
As the three men exited the room, Avdol just stepped in, holding a piece of dishcloth, wiping his hands. His eyes winded at the sight in front of him, clearly a bit surprised – after all, seeing Jotaro peacefully smiling was a rare thing.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing, just enjoying the calm.”
…
“Mr. Joestar, how about we bargain?”
“Sure, dear Avdol! I’ll sell it to you 5 % cheaper if you let me have your hotel.” already holding a colored bills in his prosthesis hand.
“Is this even allowed?” asked Kakyoin with great doubt.
“Hey guys, you can take everything I have but Paris! This is a no-no, I won’t let anyone have – hey Jotaro, did you just buy Paris?! You little-“
“You’ll lose anyway, Polnareff, so shut up.” Clicking his tongue, the Japanese student adjusted his black vest, moving the small violet piece to the case of the beautiful French scenery.
“I am never playing with you again, bande d’enflures!” the Frenchman proclaimed, to which Kakyoin responded with loud laugh.
Here, on a foreign land, they managed to catch the Christmas spirit.
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Payback is a Bitch with a Strapon
From my view at my desk, I see you asleep on your side on my office couch, face pressed up against the pillow. You look satisfied that you just brutally fucked my ass and my face. I touch my neck, still feeling the indents of your hands from when you choked me as your cock was invading my back hole. My skin is hot, raised and sensitive where you let loose on my ass cheeks. What we just did leaves me speechless. As my legs are still shaky...my body still floating listlessly.
Inside me though there is a fire burning. I let you have your moment this morning and let you abuse me. I’ve got to be honest; it had my pussy wet hearing you telling me to “shut the fuck up already!” Turning my head to the mirror on my office door, I look at myself. My face is flushed with excitement...lips slightly swollen...partly from me biting them and partly from having your thick, engorged cock shoved into them. My hair is beyond tamable and says one thing: Well-fucked. I lost track of how many times your hand sunk into it and gripped it firmly but my scalp tingles in memory.
I slide my hand down my chest grazing a nipple. I can see it hardening beneath the silk of my blouse and I flinch remembering the grip you had them in just hours earlier. I want to stay there...being greedy...enjoying the current that travels down to my pussy as I play. But I move further down to the smooth skin of my stomach until I encounter the one thing that still needs satisfying.
My hand connects with the protruding smooth shape that juts out from between my legs. I grip it in my hand...warming it. I look down, seeing my pink girl cock strapped on...an extension of me...a source of pleasure for you. Turning away I open my desk drawer to retrieve a small bottle of oil. My eyes seek out the shape of your ass beneath your jeans. I take a deep breath to slow the excitement that rises in me. In an instant...electric pulsing need beats deep between me, inside me. I want you spread open and shaking with need for me.
I walk over to the couch. Grab your tool between your legs, squeeze hard and wake your fucking ass up! You wake up startled and the look on your face goes from bewildered - to angry - to nervous in a matter of seconds. “Let’s go,” I demand. “My fun starts now.”
I pull you up to your feet from the couch and start opening your jeans button. You grab my face, trying to take over again and I spit at you. “Don’t even fucking try it.” You wipe your face and lower your eyes, “yes, ma’am.” Like a good servant. After opening your jeans, I pull them down to your ankles. Inch by inch you are revealed to me. I push you to turn around and place my black heeled boot onto the edge of the couch and slide my hard piece up over the curve of your ass I bite my tender lip to stop from groaning too loud.
I reach out and slide my hand up your thighs to the supple curve of your furry ass, my thumb delving into the crease. I want to dip lower and push in harder but I restrain my movements to light massaging touches, for now.
After a while they grow stronger, my fingers dig into your cheeks to pull them apart... releasing after a brief look and then pulling them apart to stare longer. I know you can feel the heat of my gaze on your asshole...my hunger for this part of you. I can't resist and my fingers slide down to your exposed taint and balls. I feel you shift as I travel back up, this time my thumbs move deeper, grazing across the wrinkled skin of your pucker. I groan inwardly...wanting in there so bad. I tell myself to wait...that there will be time to give in to those urges.
Your head turns, eyes alert and aroused as you look back to see me with my cock strapped on running my thumb in circles around your hole. “The fuck are you looking at? Turn around!” I smack you hard, just as you did to me. “Tell your mistress, you’re sorry and how much you need me! NOW!” You oblige and whisper. I feel your ass push up into my fingers and you say, "Fuck me, ma’am...I need your pretty girl cock as much as I need your cunt...your mouth."
I expel the breath I have been holding. Hearing you say cunt...that you need my cock is all I needed to hear. I smile and nod. My hand is firm on your ass as I push you forward so your head is on the back cushion of the couch and your magnificent ass is in the air waiting for me to take it.
I begin kissing down your back, and over your ass. I give your hole two slow teasing licks of my tongue and moan my approval. "Mmmmm" I moan between another couple of licks, this time burrowing my tongue inside your tight musky heat. I wiggle my tongue, feeling you squirm into the vibrations I'm bringing to your nerve endings. Then holding your ass open I begin fucking you with my tongue...quick little darts and then long penetrating strokes.
After a minute I work my finger in and tickle my tongue along the sensitive rim as I move slowly in and out. I can feel you clenching around my finger each time I pull out and I know how good it feels for you to be penetrated. To be finger fucked. I add another finger and bend lower to lick your balls and taint in sync with my finger fucking. You take it all and begin stroking your cock in front of you, pushing back into my fingers driving them deeper and deeper. “What the fuck are you doing?” I demand. “I need to stroke my…,” you barely make out a stutter. “Did I say you can touch yourself? No, I didn’t. You’re gonna cum today, with no touching. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” you respond.
My cunt is on fire and I need to extinguish it. I need to relieve the pressure and send my plastic stick into your hole. Wrapping my arms around you I press my body against the length of yours and rub my tits into your back. Reaching down I can’t help but stroke your hard, leaking cock once...twice until you groan. “Mistress….mmmm” I have to stop myself – though I can feel how bad your cock wants to explode and release, as it throbs in my hand.
"Don’t you fucking dare, cum!” I know just what may hold your trigger a little longer – I reach over to the couch, where you threw it. “There it is, your fun weapon of choice that you used on my bare, smooth pussy this morning.”
I grab the spatula and with quick, hard force, slam it onto your throbbing dick, SMACK!!
“OUCH! UGHHH,” you moan loudly. “Did that work? Are you gonna hold it for your Mistress?”
“Yes, ma’am,” you state obediently.
“Now, I want you to push yourself back onto my cock...I want you to take it all in for me. Is that clear?"
I hear you groan "Yes," and I slap your cock once more. Holding my cock at the base I position the head against your hole and feel you begin to press down on it. The pressure hits directly against my clit and I can't help but push up into it. "That's it yes...take it...every inch you take makes my cunt throb."
Pounding you harder and faster as I watch your puckered rim roll over the pink shiny plastic of my cock. I suddenly remember the feeling in my mouth when you took your cock from my ass and shoved it in my mouth, albeit my pleas not to.
I pull out. And you take in a huge sigh of relief for the break. I lean forward and grab your face in my hands and turn your head to the side. “Guess what, sub?” The look in your wide eyes, tell me you know already. That you know exactly where this is going. “Open wide, dear! Open that pretty wet mouth of yours and suck on my pink cock that was just in your ass!” You have no choice and you open, reluctantly. I tease your lips first. You can smell your musky scent on my toy and then without hesitation I push it through your juicy lips. “Suck it! If you do it right, you’ll only do it once.” You tighten the close on your eyes and I’m almost sad to see those baby blues hidden. You suck. I can hear the saliva foaming in your mouth, ‘You suck’ is exactly what you are thinking, but you dare not say it aloud. I pull out of your mouth and resume my place behind your ass.
“You’re a good boy. Your ass deserves a reward now,” I say as I take my pink cock, dripping with your spit and drag it up and down your crack. I find your puckered hole with the tip and IN IT GOES! “OHHHH it seems you really wanted me. You really want my cock inside you!”
In a loud growl, I feel you impale yourself on my cock and I moan out in pleasure, “Yes, that’s it! You are going to make me cum,” I say. Our bodies merge, no space between them. It's heaven. I’m kissing your back, whispering how fucking good it is to be inside you. When I feel you begin to squirm, I start fucking in and out at a slower pace. Then with such anticipation, I thrust it harder and deeper. You yell out in painful delight.
Angling my cock towards your balls as I sink in, I graze a spot that drives you wild. Fucking you from this angle is incredible...my hips bouncing against your ass at a nice steady pace creates a delicious wet noise that drives me faster into your hot, burning ass. "The heat in my pussy is so extreme I feel my orgasm hovering with every movement. "Oh fuck!." I cry out, my fingers digging into your hips. I cum so hard my pussy walls are quivering and with every thrust into you, my cum squirts out.
"Fuck me hard, Ma’am!" you grunt out and I can hear your arousal heavy and strong. I can see your hard member spearing out in front of our merged bodies, ready to explode.
I am breathless for a moment as I see this and see your ass on display...filled by my pink cock. The hunger inside me rises to a fevered pitch. I grab onto your hips and pull you back on the last exposed inch of my cock with a moan. I hear the breath leave you as you adjust and I feel the tension in your body as you brace yourself.
I bite my lip and pull out of you to the tip, mesmerized by the stretch of your tight ring around my girl cock. Gripping your ass with both hands I slam home, grinding my hips in hard. Working off an instinct as old as time I set up a steady pounding rhythm as I pull your ass back with each motion. It feels so right to fuck you like this and I begin to lose myself in the absolute joy of it. "Fuck…you...take my cock...every...hard...inch... of it!"
I hear you grunt out an incoherent string of words but I don't stop...the pressure against my clit intensifies with each thrust, reverberating deep into my wet tunnel, teasing my g-spot. My pussy is beyond swollen and soaked as I tap into my base urge to penetrate...to fuck.
My hand slides from its grip on your ass and reaches around to find your cock hard and wet, pulled tight against your body. I encircle it and the sound out of your mouth tells me you're close. Every slam of my hips forward drives you into my tight fist. I pick up my pace, our sweaty bodies smacking together in a lewd and delicious way. It's too much, every thrust grazing your sweet spot and my clit sends us both over the edge in a chorus of loud moans. "Yessss!! Oh, fuck...!!"
“May I cum, ma’am?” “Please!!” you plead with me. “You can cum, but you don’t touch it,” I answer. You can’t hold back anyway…
My cunt explodes again into a burst of spasms and waves of pleasure so intense my legs almost buckle your cock jerks and pulses in the air. When the last stream of cum pumps out we slowly sink to the couch on our sides. My cock out, my legs over yours.
“Payback is a bitch, isn’t?”
“Yes, ma’am!” You sigh and go back to sleep.
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Struggle
Okay so this is for the bottom Erwin week prompt Masturbation. As usual I am incapable of writing anything happy! S’my style.
-------------------------- Levi wasn’t a man who had felt weak very often in his life. For the most part, he’d been able to take care of himself from a very young age, and there wasn’t much that made him vulnerable. That was one thing that Kenny had given him; the ability to handle himself, protect himself, and keep himself safe. Keeping other people safe, he supposed, was another matter entirely. He had felt weak when he raced back to Isobel and Farlan that fateful day in the rain, and he had felt weak and helpless in this moment. The Survey Corps was returning from their mission to rescue Eren again, and from what Levi was hearing, the casualties had been enormous. “Get a medic! The commander is—“ Levi watched in horror as Erwin rode in through the gates, his beautiful white horse stained pink from the enormous volume of blood in her coat. Erwin swayed, his eyes unfocused and his posture unsteady. Levi couldn’t get through the crowd to reach him as he fell from his horse, landing with a sickening thud on the dirt. “We need some help, we’re losing him!”
This was fucking bullshit, and Levi forced his way through the people to get to Erwin. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what had happened? His eyes widened as he saw the source of the blood— how had he missed that— Erwin’s fucking arm was—“MOVE!” He ordered, clearing a path for the medic to get to Erwin. His stomach churned when he saw the fleshy muscle clenching aimlessly around Erwin’s severed bone.
How had this happened? What the fuck were they doing?? He shoulda been there. Levi shoulda fucking been there. He gritted his teeth and shifted on his ankle. Fuck.
**
It was touch and go for a while. Erwin had lost so much blood that the doctors were worried about brain damage. Levi couldn’t bear to imagine losing Erwin, or having his bright mind robbed through some careless venture… so he threw himself into his work, trying to keep everything running smoothly so that if— when, Erwin recovered, everything would be easier for him.
When he was by himself in the dark, he put his right hand behind his back. He tried to function normally, he tried to take care of himself. Simple acts like brushing his teeth, buttoning his shirt, even using the toilet were a thousand times harder like this, and he wondered how Erwin would cope.
Surely his military career was over, right? He’d never fight again. Deep down in his heart he knew that Erwin would never retire, not over something as insignificant as being permanently and seriously maimed. As long as there was a truth out there to find, Erwin would seek it… even if it killed him.
Levi swore as he failed to put his cravat on with just his left hand, and ruefully allowed his right arm to rejoin the fray. Erwin had no such luxury. Erwin was going to struggle.
**
Levi was there the moment Erwin opened his eyes, and he was certain he wasn’t quite able to contain his relief. “Erwin.” He breathed, reaching over to touch his hand. “You nearly got yourself killed.”
“Mm.” Erwin’s voice was croaky and exhausted. “M’not that easy to kill.”
Levi cocked an eyebrow. Apparently they had him on the good stuff. “I know that. Makes it a lot easier not to worry when you’re off doing whatever crazy gamble you’ve come up with this time.” Levi swallowed. “I don’t like the beard.” He said eventually. “I’ll fill you in on everything you’ve missed.” The next morning when he came in, he regretted his comments about Erwin’s facial hair… he’d tried to shave it left handed and his beautiful face was marred with nicks and cuts, much of the stubble still present in scraggly clumps.
