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LAST KNIGHT IN SOHO | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x reader [5]

description: Marc and Dove adjust to their new mission in Cairo: catch Harrow before he can release Ammit and for the love of gods don’t let Seth have the body again.

word count: 8.1k

trigger warnings: major gore and violence warning (he is the God of violence after all :/) hints at Dove’s dark past, hints at prostitution/sexual exploitation. All involved are of age however. Feelings of worthlessness. Swearing.

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“Do you ever feel dirty afterwards?” The soft voice asked from her right. She’d know that voice blind. Know it in any darkness. A call to a home she could never go back to.

“I feel like taking ten showers and walking through a car wash naked, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” Her own voice came. There was a tinkle of a laugh like a bell, yet the bitterness was clear in the single note. Her head turned to see her, her, the blonde girl that haunted her every thought, her every breath.

Grace.

Her face as supple and innocent as any nineteen year old, unmarred by the horrors of the world despite their place in it. Her eyebrows curved high on her face, forget-me-not blue eyes that watched the world outside their window with a longing she, herself, was more than familiar with. The two of them sat opposite each other on the wide window sill, legs bunched up to their chests, the gentle, first rays of morning sunlight falling on their faces. The two of them stared out into the rest of the world, a world they were not permitted to go without his say. The small trees that dotted the street swayed, the slow, warm breeze washing over them. The rare chance they had to take in fresh air. The two girls preened to its caress instantly.

“I sometimes think at least I’m useful here,” Grace said, her honey locks falling as she rested her head on the window, if only to get closer to the freedom on the other side, “I could be sleeping on the streets or in a place half as nice as this, alone, but at least here I’m with you,” She said, her bluebell eyes following as a pair of collared doves wove in between one another, their small, grey figures dipping through the air freely.

“It sounds fucked up, and maybe it is,” Her own voice came, her eyes also following the birds that seemed to be gloating about just how untethered they were to any place other than the winds that carried them, “But part of me, the disgusting part that I try ignore, feels wanted. Like those men want me, so much that they would even pay hundreds to see me.” Her breath steamed up the glass as she took a deep sigh, the confessions rolling off her lips. Because she knew Grace wouldn’t judge her. Grace would never. “It makes me think that maybe there’s some part of me that is actually worth wanting.”

“I’ll always want you,” Came the soft reply, her heart jumping into her throat with a small choke. She could never deal with mushy words, blatant affection from another being, the one way they differed. Grace was all about kind words, telling her how her heart felt, “Every bit of you,”

A tired grin spread on her face, “I wish it could be this easy with other people,”

“Why? Are you planning on replacing me any time soon?” Grace asked, leaning up to open the window further to let in the breeze. They only had a couple of hours before he would be back, and he hated when they sat in the window. Too many eyes, too many people to see them for free.

She chuckled, nudging the other girl with her leg in a small chastise.

“Never.” She said earnestly, watching Grace’s cerulean eyes follow a leaf fall to the ground elegantly. “Although, if we’re making requests, I’d like a best friend that would stop stealing my bras,”

“Maybe if the machine didn’t wreck all mine I wouldn’t have to-”

“Oh, give over, you like the lacy ones. Just admit it.” Grace blanched, her eyes flicking to the girl before a guilty smile appeared, showing off every one of her perfectly straight, white teeth.

“I didn’t realise they were so dear to you,” The girls giggled, the sun stroking both their faces, warming their cheeks gently. “I was wondering why I could see your nipples through your top,” A smack to the ankle closest to her.

“I’d like them back please. I’ll have you know the desperate ones pay extra for that shit,” She replied, the carelessness in her eyes dropping at the thought of their evening. He’d be back with clients, one for each of them, sometimes more.

He always came back with clients.

“And to think, I get to see them for free,” Grace teased, nudging her socked foot into her friend’s thigh to try garner some kind of amusement. But the moment was gone. The small bit of heaven they’d had between one another was gone. Because they knew this was it. This was all it would ever be.

Her bottom lip quivered. She wanted her brothers. She wanted her home, her real home, she wanted her old bed, her old room. She wanted her mother, she hadn’t wanted her mother in years. She even wanted her father, even if he was drunk as a skunk like the last time she’d seen him. She would take it. She wanted her normal job back, she swore she’d never complain about waitressing again if it meant being away from this. She wished she could bundle Grace up, disappear, just the two of them, far far away from all of this. Where they would never be able to touch either of them ever again. Where they would never be used as slabs of meat for his amusement.

A small, pale hand slipped into hers, her fingers warm and grounding as they intertwined with hers. She hadn’t realised she was crying until she looked up and saw Grace with her eyes welled up too. The pair had never been able to stand seeing the other cry without choking up.

Grace’s summer sky eyes were wide; fat, remorseful bunching tears on her perfect lash line. They were still in their pyjamas, hair still messed up, love bites and mysterious fingerprints lining her throat from where last night's customer had gotten too rough.

She was dragged into a hug, an embrace she only ever felt from Grace. Those men, those vile men only ever sought pleasure, cold, aggressive pleasure that soiled the very meaning of the word. But Grace was soft. Warm. Gentle. Grace was everything she needed to keep her head on her shoulders. Grace was every bit of her she wasn’t, like the pair had been cleaved apart atom by atom at birth and when they hugged it was as though their bodies knew one another the way you only know yourself. Like two halves trying to stitch themselves back together.

And they were both crying. Crying for the lives they’d had before all of this. Before those men that came at night, handing him money at the door, before they put on their bedroom voices and sultry eyes. The performance of a lifetime. She missed her brothers, she thought of what she was going to write in her next letter home, though she knew she would never get a response. She wished she hadn’t been so hard on them. She wished she’d gotten a chance to say goodbye properly.

“I want to go home,” She sobbed, a calming hand running through her hair as Grace soothed her, though she could tell by the way her face nuzzled into her neck that the sentiment was shared.

The two nineteen year olds held each other, the only solace they had in this world being one another’s gentle embrace. The only person they would ever need in the cruel hands of a world like this.

“I’ll be your home,” Grace mumbled, the words dying on her skin as the tears fell down her own cheeks, “I’ll be your home as long as you need one,”

She nodded, a silent thankyou for the selfless offer. Golden curls surrounded her vision, Grace’s arms squeezing her tighter. As if to assure her that this was it. This was all she would need. That she was never, ever letting go.

And then, silently, tiredly, Dove woke up alone.

“Good morning,” She chirped, Marc wincing at the perky nature of her tone. He sat up with a wince, his back screaming in aches from the hard sofa. It was a wonder he’d gotten any sleep at all, let alone not woken up when she’d seemingly left the room for a wander around.

“Where have you been?” His voice was gravel, a rumble of fatigue erupting from his throat. He took in the flowy bottoms she wore, the basic white shirt she’d thrown on over it and the sunglasses perched on her messy hair. In her hand was a loose, netted bag, entirely crammed with fruits. Mangoes, pomegranates, bananas, the biggest oranges he’d seen in years. He remembered Layla feeding him one at their wedding, remembered thinking they were the best thing he’d ever tasted. As if to read his mind, she took one for herself and handed him the entire bag.

“Exploring. Getting breakfast. Your phone’s been buzzing, I think your friend needed you,” She said, the spirited tone in her voice never dropping as she slumped on the bed, “I still stink of airport,”

“Go take a shower,” Marc resolved quickly, peeling back the orange, the sticky juice running over his fingers immediately. Fresh, better than any fruit he’d had in England that had been packaged and stored and frozen.

He barely saw the way her eyes twitched at the word as she tucked into her own fat slices of the citrus. “Can’t, there’s only a bathtub,” She said, cheeks full with syrup, “I think they were expecting a honeymoon, there’s all petals and candles and shit,” She said, her eyes flicking to the window to see the outside world.

“So just have a bath-”

“What’s your friend say?” She cut him off, though there was no malice in her tone. Only intrigue.

Wiping his hand clean, he reached into his pocket for his crappy burner phone. The single text from his friend with a thousand connections all over Cairo read:

Harrow is here. Aali’s waiting in Khan el-Khalili for you and your friend, said he’s got insight where they’re heading. Said some of Harrow’s men are on his tail. Better hurry, Spector.

Marc expected as much, though he’d have thought he’d have at least enough time to have breakfast before the day’s stress would already begin.

“One of his informants is waiting for us not far from here. I’ll call us a cab,” Marc replied, scarfing down the last of the tender segments, trying not to groan at how they exploded in his mouth.

“Informants,” She echoed, her eyes wandering the ceiling as she herself let the saccharine juice slide down her throat, “Makes us sound like James Bond. Although I’m pretty sure the movies would have gone a lot different if Bond got killed and resurrected by some ancient deities,”

Marc said nothing, focusing his attention on looking for a nearby taxi rank.

“I mean I suppose they do kind of have him die over and over again, when they need fresh meat to keep their movies running. I never really understood the whole thing for Bond, he seems narcissistic, arrogant at best. If you ask me, the movies don’t need more men fucking the pretty women and killing anyone they can get their hands on. The entire thing is just sixty years worth of men tugging themselves to fast cars and blood and the two dimensional women getting seduced by the hot sociopath-”

“Something’s wrong,” Steven said from inside the body, the first he’d spoken up in two days, “Something’s wrong with her,”

“Aside from the fact she doesn’t know when to shut up?” Marc asked, though he too had noted the unusually chatty mood she was in today, “No wonder you two get along so well,”

“Marc,” He snapped, his brown eyes large and concerned as he stared at her from the mirror, “I’m serious. She never waffles on like that unless she’s bothered by something,”

“And the whole shaken not stirred thing? Talk about pretentious-”

“She’s talking about the politics of a martini. I think she’s just had an extra dose of sugar this morning,” Marc shut his phone off after confirming a cab, his own hardened eyes flicking to where the woman seemed to be lost in her own spiel to even notice he hadn’t yet said a word.

“Talk to her,” Steven ordered, though his eyes never tore from her troubled gaze at the ceiling.

“And like, were it any other franchise, twenty seven movies seems ridiculous. Imagine twenty seven Harry Potter movies? Everyone would be old as hell by the time they finished. Harry Potter and the Midlife Crisis sounds shit-”

“Are you feeling okay?” Marc cut her off, her head snapping to his as if to be yanked out of a train of thought. Her eyes looked bleary, as if she still had yet to fully awaken.

“Huh?” She asked, briefly looking away to grab a plump, fuzzy peach out of the netted bag, “Yeah, I’m peachy,” She snickered to herself before realising he wasn’t laughing at all. Not even a small smile. “Come on, that one was too obvious,”

“Steven said you’re trying to distract yourself,” He said, a hint of an accusation in his tone. He caught the moment her innocent expression faltered for a slight second, before the mask slipped back on and her bright smile was plastered across her too tightly scrunched cheeks.

“Nonsense.” She brushed off, though her eyes quickly trailed away from his, leaning for a small backpack of her belongings. “Are we heading out now?”

With that, the woman strode towards the front door, dropping her sunglasses back over her eyes.

“I’ll meet you down there,” She said over her shoulder, briskly leaving Marc to get some real clothes on for the day, having only slept in an old shirt and some shorts.

“I’m telling you, mate. There’s something up,” Steven said, finally turning to his alter who stood, lost for words, his eyes softening at her retreating figure.

And Marc knew he was right. He could deny it all he liked, but it didn’t stop it from being true.

And just like that, the woman had become a total mystery to him once more.

“So where exactly was it you said your informant was?” She asked, the two of them standing in a back alley, Marc’s eyes glued to his phone as he awaited further instructions.

“Somewhere around here- you know it’s kind of difficult to type these things when he’s being tracked by trained mercenaries,” Marc snipped, making the woman roll her eyes as she leaned against the sandstone wall. Sighing through her nose and pursing her lips, she readied to open her mouth again, no doubt about to say something that would only serve to piss him off more when her ears caught the sound of a muffled scream.

Head flicking up to the top of one of the buildings, she scanned Marc’s face for any sign of alarm, only to find him still staring at his little black phone in frustration. Thinking she was simply imagining it, she readied herself to brush the sound off, when she heard it again, a moan of pain accompanying the yelp.

“Did you hear that?” She asked, standing up straight, her ears pricked to the rooftops.

“Huh?” Marc sounded annoyed, though his face melded into concern when he saw the focused look in her eyes, attention caught between the terraces, “What? Hear what-“

“Shhh,” She raised her hand to silence him, slapping her hand fully over his mouth when his lips parted with a pissed off quip ready to roll off his tongue. Her head snapped to one rooftop in particular, her eyes wide and worried as she heard the switch of a blade, a gasp of a beaten man and a chuckle of five, sinister voices. “They got him, they got your friend.”

“Where?” Marc asked, phone long forgotten as he grabbed her hand off his mouth, barely needing to question how she knew. His senses had become so far enhanced with Khonshu’s suit as well, it was only natural that she’d started to feel the full effects of her powers too.

“Over there,” She pointed in the general direction as Marc immediately set off for a fire escape leading to the upper levels.

“You stay here, I’ll go get him-”

“What- Stay here?” Came her immediate protest, “I can help! Let me help,”

“Absolutely not, you’ll just slow me down,” Reeling back in offence, Marc cast her a glance when he saw the hurt in her face, her lips pouting slightly and eyes drooping in sadness, “Don’t give me that look. I just don’t want you to see something you might not like,”

Marc knew what those mercenaries would do to his informant, what they would do to them if they so happened to stumble across them. The thought of their dirty, blood stained hands on her, hurting her, it was enough to have Marc disregard any kind of puppy dog eyes she gave him. No matter if it did make his chest twinge with guilt. He should be nicer to her, he chastised himself.

“Let the mutt have a chance,” Teased a booming voice from behind the two of them. Dove whirled around, stumbling backwards into Marc’s chest when she saw a ten foot tall skeleton of what seemed to be a bird-man type animal. Its concave eyes leered down a long beak at her smaller figure, the huge creature seemingly quite relaxed as it leaned in, its chest broad covered in wraps of linen as if he were once mummified.

Jumping back in freight as the bird got closer, Dove yelped as she felt Marc’s arms wrap around her biceps to stop her from stumbling over herself, “What the fuck is THAT?”

Khonshu only laughed, his deep timbre shaking her to her bones.

“This is Khonshu, I’m his avatar. Same way you’re Seth’s.” Marc said bitterly, glaring at the stupid bird that seemed to find her terror hilarious.

“I think my little lamb would do nicely, Spector,” Came another voice, and a dark phantom emerged from behind the silhouette of the bird headed god. The air escaped her lungs, and she would have stumbled even further back had Marc not been behind her, Seth’s dark face coming into view as if he had been summoned by the very mention of his name, as was the rule with every child’s nightmare.

His night black eyes peered down at her from atop a set of grinning, blade-sharp teeth, jaws pulled into a mix of amusement and threat. His body towered over even Khonshu once he stood at full height, broad arms muscled and fleshed out unlike the skeleton, his own staff also grinning at the horrified woman.

“Come now, little lamb,” His dark growl of a voice had her knees weakening and bones shaking the moment she heard it. The voice that had been haunting her since that night in London, when she’d woken up with blood covering her head to toe. “We’ve got a job to do,”

She couldn’t go back, she couldn’t go so easily this time.

“Keep away from me,” She hissed, Marc releasing her as she trembled and retreated when Seth began prowling towards her, “I’m warning you, I am not going back to being your little puppet again- this is my body- you’d do well to get that into your head real fast-“

Seth simply laughed, Khonshu echoing him, making Marc’s head whip towards the moon god with an irritated frown. It was clear she was terrified, as would Marc be if he had a master so cruel and heinous to be controlled by. The thought only twisted the knife of guilt chiselling away at his gut further.

“Can’t you get him to leave her be?” Marc snapped, turning his attention to his own god with a sneer and a cold look in his once soft eyes, “We’re more than capable of handling a few mercs, why drag her into this?”

“I am not the one who dragged her into this, I would remind you, Spector,” Khonshu’s words cut deep, hardening the man’s expression more, “And even if I wished to stop this, Setekh is brother to Osiris. He holds more power, both in the eyes of the Ennead and in his own being, than I ever will. To go against him would be a death sentence for us both.”

Marc sucked his teeth, not ignorant to the commotion between the two to his right. Seth leaned in, a large, clawed hand outstretched as if to stroke her hair in an unnervingly gentle fashion. The same way he had the first moment he’d met the god of death. It reminded Marc of a patronising father, caressing a dimwitted child, or even an unsuspecting dog heeling for treats. The hand was met with a swift strike away by the human woman, eyes wide with fear, chest rattling with dread, akin to a cornered cat lashing out in self defence.

The four beings seemed to stop with her action. Marc’s eyes went between her and Seth, and for once Khonshu seemed to have gone quiet. And then, after a moment of painful emptiness, Seth chuckled once more. Not amused anymore, but a bitter rumble of fury, one that had Dove’s heart plummeting into her stomach, feeling as if the entire contents of it would come up any second now.

“The little lamb has fire?” Seth’s canine like head tilted, his tall, pointed ears going with it. Though, they didn’t flop like a dog’s would, no. They seemed to point towards her, sensing the unfiltered terror that washed through her bloodstream. A predator locked in on its prey. A wolf descending on a lone sheep.

“Keep away from me,” She repeated, the anger still in her tone, though it had now been diluted by the fear, the tremble in her throat giving her away. Seth grinned, though the smile was tainted. The jaw pulling into a snarl, his face becoming all the more sinister.

“I told you. You’re mine now, lamb,” He barked, his hand darting out and roughly grabbing a thick knot of her hair from the back of her skull, a mewl of shock slipping past her lips, “You’d do well to obey me next time,”

Obey. Obey him. She could think of nothing worse. She wanted to just kick and scream and spit and lash out all the more, writhe away from his touch, his touch that reminded her of his. As if he was no longer a ghost from her past, but was now haunting her still through the God of Death. She was tired of her body being taken from her; tired, so fucking tired of being told to sit and obey. She had obeyed. She had sat patiently, been the compliant little girl bending to a man’s vile words, she had been putty in his wretched palms.

She had obeyed him before, and now Grace was gone.

There was a single second where her gaze cut to Marc’s, eyes pleading with his coffee brown irises that seemed to diminish in all of their anger the moment she locked eyes with him, begging for help with a childlike terror, mouth pursed open ready to scream.

“Mar-” Was all she whimpered, before Seth’s claws latched onto her and her expression froze.

Marc was sure he’d killed her, was sure he’d crushed her fragile cranium in his bare hand just to prove to her the consequences of lashing out, the breath escaping his own lungs as he watched it happen, half guessing he was about to bite down on her soft face with those monstrous teeth of his.

But there was no blood, no chunks of flesh ripped from her as he thought. No scream of pain and torture.

Instead her scared face morphed into one of an entranced nothingness, eyes drooping from their usual expressive nature, chest evening out into calm breaths. Her pupils swirled in their pools of inky blackness, growing, devouring the rest of her iris, the whites of her corneas disappearing as the darkness took over, until she, too, looked down at him with malicious black sockets.

Her suit grew around her. Spreading over her clothes: a tight, black second-skin, gold bone-like details spindling around her limbs as the sable suit spread down her entire body. The muzzle slipped over her mouth and nose, as if she were a dangerous mutt in need of chaining. Controlling. Being taught to heed to its master. Marc knew it was Seth’s way of making her feel even less in control.

He said her name, taking a wary step in her direction, approaching a cornered animal in a snare. Her head seemed to tilt, midnight eyes locking in on his wary figure, though there was nothing behind those pools of darkness that gave hint to any recognition from the woman.

Because she was not there anymore. This was not her. This was Seth’s pawn, his puppet. His mongrel of a marionette. His Hellhound.

He called for her again, raising a large, olive hand in her direction, even if to lower the muzzle, even if to make her more human and less animal, only to be met by a husky growl from behind the wretched thing, a warning to keep away.

Marc’s chest felt pierced seeing her like this. Entirely not herself, entirely Seth’s play thing. A wild beast that would rip him to shreds if she got the chance. The healed bite on his thigh burned where she’d attempted it last time.

Seth laughed again, releasing his grip on her skull, where the two, upright ears now grew out of the hardened metal mask, no doubt an ego boost to his own handsome features.

“Don’t bother, Spector,” The god rumbled with sick delight, the woman’s head lowering at her master's voice, “She is entirely mine until I say so,”

Marc’s chest puffed out in annoyance, daring to stare down the God of Death for the offending comment. She was not his, she was a person. She was her own person, with her own mind and body that had been stolen from her, if a mind and body could even be taken from someone. Her soul; her sweet, gentle soul that Marc had started to adore was lost from those eyes, those feral caves of shadows that scanned the rooftops for their target. The life was gone from them, smothered by the darkness, by the bloodlust. The Hellhound was all that remained.

She stopped at one particular point as she had done when she was once again herself, waiting obediently by her master's side for a command.

He gave none, simply looking down at her approvingly before nodding a head in the direction of the mercenaries. That was all the signal she needed.

Marc had barely any time to prepare himself before he was scrambling after her darting figure, a black streak in front of his eyes that seemed to move faster than even his own brain could keep up with.

