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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 4 years ago

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Those Linked by Destiny (1)

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Natasha are on a mission to once again defeat Hydra who this time had opened a time portal that unleashed monsters and beasts that were extinct for centuries for good reason. On the way, they try to recruit the only remaining person who had any knowledge on how to defeat these creatures. Her kind also almost extinct. A Witcher.

Fandoms: Avengers, The Witcher

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Witcher!OFC (Female)

Warnings: Angst (coz this is me), Dry Dark Humour, Violence, Gore, Lots of Blood, Burning Sarcasm, Lots of Cussing

A/N: Hello, beautiful creatures! I’m back with a new hurricane of a crossover. This continues on from my completed series There’s More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (AvengersxSupernatural) but this can be read by itself. I made this an OFC instead of an xReader since I needed to be specific with how the Witcher character looked. I hope you enjoy and I welcome all kinds of feedback.

No permission is granted to repost my work. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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1: Returning a Favor

The sun was preparing to set when Sam, Bucky, and Natasha reached the small sleepy town. Their clothes were starting to scratch and bite at their skin from the sweat and grime of trying to make it to their destination on foot. They had been taking back roads and keeping to thick forests to keep hidden from Hydra and the monsters they had unleashed. It hasn't always gone smoothly for them.

The Avengers and Team Free Will had split up to tackle three major missions; hunting down every remaining grace powered monster created by the Archangel Michael, re-establishing the Avengers initiative and operations, and this new unfamiliar threat. They had discovered that Hydra was back and had opened a portal that unleashed creatures that were wholly unknown to even the Hunters.

The trio was tasked with gathering as much intel as they could and searching for a friend of Natasha and the Nephilim who they said was the only person who could help them. It had taken them eight months to track down someone who was practically a ghost.

They were all on edge and nearly losing hope, but finally they got a lead on an exact location. It took nearly two weeks to reach the town after a particularly nasty encounter with a cluster of monsters. They were outnumbered and had no knowledge about the enemy to even properly fight. They barely made it out alive.

Sam sat on the forest floor with his back to the trunk of a tree clutching his open abdomen. He was bleeding on the grass and the first aid they had been continuously applying on him was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. They needed to get him patched up properly. Bucky switched his legs to lean more on his left as he crouched behind thick shrubbery beside Natasha. Judging by the sharp pain from his other leg, he was sure it was broken. The female assassin wasn't any better off having taken multiple large slashing wounds to her back.

Bucky suggested that they go back to Avengers headquarters. It was Natasha though that insisted this is where they needed to go. They needed to lie low, heal, regroup, and find backup, but they were running out of time. The more time Hydra was left alone, the worse it was going to get. Bucky was skeptical, especially with Sam clinging on to his life, but he knew that Natasha was in fact right.

In front of them was a medium sized log cabin tucked away in the forest with a garden and a small greenhouse out back. Bucky's enhanced senses could pick up common vegetables and herbs like tomatoes, carrots, and basil, but he also caught whiffs of plants that smelled like exotic flowers of some sort. The house was still fairly close to town with only a 45-minute drive but it was miles away to the next house.

The serene silence of the isolated area was disrupted by peels of laughter from a group of children that were running around the garden. Their hands and clothes were stained with either paint or dirt. Some more gleeful that they had both. Bucky frowned.

Were they supposed to seek shelter in a daycare?

The children would surely be scarred for life if they saw the Falcon bleeding out nevermind who his two companions were. His worry for his friend’s wellbeing clouded the Sergeant’s capability to grasp why this was where they needed to be.

The slow crunch of tires on the dirt road followed by two soft beeps disrupted Bucky's tired brooding. A mini bus parked beside a weathered brown truck in the driveway. A woman came out the back door clutching a child, that was practically a baby with how small it was, securely to her chest. Bucky couldn't see her face, only her slender figure and the wavy hair that fell down her back in a mess of random pastel colors that seemed to be popular with the youth these days. Her short yellow sun dress flowed with each movement she made.

Bucky's doubts at Natasha's plan grew. How could this hipster possibly help them? The low groan of pain from behind reminded him that they had no choice at this point. They were here now and Sam needed urgent medical attention. He would just have to trust Natasha a bit more.

He watched as she instructed the children to put away their art materials and wash up. He watched as she hugged or petted each beaming child as they boarded the mini bus. He watched as she carefully strapped in the baby in his designated seat while exchanging conversation with the middle aged driver who smiled warmly at her. He still couldn't see her face, but he could hear her laugh at something the driver said. After a final wave the bus full of energetic children started to pull out of the driveway.

Bucky's doubts continued to gnaw at him, but now for a different reason. This woman seemed so kind and carefree. Must they really disturb her peaceful life for their chaos? He turned then to voice his worries to Natasha, but before he could get a word out he felt an unbelievably strong force hit his chest and propel him backwards. He was forcefully pinned to a tree with the air knocked clear out of his lungs.

His first instinct was to fight back, but opening his eyes after the attack he froze when he met with the most peculiar yet mesmerizing pair. Round almond shaped and framed with thick heavy lashes were eyes the color of bright molten gold with irises in dark slits like that of a cat's. He would swear they were contacts if he didn't notice how they stretched and dilated as they retained their murderous gaze on him. Her hair fell like a cloud around her face softening her sharp bone structure and the snarl on her gloss covered lips.

So enthralled was Bucky at her unique features, that it took him an embarrassingly long time to register the double bladed axe she held easily with one hand outstretched flush against the skin of his throat. One small flick of her wrist and Bucky would be bleeding to his death in minutes.

"Why have you brought him here, Natasha?" she said, her voice even and low. Bucky noticed a European accent but he couldn't quite place which particular area.

"You know me?" Bucky met her unfaltering glare with his own.

"Everyone knows you, Winter Soldier," she sneered. "Everyone knows all of you."

Bucky scowled at the name. He didn't appreciate the tone she had when she said it. There was an obvious disdain and anger in her tone that he wasn't sure was warranted.

"Easy, Prima. We need your help," Natasha tried to coax her but she did not advance in case she gets provoked.

"And if I refuse?"

"Well then I'm cashing in that favor."

There was a long tense silence before his throat was reluctantly freed. He rubbed the shallow angry line it had left. The woman with cat-like eyes sighed as she swung the large weapon to hook over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. She rolled her eyes before she turned and gestured for you all to follow.

Bucky noted how Natasha's shoulders sagged in relief. She was worried that her contact might decline. They each took one of Sam's sides and practically hauled his barely conscious form to the cabin. They followed the woman into her home, the receding skyline bouncing light and shadow on her figure. It wasn't even ten minutes ago that Bucky was hesitant to disrupt this woman's very normal life, but normal people don't just carry battle axes let alone have the skill to wield it.

"Natasha," he whispered. "What exactly is she?"

Natasha had told them a little about Witchers in between dashing from town to town, but it amused Prima that Bucky was still thoroughly surprised when they actually met her. Clearly she didn't go into the specifics.

He could hear the smirk in her tone despite still having her back to them. She had heard his hushed question despite walking far ahead of them and decided to answer.

"Perhaps we can discuss my nature when your friend is no longer seeping Water Hag poison from his wounds."

"So that's what that thing was. How do you know it's Water Hag poison?" Natasha grunted under Sam's weight.

"I can smell it and that's the only reason I'm granting you this favor."

Prima rushed inside her home ahead of her guests, going quickly to the kitchen to pull out a large tarpaulin from under the sink. She was definitely going to help them but that didn't mean she was going to damn well leave an Avenger to bleed all over her precious furniture.

She opened the chest that doubled as a coffee table and pulled out thick worn blankets. She was already laying these out on the floor by the fireplace by the time the rest of them came through the front door.

Bucky surveyed the room as he entered. It was a force of habit to commit every detail to memory when entering a new environment. Normally it could mean life or death, but in this instance it was pure curiosity with a healthy mix of suspicion.

From the outside, the cabin had looked a decent size but from the inside it looked much bigger. He thought that perhaps it was too much space for someone he presumed was living alone.

The house was a mixture of modern and rustic decorated in wood, metal, and splashes of vibrant color here and there. A gray short hair cat perked up in attention from its bedding as they entered. The main floor was open with no walls dividing areas and a set of stairs led to a spacious loft that again had no partitions. Large windows lined the walls providing an almost 360 degree view to the outside. It was almost like being in a glass box, but he knew for a fact that those windows were heavily tinted outside providing the utmost privacy. The state of the home told Bucky a lot about its owner.

"Lay him down here," Prima said pointing to the makeshift cot. "It's best he is by the fire. We need to keep him warm."

Natasha and Bucky gently laid down their friend as instructed. Sam groaned as the material pressed on his injuries and Natasha made quick work of cutting him out of his ruined tactical gear with her knife. His body relaxed the slightest bit after being freed but this also meant that his wounds opened again to spill more of his blood on the tarpaulin.

"It's worse than I thought," Prima murmured. "Take this and apply pressure to the worst of it. I must prepare a few things."

Natasha nodded as she took the towels from her. She rushed through the back door and from its opening, Bucky could see that she went straight into her greenhouse. She was back within minutes carrying a small woven tray filled with plants he couldn't even begin to identify. The cat followed closely on her heels, the small bell on its neck ringing softly.

She headed straight for the other end of the room to what he initially thought was a library and craft area. Looking at it closely now he could see not only books but a wide array of jars, bottles, and small boxes. She grabbed two containers from the shelves and dropped its contents into a wooden bowl. She began mashing and mixing them together quickly before pouring the strange yellowish liquid into glass vials. She grabbed a few more bottles from the shelves before making her way to kneel by Sam's head.

"Help me sit him up. He needs to drink this."

"I'm not sure about this, Nat," came Bucky's worried tone as he eyed their host with narrowed eyes.

"Bucky!" Nat warned. They didn't have time for this.

"What the hell is even in that?"

"Sergeant Barnes, would you like me to educate you on the finer points of alchemy before or after we save your dying friend?" Prima argued, her jaw clenching. "Clock is ticking, Sergeant. The choice may well be taken from you soon."

Bucky's teeth gritted together as his whole body tensed with the decision. His brow was in knots, but ultimately he knew there was only one decision to make. He cursed under his breath but moved to heave Sam into a sitting position.

Prima uncorked one of the bottles and tipped it over Sam's lips carefully making sure that he took every drop. His face scrunched at the taste but his eyes remained closed, too exhausted to open them. His breathing started to speed up until they were shallow huffs and his temperature steadily rose.

"What the hell's happening to him?" Bucky fumed but Prima held out her hand to halt him as she carefully watched Sam's reactions with her strange cat eyes that were now narrowed into slits.

The air in the room was thick with tension and the only sounds were that of Sam's heavy breathing that was rapidly growing more laborious. When it seemed like he was at the height of his torment, Prima acted fast and shoved a second vial of clear liquid to his lips. He almost choked on the liquid but by some grace of the gods he managed to swallow it all.

After the last drop had gone down his throat, his eyes shot wide open before fluttering close as he dropped unconscious against the pillows. Bucky panicked when he couldn't hear his heartbeat and was about to lash out at Prima again when suddenly a faint thump that was fighting to get steadier met his ears in a manner that was uniquely stubborn like Sam.

Prima took a hand to feel his sweaty face and was relieved to find that his temperature was dropping closer to normal. They were past the worst of it now and she was grateful he took well to the potions. It was a gamble. Humans were not meant to take in Witcher brews. She could have just as easily killed him.

"He should be fine by morning. We must allow the potions do the work for now. I'll keep watch in case he needs another dose."

She grabbed one of the other bottles in her stash and tossed one to Natasha who easily caught it. The assassin raised a quizzical brow at her.

"Take only a small sip, Natasha. Pour the rest of it in the bath upstairs and take a long soak. It should help close up your wounds. You are welcome to rummage through my drawers for clean clothes."

"What happens if she takes more?" Bucky asked.

"Well all her injuries and even scars from her childhood will cease to exist. Every broken bone and illness will be cured," she shrugged as she relaxed against a wall stretching out her legs in front of her. She closed her eyes to allow the tension of the last hour to ease off her body as she absentmindedly stroked the cat that had now curled up contentedly beside her.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Natasha mused before carefully taking only the small sip she recommended.

"And then you die," the Witcher chuckled allowing a sharper than usual canine to peak out from her smile.

Bucky was not amused despite Natasha chuckling at the comment before making her way up the stairs. He was understandably wary of anything chemical to be put inside his body after what Hydra had done to him. Their host seemed to somehow sense this so made no move to offer him any concoction for his injuries.

"Bathroom's through the door behind you should you fancy a shower, Sergeant. There should be clothes in the cupboards too but they might be a tad tight. I'll go into town in the morning to purchase more appropriate wear for you and your friend. First aid kit is under the sink."

Bucky gave a small nod as he silently walked to the door she gestured to. As he meticulously washed the dirt and fatigue from his body, he found his thoughts straying to their unusual host. He had realized that her accent was classic old European, with the kind of vocabulary that prim and proper upper-class citizens used. What did not make sense though was how a European socialite would have the practiced ease of wielding a battle axe. Her cat eyes alone tipped him off that she was not merely human. The more he thought about it, the more everything he knew so far contradicted with each other. He was no closer to figuring her out when he stepped out of the bathroom adjusting the shirt and jeans that clung to him.

He saw the Witcher sound asleep on the floor, her head lolled to the side and her mouth softly parted. There were a million questions he wanted to ask her, but he couldn't bring himself to disrupt her peaceful sleep. He instead made his way to crash on the sofa. Sleep came to him as soon as his head met the arm rest. He drifted off with the Witcher's eerie eyes the last on his mind and a nagging feeling that there was something about her that was strangely familiar to him.

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anxiousstark · 5 years ago

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S1 01 | The Tell

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Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2159

Warnings: Injuries, blood, swearing (always).

This chapter will be in 3rd point of view as it is the first one and introduction.

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"What?" Scott stared at his mother. His eyes were full of pain, anger, and confusion. "I don't understand anything. Are you crazy!?" The tone of his voice was gathering strength. Stiles flinched knowing that Ms. McCall had a remarkably bad temper. He couldn't believe that his friend had spoken to his mom like that. "Mom, do you understand?" His hands grasped his dark hair. "This is crazy."

Melissa McCall rubbed her forehead. "Scott, I can't stay home and argue with you right now. I have to go to work." She grabbed her coat and car keys. "We will talk tonight." She looked at Stiles. "Alone."

Stiles placed a hand on his chest as he felt wounded by Melissa's words when he saw her exit the McCall house. "Did you hear that?" He pouted. "She has known me since I was in diapers." He instantly lost his pout and threw himself on the couch, sighing. "You didn't tell me you had a sister! I can't believe you ARE my friend."

"She is not my sister." Scott sat down next to Stiles, his anger bubbling up even more than before.

"Even if you don't like it, she is your sister." He looked at his friend. "Oh my god, imagine her being just like you. It is already hard having to hear you complain. What about another McCall??" The hazel-eyed boy took gum out of his pocket, placing it inside of his mouth and chewing loudly. "So when are we going to meet her?"

"She isn't my sister, okay?" Scott got up from the couch, trying to calm himself while his fists were tightly clenched. "We just have the same stupid father who ran away and who didn't take care of any of us. We just have the same sperm donor."

The other boy chuckled. "Which makes you two siblings. You are her half-brother and she is your half-sister." He made a bubble with the gum, his eyes concentrating on it to the point where they ended up being crossed. "Who do you think is the evil one of you?" He referred to all the films he had watched where there was always an evil sibling.

"I can stay with you!" The girl answered while she tried to hide how her voice was cracking. She was terrified of what she didn't know. She was scared of the unknown. Beacon Hills was unknown to her.

The woman that was driving sighed. Her dark hair was now enhanced by grey hair. "You know you can't. Your father still has your custody." The woman didn't let the teenager answer, knowing that she would get ironic and ask why her father wasn't doing his job as a father. He never did anyway.

"So the best option out there is for me to live with strangers who are my father's other family? Tell me, Miriam. Did he leave them to be with us? Or did he leave us to be with them? Oh wait, was he changing lives every week?"

The woman sighed, parking the car on one of the streets of Beacon Hills. "Y/N, please. I was also a stranger when you came to live with me." She smiled softly. The teenager deserved better. Her mother didn't act like one and left Y/N on Miriam's doorstep when she was 8 years old. Later than everyone thought. Nobody saw Y/N's mother capable of taking care of a child for eight years. But at the same time, she didn't take care of Y/N. The young girl took care of her mother.

"I just don't understand what's the purpose of all this."

"It's for you to be with your family." Her rust-colored eyes examined the teenager. She was almost a woman, a beautiful one that had taken care of herself since day one. "Look." She grabbed her cold hands. "Your mom did terrible stuff. I did too. How did you think we met?"

"But you changed. People change." She peered out of the window for a couple of seconds. "You can't compare what you did with what Alice did." She muttered. Alice was her mom, but she didn't deserve that title. "You never abandoned me. We don't share the same blood, but you took care of me." She tried to argue back.

"But taking care of you isn't my decision anymore. You are still a minor and your father is the one deciding over you." She rubbed their hands together, trying to warm Y/N's hands. "When you are old enough, you will be able to live wherever you want. You can even contact me and I will come for you if you want me to."

Y/N got out of the car, and she slowly moved to the back, taking her suitcase out of it. Maybe if she was slow, Miriam would change her mind and let her go with her. But it didn't seem like that would happen when she found herself waving at the car. It was disappearing down the road, leaving her in a strange town with only directions to Melissa Mccall's house.

On her way to her 'new' house, she saw a video club and her love for films didn't let her walk away from it without checking it out. A bell sounded when she opened the door, her hand still clutching her suitcase. She started looking around when she saw and heard the voice of a boy. "Can somebody help me find The Notebook?" He started looking around. "Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me."

Y/N thought that was rare. There was a phone ringing, and the place was quite dim.

The boy went closer to her. "Uhm, excuse me." She looked at him again, forgetting the films she was checking out. "Do you maybe know where in this whole place can I find The Notebook?"

"Are you asking me because I'm a girl?" She chuckled, making the boy smile a little. "Because I'm more into action movies and I'm new here so I can't help you." She glanced around, finally deciding that her suitcase was safe and she didn't have to grip it so hard. "It is strange that there is no one here though." Her eyes stopped behind the boy, seeing something on the ground.

Jackson turned around and then looked back at her. Both of them stared at each other quietly, without exchanging words. They slowly walked to whatever that was.

When they got closer, Y/N could tell that what she had noticed were shoes. When they cornered one of the shelves, there was a dead body. A man was laying on the floor, his eyes wide open and a terrified expression decorating his face. His neck looked like it had been sliced, and blood was coming out of it.

"Oh my god." The boy whispered, pushing a hand out so Y/N wouldn't walk closer to the dead man. But of course, she wasn't going to do that. No fucking way.

Jackson walked backwards. Y/N who was behind him was pushed against some stairs, making them fall. The stairs hit a lamp that seemed to be in the process of being repaired, making the light of the shop go out.

"Are you okay?" Jackson asked the girl.

"I'm not sure if I can be okay after seeing a dead body." She replied, not being able to take her eyes out of the body. "Are you?"

"I don't think I can be okay after seeing a dead body." He replied similarly.

Y/N wanted to chuckle, but she was sure that it wasn't the best moment to do so. They heard a vicious noise. Turning around, at the end of the corridor there were two shiny red eyes. It seemed like those eyes were examining both of them.

Jackson was petrified, gawking at whatever that monstrosity was. Y/N grasped his arm, pushing him behind a shelf, covering his mouth with her hand. "Don't scream, please." She whispered. But she was as scared as him. Maybe even more.

Without looking back, Y/N knew that thing was running around. She concluded that it was something quite big when the shelves fell in a domino motion, trapping her and Jackson under the shelf that they used to hide. The boy was luckier because only his legs were trapped, making it a little bit easier for him to escape when he felt strong enough, while Y/N's entire half body was trapped, making her hiss in pain.

Both of them heard the beast coming closer to them, breathing hard. She felt it scratch her neck, and she couldn't contain a wail of pain. It seemed like the boy had also been scratched when she heard him breathe even harder. Are there bears in Beacon Hills?

The next thing they heard was a window crash and a couple of minutes later, sirens.

Y/N was sitting in the back of an ambulance while Jackson was next to her, an arm around his girlfriend, Lydia Martin. She had learnt their names, but she wished that it would have been in another situation.

"Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine." Jackson asked desperately. She thought that he should have more respect towards the man, but at the same time, she was also desperate to leave that place.

"I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion." The sheriff replied. Y/N took her time to look at Lydia. She looked shocked, and Y/N was confused because Lydia wasn't inside the store. Did she see something?

"What part of 'I'm fine' are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home." He got closer to the sheriff while the man answered more calmly.