Levi frowned. “You look awful.” He said gently. “I’ll help.” He collected some shaving implements and climbed onto the bed with Erwin. It was a soft, intimate moment, and Levi was respectful as he cleaned up Erwin’s face. “You’ll get there.” Levi said as he finished. “It just takes practice.”
He considered telling Erwin how he’d tried his luck with only one arm, but decided perhaps it was a story for when the wounds weren’t so raw.
Levi was impressed with the way Erwin was handling his disability, truth be told. He didn’t like or need to be coddled. He was a grown man and was very good at accepting the hand life had dealt him. If his arm ached, he never complained about it, nor did he make a fuss as he struggled with his day to day activities. If the situation were reversed, Levi imagined he’d be very frustrated and angry, even if he knew such behaviors were irrational and unproductive. It worried him that Erwin saw losing his arm as only the start of his penance… it was part of a long line of worrying subtle bouts of depression Levi was starting to notice more and more, the closer they got to taking back Wall Maria.
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Erwin was back to work probably a lot quicker than was recommended or healthy. He wasn’t the type of man to wallow in self pity, and they had bigger things to worry about than the difficulties posed by a missing arm. He never said anything, but Levi could see the way he struggled. His penmanship suffered terribly, he was getting up nearly an hour earlier every morning to ensure he was cleaned and dressed properly for the day, and little things that he’d taken for granted were becoming extremely difficult.
Erwin was great at hiding his frustrations, but Levi was great at knowing when Erwin was hiding something. It was subtle; a sharp exhale of breath in frustration, the way his eyebrows pinched together when he dropped something, the brief flicker or pain in his eyes when he reached for something with his right hand out of habit.
Levi worried. Of course he worried about Erwin, he loved him and cared about him and wanted him to be whole once more. It was a difficult balance at times, wanting to support his partner without being overbearing, making Erwin feel like he’d lost his independence. The problem was that Erwin never liked to ask for help, and Levi didn’t want to offer too often.
The injury came with a subtle change in their own relationship as well. Erwin seemed withdrawn, distracted, and far less physically affectionate than he had been in the past. Even as they lay together in bed Erwin didn’t cuddle up close to Levi like he used to. He was turned away, facing the wall, curled up into himself. Levi turned over and got Erwin’s attention, frowning at the storm brewing in those beautiful blue eyes. “Does it hurt?” He asked quietly.
“A little. I don’t want to sleep on my right side at the moment, it’s too tender.”
Levi had a very hard time asking to be held, demanding more intimacy and affection. It seemed to be admitting weakness, which is something Levi wouldn’t do. It wasn’t a big bed, but the distance between them was enormous. “Fine.” He didn’t mind being the big spoon, and wrapped his arms around Erwin’s waist so they could be closer. A lot of things were changing, and he suspected they wouldn’t have many more chances to lie together like this.
Levi wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it was certainly more than what he got. Erwin didn’t put his hand on Levi’s hands, didn’t thread their fingers together, didn’t sigh pleasantly and shift his body so it was flush with Levi’s. It was painful to see him so withdrawn, and Levi wasn’t good at heavy emotional conversations really.
He defaulted to crude humor, and started pulling at Erwin’s waistband so he could grasp his dick.
“Levi… what are you doing?” Erwin sounded tired.
“Well you’re being a grumpy fuck and you’re missing an arm so I figured you haven’t been jerking off enough.” He said with a shrug. “May as well help, s’what a subordinate is for.”
Erwin chuckled then. “I’m going to have to get you another copy of the military handbook. Fraternization is frowned upon, especially between a superior officer and subordinate.” He twisted his back so he could see Levi’s face, and apparently his expression was so disgusted and non-believing that Erwin burst into laughter.
It was absurd. The whole situation was absurd. “You’re an idiot.” Levi said eventually, still tugging on Erwin’s cock. It wasn’t springing to life like it normally did, and Levi allowed his hand to still. This wasn’t good.
“I don’t know how to help you.” He admitted. “I…” don’t like to see you like this? Know what it’s like? Need you to get better? “I’m worried I’m losing you and I don’t know what to do.” Erwin was brilliant. Levi often felt like a fool next to him.
“Levi…” Erwin shifted over in the bed, wincing as he grazed his stump on the mattress. He attempted to lie on his right side, but obviously it was causing him a great deal of pain.
“Erwin, stop. Lie on your back.” Levi suggested, shifting over to Erwin’s left side before curling up to the sprawling expanse of his chest. They were quiet for a moment, and Levi allowed himself to enjoy warmth of Erwin’s skin, the nice heavy feeling of that beautiful arm snaked around his waist.
“Levi.” Erwin broke the silence, his voice was silky and warm. “You help me every day. This would all be so much harder without you at my side.” He smiled at Levi in the darkness, but there was no joy in his eyes.
“You don’t deserve to suffer.” Levi said. “You’re not going to hell. You’re a good man and you deserve good things.” Erwin’s breath hitched and he squeezed Levi tighter. “You’re wrong,” he said, and then he went silent. He squeezed Levi closer though, and kissed the top of his head. “I love you.” He whispered. “No matter what happens, I love you. You’re my right hand.” Levi nuzzled into his chest. “I love you too, you dork. Don’t go soft on me now.” Some of the tension had ebbed out of Erwin’s shoulders, and Levi was relieved to feel him drift off. Levi stayed curled up to Erwin and listened to him rest. Sleep had never come easily to Levi, and he lay awake with his eyes wide open, wondering what good was having strength if he couldn’t protect the people he loved. Morning came quickly, and Erwin struggled to dress himself. His back was tall and straight as he marched ever forward, and Levi could only watch as Erwin slipped further away.
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The Broken Heart Of An Innocent
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➳ a/n: I hope you enjoy it! - admin soo
➳ genre: angst
➳ pairing: yoongi x reader
➳ word count: 2.7k
warnings: suicide and depression. please refrain from reading if you’re in a fragile state of mind.
Dear Yoongi,
I’ve tried to figure out why you broke up with me for the past few months. I honestly thought at the beginning that this might have been my fault. It was me, after all, that couldn’t have kids. It was me that was different. Even though you made sure that I believe in myself; that I love myself and that I speak for myself, I lost those things when you broke my heart, Yoongi. Did you lose them too?
It isn’t your fault that I am doing this, please do not take it that way. But our break up helped me to realise one thing, I don’t want to live. I never wanted to live. I did live, yes. But why? Did I do it because I had some goals? Or did I do it because society wanted me to? I can only imagine what people are saying now. “She must have been weak, that’s why she killed herself”. Is that what they’re saying?
Or are they understanding of my pain? Of the pain of having this empty void inside my heart? I could feel something, some emotions, only when we were together. I learned what a joy and what a colourful world we have, when we feel things. So now I lost this ability to feel, I am lost. I want to enjoy things, I want to smile at the kids running through water fountains when it’s hot outside. I want to smile whenever I smell my favourite white roses. I can’t. Why?
I’m sorry to the boys, please, take care of them. I’m sorry that I’ve pretended to be better, I just didn’t want them to worry. I know that they wouldn’t be able to forgive you this unless I move on. Please, don’t tell them what really happened. Please, do keep this a secret, and have your family by you. Will you do that?
I’ve organized everything for when you come back, there will be nothing left in the flat, I’ve put some important things in our deposit box, you can give them to the boys, say that I went back to my birth country and that those are the only things that I left behind me. For you, I’ve left you something precious. I don’t know if you’ll want it, but I hope that my thoughts aren’t real and that you still love me. Do you?
I feel sleepy now, so I’m going to finish it quickly. I love you, I thank you for the amazing 2 years, thank you for showing me how life should look like. Thank you for waking up the spark within me, thank you for the dreams I started to have when I met you. Thank you for introducing me to your bulletproof family. Thank you for your...
It was too late to apologise. Mistakes had been made, words had been said. All the hurt that wasn't meant to be given, was not only given but received. A person that should give only love, a smile, warmth to the heart, gave nothing but the feeling of a broken heart.
This endless misery of despair and sorrow should give you pain only, but when your heart is shattered by your soulmate it shows the happy memories; it takes you back to the happiest moments of your relationship, when you both shared your most honest smiles. It tells you the story of how you should be grateful for the love you received. It doesn't tell you to hate, to hide in your feelingless shell. No, it shows you the best moments so you could learn what you've lost.
It shows you how you’ve met, the shy smile that you shared when you both ordered large iced americano at local Starbucks. How he surprised you and came to your table asking, how such a pretty girl orders such dark coffee, to which you replied with the same question. How does such pretty boy order such dark coffee, but, in reality, you wondered how does such a handsome man talk to you? It shows you your first kiss, how his lips touched yours, afraid of you running away from him. Your lips returning his kiss, your tongue slowly opening his upper lip, afraid of going too fast in your relationship.
“You don’t have to force yourself to do something you don’t want to do, darling” was the very first sentence that convinced your heart that this man is worth your trust.
“I need to break up with you,” he said. As if your world didn't break apart the moment words left his lips. He left. He moved on with his life. He decided for both of you, that this is the time. This is the end.
And so, with those words, you thought of the end, of how to end this excruciating pain. Yet, you couldn't force yourself to reach for that blade, for those pills, for the liquid poison that you liked to savour in small amounts.
You were sitting with this emptiness in your heart, in your thoughts, when you heard a knock, a doorbell being rung. You knew you were supposed to leave the warmth of the bubbly water; it is something that is expected of people, after all. To open the door. But at that moment, you honestly couldn’t care less. You lost your light; you lost your will to fight, to live.
So, you sat in that lukewarm water, becoming colder with every passing minute. You wondered if maybe your recent talk had caused it. You knew that this secret of yours would destroy any relationship, yet you decided to reveal it. After all, it was honesty that was the foundation of every good relationship. You wondered if maybe that statement wasn't true; if maybe some secrets should never be revealed.
“I can't have kids. I can't get pregnant.”
When the water became ice-cold you reached the conclusion that devastated you forever. You were the cause of why your world fell apart. Even though he claimed there was nothing that could break his love for you, this must have been the limit of his love. The limit that he’d never met before the obstacle that couldn't be overcome. The Berlin Wall. The Dutch Water Line. The Mount Everest of his love.
His love for you withered away like a flower without light. His dream of being a father was something that always kept him motivated; his dream of telling stories - of making his dreams come true - was something that kept his body going. But when this possibility was taken away from him, he gave up on you. He gave up on your future, he gave up on your heart.
Your ears picked up a slight creaking noise when the heavy entry door was being pushed open and before you took notice of this fact, you heard your name being called throughout the house.
“Y/N!” it wasn’t the voice you longed for; it wasn’t the voice that could glue your heart back together. When your name is being summoned, you’re supposed to answer this call, but the only thing you did was stare at the view in front of your bathtub.
You loved the fact that you lived high up in the building and had a window stretching through the whole length of the wall in your bathroom; it allowed you to appreciate the crystal-clear night sky. The sky seemed to share your pain; stars being covered with the clouds, fighting for their light to shine through the vale of darkness. But when it seemed that the stars might have had a chance to win, the clouds covered their source of motivation; their moon was taken over by the same darkness that covered your heart, the moment you heard those devastating words.
“I don’t love you anymore. It’ll be better for both of us if we end it now.”
He was the one that thought of it. He was the one that decided for both of you. You, on the other hand, weren’t better off without him. You still loved him; he was your light, and you thought it worked both ways. That you were also his light.
“For fuck's sake, Y/N! You answer when someone calls you! Are you okay?” Your brain told you to answer, but your body refused. What’s the need for speech? You have no reason to live. What’s the need to announce that you’re still breathing? What’s the possible reason behind admitting that you’re still alive and in pain?
You felt your hand being taken into another; you saw worried eyes in front of yours. Yet, you didn’t react. You just looked at the face of your dear friend - another reminder of your broken heart. He was not only your best friend, but also you his. You should have felt some kind of emotion, probably negative, but you felt nothing. You went numb. You didn’t want to cry, smile, hug. You wanted nothing. You wanted to disappear from this world and join the stars in their fight. At least they wouldn’t suffer the way you were.
“Y/N.” This time it was a whisper. A warm whisper, an inviting whisper; the kind that brings peace even to the most violent fight. “Why are you in your clothes?”
He hadn’t even noticed the bloody blade next to you, same with the half-empty bottle of vodka. The blade was so close to you, yet so far away. You saw the blood on its ridges and wondered who had a chance to get to it before you. You were the one that wanted to suffer no more. The only thing that you needed to do was to just stretch your hand. But even this simple move was too much for you. Your friend must have noticed that there was no point in trying to cooperate with you.
“Get up, change into new clothes. I’ll take you to bed.”
Instructions were something you could follow, as it turned out a few minutes later when you were being put to bed by your dearest friend, Namjoon. He asked if you wanted him to lie with you, and you must have nodded your head, as he soon held you into his body. You knew it was healthy to cry your sadness out, but it must have been out of your limits, as you closed your eyes and went straight into deep night sleep.
You wandered through the land of Morpheus, dreaming of the future that was now lost, of the happy moments with your three kids. Your dogs chasing after them in the garden through the sprinklers. Then you, sat on the porch with your husband right next to you, your fingers entangled with his, smiles and pride evident on both of your faces. Your heart filled with joy, happiness, love, pure bliss.
Soon enough, though, you had to leave the land you started to love so much, to go back to the cruel reality. In your bed, there was no one. Namjoon must have gone to work; at least that’s what you thought and slightly hoped for. You reached for your phone that was placed yesterday on the nightstand next to your bed. Your stomach reminded you of the desire to eat, so you decided to order something from the place near your house. Jajangmyeon and japchae. Your favourite dishes.