The hunt was on. The Hellhound had smelled blood.

She had given him a run for his money, quite literally. The Hellhound was fast, lithe, stealthy. Silent even when running at full pelt towards her target, even when jumping between buildings and sliding under thick planks of wood left over from decaying furniture. Never ceasing for breath, never slowing down for her partner in crime who was struggling with his human lungs to keep up with her.

Finally, the five mercs came into view, along with his informant who had certainly seen better days. His bloody nose and busted eye seemed the least of his worries however when Marc caught the glint of a switchblade in the sunlight, the knife being plunged into his gut before the two of them could get there, no matter how fast they had been.

Hellhound made the vault between the buildings in one, landing on the edge of the rooftop effortlessly, her demonic eyes narrowing in on the five men that stared back at them. Marc was shortly behind her, hopping down the short wall to the rest of the terrace he huffed as he caught his breath, coming to stand beside the woman.

“Oh shit,” Marc started, the mercenaries turning to look at the odd pair that watched them tensely, “You killed him? We needed to talk to that guy about a dig site,”

The men smirked, eyeing up the Hellhound with malicious intrigue. They missed the way her gloved fingers extended out into deadly claws, or the way her eyes honed in on the large blades they wielded, thinking of every way she would be able to disarm them.

“Guess I’m gonna have to talk to you instead,” Marc sighed, taking a single step towards the men as Hellhound widened her stance, two of them breaking away from their group to come near her.

“You’re too late. You’re never gonna find Harrow,” The tallest one commented, tossing his blade into the air in a gloating fashion, his smirk never leaving his face.

“Really?” Marc asked, watching the display with a tired eye roll, “Oh, what are we dancin’? We fightin’? What are we gonna do?”

The man carved a line in front of him with his blade stepping towards Marc while two of the others headed for the woman who had yet to show any sign of alarm at the scene. Marc readied himself to avoid the blades, his fists coming up to block his gut, hoping she would leave some part of them for the crows to pick at atleast.

He had seen what she had done to those Jackals. Men with knives wouldn’t touch her.

As if on cue, the men lunged for each of them. Marc busied himself with the three coming his way, a boy no older than sixteen following his peers blindly with a knife that looked uncomfortable in his young palm. But the bloodshed came from Hellhound.

The more broad of the two went first, serrated blade outstretched from his meaty arm. His hand was soon stopped by four blade-like claws digging into his wrist, slicing his veins down to the bone, blood spurting from him near immediately. He squealed, though the shock of his hand nearly being ripped off was nothing when her other palm was brought across his face in a slashing motion.

A centimetre higher and his eye would have been taken clean out.

The knife was dropped, a petrified look in the man’s eyes as thick blood streamed down his jaw, the second man ducking out from behind him with his own knife ready. He threw one slash towards her neck, already protected with a thick layer of the leather like suit, making the small weapon effectively useless had he even gotten close to her.

Which he didn’t.

She’d already easily dodged his advance, coming up to grab the back of his shoulder and smash his face against the stone wall behind them with a sickening crunch. Three of his teeth spilled onto the stone floor, nose flooding with the metallic liquid that dripped into his mouth. Claws dragged up into his hair, pressing harder than Seth had when he had grabbed her in a similar way, until she felt flesh squish and blood trickle over her palm. The man screamed, squirming under her grasp, which only had her holding on tighter, wrenching at his skull until he dropped to his knees and the knife slipped from his grasp with the white hot pain he was in.

Her gaze dropped to her left where Marc was still fighting the men that had headed for him, only to hear the younger boy behind them.

“In your face, foreigner,” He spoke in his Arabic tongue, throwing his smaller blade towards Marc’s head as the man was busy fending off an attacker.

But the blade never made it far. Her black, leathered hand snatched the knife by its serrated edge, though the woman did not show any signs of wincing at the sharp blade. Why would she? When all she felt was a lust for revenge watching the boy shrink back in fear, realising he was now without a weapon and had drawn the attention of the wolf looking creature.

She was a picture of a nightmare as she tossed his knife to the ground effortlessly, the darkness of her eyes swirling with rage as she stepped towards him. Hellhound wasn’t sure who that man was, the man who had tried to touch her infront of her master, the same man who had tried to caress her last time she was freed. She didn’t know him, but there was part of her writhing with anger that he had almost been harmed. Didn’t care for him, but was ready to rip this boy to shreds for attempting to hurt the man.

“Wait!” Marc called, knowing what she was about to do to that child. The two men that cowered, soaked in blood, were evidence enough that she was just as brutal as she had been the last time she’d been freed. But that boy was just a kid. Hellhound may not have a moral compass but he sure as hell did. As did Dove. And he knew she would hate herself if she knew what she was doing. If she hurt a kid. “Stop!”

But he didn’t have to intervene as the other man he’d been fighting tackled her from behind. The distraction seemed to have been her downfall as he managed to restrain his arms to her sides. She let out a snarl of anger, throwing her head back in an attempt to fend him off, only for him to wrestle her towards the edge of the building. Digging her heels into the floor, she squirmed, thrashing in his hold enough to have him loosen the slightest amount. She managed to dig her claws into his thigh, the man yawping in pain, shoving her hard to the side, aiming to have her over the side of the rooftop.

Call it luck on the man’s part, but his desperate strength seemed to be enough to toss her over the sharp drop, over the edge of the four story building, high enough for anyone to break enough bones to cause serious damage. If not death.

Marc had barely been able to stop her, though he knew better than those men that Seth would heal her, since he’d been so preoccupied fighting his own challenger, one he’d only just been able to disarm before she’d been thrown.

“Marc, don’t do it, Marc” Steven begged from the reflection of the knife, “Stop it, go help her. Just stop this,” The English man pleaded, his eyes worried as Marc began to feel a pull from inside the body.

His breath drew short, his head switching between the alters as Steven used his moment of weakness to take over, his only thought being to help his Dove.

Marc took over the body once more, ripping his consciousness back from Steven, to find himself in a taxi?

Taking a quick moment to understand where he was, he turned to the driver with a panicked tone, “Stop, please!” He asked, his Arabic rusty from what he’d been able to pick up on his missions and through Layla.

“You’re speaking Arabic, eh?” The driver asked, bustling around in his seat to glare at Marc. “Why are you acting like a foreigner?”

“Where are you taking me?” The man demanded, sure he already seemed batshit crazy to the innocent driver who looked just as confused as Marc felt.

“You said picking up your friend?” He replied, a pissed off look on his face. As if to have summoned the beast herself, a loud slam hit the bonnet of the taxi. It happened almost too fast, Hellhound stood tall on the car, a dent where she had dragged herself up onto the metalwork, her targets back in her sight. It wasn’t until Marc ducked out the car that he saw the five guys coming out of the building, seemingly relaxed until they saw the seething woman staring at them.

“Let me talk to you,” Marc yelled over the bustle of the traffic. The men looked at one another, the two of the more bloodied men taking one glance at where the woman hopped off the bonnet and scrambled to get away, leaving their other three partners on their own.

“You just let us go man,” The youngest said, watching the two with confused eyes, though the mercenary that had thrown her off the roof seemed to sicken visibly at the sight of her standing alive and well, looking more than furious.

The trio booked it before either of them could take a step further.

Taking off into the crowd, a whippet of a dark phantom once more, gaining on the three perpetrators faster than they could have imagined. Her boots were silent as they pounded on the stone floor below, as if she were a wraith coming to haunt their souls for running, a demon chasing their shadows. Inescapable. Inevitable. A hunter descending on its kill.

Marc took off after the leader and the youngest one as they skidded around a sharp corner of the bazaar, Hellhound pouncing after the other who decided to take the next corner in a desperate attempt to lose the two pursuers. But he was not so lucky. Hellhound was faster.

Two clawed hands latched onto his shoulders, shoving him roughly to the wall. The man was lifted clear off his feet, the beast of a woman scraping his body against the sandstone as if he were dead weight. He could do nothing but squirm as her grip tightened, thumbs sinking into his collar bones beneath his thin jacket. He hissed in pain, eyes widening as she leaned in with those sinister black sockets.

“Where’s Harrow?” A deep rumble came from her feminine chest, Coptic falling from her muzzled lips, the sound of it so vile he worried of pissing himself. Unlike anything he had heard before. Something so ancient he cursed whoever the being was that had disturbed the monster within her.

The man whimpered like a babe, squirming under her hold, only to have her force him harder into the wall until cracks appeared behind his frame where her strength concaved the material.

“Where is he?” She snarled in Arabic this time, her muzzle dropping around her jaw to reveal her elongated canines, snapping at his jugular in impatience.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” He mewled, his head twisting to get away from the creature, eyes squeezed shut in the hopes of his death coming quick and painless. “I swear, Abdulla, th-the one your friend went for, he was the one hired by Harrow. I don’t know anything,” He begged. She took a moment to stare him down through those soulless eyes of hers, before she gave a final grumble of feral anger and dropped the mercenary onto his shaking legs. Within a single blink, she had tore off to find wherever Marc had gotten to, not sure who he was yet but knowing he was different from these other men she saw through her puppeteered mind.

When Marc came to the second time after being dragged from fronting, his face was wet with sweat and something thicker, more copper smelling. His hands were sticky with the same substance, and it took him just a moment for his eyes to adjust to realise he had plunged a knife into Abdulla’s chest, a look of distant terror on the man’s face that soon dissolved into lifeless eyes rolling back as he fell to the ground.

The knife dripped with the last moments of the man’s life, Marc’s hand gripping the weapon tightly as he tried making sense of where he was. Somewhere out of the city, further away from prying eyes and civilians that a scene like this would alarm. A rocky causeway, a clearing atop a cliff of sorts, deserted and quiet where he could have his crisis in peace.

That is until he heard the laboured breathing behind him, a grunt echoing through the clearing. A dragging sound across the grainy sand beneath his feet, scraping against the rock that jutted out of the embankment.

Marc whirled around, Hellhound standing over the body of the man she had gone after, whether he had returned to help his friend or she had killed him on the spot he didn’t know. She stood eerily still, watching his face for any sign of life, to which Marc saw there was none at all, as if waiting for anything else to cross her path and end up on the receiving end of her claws.

A yawp of pain snatched their attention before Marc could approach her, though he was still unsure if that person receiving her wrath would be him. The man’s heart fell to his feet when he realised it was the kid, the young boy who had no clue of the world he was getting himself into, that had decades ahead of him to change his life around. He saw himself in those scared, almond eyes; saw himself at seventeen angry and hating the world, wanting only to hurt and be hurt by everyone around him as if to prove his bitterness right.

But there, on the sandy floor, the boy tried to crawl away with whatever strength he had left in his tired limbs that already seemed to have taken a slashing. By his own knife or Hellhound’s razorblades, he wasn’t sure.

A mean look settled on the man’s face, knowing what they had to do with the sole remaining witness, the last person who could give them information.

“Where’s the tomb?” Marc bit, but the boy was not listening.

His eyes were settled on the Hellhound, her figure silent, still. Black eyes trained on him, never wavering, never blinking. The boy, too scared to so much as rip his attention from the woman, dragged his lame leg away from the creature, knowing she would take the single second he looked away to strike. A jackal circling a rabbit in a snare.

“Take him to the ledge,” Khonshu murmured behind the two of them, Marc’s eyes turning down for a split second in sadness. He didn’t want to do this, he thought he was better than this. Hurting children, threatening little boys for problems that weren’t their’s.

He was no better than his mother.

“He’s just a kid,” Marc all but whispered, as if he knew how pathetic it made him seem to the god. But it was true. The boy couldn’t have been older than his late teens. He was just a boy.

“He’ll talk,” Khonshu reassured, though Marc knew he had no problem hurting those that endangered their mission, all in the name of protecting the greater good. But Marc knew better. There wasn’t a single bone in his body that wanted to threaten that kid any longer.

Just as the man pursed his lips to refuse, drawing a line in the sand that even he wouldn’t cross, another behemoth figure appeared behind the three of them, the warmth seeping from the humid air as if he had washed the group in a numbing haze the second he arrived.

“Go show him your bark is as bad as your bite, little beast,” Seth purred into her ear, his figure towering over her statuesque body. The two were a mirror of one another, her demeanour a projection of Seth’s darkest wishes. A phantom of chaos. An angel of death. A reaper of whoever Seth condemned to her paws.

A dog now with a command, Hellhound stalked forward, yanking the boy by his front with a single hand, dragging his body across the rough terrain as if he were no more than a sack of flour. Lifting him into the air, he was held by little more than his shirt and tie, the fabric snatching against his throat tightly.

“Where’s the tomb?” Marc reeled back, the voice that erupted out of her chest was not her own at all, was not even of this earth. It was a dark hiss, and gave his body the same goosebumps as Seth’s had the first moment he heard it. The boy stammered, moving his mouth as if to want to give her the answer but to come up empty. It only served to anger the girl as she scruffed his collar tighter, snarling into his face for a response, “Where is it?”

But the kid swallowed whatever words he was going to give, pulling a switchblade out from his trouser pocket.

“Praise Ammit,” He murmured. It came out forced, as if he’d been told those words by the people around him, as if he didn’t entirely believe them himself but had been programmed to cut his losses if he were at an interrogation like this.

Swiftly, before Marc could intervene and save the poor kid’s short life, the boy brought the knife up to the shirt that seemed to be the only thing stopping him from plummeting off the cliff edge and slit the fabric clean in two.

As expected, his body could do nought else but fall, fall silently and morbidly down the twenty-foot edge until something cracked with a loud thud as he hit the ground.

Which was exactly the moment Dove returned to her body.

Her consciousness was all but dragged from the pit of her mind, a surge of breath entering her lungs as if she were coming up for air from being held underwater. Where the hell was she? Why was she stood at a cliff’s edge?

Her face felt sticky, hands coated in a honey like wetness. In fact her entire body felt tight with the stuff. And the smell, the bitter iron that burned her throat with every breath.

A frown settled on her features, looking down at herself only to see a tight black suit that covered her entire body, metallic prongs ribbing the gear like bones. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. It was the reddish sheen reflecting off the black in wet patches, the viscid liquid entirely covering where her hands were exposed, the only trace of the suit being more boning up to her fingertips where lethal sharp claws lay, dripping with more of the claret vermillion substance.

Blood. She was covered in blood. Why was she always covered in blood?

She must have made some sort of wail of freight because then hands were grabbing her shoulders. Yelping, squirming, shrieking some more, she quickly realised the hands were turning her around, hands that were equally as bloodied and bruised. Olive shaded hands she had come to know quite well.

Hands that were stroking her hair, holding her head to try get her to calm down. All sound had run away with her in the midst of her terror, it took her a moment to understand he was talking to her.

“You’re okay, you’re alright,” He cooed, the blaring panic clear as day in her eyes as she drank him in, her mind ticking at the fact he had blood on his face too, trickled from a large gash on the side of his head down his jaw.

“Yo-you’re hurt,” Was all she could say, his big hands encompassing both sides of her head as she raised her own fingers to touch his wound gently. It was then she was reminded, as Marc unintentionally drew away from the sharp claws, that she was indeed a weapon. She would hurt him with a single touch, and then there would be more blood, his blood on her. She couldn’t bare the thought of hurting him. She’d rather cut her own throat here and now than harm him. “Marc, what did I do-”

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” He repeated, stroking the side of face carefully, her eyes turning down in utter hopelessness. Her gaze briefly wondered over his shoulder to the bodies on the floor, her breath choking in her throat at the sight of them, the blood, oh fucking god theres so much blood- “Don’t look at that, you don’t need to see that, you’re okay,” Marc shushed her as her face filled with remorse, pulling her head into his chest, circling his muscled arms around her shaking body for a tight hug.

She squashed herself against him, hugging him back just as hard with the need for his comfort, burying her face into his top, eyes squeezing shut as if to hope to erase the nasty sight of the dead in front of them.

“Marc, what have I done?”

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I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 43

"What the hell just happened?" Pope asked as he was propped up against the Twinkie.

"I saved all your asses." Jessie retorted sternly, clearly over their bullshit. Jessie went straight to Kiara to take Charley back into her arms, Rafe and JJ following close behind her to usher everyone into the van.

Nobody knew what to say to Jessie's remark... she was right, but was that really how they wanted it handled?

"We didn't have to shoot anyone!" John B protested, clearly anxious about the situation.

"Didn't we John B? Didn't we?" Jessie asked angrily as she gave John B a death glare. "You know what," Jessie sat Charley down on the ground to play with whatever she found. "I'm tired of you guys acting like shit like this wasn't gonna happen. You go on treasure hunts, you get guns pointed at your heads, you do drugs, you pawn gold... people get killed! And just like so many years ago, I'm the only one that has the balls to protect you guys despite you dragging me through the shit with you that I never asked to be apart of! I don't need any more shit from any of you!"

Everyone was speechless, simply looking at Jessie trying to register how they should feel. JJ and Rafe however had already heard the speech, and they stood there awkwardly with their hands in their pockets.

"You guys can be mad at me all you want for leaving all those years ago without so much as a goodbye... but never forget one thing... I will always do the hard thing. Don't act so surprised like you don't even know me! You think I just went to New York and became some soft ass bitch? No! I ran with a group that's done far worse than what I just did." Jessie seethed, looking around at everyone. "And I'd do it again." Jessie stated calmly with a slight chuckle. Jessie was clearly done talking, yet nobody spoke up except for Rafe.

"You guys are taking Jessie and Charley back to JJ's, and JJ and I are staying here until you bring my truck back." Rafe stated calmly as he scratched the back of his head, trying to break the tension.

"What about the cross?" Pope asked.

"Oh would you forget about the damn cross-" Jessie started but was cut off by her brother.

"We're gonna get the cross... but we've got bigger issues to take care of first."

"Issues, oh yeah, issues! Issues my ass! Don't act like what I just did is an is-"

"Jessie," JJ raised his voice slightly in annoyance, giving his sister a wide side eye. "Shut up."

Rafe once again decided to try and de-escalate the situation... mainly just his wife.

"Look, Jess... no one's saying you didn't have a right to do it... we-they're all just a little shocked right now."

Jessie had no more words, instead she just scoffed and opened the door of the twinkie and called Charley over to her. The Pogues followed behind and Rafe and JJ both gave John B a sympathetic look as he drove away.

It was now just the two of them, the two men that loved Jessie the most in this world, the two men who would always come running to her rescue. This was a perfect example of that.

"Sooooo..." JJ trailed off with pursed lips as he kicked the leaves on the ground.

"Don't act like you didn't know this would happen." Rafe immediately interjected with a disgusted look on his face. He began to walk around, putting his hands behind his head to stretch and sighed deeply.

"She's just like you, ya know." JJ stated plainly.

"And what's that supposed to mean." Rafe spat.

"You'd both kill anyone or anything that was in your way, neither of you care what anyone else thinks about you... you're perfect for each other. You're like.. Bonnie and Clyde." JJ said through a laugh. "I never wanted to admit it but... you're both some hard headed ass bitches that can burn the whole world up simply because you choose to do it together."

"Then why have you always hated us being together?" Rafe asked sarcastically with knotted brows, now looking at his brother in law with hands on his hips, expecting an answer. JJ paused for a second before his half smile faded away.

"Because those same traits are exactly what can so easily be each other's downfall."

There was a hush between them, and Rafe knew what JJ was talking about. He had experienced the downfall.

"You both have gone through your whole lives looking for different vices, you both have very addictive personalities. If you don't keep it in check, that's how you end up hurting each other to the point of no return... literally. You two have the ability to be star crossed lovers or to be an atomic bomb. You hold each other's hearts so tightly you could strangle them to death in a minute."

Rafe said nothing once more, only looking down at the ground and scratching his neck once more with a slow nod of understanding.

"I was never scared that you didn't love her, dude... I was scared that you did."

Rafe just chuckled under his breath.

"JJ, I-I think that's the deepest thing I've ever heard you say." Rafe joked, clearly not knowing what to say. "But thank you... I think?"

"It was meant to be a compliment." JJ half smiled. Rafe reciprocated by smiling as well, both of them looking around and laughing as if they had made it.

"But, uh, you should know that I know you put that hole in the wall at Tanneyhill..." JJ said awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Rafe's face dropped, clearly embarrassed and feeling the whole heartfelt conversation they had just had was flushed down the toilet.

"Yeah... I uh... got a little angry."

"We all get a little angry sometimes, man, but I trust that Jessie's wrath will always rain harder than mine, and that's what's keeping me from pummeling you right now." JJ only half joked. Still, Rafe laughed.

"Yeah, she uh... doesn't let me live much down."

"Oh I know. She can handle her shit."

"Clearly." Rafe replied with a swift nod of the head towards the entryway of the church. JJ laughed in response.

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John B had finally made it back to the house, dropping the girls off and bringing Pope along with him to grab Rafe's truck back at Tanneyhill.

Not many words were exchanged between everyone on the way back to the Chat. Jessie simply exited the van with her daughter on her hip and walked faster than the rest of the girls to get inside first.