Jackson began to raise his voice, and Y/N was going to tell him to shut the fuck up when she was interrupted. "Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?" She looked at the boy who had yelled but instantly, got distracted by a doctor who asked to look at her neck and take care of her wound. That was another thing she didn't understand.

Why didn't Jackson have a wound like her? She was sure that he had been scratched too.

"Starting to get it?"

A voice made Stiles jump around, seeing Derek and Scott behind him. "What the fuck! Oh gosh, I think I just peed my pants." He replied while placing his hand on his chest.

"Uh, I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why. I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Scott answered Derek while ignoring his friend. His eyes scanning everywhere, analyzing everything, and trying to understand the situation.

"No. We're predators. We don't have to be killers."

"Then why is he a killer?"

"That's what we're gonna find out." Derek hit Scott's arm, making him rub it. His pupils grew, looking over at one of the girls sitting in the back of the ambulance. "I will let you take care of her first."

Scott observed how Derek walked away and was confused by his last words. Stiles hit him in the same place where Derek had punched him before. Stiles was pointing at the girl's suitcase.

"It says McCall, on the suitcase." His friend let him know and that was when he noticed that one of the girls in the back of the ambulance he had never seen before. "I think that is your-sister-not-sister."

Scott ignored him and walked towards her, but he was stopped by Stiles’ father.

"Guys, you know you can't be here." He said, mostly looking at his son.

"Why is she here?" Scott asked while pointing at the girl.

The Sheriff sighed, deciding to give them a little information, hoping that they would feel satisfied and leave the crime scene. "She was inside. A minor concussion and a deep wound on the back of her neck."

"What type of wound?" Stiles asked. His father felt stupid for believing that his son would be satisfied with just a little information. "An animal wound?" Scott hit his ribs.

"Yes. We believe so." He looked at the girl. "She asked us if there were bears in Beacon Hills."

"Bears?" Both boys looked at each other.

"Seemed like a big beast. Jackson had said that he thought he saw claws, but she affirmed that she felt the claws on her neck." He coughed. "Now, go home." He referred to Scott. "And you, wait inside the car."

"Actually." Stiles decided to talk. "That is Scott's sister." The hazel-eyed boy decided to modify what he had said when he felt Scott's gaze on him. "Well, half-sister. You know. Same dad. Same sperm donor."

The sheriff stared at his son, not surprised by his attitude. Melissa had told him about the new McCall, so he let both boys get close to her.

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aromantic-romance-writer · 5 years ago

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Tengen Uzui x Fem! Pillar! Reader

[I Value You The Most]

How many times have this gorgeous man made me jealous and straight at the same time, I have no idea-

So I made this to let those emotions all out lmao.

Pretty much self-indlugent though :((( sorry. And Tengen isn't married to his three unbelievably hot wives here too so double sorry-

Hopefully though, you would still be able to enjoy!

Tengen almost can't believe it. There you stood, in a pillar's demon slayer uniform (nothing really changed except the buttons were gold now, but still-), your legs wrapped in bandages. He remembers that day two years ago. He saved a certain girl whose rank was Kanoe from a Lower Moon demon.

"[L/N] [Y/N]. I'll do my very best." you say with a grin. After the Pillar Meeting, Tengen comes up to you.

"Congratulations on being a pillar!" he exclaims with proud eyes. You crane your neck to look up at him, your eyes wide with surprise.

"Y-you remember me?" You ask in disbelief.

He smiles broadly with a wink. "I do."

"Really?! Someone like me?" you ask yourself, feeling giddy. "Wow..."

"You've come a long way. We may be of the same rank, but you're not of the same flamboyant level as I am."

You laugh. "It's nice to see you haven't changed one bit, Uzui-san."

That fateful day, when the Sound Hashira have saved you and finished fighting off that demon, he gave you a proud smile.

"You did a flamboyant job staying alive all this time."

And he let you decapitate the demon's head.

Ever since, you worked harder than ever. He was your inspiration these past 24 months of relentless training and experimenting, until you yourself was able to defeat a demon from the 12 Kizuki.

And here you are now. Called the Blood Pillar.

° ° °

After every Pillar Meeting, Tengen gets more and more disturbed by the sight of you.

Almost after every meeting, you would have new bandages wrapped around your legs. And that was just your legs. He's sure that there could be more under that uniform. While some of the old ones were replaced with scars. At first, he doesn't mind. He thought that you were new to your position as a pillar and have some wounds from your missions, but it's been such a long time now. Why do you always have these new wounds and scars?

Then he remembers. Blood Pillar. Now that he thinks about it, what the hell? Blood Pillar? Exactly from what Breath is that derived from? Does that explain all these new injuires you keep getting?

After the meeting, you see him march up to you, looking all serious. Honestly scared the heck out of you. Did you do something wrong? But you aren't really interacting with him lately, much to your disappointment.

"[L/N]." he crouches to your eye level, giving you an intense stare. "Are you okay?"

You blink. "H-huh? Why wouldn't I be...?"

He frowns. Oh no, is that the wrong response? He straightens up and grabs your wrist, pulling you away. You weren't able to react correctly and even say anything as you stared at his grip on your wrist. You're not sure what to feel about it, but you can feel your cheeks grow hot.

"Where are we going?"

"I just want to have a little chat."

"Oh!" you exclaim as you understood what was the deal earlier back at the Ubuyashiki Estate. You were in an empty field, sitting on the fresh grass of spring. Tengen asked all about your breath style and wounds. You were seriously admiring how confident he is to just ask that to you when he knew you weren't really close. You can't even ask Sanemi about his own scars and where he got them.

"Actually, my father was a very skilled doctor." you start as he listened to you intently. "He taught me how to handle medicines and how this certain tool should be used, and the like. After the day you saved me, I wanted to become more useful as a slayer at the same time be an unexpected enemy to the demons."

"You see, I'm a marechi. And I met a demon whose Blood Demon Art makes their own blood explode or burn. And it gave me the idea, and started to experiment on my own blood. It was a painful process, but it was worth it. After I became a pillar, I learned some tricks from Shinobu-san since I spend a lot of my time getting treated at the Butterfly Estate. I learned how to make poisons painful to scabbard but painless to humans and stocked it in the sheath of my sword. But it's really pretty useless unless my blood is mixed with the poison."

You finish. You stare up at the cloudless sky, adoring the pure blue color of it. Tengen just stares at you for a moment.

"So basically, you have to cut yourself for each form you make with your sword covered in poison..." he concludes ismn a mutter. Why would you make such a breath style? And isn't it too dangerous for your wounds to get exposed all the time or for too long? Plus, demons' favorite food is marechi. Then there's also the threat of blood loss.

This was all irritating him for some reason. He never realized how he deeply cares for you. Every time he sees you with yet again a new bandage, he can't help but feela tightness in his chest.

"[L/N]." he says, making you look at him with a hum. You were taken aback at the soft expression he gave you. "Tell me every time you have a mission."

"Why though?" you ask with a curious look.

He averts his gaze, feeling sheepish. It was a first for Tengen to feel like this. He's never shied away before. In frustration, he abrputly stands. "Just because." and he scratches his head. He walks away, leaving you alone on the field.

"U-Uzui-san...?" you wore such a dumbfounded expression. Was that an order?

° ° °

You sigh in relief. You've finally managed to go on a mission without Tengen on your tail.

These past few months, he's been 'accompanying' you on your missions and it's been annoying you lately. You don't even tell him when that you'll go on a mission. You just get surprised that he's already waiting by your house. He's also doing most of the fighting as well. He wouldn't let you draw your sword sometimes. Somehow, you were able to escape from him today.

Although in those times, you enjoy his company. He doesn't really talk much and seems like he'd rather listen to you. From stories to things Shinobu tells you, to even your problems. He was always there, listening. You've noticed that the way he smiles at you have changed. He always had that reassuring smile. A smile that would tell you "I'm here, always". It reminded you of how your father would occasionally treat your wounds after playing outside. But your father have passed, and no one else would be there for you anymore.

Until Tengen came.

Truthfully, you didn't mind being lonely for a while. Your pride as a demon slayer would allow you to sacrifice your own life to save others. You believed that you lived a contented life already. Nothing more is going to make you happy nor sad. It's okay for you to die protecting others.

Again, until Tengen came.

It's always because of him, these beliefs and thoughts keep changing. He changed you to become stronger, to feel secured and reassured around him, and that something was missing in your life. You weren't sure what it was, but you refuse to pass away without it in your life.

You stop walking. The sun was setting, shedding its final rays of light on the surface from the horizon. The wind have become eerily cold. The scent of human blood was strong, but a stronger smell was coating it. You cover your nose in reflex. What a sinister smell. Pompous and confidence was strongly flowing in this demon's blood.

A 12 Kizuki?

But this scent was more disturbing than the last two Kizukis that you faced from the last two years.

You rushed to the scene, following the scent as it grew stronger and stronger. Soon, you find a distorted white figure growing from what it seems like a vase. His back were lined with infant-like arms and was humming to himself until he felt your presence.

He turns to you, widening your eyes in horror. His face was even more distorted.

"My, I think I smell a marechi." He seems to smile, though you really can't tell. "Fufu, and a pillar?"

You unsheathe your sword and took a stance. You read the kanji on his eyes that were placed vertically on his face.

Upper Moon Five.

All you've encoutered so far were Lower Moon demons, so you expect that this battle will be tough.

"Say, would you like me to show you a piece I've recently finished?" he asks, his tone sounding conceited.

You grit your teeth. "I am not interested." you cut your arm with your blade, making sure the edge is fully coated in blood.

The demon bobs his head to the side. "Since you caught my attention, I'll ignore your rudeness just this once." he grins. "What is the point of slicing your own flesh? To provoke me?"

"You'll find out soon enough." You say before charging at him.

° ° °

Tengen was running as fast as he can, and the closer he gets, the louder he can hear your sword clanging. Although he's a shinobi, so his speed is quite enhanced, he fears that he's too late. It took him this much time to figure out where you were.

He may have realized this later than he should, but you were precious to him. You gave him a reason to be stronger - to live. He won't allow himself to be weak and die before you. You were now his top priority, then the people, then himself. If he can, he'll force you out of the demon slayer corps. Oh, but he can, he just won't. Other than your safety, your happiness was also top priority.

After all those times you've talked together, fought together, he starts to cherish every single moment he spends with you. And he can tell that, although undeservedly, it was him who drove you to be who you are today.

The Blood Pillar.

Just a few more hours, the sun will start to rise. He was finally getting close, until he hears silence. The sounds of clanging and clashing stopped. His heart was practically beating out of his chest in suspense. What happened?

You were breathing deep and hard from exhaustion. Your body was littered with wounds and blood. You've ripped off your uniform's torso, showing a blood-stained bandage wrapped around your breasts. Gashes made by the demon were slowing you down up to the point where you couldn't swing your sword anymore.

"How foolish." he starts. "Your Breath of Blood will kill you. I can just wait here as you die from blood loss, you know."

You smirk. You shouldn't be underestimated. You spent two years shaping and creating a body immune to such threats like that. You can go for another 10 hours or more, if limitations didn't exist, of course. You were only human. You may be weak for a pillar at the time, but you'll get stronger. You have to. You might lose this battle, but you refuse to die.

Win or lose, you will abstain yourself from passing out. You won't die. Not yet.

"But then the sun will rise soon, and I should have a feast. A feast fit for a fine artist such as myself."

He attacks you, you dodge barely. He was taken aback at the fact that you can still move. He keeos attacking, and you just kept dodging until you were finally worn out.

He takes notice as a sinister smile becomes visible on his features. Just when his attack was about to land a blow on you, you felt broad arms wrap around you as you were taken away.

"Didn't I tell you to always inform me of your missions?" You start to tear up. You see Tengen's irked and perturbed expression. He was able to snatch your haori and covers you with the clothing. As he was about to stand, you clutch unto him. He just smiles that reassuring smile. "I'll be back with the same flamboyance." he winks.

As he starts fighting in your stead, you watch him with anxiety bubbling in your chest. As you watch him, you found out what was missing. Even if it was just for a day, just for a few hours, what was missing in your life was Tengen. Now that he's come into your life, he can't come out. You need him. You can't die yet. You still want to spend your life with him. He doesn't have to feel the same way, as long as he's alive and well.

The demon cussed under his breath in frustration and was able to escape just before the sun's rays hit him. Tengen quickly ran to you to see if you're still breathing. Fortunately, you were alive as you gave him a smile.

"[Y/N]..." he whispers as he carries you. He starts walking. "...don't scare me like that."

All you could do was hum in response, your eyes closed and just fully giving in to his warmth.

"Don't be stubborn next time and tell me when you'll go on a mission. I can't breathe easy knowing that my girl is out there cutting herself to kill a demon."

You open your eyes in surprise. "'My girl'...?"

He smiles slightly. "Mhm. Whether you feel the same or not, you're my girl and no one else's right now. You're the most valuable to me in my life. And if someone steals you from me..."

He gives it a thought. "...he has to be way better than me in every way so I have to approve, 'kay?"

You giggle lightly and snuggled against him. You didn't need to say anything to tell him that you also feel the same way, as he can hear your heart beating solely for him.

Tengen watches your sleeping face. He felt truly blessed as something as precious as your heart was beating for him. His heart was beating for you as well.

As if blessing your new-found love, the sun's blinding rays followed both of you walking home, feeling safe and secured and valued with each other.

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littlenoona · 5 years ago

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Life’s Blood.

Summary: You produce blood cells at an increased rate when blood is lost, effectively, you cannot bleed out. This ability has served you well so far, even gaining you a rare friend, and you've made it your source of income, but it also has its downsides, one of which you've managed to avoid successfully, until now.

Warnings: Blood drinking, murder, sexual assault(no penetration), unprotected rough sex, multiple orgasms, fangs, noona, kitten and baby pet names, some jealousy.

Genre: Smut, fluff & angst.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader(F).

Word Count: 13,926.

A/N: I’ve tried to change my writing style a little bit by putting sentences together differently and transitioning into other actions more smoothly in this fic. In some areas, I still fall into old habits and I can see that, but I tried! Additionally, I didn’t mean for this to be as long as it is! I started this story around summertime of 2019, but I kinda abandoned it and only recently decided to finish it(Because I’m procrastinating “You Need Us Pt. 4”).

Masterlist.

You never really knew if you should resent and hate your “gift” or if you should appreciate and thank whatever force for it since you had turned it into your everyday job - not only could you not bleed to death but vampires would pay insane amounts of money to feed on you and you would never have to worry about being drained in an alley somewhere which, unfortunately, did happen to some people.

The pros outweighed the cons, the majority of the time anyway.

You had a certain intoxicating smell which made you easy to find for vampires and your blood was equally exhilarating for them to taste - it made you more desirable than other humans, though so far you hadn't had any bad experiences with vampires since you basically offered yourself on a silver platter to them, as long as they played by certain rules while they were in your house.

The majority of your clients were regulars, it was extremely rare that you took on new ones and the ones that you saw often, meaning once or twice a week, had grown fond of you and you'd come to know that they'd protect you at any cost. They always asked if everything was okay, if you needed anything or if anyone was giving you trouble. Truth be told, you had come to be fond of every single one of them too, sometimes not even charging them for coming to feed on you. A couple of them you had even seen outside of work for casual evenings and you always felt safe in their presence. None of them had ever overstepped the line, they were extremely gentle, polite and sweet. Maybe it was because the majority of them were thousands of years old and had come to know how to conduct themselves? Time was different for them and they preferred enjoying the play instead of diving in and ravaging their prey.

Stretching your neck you adjusted a few of the candles that were placed on the table near the window. The window was the height of the wall, and as long as the room you were in, providing you with a huge view of the city. Your apartment was a large, modern design, black and white in colour scheme, located on the 7th floor. Entering the front door it was an open plan with a fireplace, a door going into your bedroom, another to the kitchen, one to a bathroom and one to a guest bedroom. It was a lucrative area and the rent wasn't cheap but you made the money to be able to pay for it, plus some.

Adjusting the shirt of your casual attire, you prepared yourself for your next client - he always came around on Fridays and Tuesdays, even between the usual days he'd show up late at night and wake you up while you were in bed, but you didn't mind, he was a good man. Sometimes he just wanted to see you, or talk and he'd become a close friend.

You'd accidentally passed by him when you were on your way home from a friend's house years ago where he was in bad shape. You'd heard groaning from a ditch along the road you were walking on in the outskirts of your town, something people normally wouldn't do, being a young woman and all but you'd come to fear very little, knowing that you were a rarity among humans and vampires would do anything and everything to ensure you survived.

Looking down into the ditch you saw a young man, his somewhat long black hair was bloodied and stuck to his sharp features. His white shirt was ripped open and had turned crimson from the wound in his stomach, a wooden stake protruding from it. His jeans had several rips in them, exposing the majority of his trained legs and his shoes were missing.

His breathing was ragged and shallow, his body was shaking and pale, paler than usual for a vampire - you could tell what he was straight away from his exposed fangs digging into his chapped lips. He could barely open his eyes to look up at you, a faded red swirling in his iris.

Something in you pulled you to him, you'd always had a weak spot for vampires, whether that was the genetic enhancement in you or because you were a good soul, you couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. Your body acted fast, jumping into the ditch, hearing a small growl emitting from the young-looking vampire in front of you as you approached him.

“It's okay..” you hushed him, his eyes following you intensely while you assessed the situation. Your hand went down to the wooden stake in his stomach, but you weren't sure if he was going to survive you pulling it out.

You rolled your sleeves up, putting your arm under his back and your other hand pulled on his arm to lift him. Your legs swooped under him as you made him lean against your chest, and you had not a care in the world for the cold dirt embedding itself in your clothes, but a loud groan left his dried lips as you moved him.

“I'm sorry.” you panted softly from exhaustion as he was extremely heavy.

Pulling your silver bracelet off your wrist you dropped it next to you to move your wrist in front of his mouth before whispering to him, “Here. Drink.”

His lips parted and you moved your wrist closer so you could impale yourself on his fangs knowing he was too weak to break your skin himself. A hiss left you due to the pain, regardless of how many times you'd experienced it, it always hurt. Closing his eyes as your blood flowed into his mouth, what sounded like a small content growl vibrated through his chest, his head lifting to chase more of your taste.

Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, "Easy.. Easy.. I'm not going to run out of blood. Take your time.”

When he felt strong enough, he stopped drinking and pulled the stake out but you insisted he drank some more before he went on his way so he could heal properly. He made sure you got home safely and since then he's been coming round to see you at least twice a week.

The sound of the door opening and closing behind you brought you back from your memories, but you barely managed to react before his firm chest was pressed against your back and one arm wrapped around your stomach with his large hand resting on your waist, his other arm equally wrapped around you and its hand resting just under your breast on your ribcage. His fangs punctured your neck in an instant and you could feel his tongue lick across your skin causing a light gasp to escape you as the sudden movement startled you.

You could see his reflection in the window in front of you, his blood-red coloured eyes staring back at you intensely under his furrowed brows while his grip on you tightened, pulling you into his body with a small sigh released through his nose.

“Did you miss me, Jungkookah?” you smirked at him through the reflection as your hand moved up into his hair, gently scratching his scalp while the other hand moved onto his arm, your thumb caressing it.

“Mmhm..” he hummed against your skin while closing his eyes.

“It's only been a few days, love.” you smiled, leaning your head to the side and allowing him more room that he eagerly took, pressing his mouth into your neck.

Through the years of having Jungkook by your side, he had only ever fed on you. He had never tried to have sex with you despite his very obvious erections, it was a rule that you made very clear to your clients. A lot of the ones that offered themselves to vampires took feeding and sex hand in hand but you didn't want that, though some of your clients tried to bypass the rule by thinking that they were the exception, that you would give yourself to them, but you shot them down straight away, making it very clear that they only got the 1 warning, any further advances and they would never see you again, possibly not even the moons light.

Jungkook's hand moved from your ribcage, up between your breasts and up your neck to cup your cheek - you leaned into his hand with a soft smile, enjoying his loving gesture and the heat radiating off his skin - unlike a lot of vampires, he was warm because he was a pureblood, he possessed almost all of the same traits as a human, even a faint heartbeat.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want Jungkook, you did, very much so, and he could always smell your arousal which only spurred his hunger on, but he never acted on it, thinking you probably got like this with all your clients, though you didn't - it was only him.

You smiled at how he had changed over the years. He hadn’t changed physically, he was still tall, extremely muscular and well built. His hair falling perfectly straight in strands near his eyes, his skin flawless and a voice that soothed you easily. It was as if he was frozen in time - a paragon of a human, well, vampire. His demeanour, however, had changed a lot since he first visited you after you found him. You remembered how during the initial few times he fed on you he apologised profusely for being hard with his face and ears flushed so red and you couldn't help but giggle at how innocent he was. He didn't hide his lust for you anymore, but he didn't press it on you as he was happy with just being with you and tasting you, but if you offered yourself to him, he wouldn't hesitate.