Ten minutes later your food had arrived, so you left your bed in order to get breakfast. That’s when you noticed that Namjoon didn’t leave your apartment. No, in fact, he went even further. He brought the rest of your group. You thought it was your delivery ringing the doorbell, but it was your friends.
“Y/N!” Jimin ran to you and enveloped you in an honest hug. You didn’t return it, you only looked at the hands of Jin that had them full of dishes he must have cooked for you. So, you left Jimin, grabbed the dishes you needed, went to the kitchen for some chopsticks and sat by the table to eat.
“Hey, baby girl, you alright?” this was all you needed to snap. The two words that were reserved for your lover, the cause of your self-hatred, was all you needed to snap. To start screaming, to start the uncontrollable stream of tears going out of eyes.
All of it was such a blur, that until this day you don’t know what you screamed. The only thing you remember from snapping was what happened after it. All 6 of the boys cuddled you, not letting go until your legs gave out. Until your heart brought the sadness it should bring from the beginning. Until your tears dried out, and until your devastating emotions came back alive.
“It’s all my fault.”
“Darling, it isn’t your fault, trust me. It’s even beyond him, he had to do it.” You heard Jin’s voice clearly, so clearly that you felt as if his words were a loud church bell sounding on the Sunday’s morning mass. His words lingered in your thoughts and when you thought that this is the end; that they were gone; that you could let it go, move on, they came back. The thoughts of you being the fault for your unhappiness, the thoughts of him being forced to break up with you because of your circumstances. Because you were different. Because you weren’t normal as every single person around him. They always sneaked their way back to your mind.
You saw your friends almost every day after the breakup. They always made sure for someone to drop by your place in the evening and check on you. Sometimes they’d stay for the night, hugging your body tightly to their chests, talking to you total nonsense to stop you from crying. To distract you.
That’s how you came up with your plan. You decided to make the boys feel good, make them happier, remove this constant worry from their lives. You didn’t want to add to their stresses and worries; you knew what kind of restraint their careers put on them, and you didn’t want to add another problem to the already big pile. You watched them becoming more relaxed around you; you watched them giving you their biggest smiles, whenever they saw a delicate smile on your lips. You watched them going to their own beds at night.
Finally, after a few weeks of this tiring affectation from you, you got the big news. This was actually the first time you felt happy in months. Yes, you pretended to be happy, and you felt relieved when you saw your boys smiling, but what you felt at that moment was pure happiness. You jumped around your room, singing to happy songs, dancing around with wine in your hand and snacks on the table. They were going on tour, finally.
There was still a lot of time before they went, but you’d found endless sources for being happy in front of them, now that you knew they were going away. This only made them feel even better. They were worried for you for the past few months, ever since Yoongi broke up with you. They all tried to convince Yoongi to ask for you back, they all believed that you two together, was what made you both truly happy. That you both were destined to be together. They didn’t understand why he broke up with you. He never told them the true reason behind, always dismissed them with:
“It’s better for both of us.”
Finally, the day came. You’ve met with them the day before, drank some alcohol, wished them luck on their tour and wished them to have many amazing memories to tell you when they’ll come back. And you hugged them. Jimin asked you constantly whether everything is alright, but the only thing you said to him, every single time, was:
“Yes, Jimin. I’m finally happy.”
So you’d prepared everything the same night. The moment they left the country, you’d started to realise your plan. You went to your favourite restaurant, your favourite park, played with dogs at the shelter. You bought your favourite brand of vodka, you took out your pills and ran a warm bath at night, to watch the stars for the last time.
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First Kiss
[Kind of requested by @randomfandom-bs] Summary: After the rescue from the boat, Aasim goes back on a solo mission to find Ruby who has somehow fallen behind. A/N: It took me so long to write this angsty work, because everytime I sat down to write, I’d cry my heart out. Angst is not relaly my forte, that’s why I’m practicing more. Please, don’t hate me and please be kind with your words. I ended up sensitive after writing this. Also big thanks to K who helped me with the proof reading and editing. Love you so much!! Word Count: 4805
They were getting close. Louis and Aasim helped a limping Omar who was too in pain to walk on his own.
Their eagerness to reach Ericson’s was far more powerful than any other encouraging speech Aasim could have come up with at the moment.
It’s not like he wanted to talk anyway. And judging by Omar’s constant wincing, he didn't want to open his mouth, either
And Louis; as much as he’d love to forget the past for one second by coming up with a witty observation or a dumb joke, he just couldn’t.
The minutes they spent running away from the boat in flames were the longest of their lives.
The three of them were all alone, with only each other as company in their silent journey.
They didn’t know anything about their friends. No signs of Clementine, AJ or Violet.
Aasim’s only consolation was the idea of finding them at Ericson’s all safe and sound, and the only way to get that certainty was to keep walking until they reach home.
‘There’s no place like home’ He reminded himself everytime he thought he was about to collapse.
Soon enough, they reached to the familiar traps that lead to the high walls that surrounded their school.
Up in the watchtower, Willy waved at them and hurried down to open the gates for his incoming friends.
Louis helped Omar sit down in one of the benches, before plopping himself down next to him and rested his head on his forearms.
As drained as Aasim was, he didn’t allow himself to sit or stand still.
‘Willy, give them some water, I’m going to get Ruby so she can patch them up’
Before Aasim could run off, Willy grabbed his arm and gave him a silent look.
Aasim could read the worry in his eyes.
‘Where is Ruby, Willy’ He asked, anxiety building up again.
‘I’m all alone in here, Ruby-
‘She wasn’t on the boat, where is she?’ Aasim insisted
‘I don’t know, she should have been here by now, but nobody else has arrived so far’
‘When was the last time you saw her?’
‘B-by the hay, before Clem and the others got into the boat’
‘Shit’ Aasim shook his head ‘You mean she’s still out there? That was hours ago!’ The volume in his voice made Willy take a step back.
‘We need to wait for the rest to come back. I’m sure she’s with them, man’ Omar said as an failed attempt to calm his friend down.
‘We can’t fucking wait!’ Aasim yelled, tired of everyone’s passiveness ‘Louis could die if ...a-and Ruby could be in serious danger all by herself…We need to get her back’
Words came out of his mouth with difficulty as he spoke, but he didn’t care. It was an urgent matter and his friends needed tot wake up.
When he got no response from any of them, he ran off towards the school, desperately looking for something, anything he could use to defend himself that was better than the small knife he was carrying.
‘Let me go with you. I’m tired of waiting’
Aasim shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder.
‘I need you to take care of them and be alert. Protect the school. Can I count on you?’
Willy nodded and Aasim walked away without further words.
Though tired and hurting, he walked decisively towards the forest in search for his friend.
He needed to find her, or he would lose his mind. Many doubts assaulted his mind as he continued walking.
What if she was hurt?, or worse,
What if he never found her?
She was the only one who could truly help their friends and if she was really gone, then all hope was gone with her.
He shook his questions off, refusing to believe such ugly fate for her.
‘Ruby knows how to defend herself’ He thought, trying to reassure himself, wiping sweat and frustration tears off his face-
All through his hurried walk, he felt observed. He knew there was something following him, but everytime he turned around and observed his surroundings, he found nothing besides trees and leaves. He began thinking maybe it was a squirrel or a rabbit scuttling away as he made his way through the forest, but he never stopped feeling like he wasn’t alone.
The shot of adrenaline he got after he left the school was starting to wear off and he suddenly felt every possible physical discomfort at once. He sat on the ground with a tired groan, never letting go of his bow. Right as he was starting to get comfortable, the sound of rattling leaves in the distance startled him and made him turn around and shoot an arrow without thinking twice.
‘Lord Almighty!’ A voice cried from the shadows. Aasim immediately recognized the distinctive intonation and ran towards its source as fast as the arrow he shot moments earlier.
When he found his friend hidden in the darkness, he couldn’t contain his joy.
‘Ruby!’ He smiled, relieved he didn’t hurt her. He wanted to hug her tight and kiss her, so he could truly convince himself he wasn’t dreaming, but before he could even think of walking closer to her, he got punched in the arm.
‘You could have killed me!’
Aasim didn’t mind the violence or the set of curse words that followed her scold. He knew he had it coming.
Ruby felt silent as he took a moment to really see her under the poor moonlight. Her tired eyes glared at him. She was dirty, furious and just as exhausted as him. Maybe even more, judging by her unusual heavy breathing.
She truly was much stronger that she ever let on. Aasim embraced her, feeling a kind of bliss he hadn’t felt in a long time.
‘I’m sorry about the arrow...I just’ He tried talking through his happy tears ‘I’m just so happy I found you safe and sound’
He tightened his grip around her without noticing and all he got in response was a muffled whimper.
He looked at her as she flinched out of his arms. His worry grew when her guilty eyes met his.
‘Ruby, what’s wrong?’ He asked as softly as he could.
‘I…’ She hesitated ‘I don’t think I’m safe at all…’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I got bit’ She confessed quietly, looking at her feet.
‘What?’ He breathed
‘A walker bit my arm while I was trying to distract the people guarding the entrance of the boat, so the others could get in and-’
‘How, how didn’t you see it coming? Fuck, Ruby, how could you be so…?’ Aasim ranted angrily as the girl shed her first tears in front of him.
The boy was too busy cursing at everything and everyone to notice the frightened girl before him.
‘I was too focused on not being seen and the walker came out of nowhere and I couldn’t get the motherfucker off in time’ She explained. The boy still couldn’t believe it. There was a lot to process in such a little time, but it would be easier to believe all she was saying if he had solid evidence.
‘Show me’ He demanded.
Ruby shook her head, instinctively covering up her forearm with her left hand
‘No, Aasim, you don’t need to-’
‘Show me, now.’ He insisted with impatience in his voice. He frowned as she painfully lifted up her torn up sleeve. Deep down he knew he didn’t want to see it. He wanted her to tell him she was just joking, but he knew she would never joke with something as serious as that.
His heart sunk when she revealed a noticeable set of teeth marks darkening her skin. A chunk of her forearm was missing.
Ruby winced when he examined the open wound closely. The color had changed from a healthy pink to a yellowish green, due to the infection now running in her blood.
‘Not so hard’ She mumbled at the verge of tears. He was only checking the tension of her skin, but to her, it felt like he was burning her with his fingertips.
‘Can you…?’ He looked up, only to find Ruby already shaking her head. She knew exactly what he was thinking.
‘Even if I tried, cutting my arm wouldn’t help. It’s been too long. I already feel weak, I’m not sure but I think I started a fever, too’
Aasim reached to feel her forehead. His hand almost burned against her skin.
‘How long...until…’
‘I don’t know’ She shrugged ‘It could be a couple minutes, or a couple hours...There’s not really a way of knowin’...All I know is there’s nothing I can do, I’m going to-’
Her quickened breathing soon turned into hyperventilation as she finally surrendered to panic.
Her sorrow started to spread outside her, reaching his friend who was watching her cry her heart out without knowing what to do.
He didn’t give it much thought and embraced the girl to contain her as she kept weeping against his chest.
‘You’ll be alright’ He whispered.
‘I don’t want to die, Aasim, I don’t want to go’ She begged, clinging to him as if some kind of force was pulling her away from him.
‘We need to go back, I’m sure we can find something there that will bring you back to health’
‘Nothing can fix me up, it’s too late for me’ she sniffled ‘ I ain’t comin’ back. I don’t want to be there when I turn. I don’t want to scare or bite anybody’ She looked at Aasim straight in his eyes ‘You best leave me here’
‘What? No!’
‘It’s for the best, trust me’
‘Are you serious? Letting you turn into a walker?’
‘You need to go’ Ruby insisted ‘Just...let nature run its course’
‘Do you really want to be one of...them?’
The shake of her head confused him even more.
‘I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to turn into anything but it’s gonna happen no matter what I do��
‘You’re not thinking this through’
‘I also don’t want you to kill me before my time. It’s not your burden to bear’
‘What kind of person do you think I am? Aasim exclaimed. Killing her wasn’t an option to him and he started to believe maybe she really thought of every possible option available.
Her tearful eyes blinked at him, evidencing her silent resignation.
Aasim tried not to cry in front of her, but it was almost impossible at that point.
‘It’s for the best’ She insisted, quietly, trying to convince herself of her fate and her inability to change it.
‘There’s still so much...I can- You can’t die yet, you hear me? You won’t-’
She lifted her left hand to fix his hair. A sad smile adorned her face as Aasim continued crying.
His heart was pounding fast. It was different from the last time they were alone together, though. Knowing she wasn’t going to be around anymore only made it worse.
He wanted to say all the things he had kept in secret all those years, but she beat him to the punch.
‘If only I knew I would end up like this...I would have used my free time a little better...’
Aasim frowned. Her words caught him off guard.
‘W-what do you mean?’
A soft stroke in his cheek made him close his eyes, giving in completely to her caring touch. His heart raced even faster now. It was starting to feel like the last time, only ten times more intense. He wasn’t imagining anything. She was there for real, being her most tender and sincere self.
In any other scenario, he would have been thrilled to be this close to her in the middle of the forest, but reality was different and as he realized the cruelty of life, he couldn’t stop his tears from flowing.
He couldn’t believe he was losing her right as he got a real chance to let her know how important she was to him; tell her about the countless sleepless nights he spent trying to understand his feelings for her and the many lines he dedicated to her in the dead of the night.
Now, the future he would often envision was lacking its bright light.
He opened his mouth to say something in response to her display of affection, but all his thoughts were grim and she didn’t deserve any more hopelessness, so he decided to stay silent and show back his love in another manner.