"Mommy, I wanna play." Those were the first words out of the toddlers mouth since the debacle. Jessie was grateful Charley clearly had no clue or at least had forgotten what unfolded based on the carefree look on her sweet face. Jessie sat down on the couch, Charley in front of her playing with the toy cars on the coffee table. She put her hands in her hair and looked down at the ground as she felt the couch sink on both sides of her, knowing Kie and Sarah were sitting down with her, both of them still at a loss for words.

Jessies emotions were throwing the girls off, she didn't seem sad or remorseful... she seemed laser focused and angry... at the Pogues most likely. Despite Jessie's unreadable expressions, she decided to snap out of whatever she was feeling and play with the toy cars with her daughter, carefully spinning the wheels of the bright red car towards the other hot wheel Charley was holding.

"No don't crash them, mommy!" Charley laughed as she sped her car away from Jessie's, who was pretending like she was chasing them. Jessie laughed in response, clearly entranced in her own little world with her toddler.

"Jessie..." Kiara finally spoke up barely above a whisper. "How are you not freaking out right now?" She asked with a look of disbelief. Jessie looked up to make eye contact with the girl to her left and simply shrugged.

"You wouldn't freak out either if you were protecting your family." Jessie simply put it, going back to playing cars with Charley. Kie simply looked over Jessie and made eye contact with Sarah. Ironically, Sarah didn't seem as shocked by the response as Kiara did. It's almost as if Sarah had seen the same... numb look in Rafe's eyes before... the same calm, chilling demeanor. Sarah couldn't decide if she understood Jessie's stance or not.

"You're probably hungry aren't you baby?" Jessie asked in an unusually cheery voice to her daughter.

"Yeah!" Charley enthusiastically replied as her eyes grew wide and her hands went up in celebration.

"Let's get you something to eat." Jessie responded as she got up from between the two girls and made her way into the kitchen. She fixed Charley a turkey and cheese sandwich with ketchup on the side, just how the toddler liked it. She of course didn't forget to cut the sandwich into four triangles. As Charley sat contently in the chair scooted close to the island to eat her sandwich, Jessie opened the fridge once more to help herself to a beer. Jessie and Sarah both watched Jessie open the glass bottle effortlessly against the counter top and take a large swig of the beverage. Considering it was the middle of the day, and Jessie wasn't much of a drinker (at least not anymore), to say they were shocked was an understatement. Still, the two girls were too intimidated to say anything. However, Jessie looked over to catch a glimpse of the looks of judgement and confusion on the two teenagers' faces.

"What?" Jessie snapped as she extended her hands out.

"Nothing." They both said and physically shook the looks off their faces, realizing they probably looked really judgmental. Jessie shrugged off the encounter by taking another drink of her beer and walking to her old room with a posture that showed she was still unphased.

Jessie sat on her bed and sighed, her head hung low. She realized in that moment she really needed a massage, her shoulders were so tense her head and neck started to hurt. She took a deep breath as she looked back up at the small wooden desk in front of her, the same desk she barely did any work at years ago, the same desk that was pretty much only used to house her dad's drugs. That reminded her... had that drawer been opened since she left? More importantly, were her buds still in there? Jessie hadn't thought about smoking since she found out she was pregnant, quickly learning to resist the urges and never picked the old habit back up even after Charley was born. She always viewed that activity as one that was almost sacred in a way, as if not smoking was a symbol that she was a new person.

Still, she couldnt help but feel like the same old Jessie in that moment, sitting in her old room, drinking whatever alcohol she could find, stressed as hell by whatever she had gotten herself into or tried to get someone out of. She felt like she sat there for hours contemplating her next move, but really it was only mere minutes before she inched her way closer to the desk. She remembered the room being so small she didn't even have to completely get off the end of the bed to open the tiny drawer. She opened the drawer to reveal all the old shit she had left in the desk, a notebook, pens, some old sunglasses, none of the items what she was hoping for. She felt like an addict again, as the sight of not seeing what she was looking for suddenly made her upset. She continued to delve her hand deeper into the back of the drawer, eventually finding what felt like a long, wadded up piece of paper. Bingo. The joint she found did not look anything like the ones she had rolled in high school, thank goodness. She was scared to smoke something that old. She figured JJ must've used her stash at some point, but of course made it a point to always have some on standby. She silently thanked her brother.

Jessie rolled the fresh joint in between her fingers, imagining the hit being way better than the four year old bud she expected to see in the drawer. She hadn't smoked in so long she imagined it would be like smoking for the first time again, her tolerance most likely had dwindled down drastically, but who was she to know until she tried it?

As she considered the pros and cons of lighting up, her mind wandered to Rafe. She remembered that drugs were exactly what drove her away from OBX in the first place. She hesitated, but then again, Jessie was never nearly as addicted to this stuff as Rafe was, right? And, it's not like she was snorting lines... this was just a little weed, right? Still, Jessie couldn't help but feel bad considering she left Rafe because of his drug problems, and ever since they got back together he had been off of them himself. But, then again, she could quit whenever she wanted to, addiction to drugs was never truly her problem. Or so she thought, until she was presented with just the right amount of stress and the perfectly rolled joint that just so happened to be so easily accessible. She convinced herself now was the time to do it. Still, she hesitated for her fears deep down inside her that this would start another battle of epic proportions that would affect both her and the people she loved. She had seen what one simple joint had done in the past. So, instead of smoking, she simply stuck the joint in her back pocket, not completely sure what she was planning on doing with it just yet.

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Loki x Reader -> Killer Love

WARNING!: Blood, Gore, Murder, detailed murder, brutal (I think that's it) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

CHAPTER 1

„No ! Please ! Let us go, please !!“, a man yelled in panic.

„Now why would I do that ?“, the kidnapper asked.

„We have a family !“, the woman now begged.

„So ? You always abused your own children. Fooled your family members for more money and planned to kill them all. I do not see a reason to set you free.“

„We will change ! We promise !“, the man again pleaded.

„People like you, never change. No matter how many second chances they get.“

With that a chainsaw was heard and the man saw a person with a hood and mask, approach his wife.

„No ! Selina !!!“, the man yelled in panic.

The chainsaw cut off the woman’s arms and she screamed in pain, horror and fear. The man yelled and cried and begged the kidnapper to stop. They never did. Soon the woman bled out and died. Then the man got the same fate to feel. As that was over, the person took them both and dragged them away. They drove deep into a forest, threw them careless out with their cut away body parts, sorted them, and then left again.

The next day arrived and a phone rang. The owner of it groaned in annoyance and picked up, sleepy and grumpy.

„Loki Laufeyson, what can I do for you ?“, he answered grumpy.

„Loki ! We need your services here. Two corpses have been found. It looks bad. I hope you have a strong stomach.“, someone told him on the other end of the phone.

„Daniel…Can’t you call Dr. Bruce Banner for that ?“

„I can’t. He is on vacation.“

Now Loki sat up in pure shock and anger.

„WHAT ?!“

„Did…did no one tell you ?“

„No. No one told me !“

„You are the only available person right now. I am sorry…“

Loki huffed but stood up.

„And I was happy, that I will have a day off, as promised…“, he mumbled.

„I am sorry. How long do you think will you need to get here ?“

„Depends on…where is here ?“

„Oh ! I am so sorry ! It is the Wild Forest Blue Mountain. A few police men will wait for you outside the forest, so you will be able to find us. We are pretty deep inside it.“

„Alright. I will be by the forest in 30 minutes. I will see you there.“

„Okay. Be careful out there, Dr. Laufeyson.“

„I will be.“

With that Loki hung up. What kind of Doctor is he ? He is a coroner. He looks at every corpse, cuts them open, looks for clues and tells the criminal police and Detectives, his colleagues in short, if it was murder, what he found, what they should look for, or if it was a natural death or suicide. All in all…busy shit on one corpse for 3 days straight…

Joy…

‚Hopefully this will be easy and quick…‘, Loki thought to himself as he dressed up.

Lately more dead bodies appeared and Loki couldn’t find any clues. No fingerprints, no hair, no skin, no blood…just NOTHING !! He only found out the cause of death, but never anything to track down the murderer. Loki himself was very pissed at that. They let other coroner check after Loki’s results and also came up with the same, like Loki. He hated it, that they always want to assure themselves, that he wasn’t working sloppy. It was annoying…

Loki arrived at the forest. The Blue Mountain Forest. He saw the police men instantly. 10 men and 1 woman. He went over to them and showed them his ID.

„Dr. Loki Laufeyson. I was called by Daniel Gregory Shengui.“, Loki explained.

„He informed us, Dr. Laufeyson. Follow us.“, one of the police men said.

Loki nodded and with that they were on their way. As soon as Loki arrived he covered his mouth in disgust. But not of the corpses or the smell, he was used to that by now. But by the fat man, searching the woman’s mouth, WITHOUT any gloves. He is not even supposed to touch the dead body !

„Hey !“, Loki yelled.

The fat man continued, not even bothering to stop. The police men saw it now too and went over to him, grabbed him and dragged him away. Right to Loki.

„You are not allowed to touch the dead body ! Now your DNA is on her and you could have destroyed important evidence !“, Loki yelled angered at the man.

The fat man wasn’t even police, just a civilest.

„Who are you to tell me what to do ?! That is my daughter, that lays there dead with her husband !“

„I can’t detect the killer, if you destroy every evidence and then you could be suspected as the killer ! Every fool knows that !“, Loki snarled back at the man.

„And what are you ?!“

„I am a coroner. I am here to search the corpses for evidence, to detect the killer.“

„Loki ! There you are !“, Daniel called.

„If you excuse me.“, Loki stormed off to Daniel.

„I was worried that you couldn’t make it…“, he said.

„I made it, now the dead bodies ?“

„You won’t like it. There isn’t much left of them…“

„What are you talking about ? I saw the woman with all of her body parts.“, Loki said confused.

Daniel pointed his finger at the dead bodies. Loki looked at them closer and his eyes widened in shock.

„Oh my God…“, he said.

Just then he saw, what Daniel meant. They were complete, but…their limbs were separate from their bodies. Just the torso and head were still together.

„Did the killer put them like that, or the police men ?“, Loki asked calmly.

„The Killer must have been it. They had family. 4 children, 1 sister – in – law, 2 brothers – in – law, 2 nephews, 2 nieces, 2 fathers – in – law and 1 mother – in – law.“

„A pretty big family…“, Loki mumbled.

„Yes. I found a bit information and found out that their 4 children were always injured badly and were scared to talk about it, the parents said that they have no idea and never left the hospital room, when the police interrogated them. Like they knew what the kids would say, if they weren’t present. We suspected that they abused them.“, a woman said.

Loki turned around and smiled brightly.(fake)

„Detective Wanda Maximoff !“

„You are on the case ? What happened to Detective Natasha Romanoff ?“, Loki asked.

„She is still on the other case. She said she will not accept it, that it just got closed, because we had no evidence of murder but suicide. When she returns, the Boss will give her a long break, so she will not overheat.“, she answered with shrugging her shoulders.

„Ah…“, was all Loki said to that.

„She is very determined, that the sperm, you found in the dead woman’s body, wasn’t from her Boyfriend. He said he and the victim had Sex before she died, but Detective Romanoff doesn’t believe it. She is determined that she got raped and then killed.“, Wanda told him stressed.

Loki chuckled dryly.

„I had a DNA test made, 15 times by the way, and it was always the same result. It was her Boyfriend’s. She wasn’t happy with her life, I guess.“, Loki said.

„The woman’s entrance looked ripped open by a huge dick or something. Found anything out about that ?“

Loki nodded and laughed at that.

„The boy told me, that she wanted him to shove his whole fist inside her entrance. It was her first time, fisting, and he moved too fast. It was probably because of that.“

Wanda looked at Loki for a long moment and then nodded. Wanda blushed at that.

„Sounds reasonable…“, she mumbled.

„You can gladly ask him yourself again.“, Loki offered.

„No, no ! I believe you. Detective Romanoff also did it already. He always said the same.“

Loki gave her a tight lipped smile.

„How are you and Vision holding up ?“, he asked her.

„We are good.“

„And ? Already had finally Sex ?“, he teased.

Wanda went red and punched Loki playfully.

„Watch it, Loki.“

He chuckled softly.

„Ah I see… Still too ashamed and scared of letting Vision fuck you and see you naked. I get it.“

„Loki ! I mean it ! Shut up !“, she said embarrassed.

„Darling, soon you have to let him in. He loves you, for you and not your body. He is still a man though and men get very easy to erect. I bet he is at home now and masturbating himself to you. You should finally make a move, Detective.“, Loki advised.

Wanda went even redder.

„You think so ?“

„I know so. I am a man, Wanda.“

„But you never had a Girlfriend or even a Boyfriend.“

„That is correct. But still, I was a Teenager and from there I know it. I got always a boner at every girl I saw as I was a Teenager.“, Loki said laughing.

„You did ?!“

„I did. But now it is over. Gosh I am a 23 year old man now. It stopped as I turned 17.“

„You never had…Sex…right ?“

„I did have. One girl was playing with my heart as I was 15 years old and at our 3rd date we had Sex. After that she left me. It was a bet and she won it. Since then I don’t trust people so easily.“, Loki growled out.

„I am sorry about that, Loki.“

„It was nothing. You don’t have to say sorry for my foolish mistakes in the past. It was my own doing.“

„But you could be happy now !“

„I prefer it this way anyways.“, Loki told her simply.

„Why ?“

„Women are stressful to begin with. Not every, but most. I earn good money and most women would use it to buy expensive things and stop working themselves. Most of them just play with a man’s heart. As soon as they know, who my adoptive Brother is, they will swoon for him and forget about me very quickly. Do I need to add more, Detective Wanda ?“, Loki huffed out.

„Not every woman is like that, Loki.“

„No. Then they command you around and try to get their will through the man’s skull. I am not a puppy to command around.“, Loki huffed.

„Wow…Okay, I will ask you something and you will be honest with your answer. Okay ?“

„What is it, Wanda ?“

„Have you ever heard of Destiny Dust ?“

Loki looked at her in confusion.

„I have not. Why ?“

„She has many jobs. Author, Secretary, Waitress and historian. 4 jobs, much work and very good money. She also helps us here out some times.“

„How does she manage that ?“

„Easy. 1 week Secretary, 2nd week Waitress, 3rd week Historian and the rest is always Author. After work and the 4th week in total. Her chefs all agreed and if there is an emergency, her chefs will gladly let her go to take care of that. She is always all over the place, and makes great money for all her efforts. She is fucking rich. And she is my best friend.“

Loki’s eyes widened in utter shock.

„Why is she doing all that ? What did she study ?“

„Well…she studied many things. Doctor, Electrician, Wood carving, I.T., making Computer games, baking, repairing of electrical devices, Musician, Cook, History, Literature just…almost everything. She helps out in the whole New Yorker City ! It is unbelievable ! Well…besides of course prostitutes, murder and other illegal things. She hates body selling. Sex is something special, that is what she said. To find the right one, you have to wait. If you fuck everything in the City, then you will never find your love. And even if you would, he wouldn’t love you back, because you already fucked the whole City.“

„Wise words of her. Wise words…“, Loki agreed.

„She still hasn’t had anyone as her Boyfriend. Still single and she is 22 already ! Next month she is 23 years old. She is the same opinion as you are, just on men sadly.“

„What was that ?“, Loki asked dangerously sweet.

„You heard me. She thinks the problem are men.“

Loki looked at Wanda angered.

„She will regret that…“, Loki told her dangerously.

„She is right, Loki. Her love life showed her exactly that. Since she was a little girl. Men always…hated her existence.“

He looked at Wanda in question.

„What do you mean ?“

„Well…her Father abused her and her Mother. Then in Kindergarten the boys bullied her. In school it was even worse and she became suicidal, until I met her and made friends with her. I protected her when I could. The men she dated always expected her to pay for food or to buy them anything very expensive. They all wanted to use her for her money, but she saw right through them. The last man, that dated her, even abused her and threatened her that, if she won’t buy him anything very expensive and gives him all her money, he will kill her. She had a week time, but she didn’t give him anything. The next day, I found her barely alive and rushed her to the hospital.“

Loki looked very angered at that.

„Since then she stopped everything with dating anyone. Since then she hates men. It would surprise me, if you would change her mind and become her friend. She is just my friend. She has no one else. Well…besides her 2 cats and a little bird. The cats are, one female and one male and the bird is female.“

„When will you meet her again ?“

„Today. After I am gone with your results and reports.“

„May I come with you ? I wish to meet her.“

„Well…I can ask her. Wait a minute. I will give her a call…“

Wanda went away and pulled out her phone. Then she tapped on a number and called. While she called, Loki continued to investigate the corpses.

‚Very clean work…‘, Loki thought amazed.

‚Probably the same Killer again… Ugh. More work…AGAIN.‘

#Killer Love chapter 1 #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #fem!reader #Destiny Dust is the Reader #Different AU #Read warnings on the top

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kwlsn · 9 months ago

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It happened too fast — like a daydream in summer night.

Sanzu decided to let himself get caught by Mikey, trying to shake them off you and the Haitani; as you went to the highway and changed all of your phones to a burner one, keeping a low profile after the three of you were currently wanted by the vicious leader of Bonten.

Your current residence was one of Ran's personal villas that's not under the Bonten's radar; stating that this was the only place where he could take a breath once in a while when Mikey started to overwork the older man, knowing how deep his hatred was for the lilac haired man.

The villa was minimalist. Almost no furniture except for the mandatory one. The walls were painted in dull ash grey with one-way floor-to-ceiling windows; keeping the privacy inside since Ran believed it was the priority when he built a new house as a Bonten executive director.

"Who actually thought three of us gone live like this one day?"

Rindou let out a sigh, kicking his legs as he sat down on the counter; earning a harsh slap from Ran on the shoulder while you were making breakfast for the three of you.

A full-meal course consisted of beef stew, roasted eggplant and some (failed) Mont Blanc, a request Ran made as he tried to make it based on his memory; cursing under his breath since he knew checking the internet meaning Bonten going to breath behind his nape, catching up on him thanks to a Mont Blanc recipe.

"Rindou,"

"How did you manage to get Sanzu to snuck me out?"

Rindou looked at you as if you were crazy, stating how he would never talk to a manic addict who wanted him to die every single day for drowning a pound of his powder; looking at Ran to speak to you about the runaway plan on his behalf.

"It was.. Takemichi. He made this whole plan — called 'the Runaway Bride',"

Ran rolled his eyes at the tacky name, feeling disgusted at himself for mentally agreed to it since all he cared about was your safety; feeling better now since the plan worked successfully and none of them were killed or losing a limb on the way to here.

"He said he wanted to save you from that lunatic, telling me that he got a perfect plan. It was crazy, low blow and reckless. But,"

This time he put his utensil down, raising his head to see you in the eyes; a soft smile he tried to hide was visible even though he tried to cover it with his hand and a cough, biting inside his cheek to prevent it from getting bigger.

"He was right. This mission is a success."

Cutting off the circuit was such a low blow and cliché; but, then again, no one would care about it since most people would be put inside the hall and Ran was given a privilege to move around as the main planner for the event, giving him a reason to have the electricity cut off around thirty minutes after he left the area, going straight to the underground parking lot until he got the sign to make a move.

"Thanks to Sanzu, though."

The younger man added, giving you more details on how Mikey asked Sanzu to always check everything the Haitani touched and went to; fearing that they going to sabotage this event when Sanzu turned a blind eye at Ran's doing and helped them to execute this plan.

Eh, 'kay? Not like I care, though. I'll be her guard so check the sign, lavender head.

It left you wondering now since you never actually knew about Sanzu until a few weeks ago when Mikey invited you for dinner.

Sanzu had been imprisoned for almost two weeks, left with a glass of water and dried up fruits; not enough to make him full but more than enough to keep him alive after angering Mikey, his saviour and king.

His lavish clothes were tattered and covered with soots, slightly torn after he jumped out from the car and fell to the asphalt in high speed; rolling down the road while trying to shield himself from Kokonoi's shoots and his men, taking out his Glock and killed them one by one until there was only three of them by the side road.

"Better give me a good reason today."

"Nothing, I was bored."

He looked at the white-haired man with his signature grin, licking his reopening wound after Mikey landed a few punches on his face, purposely on his scars; trying to take out the traumatized little boy inside for the sake of this selfish mission.

Kokonoi wasn't a yes man or an obedient subordinate; he was a man who got his own goals and moves. But, what Mikey went through that night reminded me of how Akane slipped away from his life, leaving this empty hole forever while he was forced to stay alive and live to the fullest — with no sign of his first love in his sight forever.

"In three days, Mikey will let you go—"

"Slay,"

"You'll be relocated to Shenzhen as the new leader of Wanzhenna."

Sanzu closed his mouth tight as Kokonoi left him alone, leaning his back against the cold wall and closing his eyes shut; realising what Mikey wanted from him. It was to stay away as far as possible from you so he could finally trace you and the Haitani while he kept a close eye on Sanzu.

Shenzhen was amazing and Wanzhenna been gaining a lot of power; but, he wasn't sure if it was his sober up due to no pills or the post-nut clarity towards the reality of his life because right now, he wanted to see you and say no matter how many times he died, he'd rise from the grave and save you even if it's from Mikey.