Jungkook pulled his teeth from you and dragged his tongue along the puncture wounds he had left behind before planting a soft kiss to your neck, and whispering in your ear, "I always miss you, noona."

"So sweet." you smiled with a faint blush rushing across your face as Jungkook let go of you and dropped himself down on your sofa.

"Do you mind if I stay, noona?" he asked softly, his eyes following you as you walked past the sofa, "Is anyone else coming by today?"

"I'm surprised you still ask me if you can stay, Jungkookah." you laughed, "The answer is always yes and no you're the only one that comes round on these days, I specifically make sure of that."

He beamed happily at you, his big eyes showing so much affection towards you. You had no doubt that he adored you as much as you adored him. It was as if he held the whole galaxy in his eyes, and yet all you could see was your own reflection, as if you were his world.

He leaned back against the sofa and turned the TV on, pulling his legs up under him and suddenly he looked so small. His black hoodie draped over him while his same coloured jeans tightly hugged his crossed legs, and his features relaxed as he was already so lost in the moving images on the screen. You looked at him endearingly for a moment before sighing heavily as you sat down next to him. You leaned back and dragged your fingers through your hair, watching as he wasted no time lying down to place his head in your lap and get comfortable. You gently stroked his hair and smiled at the almost purr like noises he let leave his chest. His hand immediately found yours to put it back on his head any time you moved it away which only caused you to laugh and feel the urge to tease him more. It was comfortable to have Jungkook around - you didn't need to talk or even interact, simply being in the presence of each other was rewarding enough for you. You didn't feel like you needed to try with him and it was pure bliss.

You studied him while he was so unaware of your thoughts with his eyes closed to enjoy your loving pets. You'd for a long time wondered what it would be like if the roles were reversed and you were the one to bite him. What would taste like? How would your body feel during it and after? What would it mean for him and how he would react to it? You'd never had the courage to ask him.

You dragged your finger softly along his cheek and down to his jaw, following the sharp line up to his ear, swiping his soft hair behind it - he looked so peaceful, not a powerful predator like you knew he was.

Sliding your finger down to his throat you pondered his taste. Was it the same as yours? Metallic? Would it taste good? Could you, as a human, even drink it? Should you ask him if you could taste him? Satisfy your curiosity?

Jungkook opened his eyes and turned onto his back to look up at you. His eyes were already questioning yours as he placed his hand flat on your chest by your collarbones making you realise that your hearts pace had increased significantly, "What's bothering you, noona?"

You let a breathy chuckle leave you, "I can't tell if I hate or love that you can hear it and know when something's up."

He smiled slightly at you while his thumb gently caressed your skin as he waited for you to tell him, but he didn't pressure you for it, he let you take your time, though the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to chicken out.

You put your hand on his and sighed deeply while trying to magically grow a quick backbone to ask, "We've been together for a long time.."

He laughed and nodded, "Yeah?"

You realised it sounded as if you'd been in a relationship for years, but you're sure he knew what you meant so you continued, "And I trust you, a lot.."

His brows furrowed and his smile faded as he waited for what he could only assume was something bad by the way you were hesitating and speaking slowly.

"Can I, uh.." you breathed and avoided his gaze, "Can I try and taste you? Your blood?"

He sat up and studied you, but you continued to look away. The longer he stared the redder your face got and the more you wanted to look at him to see what his reaction was, but you were scared, even more so because he hadn't said anything.

"You want to.." he gulped, "Drink from me?"

You nodded softly, finally turning your head to look at him. His eyes were wide and surprised, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. He hadn't ever been asked that before, nor had anyone fed on him and he didn't think anyone ever would, let alone you.

"If you want to, but I don't think you'll like the taste." he smiled, "And there are a few things you need to know first."

"Oh?" you questioned.

"Well.." he paused, furrowing his brow, "Your senses will become much better and you'll be stronger, but it won't last long."

"That sounds amazing!" you beamed.

He chuckled softly at your enthusiasm, "You'll be bound to me."

At that, you immediately raised a questioning brow and listened as he continued, "Not like you think and it's not permanent, but it'll last until your blood has filtered mine out of your body. You'll smell and taste the same to other vampires, but they'll be able to tell that you've drunk from one."

"Okay." you smiled, "I don't mind that."

"And you'll be able to summon me." he smirked, but before you could say that he made it sound like you were going to regret doing it he mumbled almost silently, "And you'll have dreams about me.."

"What?" you breathed, trying to pretend as if you didn't already have them.

"Yeah." he shrugged, "Because you'll be bound to me you'll have dreams about me, it's just something that happens."

You nodded softly while your eyes darted everywhere in the room but his figure, but you'd pretty much already made up your mind and the things that he mentioned didn't sway your decision in any way, because it honestly didn't sound bad and it didn't seem like it would make any difference to your everyday life.

"I still want to." you turned to look at him again.

He was going to offer you his wrist to avoid putting you in a position you didn't feel comfortable with, but when you stood up and placed one knee on one side of his thigh and the other on the opposite to straddle him he looked up at you with eyes that turned hungrier and hungrier by the second as he knew what was to come. Having you on top of him like that was something he'd thought about almost every time his fangs were deep in your neck so his hands quickly and with no hesitation found place on your thighs, sliding up to your hips.

"You want my neck?" he asked with a voice that seemed so much deeper than usual.

You nodded softly, biting your bottom lip in anticipation as your eyes dropped to it and watched his Adam's apple bobble.

"Can I take my hoodie off?" he asked softly, "I don't want blood on it."

"Are you doubting my sucking abilities, Jeon Jungkook?" you teased, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout.

He couldn't help but laugh at how bad that sounded, his whole body moved while he did it which in turn also moved you and made you even more aware of how you'd positioned yourself on him without even a second thought, a slight nervousness in your stomach because of it.

"Not at all, noona." he spoke with a cocky tone, "But I'd rather be safe than sorry. It's my favourite hoodie, so if you don't mind?"

"Whatever, Jungkookah." you tutted while rolling your eyes, but you could barely keep your smile hidden.

He pulled at the hem of his hoodie, allowing it to reveal his extremely toned abs the further up he pulled it and his skin tone complimented them so gorgeously. You tried desperately not to stare as he pulled the item off completely and threw it down next to him while a burn in your cheeks you hoped he didn't notice settled when his hands found their place on your body again as they did before.

"I'll make two small holes in my neck for you, since you have no fangs and all." he chuckled, "My little human."

You hit his chest with a fist, "Don't make me use the strength I'm about to get to wreck you, Jungkookah!"

"I dare you to try." he smirked as his finger went up to his neck and he dug his nail into his skin twice, hissing at the slight pinching pain it caused.

The blood flowed slowly down his neck and you were mesmerised by it, the dark colour of the droplets and the lighter colour they left behind on his skin as it trickled down. You placed both your hands on his chest and leaned in slowly, watching as goosebumps appeared on his skin when your breath fanned across it. You stuck your tongue out and let it drag across his neck, collecting what had escaped before attaching your lips to the puncture wounds.

It was almost as if a hunger frenzy took over you, a taste so sweet and addicting spreading across your tongue, it was nothing like what you had thought, nothing like your own, but the exact opposite, everything you never knew you wanted. You desperately tried to hold onto him as if he was going to vanish in front of you, but there was no fabric to grab so you slid one of your hands to the back of his head to form a grip in his hair.

His hand slid up your back and to your neck, some of his fingers tangling in your hair while he held onto you and his grip on your thigh grew stronger. You leaned your body against his and your nails started digging into the skin of his chest while you couldn't help your legs squeezing around his hips.

"Fuck.." he breathed, leaning his head to the side to give you more access to him which you happily took, pressing your lips harder against his neck as you sucked with more force and he couldn't stop the soft moan he let out, a quick whisper following, "Sorry.."

It was the sweetest little sound you had ever heard, and you wanted to hear so much more of it, but when you repeated the action he suppressed the moan and instead released a rough sigh. He clenched his jaw tightly as you moved and pressed your body tighter to his, his hands on you almost begging you to repeat your movement while his hardened member laid heavily against your core.

"Noona.." he choked, his voice rough and breathy, "I don't have unlimited amounts like you.."

You swallowed thickly one last time before swiping your tongue across his skin, reluctantly letting go of the intoxicating taste of him. You leaned back with your eyes closed while your hands grabbed onto his bare chest, your ears peaking at the multitude of new noises you could hear that caused a small smile to appear on your lips. Not only could you hear his as well as your own heartbeat, but it was also like you could see the layout of the building in your head, and you could see what floor people were on based on the volume of their voice or footsteps.

You inhaled deeply and the aromas of the air were almost overwhelming. Your nostrils flared when Jungkook's scent reached them, so powerful, a mixture of his cologne and natural scent harmonising so perfectly that you couldn't help the shock of arousal in your lower abdomen. He smelled divine, but there was something else lingering that you couldn't quite put your finger on, your brows furrowing as you tried to figure it out, it was strangely familiar and yet not, sweet, but rough.

"What's that-" you barely managed before Jungkook interrupted you, knowing exactly what smell you were referring to.

"You." his cocky smirk evident in his voice, "Your lust."

You immediately felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, your hands coming up to cover your face and hide from him. This is what he can smell every time you become aroused? He can smell it this easily and clearly?

"Don't hide." he spoke softly, his hand grabbing your wrist to uncover you again, "I love that smell."

Opening your eyes slowly you almost forgot what he said as you looked around, it was as if everything had gained so much more detail. The tiny lines of fibres intertwining with each other on your curtain amazed you, it was so far away, yet you saw it so clearly. The dust swirling in the air around you and, despite your diligent cleaning, laying on your shelves. You looked down at Jungkook and saw the small wrinkles around his eyes caused by the smirk he portrayed as he was looking at your amazement, the dark blood colour of his eyes seemed almost glowing.

His hand let go of your neck and slid down your back, an immediate shudder running through your body as you inhaled deeply while closing your eyes. It was as if all of your muscles relaxed under his touch and mushy feelings rose in your body making you smile with half a breathy giggle.

"Is this what it feels like when I touch you?" you questioned, butterflies fluttering uncontrollably in your stomach.

"I don't know." he teased, moving his hands gently up your sides, "Describe it to me. What does it feel like when I touch you?"

"Good.." you bit your lip, sliding your hands a little up his chest.

"Yeah?" he purred.

"Mmhm.." you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his gaze, "I'm stronger now too, right?"

"You are." he answered and you felt a burst of joy pump through your chest.

"Good." you snickered, "Because there's something I've always wanted to do."

He raised a questioning brow at you, "Hm?"

You slid your hands down his chest, feeling it expand as he took a deep breath until you reached the middle of his torso and both your hands instantly went to either side of him, digging your fingers into his sides repeatedly causing him to flinch forward in laughter. His hands quickly went to find yours, but he struggled slightly to remove them from his body to end your tickle attack with your newfound strength, but he managed to grab your wrists and put them behind your back, his chest now flushed against yours and his face so close to yours you could feel his breath across your lips.

"You've always wanted to tickle me?" he breathily chuckled.

You nodded enthusiastically with a teasing smirk and your lip situated between your teeth, "But because you're so much stronger I'd have no chance."

"You barely had a chance now!" he laughed as he leaned back on the sofa again and his hands found their all too welcome home on your thighs.

"Oh, is that so?" you raised your brows with a cocky look painting your features.

"Yes, noona." he returned your playfulness and tilted his head, feeling playful as his tongue pressed against his cheek and he eyed you up and down, "Actually, I changed my mind. You had no chance."

You gasped and feigned hurt as your hand flew to your chest and you pretended to be insulted, "The audacity and disrespect you are throwing my way right now, Jeon Jungkook!"

"Full naming me now, are you?" he laughed as you removed yourself from his lap and stood up, prancing past him to the edge of the sofa and around to the back of it, behind him.

"I can't believe that I have to deal with this kind of behaviour from you." you continued overdramatically until you stood right behind him and you saw how he hung his head in disbelief of your obvious acting while sighing to himself with a huge grin.

“How dare you.” you emphasised as you leaned your head next down to his, but you had a secret agenda by getting close to him again. You moved your arms quickly, digging your fingers into his side again and he could barely get up from the sofa as he was laughing so much. The way he was desperately trying to stand up but kept falling back filled your chest with so much happiness that you couldn't contain your own giggling.

Managing to get away from your ruthless attack he stood up and looked back at you with heavy panting, a furrowed brow and cocky smile. You met his eyes with a pretend innocent look while biting your lip to contain your grin, but it was futile, you were having so much fun.

He started walking around the sofa to get to you, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek while he eyed you up and down again. You took a few steps back, but you clearly saw when the muscles of his torso tensed and you knew he was going to catch you. You turned quickly and started running, but sure enough, you didn't get far before his arms wrapped around your waist and he held you close to his body.

"I'm still so much faster than you, little human." he playfully growled in your ear, "And now it's my turn."

"No! No, no no no!" you laughed as you felt his fingers dig into your sides, tickling you just as relentlessly as you had done to him. Your legs buckled under you and had it not been for his hands on your body you would have hit the floor, but instead, he slowly lowered you down onto it, though he didn't stop his attack. Instead, as you felt the hard floor under you and you turned around to face him, he sat on your hips and continued tickling you, but you could barely see him through the tears falling from your eyes.

"Jungkookah, please! Please please please!" You begged through your laughter, your hands desperately trying to remove his from you while you squirmed under him, "I give up! I give up!"

He stilled his hands and looked down at you with the fondest smile, clearly satisfied with himself and your little playtime while you almost gasped for air. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb and gently pushed your hair out of your face before he stood up to extend his hand to you, helping you get up from the floor. You happily took it and he single-handedly with no help from your strength pulled you to your legs, but held on to you as you wobbled slightly.

Looking up at him and his soft smile, you felt a burst of love in your chest which caused you to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly. He stood for a moment, maybe feeling slightly confused about the sudden affectionate act, but followed your movement by burying his face in the crook of your neck with his arms swung around your waist to pull you close to him.

"My life would be so dull and colourless without you, Jungkookah." you whispered softly.

"Mine too, noona." he replied, "I'm so happy I have you."

You squeezed him when you heard his words and that was enough for him, you didn't need to reply, he could tell that you felt the same purely by your actions. His skin felt so warm against yours and you couldn’t help falling more in love with him every time you were together. His intoxicating scent, his kind nature, his incredible looks and his ability to make you laugh so easily, but you knew you couldn’t act on it, even if you had the courage to do so. He was a vampire, a strong pureblood at that, and you were a human, you couldn’t satisfy him in any way he needed other than your blood. You couldn’t hunt with him, you’d be too slow, you couldn’t fuck him, he’d break you, and he couldn’t introduce you to anyone, they’d hunger for you.

As if your thoughts weren’t enough, his phone suddenly ringing in his pocket sealed your fate. He pulled the device out and his eyes widened as he let go of you.

"Shit." he whispered while walking to the sofa to grab his hoodie, "I'm so sorry, noona, I have to go."

"Is everything okay?" you worriedly questioned.

"Yeah, everything's fine." he spoke as he pulled his hoodie over his head, "I completely forgot that I promised a friend to help her hunt."

Her.

Your heart dropped and your chest suddenly had a burst of ice go through it, but you tried to keep yourself composed, pursing your lips into a pretend smile, "I'm sorry I kept you."

He froze on the spot to look over at you, but you avoided his stare and wrapped your arms around yourself as you suddenly felt like all the warmth had left you.

He walked over to you and cupped your cheeks with both his hands, forcing you to look up at him, "You've got nothing to apologise for."

Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. It wasn't the first time he'd ever done that, but he definitely kept his lips pressed against you for longer than usual, as if he could tell that you needed the extra reassurance, not that he had any obligation to do so, you were just friends?

"I'll see you again soon, I promise." he smiled before he walked out the door and suddenly your world felt empty. You sighed heavily before looking over at the clock on your wall, 2 AM, it was probably time you went to bed anyway.

Waking up felt harder than usual and you didn't feel like getting out of bed. You had no clients today so you could stay in bed and wallow in your own thoughts but you knew it wouldn't serve you any good, so you threw the duvet off your body, showered and tried to do some self-care.

Sporting an extremely oversized hoodie and a pair of leggings you laid down on your sofa and flickered through the channels on your TV, occasionally picking up your phone to browse your social media sites.

No word from Jungkook but it wasn't unusual that he didn't text you between visits considering he saw you so often, he basically lived with you. The thought alone had you smiling to yourself, but you decided to get off the sofa and be productive, doing some laundry and cleaning the place, not that it really needed it, but it proved to be a much better distraction from your gloomy thoughts than the series on your TV ever could. Before long you found yourself looking out the window and into darkness, your day went by quicker than you thought even though your clock still only said 7 PM.

Wintertime with limited sunlight. Go to bed in darkness, wake up in darkness. Good for vampires, bad for humans.

You poured yourself a glass of water, but you only just managed to take a few sips before your doorbell rang and you went to press the button showing you who was outside the apartment complex.

It wasn't a familiar face. You couldn't quite make out their eyes from the angle of the camera, but judging from their dishevelled black hair, sunken face and small figure they certainly weren't a client of yours. They seemed on edge, fidgeting on the spot.

"Can I help you?" you spoke through the intercom.

"Yeah, I just need a little bit of blood." he spoke quickly and quietly.

Your heart started beating faster. He didn't seem like he would be a friendly and understanding client coming to see you, following your rules and adhering to your terms like the others.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." you tried to sound clueless, "I think you have the wrong place."

"I know I don't." he growled, "Let me in."

You stepped away from the intercom and the screen went off while you tried to push your fear away. You were safe in the building, he couldn't get in.

Sitting down on the sofa you could feel your body shaking slightly. You tried to calm yourself, but your heartbeat wouldn't slow down and you had a sense of dread clawing at you.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay." you whispered to yourself.

You picked your phone up from the table, fully intending on either calling or texting Jungkook to come by, but the sound of rapid footsteps outside your place stopped you. Your door burst open and it was barely hanging on the hinges when the same man that rang your doorbell appeared.

"How did you get in here?!" you yelled as you stood up and tried to back away, but he was quick to close the door and grab you.

"Your neighbours are very naive." he smirked as he pushed you onto the sofa again to lie on top of you and situate himself between your legs. He wasted no time digging his teeth into your neck as you screamed. His hands clawed at your clothing and he managed to rip your hoodie in half, exposing your bra.

"Stop!" you cried out, "Please!"

He didn't listen and continued to drink from you. His hands ventured down your side and this time he ripped your leggings off, leaving you almost fully exposed. He grunted against your skin, so drunk on your taste and he wanted more.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and your vision was too blurry to make anything out anymore. Your voice was straining to keep the screams going and you knew none of your neighbours would dare come to help you, knowing exactly what you did to pay the bills.

"Jungkookah.." you sobbed, and your chest tightened as soon as you uttered his name, as if a cage too small for your rapidly beating heart had collapsed around it.

You clawed, kicked and punched the vampire showing you no mercy. His hands touching you in every place you never wanted him to and that he had no right to touch.

"Get off me!" you screeched, pushing against his shoulders, but he grabbed your wrists and held them down against the furniture while his hips started grinding against you.

The tightness around your heart decreased until it disappeared completely and your door burst open again with Jungkook's figure standing in its place. His features twisted in anger and a growl you'd never heard before rumbled through the room. You barely registered his move, but you heard the scream the vampire let out as he was ripped from you and his vocals along with his life, you assumed, abruptly ended.

Sitting up you could barely contain yourself, choking on air while at the same time gasping for it as you cried and tried to cover yourself with your arms. You felt as if you couldn't cry hard enough and all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs.

Jungkook appeared in front of you. He squatted down as he extended his arms towards you, but hesitated to touch you and let them hang in the air while he studied you, "Noona.. Baby.."

You reached out and grabbed onto his hoodie to pull him close and place your forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, "I'm here, you're safe."

"Jungkookah.." you weeped.

"It's okay.." he hushed you softly, "I'm right here."

Your body shook in his arms and he squeezed you tighter while whispering soft reassurances in your ear. His smell along with his large arms around you proved to settle your panic slightly, but you were still terrified, sobbing into the fabric of his clothes.

"I'm sorry.." you choked, "I couldn't stop him.."

"Hey.. Hey.." he whispered soothingly, "Don't apologise, it wasn't your fault. You did nothing wrong.."

"I couldn't.." you cried.

"It's okay.." he spoke, his own voice seemingly choking too, "I'm so sorry.."

He gently rubbed your back, but he knew he could only do so much. He wanted to take your hurt away and he kicked himself for not being here for you, he was angry at himself and at your attacker. He'd promised himself he'd protect you from anything and everything, but he failed.