Ruby’s hand rested on his chest as he kissed her forehead. She suddenly felt the world was spinning around her. Her eyes closed slowly as her head nodded against the boy.
‘Careful’ He helped her sit down.
‘I got a little sleepy’ She said with a drowsy smile, trying to stop her own body from trembling.
He let her lean on him, passing one arm over her shoulder. The night was at its darkest point. The air was cold and reeked of death. He could only imagine how scared she was.
Despite everything, her smile remained. At least he was there.
‘I don’t know if you know this, but-’ She coughed ‘I used to have a crush on you’
He never knew
‘Really?’ He breathed, blushing in the dark as he felt her nodding against his chest ‘I never noticed’
‘It was silly at first. It started when I first got here. I was a mess and you would never say a word. I guess I wanted to be like you but I couldn’t keep quiet if it killed me and the other boys would always make me so angry all the time’ Aasim chuckled at the memory, as she continued talking ‘I still find it cool, that you are like that-I still like you, you’re the only person I’ve ever liked...you know, in a special way’
Aasim took a couple of seconds to process Ruby’s words. Maybe she was delirious, but he wasn’t asking for clarification in a moment like that. Instead, he took a chance and reciprocated her feelings.
‘I’ve always liked you for your energy, from the little feisty girl I met years ago, to the driven woman you are now. I have to admit, sometimes, I wish I could have gone and punch a couple of teachers like you did in some occasions’
Ruby looked up, while he mindlessly played with her hair and spoke casually about his feelings towards her. She wanted to ask if he was serious, but his gentle touch was evidence enough.
A sense of safety surrounded her, making her forget these were her last moments.
‘Well ain’t you cute’ She whispered with some difficulty, forcing a grin through her stinging pain.
‘It was a long time ago’ He shrugged.
‘I wish we could have talked about this sooner’ She confessed ‘Imagine how different this would have been if we…’
She forgot what she was saying when she looked up and found him starting at her lovingly. She knew what he had in mind and just as he leaned closer, she flinched and quickly scooted away from him.
‘I don’t want you to end up like this’ She covered her wounded arm, fear running cold in her veins.
He was hurt, not by her rejective attitude, but her fear. He wanted to make her feel better, but didn’t know how.
He apologized, extending his hand to her. When he got no answer, he crawled closer and held her left hand.
‘I’m sorry if I was too invasive’
‘I didn’t mean to, I just- I really don’t want to hurt you’
‘You couldn’t…’
Ruby let go of his hand and traced his mouth with her thumb- Aasim listened to her soft plea.
‘Promise me. I need to be sure you won’t get...this if we kiss’
‘I don’t think it works like that’ He chuckled. She kept serious and as soon as he read her expression, he corrected himself ‘I promise’
There was no way to know for sure if he was lying.
Not even he knew if that was a possibility.
At this point, he didn’t care.
Maybe she wanted him to kiss her despite her biggest fears.
Maybe he could kiss her fears away..
She believed so as their lips met. For one second, she forgot about the world ending, at least for her.
Their first kiss burned in their mouths while a mixture of newfound feelings and sensations filled their minds.
She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, still not believing what happened.
She didn’t care about the pain anymore. She only cared about the moment she just had with Aasim and how happy he made her feel, even if it was for a couple of minutes.
She made a mental list of all the things she’d give just to be like that with him for as long as they wanted.
But time was running low quickly. She felt weaker by the minute.
She tried to pull away from Aasim, but he knew what would happen if he let her go.
He tightened his grip as she tried to struggle.
‘Come on, now...’ She sighed ‘You have to let me go, it could happen anytime and I don’t want you near enough to hurt you’
‘I’m not leaving you’ He insisted ‘You’re not dying alone’
She wanted to yell at him to leave her alone, but she knew well she would only be wasting her last bit of energy.
Instead, she stopped struggling and went back to her quiet begging. He couldn’t understand her, but decided to let her go.
‘Thank you’ She smiled and kissed his cheek ‘For bein' here’
Right as she finished her sentence, her smile faded as her vision was covered by a fog-like whiteness. She felt her own voice echoing Aasim’s name as she slipped out of consciousness.
He watched in panic as she collapsed against him.
Trying to regain his strength, he cradled her, hoping she’d wake up soon. She never responded to her name, no matter how many times Aasim called. Eventually, he stopped insisting.
He laid her on the ground, making sure she was comfortable in her deep sleep, and lay down beside her for a while, silently considering his options and all the possible consequences to his actions as he admired the beautiful starry night above them. It reminded him of the particular shine in Ruby’s eyes every time she talked about her plants or the animals she used to have as pets when she was little.
A smile flourished among these melancholic thoughts.
He looked over at her, realizing for the first time her eyes might not open ever again and the breathtaking glimmer in her look was now a thing of the past; something he would treasure as one of his most precious memories from now on.
Only then he realized how much he would miss her.
Struggling with the panic building up inside him, he decided to check her vitals, just like she taught him once.
She was hardly breathing, the beat of her heart was getting slower and slower as minutes passed.
Helpless, he brushed a strand of her fire-red hair while fighting back tears.
He glanced at her arm. Most of the skin around the wound was now blackened and decaying due to the severe infection.
He looked around them. Someone had to be around. He refused to believe this was the end. Someone would eventually come over and save them both.
But that didn’t happen. No matter how long he waited, he was alone in this. Nobody came to their rescue and Ruby was still unconscious next to him.
He finally gave in to his despair. The cursing became recurring and loud. Nobody was really there to see him break down, anyways.
His tears fell on Ruby’s jacket as he leaned over. She was dying before his eyes and there was nothing he could do to save her. He shook his head, refusing to believe that with the last drop of hope he still had.
There were still so many unsaid things he would have loved to share with her; so many gifts, so many experiences he never go to give her. And all because she was bitten while trying to save him.
Aasim dried his tears with his sleeve and held her hand.
‘I love you, Ruby’ He kissed her forehead before he realized he was already saying his goodbyes ‘Thank you for keeping us alive for so long’
Deep down, he knew she couldn’t hear him, no matter how much he wanted to reach out to her, wherever she was. He uttered no further words. Instead, he watched in silence as her once pink cheeks gradually turned into a sickly yellow and then a lifeless gray.
He soon realized she had stopped breathing.
When he finally came to terms with the fact that she was gone for good, he stood up and wiped the last few tears off his face . With his bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, he walked a little farther from Ruby, waiting for the inevitable.
About ten feet away, he heard the distinct groan of a recently turned walker. He didn’t turn around, he didn’t want to shoot her, even when he knew that wasn’t really her. Not anymore.
She never wanted to die.
She never wanted to turn.
It would be cruel of him to let her wander the forest like that.
He turned around and tensed his bow.
He wanted to apologize to her. He knew all that wasn’t fair. Life was brutal. Especially when it decided to give Ruby a premature death, and especially when it decided to give him the opportunity to meet and love Ruby only to take her away from him just as he was finally going to be loved back.
He aimed directly at her.
Life was unfair to them both. Death was cruel, too.
“Why did it have to be her? Why not take me, instead?”
He let her walk closer to him before he shot his arrow straight in her right eye.
Her body fell to the ground slowly, her left hand reaching out to him in a last attempt to get him, although Aasim read that as her last attempt to stay among the living.
He dropped his bow and ran closer to her lifeless body. Once it finally stopped moving, he turned it over to retrieve his arrow as it was is routine when killing walkers.
He grabbed the arrow, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull it out.
His stomach couldn’t handle it. He stepped back hastily, retching. He fell on his knees, feeling sick of himself.
Even when it was all over, he still felt like the worst person alive.
He fell to his side and curled up, unable to contain himself, mourning in long wails, feeling almost as if his own soul was escaping his body.
Nobody was coming to help.
Hope was already lost.
He remembered the small knife he had in his back pocket and took it out to examine it while toying with the idea of quitting the losing game he dared to call life.
He sighed deeply, and closing his eyes, he placed the sharp blade against his neck.
He couldn’t. He didn’t have the guts- or at least that’s what he kept repeating over and over while his agitated chest kept making him cry out of sheer panic. Right as he was about to push the knife against his skin, he heard his name loud and clear.
He looked over at Ruby’s body, but it was right as he had left it. Instead, he was lifted up by two people.
On his right, there was a guy he had never seen before. On his left, Clementine.
‘Let’s take you back’ She said, taking the knife from his hands and putting it away.
Aasim shook his head violently , trying to speak through his tears.
‘What’s the matter?’ The stranger asked Clementine in a soft voice, but she was just as lost.
Aasim tried again, but AJ spoke first when he walked a little farther.
‘Ruby…?’
Clementine walked closer to where AJ was to confirm the little boy’s suspicions.
In the faint first morning light, they could clearly see it was indeed Ruby’s corpse, turned into a walker, with an arrow in her eye.
‘What the fuck happened here?’ Clementine asked, turning to Aasim, who was too ashamed to look at her in the eyes.
‘I couldn’t save her. She got bit and I couldn’t save-’
‘We can ask all the questions later, we need to help him soon, he’s clearly not okay’ The stranger interceded.
’N-No!’ Aasim cried ‘ We have to get her back. She can’t be-she can’t stay here. We need to bury her, we need to take her home, we-’ Clementine interrupted his rambling with a tight hug.
‘We’re not leaving her here. She going home with us’ She reassured him.
After a while, they got everything ready and headed back to the school.
The welcome was warm until everyone saw what Clementine, James and AJ brought along with them.
‘Ruby’ Willy whispered, watching in disbelief as James and Aasim walked inside, carrying her body.
The atmosphere turned tense with the general shocked silence.
Aasim walked away from the small crowd without saying a word. Nobody stopped him as he grabbed the shovel and started digging next to Ms. Martin’s grave.
His pacing showed his determination to make it as deep as he could. He felt as if he might break down again if he ever stopped.
‘Here’ Clementine interrupted his train of thought ‘Let me help...you need to rest’ She took the shovel from his hands. Aasim walked inside the greenhouse. He looked around, looking for anything alive that could serve as an ornament to Ruby’s grave.
She would have wanted it to look pretty.
He was too focused on a pot with tiny white flowers, when a knock on the door startled him. He turned around to see Louis on the doorway, looking devastated.
‘Come in’ Aasim said, leaving the small pot back on the table. Louis walked in, and before Aasim could say anything, he was a being hugged again.
Louis wasn’t attempting to give his friend comfort. He was looking for consolation himself and from Louis’ silent tears, Aasim realized he was not the only one hurting from Ruby’s parting. The two of them stood in the middle of the greenhouse, crying into each other’s shoulders the loss of their dear friend, until Clementine announced quietly that it was time for the burial.
Louis walked out, but Clementine stood in Aasim’s way just as he was heading out.
‘Back there, when we found you guys, you had this in your hand’ She pulled out his knife out of her pócket ‘Can I ask-?’
‘No’ Aasim interrupted ‘No, please don’t ask’
‘I hate to be that person, but you realize that killing yourself wouldn’t have fixed anything? We would have lost you, too…’
‘I understand’ He looked away, clearly uncomfortable with Clementine’s little lecture.
‘I mean, this is not over yet, and we already lost Ruby-’
‘I know. Clementine. I was there’ He snapped at her, walking out.
Right outside, Tenn was putting a flower crown on Ruby’s head. Violet held the crying boy as she said a few last words in her memory while James refilled the grave with dirt.
Aasim kept quiet the whole time. He felt like staying silent for the rest of his life.
After everyone left, he sat in front of the grave to plant the little flowers he had found earlier.
‘I’m going to miss her’ Willy mumbled as he sat next to him ‘I can’t believe it...First Mitch and then, Ruby…’ A hopeless sigh escaped his mouth. Aasim looked over just to find a broken little boy. He believed Willy had adopted many personality traits from Mitch, but only then he realized how much he truly took after him. Rough on the outside, but forever a lost boy on the inside.
‘Willy…I’m sorry’ He wanted to explain more about how it all went down, but couldn’t find the words. Losing Mitch had already been a tough blow on him. Now, he lost the only mother figure he could clearly remember ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t bring her back alive’
‘Just...promise me you wont die soon?’ He said, sniffling. Aasim looked at him as the boy faced him to insist ‘Promise?’
He passed one arm over his shoulder and cuddled him.
‘I promise I won’t die soon’ He muttered.
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Through the Veil | Pt.7
• Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook • Genre: Angst / Fluff | demon!AU (→ Gifset Trailer) • Words: 11k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue ↳ (AO3) • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol and violence / death / graphic content
↳ Jungkook is pretty sure that he is a normal human being, but he is also sure that this book, he got from his grandma, is a cookbook. So when it turns out that the words he's reciting are not to cook some tasty meal but to summon something from the depth of the underworld - then maybe there are a few more suprises for him in stock. « previous chapter | masterlist | next chapter »
Jungkook had no chance to say anything against Yoongi and with the knowledge that Persephone herself wanted to see him before would go back home, there was definitely no other way but to obey and stay. He sighed deeply but nodded in defeat.
Yoongi had told him a little bit about the different worlds and layers and how exhausting it was to go from one to the other, especially if you were summoned so quickly and out of thin air. Jungkook remembered that he had felt even more guilty that day.
Leaning in, Jungkook kissed Yoongi sweetly on the corner of his lips. “But…but I don’t have to stay with him, right? I can stay here at your home?” Jungkook whispered, when his stomach interrupted him, growling low, making all three of them look at it, “Also…do you maybe have food somewhere?”
“Uhm...food…,” Yoongi looked at the younger dumbfoundedly having completely forgotten that Jungkook needed regular food over all that almost-dying and getting him to rest stuff he’s had going on. “To be honest - I don’t know? But I can get someone else to make sure you’re in good hands and taken care of. He’s a...someone I know.”