"As I thought, I shoulda keep my hair like before."

He let out a chuckle as a flash of your younger self showed up in his mind; a long, flowing pink hair that made contact with his bleeding shoulder and your eyes diligently trying to find any sign of fracture after Toman got attacked.

Pretty boy should have a pretty mouth, too, you know?

He didn't know what made you think he was considered pretty but he knew that the day you were no longer in Mikey's grasp; he knew that he got nothing to do with you anymore and he could go back, overdosing himself with these thoughts of him being happy for once; tasting the sweet lie at the end of this tongue.

"I hope I can see you again in my next life,"

Ran could only say he was so thankful for having Rindou as the three of you were inside the underground bunker right now; hearing a faint noise of guns and drawers falling to the ground a few minutes after he locked the door from inside-only before someone could alter it.

"Your hunch is a lifesaver, Rin-Rin."

"Fuck off, manwhore."

Rindou tried to push his brother away, feeling disgusted at the attempt to hug him as you chuckled at their antics and turned to see the lounge; not expecting there would be more furniture inside here than the real villa.

A counter made of real marble and tons of freeze dried groceries inside the food storage; wondering how far he had thought about this before as you watched the older man tugged his little brother's hair and turned his head to look at you.

"Hey, adoptive sis, c'mere!"

He wrapped your shoulder with his lanky arm, nuzzling his cheek against yours as Rindou's hand tried to claw Ran's other cheek; emitting a slight chuckle from you.

Rindou left for the bed earlier, stating he was too tired on saving both of your lives as you and Ran enjoyed a glass of wine from his personal cellar, talking about things you missed out when he made this plan with Rindou and everyone.

As both of your consciousness started to slip away, Ran looked at you with hazy eyes; words starting to get slurred and his self control became looser than before, almost drunk but sober enough to talk to you without making a mistake.

"Y'know, kid. Heard Hanagaki talked to himself,"

He hiccupped, taking his upper buttons off and resting his arm over his head; slightly leaning against the giant couch in the lounge while he kept his eyes on you.

"Dunno he was drunk or schizo, but that little shit talked to himself about time leaping at the hotel's toilet. He was really quiet but man, I got one helluva ear."

Head nodding off to his words, you rested your head against his shoulder and felt his arm over your stomach; eyes getting heavier with sleepiness and you thought you deserved one after a while.

"... Sano. Sano!"

You woke up, finding Hina and Takemichi looking at you as you stared at them like they were crazy; looking down to your clothes as you realised that you were still at the summer festival and currently sleeping on a bench.

"We kept calling for you but you won't respond, do you know how dangerous this place actually is!"

Hina huffed out as Takemichi looked at you worried before Hina left you with Takemichi for a bit, saying she would buy something for you to eat and drink since you looked so pale; worried that you didn't have a proper meal before going to here.

Didn't want to waste any time anymore, you placed your hand on Takemichi's shoulder; eyes looking deep into his before you whispered under your breath.

"I can time leap, too."

"What—"

He closed his mouth, feeling surprised that he wasn't alone in this one but he felt confused about why you always died in every timeline he visited; thinking that there might be a possibility that there was another time leaper like both of you.

You tapped your chin, thinking what Takemichi was probably right since these faint, chipped dreams — or memories — were different; whether it was your future, friends or death. As if, there was someone else who controlled your life between your death behind the stage.

#series : the lost treasure

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deadlycupid · 2 years ago

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Seahorse - taod college au

“The tiger sharks?”

“Apparently, it’s a marine biology reference.”

“I thought only Noah studies that.”

Tommy said it as if Noah was the only person in the entire world who studied marine biology. Which wasn’t true, David hoped.

“He is, but Nico drew a cool logo and after a while they just stuck with it,” David explained and put his study books away. Then he slopped back down onto Tommy’s bed, staring up at the red canopy and sighed.

“For someone who claims to not like that guy you know awfully lot about him.”

David shoot him an annoyed glance. He had to arch his head backwards, he saw Tommy upside down, so it wasn’t as effective as he wished it to be.

“Well, it’s hard not to listen to him when he talks directly into your ear.”

Tommy only chuckled and put his hands up in defence. “I’m just saying.”

David rolled his eyes. He knew it would have been a bad idea to invite Tommy to go with him to the show. But he had to face the truth, he would have never showed up there alone. He wouldn’t even have the courage to enter the club let alone leave his house.

Besides, he hoped that when Tommy was there he wouldn’t have to face Noah alone. Tommy was a good buffer. He knew the social rules and how to talk to people. It was easy to hide behind him, because he knew how to draw people in and make them listen to what he said.

Tommy leaned against the headboard and looked down to where David was laying. For a second they just stared into each other’s eyes. Ocean blue met meadow green.

“Fine,” Tommy made a swinging hand gestures towards David, “let me get this straight. We are going to a concert-“

“They call it a show.”

“Concert, show, it’s whatever.”

“Apparently it’s not.”

David had made that mistake too and had been quickly taught better.

“Fine, we’re going to a show of this guy who clearly has a thing for you.”

“We don’t know that,” David rushed to say. He felt the blood flush to his cheeks and he was glad he laid on the other side of the bed where Tommy couldn’t see him.

“He said he had ‘taking a liking on you’ and made some clear hints. Most obviously he wrote a song for you,” enumerated Tommy. David had to hold his head to make sure it wasn’t exploding.

“And you have a crush on him too.”

“Oh, I don’t,” David shrieked and shot up into a sitting position. He could barely face Tommy with how hot he felt but when he did look him in the eyes, Tommy only had his eyebrows raised. His best ‘you can’t lie to me’ - face.

“David, I love you, but don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen you in love two times and you are acting the exact same way right now.” Tommy pushed himself off the headboard and crawled to him.

“Wait,” David’s mind was a mess, “I’ve been in love two times? With whom?”

“Well, thanks for asking, I’ve been dying to talk about it,” Tommy’s face lit up but all David felt was anxiety. How had he not known that he had been in love before, but Tommy so clearly knew? Was he so unknowable to himself?

“First, that girl you sat next to in biology first year in high school. I don’t know her name anymore. Was it Katie? Kylie?”

“You mean Katlyn?”

“Right, that’s her name!”

“I hardly remember her.”

There was only one thing he did remember when he thought about her, and he’d rather not do that.

“Well, you kept staring at her face all the time back then.”

“Because she had a gigantic cyst on her lip. It moved when she talked; it was really disturbing. You could hardly look anywhere else.”

Now he had that image burned into the back of his eyes again, thanks Tommy.

“Really? I never noticed,” Tommy looked genuinely shocked, which didn’t surprise David.

“It’s because you don’t look at girls longer than 5 seconds.”

“Why would I? There are plenty of men in the world for me to see.”

“Okay, I get it, you’re gay,” David chuckled and Tommy joined in. It was oddly ridiculous, the type that came with years of friendship.

“But I wasn’t in love with her. If I was anything than probably disgusted.”

David did feel bad for Katlyn, after all it wasn’t her fault. But he had to make his point clear.

“Hm, okay but you definitely had a thing for Dolores.”

David’s heart stopped for a minute and so did the world. Cosmic moment, apparently.

“She has a partner,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“And? I don’t see the point. You can still have a crush on someone even if they are taken.”

Dolores was the daughter of his mother’s best friend. Dolores and her mom had visited them two summers ago. It was all a hazy dream now, all the memories mixed together.

But what David did remember as clearly as daytime were the long nights where they all danced together to Latino music and how much fun he had. He remembered the times he danced with Dolores, how her body moved like she was free from any boundaries. How her long curly hair bounced around her head. And her laugh, so bright and melodic.

He also remembered how crushed he had felt when he found out that back at home Alex waited for Dolores, her long time partner. David had tried to be happy for her, tried to listen when she talked about them, but it was hard to force himself to smile.

After he found out, he couldn’t bare dancing with her anymore and always excused himself, spending more times sleeping over at Tommy’s place than home.

At some point he even made up an emergency that Tommy had so that it wouldn’t be suspicious.

David could hardly face her and he was glad that after that summer she had returned to Mexico, miles away.

Enough miles to put his heart back together and forget that she had ever existed.

“Okay, let’s pretend I had a crush on Dolores, because I most definitely didn’t have one on Katlyn, what makes you so sure I have one on Noah now?”

“David, I know the look on a man’s face when he is in love with another. I’ve seen it directed at me multiple times and you don’t look any different. Besides, you keep on blushing when ever you talk about him and he’s like the only thing you talk about lately. Which means you are blushing constantly.” Tommy took a deep breath. “And the most important one, you are willing to go out to a bar to see a show. Not even I could get you out dancing and I’m like your siamese twin.”

David took a deep breath. He knew Tommy was right. The moment Tommy had laid his feelings bare he had known that there was no escaping.

But he had never loved a boy, yet what he felt for Noah was so real. It might even be better than what he had felt for Dolores.

Perhaps that only meant that he had never had a crush on Dolores after all. But the heartbreak he had felt, hab been so painful and he still felt it haunting him now.

“So does that make me bisexual?” David asked helplessly, feeling everything he knew about himself slip through his fingers.

“It makes you whatever you want.”

“But I don’t know.” David’s throat tightened and his vision was blurry. All he felt was Tommy’s hand on his shoulder, who gently pulled David towards him, and the great weight of helplessness. Of being stuck with not knowing himself despite always being so sure that of all things he at least had figured out who he was.

“Oh, David,” Tommy whispered, “you don’t have to know.”

A sob broke through David’s sealed lips and he surrendered to Tommy’s arms, slumping himself against his chest.

“But- but you know who you are. Everyone knows!“ David cried. “Everyone has it figured out, but I don’t.”

He was full on crying now, not holding back anymore. He hadn’t realized how lost he had felt all this time. That he was alone on this big sea and everyone around him had surrendered to a boat, only he was floating, drowning in the cold ocean.

David always figured out his feelings when it was too late. When he had already went and hurt himself.

“Shh, that’s not true, David,” Tommy mumbled, rubbing slow circles into his back.

“There are plenty of people who don’t know their sexuality or gender. And that’s okay. You can take your time to figure it out. Or you don’t label yourself at all. You are valid either way.”

David hiccuped, taking a deep breath: “But you figured it out so flawlessly.”

“Oh, don’t think that,” Tommy chuckled. “It took me a long time to realize that fantasizing about boys was not something straight guys do. And plenty of google researches and many nights crying on the floor of my bedroom later made me come to the conclusion.”

David lift up his head. He hadn’t known about that.

Well, he had never asked actually because when Tommy had come out to him, first year of middle school, Tommy seemed so confident. When he said “I am gay” it had been a statement, a given, something he hadn’t spent time thinking about.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Tommy dried the tears that had streamed down David’s face with the sleeve of his sweater. “I never told you because I never thought it was important.”

“But you could have told me, I would have listened. I would have understood.”

“I know.” Tommy pulled David back into his arm. “But it doesn’t matter now.”

Eventually the initial tears stopped coming and David’s head was bedded onto Tommy’s lap, where Tommy gently brushed through his hair and traced the scare on his forehead.

They quietly talked about different labels and their meaning but for David they never felt quite right. Like they were all lacking something.

But instead of feeling helpless, now he had Tommy who reassured him, that it was fine the way it was, that he would find a label fitting for him and if he didn’t then that was okay too.

That he loved him either way and that he didn’t need to figure it out today.

Then it was quiet in Tommy’s room. David’s thoughts circled around Noah, his snow white hair and those unremarkable red eyes of his.

And in the quiet room to himself David could admit that maybe he liked Noah a bit more than he had thought.

Maybe a part of him had always knew but had been too scared to admit it, too scared of what it would mean for him. Because after all Noah was the complete opposite of him. A free spirit always going with the wind, while David was anchored to the ground, held back by weights even he couldn’t see.

He was scared, even now, that for Noah he was just another person he passed by. Another person caught in his storm until the next sunshine and David knew that he couldn’t do that. He needed reassurance and reliability.

“You know what I hate about Noah.” David said, his voice soft. He had turned his head to the side to look at Tommy before he spoke again.

Tommy crooked his eyebrows.

“It’s all about fun for him. What if I’m just some fun thing for him, too?”

Tommy breathed out, the hot air tickled David’s cheek and he grimaced.

“What does your mother always say? ‘Emilio, Emilio, el mundo es feliz porque estas vivo.’” Tommy then sang.

The heat flushed up his cheeks again and David playfully slapped Tommy’s arm.

“Ah, shut up!”

Tommy laughed and the sound was so addicting that David did too.

“Tommy, I mean it.” David mumbled when he calmed down. “I don’t want my heart to break.”

“A person can have a lot of fun and still take the things they are passionate about serious.” Tommy drew his fingers down David’s nose and then up his cheek back to his hair.

“Also, he’d be an idiot if he broke your heart. You’re like the lottery win, David.”

David closed his eyes, the dark complexion of his skin could only hid so much of his embarrassment, so he hid from the world instead.

Tommy’s hand stilled in his hair. “You have to go out there and live, David. Protecting your heart won’t keep it from breaking. Loneliness might be even worse. But if your heart aches from love, lost or not, it’s still better because at least then you know that you have loved and were loved in return.”

David sighed, then he opened his eyes.

He was done hiding.

spanish translation (mind you I don’t speak Spanish and I wrote this with help of Google translate and my Italian knowledge so if it’s incorrect pls correct me!)

el mundo es feliz porque estas vivo: the world is happy because you are alive

taglist

@writerfae @writing-is-a-martial-art @conundruminprogress @dontcrywrite @sleepy-night-child @bluehourskyeli @dragon-with-a-pen @avian-writes @apeir0ph0bia @poetinprose

#writeblr #wip: the angels of death #college au #can we talk about their friendship pls #like I’d give my left arm for these two #i know most of you don’t care about my friendship snippets but idc #i love them and y’all should too

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softkult · 1 year ago

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐸 ; 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐴

The House has been waiting for so long. A square blotch of darkness against the landscape, like a townhouse but sitting alone, lonely with its back to the trees. The House was once a pale limestone, but over the years it has blackened. The House sits a little way back from the main road, but choking fumes from the exhaust pipes of passing trucks settle on the House's skin. The House doesn't like this. Filth, it thinks. Disgusting filth all over my body no one to wash me but the rains no one to wash me but the rains yet a storm will come and cleanse me surely. The House's front faces that busy road and, over the other side, a tower block, jutting upwards, tall enough that its shadow is cast over the House's face. All the House can look at is this; the modern world, and it despises what it sees. Its back is to the forest, the trees encircle it and then stretch out up the hill behind it, growing thick and deep and dangerous.

Thirty years ago, a man, not from here, snatched a young girl who was walking home from school. He locked her into his van, and kept her there for a week, before dragging her out beneath the trees. He butchered her there. Then, after doing what he did, he buried her beneath the largest tree, like an offering. The man will die in prison. He will rot.

There had been a train station, once, where the tower block now stands. Thatcher's government gutted the trains, and many of the stations faded away, the land they were built on sold off to men in dark suits waiting in the wings for the right time to build, and profit. Some nights, some of the people who live in that tower block walk, without knowing why, to their windows and look down, across the black expanse of the night, across the busy street, towards the House. They stand at their windows, their breath fogging up the glass. If you asked them what they were looking for, or why, none of them would have a clue. The House looks back up at them. I'm still here. I'm still here. You can see me.

A man named Jeremy was trying to recover from addiction. He lived, alone, in social housing, in a depressing flat in that exact block. But, despite the sometimes-grim environment, he was doing well. Narcotic's Anonymous had helped him work through everything immensely. In fact, he hadn't touched the drugs in half a year, and now, with the help of a local housing charity, he had been able to secure this flat. A place to live, safely. He found work at a little cafe that sold vegan food. Jeremy wasn't vegan when he started there but, after being there a month, he felt like he would never touch meat again. A routine grew organically around him. He went to work, he came home, he watched TV, ate simple meals, slept. This was the cycle of his life. He hoped to take up a hobby soon. Perhaps, he thought, I might start birdwatching. Birds had always made him happy.

On the evening of December 3rd, 1998, he walked, without thinking, to the window that looked down from his flat, across the dark expanse of the road, towards the House. It wasn't visible tonight. There was a thick fog in the air. When cars and trucks shot passed, down the road, their headlights looked like the eyes of ghosts. He felt drunk, although he had not had any alcohol, not for over a year now. But the world rushed around him. There was a stairwell beneath his feet, his footsteps heavy. Then the cold air, the fog all around, cloaking the streetlights, cloaking everything, wet and cold on his skin. He stumbled forwards, in the direction of the House. Come to me. He couldn't hear it, of course. It had no real voice. But still. It sat there, in the dark on the other side of the road, calling for him. He was so confused and so intent on trying to get to the House, that he never saw the National Express coach which ploughed straight into him as he tried to cross the road, leaving a wet, bloody mangled mess behind it that looked nothing at all like Jeremy. They had to wash him off of the street.

That block of flats has the highest-percentage death rate of any block in the city. Nobody knows this, or, if they do, they are not the sort of person to care. Pets go missing from the flats there more than anywhere else, especially cats. The cats.. it was inexplicable. They’ll be there one day, mewing and beloved, but the next they're gone, with no clear sign of where they went. Cats vanish. It's a simple fact. Something that everybody who owns one has to deal with, sooner or later. Not every cat, of course. But cats, in general, are not like dogs, they don't stay at your side loyally. They vanish. They have secret lives that you will never know about. Somebody a few flats over might say they thought they saw the cat heading towards the House, over the road, and the owner is anxious that the cat was tun over, just like that man, Jeremy, had been only the other week, but they can't find any evidence of that. However much they love their cat, they do not look for it in the House. Sometimes, the House wants them to. But, if they are in their right mind, they do not follow the trail of breadcrumbs that leads through its broken doorway and up its dark stairs into its throat which is crimson and wet, dripping with decay. No, if the cat went to the House then it will never be seen again. That is a fact of life for those that live here. The owners can hope and pray that instead, it might have run into the forest, to live on a diet of field mice and shrews, but who can say, really.

There are a number of unexplained suicides in the flats. People killing themselves, without ever having shown signs of mental illness previously. Of course, people do not have to show symptoms to be struggling, but... don't you think it's strange that all these working-class people, single mums, second generation immigrants, will walk to their windows, and look down at the House, a splintered but welcoming visage, the House looking up at them, wormwood eating through its guts... don't you think it's strange that they all decide, then and there, to take their own lives?

Haunted houses are rarely neat. If the House was truly haunted, then that haunting spilled out of its broken or boarded up windows, soaking into the fertile earth around it. The trees still grow, but the squirrels in their branches often feel the sudden need to bite each other in the eyes. Even if the cats from the block of flats made it safely into the trees, they may not be safe. But despite all of this, people still choose to live in those flats. They still hike in the woods. There are some who immediately feel safer, knowing that the House is there, and there are some who do not. For someone to be comfortable, another has to be uncomfortable. For someone to feel safe, another has to be unsafe. And the one who is safe may not even be safe, they may just feel safe, up until the moment they don't. For someone, the majority, to prosper, another has to... well. I think you understand what I am saying, and why. For a house to be built another has to be knocked down, converted, the occupants flushed out into the wilderness with nothing to hold on to. For one live organism to continue to exist, another live organism must stop existing all together. The House sat, waiting for its boys.