"Noona, I need to get rid of the body before it's smell attracts anyone." he whispered as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, "Are you going to be okay? I promise I won't be long."

You sniffled quietly, "Yeah, yeah I'll be okay."

"That's my girl." he tried cheerfully, "I'll carry to your bed, okay?"

"Okay." you shakily breathed.

He scooped you up into his arms, letting you lean into his neck and angling you in a way that ensured you wouldn't see the state the young vampire was in or how he'd killed him as he carried you into your bedroom and gently put you down onto your bed. He grabbed your duvet and wrapped it around your tattered clothes and exposed skin before he cupped your cheeks with his hands so his thumbs could wipe away your tears.

"I'll be as quick as I can." he spoke as he looked into your eyes, as if begging for you to believe him, trust him, and not fear him because of what he was and what one of his kind did to you.

You just managed to nod before he was gone from your sight and the shuffling noises he made in your living room quieted down to nothing, leaving you alone. Truthfully, you would have begged him to stay, but you didn't want the smell of a dead vampire to attract more of them, let alone if they had equally lost control of themselves.

Sighing to yourself, your hands ran across your skin where bruises would probably form due to the strength of the vampire and his disgusting touch. You wanted a scorching shower to burn his presence from your body, but you were too scared to move until Jungkook came back. You cursed your blood, your "gift" and you didn't dare think what would have happened if Jungkook hadn't shown up.

The door to your place closed and your eyes snapped towards your bedroom door, your heart beginning to pound again as you stood up on your knees and your body tensed, your fight or flight response kicking in, but when Jungkook turned the corner of the doorframe, you instantly relaxed again.

"Jungkookah.." you meekly voiced, your eyes tearing up again as soon as you saw his face.

He quickly stepped towards you and squatted down by your bedside, taking your hands in his, "What can I do, noona? Do you need anything?"

You stared into his blood-red coloured eyes and for a moment you were lost. How could some with those eyes be so sweet, so caring and affectionate, but others be so cruel, violent and vile?

"A shower.." you mumbled, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

"Of course." he smiled, standing up to walk you to your bathroom.

He followed closely behind you until you reached the door where he stopped, obviously wanting to give you privacy while you washed and was exposed.

"Would you.." you turned around to look at him, "Would you mind sitting in here while I shower?"

Your shower cubicle was made of frosted glass, so he wouldn't be able to see you, only a pixilated version of your outline, which is why you had no problem asking and he has no issue accepting.

"Sure, if you're okay with it." he spoke softly as he moved over to sit down on the lid of the toilet, smiling sweetly at you.

Sighing heavily you stepped close to the shower and into it, undressing inside before chucking your clothes out and turning on the water to let it heat up. You stuck your hand under it until you felt it was sufficiently warm and then your whole body, but you increased the temperature more and more until your skin was a fiery red. You scrubbed your favourite body wash onto you to remove any scent the vampire had left on you and regain your own.

Turning to let the water hit your back you could see Jungkook's outline, his body was faced towards the door and away from you. He looked stiff, maybe a little on edge, maybe you'd made him uncomfortable by asking him to join you in here?

Little did you know he was desperately trying not to see even the outline of you naked, the thought alone of something he'd wanted to see for so long, so close, but not under these circumstances, not like this.

You finished your shower quickly so he wouldn't be uncomfortable for too long. Opening the door to the shower cubicle to grab your towel and dry yourself. You wrapped it around you and stepped out, meeting Jungkook's kind smile. He stood up and walked to you, his hand coming up to your cheek and his thumb gently swiped across your it, wiping some of your smudged makeup away.

You probably looked horrible and you felt so shy you had to look away from him, but you didn't move away from his hand, instead, you leaned into it.

"Let's get you cleaned up, noona." he whispered.

You nodded and walked past him towards your bedroom, while he followed behind, his soft footsteps made you feel safe, knowing he was so close. He stopped by your door, turned to you and took his hoodie off, revealing the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath.

"Do you want to wear this?" he asked.

"Please." you smiled, taking it immediately to press it to your body, already able to smell him on it.

You walked into your bedroom and over to your wardrobe, ridding yourself of the towel before putting on some underwear and sweatpants, finalising it by dragging his hoodie over your head.

"I'm dressed." you whispered, but you knew he was able to hear you and he walked into the room behind you.

You let out a long breath as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on your wall. Makeup was smudged around your eyes, down your cheeks, your hair knotted and wet.

"Come here." Jungkook spoke as he put his hand in yours and pulled you towards your desk of skin products, makeup and hair products. He motioned for you to sit down and he grabbed some wipes before he squatted down in front of you to wipe the smudged blackness on your face away.

He took great care to be gentle and you couldn't help but laugh a little since it was such an opposite of how you did it, which was usually just mashing the wipe against your face and dragging it around until everything was gone.

"Why are you laughing?" he giggled.

"It's nothing, Junkookah." you smiled, "You're just being really sweet."

"I'm always sweet." he scoffed.

"Yeah, you are." you agreed as he finished and threw the wipe in the bin next to the desk.

He stood up, grabbed your hairbrush and walked behind you. Creating a parting in your hair where it usually was, he then began to take small sections of it and brush through it, apologising every time he hit a knot that would take a bit of pulling to get out, again such an opposite as he didn't know that you had built a resistance to it from when you were younger and your mother was much harsher.

It felt nice being pampered, and you could certainly get used to it. The way his fingers ran through your hair gave you chills and when his nails scratched your scalp you swear you could moan it was so good.

He moved to your front and put the brush down, putting a finger under your chin to make you look up at him as he spoke, "Beautiful as always."

You smiled.

"Do you want anything? Food? A drink?" he questioned.

"No." you shook your head, "Can we just sit and watch some movies?"

"Of course." he nodded before he turned around and knelt down, "Hop on."

"A piggyback ride?" you questioned with a giggle, "Oh Jungkookah, you're really treating me today."

"I know, I'm just the best." he smirked cockily, "I know you love them."

"Only because I know you're strong enough to hold me." you voiced as you put your leg on his side and jumped on, his hands grabbing your thighs while you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in it.

"You're light as a feather." he smiled, "Anyone could hold you."

He carried you into the living room and gently placed you down on the sofa before dropping himself next to you with the remote and the telltale sound of Netflix already echoing through the room.

You shivered and felt a little cold despite being sat like a small ball with your legs inside your hoodie. Jungkook took instant notice of this and turned to look at you.

"Do you want me to go get your duvet?" he asked.

"No, it's okay." you smiled, "Can I cuddle up to you though?"

"Sure, but I'm not sure how that's going to help." he laughed.

You moved close to him and he wrapped his arm around you, his hand settling on your waist while you snuggled into the crevice of his neck and rested your hand on his chest, "Because you're warm, Jungkookah."

"I am?" he questioned with a surprised voice.

"Yes?" you giggled, "Are you not supposed to be?"

"Am I the only vampire that feels warm to you?" he asked, ignoring your question.

"Yeah." you sighed contently into his skin, feeling sleep creeping up on you now that you felt almost strangely at peace, "But you're the only pureblood that I've ever met."

"Oh." he spoke, barely audible, "Can you feel a heartbeat in my chest too?"

"Mmhm.." you hummed, "Why do you think I always have my hand on your chest?"

"I figured it was just comfortable." he shrugged.

"You're speaking about it as if you had no idea about any of it, Jungkookah." you chuckled softly, squeezing yourself closer to him to absorb his warmth.

He simply hummed a small laugh, but didn't explain why he seemed so surprised about your statements. It was normal for purebloods to be warm, wasn't it? To have a faint heartbeat? That's what you'd always assumed since no one had told you otherwise and you didn't exactly have anyone that could teach you all of this stuff since you were quite a unique human, probably as rare as a pureblood. You'd never figured to ask Jungkook about it since you knew there were differences in purebloods and vampires that are turned, such as strength and senses, you thought this was just another one of them.

It felt as if time slipped past you so quickly while your head spun several questions and daydreamed scenarios that you knew would never happen. It took you slightly by surprise when Jungkook’s hand cupped your cheek, “It’s late, noona. Do you want me to carry you to bed?”

The thought of being away from him made you panic and all of the peace you felt was ripped from you as you quickly moved your head from its resting place to look up at him. Your eyes were wide and begging while you spoke urgently, your hand gripping onto his t-shirt, “No, no, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

His hand moved from your cheek and onto yours on his chest. His thumb gently caressed your skin in an attempt to soothe you while his crimson eyes assured you, “I’m not going to leave. I’m staying here.”

“Promise?” your voice almost shook.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, “I promise you, I will be here.”

“Okay.” you breathed, “But you don’t have to carry me, I’m awake now anyway.”

“Sorry.” he whispered against your skin, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s okay.” you smiled while you pulled away as you stood up and looked down at him. You argued with yourself whether or not you should press a kiss to his cheek, but ultimately your more courageous side won and you leaned forward to press your lips against the very corner of his mouth, bordering more on his cheek. You could feel his lips curve into a soft smile while he leaned into your kiss and his hand quickly found yours to intertwine your fingers as you placed your other hand on his chest to steady yourself, enabling you to feel his heart pound just as fast as yours.

“Goodnight, Jungkookah.” you whispered when you pulled away slowly, a victorious smirk on your features as you saw how stunned, but happy he was by your loving action while you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You closed the door before you walked over to the sink with a long sigh expelling from your lungs and your eyes peered up at your own reflection. That was the closest your lips had ever gotten to his and it exhilarated you so much. You stood for a moment while you were almost too dazed, you couldn’t help but to press the pads of your fingers to where you’d felt him, your heart threatening to beat out through your chest.

Shaking your elation, you brushed your teeth quickly before walking to your bedroom. You left the door slightly open so the sound of what Jungkook was watching and the light of the room would help you relax. You removed your sweatpants and his hoodie to instead wear an oversized t-shirt, but you dropped his hoodie down onto the pillow next to yours so you could still smell him.

Hiding under the warmth of your duvet you grabbed your phone and let curiosity get the better of you as you opened Google and typed what you wanted to know.

"Why would a vampire be warm?"

The first hit seemed to be a blog run by a vampire that provided information to humans who were curious about the ins and outs of their society and abilities, but it caught your eye that they'd answered exactly what you wanted to know so you opened the post and read on.

"Purebloods and their halves.

Unlike humans and vampires that are turned, purebloods have a predestined other half that will complete them. Purebloods do not get to choose who they fall for like others. Some purebloods do not like this, as it makes them feel like they are not in control, but they cannot fight their need to be with their other half.

It is rare that this other half is not another pureblood, but it does happen. If two purebloods find their halves in each other, they will know immediately, but if one finds their other half in a human, it's harder to tell, even for the pureblood, and it's impossible for the human unless they know the signs.

Telltale signs of you, a human, being the half of a pureblood are things you will never see in another vampire.

Their bodies will be warm to the touch."

You gulped, check.

"They will have a faint heartbeat, though this isn't their own, it is an echo of yours resonating in them. It will always be pounding in the same rhythm as your own."

Jungkook had a heartbeat, but you'd never noticed if it was beating the same as yours. Would you be the only one that could hear it, if that was the case?

"You will feel like all is right in the world, even if it isn't, even if you knew that you were going to perish within minutes, if they are by your side, you will feel at peace."

No wonder you'd been so calm after what happened earlier today. You'd tried not to think about it, worrying that something was wrong with you because you weren't as affected as you think you should have been, when all along Jungkook was the reason you were composed.

"Their blood will taste good. Addictingly good. You can be certain that you are their half if their blood tastes heavenly to you, any other will taste vile."

That's where you stopped reading. You didn't need any more confirmation. You were Jungkook's other half, but what did this mean for you? Did he know? If he did, then why hadn't he said anything? He knew the signs, didn't he? You'd confirmed all of them to him.

You put your phone down and your room went dark. You laid quietly, the only noise in and light in your room was that which was coming through your cracked open door. Is Jungkook a pureblood that doesn’t like not being in control of who their other half is? Is that why he hadn’t said anything?

Questions swirled in your head and you had more of them than answers. You weren’t going to confront him about it, in case he didn’t want you to be his half, in case you’d lose him if you did it. You didn’t want him to disappear, and it didn’t mean that you couldn’t find someone else, right?

Sighing heavily you turned into your side and wrapped yourself into your duvet. It was going to be okay, nothing had to change. He was still here, still yours, still his loving self.

You opened your eyes to Jungkook lying behind you with his body pressed against your back. His arm was around you so his hand could lay heavily on your stomach and his fingers were spread out against your skin. His face was already buried in the crevice of your neck to swipe his tongue against your skin and place hungry kisses.

"Jungkookah.." you moaned softly.

"Mmm.." he hummed, "Your moans are so cute."

He snuck his other arm under your head so his hand could reach your breast. He softly swiped his palm across one of your hardened nipples and you couldn't help the way your body writhed against him with a soft sigh being expelled from your lungs.

His hand on your stomach moved down and grabbed onto your thigh to open your legs for him. He guided it back and let it rest against his hip while he pressed his solid member against your ass. His hand slid back to your core where he let his fingers dance ever so lightly across your folds on the outside of your underwear, and relished in the whimper you let go of.

His hand moved from your heat and up your body taking the hem of your shirt with it so his other hand could pinch your bare nipples gently, but he quickly moved the hand back down again and slid it under the edge of your underwear so his fingers could finally feel your wetness.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." he growled against your neck while he pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, "Such a good little pet."

"J-Jungkookah.." you moaned, leaning your head back and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in a kiss.

You whined into his lips when he started circling your clit softly and your hands grabbed at the sheets below you, unable to keep your hips still as he touched you so expertly.

"Noona.." you heard his voice, but it sounded faint and he couldn't have said it since your lips were pressed together. You felt a soft touch on your cheek, but both his hands were elsewhere on your body.

"Hey.. Noona.." you heard again and this time you woke up to Jungkook hovering above you. His knuckles were pressed gently against your cheek while his other hand was next to your head and his arm was fully stretched as he supported himself. You looked around repeatedly and he could tell you were confused about where you were.

"Sorry, you were.." he paused to decide on his words, "Calling for me."

You knew damn well you were moaning his name and he'd heard you do it, maybe even seen it.

"Sorry, Jungkookah.." you whispered with embarrassment while averting your gaze from his, "I was dreaming."

"Was it.." he hesitated, "A good dream?"

You looked up at him and the soft outline of the light coming through your door made him look even more ethereal than usual, if that was a possibility, but you nodded in confirmation nonetheless.

"I'm glad." he said softly as he moved his hand and his thumb caressed your skin instead.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed his loving gesture, but as your eyes fluttered shut you became all too aware of the fact that his torso was bare and his sweatpants left little to the imagination. There was a very clear outline of his member lying against his thigh - his hard member.

"I'll let you go back to sleep." he whispered as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, but when he moved away you grabbed a hold of his hand and he turned with questioning eyes.

A need in your body made you move, a throb in your core from your dream only sinking deeper in you from the years of lust you'd felt for him. Despite the nervousness shaking through you and your heart pounding behind your ribs, you knew you had to do this - you had to have him.

You pulled him down to hover above you again while you pushed the duvet off of you. He looked down your body slowly before flickering his eyes back up to meet yours and let you guide him onto the bed with you, positioning himself in between your legs as you dragged the duvet back on top of both of you.

He leaned on his elbows that were placed on either side of your head, effectively encasing you below him while his hand tenderly stroked your hair. Your palms slid up his back to his shoulder blades to hold onto him and keep him close to you while you pressed your forehead against his.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his breath tickling your lips because of how close he was.

"It's perfect." you smiled.

Resting your head back down on the pillow you noticed his lips were slightly parted and his fangs were shining in the dimmed light. Despite having him by your side for so many years and being so close to him so often, you had never touched his fangs or even had a proper look at them, but you were curious.

You moved one of your hands from his back and hesitantly placed it against his cheek to let your thumb graze across his bottom lip. When he didn't move away from your touch you gently pulled his lip down so your thumb could slide onto his fang and you could finally gain a proper look at it. It was incredibly sharp and you were worried if you even tried to touch the tip of it, it would pierce your skin like it was nothing and you would bleed.

Raising your eyes they met his, and you assumed he'd been studying you the entire time. The dark crimson colour of his eyes had always been a fascination of yours, they were almost hypnotising and you could barely look away when he'd catch your gaze.

Your chests pressed together made you aware of how heavy his breathing was, almost as heavy as yours. His stare had changed from his usual tender and cute look, to a predator that was fighting to stay in control of his actions. His eyes were piercing below a furrowed brow with lips that were itching to find yours, ears peaked to hear all your whimpers and hips begging to thrust.

Licking your lips you noticed his eyes dart down to them to see your movement and he eagerly mimicked the action. You lifted your head slightly and leaned closer to him, but you stopped not far from his mouth to ensure he was okay with what you were doing. He didn't hesitate in closing the gap between you by pressing his soft lips to yours, giving in to the hunger you'd both been feeling.

You both took a deep breath as soon as the kiss initiated, as if you'd both been underwater for a prolonged amount of time, deprived of oxygen and you finally reached the surface. His fingers dug into the sheet next to your head and he collected the fabric in his fist while your nails delved into the skin of his back, and you let a small moan go.

Moving your heads opposite each other, your lips never strayed far from his. Your hand moved from his cheek and into his hair to grip it while his moved from your hair to your cheek. Your core needed friction and the desperation to be soothed by him was unrelenting. Lifting your hips up against him you felt his firm member brush against your clit and a shock of pleasure rushed through you causing you to mewl into his lips and grab onto him.

He adored the sound you made and, now knowing that you wanted it, he pressed his member harshly against you again, but you broke the kiss this time, his movement feeling so much better than your own when a shudder went through your body. He looked down at you with a smirk painted across his lips as you opened your eyes and flickered them up to his.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. He was almost worried he'd done something wrong until your hands slid down your body to the hem of your shirt, and you pulled it up over your head to expose your bare torso. He looked slowly down your body with a sharp inhale as you dropped the item on the floor and let him memorise you. His hand slid slowly from your cheek down your neck and to your breast so his finger could swipe across your nipple. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin as you exhaled and lifted your chest, whimpered for more, yearning for him.

Your sounds broke the spell your body had seemingly put on him when he looked up at your flustered face and quickly pushed his lips to yours again while his hand possessively held on to you and trailed down to your thigh where he lifted your leg to his hip and pushed against you.

You couldn't get enough of him. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back and he arched it into your action, adoring the marks you left on him. His hand on your thigh moved up to your ass where he grabbed it and held on before sneaking his index finger under the edge of your panties, but it was quickly followed by the others as he slowly pulled it down.

“Rip them off.” you moaned between kisses.

“Are you sure?” he breathed, his grip already tight on the fabric and ready to pull.

“Mhm..” you hummed while pulling him closer by his hair and opening your mouth for his tongue to find yours.

He almost didn’t wait for you to confirm before your underwear tightened around your skin and you heard it tear, leaving you completely naked below him as he let the clothing drop to the floor. Your kisses were messy, passionate and rough while his hand slid to his sweatpants and you could feel him dragging them down his thighs, his scorching skin coming into contact with yours and a bolt of lightning went through your core when you felt his member fall heavy against it. You moved both your hands to his waist and slid them to his back when he held his member and softly nudged it against your core. He pushed softly into you and his hand let go of his member, his grip instead favouring the wooden headboard behind your head as your hands slid to his ass and you pulled him into you, your legs tightening around him as he broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of your neck, a soft moan escaping both him and you.

“Baby..” he growled softly as you could hear the wood of the headboard break under his strength.

You exhaled sharply the further in he pushed, the pain so raw but so good you couldn't help but beg for more, your hands gripping onto his ass to pull him closer to you faster.

“F-fuck Jungkookah..” you whined, “You feel incredible..”

“Your cunt’s gripping me so tightly, Y/N..” he groaned as he fully sheathed in you.

You barely managed to adjust to him and feel his member throb inside you before he swiped his tongue along your pulse and again found your lips for an open-mouthed kiss. His breath hit your lips heavily as you're sure yours did his when he pulled out of you and slowly rolled his hips back into you in steady motions. One of your hands slid from his ass up to his shoulder to hold onto him when his hand let go of the headboard and fell down next to you to support him.

You lifted your legs up further on his sides as your eyes watching every time his abs flexed when he rolled his hips into you and how his arms doubled in size to support his weight. It was as if he knew what your sounds meant and what you wanted more than you did, as if he 'd always known and was in tune with you, because his hand slipped down and grabbed the back of your thigh, pushing it up so he could go deeper in you. You whined and broke away from his lips, noticing how his jaw clenched and a smirk appeared on his lips from your moans before you closed your eyes to lean your head back and you lost yourself completely to him.

“Your moans are so cute.” he purred.

You couldn't help but raise your hips to meet his movements, but he wanted complete control over you so he moved one hand to hold your hip down, and sneered at you, “Lie still baby, I promise I'll take good care of you.”