‘Friend’ was a strange word in the underworld, especially in between demons. But Yoongi would consider Hoseok something like that. He was a fellow demon that he had known for literally ages. It also solved the problem of Jungkook not wanting to stay with the jackal because, even though messengers never stayed for long, Yoongi wouldn’t have felt right to just leave Jungkook alone at home. He couldn’t even close a door here. Not that a closed door would keep anyone who wanted to harm him out but...it was the thought that counted. Yoongi felt like the little kiss Jungkook had just gave him had turned his thoughts into cotton candy, slowing down his mind and kicking his heart into overdrive. Or maybe it was the effects of making out like this and then suddenly being interrupted. He wondered where exactly Jungkookie would have drawn the line if the messengers appearance hadn’t interrupted him.
Jungkook hadn’t had much time to ask Yoongi further about who his friend was, only telling him that he would find him and bring him said food. Just a second later Yoongi was gone and with him the Schakal. Jungkook put his hands into his pocket as he walked further into the cave. He had tried to look for some food here, but like the demon had said there was nothing. Yoongi’s home was a lot different from the fairy ones. While the fairy had chosen a colorful interior, Yoongi’s cave was… cold, distant but essential. It was entirely him.
Jungkook loved to feel the presence of him in every corner in a way. When he found Yoongi’s closet though, a smile stole its way on his lips, wanting to desperately change into something more casual. His loose shirt and boxers looked way too much like pyjamas and there was no way he would meet a queen like that. Tipping his finger on his chin, Jungkook contemplated, he could either chose something black with something black, or something grey with something black. Giggling he chose some lose pants and a grey shirt he found that fit him (though it was a little tight around his chest, making his muscles stand out).
After a while, Jungkook found himself dipping his feet into the water of the lake in the middle of the dark cave, bored out of his mind and just so hungry. Why was the friend taking so long?
Jungkook got up and over to the entrance. Looking left and right, he contemplated for a moment but then his curiosity got the better of him. Jungkook promised himself to not go too far, just a few steps. A sniffing sound had the younger stilling in what he was doing though. It sounded different from the natural sounds of the cave, the occasional drip-drops of the stalactites or a soft lapping of water if something in the lake stirred. Listening attentively in his otherwise silent surroundings it actually seemed to come closer, become louder and suddenly his stomach was in knots and Jungkook was almost glad that he hadn’t eating anything that could be churning in his gut now. However, as soon as it had come the sound vanished. Jungkook stayed frozen for a few seconds longer, just to make sure - but when nothing else happened he shrugged his shoulders, convinced that it must have been some small cave animal that lived here. His ears weren’t quite good enough to catch the soft sounds of claws clicking against the stony floor.
Jungkook walked ahead, looking around carefully as to not to bump into any other demon. He had promised Yoongi to keep safe and since his friend seemed nowhere to be found, Jungkook took measures in his own hand. Something in the distance caught the younger one’s attention right away, something that looked like a garden or forest and it had… fruits! Jungkook jumped in happiness. Maybe he could find an apple tree or something familiar. Wanting to quicken his steps again, Jungkook suddenly felt a presence behind him, way too close to his body for his own liking, which made him froze. Only carefully he turned around.
The dog in front of him looked just as confused as Jungkook was. If it even was a dog. His teeth seemed too long and sharp for that, shiny white like bones peeking from flesh. His fur was pitch black, and looked inky with how thick it was. It looked incredibly soft for such a creature, everything else of him anything but soft, pure muscle and power right under his skin. When it moved its paw the claws were digging into the soil easily, long and curved, like daggers and just that sharp. The dog made a sound between a bark, a growl and a howl, as if it couldn't quite decide how to react to Jungkook.
The human boy cocked his head to the side, noticing the same diffused look on the dog’s face in front of him. Flashing him a bright smile, Jungkook reached out his hand, completely disregarding the fact that this dog might not be a kind creature. It hesitated for a second and Jungkook took a deep breath, before he stepped closer. “Hey,” Jungkook said with a soft voice, happy when the dog just started sniffling on his hand, “Have you been following me? Or are you lost?” The eyes of the dog only grew bigger and Jungkook couldn’t resist but pat over his head that the creature leaned into softly. “You can come with me if you want?” Jungkook asked as if he expected an answer, but it was answer enough when the hellhound leaned in more, barking happily while Jungkook was ruffling his fur up. The dog got up on its legs easily, placing his paws against Jungkook's chest with a force that spoke of too much energy and unrestrained power. He jipped at his fur being ruffled, wagging its tail so much it practically started dancing on his hind legs. Everything about his outer appearance was telling ‘scary monster’ but his eyes were asking Jungkook to play with him. He snapped at Jungkook playfully, canines clicking sharply while his wet, cold snout pressed against Jungkook’s side. When Jungkook didn’t run but instead started to give him contra, patting his back and teasing him with his hand the hellhound started barking loudly in his joy, not quite a dog’s bark but something more deep and unsettling, quite a contrast to the happy dog that was the source of it.
However, within one second the dogs behaviour changed completely, his carefree, playful manner vanishing as he ducked, tail in between his legs. For a moment he stood frozen, then he howled miserable and dashed away so quickly Jungkookie had absolutely no time to react. Before he had the time to call after him he heard a voice too close to his ear to be comfortable, “Well, well, if I didn’t find myself two little lost puppies at once here. Tell me, Jungkookie, what are you doing all alone out here? Waiting for me? I thought I was supposed to pick you up?”
Jungkook jerked at the cold voice behind him and he quickly turned around when he heard his name coming from the stranger’s lips. “Are...are you Yoongi’s friend?” Jungkook asked, rolling his shoulders back to get his confidence back. The friend of Yoongi’s was tall, but just as slim as Yoongi was. He let his gaze wander over the dark, red hair, the horns, the dark, black eyes down to the wicked smile that had appeared on his lips. Jungkook had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach and suddenly he was missing Yoongi desperately. But he told him, the other demon was a friend, right? So, Jungkook could trust him. Jungkook flashed him a bright smile before he spoke up again, “Thank you for coming though. I am really hungry and Yoongi said you could help me?”
“Oh yeah, I’m totally gonna help you, little one,” Hoseok placed a finger under Jungkook’s chin and forced his head up as if he was holding his whole head in his hands. Yoongi had always handled Jungkookie with care after they had made up, holding himself back so Jungkook had never felt overpowered. Hoseok didn’t care about that. He was stronger than the human boy and he wanted him to feel that.
“Tell me, beautiful - what exactly did you do to Yoongi? I haven’t quite figured it out yet. But it must have something to do with, what is in your blood. I would get a taste if I wasn’t so sure you’d be toxic to me, wouldn’t you? And you being still untouched must either mean you are way stronger than you look - or you fucked up Yoongi pretty well. What is it, hm? Tell me what you are hiding behind those pretty eyes and innocent face of yours. Think we can talk it out like this or do I have to take you apart to see what’s inside of you?”
The fear creeped its way so incredibly fast back into Jungkook’s bone that he shivered from it. “Wh- what,” Jungkook stammered, suddenly feeling helpless in Hoseok’s grip, “I don’t know anything. Please, I just…accidentally summoned Yoongi. You can ask him! I didn’t do it on purpose!” Hoseok was strong, way stronger than Jungkook – that he knew. So, the younger one would stand no chance. No matter what he would do.
“Believe me,” Jungkook looked up into the demon’s black eyes, “I want Yoongi to be free, believe me. I just…I don’t know, please ask Yoongi. He will tell you. Please, you’re hurting me!” Jungkook was whining in distress, the grip getting tighter, as he tried to struggle against the hold. “Oh, I know damn well what Yoongi would tell me. That you are the sweetest boy to ever walk the earth, the softest of the soft, more beautiful than the queen of the underworld herself, the best that could have ever happened to him. Well he didn't quite word it like that but his actions and what he told me spoke for itself. How did you do it? Was it like that when you summoned him? Or did you poison him, feeding him your angel blood bit after bit until the only voice he heard was yours and he only had eyes for you? How can I undo it? How can I get the real Yoongi back? Tell me!” He shook Jungkook, the boys shirt ripping under his cruel grip and claws nicking the skin just barely but enough to make him bleed. Hoseok hissed as if the mere look of his blood was disgusting him.
Jungkook let out a scream, when he could feel the claws ripping into his skin. This just couldn’t happen. How was he always running into some kind of trouble? “I didn’t do anything,” Jungkook whined, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall again. He could barely do anything, his body too weak to function. Jungkook hadn’t eaten in a day, had almost died somewhere in between and only had a bowl of water the night before. He felt dizzy, the scratches on his chest were painful even if they weren’t deep. “Please, I can’t do magic. It’s just the bond between us, nothing more that I did,” Jungkook voice was shaking, “I wouldn’t hurt him and he…. He wouldn’t hurt me! Yoongi promised me.”
Hoseok leaned forward until his face was only a hair's breadth away from Jungkooks. “It’s a good thing I didn’t promise anything then, did I?” He trailed his finger along the side of Jungkooks face before closing his hand around his throat roughly. “This is your last chance to tell me on your terms. I might show some mercy if you do. Maybe. All depending on how quickly I can reverse whatever you did but if you refuse to talk and continue to play the dumb little boy then I promise you something else. I will make you talk, one way or another. And it’s gonna get ugly. We do want to spare that, both to you and Yoongi, don’t we? Because we care about him so much?” His expression hardened, giving away that he cared for Yoongi a bit more than he was giving away.
Jungkook was shaking, the tears dwelling in the corner of his eyes. Hoseok wasn’t listening to him or believing him in any way and it was making the panic flare up inside of him. A side of him could understand that he would want to protect his friend, but Jungkook hadn’t done anything. He had never wanted to harm his demon. “Please, can’t we wait until Yoongi is back… he should be back any minute,” He whimpered quietly, looking up at the sky silently begging for the demon to appear again and save him once more. But there was nothing. “Oh god, please,” He begged one last time, “Believe me!”
“No way. I want to have this done before he comes back. I don’t want to see him like this ever again. So....so weak and vulnerable. He seemed almost human! That’s what you’ve done to him! He wouldn’t survive one week in hell if he stays like that. But you don’t care, do you. Only for your own pathetic life. Don’t worry, I’ll free you of that burden. Maybe the spell breaks when you’re dead just like the bond will. And if it doesn’t…,” Something like pain flickered through his eyes as if he knew how badly it would break Yoongi’s heart to find Jungkookie killed when he came back. But as soon as it had come it dies down and Hoseok straightened up, “...then I’m sure he’s gonna cope. He’ll just go back to normal eventually. Sooner or later.” With that he spread out his wings in a ripping sound and a rush of air and forceful janked Jungkook up into the sky with him. Jungkook choked violently, his hands holding tightly onto Hoseok’s arm as they went higher and higher. There was nothing holding him but the grip around his neck, which made it so hard for him to breathe. He was struggling at first, trying to somehow get away but what should he do? If the demon let him go then he would be done for. His eyes were begging and pleading for Hoseok to let him down again, not even daring to look down to see how high up they were. This would kill him for sure and there was no one else around who could help him.
Meanwhile, Persephone sat on her throne, her nails tapping onto the marble stone as she was waiting impatiently. The Schakal stood next to her, seemingly nervous that she would behead him if Yoongi wouldn’t come back soon, just out of rage.
Yoongi was feeling nauseous. “Stupid book!”, He cursed, blaming the innocent thing for how horrible he felt. At first he had thought that it was the bond again, acting up because he and Jungkookie were in different realms. He had hurried, getting into the apartment, then taking the next best cover and throwing it over the angelbook as if it was a poisonous snake he needed to tame. But he was rather cautious than getting burnt, thank you very much. Wrapped up and pinned under his arm as it was, the book couldn’t do any harm, so when Yoongi ad felt the anxiousness and the strange feeling in his stomach settling in he had been sure that it was the bond. But if it was, then it should have stopped the second he had entered the underworld again, right? Which it didn’t. Quite the opposite, it was only getting worse and worse. So it must be the book affecting him in some strange way nonetheless. Because it couldn’t be Jungkook. The younger was with Hoseok. He was safe. Yoongi trusted his friend.
Persephone looked up the second she heard the familiar sound of wings coming closer and then she saw the demon flying straight to her, through the window and landing on his feet gracefully. “Ah,” She hummed and got up, while Yoongi got on his knees. “Lovely,” She commented, taking the book right out of Yoongi’s grip, not caring about how he was panting, looking exhausted from the long flight. She unwrapped it carefully, as her eyes lit up at the sight. Walking to her book stand she placed it there, opening it up curiously. Even though the book wasn’t burning her (due to her being a goddess) she still couldn’t read a page – but that didn’t matter, she knew someone who could help her. Closing the book again, she turned to Yoongi who was waiting for his dismissal. Persephone thanked him, but as she was about to tell him that he could go, her eyes flickered over to the window, seeing how a demon was flying high up in the air with the human boy, who his demon took a liking in, in his grip. “Oh,” She pursed her lips, “I think your companion needs some help.”
Jungkook was trying to stay still as much as he could, his voice barely audible, choking on the last bit of air that got through, “Please. I promise, I didn’t harm him.”
Yoongi was about to turn, thinking about taking the nice route back to his cave and Jungkook, when Persephone’s off handed comment hit him hard. At first he was confused as to why she was looking out the window like that, warning him incredibly vague and with that strange little smile - but then his brain caught up on what his eyes were seeing. He barely stuttered out some version of a goodbye before he jumped, leaping into the air with the certainty that it would catch him, being in full flight about a heartbeat later while he went straight to Hoseok.
Then, however, he was practically helpless. He couldn’t attack him because if Jungkook would fall he was dead. If Hoseok squeezed Jungkook’s throat too hard if startled, then the boy was dead. And if Hoseok decided that for whatever reason he wanted to kill Jungkook right before his eyes then he just had to jerk his wrist and the younger’s neck would snap like a twig. And then he was dead.