Tell me I’m worthless - Allison Rumfitt

#⠀♱ ⠀⠀𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐴

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thehealingsystem · 7 months ago

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I'm a multigender, two-spirit nonbinary individual and I gotta say the attitudes from people, even other nonbinary people, regarding those like me existing in both man and woman adjecent categories have been absolutely horrendous. multigender people aren't even considered nonbinary half the time despite literally being represented in the flag colors. we're not included when people say they support nonbinary lesbians and gays, that apparently every other nonbinary person is fine except us. we're invaders. there is this weird attitude towards people who exist as both a man and a woman. there are two sides trying to put us in either one or the other, dictating if we're womanly enough to be a part of woman's spaces or just a male predator (and it gets applied to transmasc multigenders by so called trans allies too). it's like having my arms being tugged in two different directions and I'm slowly being pulled apart. I just can't have both. I have to be one, or the other, or neither

and where do I start with the degendering. it literally happens all the time. told that apparently bigender women can't be lesbian like monogender women can, so we have settle for "gynesexual" or some alternative term. men can't be lesbians and woman can't be gay but "multigender and genderfluids are fine," as if we aren't real men and women. yelled at for even thinking that multigender people were included in those statements, "no you dumb fuck, I was talking about cis men!!" we aren't actually the genders we say we are. multigender people can't ever express their exact gender identities and just have to settle for "multigender," lest we cause some monogender person discomfort. was trying to inform a presumably white person that trying to exclude us from lesbianism was racist, because it degenders a lot of two-spirit people and to imply that two-spirit indigenous people couldn't be lesbians. was told well your existence makes my lesbian friends uncomfortable and this is just my opinion. I quite literally cannot exist anywhere, this has been happening for years just being open about being a multigender lesbian online and caused me to leave a lot of communities

and while a lot of people brush this kind of stuff off as only issues on the internet, it has lead to me getting bullied in real life too, by multiple people. even my friends at the time were targeted just for associating with me. made comments and jokes purposely loud enough for me to hear to make fun of me. left demeaning notes where I sat. made sure to say invalidating shit to my face if we passed by the hall, or asked intrusive questions about my relationships any time they could get near me. sent over disgusting shit to put on my lunch tray (that i didnt even realize at first was supposed to be making fun of, not a joke i was allowed to be in on). tried to get me and my friends in trouble for laughing. all because an ex-friend found out online I was both a boy and a lesbian, who was not nonbinary, who was not a lesbian, and who was white. and he was one of these same people online with the mindset that we're invaders, we're straights trying to get into the community, that they needed to protect the lesbians from people like us. beforehand him and his friends upon finding out on discord set up this whole act to trick me into thinking they were defending me, only to turn around and laugh at me for falling for it, mocking me, interrogating me about my identity. and even after well over a year had passed during summer break he still went out and continued to stalk my social media, and find this blog I never shared with him to send me queerphobic messages and drawings of myself with every dirt he could find on me

there is so much more I could say right now, because there has just been so much shit. I could go into what I experience from the school system, workforce, or my family, and so many other things. But I do want to impress upon people that while a lot of online fighting and gatekeeping does seem like stuff that only happens online, the people behind the screen are real people who mostly do hold these opinions. and that the people who identify this way do exist in real life as well. it can and does lead to real life consequences. I felt unsafe online and at school because of it, and the only reason things didn't get worse is because I had friends to defend me. he told people who never knew me who I was, that I was the too-weird queer, and do you know how dangerous that is? in a world where queer people are violently hate crimed, assaulted? for a person to go around purposely inciting hate towards me? I am begging to please, please think about the consequences of what you're saying. it is not harmless no matter how respectable you're being about it, even if you'd never take it farther, because there are people out there who will

I've seen a lot of discussions about exorcism still don't really focus on multigender people much at all, and I just wanted to get my two cents in because so many people still don't listen to us or consider us in their conversations. I just wish people cared more, because as I've noticed the trends of discourse are that people follow majority opinion no matter what that opinion is. even if it goes against their own values. and I've also noticed that while a lot of our identities have become the butt end of jokes, man that's a woman, woman that's a man, boygirl, girlboy, she's his boyfriend, he's her girlfriend, but there is still a large amount of disrespect towards us as people and a failure to even take us seriously when it's needed. I find those jokes funny but when I look onto their account to see man lesbians and woman gays on their dni I am not that impressed. Just please do better

❗️❗️ This is asked entirely in good faith. This post is intended to open dialogue and help with solidarity and understanding. ❗️❗️

I would like to hear specifically from nonbinary people how the system of exorsexism/enbyphobia uniquely targets and affects you. Things that you feel other demographics do not experience. Reblogs and replies are very encouraged! If you would prefer, you could dm or send an ask to be added anonymously by me.

This is in the spirit of wanting to understand. I am listening. I encourage all binary trans people to not speak on this topic and let nonbinary people do the talking here. Reblog the post to spread it, but please say nothing.

Any and all people who identify as nonbinary are encouraged to participate. This is not agab-locked. If you are agender, trans neutral/neutrois, genderfluid, bigender, trigender, multigender, xenogender, genderqueer, third gender, two spirit, or any other gender not wholey contained within the strict binary of "man" or "woman", this post is for you. Even if you have already posted on the trans fem or trans masc versions, if you are nonbinary, you are welcome here.

This is not bait to start a fight. I will block without hesitation anyone who is actively being a shithead on this post. I want to hear and uplift your voices by getting it directly from you.

Click this to access the trans fem and trans women version of this post.

Click this to access the trans masc and trans men version of this post.

#sorry op if this is not the sort of response you were looking for #im just sorta worn out from everything #I no longer have a support system or friends to rely on in real life and online is the only place I can freely express myself #I'd rather not have to keep on seeing trans(multi)phobic posts or people yelling at me #because I dare exist as a bigender two-spirited lesbian #tw transphobia #tw queerphobia #tw exclusionism #exorsexism #transmultiphobia

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lubdubsworld · 3 years ago

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The Devil’s own.

Jungkook x OC

Mafia Au!

Warnings : Non-Con ! Manipulation, Degradation, Shitty hero with no redeeming Qualities you have been warned. ( i mean he does get better but not much.)

Summary : Just Mob Boss Jungkook doing mob boss things.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there , staring at the ceiling and trying to come to terms with what had just happened. It was revolting. It was nauseating. It made me want to claw my own skin off. I stared at the intricate designs , carved into the ceiling, the panels that reflected life and made the room seem bigger than it was. The scent of jasmine and rosemary clung to the sheets and the drapes in the room, cloyingly sweet and meant to arouse the occupants.

I wondered how I’d got here.

I had memories of satin silk sheets and bright lights. My father had always spoiled me, the best of the best only for his only daughter and I’d indulged in luxury to my heart’s content. More shoes than I could possibly wear in a life time. Every season’s collection, straight into my wardrobe whether I asked for it or not. Diamonds and rubies and emeralds set in platinum and gold , jewelry to match my clothes and even my car if I felt like it.

I shut my eyes in despair. I didn’t miss the luxury as much as I missed the solitude. The option to just not do anything. My father hadn’t cared enough to see what I was upto and everyone knew that I was betrothed to Jungkook.

And that meant no dates or party invites because after the third guy got his arm in a sling after accidentally brushing past me , word kind of spread. Stay away from Elena Gong or the Jeon kid will break your bones.

I shuddered. It had been an obsession, I thought vacantly.

Jungkook had been obsessed, even back then. I just hadn’t paid much heed to him. Because Jungkook back then had been terrifying but also ridiculously endearing in some way. He had seemed for lack of a better word…..insignificant. I was beautiful and rich, never lacked for attention and he was just one among the dozens. Even if I was betrothed to him, I hadn’t given much thought to him.

And Jungkook had taken my indifference in stride. He’d laughed and played around and I hated to admit it, treated me like a queen. Flowers, chocolates and gifts every other day . He would follow me around like a puppy , and I wondered if perhaps my dismissive attitude towards him back then had been a mistake. Did it push him over the edge?

My heart ached fiercely and when I finally willed myself to move, my body protested.

Every inch of me was sore and aching. My head because of how hard he’d gripped my hair. I sat up on shaky legs, fingers trembling as I pulled my shit up to stare at my body. Bite marks littered my skin, marring the smooth surface and I felt bile in my throat at the memory of his teeth on me. Finger shaped bruises were beginning to bloom around my thighs and I couldn’t breathe over the agony ripping up my insides.

I glanced down between my thighs, at the sticky mess of his release dripping down into the sheets, staining the sheets a murky pink. I shuddered, disgusted. God, I hated him. Where was my phone? My clothes were still there at the foot of the bed and I noticed the small door on the right wall. Crawling off the bed on shaky legs , I limped carefully to the bathroom.

I took Hoseok’s shirt off dropping it in the corner before turning the showers on.

The water felt like a whip on my skin as I sat on the tiled bathroom floor , a small washcloth gripped tight in my hand as I carefully cleaned myself up. I had no idea what the time was… It must be very early or very late. No matter. I had to get out of here and get to Jisoo. I swallowed, imagining her alone all this time. The doctors had said she would be up in Guilt churned as I quickly grabbed a towel from the closet and wiped myself down.

It took me another ten minutes to finish dressing up and just as I finished slipping into my shoes, the door opened. I glanced up, catching sight of Hoseok as he leaned against the door. He looked a little haggard, a black silk shirt unbuttoned to his chest and tucked into fitted jeans. I stared at him, watching the way his gaze roved over every inch of exposed skin, looking just a tad bit worried.

“The Hospital called. “ He said gently, “ They’re ready to release you sister. They want to know if you can come pick her up. The baby’s going to have to stay in the NICU for a couple of weeks.”

I groaned. Great. More bills.

“I need a job. “ I said miserably. “ Help me out.” I stared at him beseechingly and Hoseok gave me a look.

“you know the kind of jobs I provide. You’re not built for it. “ He said shortly and I shook my head, impatient.

“that’s not what I meant and you know it. You and your friends pretty much own every club in the city. Get me a job ….” I whispered, moving to stand in front of him and he recoiled.

Just as always, I thought bitterly. Coward.

As much as a coward now as he’d been ten years ago, when he’d pretended that he didn’t have any feelings for me. Pretended that he didn’t give a damn about me.

The throb in my skull grew in intensity.

My throat was dry and I felt my vision swim a bit. I was tired. Exhausted . I hadn’t slept in….how long really? I hadn’t eaten in a day…for sure… And I likely wasn’t going to be eating for a long while, let alone feeding Jisoo if I didn’t get a job right away. I had twelve thousand won to my name and that was it.

“Jungkook-“ He began but I was sick of his name so I growled.

“Fuck, do you want me to beg Hoseok? I will… I can’t … I need a job… Please.” I said desperately, staring at him and his gaze softened.

“Elena, stop looking at me like that, fuck.” He swore, turning and punching the wall hard. “ fuck.”

“Just help me get a job. I’m not asking you to give me money or something. You don’t even have to get it for me… Just tell me who’s hiring ? Somewhere away from Jungkook and his men.” I whispered , and the sheer irony of it didn’t escape me. Jung Hoseok was possibly one of Jungkook’s main men.

He ran his hand over his forehead, shaking his head.

“You’re going to get me killed someday.” He muttered, “ Fine. There’s a club down in Itaewon. It caters to cops and lawyers exclusively so Jungkook and his men usually keep out of it. My friend owns the place. His name is Im Jaebum. I’ll get you a job there , waitressing. Is that alright?” He said softly and I wanted to sob in relief as I nodded. Itaewon meant pretty close to where the bakery was. I could take the bus.

“Fine. I’ll talk to him and call you. Here…” He held out a wad of cash and I took it greedily, eyes widening at the 100,000 written on the margin of each note. This was a lot of money.

“Hoseok…”I said stunned and he shrugged. “ Get food and baby stuff for Jisoo. If she’s going to feed the baby she needs to eat well. Fruits and veggies and lot of protein. If you run out, tell Jaebum you need some advance. He’ll pay you well.”

I nodded, stuffing the money into my pockets quickly . I swallowed when my insides throbbed, aching something fierce.

“Thank you.” I said softly, staring up at him and he hesitated, before reaching out and gently cupping my face in his palm. I flinched at his touch and he recoiled.

“Was he… Did he hurt you?” He whispered quietly and I smiled bitterly.

“Wasn’t that the whole point?” I sighed, shaking my head . I hesitated . I wasn’t sure if Hoseok would listen to me but I had to try at least.

“ Can you not tell him? That… That I was a virgin?” I asked quietly and he nodded.

“Wasn’t planning to.” He said casually.

I stared at him. I’d always found him handsome. Beautiful. Perfect . And I wondered where we had gone so wrong.

“Do you regret it.” I whispered. “ All those choices you made.”

“Which ones? …” he asked bitterly.

“you know… “ I snapped. “ the ones that lead us here. You and me…. Standing here like strangers. “

“I wouldn’t risk my life for a stranger. Which is what I’m doing every time I help you .” He said quietly.

“So what are we then?” I demanded.

“Old friends” He said casually.

I snorted.

“Fucking coward.” I whispered , loud enough for him to hear as I brushed past him and walked away.

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I trudged all the way to the VIP room in the hospital flinching because that was probably a lot of money to be repaid , now owed directly to the devil spawn that was Jeon. I had grabbed a small meal on the way before quickly getting the bus to the Hospital. It was little past eleven in the morning and the hallways were packed with people. Sighing, I moved to the room where Jisoo was, slowly opening the door.

Min Yoongi sat on the chair next to the bed, gazing idly at my sister in law.

To say that I was shocked would be the biggest understatement of the century. My lips parted in shock, panic bubbling up inside me as I exhaled sharply.

“What-“ I swallowed gazing between him and my Jisoo, who was sitting up against the backrest on the bed, a tray of food on her lap and a small smile on her face.

“Lena!! You’re here!” She cried out softly, tears filling her eyes at once as she held both her hands up. I moved to hug her but my mind stayed on the man near the bed, his sultry feline eyes trained unblinkingly on her. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to get my breathing to regulate but it was impossible.

What on earth was Yoongi doing here?

“Mr. Min came to see me. He told me he knew Daehwan.” Jisoo said softly, looking sad but hopeful and I felt my heart turn over as I turned to stare at him.

Min Yoongi knew Daehwan as a target . A hit he had carried out himself.

But I couldn’t say a thing. Not in front of Jisoo.

“I’m only here to offer my help. It pains me to see you suffering, Jisoo. I know your husband would want you to be taken care of.” He said softly, his gaze still fixed on her and I didn’t like it. At all.

Bile rising, I gave him a glare.

“I’ll take care of her. Please don’t trouble yourself.” I said shakily and he glanced at me, lips parting a bit, turning into a smirk.

“You look… well rested.” He smirked and I flushed.

“Lena, come on… I know all this…this must be expensive. We can use all the help we can get and Mr. Min-“

“Please call me Yoongi, sweetheart.” Yoongi said charmingly and my sister in law blushed. I felt my skin crawl.

“Y-Yoongi said he has a spare room. I can’t stay in the bakery. And it’s not like he’s a murderer or anything. He showed me his card. He’s a lawyer.” She said softly and I sighed in despair. Jisoo was naïve bordering on stupid and I wasn’t equipped to deal with this.

As I watched she went back to the food, eating ravenously and I felt my heart clench. I could see the twin damp spots at her chest and I noticed the breast pump on the table. It looked brand new. I hadn’t even thought about things she may need after the baby, too preoccupied with all the hospital bills and medicines I would have to pay for.

Diapers. Baby wipes. Those little flannel pieces mothers used to wipe down the baby. I felt my head spin, turning to Yoongi who was staring at me casually.

“Can we talk?” I said quietly and he straightened.

“Jisoo ssi… Please enjoy your meal. And here…” He gave her his phone. “ If you’re done, just give me a buzz on this.” He showed her something on the phone .” Go on try it.”

Jisoo pressed down on the screen curiously and Yoongi’s watch rang .

He grinned as she smiled.

“See? One touch and I’ll be here yeah?” He said softly, and I felt like I was stuck in some kind of drama, glancing between the pair of them.

“Are you leaving?” She asked curiously and he shook his head.

“I’ll be right here, outside. Having a word with Elena. You can finish your food and I’m guessing it’s time for you to pump again? The pediatrician said you’d have to pump every two hours with the milk so… if you get it ready, I’ll drop it off at the NICU.” He said calmly.

Jisoo nodded, staring at him with wide eyed gratefulness and I sighed in despair.

Yoongi moved to the door and I gave her a small smile before following him.

I waited till the door had closed behind me before turning to him, furious.

“What do you think you’re-“

“I want her.” He said shortly.

I felt my jaw come unhinged.

“No.” I hissed, furious and helpless with rage. “ Yoongi-“

“Don’t make me put a bullet in your head for this, Elena.” He said calmly and I exhaled shakily.

“She’s… You know she’s not like us. She doesn’t know anything about this life. As far as she knows my brother was a surgeon who got killed in a hit and run. You want to …. What do you really want? Did Jungkook put you upto this?”

“If Jungkook would have his way, your sister in law and your new nephew would both be dead. You know this.” Yoongi said casually. God, could I ever have a conversation with anyone without Jungkook being dragged into it? When did my life get twined so intimately with him?

“Where is he?” I asked quickly and Yoongi shrugged.

“He’s out of the country. He left an hour ago.”

“Switzerland….” I said before thinking and Yoongi stiffened.

“How did you know?” He demanded and I froze.

“I… I overheard …..someone.” I muttered and Yoongi moved so fast I barely caught it. The next second I was pressed up against the wall, his forearm pressing into my throat and holding me down while he held a knife right against my jugular.

“Nice try. Now the truth.” He hissed.

“Ouch..” I choked out , coughing a bit. “ Fine.. Hoseok.. Hoseok told me.”

Yoongi pulled back.

“You fukcing him?” He asked casually and I glared at him.

“none of your business.” I snapped.

He laughed at that.

“I know you aren’t. Hoseok loves his dick too much to risk having it castrated.”

I sighed, shaking my head. I wasn’t here to talk about these bastards.

“Just leave Jisoo alone.” I said quietly and Yoongi sighed.

“What are you going to do with her, Elena. You can barely afford to feed yourself. You should be thankful I’m taking her off your hands.”

I ignored his nonsense and moved till I was pressed up against him, fingers curling into his chest. Yoongi looked surprised, lips twisting in displeasure when I blinked up at him.

“please.. Yoongi…” I begged, “ Don’t do this to me.” I said quietly. “ I … she’s all I have… She… My brother had nothing to do with any of this. You know that….He left this life decades ago. I don’t… I don’t know why Jungkook wanted him dead in the first place. I loved my brother and my brother loved his wife. I owe it to him … Please…just…Please leave her alone.” I whispered softly, letting my fingers drop to grip his arm.

He tugged his arm away at once.

“ She needs more than empty platitudes and good intentions. She needs food and a place to stay with her baby. I’m giving her that.”

“And what do you get in return?” I demanded angrily. “ She just gave birth, fuck you. You can’t touch her , not unless you’ve lost the last shreds of humanity in that conscience of yours.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not doing this for sex, Elena. If I wanted easy pussy, I would have come to you…” He smirked. “ Don’t forget that Jungkook and I share our toys, yeah?”

I opened my mouth to retort before remembering that I was trying to get him to listen to him.

“Then why? What do you want…tell me?”

“I told you. I want her. As she is.” Yoongi shrugged.

“You killed her husband.” I said , voice shaking as I remembered what Jungkook had said. About my brother begging for his life because Jisoo was pregnant. And how Yoongi hadn’t given a shit and shot him anyway.

“A minor inconvenience. Trust me if I’d seen her before I killed him…” He sighed, shaking his head in regret and I frowned.

“You would have spared him? “ I asked bitterly and Yoongi laughed.

“No.. I would have killed him sooner.” He smirked. “ Is there a point to this whole conversation… I’m getting bored and Jisoo’s waiting inside.”

“We’re supposed to get her out of the hospital today and-“

“I’m taking her home.” He said briskly. “ I’ve already spoken to her. And She’s agreed that a ramshackle , dilapidated bakery isn’t the right place for a new mother and a tiny baby.”

And the worst part was that I couldn’t even disagree.

And I couldn’t help but feel angry, betrayed. Jisoo was…. How could she? She hadn’t even bothered to talk to me about it… Just agreeing to move in with Yoongi. She was older than me. Supposed to be the smart one. My body ached. If that was the bed she was going to make , she could lie on it.

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“Going somewhere?” Jungkook’s voice made me freeze.

I swallowed, straightening and stepping back almost instinctively. He stood in the doorway, a cigarette held between his teeth as he stared at me . He looked like he’d showered as well, hair still damp and the smells of citrus and mint permeating the air around him.

It was exactly ten days since I’d last seen him and I’d settled into a routine of sorts. Im Jaebum’s bar, Venom was an exclusive club in Itaewon and I could easily disappear into the shadows, staying low and using the beret ( a part of the uniform ) to keep my face hidden as I served the patrons. Like Hoseok had said, the place was filled with cops and lawyers. Yoongi was a frequent fixture here , stopping for just a drink on most days before heading home to my sister in law.

It made me sick but there was nothing I could do about it. Jisoo and little baby Yunsu were both home and needed a l,ot of care. And Yoongi apparently had a cook, a housekeeper and a nanny who helped her out. Jisoo was wary, her senses finally returning but she was also clearly glad to be out of the streets.

“I’m going home after I finish my shift. “ I said softly, trying not to stare as he stepped into the room. I turned away from him moving to the shelves and pushing the small canister in place.

“Where’s home?” He asked casually. I flinched when he stepped right behind me, fingers reaching out to curl on my shoulder, pulling me back till I was flush against his chest. The heat of his body seeped in through the thin fabric of my blouse and I felt my body heat up.

“You got what you wanted.” I said shakily. “ Let me go.” I whispered, dropping the cleaning cloth in the tray on the lower shelves, before moving to grab the mop. I just had to finish mopping the floor . And then I could leave.

But his grip on me stayed firm. I couldn’t move. Foreboding rose inside me.

Jungkook hummed at that, stepping closer, till I felt his chin brush the top of my head as he bent over me, arms coming around me and fingers lightly unbuttoning the first two buttons of my shirt. I stared at the dark ink on his forearm. , swallowing as he kept coming closer.

“What I wanted? That pathetic little display ten days ago?” He whispered softly “ Just think about this Elena …… I’ve been chasing you for years, I got rid of your entire family and yet I let you live. Why do you think that was, huh? “ He shook his head, “ For two minutes of you lying underneath me like a frigid bitch? You think that’s what I want Elena? Think I’ll be satisfied with that? ” He laughed.

I stared at the wall in front of me and I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t play this sick game with him. Not when he kept changing the rules . Not when there was nothing left for me to gamble or lose.