You whined with a nod and your lip bitten between your teeth while adoring the way you knew his strength was going to bruise you and leave memories from tonight for a while to come. Lifting your head to look at him, you moved one hand to his chest and the other past his cheek and into his hair, gripping it tightly. As your hand passed his skin he shifted his head so his nose was pressed against your wrist where he inhaled deeply and looked down at you in the corners of his eyes, the red colour still vibrant even in the dark room and his fangs shined between his parted lips in the dimmed moonlight.

In a matter of milliseconds, he hooked his arms under you, turned you around and sat upright with you straddling him, causing you to let out a whimpering gasp.

“Sorry..” he breathed while looking up at you knowing you weren't used to his speed as he kicked off his sweatpants completely.

You shook your head with a shy smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear. He pulled you close to him and let both his hands slide down to your ass where he held onto you and slowly lifted you up to slide back down on his member as If you weighed nothing. He loved seeing your eyes close and how your brows furrowed from the pleasure he gave you. As he raised and lowered you, your proximity to him let your nipples rub against his chest, and it only allowed further strings of pleasure to shoot to your core. He leaned in and licked along the skin of your neck, tasting you and soothing you while he increased his pace, fucking you harder and faster.

You scratched along his back and felt him lean into you with a low growl, “It feels so good when you mark me, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” you cooed.

He held you still and buried himself as far inside you as he could, causing you to whimper when he pulled you closer and pushed his lips to yours. You writhed your hips against his body, begging for more and you could feel the tightness in your core much more clearly now that you were still.

“Such a desperate little human.” he smirked when he pulled away from you, “Aren't you?”

“Jungkookah, please..” you breathed, your eyes flickering up and down his features while his did the same.

“Who're you desperate for, kitten?” he teased with a raised brow and hooded eyes, putting a finger under your chin.

“You..” you whined, “Only you..”

“Such a good girl..” he hummed while lifting you slightly and pulling a little out of you so he could look down, his member now visible between you, “Is this what you want?”

Your eyes flickered down and you saw his member coated in your essence, illuminated by the dimmed lights before you mewled, “Mhm..”

He pulled your hips to him in a harsh and powerful movement, his member thrusting into you in an instant again causing you to moan loudly and tremble on top of him. You held on to him as if he was holding you together, worried that if you'd let go, you'd get lost. His hands slid to your ass again where he quickly picked up the pace of lifting and dropping you on his member.

“J-Jungkookie..” you mewled.

“What is it baby?” he smirked as he leaned back and his eyes searched your face, his actions never seizing.

“So good..” you breathed, shutting your eyes while letting your head hang and your hand gripping his hair tighter, “So close..”

“Already?” he chuckled, “Gonna cum for me?”

You nodded repeatedly while biting your lip, feeling your body moving on its own with and against his. He fit you perfectly, just as you wanted it, he was almost too much, but perfectly so. He loved watching you become so intoxicated by pleasure, just as he always was by simply being around you. His eyes, ears, and mouth captured, and memorized every part of you, every movement and noise you made while at his mercy. Your thighs tensed and pressed against his sides while your breathing became shallow pants, so focused on achieving your orgasm.

“That's it, baby, I've got you.” he cooed, “Let go for me.”

You felt the pressure behind your core race towards you and your abs clenched together, preparing to let go. Your climax danced on the very edge of your clit until you finally fell over the edge and your body started rhythmically contracting, your core throbbing on Jungkook's member while breathy mewls fell from your lips.

“Fuck..” he moaned softly into the skin of your neck.

Closing the small gap completely between you, you held your arms tightly around him and continued to roll your hips against his to ride out your high. One of his arms wrapped around your back and he held still while you could do nothing but shake with pleasure in his embrace. He wasn't finished with you, which was evident as he turned you around quickly and laid you down on your back.

“I want to taste you so bad.” he hummed as he pulled out of you and started kissing down your body.

“Jungkook-ah, don't..” you panted, “I'm so sensitive.”

“I know.” he spoke between kisses as he laid between your legs, “I'll be gentle, I promise.”

He dragged his lips against your inner thigh before going closer to your core and letting his breath fan across it. Pressing his mouth to your folds he let his tongue dart out and lightly trace across them, ending in a flick against your clit that had your body twitch and a gasp drag into your lungs. Your hand reached down to hold onto his hair while he licked along your entire slit to taste everything you had to offer. Your body trembled as his arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you close and prevent your hips from moving away from him while he placed his tongue flat against your clit to circle it as lightly as he could, but it was still almost too much for you.

You halfway sat up and looked down at him between your legs, your body twitching every time he hit your clit. He looked up at you and made eye contact while your hand softly held onto his hair and he earned small whimpers from you, but he soon let go and moved away from your core, licking his lips while he came up to kiss you.

“Best thing I've ever tasted..” he purred.

His hand slid onto your side and down to your hip where he grabbed you to flip you onto your stomach. While hovering above you he moved your hair from the side of your neck so he could lean down and swipe his tongue against your skin as he pressed his thighs against yours to get you to spread your legs further for him and without him even asking you raised your ass for him.

“So good for me.” he whispered as you turned your head to look back at him and he leaned his forehead against your temple.

He so easily, without hands, slid back into you and your mouth fell open in a silent pleasure-filled inhale. You gripped onto the pillow in front of you as he lifted one of his hands from the mattress and let it move across your shoulder to your neck and then your chin where he held onto you harshly as he started thrusting into you roughly, harder and faster than before.

He let out a growl like noise before pressing his mouth to your cheek while breathing heavily, “Your cunt feels so much better than I dreamt of.”

You couldn't help but chuckle cockily with a huge sense of pride in your body, “You dream about my pussy, Jungkookie~?”

“Every time I had my teeth in you.” he sneered as he let go of your chin and his hand slid to your back and he pushed your torso down against the mattress, “And more.”

You reached over and let your free hand grab onto his forearm, your forehead following suit quickly to press against it too. Your eyes peered out through their corners and you saw how fixated he was on you. His red eyes switched between yours and where he was thrusting into you. His abs as well as his biceps flexed with every movement he made while his hair in sharp points, coated by the sweat also shining across his skin.

“Fuckh..” he breathed as you saw his eyes close and his head lean back with a stutter in his hips, he was nearing his limit.

His head snapped back to look at you and he let go of your back, letting his hand fall on the mattress so he could support himself on it again. He leaned down and you turned your head to meet him in a tongueless kiss he continued down to your neck where you extended it to let him come closer.

“Noona..” he whispered as his hips slowed down and his nose slid across your pulse.

“Kookie..” you cooed back.

“Can I bite you?” he asked for permission.

“Any time you want.” you smiled, “I'm yours.”

His tongue swiped across your softest spot and his fangs dug into your skin, so easily breakable for him. Your core tightened around his member and he moaned into your skin while his hips increased their pace again. He lifted his dominant hand and slid it under you to reach your core where he slowly, but with force, started circling your clit.

You groaned, closed your eyes and licked your lips while backing your body into his. You could feel his hips falter and become slower as he kept still inside you for longer periods of time until he completely stopped moving with a soft groan and you felt his member throb repeatedly and spill everything he had.

Writhing beneath him you knew that his fangs in you combined with his member and his fingers circling your clit you would be coming undone sooner than you could prepare yourself for. He laid still and heavy on top of you while trying to make you cum, admiring your moans and movements. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and moved your hips against his hand as you felt the tightness in your stomach come crashing towards you.

“I-..” you whined, “I'm gonna cum..”

He growled into your neck and increased the pace of his fingers, so addicted to your taste, your scent, the way you moved and your voice. Your legs tensed and locked in place while your abs contracted, seemingly knocking the air out of you with every move. Your toes curled and your feet stretched as your breathing stopped for a moment while your orgasm finally took over and your core clenched on Jungkook's member in quick succession.

He released groans and mewls into your skin, almost unable to keep his fangs in you as you near tortured him with pleasure on his sensitive member, but as his fingers slowed, the time between your core constricting grew larger until you had completely ridden out your orgasm and you were completely spent.

Pulling his fangs from you softly, you fell down on the mattress completely with a struggling breath and a shaking body. He removed his hands from you and hovered above you, supporting himself on both his hands while whispering against the skin of your back and gently kissing between your shoulder blades, “Tell me you're okay..”

You turned your head and looked up at him through the corners of your eyes with a smile, “I'm okay..”

“Did I hurt you?” he questioned with worry in his voice, “Was I too rough?”

“It was perfect, Jungkookah..” you mumbled while closing your eyes.

He pulled out of you as gently as he could, but it still caused you to whine and scrunch your nose in pain.

“I'm sorry..” he spoke with guilt before lying down next to you and letting a hand caress your arm.

You turned onto your side to move close to him and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you close to his body.

“Don't apologise..” you smiled while pressing a kiss to his chest, “It was everything I dreamt of.”

“You dream about having sex with me, noona?” he teased.

“Every time you had your fangs in me.” you replied with a giggle, “And more!”

He laughed at you repeating his words, but you always made him laugh, and you loved hearing it, beyond his voice, it was the sweetest sound that existed to you. You snuggled into his chest and intertwined your legs with his because you wanted to be as close to him as possible and never let go, but you knew you should probably have a shower before you leaked the mess he had made inside you onto the sheets.

“I should wash..” you sighed.

“Do you want me to go turn on the shower for you?” he asked with a soft voice.

“Mmm..” you mumble, “And carry me..”

“I know you're joking, but I will do it.” he chuckled.

“I know..” you smiled, “You're so sweet..”

“Because I-” he stopped mid-sentence and froze.

You looked up at him with tired, but curious eyes, “Because you what?”

He cupped your cheek and you leaned into his hand while closing your eyes, feeling his forehead press against yours as he whispered, “You know what I was going to say.”

“I want to hear it.” you whispered back with a smile.

“I promise I'll take good care of you as long as you want me to.” he spoke with a low voice, “I love you.”

You leaned your head up to push your lips to his while sliding your hand to the back of his head where you pulled him closer, silently guiding him on top of you and between your legs again.

“I love you too.” you mumbled between kisses that got progressively more heated and passionate.

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winterbranded · 4 years ago

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[ ✮ ] HEADCANON // THE JOURNEY FROM REBEL COMMANDER TO IMPERIAL ASSET / SW VERSE :

[ ✮ ] —— i am so ready to delve into this st.ar war.s based verse into detail. i’m going to be going deep , i’m talking like starting from his early life and onwards, so this might be a little long in the end WHOOPS. but enjoy !! james barnes ( mostly known as ‘bucky’ throughout the vicinity of rebel friends and family ) is strong, courageous, and charming. his father served time with the rebellion before he was unfortunately discharged after an accident had occurred at one of the bases, leaving him unfit for duty. his childhood was average, being raised a short while on a rebel base before they moved to coruscant, living on the upper levels. he took some odd jobs, mainly within shipments and some engineering but whispers of the rebellion always managed to make it to him. he never spoke about his father’s involvement with the rebellion out in public, not even to friends. one of the strict rules he abided by his mother and father. the barnes family lived a peaceful life upon coruscant throughout a majority of buck.y’s childhood and teens until buc.ky decided to join rebellion forces at the age of twenty-two, wanting to make his father proud but also fight for the right thing when the galaxy felt clouded in darkness. he climbs the ladder rather quickly and ends up as a very successful commander after a few years. he mainly leads ground missions and acts as a leader on the battlefield. he has successfully lead multiple group assignments with minimal casualties. but one mission didn’t go as planned. one that would change his life forever. his entire team had been captured on an out planet mission. a majority being killed or taken prisoner. buc.ky suffered a fatal wound to his left arm that day and was taken as a prisoner. the rest of his team that were also taken do not survive interrogation. he is the last survivor. barnes was almost sent to be terminated until someone suggested an opportunity that laid here. upon empire records, he was marked as terminated. but they very much kept him alive.

the empire puts him in the hands of their scientists and medical teams. marking his as an asset experiment to enhance future battalions of storm troopers. the months are hazy and painful. he attempts to state his ensign number and name just to remember but the more he tries, the more shocks are given. his left arm is replaced with droid parts. scraps that are melded and put together. they don’t bother to put on a layer of artificial skin. the empire brand is put upon his left shoulder before they chip him ( much like the clone troopers within the clone wars ) acting as a reset button in case he were to attempt to defect. marking him and trapping him. he is drenched in sweat. strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he just tries to breathe. trying to focus upon anything was too much. body aching in waves from the multitude of operations and serums. being strapped to the operating table with metal cuffs, the surface then starts to tilt from horizontal to vertical. now being face to face with a tall figure clad in black. his face is concealed with a mask, breaths wheezing through the apparatus that seemed to make everyone in the room grow pale. the scientists progress is questioned with a rumbling voice. and they attempt to answer with data and numbers. but they wanted physical results. not just recorded information. a series of low ranking troopers are gathered first for an unknown reason. one of the training rooms is cleared out and marked as restricted. barnes can feel supervisors and the black cladded figure watch from afar within a higher level above. they allow the troopers to advance all at once, a voice over the intercom within his ear stating to execute all targets in the room. and all of them die all at once by barnes’ hand. it was an immediate and violent reaction. easily disarming and using anything the troopers had on hand to his advantage. and they did not die peacefully either. everything had moved so quickly, he didn’t even realize what he had done until the bodies of the troopers are dragged away. sessions upon sessions are recorded of barnes’ physical stature and how easily he overpowers even some of their top trained troopers. his official title is then marked within imperial records as : THE ASSET. and he is only called and treated as such. he is required to wear a mask with a uniform geared for destruction. his weaponry includes: two small blasters, an A280 rifle blaster for long distance, two short vibro blades, a grenade launcher when requested, smoke bombs, trackers, and back up ammo if needed. he wears armor similar to troopers but only upon his shoulders and torso. he has armor upon his knees and shins. and the empire brand logo is prominent against dark metal. and of course, he has a mask and removable red tinted goggles. the mask distorts his voice and he has an intercom within his ears for communication purposes. barnes is put in charge of a battalion of troopers. for some assignments, but mainly, he goes alone. he acts as a dangerous leader within the battlefield but also as a personal bounty hunter and tracker for the empire. no one escapes from him alive. word travels quick of a mysterious figure the empire seems to have acquired. but it is never confirmed that the man in question actually exists. some say they saw glimpses of him in battle. others say they saw him kill someone right before their eyes and lived to tell the tale. but some just believe it’s propaganda to scare people. during his long time with the empire, he is placed in and out of carbonite. a dangerous method, but one they used to keep him in tact and in their control. but as the fall of the empire begins, he is placed within carbonite for a final time. being shipped off upon a shuttle ship on a charter course to another ship. later, that large battleship ship unfortunately gets shot down. it descends and crashes upon a nearby planet, becoming empire wreckage within the long ending war. while the pilots, troopers, and imperial officers had died on board, barnes still lays within the carbonite. untouched by time as he’s lost within empire wreckage. waiting to be found. ** note: this next part is completely optional as it goes into sequel trilogy territory. ( honestly ?? any part of the story as a whole can be changed and discussed in future plots ). it is quiet for a long, long, time. the thick slab of carbonite gathering dust and sand. however, a ray of sun then is shone upon the frozen features of the long forgotten asset, another evil gets a hold of him. as the carbonite is heated, he collapses to the ground, gasping for air. familiar but oh, so, different troopers drag barnes to his feet. vision blurred, and his body shaking uncontrollably from hibernation sickness. a familiar figure clad in black approaches him. the presence of the other similar to the previous tall dark figure, but is distinctly different. how long had it been. barnes is observed and questioned, but he provides no answers. however, old empire archives give the fir.st or.der their answers. a lost imperial asset that could be proven useful. the fir.st or.der keep tabs on him until the destruction of starkiller base happens. believing him to be lost in the end, he goes under the radar. keeping hidden as he moves through the galaxy like a shadow. the imperial logo more than scratched off from upon his left shoulder. starting to have a clear space of mind. wondering which memories were real and which he wished were real. his place in time still hazy. he wanders until he picks up some whispers about the resistance. he follows the whispers and rumors until he finds a resistance soldier. something distant yet comforting is within the name resistance alone. reminding him of another time that is long gone. he is brought to a resistance base but upon realizing who exactly he was, caution is taken. being examined by medical, he undergoes surgery immediately to try and remove the old imperial chip and needed upgrades are given to his left arm. they hope that the fir.st ord.er didn’t have time or brains to tamper with it. once the chip is removed, recovery begins. his mind more clear as he picks up the pieces of himself and eventually goes back to fighting on the right side of battle.

#✮ || headcanons.#✮ || verse / hope used to shine within the stars // star wars.#( W H E W i'm not exactly happy with how i wrote everything BUT IT'S FINALLY WRITTEN DOWN MY G O D #this isn't nearly as detailed as i could've gone but it's more detailed that the verse summary that's for damn sure AHBSDJNFASDF ENJOY Y'ALL #gosh it's late over here kbsdhfnjsdf )#tw : long post

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gma-crafts · 5 years ago

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The Purrposal

The biggest thanks to @iloveyou-3000 for beta-reading faster than I could say Boom! You’ve been such a big help! A big smooch to @robertdowneyjjr for being such a sweet co-parent to the feline trio - check out her fics about the catdad!ironhusbands linked below!

Word Count: 3,286 Warnings: just loads of fluff, “very soft and gay” - test readers Characters: James Rhodes, Tony Stark, and their cats Mochi, Susu and Jonathan Summary: Tony lost something. Rhodey offers his help. But sometimes you only know what you’ve been looking for when you find it.

“Honeeey?” “What?” “Where’s my super suit?” “Whaaat??”

“Where the hell did she go?”

Rhodey drew his attention away from the movie he was watching. It’s not like he was able to actually concentrate on it anyway, ever since Tony slid into the room wearing his fuzzy socks ten minutes ago, and started opening drawers and doors, growing more and more frantic each time. Mochi, who had been sleeping on Rhodey’s lap, posing as a fluffy white bun, woke up from the ruckus and hopped off the couch to find a less noisy spot somewhere else in the house; and, honestly, Rhodey couldn’t blame her.

“You good there, Tones?” He asked over his shoulder, though he doubted he’d get a proper answer. Ever since he and his boyfriend moved in together two years ago, those hectic outbursts with Tony forgetting about everything and everyone within a two-mile radius became one of the less pleasant parts of their everyday life.

Don’t get him wrong, Rhodey loved waking up next to this beautiful disaster of a man, brushing back the mess of curls and watch those Bambi eyes flutter open. His military operations had him exposed to raw, untouched wilderness all over the planet, from desert sunrise to dusk setting over a snow-covered tundra. None of those ever had him stop and stare as when Tony’s soft, chocolatey gaze fell on him, spreading a warmth he almost felt physically.

But while Rhodey was a romantic at heart, as well as hopelessly in love with his oldest friend, he also was a calm and rational man - you’d never see him run around like a headless chicken in search for anything. Whenever something would be misplaced (and Rhodey liked to make clear that he was in no way affiliated with losing it in the first place), he would track it down systematically.

Tony, however, was different. He could hyper-fixate on a scientific concept for weeks, only to then revolutionize it in his basement workshop on a Friday afternoon. He kept track of a multitude of important things with an ease Rhodey only could envy. But if Tony discovered his favourite hoodie, the Stark Tech drafts Pepper had been expecting for weeks or Jonathan’s catnip toy weren’t where he assumed they’d be, the genius was gone in no time. You could set a countdown from ninety seconds down and watch him turn from chill to hysteric once it hit zero.

The time must’ve been up way before Tony dashed into their living room. Rhodey’s question went unheard and the bang of the highboard’s bottom drawer sounded particularly final. Rhodey hopped over the backrest with a small sigh - this goddamn hectic! - and squatted down next to one of the world’s richest people squirming on the ground, face pressed into the small gap between the expensive leather couch and the Italian oak floorboards , cooing and frolicking with a tremor in his voice that replaced Rhodey’s bewilderment with worry.

“Care to tell me what you’re looking for?”

“-t now, she’s gotta be here somewhere, f'god’s sake..”, came the muffled response. Rhodey gave his nose a small rub with his knuckle, more to gather himself than to cure an itch; he then hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Tony’s cargo pants and tugged him closer, ignoring the small yelp of protest, and cupped his boyfriend’s face firmly. Rhodey would tear up over the pout Tony sported later, he had to remain serious now.

“Babe. We talked about this. Stop making yourself all panicky and tell me what’s up.” Rhodey emphasized every sentence with planting a kiss on the absolute mess of curls, and with each, Tony’s grip on his wrists loosened a little. Finally he let some of his tension slip and leaned into Rhodey’s touch, still a bit out of breath from crawling all over the floor. His eyes were suspiciously bright when he finally answered.