Yoongi’s mind played those scenarios in loop until he finally, finally reached them. The churning in his gut finally made sense now but he needed to ignore it just as much as he had done before. “Hoseok!” He yelled, warning the other demon before his arrival, “What are you doing?! What happened? Please let him go! Don’t hurt him! Please, Hoseok, listen to me - don’t hurt him!”
Jungkook couldn’t hold it much longer and the second he heard Yoongi’s voice the sobs started breaking out from him. Though it was much more painful. Jungkook could barely breathe or get any air into his lungs and he was starting to get dizzier, the lack of water and food in his body making it even worse. He couldn’t think or speak. “You’re not in the right mind to speak,” Hoseok said, gazing straight back at Yoongi. Yoongi’s last hope that this could have been a joy-flight gone wrong and that the way Hoseok was gripping Jungkook was merely an accident was crushed when Jungkook started sobbing, obviously breaking down from pressure that had built for quite a while.
A lopsided smile formed on his lips, when his grip tightened a little more and Jungkook was fighting for air helplessly. A croaky groan came from him, when Jungkook was gasping for air when out of a sudden Hoseok let go of him. Jungkook’s face was filled with a look of horror as he fell fast, helplessly trying to grip onto something – but there was nothing but thin air.
Hoseok’s words made absolutely no sense to Yoongi and so the demon stared at him in disbelief, internally panicking and desperately trying to find a way to make Hoseok let Jungkook go. Before he had the chance to come up with anything though, Hoseok loosened his grip. Just like that. And Jungkook fell like a stone.
He threw himself forward to catch him but was jerked back when Hoseok gripped his wing. His wing of all the things he could have reached for! Apparently Hoseok didn’t care for etiquettes any longer and this was serious. Yoongi whipped around trying to fend the other off but it was useless, the panic made him sloppy and he was still out of breath from the long flight before, so Hoseok was at favour here.
But he hadn’t counted on Yoongi's desperation. When he realized that he couldn’t make Hoseok let him go he let himself fall, pulling against the hold with the force of his full weight even though the painfully tight grip on his wing had him whimpering. He couldn’t help it, his eyes teared up from the pain but he kept pulling, even when the first feathers started ripping and there was blood on Hoseok's hands.
Shocked, the younger demon let go of him and Yoongi fell backwards, turning during his fall and trying not to let the blinding pain stop him from acting as quickly as he could. Jungkook had fallen so fast and even though Yoongi was using all his strength and his wings to catch up to him the ground came constantly closer and closer and…
As soon as he manage to reach out for Jungkook he pulled the boy against him, switching their positions so that when they hit the ground just a second after it was Yoongi who felt the impact and not Jungkook. The younger would have cracked open like an egg and died seconds later. Yoongi’s body cracked too, although it wasn’t fatal. The painful scream didn’t even make it past his lungs because the impact had choked him out completely. He was trying desperately to get air back into them, gasping and heaving but it wasn’t enough, especially with Jungkook’s weight still on top of him.
Jungkook’s eyes were shut tight and even when he felt the impact of his fall, he didn’t open them right away. He was too scared. Only Yoongi’s choked up gasp for air made him jerk up and realize what just happened. “Yoongi,” Jungkook cupped his face with his hands, getting up from his chest, “Oh god, are you okay? Are you…please be okay.”
Hoseok had watched the scenario with a confused expression written all over his face and when he saw that Yoongi had been hurt and not Jungkook he was mad. Jungkook’s hands were shaking, not really sure how to help the demon. His gaze wandered over to his wings, seeing the ripped-out feathers on one of them he let out a whine. “I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to do any harm. I was just…He just started attacking me,” Jungkook said with a shaking voice. Yoongi would have laughed if he could have done anything but wheezing. Jungkook had been strangled and thrown from the sky - and he was apologizing for causing trouble. Only he could do that.
A sudden push made Jungkook fall to the side and he instantly wanted to scream at the other demon to let go of Yoongi and to not touch him but then Hoseok laid his hands on Yoongi’s chest, feeding him his energy so his body could heal faster from the impact. Jungkook stayed where he was, not sure if he could come closer or not. He pulled his knees in, watching how Yoongi took a deep breath again and Jungkook visibly relaxed.
It felt disgustingly good to be fed some energy by Hoseok and his body soaked it up like a sponge, immediately beginning to repair the cracked bones and ripped tissue. But he hated that it was Hoseok doing it after he was the one who had tried to kill Jungkook right in front of his eyes. He had asked him to take care of the human and he had betrayed him like that! Yoongi was burning with rage, shivering from hate and disgust and disdain. As soon as his lungs stopped cramping and filled with air again he pushed Hoseok’s hand off of him snarling immediately and grabbing Hoseok’s clothes to keep him from even looking into Jungkook’s direction. This was between them and even though he wanted to get Jungkook to safety he also wanted to understand. Of course demons were deceiving creatures most of the time. But they’ve had each others backs for a while now.
Wanting to get over to Yoongi, he stopped dead in his tracks when both demons starting growling at each other, snarling, hissing and talking in a language that Jungkook didn’t understand but send shivers down his spine.
“What has changed, huh? I would have understood if you fed on his soul or ripped into him but this? This is directed at me, isn’t it? What have I done to you? What the fuck made you think you should just take him and throw him out of the sky? Wanna enlighten me?” His smile could have almost passed as amused if his eyes hadn’t been fully black and his voice was trembling from trying to hold back. He was pretty sure that this would get ugly and he wanted to shield the younger from it as much as possible so he hadn’t made the effort to switch to a language Jungkook would understand, hoping it would help a little to not traumatize him any further as he very certainly already had been by Hoseok's way of handling him.
“I thought he had possessed you,” Hoseok grunted back, “Did some stupid angel magic and make you obey to everything he says. Binding you on purpose! I’ve never seen you like this.” The demon grabbed Yoongi’s wrists and pulled them off his shirt with a growl, “I was just fucking looking out for you!”
“Looking out for me? Why didn’t you talk to me first! I told you to take care of someone that means something to me - and you know damn well that I can count those on my fingers - and you decided you would test your stupid theory by killing him off right in front of me? What would have happened if i came back and was still ‘possessed’ with the ‘burden of caring’, huh? Would you just say ‘oh sorry for killing your love I just thought i needed to check something?’” He yelled at Hoseok with pure anger when suddenly some movements close to Jungkook had him whipping his head around. What he saw made the blood in his veins still.
A sniffing sound behind him, made Jungkook turn his head and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw the hellhound again. “Oh, I’m so sorry that he scared you,” Jungkook said and reached out for the dog, who instantly came closer, pushing his weight onto the young boy, making him fall over in the process. It was licking over his face as if he was happy to see him safe and sound and Jungkook enjoyed it, giggling cutely.
“Jungkook! Run!” There was a hellhound over Jungkook, fangs dangerously close to his neck and paws left and right of his body. Yoongi had seen the hellhounds do their job of taking in sinners who had made deals and didn’t want to pay the price after their time was done. The hounds made sure that the deal would close nicely and the debt was paid. In shreds if necessary.
Jungkook jerked up when Yoongi was screaming at him, thinking someone or something wanted to attack him again, but there was only the dog. He carefully got up and looked at Yoongi dumbfoundedly, “Why?” The dog barked at the demon once, before he laid his head on Jungkook’s legs, loving the caresses of the human boy. Another lick over his cheek made Jungkook laugh, wiping the saliva off with the hem of his (or better Yoongi’s) shirt. “Because…,” The words died in Yoongi’s throat when the hellhound licked Jungkook’s face as if he was some oversized puppy in some halloween costume. ‘Because there’s a monster in front of you that wants to rip you to pieces’ suddenly didn’t sound so convincing if said monster was plopping down next to Jungkook buffing and jipping for cuddles.
Hoseok couldn’t believe what he saw. First Yoongi and now even the hellhounds are falling for the human boy’s charm. He huffed in annoyance and when he turned to look at Yoongi again, he only saw a loving smile on his face. Even though it was subtle and small, but it was there. “Ugh, this is…disgusting,” Hoseok said, “I really thought that he had made you say all of this stupidity. You would never ask of me to take care of a human boy for you – but you actually do care. Awful.” He shivered from the thought about it. “I’m sorry then…about your wing and stuff,” Hoseok mumbled quickly not wanting to dwell in any kinds of emotions for too long.
Yoongi stared at Hoseok for a little while, contemplating. Then he balled his fist and hit him square on the jaw, at the highest point, where it would bruise easily and hurt like hell (not for long though, what were their powers good for if not for using them on themselves too). “Apology accepted - but if you ever pull shit like that again then it’s over. And talk to me first, okay? I won’t rip your head off if you talk to me first.”
The impact made Hoseok fly backwards and on his bottom, rubbing his jaw and trying to put it back in place. Jungkook had jumped up the second Yoongi had hit Hoseok and he came rushing by, “Yoongi!” He hadn’t heard what they had said the whole time, since they kept talking in their demon language to each other and Jungkook was scared that it would only go worse from this moment. He stood right in front of him, hands on his chest as if he could keep him from throwing fists again, “Don’t fight, please!” The hellhound was barking at Yoongi, obviously seeing Jungkook as a member of his pack that he wanted to protect. “Let’s just go home, okay?”
Yoongi was brushing the dirt of his pants, finally seeing the real damage on his clothes when he looked over his shoulders. It was easy to repair bodies but pretty useless to try and repair clothes. At least with demon magic. So he just left it as it was, sporting the ‘ripped and battered’ look casually. He smirked at Jungkook's innocent attempt to stop them from fighting even though the fight had already been settled.
“Yeah, you’re right, Let’s just do that,” He gave Hoseok a warning look to be nice before he turned back to Kookie again. “Jungkook, I know this dumbass here has probably scared you out of his mind and had also hurt you - by the way, I’ll have a look at that when we’re home, right away. But, uhm.. we kinda talked it out and.. would you mind it if he came with us? For dinner or whatever you humans take guests over for. I would like him to get to know you a little more. Might help him to correct his former misjudgment of you.”
Jungkook looked down at his chest and nodded when he saw the bleeding scratches. He had totally forgot about them. “It’s okay,” Jungkook said but quickly got over to Yoongi’s right side, so he didn’t have to walk next to the demon and could have the hellhound by his side as well. It felt good to have a ‘little’ companion like him, though he wasn’t sure for how long he would stay and if he had family maybe. When Jungkook sat down on one of the chair-like stones in Yoongi’s cave, getting rid off his shirt so the demon could look at the wounds, he asked Yoongi right away.
“Do hellhounds have families? Someone that take care of them?” Jungkook ignored Hoseok’s dumbfounded expression and kept his gaze on Yoongi. He was pretty sure Hoseok was judging him for his innocence and inexperience with magical creatures.
“Hm,” Yoongi smiled fondly at the younger. It was so Jungkook-like to worry about the hound being lonely or accidentally keeping him from home. “Not .. really. They don’t even have packs like dogs or wolves have. They are born under different circumstances and are given into the care of their owner. You can’t compare their lives with the dogs from your world at all. The closest they have to families or packs are the other dogs that life with their owner. Normally you don’t see them alone unless there are out to follow an order and then go right back. They are...a bit like cerberus. You know cerberus? The creature with three houndheads guarding the underworld? They are creatures of our world, they only exist to follow orders and do their duty as best as they can before they die. They don’t mate, they don’t have pups of their own. It’s just like it is. So...I guess your puppy here is a bit special. Maybe he got lost or something is not right with him, so he didn’t get home after doing what he was told. But he will go back to his owner eventually. They don’t hunt for food, I even think they would die if they aren’t fed. I...I don’t even know what they eat. Maybe he wants a lick of that angel’s blood and that’s why he stays close,” He finished, teasing Jungkook lightly while keeping a careful eye on the puppy hound.
“Oh, yeah I know those,” Jungkook said happily but didn’t want to admit he only know of them because of a kid’s movie he had watched. To his own joy, Hoseok had still managed to get Jungkook something to eat, so he happily fed on some fresh apples and drank lots of water. He didn’t notice how starved he was until this moment.
Jungkook thanked Hoseok quietly, still wary of the other and keeping close to Yoongi. There wasn’t much Jungkook could do in the underworld and so he just sat there, while others were talking. It was strange to see Yoongi with someone else but him and someone that he had considered a friend. He sighed, switching positions again and laid his head on Yoongi’s leg. It didn’t take him long until he fell asleep. It just had been an exhausting day and the demon was right, Jungkook could still feel the aftereffects of almost dying in his body.
Yoongi absentmindedly brushed his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and only really noticed when he saw Hoseok's judging glare. “It’s.. we’ve been kind of living together those last few weeks. And he kinda grows on you? We couldn’t get far from each other so we had to get used to each others presence and now it’s almost like...a habit. One you can’t quit,” He tried his hardest to not look flustered but wasn't sure if he had managed to pull it off. Hoseok opened his mouth to say something but Yoongi was quicker, starting to talk in fear of Hoseok judging him or Jungkook.
“I know he’s a bit strange and...and he doesn’t know shit about anything including non-humans, not even angels. I bet his grandma kept everything as far away from him as possible. And I know he’s naiv and starry-eyed...but isn’t it kinda cute on him? He’s a really kind person. And even though i shouldn’t find it admirable I kinda think...he’s just human, you know? So breakable and fragile and easy to hurt and I bet he has been hurt. But he still sees the good stuff? It’s stupid of course and risky and completely illogical. But it’s still cute...kind of ...I think” He broke off his cheeks now definitely aflame.