“Jisoo. I have to go see her. Just… Just let me go see her. I need to see if she’s alright and then we can talk. ” I whispered. Jungkook smiled, tilting my head to the side with his fingers. I felt the damp press of his lips against my jaw and my skin crawled.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi’s taking care of her.” He whispered softly and I felt my heart turn over in my chest at the reminder. I’d been forced to relent because Yoongi had taken her home to a fully finished and decorated nursery , a closet full of baby clothes for her son and nursing clothes for her. She had been bowled over and when I’d told her to think about the why of it…she’d given me a helpless sort of smile. . As far as she was concerned , Yoongi had been nothing but generous and kind… And she wasn’t going to say no to him because she couldn’t afford to..

“I… he promised me he’d let me see her. And the baby…every day. That was the deal.”

Jungkook laughed.

“I thought I made this clear . You don’t get to make deals with anyone because you belong to me. I get to decide what happens to you. Anytime. Anywhere. Do you need another demonstration , Elena?” His hand moved to my breast, groping the flesh, fingers rough and hard and I whimpered in pain.

“No..” I choked out , eyes widening in terror and he made quick work of the rest of the buttons on my blouse. Junkook hummed, kissing the back of my neck and slowly turning me around in his arms.

“Relax. You don’t have a job. How are you going to feed her and the kid? Yoongi isn’t like me. He doesn’t hold a lot of grudges. And for some reason he seems to have a hard on for your sister in law. He wants to marry her. ” He chuckled and I felt nausea bloom.

“No.. Don’t… Don’t do that to her. She’s not like us. She doesn’t know… She doesn’t have anything to do with this life.” I begged, heart racing at the thought of Jisoo, helpless and scared and alone with a baby , trapped with a fucking assassin. Yoongi killed for a living . That was his job. Jisoo was delicate and sensitive.

“She still needs to eat and live right? With what? He’s feeling particularly generous so he’s taken her home . You don’t have to worry about them anymore… Isn’t that nice?” he smirked and I felt my throat go dry.

I clenched my fists, feeling my breath catch.

“The only person you need to worry about yourself is yourself. Isn’t that how you prefer it anyway? Beautiful selfish Elena who never gave a fuck about anyone but herself. Isn’t that who you truly are, angel?” He smiled.

“Not anyone…. Just you… I don’t give a fuck about you.” I said defiantly, staring right up at him.

Jungkook stared at me and stepped closer, reaching out and running his fingers up and down my cheek. I flinched because he still held the lit cigarette.

“None at all?” He asked curiously, lightly tapping on the end of the cigarette, and I flinched when the hot ash spilled onto my shoulder.

“Did that hurt, baby?” He whispered, leaning in and pressing the cigarette to my lips.” I’m sorry. Breathe in for me.” He stuck the cigarette into my mouth and I pulled away , coughing and disgusted.

I closed my eyes as his free hand went to my wrist, tugging me closer. I stiffened as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me in till my face pressed against his chest, his body flush against mine, one hand moving back to stroke my back.

“I missed you. You’re terrible at pleasing me but I think…with a little bit of training, you can make me cum… ” He smirked. “ Let’s start with a blowjob, yeah?”

I stiffened.

“No.” I said softly and he smirked, pulling back.

“No?” He asked softly. . I felt my throat go dry in fear as I noticed the way his gaze shifted. I bit my lips to stifle the pain as He carefully pressed the lit end of the cigarette right against the curve of my breast , pressing in for a couple of seconds and pulling away just before the skin began to singe. He glanced up at me, and I blinked through the tears, pain spreading all over my chest at the burn. That would leave a scar, I thought miserably.

“Wrong answer. Try again.” He whispered.

“Go to Hell.” I choked out.

I flinched when his fingers slipped up into my hair, gripping hard. My scalp burned, sharp and insistent and instinct made me grip his wrist, trying to get him off but it was impossible.

“Let me go..” I snapped, glaring at him. God, How I hated him.

“Was I your first??” He whispered, dragging me close enough that his lips brushed my ear. “ Never had a cock before? Was that why you were so fucking tight?”

I bit my lips, glaring at him, defiant and furious. Did Hoseok actually tell him? That two faced snake…. God , why did these fuckers never leave me alone?

“Seokjin hyung told me…Told me he was looking forward to breaking a virgin and that made me think….God, I was the first cock she ever had….” He hummed, looking infinitely pleased.

“Yes. And I got to say… I don’t know what the fuss is about. You couldn’t even make me cum.” I snapped and Jungkook grinned, grip tightening and the other hand moving to curl around my waist, squeezing hard.

“Did I make you bleed from between your legs Elena? Tell me I did….Cause that’s fucking hot. ” He whispered, voice low and gruff.

Jungkook, I thought vacantly, was a psychopath.

“Go to Lisa. Go fuck her and make her bleed if that’s what gets you off…. and leave me alone.” I whispered and he smiled, bending down pressing a kiss right where he’d burned my skin.

“I don’t need you to tell me that. She’s my fiancé. The woman I’m going to marry. And you know what that means? I actually give a shit whether she cums or not. And trust me she does. Multiple times. Sometimes so hard she passes out.”

“Or maybe she fakes it. Maybe she passes out because she can’t stand your touch either.” I shrugged. “ Because we all know that’s what she’s good at Jungkook. She faked her friendship with me , she’ll fake her loyalty to you.”

“Always got something smart to say, huh Elena? Let’s see how mouthy you get when I’m shoving my cock down your throat.”

I flinched when he pushed me, hard enough to send me sprawling on the floor. I caught myself with difficulty , throwing my hands out to keep my head from hitting the floor. I flinched at the pain that shot up my body, every inch throbbing because of how rough this fucker had been with me.

Ten days and the aftermath of that night still lingered on me.

And it was three in the morning and I’d spent eight hours on my feet bussing tables , I was exhausted.

I closed my eyes, before pressing my palm against the floor, trying to pull myself up when I felt the press of his shoe at the base of my spine, pushing me down.

I whimpered in shock, my hands giving out and shoulder crashing down into the floor.

“Stay down for a second, baby.” He whispered and I exhaled.

I pressed my palm against the floor, head dropping on to the carpeted floor . I whimpered when I felt him crouch down, foot digging in harder into my back and I curled my fingers into the carpet to swallow the pained sound that bubbled up in my throat.

“I’m going to fuck you again. And this time I want you to do all the work.” Jungkook’s voice came from over me and I flinched. I considered the odds of me putting up a fight and actually winning. It was laughable. I wasn’t going to fight a force of nature. And that was what Jeon Jungkook was.

“ You can’t make me do anything Jungkook.” I whispered finally. “ You can hit me and rape me and kill me but you can’t make me do anything to you. You just have to live with that.”

His foot lifted off my spine and I felt hands on my arms, pulling me up till I was kneeling. I watched as he moved around to stand in front of me.

“Look at me.” He said carefully.” From now you only speak when I tell you to.”

“ Whatever. Let’s get this over with so I can go see my sister and my nephew.“ I said shakily.

He sighed deeply at that, shaking his head.

“See, if it was upto me, I’d just put a bullet in both their heads. Cos at this point they’re just proving to be a nuisance.”

My blood turned to ice in my veins.

“ But, Yoongi’s just getting to know your pretty little Jisoo…And he’s my favorite hyung. So I’m going to let her live. But, let’s not invade their privacy for a while.” He began unbuckling his belt and I felt nausea rise inside me.

“Jungkook?” The voice came from the door and I stiffened. Jungkook groaned.

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing here?” He said gruffly, standing up and using his knee to push me out of the way roughly. I swore, gripping the edge of the table near me to steady myself before turning around to stare at the woman at the door. I stumbled to my feet, still feeling a little out of it. I needed food. Before I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“You were supposed to come see me tonight. I went looking for you everywhere and I find you here about to get with some common whore?” she shouted and I stiffened, glaring at her.

She stood framed in the doorway, staring at me for a second before letting her gaze wander all over the room. She stared at me, eyes taking in the unbuttoned blouse and I quickly moved to put the buttons back on.

“Did you fuck her?” She demanded angrily and Jungkook hummed.

“Since when did I owe you answers, angel?” He asked casually and I watched the woman’s eyes widen, before her brows furrowed in a frown.

“ So what, I can’t ask you who you’re with ?” She asked angrily and Jungkook groaned , kicking out at the nearest stand with enough force to send it toppling over the side, crashing to floor and breaking on impact. I stumbled, back, wrapping my arms around myself as he fairly growled.

“What the fuck is up with all you cunts today?” He demanded, glancing at me in distaste. “ I come back after busting my ass at work for ten entire days . I just needed to get my dick sucked and you two.” He shook his head, hand reaching into his jacket and I felt my eyes widen when he pulled his glock out, releasing the safety and loading the gun before pressing the muzzle right against her skull.

The woman whimpered, hands held up as he tapped the firearm against her.

“You. You don’t come anywhere near me unless I send for you. Is that clear?” He asked sharply and she nodded frantically, abject terror written all over her face.

He turned to me.

“And you. You’re coming with me.” He said quietly and I felt my eyes widen. I opened my mouth to protest but the girl at the door beat me to it.

“I think not…. You’re not taking her anywhere, Jungkook, I’ll-“ She began, reaching forward to grab him and Jungkook moved so quickly, I could barely blink.

The shot rang out , making me jump and I watched as she crumbled to the floor, crying out in pain. I stared in horror, watching the hole in her arm, spilling blood all over the floor and the hallway and my throat went completely dry, staring at the girl on the floor and the blank, absolutely merciless look on his face.

“Just because I let you sit on my cock once in a while, doesn’t mean you get a say in how I live my life.” He said quietly, using his foot to prod her hip. He glanced at me and I felt my throat go dry as he pulled the glock back to reload it.

He aimed the gun right at me, eyes dark and heavy.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby? Or do you need a physical demonstration as well?” He tilted his head to where the girl was on the floor, pressing her palm against her arm.

“She’s bleeding out.. “ I choked out. “ you need to get her help, Jungk-“

Another shot rang out and I jumped, heart in my throat as I tried to understand what had happened. It took me a second to realize that he hadn’t shot me. That he had fired at the ceiling.

“Answer the bloody question Elena.” He growled and I flinched, nodding.

“I… I’ll listen… Just…” I glanced back at the poor girl on the floor.” Get her some help.”

Jungkook smiled a little. He turned to the girl on the floor and shook his head.

“Get up baby. Go find Hoseok and get that patched up, yeah? And don’t provoke me the next time, yeah? ” He said casually and she stumbled to her feet, looking disoriented and scared as she moved out of the door.

“ And you. “ He glared at me. “Finish dressing up and follow me.”

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“Where are we going?” I asked nervously, fighting the instinct to just take off at a sprint, as we walked down the road to where his Mercedes was parked.

“My home. Where else?” He said casually and I stiffened.

“Jungkook-“

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak unless I ask you to, Elena? I’m jet lagged and angry. Trust me , you don’t want to piss me off now.” He said casually and I swallowed.

He opened the door for me, the polite gesture so at odds with what he was doing that my head began to throb.

But I climbed in nonetheless. I stayed quiet for the short ride to his apartment , eyes fixed straight ahead and Jungkook was quiet too. I was too exhausted to be scared, I thought despondently, my eyes drooping because of how long I’d been up. Glancing out the window, I watched the cars whizz by, people living their lives, completely unaware that almost all of them were merely tiny little gears in a machine run exclusively by men like Jungkook. That all their lives, spent working and earning and dying��it was all meaningless. They had no say in anything. People like Jungkook were the ones who got to shape the world to their liking. The ones who got to play God.

And Jungkook was definitely the closest to an omnipotent human I’d ever come across.

Powerful, untouchable and terrifying.

So perhaps, it was a little flattering, that I was the one thing he couldn’t get out of his head.

I glanced at him discreetly.

He was beautiful, I thought with a pang. One of the most beautiful men on this planet. Despite the years, his boyish charm was still right there on his face and he could slip on a plaid shirt , a white t shirt and stone wash jeans and pass off as an innocent college student. I stared at the taut jaw, the long column of his neck and the broad back. His biceps bulged when he gripped the steering when and my eyes lingered on the long fingers curled around the wheel.

I jumped when his hand moved to grip the stick shift , curling on the knob and yanking it back with force. I swallowed, thighs pressing together as my mind shifted to that night in Hoseok’s club. I hated myself for how often I relived it. And not always with disgust.

My fingers fell on the ring on his finger. His engagement ring, I thought with a pang. Lisa. Beautiful, wonderful Lisa who had been a dear friend . Once. For all her shortcomings I knew she loved the man who sat next to me. Cared deeply for him, even. Why else would she do this to me? She must have strong feelings for him , if it had prompted her to throw away our friendship of over a decade.

“You’re cheating on her then.” I said quietly. His reminder to not talk to him rang in my head but I couldn’t stop myself. He wasn’t a stranger. And that ring…the ring that promised to bind two people forever….. I’d worn it too. For him.

Jungkook didn’t reply, merely glancing at me in passing.

I sighed, looking at my knees, feeling my shoulders tremble a bit.

“Is she going to be there?” I asked quietly.

He exhaled sharply. I noticed the way his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“No.” He said shortly.

“She lives with you right? You said we’re going home ….then where is she-“

“What is this, twenty fucking questions?” He snapped and I swallowed. “ I’m not taking you home to my fiancée Elena, do I look like a fucking idiot? “ He shook his head.

Before I could demand more answers, he was pulling over into a side alley. I watched as he carefully parked the car before stepping out. Second later, he was coming around and opening the door.

I stared at him, gripping the hem of my blouse, tight. My stomach twisted into knots.

“Can’t you just let me go?” I whispered softly, pride forgotten in the wake of my tiredness. Jungkook stared at me, face eerily blank.

“Get out of the car.”

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“Like it?” He asked softly and I stood on the threshold, taking in the lavishly decorated apartment on the top floor of the building. I noticed the portrait right up front, a large full sized photo of me and Jungkook from nearly a decade ago, wrapped around each other in a hug , showing off our engagement bands.

“What is this?”

“It was supposed to be your wedding gift. From me. I bought it for you. Nine years ago. Thought you should see it.” He said quietly.

I stayed perfectly still , as he wrapped his hands around me in a hug.

“Why did you leave me, Elena?” He asked quietly and I felt my throat go dry.

“Why do you still have this place? Get rid of it.” I snapped. He laughed at that , pulling away and turning me around till I stared at him.

“ Will you stay here, with me?” He asked softly and I froze.

“You’re out of your mind.” I said shortly.

He hummed.

“Possibly. But then, the problem is this. If I tell you , you can’t leave this place ever again….There’s not much you can do about it, right?” He said thoughtfully and I felt a sob building in my chest.

“I… Don’t.” I said shakily.

“You should see the bedroom. Come.”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist dragging me past the lavish couch and sofa, past a well kept bar onto a wide hallway dimly lit. He stopped at the second door on the right, reaching out to open the lock. The room was plunged in darkness and I hesitated.

“Go on… After you, Mrs. Jeon.” He said softly . I could feel distaste creeping up my spine at the name, shivering a bit as I stepped into the darkness.

“Can you imagine, if we’d gotten married. This is what our first night together would be like…” He pressed against my back, arms coming around me , so gentle that I shivered.

“Jungkook…what are you doing?” I asked shakily.

“Shush…. “ He whispered, moving to unbutton my blouse again. I grabbed his wrists quickly.

“We aren’t married. I’m not your wife.” I said sharply and I felt him go still behind me.

“Shut your mouth and play along like a good girl.” He said quietly. He shook my hands off, moving to undo the buttons again.

Not sure what he expected, I stayed perfectly still as he hummed, pressing soft feather light kisses down my jaw and past my shoulders. His hands stroked up and down my arm as he laughed .

“Did you miss me Elena…..all these years…” He said quietly. “ Because I missed you. So much.”

He hugged me close, tight and hard.

“Are you scared?” He whispered, “ honey?”

“Oh, God…” I choked out, nausea rising up in my throat at the endearment.

“My wife…” He whispered, pressing a few more kisses against my skin before pushing me a bit towards the bed. “ Should I turn on the lights? I wanna see you.”

He nudged me towards the bed and my legs gave out when I hit the edge of it, legs turning to jelly as I sat on it, shaky and creeped out and terrified. Jungkook moved to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, a soft golden glow lighting up the bed .

“Look at you… so beautiful.” He whispered and I watched as he tugged off his shirt, before moving to his belt. He was watching me like I was something precious. Like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly and he smiled, running his fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest. He stopped at a large ornate tiger lily, inscribed right over his heart.

“Do you like it?” he said softly. “ I got this for you. My Elena…. As delicate as a lily and as brave as a tiger.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Either fuck me or let me go, I’m not here to talk about-“

He slapped me, so hard that my head whipped to the side, my face feeling like it had caught fire. I gasped, the pain spreading all over my jaw and I couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened. I pressed shaky fingers to the throbbing skin near my mouth, eyes watering at the sting.

“Didn’t I tell you to play along, angel?” He whispered sharply and I closed my eyes , shuddering.

Play along. Do it if you want to get out of here alive. ‘

Fucking psychopath.

“ It’s beautiful, Jungkook.” I whispered softly, glancing at him with teary eyes. He nodded.

“We’ll get one for you too. A wolf. With the initials JK on it…. Right here…” He lightly traced a path over my collarbone and I hoped to God, this was some sick fantasy. That he wasn’t seriously considering tattooing his initials on me.

“Strip for me baby… All of it. I want to see you.” He whispered and I hesitated just long enough to take a deep breath. I reached back, quickly undoing my bra clasp and pulling the fabric off. I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and my panties, tugging both of them off me, swiftly. I dropped all of it on the floor next to the bed, before moving to kneel in the middle of the bed, staring at him with a smile that felt physically painful.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He whispered quietly, crawling over on top of me.

“Lay down for me.” He said, and I felt repulsed, as he kissed my lips, soft and gentle, pressing in till I was flat on my back, legs parted so he could lie in between.

It was so different from last time and somehow ten times worse.

Jungkook pressed kisses all over my face, whispering gentle words against my skin that felt like acid.

“So beautiful…. Mine. You were always mine Elena. Mine to touch and mine to break . Mine to love and mine to fuck.”

I stared as he loomed over, his face inches from mine, his gaze deceptively affectionate, his eyes warm and almost soft. I watched as he came closer, his lips closing over mine. Instinctively I kept my lips together but his fingers curled around my thigh, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper, lips parting . He pressed his tongue in then , licking into my mouth and I brought my hands up, instinctively wrapping around the bare skin of his shoulders and my body thrummed at the feeling of his muscles under my fingers.

Curiosity made me foolish, and I found myself tracing the hills and valleys of his skin, fascinated by the way the muscles flexed, every time he moved his arm.

“You like that? I worked hard on those…” He chuckled, watching me curl my fingers around his biceps. He was so… big. I moved my fingers up to the hardness of his chest, splaying my palm on his pecs and my fingers caught a hard little scar, almost perfectly round and deep.

“What is this…” I asked , curious my finger dipping into the healed skin and he hummed.

“Your father . He shot me when I was chasing his car down in Jeju Do. Foolish bastard. Thought he could outrun me.” He laughed .

I glanced at him, catching his eyes and the ebbing laughter , my heart twisting.

“Then why am I here? You hate my father. You killed my entire family. So why am I here, Jungkook?” I asked foolishly, my heart breaking a bit and he hesitated.

“Because you’re mine.” He said simply.

I closed my eyes in despair.

“If this was our wedding night…. What would you say…?” He asked suddenly.

I stared at him, confused.

“What?”

“If we got married back then… When you were eighteen. And it was our first night together….. what would you say?”

I sighed.

“I’d ask you to ….to be gentle.” I whispered.

He nodded.

“Tell me , then.”

I stared at him, feeling helpless.

“Go on, Elena.” He said again.

“Jungkook…” I began but he shook his head.

“Ggukkie.” He said softly. “ Call me GGukkie… That’s what you used to call me …when we were young.”

I clenched my fists, on his chest, resisting the urge to push him off. That wouldn’t end well for me.

“GGukkie…” I whispered, finally, glancing up at him, licking my lips and parting them gently, eyes as wide as they could go, “ you know its my first time right?”

Jungkook’s eyes fairly danced at that and he hummed, leaning closer.

“Is it, baby?” He asked, reaching up to brush my hair away, fingers gentle on my face.

Get into it. Get into it and get it over with.

“You know it is…” I pouted, “ No one else can touch me. I’m yours , aren’t I GGukkie…”

He laughed, rubbing his nose against mine.

“That you are, kitten.”

Kitten? That’s a new one.

Shut up and stay in character , fuck.

I was so fucking screwed.

“ So… will you be gentle?” I whispered , “ I don’t want it to hurt.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around me rolling over and taking me with him till I was lying flat on top of him.

“Then how about this angel? You can ride me…. As slow and gentle as you like. Make yourself feel good on my cock, yeah….?”

I stared at him.

I’m gonna fuck you and you’re going to do all the work.

He’d played me like a fiddle.

“Well baby? Go on…. Take my pants off.”

I exhaled angrily, before moving down, to tug on his pants. He helped me take them off kicking off his boxer briefs as well.

That’s a beautiful dick. Objectively. Very pretty.