“It’s Susu. I can’t find her! I looked for her all day, went through every room twice, I checked the laundry, all the drawers, I shook the treat box til I spilt half of them on the stairs, JARVIS went through the tapes for the last 48 hours, I checked all the beds and scratch trees. She. Is. Gone.” He huffed and slumped down against Rhodey’s chest, who immediately wound him into a hug.

“I lost my baby, Platypus. Probably locked her out days ago without even noticing and now she got run over by a car or froze to death or the Chitauri abducted her to-”

“Tony”, he cut off his boyfriend’s ramblings “First of all, nobody freezes to death in Malibu, especially not in June. Second of all, if she really had gotten lost outside, JARVIS wouldn’t have tracked her chip to still be inside this house. That was the very first thing you told him to do, remember?”

Tony nodded, his hair tickling Rhodey’s cheek. “Remind me to enhance the accuracy down to the very inch she’s standing on”, he mumbled against his boyfriend’s shoulder, hands gripping tighter on the fabric of Rhodey’s henley, his cheek vibrating from the chuckle the taller man let out.

“Anything, babe . But first let’s get you a snack and some water. Something’s telling me you haven’t eaten all day. And then we’ll find Susu together.”

Tony frowned at that suggestion, and Rhodey would’ve laughed out loud ‘cause it made him look so much like that genius, stubborn teenage boy that burst into his dorm room years ago, throwing his world upside down. Instead, he just smiled into Tony’s disastrous bedhead one last time before urging him towards the pantry.

Five minutes later, a granola-munching Tony followed Rhodey around as they searched for the smallest member of their feline bunch. It’s been almost a year since the two of them had adopted the pitch-black ball of fluff along with their oldest cat, Jonathan. Officially, they were brought into their little family to keep their first furbaby, Mochi, company; in reality, Rhodey had suggested taking in another cat after Mochi declared him his favourite person, and after Tony became less and less efficient in hiding that he was genuinely hurt by this decision.

While Jonathan never missed the opportunity to strut all over Tony’s face with a satisfied purr every morning, Susu and him grew especially close. Of course, Tony turned down any attempt of Rhodey’s to point out how much alike they were - tiny, soft, energetic bundles of joy, always on the jump to their next adventure, experiencing the world around them with a mind so sharp and a curiosity so insatiable Rhodey gave up on trying to understand them long ago. And every time he thought he finally had it sorted out, discovered the pattern, they’d turn around and surprise him with an entire new facette. But yeah, he was totally making all of that up.

They decided to start with their bedroom, since this was where Susu was most likely to be found - if she wasn’t napping in one of the twelve cat beds scattered in Tony’s workshop. While both Jonathan and Mochi mastered the art of coincidentally wanting to take a nap in the room you were already in, Susu never made her affection for Tony a secret. Rhodey often caught her checking in on Tony between naps with her high-pitched meows, her soft purrs, sometimes shamelessly bumping her head into his arm until he caved in and gave her some much-needed belly rubs. Those two chaotic goblins clinging to each other like conjoined twins made it even more suspicious that Susu hadn’t been seen for some hours now.

Rhodey tried his best to hide that he began to worry about the kitten’s sudden disappearance. With Tony still padding along behind him, he entered the bedroom and decided to start his search counterclockwise. Rhodey made sure to include Tony as best as he could, make him feel useful and not spiral further down; he asked him to hold up the sheets while he tried to squeeze under the bed with soft coos, or made Tony get the treats while he went through the first third of their wardrobe. Tony did as he was told, way calmer now as if Rhodey’s presence alone helped him to not lose his marbles.

He was in the middle of searching the top of their wardrobe as well as the upper compartments, when Rhodey heard a soft “Oh!” from across the room, where their dresser stood. He half jumped, half tumbled down the chair he was standing on and hurried over to where Tony hunched over the second to bottom drawer - the one with the old shirts Tony wore in his workshop. Rhodey sat down next to him, hand reaching to pull his boyfriend into a comforting hug, when he caught a glimpse of why Tony was on the verge of crying.

Two very yellow, very sleepy-looking spots were blinking up to him from between two stacks of black shirts. He now realized that Tony wasn’t sobbing, but non-stop mumbling to the little black cat squeezed into the already crammed drawer; a wild mix of profanities and affectionate murmurs. Rhodey let out a sigh of relief and reached over Tony’s shoulder to scratch Susu’s ear, much to her delight.

“-was so worried you stupid tiny fur noodle… checked this drawer like three times and you didn’t even wake up”, his boyfriend croaked and quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, before bending down and planting a big smooch on the kitten’s head. Susu responded with a friendly mewl and nuzzled her face against Tony’s cheek as if she hadn’t been M.I.A. for the past few hours, as if she was just checking in on him as usual, and yeah, now Tony cried.

Carefully he wiggled his hands around Susu’s tummy, lifting her a bit before placing one hand underneath her hind legs for support. But Susu, who had been fast asleep not even two minutes ago, wasn’t so eager to leave her hideout yet, and when Tony pulled her closer to his chest, two of the shirts came along with the cat, attached to her claws only by a couple of threads. And with the shirts and a small thud, something else fell to the floor, and Rhodey’s heart jumped to his throat.

“What’s that? You’ve been hoarding treasures in there, you stinky gremlin?”, Tony cooed, Susu pressed against him with one hand as he leaned down. Rhodey suppressed a small yelp; he had forgotten what he had put in that drawer until now. He tried to snatch it before Tony could see what it was, but both his hands had been too busy with running his boyfriend’s back up and down in soothing circles. A slim, calloused hand closed around the fine leather, and the soft words muttered into the kitten’s fur faded into silence.

Rhodey waited for a reaction, any reaction, but Tony just sort of froze, staring at the box he held, dumbstruck. He had no doubt Tony recognized the logo embossed into the lid immediately, connected the dots, and the longer the only audible sound was Susu purring like a fuzzy Bentley, the more anxious he became.

“Rhodey, is this what I think it is?” He didn’t look at the taller man, just slowly turned the box over and over in his hand, brows furrowed. Well, that wasn’t exactly a No, right? With gentle fingers Rhodey took the box from Tony’s grasp and flipped the lid open with his thumb, his eyes not leaving Tony’s face.

The frown slipped off his boyfriend’s features like a heap of snow from a rooftop, his eyes glistening with emotion and a sob tugging on the corner of his mouth. Tony lifted Susu a bit higher, buried his face in her fur for a second before he gently sat her down on the dresser, and reached to touch the slim metal band sitting in a bed of dark velvet.

“It’s made from our suits’ old chest plates. Y’know, that ‘piece of my heart’ thing. It’s sappy I know, but I liked it better than some fancy white gold or platinum,” Rhodey explained, more to calm his nerves than to actually share the info. Tony remained quiet, his thumb brushing over the anthracite metal, separated by a thin line of hot rod red and the tiny aquamarine sitting on top of it. Was that a smile? Yeah, but a sad one. Rhodey waited in anticipation for Tony to say something.

“I, um… I guess you want to keep that now.” Rhodey’s heart death-dropped from his throat to the soles of his feet. What?

“Tones, what are you talking about?” While he spoke, he set down the ring box on top of the dresser, where Susu gave it a curious sniff.

“I spent way more time on coming up with the perfect moment to give it to you than I’m willing to admit. The only reason I haven’t asked to put it on your finger yet is ‘cause I’m having the hardest time finding words for just how much I love you, and how happy it’d make me to be at your side, as your husband.“

Tony still didn’t look at him, arms wrapped around himself tightly and, oh no, Rhodey knew what that meant. They were back to spiraling, but the different kind. Quickly he closed the gap between them, his hands squeezing into the space between Tony’s biceps and ribs, gently forcing his crossed arms apart. The smaller man giggled involuntarily, and shied away from getting wound into yet another hug, but Rhodey wasn’t having any of it; his hands remaining on Tony’s waist, he pushed slowly, but firmly, until his boyfriend had to give in to the pressure.

Stumbling backwards until he hit the bed, Tony found himself harboured in by Rhodey’s arms on either side of his face, anchored down by the taller man hovering over him, so close he could feel Rhodey’s warm breath on his neck. It was hard letting your insecurities take the best of you, when the man you loved smiled down at you warm and tender like that.

Tony had a history with pushing through hard times alone, no one there to offer him comfort, even if he had been able to ask for it. Rhodey knew that isolating himself became one of Tony’s default responses to emotional stress, and he tried his best to let him know, at least physically, that he didn’t need to endure everything alone. Little did he know that for Tony, every kiss and every hug felt like a heating pad on an aching muscle.

"Tony. You’re the most brilliant yet most dense man I’ve ever met. Honestly, who looks at an engagement ring and goes ‘Oh, whoops! Must’ve been a mistake, that can’t possibly be for me’? I’ve spent years trying to figure out how that beautiful mind of yours works, and all it got me was a thinning hairline. So, Tones. Babe. Tell me what on earth makes you think I wouldn’t wanna marry you right here, right now?"

Tony squirmed around beneath him, his eyes glistening again; Rhodey didn’t move an inch. They’d talk this out, and they’d do it now, before Tony fled into his workshop and had JARVIS lock him out for three days straight.

"I- it’s just…”, Tony started, rather at a loss of words than reluctant to open up to his boyfriend; but eventually, the dam broke.

“I don’t see how you could possibly wanna marry me after I spent all day going bonkers over a cat, after I roamed the entire house twice, like an idiot, cried about seven times and didn’t even think of asking you for help 'til you physically dragged me away from crawling underneath the couch and- and”, he caught a quick breath, before continuing twice as fast “And I’m clearly not fit to be a good and supportive husband to you when I can’t even keep my shit together over a trifle like this, and just bottle up instead of asking for help, when I disappointed you and Susu with acting like an actual five-year-old and I don’t even know wh-"

The rest of the sentence was muffled by Rhodey’s lips on his, taking the breath for further rambling straight out of his lungs. The first sobs escaped Tony, and Rhodey switched to covering his face with pecks, kissing away the tear on his temple, brushing a thumb over the corner of his mouth until it lifted up into a tiny smile. Underneath him, Tony’s body was pliant now, and he just let Rhodey shield him from the world.

“Sweetheart. Dearest idiot mechanic. You may have synthesized a new element, but being brilliant apparently made you forget that you threw no less than seven birthday parties for your bots. And that I attended all of them. Going feral over a missing cat is not what makes me love you less, it’s what made me fall for you in the first place. You care about things most people wouldn’t even notice. The only idiot here? Clearly me for waiting so long with proposing and finally make you mine, with all your quirks. If you want, that is,” he added quickly.

And now Tony beamed, and he sobbed, and he hiccuped all at once, and goodness gracious how did he manage to look so disastrous yet so beautiful, Rhodey would never get used to this. Slender fingers tugged on his neck, pulling him into another kiss.

“Of course I wanna marry my Platypus. ‘course I wanna be yours”, Tony muttered against his lips, the tears rolling down his face not only his now. Rhodey smiled into the kiss, hands finding their way into Tony’s hair, lips trailing down the arch of Tony’s neck like they did countless times before. And when he got a soft, delicate moan as an answer it really couldn’t get any better- Only that it could.

“Hang in there for a sec”, Rhodey muttered and got up, scurrying over to where he left the ring on the dresser, with Susu guarding it like a fluffy loaf of bread. He reached for the box when a streak of muffled cusses erupted behind him.

“G’dammit Jonathan! Off my face you fuzzy bastard I’m. Not. Catnip!”

Rhodey turned around just in time to see the big grey tabby stretching out contentedly all over Tony’s head, as if he were his favourite toy. Tony’s efforts to get Jonathan off of him were sabotaged by Mochi, who had entered the room along with the older cat, and now took a seat on Tonys arm, making it useless in the man’s attempt to not suffocate. Rhodey grabbed both Susu and the box and hurried over to save his boyfriend - no! - his fiance.

“Didn’t strike you as the one to wear fur, Tones”, he quipped as he lifted the tabby off of Tony. Jonathan shot him a disgraceful look, before he scattered off to see if he could find some more of the treats Tony spilt earlier; Mochi and Susu followed heel. While Tony sat up and wiped the cat hair off his face with his shirt, Rhodey smiled down on him, opening the box once more to finally place the ring where it belonged. The small ‘click’ made Tony look up; and when Rhodey reached for his hand, and the cool metal settled against his flesh, his smile didn’t falter for a second.

“So, Babe,” Rhodey spoke after a minute of silence. He leaned forward until their lips met, softly pushing further, and Tony let himself sink back all too willingly. “Wanna pick up where we left off?”

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captainchrisfics · 5 years ago

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We Have Today

About: After he’s gunned down on a mission, a first-person pov narrator tries to take care of her super soldier boyfriend. Of course, being Captain America helps with the whole not dying thing, but Steve could never get away that easily without a good reprimanding. And I could never end a fic without a good kiss.

Word Count: 2,807

Requested By: Anonymous. Thanks for sending this my way! I had the absolute best time writing the dialogue in this one, it was a lot of fun writing my take on a trope I love too. I’m always accepting reqs if you have any more. Hope you enjoy!!

“I cannot believe you sometimes, Rogers,” I snapped at Steve, scoffing out of frustration. Exactly what I needed right now, while entirely exhausted from battling far more Hydra agents than we anticipated, was a boyfriend with bullet holes scattered throughout his bicep and shoulder. “Thinking your whole body can fit behind that dinner plate of a shield,” I continued to chastise him with a shake of my head as I tore at my suit, ripping some fabric to apply pressure with while we waited for our ride.

We got what we came for. In fact, the tech was safely buried in the bag slung over my shoulder. The job was done. Almost.

There was one rogue Hydra sniper left hidden away at the top of a tree. Steve spotted him first and responded so quickly, as if it were an instinctive reflex, that he barely considered what he was doing by jumping in front of the already-aimed gun. It’d been pointed at me. I returned fire successfully, but Steve was still hit. To say the least, today just wasn’t ours.

He looked far less heroic laying on the forest floor in a crumpled heap of more red than usually accompanied his white and blue. Steve wheezed as he inhaled, though he seemed fine enough to give me one of those frustrating crooked grins as he said, “It’s never failed me before. I mean, look at me,” he tried to spread his arms so I could get a proper view, but all I saw was the way his face contorted with pain. “Pretty damn good for pushing a hundred.” He coughed before allowing his star-spangled piece of vibranium to clatter to the ground.

“Dear, you look like Swiss cheese,” I countered sympathetically as I stuck a knife between his lips so Steve could bite down on something instead of busting my eardrums in 3... 2... 1...

I pulled the cloth taught around the worst of his wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Steve’s screams still managed to be blood-curdling despite his grinding grip and, with as many horrors as we see in this line of work, I knew it wasn’t a sound my subconscious would allow me to forget any time soon.

Steve’s rolled his eyes to the back of his head as hurt washed over him in waves, holding a hand to the bloody hole penetrating the left of his chest like a mirrored pledge of allegiance as he took deep breaths in and out. Prickly tears burned my eyes, but I did my best to fight them off. A torrential downpour wouldn’t help anyone right now.

“C’mon doll, don’t be so harsh,” he paused to wince and for a split second and I allowed myself to feel the heartbreak of watching him in pain. “You’re still ripping your clothes off for me after all.” I chuckled some of the heaviness out of my chest to alleviate the oppressive weight in between my ribs.

I didn’t have time for Steve’s jokes, though, I was too busy focusing on keeping him from running out of time, period. I tried to elevate the wounds in an attempt to keep his blood at the mercy of gravity so I hauled Steve up to a sitting position against a tree on the outskirts of the field our jet was set to land in. Now it was just a waiting game.

I wasn’t sure if the super soldier serum made him at least a little impervious to wounds like this or if Steve was putting on a bit of a show to lessen my worry and even maybe boost his own spirits, but I had a bad feeling it was the latter. “You’re a lot of things,” I told him, hoping it would help to play along as I searched the compartments of his toolbelt for something useful until I found a spool of gauze. “Bulletproof apparently isn’t one of them.”

Steve laughed from his belly at first, a welcome sound to my ears, until it turned into an affronted cacophony of grumbled curses and sullied coughs. I started wrapping up the rest of his injuries to the best of my ability, but I wasn’t a triage doctor, to say the least. On the bright side, however, I also heard the aircraft that descended before us, whipping about my hair so much I could barely see it until it slowed and Nick Fury stepped out.

I helped Steve stand, wrapping his arm that wasn’t littered with gunshot wounds over my shoulders for support as we walked to the ship. He hissed a breath through his teeth with each step, trying to breathe through the pain and chipping away at my resolve.

Fury opened his arms to welcome us on board with a snarky quip on the tip of his tongue. Shooting him a look maybe more deadly than the weapon I brandished, I shoved the bag into his chest with enough spiteful vigor for him to know it wasn’t worth it. Nothing could be worth this.I left Steve to be treated by an actual medical professional (and by that I mean some Stark tech that still managed to amaze me) while I cleaned up myself and it seemed he’d be fine.

I met Steve in the onboard bathroom an hour or so later. His major wounds were patched up, leaving me, a damp washcloth, and a mediocre first-aid kit given our circumstance to finish the job. Nevertheless, Steve still looked a hell of a lot worse than I did, having taken the brunt of every beating, jumping in front of the fist of every bad guy aimed at me so I walked away with little more than a scratch while he sat there looking like he’d been through the wringer.

Steve sat on the sink’s counter and slouched down as far as he could so we were almost eye-level. He’d taken off his suit for the procedure and kept it that way evidently, sitting before me in a red-splattered white tank top. I was patting at his bloody lip with an ice pack in the hopes to lessen the swelling as he said, “Don’t people bond through trauma?” Steve’s words were slurred, but I didn’t know if it was because of blood loss or some kind of treatment from the AI. “Good thing, huh, since the whole being from different centuries tends to complicate things.”

“Being a dumbass doesn’t help,” I chided, maybe applying a little bit too much pressure since I elicited a wince from him, though that could’ve just been from my harsh tone. The time for his wise-cracks was long gone. Sure, I could deal with it as a coping mechanism when we were both worried he was about to drop dead, but right now? When I was turning myself into a pretzel so I could properly clean all his cuts and ice all his bruises without so much as grazing the holes from bullets that went in one end of my boyfriend and out the other? Not the time to be talking about how we’d be better for him almost killing himself.

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together as he jutted out his puffy bottom lip. “What’s wrong wi-“ he started to ask, but the answer was already tumbling out of my mouth.

“It was stupidly impulsive of you to jump in front of me like that. To act so indestructible... it isn’t like you,” I lectured. “Correction, it actually totally is and it’s the most frustrating thing.” I pressed the ice pack to his mouth with maybe a little too much fevered force as I ranted, causing Steve to grunt out of discomfort or protest. I kept ranting anyway.

“I hate when you do that, you know?” I dropped my hands to my sides, staring at Steve with wide eyes to convey how exactly tired of his shit I was. “When you try to save the day by putting yourself in danger. Giving me a heart attack. Acting all heroic.” I couldn’t stand looking at him anymore as his face shifted from concerned to smug with a supposed understanding so I reached for a q-tip dipped in rubbing alcohol and began scrubbing at the small open cute sprinkling his cheeks like freckles.

Steve winced at the disinfectant’s sting. Usually, he complained about my doting, claiming his enhanced healing would take care of it just fine, but I liked the tenderness of getting to clean him up too much to let him have his way. And, secretly, he did too. “It’s part of the job description, actually...” Steve said under his breath with downcast eyes. He swung his legs a little so his heels bounced off of the sink’s cabinets, acting every bit the chided kid he felt like.

“And to treat me like some inexperienced lackey incapable of taking care of myself?” I jeered with a scrunched face. Steve had a bad habit of treating me like an endangered civilian on missions. Hell, even if I burn my hand on the stove, you’d think someone just told him World War III was knocking on our front door.

Don’t get me wrong, Steve always had everyone’s backs. He would lay down on the wire for any one of the Avengers any day of the week, he never wanted to see anyone hurt either. In fact, it’s one of the things I loved most about him. However, there was a line thinner than that wire between keeping each other out of the line of fire and literally jumping in front of it.

“It’s insulting, to treat me like I’m not half the soldier you are when I’m just as much a part of the team as everyone else. I had the shot until you jumped in front-“

“Well, dammit, so did he!” Steve snapped, slamming his hand against the countertop so hard I could almost swear I heard it crack under the pressure. “And you aren’t just everyone else on the team,” he said, quieter now. It was almost eerie after how loud he’d been only seconds before, going from strained veins in his neck to a soft, glassy look in his baby blues. Without him even saying it, I knew the difference. I love you, his eyes told me. I couldn’t stand to lose you.

“And you’re not some fucking self-sacrificial lamb,” I shot back with angry narrowed eyes. “You’re my whole world,” I insisted, shoving a pointed finger into Steve’s chest just over his heart. “You don’t get to just jump into unfriendly fire in front of me like that.” I could feel the tears I’d been pushing down this whole time rising with a new ferocity, like a current I’d been fighting to swim through for so long my body was about to give out. It became obvious I couldn’t take Steve on, too.