“Sure,” Hoseok only said, “And you wonder why I thought you were possessed? Do you listen to yourself? You sound like…as if you’re in love or some shit.” He leaned back, his arms behind his head as he shrugged his shoulders, “But if you’re happy…and if Persephone helped you, there must be something more. How did she know about the book anyways? Sounds like she had been keeping an eye on you.”
“Actually…,” Yoongi hesitated. Hoseok was right. In his panic and fear he’s had other things on his mind than fact-checking but he had never told Persephone about the book. So his fairy friend had either made some rumors spread when he tried to find someone to read it or Persephone did keep an eye on him. “That’s strange. Why would she…,” He broke off when Jungkook stirred, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He leaned in to kiss Yoongi’s cheek and then got up to walk to the part in the cave that Yoongi called his bed, all while just mumbling some words that none of the demons really could decipher. Only when he asked Yoongi if he would come to bed with him later, because he was needing his warmth he had both of their attention.
“Yeah, I’ll come later. I’ll just talk with Hoseok for a bit, okay? And if you wake up or get scared and I’m not in bed with you already then come get me, okay?” When Jungkook sleepily tapped away Hoseok gave him a look that spoke volumes. “No, we’re not...like that!” Yoongi hated getting flustered like that. He definitely needed to stop that.
Even though Jungkook loved waking up next to Yoongi, he really didn’t like the stone that Yoongi called his bed. His shoulder and back hurt from the hard surface, but he kept his mouth shut not wanting to tell him about that. He was just happy that Yoongi let him stay with him. That he had saved him. Twice for that matter.
The next morning Jungkook’s first move was to look for the hellhound. He had wanted to bring him something to drink but the dog was gone. Jungkook pouted a little, which only increased when Yoongi told him he would need to go down to Persephone’s temple. Only this time Yoongi took Jungkook with him, though they had to part (Yoongi was sure nothing could happen to the younger one if he stayed on the temple’s ground). No one could attack here, it was something like holy ground that everyone worshipped. Especially when it came down to the goddess garden. Jungkook gasped, when he saw that what was written down in all the history books was true. He let his gaze wander around as he strolled around (though he promised Yoongi to not go too far) in awe about the beauty of it all. When he saw something that looked like an apple tree, he reached out for one of the fruits. Maybe this was where Hoseok had gotten him the food as well?
“I wouldn’t eat that if I were you. Or even touch that. Unless you enjoy collecting death marks just like others collect stamps,” The goddess voice was soft but the sparkle in her eyes and the little smile on her face gave away her amusement at finding Jungkook in her garden trying to steal food.
“So, how do you enjoy life in the underworld. Is it good here? Do you like living with Yoongi? I heard his feathers got a bit ruffled because of you. I hope he doesn't hold that against you. He’s quite fond of them in case you haven’t noticed but I’m a bit surprised that no one has tried to eat you, yet. You would be quite the delicacy here. And considering Yoongi is distracted and that you have practically no powers you would be easy to get. Maybe I should try for myself,” She chuckled, tipping his nose, knowing that he would certainly not buy into her teasing. She still had a human girl’s taste.
Jungkook had jerked around in surprise when he heard the voice behind him and his mouth stood open when Persephone, the goddess herself, stood right in front of him. “Eat me?” Jungkook took a step back but visibly relaxed again when he saw the amused smile on the goddess face, “Oh, ehm…yeah, but I got attacked enough for now, I think. I’d like to have some peace and just heal so I can go home.” Jungkook averted his gaze and bit his lip nervously, when the goddess motioned for him to accompany him on her walk. “I like it here, though. It’s nice. Though I really don’t like Yoongi’s bed but please don’t tell him that,” He looked at her pleadingly, “I just don’t think he had considered that lying down on stone and just a blanket isn’t very comfortable for a human – but he takes good care of me.” His cheeks blushed red and he rubbed his neck awkwardly.
“You’re quite the chatterbox when you aren’t busy bleeding out,” She teased him again, lifting her floating white dress a little for it to not get tangled in some thorny flowers. “So you wanna go home, sweety? Go back to your lonely apartment and quiet nights all alone?” She reached out for a bright yellow flower, caressing the silky leaves while walking by, “Have you ever considered staying here? Not going up and just living with Yoongi? He was quite lonely too before he met you. He changed a lot. I wonder if it's the bond that changes his perception or simply you, my beautiful little boy.”
Jungkook looked at Persephone in disbelief, “I could stay here? I mean, but I am human? Shouldn’t that be like bad for my health or something?” The younger boy had surprised himself that he had considered it the second she spoke the thought. He wasn’t even sure if Yoongi wanted him around. Yes, they had kissed, and they had been even closer now but still, there were many doubts in his mind and Persephone had just said them out loud. The goddess interrupted his thoughts with her laugh, “Of course you needed to lose your humanity first. It’s easy. Think of it like getting a new look. It might look and feel different but it’s still you.” She watched him carefully, cocking her head a little and then reaching out for something right besides Jungkook's face. It was a blossom, freshly in bloom and she plucked it an put it in his heir, behind his ear. “I think it’s just because of the bond,” He nodded with a sad smile, as he kept on walking beside her, “I’m nothing special and he just cares for me because…because he feels pain every time I do. He’s waiting for a way to break the bond and then he will bring me back up.”
“Yeah, you might be right but who knows…,” She shrugged and turned around, step light and easy, “If you don’t wanna stay here for longer and Yoongi’s way of sleeping is too uncomfortable for you then why don’t you stay here? At my palace there are always free rooms and comfy beds.” She gripped Jungkook’s hand and then started running through the meadow like an overexcited child, “Oh you’re gonna love those new sheets I got, they are the silkiest bed sheets that you will ever have the pleasure to felt against your skin, I promise. Though you would have to sleep naked to really appreciate their softness all over. Do you sleep naked?”
Though it startled him at first, Jungkook happily ran beside Persephone. He loved the idea of sleeping in a comfy bed in a temple – almost feeling like a prince. When they reached the temple’s stairs, he was out of breath and wondered how the goddess not even broke a sweat from her sudden run. “What?” Jungkook’s cheeks heated up and he shook his head quickly. “No, I don’t. I sleep next to Yoongi all the time…I don’t feel like he would appreciate that…or maybe he would a little too much,” He added quickly and looked everywhere else but her eyes. “I’d love to take you up on that offer though. Can Yoongi stay with me then? Are demons allowed to stay in your home?”
She giggled at Jungkook’s comment, trying to hide it behind her hand, “Yes, he definitely would appreciate that. You have no idea how dirty demon thoughts can be. Let’s keep that out of your pretty little head, shall we?” She walked up the stairs and turned around when Jungkook didn’t follow immediately. “Of course he can stay. It will be so much easier then. He needs to do some errands for me anyway. He told you, didn’t he? That he’s my servant? I could order him around all day long and he would follow. Without any complaints. Strange to think of him as so docile, isn’t it? He’s so mouthy when he’s on his own. A little demon with a heart too soft for its confinement.” She walked faster, knowing the way by heart while Jungkook needed to quicken his steps to catch up with her.
Persephone had shown herself as a great host to Jungkook, giving him food and a place to comfortably sleep. When Yoongi came back, Jungkook happily told him all about what happened and that they had a room that Persephone had given to him. The demon had furrowed his brows in disbelief, trying to keep Jungkook from running down the halls of the temples that they weren’t normally allowed in because they lead to the more personal rooms. Without hesitation Jungkook opened a door, revealing a spacious room that was out of everyone’s dream. It was beautifully decorated and it perfectly represented the goddess herself in every detail. Jungkook jumped onto the bed, only to get up again and open the curtains that revealed a balcony. “She said you like to do nightly flights and since I am safe here you can do so now and come back to me,” Jungkook smiled brightly. He couldn’t wait to live here for the next days.
“And what exactly do you need to give her in return for this favour?” He had never heard of Persephone giving out favours for free. Sure she could give you the world back in exchange for a book that wasn’t even yours (as she had done with him) but there was always, always some kind of hook, how big or small it might seem.
Yoongi tried his hardest not to look stunned by all this beauty, but he was sure that his mask had become cracks when Jungkook had jumped around the bed as if the soft mattress and thick cushions were everything he wanted. It’ll probably feel strange to Yoongi at first but he had gotten used to Jungkook’s bed quickly as well so as long as the younger was lying besides him he figured that it would be easy to adapt.
“She wants nothing,” Jungkook said, “She just gave it to us.” He didn’t think about it further, that the goddess maybe wanted something in return. Jungkook was just happy to have a real bathroom and not a lake, where some kind of creatures were living in that liked to nibble at his feet every time he tried to wash himself and to have a bed that wasn’t made of stone. Nonetheless he still wanted to give Yoongi an option, “If you don’t like it, we can still go home to you?” But Yoongi knew better than to say ‘no’ to a goddess, so Jungkook kissed his cheeks as a thank you and jumped onto the bed. He could get used to the feeling. And as long as Persephone wouldn’t expect Jungkook to give her something the younger couldn’t or didn't want to give, Yoongi would be fine with their arrangement. But he stayed wary nonetheless. He knew what the goddess was up to.
Something Jungkook couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times it happened, was the way he ran himself into trouble each time he was alone. Sometimes he wondered if it was the bond tricking him into stumbling in a mess that only Yoongi could help him get out of. One day, he had wandered around the temple, his own curiosity getting the better off him when he suddenly found himself drawn to someone singing in a painful tune. It wasn’t really a nice voice, rather an old croaky one and Jungkook wondered if someone needed help.
“Oh!” An old woman turned around and reached for Jungkook instantly, who shrieked when he saw that she had no eyes. “Come closer, sweet angel boy,” One laughed and the human boy got startled when another one of them held onto his leg. He tried to shake her off, but she was only holding on tighter, screaming in agony that it hurt his own ears. The one who was stirring the cooking pot was humming a song and tasting the soup.
“Ah! Bitter!” She cried out and her one eye focused on Jungkook, “Give me some of the human’s hair!” Someone pulled at the back of his head instantly and Jungkook whipped around, “Hey!!” With a confusion and angst written all over his face, he watched one of the witches plopp out the one eye and giving it to the other, who poured the few strands of hair into the soup. “Beautiful!” The witch next to him said, that was jumping from one leg to the other before she jumped on Jungkook again, just as he tried to get away and bit right into his thigh, “Tasty, tasty!”
The human boy let out a loud scream and fell onto his bottom from the impact. Suddenly everything went quiet, the witches let go of Jungkook but circled him and the younger one tried to crawl back and get the hell out of there, but he stilled when suddenly they started to speak in a monotone voice, all at the same time.
“Moira!” They screamed out, making the human boy shiver in fear. How did he get himself into this again? “Great suffering will be ahead of you!” Whining in distress, the witches wiped their hands over their faces in agony and Jungkook scrambled onto his feet. He definitely had enough suffering for a while, but just as he tried to sprint away he bumped right into someone’s chest.
Yoongi’s face was blank when he looked at Jungkook more or less cornered by the witches and right about to be cooked as an ingredient for some soup. “May I help you?” He asked, voice utterly sweet although he couldn’t get the annoyance out of his voice.
“I wanted to pick you up for dinner but apparently you have found new friends to eat with? What will it be tonight? Angel soup?” Even though he gave Jungkook a look that said something like ‘I’m so done keeping you from death’, he bared his teeth the second one of the witches took a step closer. “Back off you old raisin! He’s already taken!” She chuckled, which sounded about as nice as scraping nails over metal. Jungkook’s eyes had widen when Yoongi had said that he was already taken. His thoughts going back and forth between Yoongi’s promise to not eat his soul as soon as they weren’t bound to each other anymore and about how many times the demon had told him that virgin souls are the tastiest. And then it came to a halt, when he thought about a whole new meaning behind these words. He gulped heavily, but took a step behind Yoongi, when the demon hissed at the witches.
“There, there little demon! Don’t get all snarly on us. We just wanted to get a taste!” She lowered her voice as if Jungkook wouldn’t be able to hear her, although he was just as far away as Yoongi. “If you give him to us we would tell you your fate for free. Aaaall free!”
“Nah, thanks, I create my own future. I don’t need you to tell me some vague, cryptic stuff that could mean anything and will come as some self-fulfilling prophecy,” He shrugged his shoulder, “But thanks for the offer.” Then he turned around, his eyes turning into slits as he nonverbally scolded Jungkookie but another screech from the witches made Yoongi stop in his tracks, turning around with an exasperated sigh, “What is it? You can’t have him. Not now. Not ever.”
“I’ll give you free advice, demon. Because your wings are so beautiful,” She chuckled again and somehow Yoongi felt a shiver running down his back. It felt as if what she had said and what she meant were completely different things. “If I were you I would think twice if I keep that little angel child around. Because if you keep him close then he will bring you agonies that you can’t even imagine. He will make you go through hell.” Her sisters joined into her hysterical laughter but Yoongi just looked annoyed.
“Very funny. I think I’ll risk that. Try to come up with something a little more creative next time. Like ‘you will be crushed with a three masted ship in the egyptian desert’. That’s how an interesting gloomy forecast should be like. Now please excuse us. I’ll have to take this delicacy back to the palace. Where he lives. Protected. By Persephone and all her guards. Got that? Persephone has taken an interest in him. You don’t want to anger me. Believe me, you don’t,” The grip on Jungkook’s arm was tight and his steps quick while he pulled the younger along.
Jungkook would never dare to speak it out loud, but he loved the way Yoongi was protecting and looking out for him. He kept close all the way back into Persephone’s temple (not that he had much of a choice with how tight Yoongi was gripping him) biting his lip to keep from smiling. Only when they were back at the palace, he happily jumped up the stairs waving a few guards that mimicked his movements, greeting the younger one. But Yoongi didn’t let Jungkook get away again, dragging him the other way as he brought Jungkook back into the room they shared and closed the door behind them, making the younger stumble a little.