Shut the fuck up.

“ Get it wet for me baby….” He said softly. I glanced down at the hard length of it, jutting out of the small thatch of hair and felt my mouth go dry . Which would be counterproductive if I wanted to get it wet. So I swirled my tongue around my mouth, trying to get my mouth moist, before leaning down and carefully wrapping my lips around the head.

Fuck, he tastes good.

I shook my head a bit to clear the voice in my head, glancing up at him with my lips stretched around the soft pink head and he was looking right back at me, eyes heavy and dark .

“Go on baby, take more of it in, use your tongue…make me feel good.”

I closed my eyes, letting the spit coat the hard length of his cock, sinking down till the tip began to inch down my throat. I sucked lightly, running my tongues back and forth on whatever skin I could touch and it was like sucking a lollipop except the lollipop was thick enough to stretch my mouth wide and hit the back of my throat.

I felt his hand reach into my hair, gripping hard and I whimpered.

“Be gentle…” I whispered, pulling off and his eyebrows shot up , clearly in surprise . He stared at me for a second, as though considering my request and then his fingers loosened , threading through the strands soothingly.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispered . I went back to sucking him off, somehow my natural tendency to work hard making me bob up and down, using my tongue and taking him as deep as I could. I felt a sick sort of satisfaction when he moaned in pleasure and for some damn reason I wanted to draw more sounds out of him.

This is a dream. Either that or you tripped over a pothole and fell into another dimension.

“ Are you wet ? Come here, so I can check….” Jungkook said softly and I pulled off moving up to straddle his hips. I flinched when he reached down, tracing my slit with carefully fingers before slipping in two. I tightened against the intrusion, still sore on the inside and he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to my mouth.

“Suck…and get them nice and wet if you don’t want it to hurt.” He said quietly and I wrapped my lips around his fingers, letting my spit coat the slender digits.

When he pushed them back into me, the slide was easier , wetter and I gripped his shoulders, trying to relax around him. It felt foreign but also good… I felt good…

I stared down at him, the broad muscled body and the handsome face and for a crazy moment I imagine what it would have been, if I had married him. Would it have been this….this… weird pleasure that was somehow both painful and exhilarating at the same time. I bit my lips as he curled his fingers inside me, rubbing at some spot high up inside me that sent heat shooting straight up my spine, slick dripping out of me and onto the hard planes of his stomach like honey from a comb.

“Now sit on my cock.” He said quietly. I trembled, reaching down to lightly grip his cock, moving till the head lined up right against my slit or where I thought my slit was. Biting my lips, I lowered my body, feeling my body cleave to let him in, his cock pressing in and in and in.

My knees gave out and I slid down the length of him, the sudden, incredible fullness knocking the breath right out of me.

“ Fuck…baby….you alright?” He whispered and it messed with my head, the way he actually looked concerned and worried and I couldn’t take anymore of it.

“Please… Please… I just… I want to go home…” I whimpered, feeling full and stretched out, my thighs trembling and my insides wet and warm and somehow stuck between wanting more and wanting it to end.

Jungkook grunted, fingers curling over both my hips and lifting me lightly and with ease.

“Come on baby…. Ride me….” He whispered, “ Put your hands on my chest and roll your hips, up and down .”

I did as he said, one hand braced against his chest, the other gripping his shoulder as I tried to move on him but it was hopeless. I had no energy or inclination to do this and the pleasure was fast ebbing into frustration. Jungkook seemed to sense it because he growled.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking bad at this… Fine… Just lay there and let me use that stupid cunt of yours.” He snapped, gripping my waist and folding his knees just enough to brace his feet on the bed. I gasped as I got lifted a bit , his cock slipping in impossibly deeper , the tip nudging close to my cervix , the lightest brush of it send sharp jolts of electric pain pleasure up my spine.

“Oh fuck,..” I breathed as he pistoned into me, hips hitting my ass with brutal force as he fucked up into me and I could only tremble, eyes fluttering shut, fingers going numb from how hard I was gripping him.

“You’re gonna cum today… I’m gonna make you cum on my cock…” He growled, reaching down and pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing softly, slow circles that were almost gentle compared to the brutal pounding oh his hips and I felt my mouth go slack, wetness slipping out of my tongue and dripping down my chin because of how excruciatingly good it felt, having him so deep, pressing in against the edge of my womb and I and to press my palm, right up against my belly , stunned because of how my body seemed to open and shift to make room for him.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, right inside your womb, fuck…. Gonna carry my babies for me, right sweetheart? Gonna watch you get round and full with my seed , watch you drip milk all over me with those beautiful tits….fuck…”

The shock of his words sent me over the edge, my body clenching down on him as I came, my orgasm so strong that I felt like I was cramping up on the inside and I toppled forward onto him, landing on his chest and bouncing a bit. Jungkook grunted a little, wrapping both his arms around me, holding close as he fucked me right through the aftershocks, body stilling only when I stopped shuddering and I felt warm wetness spill inside me, so deep that I knew I would have to swallow three morning after pills after this, although I was on birth control.

Because one could never be too sure with these things.

Jungkook stayed still under me and it took me a few seconds to catch my breath. I finally levered myself off of him, legs shaking as I rolled over and onto the bed before breathing in huge lungfuls of air.

“Can I go?” I choked out.

Jungkook grunted. “ Get the fuck out of here.”

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When I stumbled out of the cab, exhausted and out of my mind with self loathing, I didn’t expect to see Hoseok sitting on the pavement outside the bakery, leaning against a streetlight, face warm but determined.

“Hobi?” I asked stunned. “ What are you-“

He cut me off with a kiss.

I stared wide eyed as he pulled me into an embrace, wrapping me in warmth and scent of his cologne, his hands impossibly gentle around me as he all but cradled me against his body, his lips moving gently against mine.

“Elena…” He breathed against my lips, eyes glinting . “ I love you. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’m so fucking sorry for being such a coward but you deserve to know… you deserve to know how I feel about you.”

I stared at him in disbelief, my heart pounding as I punched his chest in desperation.

“No… No fuck you… what are you doing…. He’ll kill you…” I hissed and he tightened his arms around me.

“I don’t care.” He hissed. “ I don’t… I can’t just… I can’t let him hurt you like this. I won’t. I’m going to tell him. I’m going to tell him to let you go or lose our friendship.” He said angrily and I trembled.

My heart raced because Hoseok was the only one I’d ever loved. In every way a girl could love a boy. He was and had always been this confusing breed of brother and friend while everyone had drooled after Jeon Jungkook , I’d always been drawn to him…drawn to his quiet strength and to the way he had always treated me as an equal…

But… but Jungkook…. Jungkook who would put a bullet in his brain without a thought if he thought that Hoseok was trying to move in on something that belonged to him…..

“Hoseok…just… Don’t. I… I love you too…” I breathed out, tired and scared and so fucking worried because what if someone was listening even now..what if word got to Jungkook and he tried to hurt ….i couldn’t even think it.

“Come find me when Jungkook is busy . When he can’t find us…” I said softly, reaching out and pressing my palm against his face.

“I’m not scared of him.” Hoseok growled and it was ridiculous.

“But I’m scared of losing you. “ I said quickly. “ We can’t… He can’t know. Ever.”

Hoseok nodded before pulling me close again.

“Was he too rough?” He whispered and I blinked, flushing. I shook my head.

“No.. I. No. I think…”

“I hate that he was the one to touch you, first. You.. You deserve to know how good it can be…. How gentle.. I want to… fuck…” He shook his head pulling away and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“We can’t…” I said quietly. “ you know we can’t.”

He glanced at me, eyes blazing and lips parted and I groaned.

“Don’t look at me like that Hobi…” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Tomorrow. He’s going to Jeju Do , to inspect a new resort. He won’t be back till the day after. Call in sick at work.” He said quietly and I bit my lips, feeling a bit like a whole idiot.

I nodded.

He reached forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

No self preservation skills at all, I thought miserably.

If Jungkook found out…….

Author’s Note : I’ll add the taglist here tomorrow

#bts smut #bts fanfics #bts fics #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook #bts scenarios #jungkook fics #bts fanfic

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Curiosity Killed The Cat ~ LMH & LF [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.9K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader x Felix

GENRE: consensual smut, Hitman au, mentions of death, assisnation, bombings, blood, face riding, oral, threesome, M/F/M, after care, no protection

A/N: Please I had so much fun with this! I love writing AU’s so much!!! 🥺🥰💗 Hope this is okay for you my lovely little anon!

"If you don't stop tapping that pen I'm going to shove it so far down your neck you'll whistle when you breathe," Minho growled in Felix's direction as they sat together in an old beat-up car. All Felix had done for the last four hours was tap and click the pen over and over again deciding that he was single-handedly going to be the one driving force that made Minho want to quit his job.

"I don't see anything else to do," Felix countered as he stared back at his partner who simply glared at him before looking out of the window again. It was a stupid idea to stake out a university it looked suspicious that two men were waiting in a car outside but it was the bosses orders. Stake out the school and wait for the suspect to come out but it felt creepy. Although it was a university and most of the students were their age it was strange to them both.

"Have we actually seen him go in?" The truth was no one had seen the guy that they were after in almost seven months, he was good at hiding which was why he was nicknamed "The Chameleon," something Minho hated. Why give the bad guy a name it was only going to boost the ego even more.

"He's supposedly acting as a student," Minho handed the folder over to Felix keeping his eyes on the door, the Chameleon could walk out right under your nose and no one would have an idea it was him.

"Why a student? Surely it would be feeling for him to be a teacher," Felix flicked through the folder the guy was a serial bomber that his company had been after for years. He'd killed almost over 100 people with no remorse whatsoever. It was as if the guy was a robot, he didn't care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted, not that anyone knew what that was. His clues were always so vague. One thing for sure, it wasn't money that he was after.

The government had tried to pay him to stop the needless killings only for the guy to blow the bag up in the middle of the street.

"Easier to hide...Won't be so obvious when things go missing around the school...The student we're looking at fits his usual MO." Minho sighed taking a deep breath and looking at Felix for the first time in an hour. It was beginning to worry him the closer the two of them got to catching the guy. Their job wasn't a simple catch him and arrest him, no, they were the last resort. Kill him on sight as soon as they know, without a shadow of a doubt that it's him. Assassins or as they were better known as now, Hitmen.

"Transfers in the middle of the year, things from the science department go missing and then there's the-" Right as Minho was about to explain that there were constant fire drills the alarm began to blare out through the school.

"Those," He mumbled staring back over at the double-doored exit from the school. There was no use sitting at the entrance when they knew he liked to hide from everyone, if he was the one doing this they needed to find him and quickly before anyone else got hurt.

"Another drill?" You mumbled looking to your left to see your best friend Mina smirking at you, you rolled your eyes knowing why she was so happy. Thanks to the fire alarm she was going to get out of her final exam and pass it no matter what,

"It wouldn't surprise me if you were the one pulling them," You mumbled sarcastically as you pulled your satchel over your shoulder, looking around for her so-called boyfriend.

"What did you do? Get Farara to pull it?" You teased as you jabbed your elbow into her side, walking out into the courtyard and taking in a deep breath,

"You need to relax, we've just finished exams and you're still studying," Mina rolled her eyes at you, it was always the same with her. She wanted you to let your hair down and relax while you wanted to focus on things that were important to you, like actually passing your course.

"I have another two years to go, you're done. I'm just getting started." You reminded her as you looked around, you loved Mina with all of your heart but since meeting Farara she seemed to be getting in trouble more. Not only with the university but with the police. Just last week you'd been called down to the station to bail her out because she was caught driving around in a stolen car with enough products to set a whole house on fire.

"Take a year off, come with me and Farara to England. He's going to take me away and spend time with his family." The more you heard about the guy the more worry began to grow inside of you. She'd hardly known him and yet she was planning to run away to a different country with him,

"What does he even do for a living? To get all of this money?" You questioned hoping she wouldn't get too annoyed with you asking her about him. It seemed as though whenever you asked questions she would get pissed at you, claiming that you were just trying to poke holes in their "relationship,"

"What does it matter?" She stared at you with a disgusted look on her face,

"Hey, baby!" A voice cried out as a pair of strong-looking arms wrapped around Mina.

"Snuckums!" She practically squealed making you jump as she turned around and began making out with him grotesquely in front of everyone.

"That's my cue to leave," You said loud enough for them to hear, turning to head home to your dorms when Mina grabbed your arm.

"Party tonight. Come with us," She begged looking at you with pleading eyes, as you were about to decline Farara scoffed at the thought of it.

"Y/n? At a party, don't make me laugh. She's the party pooper baby, she doesn't know how to have fun." For some reason, the anger bubbled up inside of you and it seemed to annoy you more. If Mina had been the one to say it it wouldn't have bothered you as much but from him, you wanted to prove him wrong.

"I'll be there. Text me the details," You smiled smugly in his direction but he just seemed to smirk, it made you feel uneasy to see him smirking at you like that.

"This will be great! A going-away party right baby!?" Mina squealed before making out with him once again.

After spending almost four hours trying to pick something to wear you finally felt ready to go and headed straight to the party. It was at the frat house Farara had been living in since he got to the university. The whole walk over from your dorms you could have sworn someone was following you along.

"Glad you could join us, take this." Mina handed you a drink and then laid a flower necklace around you before disappearing into the house leaving you alone.

The whole house seemed to be partying hard, loud music was blaring for different speakers each of which was playing a different song. People were already yelling and dancing drunkenly along the floor and not to mention someone throwing up in a flower pot.

"You came pretty late, didn't think you were going to show," Farara smirked once he caught sight of you in the kitchen. You hummed before putting down the cup Mina had given to you, there was no way you were going to drink that night. Not unless it was water at least. You didn't know anyone besides Mina and she was clearly preoccupied with other things.

"We have juice boxes in the basement," Farara joked earning a laugh from someone else in the kitchen but Mina pushed him softly.

"Leave Y/n alone, she came and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go dance." She pulled you straight into the living room without giving you a chance to answer her.

"Isn't this fun?! I'm so sad you never got to have parties all year," She pouted at you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she swayed in time to whatever song she heard first. The mixture of the songs and stench alcohol all starting to hurt your head the longer that you stood there but you were at least going to wait an hour before heading home.

"What the fuck are we doing?" Minho mumbled as he stared down at the jeans and shirt he was wearing, Felix had dressed in the same outfit only a different coloured shirt. When Felix suggested going to the party Minho didn't think he meant actually attending it.

"We're blending in." He chuckled laying one of the flower necklaces around Minho's neck who stared at him with a filthy look the moment it touched his chest.

"What better way to find out information than going to the people that know the guy." It still didn't make Minho feel any better about being at some kind of dumb University frat party. Everyone was drunk and drooling over one another except for the girl that they had followed over, you.

"Look," Minho nudged Felix and nodded in your direction as they watched you heading for the bathroom alone. You stood out amongst the rest, instead of dancing or drinking you were simply looking for a bathroom and keeping your head down. They only knew about the party because they'd overheard you and Mina talking about it earlier that day.

"She looks like she could be here to help, we saw them speaking with one another earlier," Minho reminded Felix but he shook his head,

"She does look like she wants to be here, they didn't look like they liked one another." Minho shrugged his shoulders as he thought back on it,

"All good acting," The two of them weren't sure if Farara had a partner this time but in all of his other bombings, he had someone. Someone who would take the fall for him, usually the good girl gone bad once they met him and fell for his traps. Promising them a life of happiness in another country, planning everything out so it would seem as though he truly loved and cared for them when he didn't.

"I'm just saying we find The Chemelon, take care of business and leave," Felix whispered as they made their way through to the kitchen when they saw him. A loud laugh spread through the air that physically sent shivers down their spines, watching as he left out of the kitchen door and down the back garden.

"Follow him," They said in unison as they headed out of the same door, keeping their heads down as they tried to see what it was he was doing.

Stepping out onto the back porch you took in a long deep breath of the cold air, it felt nice to have it circulating through you instead of the stuffy air from inside. Mina had begged you to stay once she caught you trying to leave, making you promise her that you wouldn't go anywhere until she found Farara who had run off leaving her in charge of the party. In your mind, he was out fucking someone else since he seemed like a player but you weren't about to tell one of your best friends that.

The longer you stood there the more you wanted to go home but as you looked down at the end of the garden you frowned. Inside the small shed, there was a flashing light coming through the window and you could have sworn you heard someone grunting.

"I swear to god if this is Farara I'll murder him," You mumbled to yourself as you began to walk towards the building. All you were going to do was look through the window, if it was him you'd find Mina and tell her. If it wasn't him you'd just act as though you hadn't seen anything but the closer you got the more uneasy you began to grow. Something inside of you was telling you to turn back but you weren't about to let your friend get cheated on by some good for nothing low-life.

"Tell us what you're planning and maybe we'll let you off easy," Felix whispered in Farara's ear from behind him. They'd followed him out and found him packing up a suitcase which meant the bombing was sooner than expected from him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," The boy stuttered as he stared between the two men in front of him, both of them had guns on display to intimidate him into speaking. As if being strapped into a chair with garden rope wasn't scary enough for him.

"Look, we know who you are. Just tell us where the bomb is," As soon as the word bomb left Minho's mouth he heard a gasp and branch snap from outside the shed. His eyes met with Felix and he nodded over to the side door where Felix could easily get out without being seen.

Stepping back from the building you tried to move out of the way but ended up backing into someone who pushed you back to the window. Forcing you to stare through it as the man inside shot Farara in the chair he was strapped to. There was no sound from the gun you just saw a blur before Farara dropped forward, lifeless in the chair as blood pooled from the small entrance wound in his head. A small scream was building up in your throat but before you could say a word a hand was covering your mouth and you were ushered into the shed.

"Clean up to Agents 322 and 366," The man who had killed Farara said down a small earpiece looking over at you with a small smirk on his face,

"What a curious little kitten," Felix purred in your ear as he ran his fingers up and down your cheek making you shiver,

“Curiosity Killed The Cat you know,” Minho chuckled as he looked over at you from his phone.

"I'll ask you once, and only once." Minho lowered himself to your level, looking you in the eyes.

"Do you know who he's working with? Your friend maybe? Could she have known what he was planning?" Bile rose up in your throat as you watched the blood pooling onto the floor, running along to Mino's shoes as he stood there.

"Mina. S-She wouldn't have know...I don't think," You looked back at Minho, the gut feeling inside of you seemed to subside as you looked at him and Felix who was now standing in front of you.

"You don't seem scared that we just killed your friend?" Felix questioned looking from the body and back to you, your eyes get dancing to and from Farara, half expecting him to jump up and have this be some kind of joke.

"A friend? I didn't know him and he did nothing but belittle me...What was it you said about a bomb?" Curiosity began to build in Minho as he watched you, there wasn't even an ounce of fear towards them from you.

"Have you heard of the Chameleon?" The realization hit you as you stared at Farara.

"He fits the MO." You mumbled shocking Felix who just seemed to stare at you in disbelief.

"You're training to be in the forces?" Minho asked as he laid a garden sheet over the body, your eyes staring back at him this time.

"My father was an FBI agent, I know some things...I know you're not FBI." A smirk plastered across Felix's lips as he watched you and Minho interacting the way you were. It was the first time he'd ever seen Minho act so casually with someone in months, not to mention he seemed laid back.

"How do you know that?" Felix quizzed looking over at you as he folded his arms over his chest.

"For starters, neither of you have a badge otherwise you would have shown me by now, your guns aren't standard issue for agents...So you're hitmen...That or random psychopaths." Minho blinked at you before standing up straight when he heard a knock on the door.

"Clean up crew," Minho pulled the door open and ushered you out with Felix on your other side.

"Do you need help with her?" A female voice asked as you turned your whole body to see a female staring at you.

"No thanks, you go and clean up. We'll take her home." Your eyes shot up to the one with the deep voice, Felix, and you frowned.

"We'll make sure you get home safe," Minho added when he could see how confused you were.

Leading you over to their car you stared at it, it was the same car that had been following you earlier.

"You followed me here," The back door opened and you crawled inside, looking around at all of the empty food packets.

"Ignore the mess, we were on a stakeout," Felix chuckled as he got into the front passenger seat and glanced back at you.

"I'm Felix and this is Minho," He shook your hand and you felt a spark ignite inside of you. The way his hand fit around yours made you shiver a little,

"Look at that, someone liked your touch Lix." Your eyes shot to Minho started up the car and smirked at you through the small review mirror.

"Give us your address kitten," The small nickname made you clench your thighs as you could feel an aerosol building. After giving them your dorm address you began trying to pull yourself back together, you'd just watch them kill someone and yet you were getting wet at the thought of them calling you kitten. It didn't help that they were insanely attractive, Felix's muscles could be seen through the thin white shirt he was wearing and Minho's ass looked like he worked out an awful lot. You blinked, ignoring the growing wetness that was pooling between your legs.

"Look at that, we haven't said one suggestive comment and you're squeezing your little thighs together," Minho chuckled as he reached a red light, turning to look at you from the front seat and licking his lips at the sight of you. Completely innocent and sitting there rubbing your legs together as if that was going to give you any kind of satisfaction that you were desperately craving.