“You don’t get to decide that, love,” he said just above a whisper, though I could hear him clear as day given our proximity. He wrapped his fingers around mine jutting into his pec until I allowed him to hold my hand, probably against my better judgment. “You’re everything that makes mine go ‘round. It’d be over my dead body that I’d stand by and allow someone to hurt you,” Steve vowed with a profound seriousness I didn’t expect, striking me right in the heart so hard it felt like I could count the seconds between when it started to beat again.

“It almost was, Steve. You don’t know how it felt...” I spit out the words which tasted like vinegar, burning my throat like acid. I stopped prodding his scratched cheeks, dropping the q-tip along with my gaze. If I stared at his face, broken from the inside out, I was worried that current would turn into a tsunami. “My stomach dropped so fast it felt like it fell right out of me. How’d you feel if the roles were reversed and I was bleeding out at your feet, huh?” I squeezed his hand, reassuring myself that Steve was still here to hold onto. Thinking about how he almost wasn’t. We came close a lot, in our line of work, but it never got any less terrifying.

Steve let go of my hand to caress my cheek, rubbing his thumb under my eye. I hadn’t realized I was crying until he started wiping away my tears. “Doll, for a few split seconds, when I saw him about to pull the trigger with you in his crosshairs, they were.” He tucked his heel behind my leg and pressed against the back of my thigh, urging me to step closer to him so I did. “That feeling, that heart-wrenching desperation and brain-short circuiting,” he paused, taking a deep breath as he tucked his arms under mine, interlocking his fingers at the small of my back, “That’s why I did it. And I’m willing to bet my shield that if I was in his line of fire, you would’ve done the same.”

I wrapped my arms around Steve’s neck and leaned into him, far too tired of fighting and way too in love with him to stay upset with him when he was right. In a heartbeat, I would save him without even so much as a thought. I’m not a big enough hypocrite to hate Steve for doing the same.

I pressed my cheek to his chest, neither of us caring too much about how the wave of tears I couldn’t keep bottled up behind a dam any longer soaked through his shirt as they spilled out of me. “Still…” I exhaled, relishing in the sound of his beating heart. It was comforting, to have near-tangible proof that he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. “I don’t know what I’d do if…” I failed to finish the sentence, overcome with emotion. I could barely stand to think it, let alone say it out loud.

“I know, love,” Steve paused to press a long kiss on top of my head. “I don’t either.” His hands moved in gentle circles at the base of my back, soothing me as I felt like every other bit of me rattled. He spoke with vulnerability only total honesty could offer. “We don’t have to worry about that now, though. We may not at all. We only ever know we have today and I’ll be damned if we don’t make the most of it. Or if you spend another second of it being mad at me,” he half-joked, causing his chest to rumble with a barely-bitter chuckle.

I pulled far enough away from his embrace to look at him, trying to engrave it on the inside of my brain. The tenderhearted look in his eye, the soft curve of his rosy lips as one side was tugged up a little more than the other, the concerned creases in his forehead, and the blush pink of his cheeks burning through his faintly developing bruises. I watched his eyes flicker from mine to my lips, his long lashes just barely brushing against the swollen apples of his cheeks.

I leaned in to kiss him, closing the distance slowly until our chests pressed together with every breath before our lips met as if we were each other’s oxygen tanks, unable to survive without one another. Steve gathered my cheeks between his strong hands, fingers just barely grazing my hair. He tucked it behind my ears before tracing his fingers down the curve of my body, stopping once he reached my hips, where he rested. Exactly what we both needed.

Mine stayed at the nape of his neck, pulling Steve closer to me as if he possibly could be. We parted to breathe, chests heaving unevenly. I pressed my forehead to his, brushing our noses together, as I whispered, “You smell like rubbing alcohol. It’s nauseating.”

Steve’s chest vibrated with laughter as he rocked my lips again. He dropped his head to the crook of my neck as his chuckle died down. “Your attitude isn’t much better,” he said, looking at my with those baby blues and a spark that melted my heart on contact. “You should be nice to me. I almost died you know?” Steve’s familiar cocky smirk returned as his eyes drifted down again, watching as he tangled our fingers together and undid the knots.

I rolled my eyes before stealing another quick kiss. As quick as it was, kissing Steve still felt like every bit the Fourth of July fireworks display it had the first time. He was a firecracker through and through, one that wasn’t near ready to fizzle out yet. “Please don’t remind me,” I sighed, taking his hands in mine and holding them tight, not quite ready to let him go anytime soon.

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until-theend-oftheline · 6 years ago

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Second Chances - Part 2: Where to Go From Here

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Wounds. Hinting at surgery. Dislocated shoulder. Memory Loss.

Square Filled: Misunderstandings for @buckybarnesbingo and Phantom Pain for @badthingshappenbingo

Word Count: 2700ish

A/N: This series is done for @thorne93 and heavily inspired by tow songs by The Chainsmokers which is This Feeling and Paris. Please go listen to them since even if I don’t reference them specifically they heavily decided the mood and plot of this fic.

There is no sex in this part but there will be in later parts so rating for the series is mature.

Betaed by: @jewels2876 - thank you, hun!

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Second Chances Masterlist

Somewhere over Russia, 2016

Bucky closed his eyes. The pain was intense and strangely familiar. Pain shot from his left shoulder right down to his fingers that were no longer there. He knew he had some internal bleeding from the fight and he was struggling to keep stay conscious. The bleeding would heal. He knew that the worst part was the arm, or what was left of it.

“Are you with me Sergeant Barnes?” T’Challa’s voice sounded from next to him and Bucky forced his eyes open along with giving a nod.

“For now.”

T’Challa frowned, checking the vitals on the machine he had Bucky hooked up to before facing Bucky again with a serious look on his face.

“I know,” Bucky decided to spare him. His wounds weren’t healing as fast as he was bleeding. He needed medical attention soon or he was going to die.

“Captain Rogers. Do you have any favors you can call in before we reach Wakanda?” T’Challa called out and Steve poked his head out, looking back at them from the cockpit.

“None that haven’t been dead for about 20 years,” Steve’s concerns eyes flickered between Bucky and T’Challa before returning his attention to the skies.

“I’m picking up speed,” Steve decided as he pushed the thrusters to their limits. T’Challa and Bucky’s eyes met. It was hard to believe the guy that had been trying to scratch out Bucky’s eyes not 24 hours ago was now fighting to save his life. Had everything not hurt just to breathe, Bucky might have laughed at that.

“I don’t think that will do it, Captain,” T’Challa warned and Bucky could practically hear the stubborn expression on Steve's face when he answered the king.

“It has to be.”

Bucky took a deep breath. You were safe. He didn’t want to pull you back into this, but he had made you a promise. He didn’t want to die without seeing you again either and if by some chance he was to survive and you learned about this, you were sure as hell going to kill him yourself. You could help.

“I know someone,” Bucky’s voice was low but loud enough for the other two enhanced to hear.

“Who?” Steve’s voice sounded from the cockpit but Bucky didn’t answer him. Instead, he told Steve the coordinates where he knew you would be waiting.

“France,” Steve mumbled, clearly annoyed Bucky hadn’t given him a straight answer but still corrected his flight. “Guess we are going to France.”

***

You were in the kitchen setting aside groceries when you heard the sound of the quinjet. You quickly moved into the hallway, pulling out the gun you had taped to the underside of the table just like Bucky had taught you.

You kept it at your side as you opened the door and slowly headed towards the field. You could practically hear Bucky yelling at you for this move, but you couldn’t wait. It had to be him. If it wasn’t… well, you’d be screwed but you were still gonna put up a fight.

The door to the quinjet opened as you were a few feet away only to reveal Captain America looking out at you in all his star-spangled glory. Fuck. You didn’t want to hurt him even if you could which was more than unlikely. You still reacted on instinct, hoping that raising the gun would give you a chance to talk to him from a distance.

It didn’t. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, the gun was flying through the air and, even if you by some miracle managed to block his arm from hitting you in the face once, it wasn’t more than a few seconds before he had you in a headlock from behind. You stomped his foot as hard as you could, making him groan and release you. You dove for the gun but before you could get far, Steve grabbed a hold of your arm locking it behind your back, keeping his feet well away from yours this time.

“Where are they?” Steve asked, causing you to frown and shake your head.

“Where’s who?” you answered, screaming in pain when Steve pulled your arm further back.

“Steve!” Bucky’s voice sounded and you looked up, ignoring the pain from the arm still pinned behind your back. You gasped when you saw him. His face was bloody and his left arm was mostly missing. Bucky’s right arm was slung over the shoulder of a man in a black vibranium suit helping him walk off the jet.

“She’s alone. Let her go,” Bucky ordered and you felt the grip loosen a little as Steve hesitated and you instantly kicked his shin to get free. It surprised him enough to do the trick, even if it wasn’t hard enough to do any damage and you sprang free running to Bucky’s side.

You cupped his face in your hands, looking into his eyes and the guy next to him let you. Whoever he was he clearly trusted Bucky’s judgment on you more than Steve did.

“Bucky. What happened to you?” you asked, trying to keep your tears at bay. Now wasn’t the time. Not with Steve glaring holes into your back and Bucky bleeding from several holes in his body.

“Long story. Think you can patch me up Doc?” Bucky smiled at you through his pain, trying to calm down that racing mind of yours. He knew you. You had a big heart. You were scared and shaking. But he also knew how clear and sharp your mind could be even under the worst of pressure. All he had to do was get you to focus on the task at hand. Him.

“Yeah... I… Yes,” you took a deep breath, letting your eyes meet his again. His calm was contagious and you nodded, wrapping your arm around his waist from the left. You were careful to avoid the remaining part of his arm as you rested your free hand against his chest, helping the man at Bucky’s right hold him up.

“Let’s get him inside,” you ordered, taking a few steps before you realized Steve was still in your way, eyeing you suspiciously.

“It’s okay Steve. She’s okay,” Bucky assured him, before sending his friend a tired yet cheeky smile, “Are you going to let her help me or am I gonna have to bleed to death standing up?”

Steve grumbled something you didn’t hear but moved aside letting you help Bucky into the house. When you reached the living room you let go, leaving Bucky’s free side to Steve as you quickly cleared the table and started pulling all sorts of medical supplies from the cabinets. You had been prepared for this. You weren’t stupid. You had seen the number of cops that had come for Bucky in Romania. You knew there was a strong likelihood he would be in less than one piece when he showed up here. Which you had also never doubted that he would.

“Get him on the table,” you ordered waving your hand towards the dining table in the middle of the room as you ran into the hallway to retrieve a coat hanger. You placed it next to the table hanging the IV from it before pulling up Bucky’s right sleeve. You let the needle hover over his skin, as your eyes met his.

“I’m sorry. I have to knock you out. The metal is keeping the wound open I need to remove it and if there are other inner bleedings…” your words trailed out as Bucky raised his hand and placing it over yours.

“I trust you Doc,” he smiled and you gave him a nod which he returned before looking over at Steve. He didn’t look happy at all about this situation but he still gave Bucky a small nod. A part of Bucky wished there had been time to explain, but there wasn’t.

“You ready Bucky?” you asked quietly and Bucky rested his head back on the table.

“I’m ready,” he agreed and you pushed the needle into his arm. It didn’t last more than a few seconds before Bucky’s eyelids got heavy and the world around him disappeared.

Washington, Mid 2014

Tears streamed down your face as you rushed around your room, grabbing clothes off the hangers and stuffing them into your suitcase. The sky had only just stopped raining helicarriers and helicopters were now in the air searching for Captain Rogers.

You had spent about an hour reading leaked HYDRA and Shield documents, slowly learning what you had been a part of, as well as understanding you were now considered a terrorist. You had no choice but to run.

A rush of air through the room made you stop your task. You stood up straight, closing your eyes. You weren’t alone in the room. You weren’t a soldier but you had spent enough time in warzones to know what it felt like being watched. You took a deep breath before turning around slowly. Whoever it was, you didn’t wanna startle them and accidentally end up shot.

You sucked in a breath when you saw him. The soldier. He looked ominous standing in the shadows of your apartment in full combat gear. How did he know where you lived? You had managed to figure out who he had been after rushing from the medbay that day, but was it still who he was? What had they done to him? A million questions raced through your mind before you finally picked one.

“Are you here to kill me?” you asked, your voice sounded a lot more meek than you had expected and you internally cursed yourself for it.

“I remember you. You worked for them,” he took a step towards you, without answering your questions and for the first time ever you grew afraid of him.

“I didn't know. Not until today,” you tried to explain but you knew how ridiculous it sounded. “I didn’t know what they were doing to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t help.”

“What’s your name?” he asked, without reacting to your stream of words. His expression was hard and you weren’t sure if anything you said would have an impact on him at all.

“Dr. Y/N Pierce,” you answered, cringing when he took a step forward, and his eyes started scanning the room only to land on a picture of you and your father. He crossed the room, grabbed it and stared at it.

“Who is he?” the soldier turned the picture showing it to you as he took a step forward.

“Alexander Pierce. He was my father. He was one of the people that held you,” you answered truthfully. He had been through enough. If you were going to get out of here it was by speaking the truth. He deserved as much.

“But you didn’t know?” he asked again and you shook your head.

“I left when I found out. I wanted to stop them, but… I’m a doctor. I’m not a soldier or an agent. I didn’t know what to do,” you answered, looking down at your feet. You were ashamed. You had run out of there, leaving him in pain. If he wanted to hurt you, you’d understand. You deserved it.

“You’re running away,” the soldier threw the frame onto your bed and lifted your backpack eyeing it for a moment before letting it go to face you again.

“My father was the head of HYDRA, working from inside of Shield. I doubt anyone is going to believe me when I say I had no idea who I was really working for. Once they find Captain America they are coming for all of us,” you explained, leaning in to grab the bag when you noticed his right arm. It was hanging from a weird angle.

“Your shoulder is dislocated,” you reached out to him and the soldier instantly took a step back. You raised your hands to show him you meant no harm, taking a step forward. “Let me help you? I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“You used to help me,” the soldier seemed to relax a little. “I remember your office. You never tied me down.”

“Why would I…” you started before stopping. A wave of hatred came over you. Your father had always been a cold man, you had never known he had been cruel too until today.

“No. No, I didn’t,” you changed your approach. “I’m not going too either.” You stepped closer and this time he didn’t move. You slowly pulled out a chair between you and motioned for him to sit down.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked without moving and you swallowed harshly.

“I think so. I… I didn’t have much time to find out anything,” you answered him and he nodded before moving to sit down.

He looked up at you ask you approached him. The pain and despair in his eyes were back. It was the same pain from when the STRIKE team had lead him past your office.

“Who am I?” he asked you and a piece of your heart broke in the process. That had been what wipe him had meant. They had found a way to steal his memories from him and turn him into a mindless weapon. He was breaking free of that but it had to be painful.

“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. You were with the 107th and the Howling Commandos during World War II before you were presumably killed in the line of duty,” you repeated, what you had read from the articles with his face on them. You had found other things in the past hour, things that fit what you had seen. Articles calling him something else. Something dehumanizing. The Winter Soldier wasn’t who he was. It was who they had made him.

“He called me that,” Sergeant Barnes mumbled, letting you put your hand on his shoulder and start to examine the dislocation.

“What else do you know?” he asked you, looking up at you again and you shook your head slightly.

“Not much. But I can help you find out if you promise to help me get out of town?” you offered and Sergeant Barnes seemed to maul it over before giving you a short nod, making you smile.

“I’m gonna reset your shoulder okay? It’s gonna hurt like hell,” you told him truthfully and he just nodded. You decided a little distraction couldn’t hurt so you kept talking as you moved your hands up and down his arm, trying to get the right hold to get it back in its socket in one pull.

“How did you know where I lived?” you asked, and Sergeant Barnes looked up at you.

“You told me,” he answered shortly and you stopped your task to look down at him in confusion.

“I did what?” you frowned and for the first time you saw his lips tuck upwards a little. Not really in a smile but it still warmed your heart.

“You told me about your apartment, where you go for runs, you told me of the friendly lady at the small grocery store you go too and complained about traffic,” he shrugged, “which put you here.”

“You figured out where I live from me complaining about traffic while I sterilized your bullet wounds?” you blinked, and his lip tugged upwards a little again.

“And the other things,” he answered before looking straight ahead. “You should do this. We need to leave soon.”

“Now I almost don’t feel bad about this,” you grumbled, before giving Sergeant Barnes’ arm a pull while pushing back against his shoulder. A loud pop sounded and Barnes groaned in pain as his shoulder slide back into place. You quickly squatted down, looking up into his face to make sure he was still awake and his eyes meet yours.

“Yes you do,” his lips tugged a little again before getting up and throwing your bag at you and you rolled your eyes in frustration as you followed him out the door, thinking to yourself you might have preferred it when he didn’t talk to you.

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anika-ann · 5 years ago

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Think Again (When You Stop Freaking Out) - Pt.4

Following the breadcrumbs

Pairing: None Word count: 1630

Warnings: language, hella lot confusion, attemp at science talk… irony and sass? ;)

Summary: Matt and Steve meet. Foggy fanboys and wants to bang his head against the wall in embarrassment. Punches are thrown. For once, someone is more of a drama queen than Tony.

In other words; not so typical day at the Tower.

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When the two men entered the lab, it was one of the most surreal moments Matt had lived through. Which was saying a lot, considering he was wearing someone else’s meat-suit momentarily.

Matt’s attention was on both of them, his eyes flickering in between, unsure whom he should be observing first. The slightly chubby man in a beige suit and with long-ish hair must have been Foggy – Matt could immediately tell that, even when he was accustomed to see him in a completely different way.

Seeing the other man though… that was something else. If there wasn’t for the glasses and cane, he wouldn’t be able to recognize himself. Not thirty-year-old himself anyway. His hair had a red reflexion under the lab lights, only emphasized by the red shade of his lenses, dark stubble covering his jaw. He knew he was athletic, but seeing himself in the shirt was just different. Matt stared wordlessly, tilting his head as he was trying to connect the two pictures of himself in his mind, while Matt Murdock’s hand went to scratch the back of his neck.

“Alright, now I believe you. Cap, you wouldn’t allow yourself stare like that, plus that tick is definitely yours. Don’t you think, Banner?”

Matt’s gaze shifted back to Foggy, seeing his awe-struck expression – it was an incredible picture, seeing his friend, and he almost felt tears in his eyes. He smiled at his friend.

“Hey, Foggy.”

Foggy’s eyes went wide. “Oh god, Captain America knows my name! Wait, how do you know my name?!”

“We're best friends, Fog,” Matt chuckled, making his way to him slowly. “Or I like to think so.”

At that, captain’s lips – well, Matt’s body’s lips anyway – curled up in a smile, the movement fascinating Matt. “Would you happen to call yourself a fruit? Hey, Tony. Bruce.”

Matt snickered, ignoring the puzzled looks of everyone else, the shock all over Tony’s and Bruce’s faces. “Oh, so he’s admitting that avocado is a fruit now?”

“Oh my god! Holy shit! You're— you're really-- and you're-“

“Yeah.”

“And you’re-“ Foggy turned to Captain America’s wearing Matt’s body with an expression of pure horror and the man just smiled.

“Yeah.”

“How?! Oh shit, this is awkward. I fan-boyed!”

Matt burst out laughing, shutting up when seeing Foggy’s wounded glare.

Rogers’ hand went approximately to Foggy’s arm. “It was nice, actually. I can give you an autograph.”

“Someone kill me know.”

“Nah, you seem like a funny guy. Though I’m not sure I can forgive you for fan-boying over Capsicle and not me,” Tony exclaimed, walking to their little group. “Nelson, I presume?”

“Holy crap, Tony Stark knows my name too!”

A satisfied smirk appeared on Tony’s face, when he was addressed with proper amount of amazement.

“Yes, and that’s Doctor Banner right there. Thanks for bringing him here, Foggy. Uhm… Captain Rogers?” Matt shuffled towards the man occupying his body and the man in question turned to him fully. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The captain extended his hand to shake and Matt accepted it with a smile, only to see him grimace.

“You’re crushing my hand. I mean, your hand. My hand is crushing your hand. Basically.”

Matt quickly let go, realizing that when he had been aiming for a firm grip, he might have failed and had gone with a bone-crushing squeeze.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay and it’s nice to meet you. Believe me, I know the struggle. Speaking of which, how on Earth do you live with all the… things?” the supersoldier asked rather delicately and Matt’s heart positively stopped.

Shit. Fuck. That was a part he hadn’t considered. Steve Rogers wasn’t only stuck with blind. He was also stuck with supersenses. Fucking shit.