“What is it with you and danger, hm? What did I tell you about wandering of on your own? Do you even listen? Do you have some kind of defect that makes you blind for any kind of risk? Or is it the angel part in you, does a part of you think all creatures are nice and fluffy and just want to make friends?” The anger was visible on his face, “I don’t want to come too late one day and find you in pieces. Or do you actually want someone to eat you? If yes just tell me cause then I’ll do it right now and spare us both the trouble.”
Jungkook looked at Yoongi, feeling the anger coming from him in waves. “I didn’t mean to get myself in danger,” Jungkook said in a calm tone, “Never did I want to. Do you think I want to get stabbed on purpose? Or choked? Or bitten? I just seem to stumble into it and it’s not my fault! Don’t make it seem like it is.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. Jungkook really didn’t want to fight with Yoongi. He hated fights or when someone screamed at him. So, he tried his best to calm the other. Reaching out for Yoongi’s arm he tried a smile to lighten the mood, “Let’s just…lay down a bit okay?”
Yoongi unconsciously bared his teeth at him like he only did when he was so angry that he couldn’t control himself any more. “Lay down? For what? To cuddle? Do some soft emotional angel stuff that makes everyone happy and the sky pink? I’m not finished with you! I told you not to wander around on your own. But you did it anyway. And then you have the audacity to tell me that it isn’t your fault if you run in trouble? You think that would help you of another demon would find you? ‘Oh, please don’t hurt me even though I must look like the most delicious meal ever to you because it isn’t my fault I’m out here it was just my conscious decision to ignore the rules that are there for my safety and now I’m so surprised that I’m not safe anymore’. Something like this? Yeah, that will help you so much. I need to do stuff for Persephone, you know that. And she’s asking really difficult shit which could maybe be because I promised her to do fucking everything in exchange for your life. So please show me at least some respect in preserving that life. Can you do that? Can you please not get yourself hurt or in danger for once?”
Jungkook startled with Yoongi’s anger and took a step back. The other never had gotten angry at him again since they had been visiting the fairy, so Jungkook gulped, feeling the lump in his throat making it harder for him to speak up. “I…I just was in the garden. How should I have known that…that they were out there?” He spoke up a little louder, “I’m bored, I don’t know what to do. I can’t sit in my room all day, can I? I just wanted to go for a walk that was all.” Jungkook averted his gaze looking down at his feet, feeling utterly small out of a sudden. “I am sorry. I know that you do a lot for me, I know that, and I see that,” Jungkook’s voice was shaking, “But you can’t keep me imprisoned? I will try my best but…but…” Jungkook took another step back when he saw that Yoongi’s anger wasn’t fading but only getting worse. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, it was burning up his lungs, making it harder for him to breathe. “I am sorry, okay?” Jungkook said throwing up his hands in defeat, “I am really really sorry but…please believe me when I say I don’t do it to anger you! Like what would that even give me? Just think for a second! I really don’t want to get stabbed or get eaten by a demon but…it just happens.”
Yoongi laughed, but it didn’t sound happy. “It just happens! Did you just say that it ‘just happens’? I tell you what just happens. Rain, or slipping in the bathroom. Being chosen for soup because you practically ran into them while they cooked their dinner does not ‘just happen’! You can’t tell me that your sorry if you plan on changing nothing at all! Your best obviously isn’t enough if it still gets you into this kind of situations. And I am not imprisoning you. You have a whole palace to yourself where it is safe to wander around. Why do you want to go outside so bad? You can’t be surprised when dangerous creatures are around. It’s the underworld! Of course we ran around her whenever we want to. That’s our home! So promise me that you’ll stay in during my next mission. Don’t go out. Do you hear me?”
There were tears threatening to spill over in Jungkook’s eyes, as he tried his best to keep himself together, but he couldn’t. “Yes, it’s your home! Not mine! I am not allowed to do anything if you aren’t by my side and it’s exhausting…I understand that you want to look out for me,” Jungkook took a deep breath, because his voice was shaking too much, “I’ve been here now for days and no one is telling me if I can go home or not. I don’t know if I get fired from my job or if someone noticed that I’m gone. I’m scared and anxious…and sitting around doesn’t help me. I’m trying. I really am trying but…I feel lost here. This is your home not mine and I know it’s the same if we would go back up again, then you’d feel lost. I…I don’t know what to do. They all look at me like I’m a weird stranger. The weird angel boy.” Jungkook sat down at the edge of the bed, his eyes pleading and sad, “I am not an angel, Yoongi. I am not! I can’t do anything, I can’t help us or you. I am just helpless here no matter what I do. This stupid angel blood doesn’t help at all it only got me into this mess. So, no, I can’t…let me at least take walks in the garden. I’m going crazy inside. I can’t promise you to stay in. I just can’t.”
Yoongi's expression had gotten softer when Jungkook was breaking down in front of him. He couldn’t only see the youngers pain but also feel it through the bond and he knew that it wasn’t easy for him. He was close to reaching out for him, telling him that he didn’t know either when he could go home but that he would just need to hold out for a little while longer, just a bit and then he would be home again, in safety, fully healed. He would make sure that everything could be fixed, that he would still have his job and that if anyone had missed him they could create a story, something that would make sense. Yoongi was good with that, creating stories out of thin air that people could believe. They always did. He was about to go to Jungkook, maybe not apologize for his harshness but to tell him that he wasn’t alone in this. But then Jungkook told him that he wouldn’t stay in. And Yoongi saw red. He was afraid to come back and find that Jungkook had been killed. Or was lost. And he would only know that the younger was dead because of their bond snapping. Maybe he would even feel his fear, his pain, his helplessness, he might be with him in the last seconds of his death, just witnessing helplessly, unable to do anything to prevent it, maybe coming just short to watch the life drain from his eyes. Yoongi shivered, he was so scared. But to Jungkook it must look like he was still shaking from fear.
He took a few steps forward, rushed, slamming his hand on the next best surface close to Jungkook having him flinch. “I don’t care if you feel trapped. I’ve been trapped with you for weeks now and didn’t whine like that! If I tell you to stay in then you will. If you do so much as set a foot outside that door or do anything else that will get you in danger I swear to all that is holy I will find you and drag you back and you’ll regret that you even thought of disobeying me!”
Jungkook’s eyes were big in fear but he mustered all the courage, “Di- disobey? You aren’t in the position to tell me what I should do! I’m not disobeying you!” Jungkook got up and walked around Yoongi, fearing that he could be the one that Yoongi would be hurting next. His legs were shaking, and he could see the crack on the wall right where he sat before. “What do you want to do, huh? Lock me in?” Jungkook said with a trembling voice, “You…you can’t do that!”
Yoongi’s smile was sharp and cruel. “Oh, now angel boy wants to tell me what I can and what I can’t do. How clever of you. I guess it would sound so much more righteous if you hadn’t bound me first, hm? Oh, I know I know you didn’t mean to. Well I don’t mean to lock you up either but if you leave me no other choice I will, I can promise you that. Don’t you get it? Don’t you get that in your dense little head that I am simply trying to keep you alive here? It won’t be forever like this. All I ask of you is a little bit of rationality and some patience. But I guess I should have known better than to expect that from a child like you.”
“Stop calling me angel boy!” Jungkook could feel the hurt seep deep into his heart when he heard Yoongi talk about him like that. The younger one almost laughed at his own stupidity for thinking that the demon didn’t see him as a child. So many people did. He was always the young one, the dumb one, the one with the too much of a big heart. He averted his gaze. “Go!” Suddenly Jungkook’s voice was filled with anger, “Just go! If I’m that much of a burden, then go!”
A/N: SURPRISE! Yes, Cat and I decided on a new uploading schedule (since we got a lot of new stories coming soon). You can expect new updates every monday AND thursday from now on! And we hope you are just as excited as we are about the upcoming stories...but now let’s talk about ‘Through the veil’! Thank you for reading and don’t forget to comment! Do you think Jungkook will listen to what Yoongi said? Will he stay in the underworld? Who knows ;) See you on monday with the next update!
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Hero’s Heart
Warning sex and gore.
A dark haired very busty and slim magical villain has captured the female blonde hero and chained her up. The hero is from a alien race that resembles humans. The villain wore clothing that barley covered her intimate parts so if they were seen it would not be unexpected. The hero wore a costume that clings to her so well every detail of her extremely busty and well muscled body could be seen she might as well be naked. She has lost all her clothing in battle before so she will fight nude if she must. The villain said my you are quite tough. Earlier the villain punched the center of her chest multiple times, the hero’s heart felt it but did not waiver. The hero said you will lose. The villain said such a strong heart let us see it. The villain punch her hand through the hero’s chest the villian enjoyed feeling the hero’s insides feeling every organ the hero needed for life, the hero stood strong as her vital organs were being violated by the villian she felt everything. So the villian was grabbing the hero’s beating heart her most important organ and life source. The hero was not scared of the villain grabbing her beating heart. She got angry and forced her heart to pump faster to fight the villian’s grip. The villain said yes a strong heart. The hero replied just fucking kill my fucking heart already. The hero thrusted her chest as if giving her heart to the villain. The hero did not have a escape plan she was ready for the villain to either crush or rip her heart out she was ready for death. The villian said let me look at it. The villian pulled it out but it was still connected. The hero saw her heart it was a heart she would be proud to see it die as it served her all her life and her life will end with it. The villian said my such a strong heart a lump of muscle that fits with your muscular body. The villian took off the hero’s clothing the hero still felt rage as her angry heart pounded in the vilian’s grip. The hero felt no shame being seen as a dying sex toy by the villian. The villian said my you have such resolve. The hero said if you are not going to kill my heart I will. She was not bluffing it has gotten to the point where her heart will die. If the villian will not kill it the hero was eager to rip out her own heart and burst it in her superpowerful grip. The villian ripped the heart out, the hero did not scream at her own death. The hero said well aren’t you going to kill that fucking thing or are you going to make me see that lump of meat die. The villian said you’re heroic heart is such a thing of beauty I wonder how it compares to my vilianous heart. With her free hand the villian stabbed her chest and had a firm grip on her own heart. The villian struggle to rip her own heart out but she was enjoying it. The villian enjoyed how her stubborn heart refused to leave her breast but she will make it submit after choking her aorta a bit to weaken it. The villian ripped out her still connected heart. She had a expression of an orgasm on her face and the hero can tell it was real since the villian’s crotch was dripping wet. The hero was as well she enjoyed the villian suffering however since she was nude it was obvious the hero’s orgasm even if she did not cry in ecstasy. The villian said my heart has its charms but your well muscled heart is delightful. The villian said I wonder how they taste. She licked both beating hearts and she said mine is a nice sour flavor but yours is like a sweet expensive meat I could have a nice meal. The hero said so you bitch you do that to your own heart too. The villian said yes I do I have quite the fetish for a beating heart and my blood pump is my default plaything. The villian said by the way I can survive without it. The villian crushed her heart. It took a while to crush it her heart is a fighter she loves how it fights back when she does it. The villian’s chest healed and she said I can quickly grow a new one. She opened her sternum to show the new beating heart. The hero said good to know when I rip it out. The villian said and I will have a nice orgasm when you do. The hero knew the villian was not lying but if her ripping her heart out will give her a orgasm then so be it. The villian said if you wondered why you are still alive I cast magic since I own your heart and now I control you. The villian undid the chains and before the hero can lunge at her the villian massage the hero’s beating heart controlling her. The hero did not understand why she can endure pain. If the villian removed her vital organs in a way that made her die in the most amount of time she will endure it. Even her heart being ripped out did not make her submit. The villian played with the hero’s heart as the hero followed. The hero saw the villian play with her heart squeezing and massaging it. The hero saw the villian place it in her pussy to masturbate. The hero orgamsed when her heart did during the villian’s orgasm. The hero stand tall even if the villian saw her orgasm. As the villian was asleep the hero opened the villian’s chest and and ripped out her heart before crushing it. The villian felt such a orgasm that her heart would have stopped if the hero did not ripped it out. As the villian was enjoying the orgasm’s aftermath the hero retrieved her heart. The hero was squeezing her heart. Her heart was once imprisoned in her chest to keep it alive now her heart was impriosned in her hand to kill it. She crushed her vital organ and was sprayed in her heart’s blood. Her chest healed. The villian said I used magic so we can repeat this. The hero ripped out her newly grown heart and crushed the muscle. The villian ran and pinned down the hero on the ground. The villian’s legs restrained the hero’s arms as she straddle her. The villian ripped out the hero’s heart again but it was still connected. The villian said you enjoyed the things our hearts went through I saw your orgasmic joy as I ripped my own heart out and I know you see beauty in your heart as well. The villian said and don’t deny it I see how your heart is beating with lust. Your nips and clit are hard and you are soaking wet the villian touched her damp crotch before licking her fingers. The hero said so what I have seen you wet and orgasm too. The villian said that is why we should be lovers and treat each other’s hearts and our own as we want I saw your joy about what you did to your own heart earlier. The villian said I must relieve myself sexually and this organ will help. The villian got naked and pressed the hero’s strong heart against her crotch until both hero and villian orgasmed together. The hero was now used to seeing the villian use her heart as a sex toy. The villian said let us make a family one day and share our love with them. The villian kissed the hero. The hero returned the kissed and punch through the villian’s chest her hand on the other side with the villian’s heart being crushed in the firm grip of the hero’s hand. The villian ripped out the hero’s heart and crushed it. Both heartless women said I love you. And they kissed as new hearts grew in their chest ready to suffer once again. The hero thought the villian owns her heart earlier but now she sees she owns the villian’s heart as well. Both of them thought I am happy to own her heart.
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