"My guess is she's going to go home and touch herself to the thought of us," Minho teased as he began to drive once again, watching Felix as he turned to look at you. His eyes locking with you as he reached behind to rub your knee softly.

"I mean she doesn't have to think of us, we could do it for you princess." The car stopped outside your dorm but you made no attempt to move as the car was shut off.

"Would you like that?" Minho questioned turning his body to look at you. The need to press your thighs together built up but Felix kept them apart, licking his lips as he waited for you to answer the question. A finger trailed up and down your knee and you shuddered,

"Yes! Yes...Yes, I would like that," You spoke loudly as you stared at both of them, the two exchanged a smirk with one another before climbing out of the car and holding your door open.

"Then who are we to let a pretty little kitten go home needy," Felix growled in your ear, holding your arm as you all walked in the direction of your dorm room.

Neither of them wasted time when they got into your room, attaching their lips to either side of your neck as you let out small whimpers of pleasure. You could already feel each of them smirking against your skin, Felix's hands around your waist while Minho kept his on your breasts, massaging them softly with his hands whenever you would whimper.

"Here we thought you were the good girl," Minho whispered making you jerk away from him,

"I'm not. I'm sick of people saying that to me," You spat at him your eyes locking with his as he tilted his head to the side, a smug look on his face.

"Prove it to me," Without another word you pushed him down onto your bed sinking to your knees in front of him. You pulled down the jeans he was wearing discarding them behind you, forgetting about Felix behind you until he laid down on the floor.

"Up," He ordered, you rose to your knees and he slid under you so his breath was right against your core.

"Looks pretty," He whispered referencing the bright pink thong you had worn under your dress that night,

"But it needs to go." One snapping sound later and you felt a cool breeze on your core,

"Dripping wet Minho, you should see her." A finger began to trace along your folds making your hips jolt forward,

"So wet, pretty and-" A small kiss was placed on your clit and your eyes widened,

"Tastes define." Felix moaned out in a deep voice, you whimpered looking at Minho.

"The confidence seems to have faded from you kitten," You ignored him pulling his cock free from his boxer and smirking at the length. He was larger than you expected but you slowly pumped him in one hand, looking up at him smugly as he jerked. Minho shifted a little, leaning back against the bed letting his elbow prop him up. Running your fingers over the indent under the head of his cock your smirk grew wider as he moaned out.

"Good girl," He breathed out as your tongue began to caress him, swirling around the head of his cock before you took him into your warm mouth pumping your head back and forth while your other hand rested on his thigh.

"My turn," Felix whispered pulling you to sit down on his face as you let out a moan around Minho's cock who seemed to moan out in pleasure. Hollowing out your cheeks you ran your tongue over the indent you'd found earlier and he cried out gripping onto the sheets around him.

"Oh shit!" You moaned out as you could feel Felix's tongue running through your folds while he worked two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to meet your g-spot making you cry out again.

Minho thrust up into your mouth as you took him back, moving your head faster this time setting his whole body aflame. Each thrust of your head caused his whole body to stiffen and he looked at you, holding your face as he began to thrust a little more. You smirked around him nodding at him to let him know it was okay and he slowly began to thrust into your mouth.

"S-Shit she likes that Hyung, clenching around my tongue." Felix chuckled as he continued to eat you out aggressively as you rode his face, your hips bucking little by little as you felt an orgasm beginning to build up inside of you. Minho thrust up once more before his whole body shook and he let out a moan of your name, cumming into your mouth as he rolled his head back. You swallowed every last drop and focused on the pleasure Felix was giving to you, gripping onto the bed as you rocked your hips in time with his licks.

"So pretty when your face contorts like that," Minho chuckled as he began kissing you softly, holding your neck in his hand lightly as he forced you to look at him,

"Do you like this? Two strangers fucking you?" You nodded as you let out a choked moan, pulsating around Felix's fingers as he continued to thrust them into you at a rough pace.

"Cumming!" You screamed out as your hips continued to buck as your orgasm ripped through you, your legs shaking as you tried to stay upright on your knees instead of falling to the floor the way you wanted to.

"Y/n?" Felix whispered as he pulled himself into a sitting position, watching you as you ripped your dress off from your body, you were ready and you needed one of them inside of you. Now.

Lips met yours over and over again as Minho pulled you up onto the bed, sitting back against the headboard as you straddled his lap. Kissing him wherever you could, lips, neck, collarbone, anywhere you could get your lips on him. Felix sat behind you naked, his cock pressed against your ass as you let out a whine.

"Still so wet," Felix chuckled as he teased your entrance with two fingers, meanwhile Minho had worked his fingers down to your clit circling slowly.

"Holy fuck," You breathed out as your head fell forward to rest on top of Minho's. Your brain was in a fog as they continued to tease you with their fingers until Felix sank two inside of you and Minho applied the pressure that made you cry out pushing your hips back into Felix.

A third finger was added and your whole body felt as though it was on fire, your fingernails dug into Minho's arms as you cried out a mixture of both of their names.

"Someone is ready for us," Minho chuckled as they removed their fingers making you whimper at the sudden lack of touch from either of them. Felix moved to the edge of the bed and sat in the same position Minho had before.

"On the floor kitten," He whispered as you got onto your knees in front of him, this time Minho sat behind you with his cock at your entrance causing you to clench around nothing.

"You sure?" You ignored the stupid question as you sank down onto Minho's cock crying out as you adjusted to the size of him.

"That..Oh shit...That's a yes Felix," Minho moaned out as he held onto your thighs, grunting at the tight feeling as you wrapped around his cock. Smirking to yourself you looked up at Felix, taking him into your mouth and began to bob your head as you had done with Minho. The two men moaning out in pleasure as you controlled them, moving your hips up and down at a slow pace just to torture Minho that little bit more.

"Fuck," Minho's hands gripped onto your waist and he thrust up harder and faster into you, his breathing jagged as he moaned out your name. Felix's cock twitched into your mouth as you began to roll your tongue around the head of his cock, reaching your hand down between your thighs to circle your clit.

Fire was beginning to build in your stomach with both moans from men titling you over the edge.

"Just like that," Felix cried out as you moved your head in time with Minho's fast thrust. The room filled with wet sounds and slapping skin as you cried out around Felix's length. Felix's hand rested on your cheek as he began to thrust into your mouth, grunting as he came down your throat holding you around him until his hips stopped jerking.

"M-Minho! I-I’m cumming! I-I’m cumming!" You screamed out as he continued his sinfully fast thrusts until he came into you touching you deeply as your head rolled back against his chest. Clenching onto anything you could get your hands on, screaming out his name. Cumming around him as you pulsated in pure bliss, your whole body felt as though it was shaking.

Minho smirked as you slept in his shirt, they'd managed to clean you up with a warm wet cloth and got you into bed.

"Poor thing must be exhausted," He smirked running his fingers over your face as your frowned in deep slumber.

"That was a nice reward though for finishing our job," Felix laughed as he looked at your body, you were curled up in a small clutching onto the sheets and he smiled.

"We should get going, paperwork to report and all that," Minho mumbled grabbing a hoodie from your wardrobe as he turned to leave.

The morning you woke up images of what had happened flashed before you and if it hadn't been for the achiness between your thighs. You would have thought it a dream and yet, you were laying there in a shirt that wasn't yours and a note beside your bed,

Until next time Curious Kitten x

Written at the bottom of the note were two numbers with the boy's initials by the side of them, you clutched the note against your chest as you laid back. Enjoying the memories of the night before.

Tagline: @minholuvs @taestannie @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @taeechwitaa @justbangtanthingz @stillwithlix

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fireflykaizoku · 3 years ago

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Heya! I know you’ve done 3 soulmate fics now, but with the sort of angsty feel with Mimi-ya’s request I was wondering if a Katakuri x reader, in regards to the age difference he had given up hope that it was even possible for him to have happiness outside of his family, would make for a good read and also possibly dangerous for reader to come face to face with Big Mom and all those siblings! Thank you x

Hii! i'm sorry i took long to finish it, but i kept watching OP and reading more about Katakuri, since it's my first time writing for him. Since i'm still on episode 850, i was afraid it'd be a bit ooc. If it is, i'm so sorry! my writing for Katakuri will improve as i finish the arc. I hope you like it anyway, it was fun to write it ❤

Your family was rich and well-known around the Grand Line. Being the only daughter, they were trying to find a husband for you, a political marriage that could be good for both families, especially yours. They had a list of potential husbands, but you didn’t bother checking it since you were too focused on your birthday party. It was a small party, just with close friends and family, but you wanted everything to be perfect.

And it was. You had so much fun around people you loved, it was hard to fall asleep after that; you were genuinely happy.

Before opening your eyes, you could already feel the sweet smell, something like candy, donuts or cake. Thinking it was maybe a belated birthday breakfast, you opened your eyes and was ready to jump out of the bed when you realized the bedroom was completely different from yours. And as soon as you looked down, you realized that body definitely wasn’t yours. The toned chest, tattoos and the scarf around your neck weren’t yours.

You could only feel happiness and relief, you were glad you already switched bodies with your soulmate. Who knew it’d be that fast? But you wanted to see more of him, so you got up and started looking for a mirror in his room. The reflection surprised you at first, not being the kind of soulmate you expected to have. He had tattoos, crimson hair, and apparently was very tall. In fact, he was huge. When you put the scarf down a little, you noticed he had scars, and you assumed that’s why he covered his mouth. He also had fangs, which you thought were extremely charming. He wasn’t ugly, in fact, he was far from that. He was very handsome. Intimidating, of course. But very handsome.

Looking around, you found a vest, and on the back, you noticed “Charlotte” written on it.

— Charlotte? — you whispered to yourself, thinking you’ve seen that name somewhere until you finally realized after a couple of minutes.

— He’s one of Big Mom’s son!

You remember when your parents were trying to find a husband for you, his name came up a couple of times. It was probably Charlotte Katakuri. You’ve never seen any pictures of him, but you knew he was a very strong and powerful man.

After a couple of minutes just looking at his figure in the mirror, admiring his traits, a knock on the door brought you back to reality.

— Katakuri-sama, it’s almost time for Big Mom’s tea party. — someone said, outside the room before leaving right away.

You heard about the famous Tea Parties, but you didn’t even know how to behave. You knew there would be so many people, powerful people, and some probably well known as well, so you couldn’t take the risk of things going wrong.

You couldn’t describe the relief you felt when you noticed a den den mushi in the corner of the room. Perfect! You’d call him, explain everything and hopefully he’d be there just in time for the party.

It took a couple of minutes, but finally someone answered. You got quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say.

— Charlotte Katakuri? — you asked, a bit nervous.

— It’s me. I assume you’re (L/N) (F/N)? — you hummed in response. — I see you’re my soulmate and we switched bodies.

— Yes, and you have a Tea Party to attend today. Do you think we can switch back before then?

— Unfortunately, no. Your island is quite far from the Whole Cake Island. Can you go instead? You’ll just have to sit without saying anything. It won’t last too long, and when it’s over you go straight to your room.

— But what if… I need to fight? I don’t know how to… — he interrupted you.

— Don’t worry, it shouldn’t have an attack. But if anything happens, look for Brûlée and explain everything. I’ll be there before the sunrise, and we’ll be able to switch back, hopefully.

He seemed so calm even in a situation like this. But following his advice, you went to the party. It was fun and there was delicious food everywhere, but you couldn’t disrespect your soulmate and remove the scarf off. Maybe when you switch back you can ask Katakuri to let you eat a few.

You started sweating whenever Big Mom or any of his kids got near you, trying to talk. So to avoid raising any suspicions, you just nodded the whole time. And whenever you heard a fuss, your soul felt like it’d leave your body, worried it’d be a confront. If you had to fight today, acting like Katakuri, you wouldn’t know what to do.

You were hungry, but too shy to ask for anything. As if someone heard your thoughts, a few small men knocked on your door, bringing donuts. Not just two or three, but many donuts. They bowed and left quickly.

After eating half of it, you fell asleep. You were very anxious since you’d meet your soulmate in a few hours, but your eyelids got heavier and you couldn’t fight the sleep anymore. You woke up a few hours later with someone gently tapping your arm. When you opened your eyes, you realized Katakuri had arrived.

You were still sleepy, and sat on the bed, rubbing your eyes until you actually felt awake. The height difference was quite a lot, and it was funny. You had to sit on the floor so the two of you would be face to face.

— Hello, Katakuri. — you felt incredibly shy now.

— Good morning. — he tried to hide the fact he was embarrassed, and was hoping you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating.

— This… Is it the time when we kiss?— you suggested, looking away. Would he think you were being too straightforward?

— Yes… We should… Kiss.

You pulled the scarf down slowly with your now cold hands. You closed your eyes, feeling very nervous. You kissed a few times before, but it still felt like something new. Especially now that it wasn’t just a random person, it was your soulmate.

Noticing you were waiting for him to make a move, he moved closer, sealing your lips together. Just a peck at first, until you gave him permission to deepen the kiss. Both of you were shy, and the kiss was a bit clumsy. Maybe he haven’t had many kisses too.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to realize you two had switched back, his big and strong hands holding your face was a sign that it worked. You rested your head on his hand, looking at him with eyes full of admiration and a soft smile on your lips.

— Aren’t you… Scared or disgusted? — he asked, feeling insecure now that his face was exposed to you.

— Why would I be? — you genuinely asked, smiling softly.

— Because… Of my mouth. I’m not how you probably wanted your soulmate to look like, and I don’t want you to think you have to put up with me because we’re soulmates. Now that we switched back, you can go if you want to. — his voice didn’t seem angry, as if he was demanding you to leave. It sounded sad, as if he had been through a lot.

You heart ached just to think that someone had the courage to hurt your soulmate.

Little did you know that many people treated him differently, not wanting to be around him or making fun of him because of his appearance; little did you know that while most of his siblings found their soulmates already, and he spent most of his life thinking he didn’t deserve his other half. Little did you know that he gave up on finding someone and started to deal with the fact that only his family would be able to love him.

But now, after meeting you, he threw his rational self out of the window. He felt like he could love someone; marry someone for a reason other than just a political marriage. But would you want him just like he wants you?

— We switched back, right? — you caressed his face softly. He wasn’t expecting it, no one has ever been this gentle with him before. — That means we’re in love.

— I don’t want you to be with someone like me, you’d only be in danger. — he turned his face not to see you. — You wouldn’t be able to deal with my siblings. It won’t be like playing house, and it won’t be like the marriage you might be expecting.

You got quiet, taking a deep breath. He wouldn’t push you away easily. Katakuri noticed your silence, and was expecting you to leave the room, agreeing that life with him wouldn’t be the perfect calm life you probably wanted. Instead, before he could even use his haki to have a glimpse of the future, you turned his face and pecked his lips.

— I won’t give up so easily. — you crossed your arms. — You’re my soulmate and I won’t leave you just because you think I can’t deal with a dangerous lifestyle. I want you, and if you want me too… We can make this work.

Looking at your face that was looking at him with love in your eyes, how could he say “no”? Maybe Big Mom would be willing to accept this relationship and give her blessing, and his siblings would be happy for him. He could even pretend it was all because of your family and their power at first.

His stomach started growling before he could say anything.

— I’m sorry, I only ate a few donuts while I was in your body. — you felt a little embarrassed about what you were about to ask. — But I wanted to eat some of the sweets yesterday. Do you think… — he didn’t let you finish the question.

— You can have the sweets, I’ll ask to get them delivered for breakfast. — he covered his face with the scarf again. — For now, you should sleep. We’ll have a long day meeting my family tomorrow.

#charlotte katakuri #katakuri x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario

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heyitsperfect · 3 years ago

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Friend I’d die for - Happy Lowman

Warnings: Happy being himself, slight violence and harassment of women

Request by @pumpkin-spice-hate : Hiii! Omg I've never sent a request sorry if I'm doing it wrong, but could you please write prompt 22. with Happy Lowman? Thanks 💖 Also ur writing is amazing, it's kinda the only thing keeping me sane in these trying times.

Prompt: “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,”

You hated those late night shifts at the 24/7 diner, but they were the best paid shifts. Normally it was really quiet, only one or two lost souls who would spend their time entertaining you with some stories out of their lives. This night was somewhat special. Only one customer. Tall, muscular, bald head with a snake tattooed on it and more tattoos on his arms. He wore a leather vest, some sort of club you thought. He looked dangerous, really intimidating, but you felt safe around him. You couldn’t really describe it, hell, you’ve never met him before.

He ordered some coffee and a sandwich. It was still a miracle to you how people could drink coffee late at night. Or maybe it was already early morning for him. He wasn’t very talkative so you served him his order and went back behind the counter. After a while you went back over to him to ask if he needed something else. He declined it, stood up, threw some money on the table and left. You were curious about that man.

“Wait” he stopped before he was out of the door. “Will I ever see you again?” It was bold of you to ask, but you wanted to know more about him.

“You’ll have to find out.” A smirk was playing on his lips and then left.

The next day

It was your day off and you and your girls had planned a night full of fun. It all started with a homemade cooked dinner, followed by the first round of shots and the getting ready. After you finished your hair and makeup you got dressed in some sexy outfits and had the second round of shots to get some confidence in you. A taxi drove you to the bar your friend suggested. She was invited by the Prince of Charming. That’s how she called him.

“If you would’ve told me that this is the club we’re going to, I would’ve worn jeans and not some tiny dress paired with heels. I thought we would go dancing!” you were slightly annoyed.

“Suck it up girl. Maybe you’ll find your mystery men. Look, they wear all those leather vests.” she told you and you looked around. She’s right. Now you were wondering if you would see him again.

You were last in entering the bar. It was dark, smoke everywhere and it smelled like weed, booze and sex. You thought you wore a dress that left little to the imagination, but those girls….

Your best friend ordered some shots and some drinks, which you all drowned quickly. After that the dancefloor was yours. For the next two hours this became your routine. Drinks, shots and dancing. It was getting hot and you needed some fresh air. It was already past midnight, but thanks to the californien summer, it was still warm outside.

You sat down at the table to give your feet some rest and have some time to take a breath. A man approached you and came to a halt too close for your linking.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” he lifted his hand to touch your cheek but you slapped it away. This guy was disgusting. “Oh playing hard to get? I can sweet talk you if it’s what you want?”

“I want you to leave me alone.” You said in a not so friendly tone and tried to get up to go back inside. He grabbed your arm, hard enough to leave a mark, when all of a sudden the creepy guy was yanked away from you. With a punch straight to his face he stumbled back inside the bar and left.

Your hero turned around and to your surprise it is your mystery man from the diner yesterday.

“You okay?” he asked you.

“Yeah, thank you…” you looked at him with a questioning look.

“Happy.”

“Happy? You don’t look like a Happy. My name's Y/N.” a slight chuckle escaped you.

“No problem. If anybody tries to harass you again come to me and I’ll take care of him.” he bluntly told you.

“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure I can protect myself.” you told him, a bit annoyed of his behaviour.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be alone outside. There are some bad men walking around.” he was walking away from you.

“Excuse you?! Is that some Rambo bullshit? You only met me yesterday. You can’t just come to me and play my hero and pretend I’ll call you everytime I’m in trouble.” you said a bit aggressively. He turned around and stood directly in front of you.

“Yes, and I would die for you. Next question?” You couldn’t believe him. He was annoying you and at the same time you wanted to know more about him and damn, he was turning you on.

“Will you take me on a date some time?” The question even surprised you. Blame it on the shots.

“Thought you would never ask.” he stated. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“What if I have to work?” you asked. It was the weekend and it rarely occurs that you were working on the weekends.

“You don’t. I checked it out over the last weeks.” he turned around again and made his way inside. You were swift to follow.

“Oh, so you’re not only a part time Rambo but Sherlock Holmes too. What comes next? Hannibal every second Thursday?” you asked him laughing.

“Oh little girl, just wait and you’ll see.” he threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. The rest of the night you two spent laughing and drinking and getting to know each other.

#happy lowman #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman masterlist #happy lowman imagine #sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #heyitsperfectwrites

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nightowlfandom · 3 years ago

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Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me

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...

You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.

Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more.

He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.

You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.

“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.

Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”

“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”

“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready or did they send you here to waste our time?”

“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people.

“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”

“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”

“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”

“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”

“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.

“You have my word.”

“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.

Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”

“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.

“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”

“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.

“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course.

“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.

“My apologies sir!”

“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”

“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”

“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.

“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.

“Yes sir!”

Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”

“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.

“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”

She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”

“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust

“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.

“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”

“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”

“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”

You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting his time or energy on this woman. You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”

“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.

“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”

“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”

“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman.

“EXCUSE ME?!?”

“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.

“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.

“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.

“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”

Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.

The girl had went completely quiet now.

“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”

Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.

You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”

“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”

“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.

“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”

“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”

“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss.

...

As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck.

“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.

“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.

“Yes sir!!”

Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.

He had tore a rip up your dress.

“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.

“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”

“In the car-"

“When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”

... (The Hotel)

He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.

“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”

“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.

“Hm...my hands?”

“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.

“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”

He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.

“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.

“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?”

“This is mine.” he mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”

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