He cleared his throat, shrugging, deciding to ignore the matter for the time being.

“This is insane. Mr. Stark, Doctor Banner… do you have any idea how to fix this?” Foggy interjected, sounding uneasy and Matt assumed he must have realized a whole new set of problems that the body-exchange could bring.

God, Matt hoped Foggy hadn’t said anything incriminating so far. Judging by his pale face, it might be a fool’s hope.

“Well. It would be helpful to know how this happened in the first place.”

Matt had to admit that Bruce wasn’t wrong.

Which didn’t mean Matt was happy to share any activity that might have led to this.

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“So… you touched some… alien artefact and the next thing you know, you wake up in Matt’s body? Okay, ouch, that was not the best choice of words,” Mr. Nelson – Foggy, as he insisted – summed up and Steve just nodded, while the sudden swish of air told him Tony gestured wildly, whispering to Bruce ‘I told you it sounds weird’.

“Mostly. It didn’t take effect immediately. We returned to the Tower, I went to bed. Then I woke up somewhere else.”

“Matt? What about you?”

Steve heard the other man gulp, a shuffling of skin against skin as if he rubbed his palms or something. His strong heartbeat – well, Steve’s really – sped up.

“I went to bed and woke up in a different one,” the man said, sounding honest. Then again, it might have been force of a habit; Steve usually was honest and Matt was speaking in his voice, so…

“Okay, hotshot. Anything strange happening that day? Touched something you shouldn’t have?... That sounded weird too,” Tony noted then and Steve thought he might have made a disgusted face.

Matt’s heartbeat was going crazy now. “Not that I know of.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, sensing there was something he wasn’t telling them. And if there was something he wasn’t telling them willingly-

“Well, why don’t you just try to touch the artefact again? That could work, right?” Foggy offered cheerily, too quickly.

All alarm bells were set off in Steve’s head. Why was Foggy trying to shift their attention to something else? Was he protecting a secret? Maybe the one that led to Matt being beat up? Had Steve and Matt got their hands on a similar artefact? Was that even possible? How?

“Matt. Did you… did you do anything strange in the past few days?” Steve asked calmly, causing the man tense completely; both his and Foggy’s pulse raced.

“I-“

“And maybe it had something to do with the fact I feel like I took some serious beating? I’m ninety-percent sure my rib is cracked and the headache I have is not exactly pleasant. Not to mention Foggy said something about revealing your identity-“

“Foggy!” Matt cried out, clearly outraged, throwing his hands in the air.

“What?! You were acting weird! You act weird when you have a concussion!”

“Exactly how many times that you know of he had a concussion that you can tell that?” Steve asked incredulously, suddenly towering above them all despite not being the tallest one in the room. It was the persona of the war hero that gave that impression.

“More than I can count.”

“Fog-“

“Alright, cool it, guys. What are we missing? Steve, what are you talking about?” Tony interjected, turning to Steve. “Cap?”

“I’m sure you heard me, Tony-“ The realization dawned to Steve and he wanted to slap himself for not figuring it out sooner. He turned to Matt, shocked. “You have abilities. The… the hearing you have, the smell, the touch, everything, it’s… Matt, what is all this? What exactly it is you do at night?”

“Whoa, what?” Tony burst out, while Foggy and Matt seemed to be ready to get a heart-attack, their body-temperature rising.

“Captain Rogers, I… I’d like to talk to Fog— no, you’re gonna hear me anyway, never mind…”

Steve’s eyebrow rose at Matt’s note.

“Are you… are your other senses enhanced since you’re blind?” Bruce pried, not unkindly. Patiently. It dawned to Steve maybe he should have been gentler as well, but the secrecy was bugging him, especially when it was giving him the idea of something very shady happening here.

“It’s not just that. It’s his body reactions,” Steve added carefully, feeling everyone’s gaze shift to him.

Matt Murdock sighed and it sounded as if he ran his hand down his face. “Well, I guess there’s no point of denying it…”

“Deny what exactly?” Tony demanded, impatient. Yeah, deny what?

“Try to hit him.”

“I beg your pardon?” Tony asked while Foggy just cried out: “Matt! You can’t just ask people to hit Captain America!”

“Take off the glasses, please. And it’s my body, isn’t it?” Matt noted wryly and as Steve obeyed with a perfectly confused expression, Matt went for it by himself.

Steve easily deflected the fist on instinct, following by a punch of his own, hitting Matt square in his jaw, gasping at both the automatic reaction and the sharp pain shooting through his hand.

Oh and at the fact that he actually hit something – very precisely despite the fact he shouldn’t have known where Matt was.

The action was followed by several shocked exhales.

“Okay, I didn’t see that coming,” Matt hummed, rubbing his jaw, while Steve tried to keep a straight face despite his hand hurting like son of a bitch.

“What the fuck just happened?” Tony asked the obvious question, breaking the stunned silence that followed Matt note.

“Dude, your hand just punched Captain America. Are you gonna get arrested?”

“You tell me, Foggy.”

“What the fuck just happened?!” Tony turned the volume of his voice up and accompanied the question with a broad gesture. “How did you do that?”

If Steve could see now, he would be staring at his aka Matt’s hands in complete shock.

Oh, excellent question, by the way.

“Easily, Mr. Stark. I’m Daredevil.”

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Part 5

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Meet Matt Drama-Queen Murdock. He is a perfect match to Steve Is-This-a-Test Rogers, isn’t he?

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wolfie-posts · 6 years ago

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Kiss and Run

Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader

Read Chapter 2 here

Author: @wolfie-posts

Warning: language obviously! A little bit angsty

Chapter length: 1,900 words

Story Summary:

You did it! You were given the opportunity to study at U.A. alongside class 1A to become a pro-hero. Within the next three years, you were gonna learn more about yourself and your special quirk, about friendship, about fighting, winning and losing. The road to your goal is bumpy and steep with a lot of obstacles like villains and an explosive blond boy, who decided to make your life a little harder. Will you finally be able to control your quirk? Will you overcome the problems together with your classmates along the way?

A/N: This is my first attempt at multi-chapter fanfiction. I am really excited to work on this and I really hope you enjoy it. Please behold that I am not native English, so there could be some mistakes. I don’t really have a schedule for the updates, so we will see how that goes. Have fun reading my lovelies!

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Today was the day...

Today would decide over your future, whether you would be accepted into U.A. or not. Today was the day of the entrance exam and you were shitting your pants.

This was your only chance to get into the best hero academy in Japan, your only chance of figuring out how to control your quirk properly, to grow stronger and redeem yourself.

Everyone was gathered in front of a huge gate. Looking around you, all you could see were kids mentally preparing themselves for the fight.

Some of the kids were already wearing some kind of hero costume to enhance their power.

“Fucking ridiculous,” you mumbled while looking down at your casual outfit. You were just wearing normal jeans with a leather jacket above your plain white t-shirt.

The other contestants were making you nervous, which made you click your boots together and shuffle around uncomfortably.

‘Why am I even nervous? I have the advantage of being able to hack everything that has a technological circuit.’

You inherited that quirk from your father or at least, you thought you did for the longest time. Turns out it was a little more complicated than that.

-----Flashback-----

The doctor was looking at your test results, brows furrowed. He looked up at you for a second but quickly returned to reading through the many documents in front of him. He paused again and looked back up at you with a look of confusion plastered on his face.

Your parents were getting nervous and growing slowly impatient.

“Well, Doctor? Do you know what’s wrong with her eyes?” your mother finally broke the silence, not being able to withstand the tension any longer.

“Well, at first we thought she just inherited both of your powers,” the doctor began cautiously. “She is obviously able to hack and manipulate computers and other pieces of technology, like you Mr. L/N. She also has your physical abilities Mrs. L/N. Her reflexes are amazing and she’s incredibly fast and strong for someone her age.”

“Yes, we know that much already, but what about her eyes and hair changing colors?” your father asked, growing even more impatient.

“Well, I looked through your family tree and the documented entries about the abilities of your relatives,” the doctor said, shuffling through his papers and glancing up at you every now and then as if you were some sort of delightful specimen. “Apparently, way back, you had a relative whose powers could be described as a copycat.”

“So what you’re telling us is that she didn't inherit our powers. She just copied them?” your mom asked confused.

“Indeed.”

“Do you know anything else about her abilities? How they work or what the color change means?” your father kept pushing, wanting answers for his questions.

“Every time she uses her quirk, her eyes change to the color of the person’s who’s quirk she’s copying. However, she doesn’t have a typical copy quirk. She doesn't have to touch the person before she copies them, also she doesn't really have a specific time limit to her powers. Most copycats can only use their power for roughly 5 minutes,” the doctor examined you closely again. “Although, that doesn't mean your daughter doesn't have a limit of using her powers. The moment she exhausts herself or loses focus and control, her hair will change to the color of the person’s hair she is copying. Just like her eyes. If that happens, all her powers will suddenly vanish. We’re not sure how long the effects of overuse will last, we’ll have to run tests to be certain, but we’ve estimated somewhere around half an hour.”

“Oh... I see,” your mother said, looking at you with a concerned expression on her face. “Well, how does she activate her quirk if it’s not through touch?”

The doctor winced and leaned in towards your mother’s ear. He whispered something and your mother’s face paled.

“O-Oh, okay then,” your mother stammered, avoiding your curious gaze. “Y-Yes, I’ll tell her.”

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All the information was just too much for you back then. You didn’t even know you were copying your parents, you thought you had their quirks naturally.

You didn’t have anyone to teach you how to control your quirk or even use it properly which was why you had to get into U.A.

Your powers were fucking useless. Well, not really useless, per se, but they weren't... conventional.

If you couldn't handle your own power, at least you could perfect your body and the physical abilities that you copied from your mother. It isn’t All Might level strength but you were a bit quicker on your feet and stronger than the average person.

Those hard years of training really paid off and you knew that you weren't fragile and could stand your ground in a fight. You had practically perfected the use of your parent’s quirks to the point that you had practically no limit to either of them.

The sudden yelling around you pulled you back into reality. Present Mic was standing on a tower near the gate. He smiled mischievously. The next thing you heard was: “What are you waiting for? There won't be a countdown! Better hurry to get those points you got 9 minutes left!”

Before the words even sunk in, your legs were already carrying you through the open gate. You were running alongside so many other kids who could be your future classmates, but right now they were competition and you weren't gonna lose this test.

You were sprinting full-on, wanting to put as much distance as possible between you and your competitors. It didn’t take long for you to be part of the few people in the front.

Everyone quickly spread out through the fake city, not wanting to have other people claiming their points.

As you ran through the streets of the modeled city, you spotted a robot in a narrow alleyway.

It detected your presence almost immediately, whirling around to face you. Its arms flailed in stiff motions, steam coming out of its sides, red lights focusing on your body, trying to hit you.

Instead of trying to face it head-on, you ran as fast as you could and slid under the machine.

You popped up on the other side and pressed your two palms flat to the cold metal, activating your quirk and shutting down the robot’s circuits.

You let out a sharp breath through your nose, a proud grin appearing on your face “Hm.. 3 points? Easy! I was scared for nothing, I guess.” Feet carrying you already further down the alley, you didn’t even look when the processor of the robot overheated and finally exploded. You tallied your points mentally, keeping track of your kills as best as you could.

The robots popped up like bugs. It was safe to say that you didn’t need to search for them because they just appeared around you, leaving you no time for a break. Then again, who even wants a break when every second counts?

Suddenly, you heard a speaker crackling to life, followed by a loud voice ringing through your ears. “4 minutes left! Better make ‘em count!”

With your father’s quirk, it was easy to destroy the robots without even breaking a sweat. Everything was running smoothly until they unleashed the 0-pointer.

You were running down the main road when the voice came back through the speakers. Just as the man told you and everyone else the remaining time, a huge robot appeared right in front of you.

For a 0 point robot, that thing was waaaay too huge and powerful. “Are they trying to kill us?” you mumbled angrily, adrenaline rushing through your system and making your muscles tense even more.

The robot towered over probably half of the fake city, arms deadly with spikes and other shit you didn’t want to look at.

You could hear gasps and screams around you, followed by kids running in the other direction far away from the murderous thing. You were about to run away too when a blond boy caught your attention in the corner of your eye.

The 0-pointer wasn’t even 20 meters away, but firecracker dude just kept on blowing up the other robots around him.

“What the fuck is this idiot doing? Does he want to get killed?” you growled through gritted teeth, running straight toward the danger.

You didn’t really think about what you were doing. Your legs were carrying you as fast as possible towards the blond boy.

Your heart dropped and your breath got caught in your throat the moment you saw the deadly arm of the robot heading straight for firecracker boy.

The next thing you know, you had shoved the boy out of the way and took the hit for him. Not a second later, you could feel one of the spikes slicing through the surface of your shoulder, leaving a nasty scratch. A piece of heavy debris instantly hit the ground where the two of you were standing seconds ago.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, SHITTY GIRL?!” the blond screamed at you as you coughed and groaned, trying to put pressure on your bleeding wound.

“THAT’S NOT THE NICEST THING TO SAY TO SOMEONE WHO JUST SAVED YOUR STUPID LIFE, ASSHAT!” you yelled back with just as much anger, hurling yourself up and at another robot, not wasting any time on gaining points.

You heard a frustrated roar from the boy who just catapulted himself right back into the fight beside you. A loud siren snapped you out of your rage. “The U.A. entrance exam is over!” and just like that, all of the robots that weren't defeated shut down.

Exhaustion washed over you and you fell down on your knees, clutching your bleeding shoulder. The adrenaline started to wear off and was replaced with burning pain.

“Oh dear, that is a nasty scratch! Let me help you,” an old lady in front of you said.

‘Where the hell did she come from?’ you thought, following her every move curiously.

She reached out and planted a kiss on your skin. A warm tickling feeling spread through your body and just like that the wound and the accompanying pain were gone.

“Ummmm, t-thank you very much!” you said in astonishment.

“No worries, my dear!” she waved you off, heading straight for the next injured kid.

The old lady left and in her place, a fuming blond boy appeared. “I don’t need saving from anyone, especially not some weak ass girl like you!” he said angrily, though it sounded more like a growl to you.

Being flattened by that stupid robot would be more pleasant than dealing with this ungrateful shitstain in front of you.

‘Is a thank you too much to ask for these days?’

“I lost important time because of your stupidity!” he kept on yelling.

“STUPIDITY?! YOU KNOW WHAT?! NEXT TIME, I’LL LET THAT ROBOT SLICE YOU TO BITS, ASSHAT!” you burst out. Flames were probably coming from your eyes, mentally burning the blond boy.

“HAAH, DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH, SHITFACE! THERE WON’T BE A NEXT TIME! THEY DON’T ALLOW WEAKLINGS LIKE YOU INTO U.A.!” the blond boy yelled, catching the attention of everybody around you. He stomped away, followed by shocked looks.

You growled lowly in your throat, forcing the frustrated tears back. You were clenching your fists so hard that your nails were cutting into the palms of your hand. You didn’t want to admit that his words had cut even deeper than that stupid robot.

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Until the Day Breaks and the Shadows Flee: 5/8

Hold onto your seats, everyone, this is where we earn our M rating! This chapter is also pretty long, but it will make up for chapter six, which will be on the short side.

Thanks as usual to @kmomof4 and the rest of the writers in the @cssns especially for the recent grammar conversations on Discord :) Huge thank you to my beta @snowbellewells who has reread this fic multiple times and caught all the times I’ve accidentally repeated myself! Thanks also to my artist @hollyethecurious for the perfectly mythological story banner!

Summary: Every night she traces the contours of his body as Killian whispers words of love against her skin. But can Princess Emma ever be fully happy with a husband who only comes to her in utter darkness? A Captain Swan AU of the myth of Cupid and Psyche.

** My source material for all the titles will especially enhance the meaning of this chapter title in particular. Anyone know what it is?***

Rating: M for sexual situations

Words: 5,000 and some change in this chapter

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Chapter Five: A Sachet of Myrrh

“And that’s when I told the Jinn that if he wanted to strand me in the desert, he’d have to do better than a crazed flying carpet.”

Emma laughed at Killian’s story as she scratched her nails through his chest hair. His fingers played with strands of her hair. They no longer sat up against the headboard, but cuddled under the blankets as they talked.

And kissed. There was a lot of kissing. Emma had never tasted anything as heady as Killian’s lips; she simply couldn’t get enough. The fairies often found her staring off into the distance, completely missing their questions or attempts at conversation, and every single time it was because she was thinking of Killian’s kisses. Sometimes she wondered if that was his magic - lips that dripped with fine wine.

Despite their passionate kisses for the last week or so, Killian was still a gentleman. He kept his hands in only the appropriate places, refusing to cross an unseen line. Emma wondered if it was because of her past with Baelfire. And it was sweet, it really was, but Emma longed for his body in ways that made her blush at times when the fairies caught her daydreaming.

Now, as she lay pillowed against his chest, she thought of his whispered words when he believed her to be sleeping: When I win your heart Emma . . . it will be because you want me. Maybe he was waiting for her to make the first move. After all, she’d been the one to invite him to sit beside her; the one to ask for a kiss.

Emma craned her head up, squinting in the dark as usual to see him. It was amazing how she could be so attracted to someone she had never seen. Her hand trailed over his sculpted abs, and she smirked. She may not have sight to base her attraction on, but she sure as hell had touch, and oh, how perfect Killian’s body felt beneath her hands!

Emma shifted, tracing Killian’s torso, neck, and then face with her hand so she could find his lips. When she did, she pressed her own to his, her body half on top of him. He responded with a half growl, devouring her with his mouth as he pushed up on his elbows to meet her. Emma dug one hand into his soft, thick hair while she threaded the other beneath his arm. Splaying her hand on his upper back, she rolled backwards onto the mattress, bringing him with her. The weight of his body on top of her had her heart beating erratically. Killian cupped her face, his arm brushing against her satin-clad breasts. Emma grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to her breast. She gasped as his thumb fondled her hardened nipple through the satin, breaking their kiss. Killian’s lips slid across her jaw and down to her neck, his hand still cupping her breast.

“Emma,” he breathed against her skin before sucking at her pulse point. She dug both hands into his hair as she moaned. His hand slid from her breast up to her shoulder blade. He turned the attention of his lips from her neck to her collarbone, trailing kisses as he slid the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder. His lips found hers again, and he kissed her deeply as his hand once again found her breast, naked this time.

“Killian,” Emma groaned against his lips. His other hand found the other strap of her nightgown, and he slipped it off as well. Cool air hit her exposed breasts as Killian pulled away slightly, running his hands reverently over her flesh. Heat rose into her cheeks as she remembered that though she couldn’t see him, he could see her.

“You’re exquisite, my Swan.”

The words thrilled her even before he rested his head between her breasts. She tugged at his hair and arched her back as he showed her just how thoroughly a person could be kissed.

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The view outside the wall of glass in the salon was beyond beautiful; the sun was tinting the flowers with its gentle morning light, and a hummingbird flitted just in front of the central window, its ruby red stomach glittering like a gem.

Yet Emma saw none of it. She idly ran a finger over the top of the cinnamon bun on her plate, and once she’d coated her fingertip with icing, sucked the sticky sweetness off. The act made her think of all the things she and Killian had done with their lips the night before, and a tiny giggle-snort escaped her.

“Someone’s in love,” Tink teased as she filled Emma’s mug of hot chocolate.

Emma’s head snapped up, her eyes blinking rapidly. “I . . . um . . . what are you talking about?”

Tink plopped down into the chair next to Emma and propped her chin in her hands. “Distracted, smiling at nothing, loss of appetite: they’re all classic signs.”

Emma shook her head adamantly. “Love, Tink? That’s rushing things a little, don’t you think? I mean, I’ve only been . . . that is to say . . . “

“You’ve only been married,” Tink supplied, “for 16 days and 12 hours?” Emma’s eyes widened. “That’s . . . specific.”

Tink shrugged. “I’ve seen people fall in love in less time. After all I used to -” Tink suddenly broke off, her jaw dropping almost to the tabletop.

“Used to what?”

“Nothing,” Tink said, waving it off with one hand, “but back to you and Killian. I think something happened last night, didn’t it?”

The fairy wiggled her eyebrows, and Emma buried her flaming face in her hands.

“I knew it!” Tink squealed, clapping her hands together. “Oh, I’m so glad Ariel is off with Eric, or she would have gotten all the juicy details first.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, “ Emma said, raising one hand, “first of all, it isn’t what you’re probably thinking. And second, I’m not giving specific details.”

Tink visibly deflated. “You didn’t finally consummate the marriage?”

Emma groaned and massaged her temple. “Not yet, okay, but we did . . . other things.”

“Oooh,” Tink said eagerly, and Emma rolled her eyes.

“I just,” Emma bit her lower lip as she broke off a piece of her cinnamon bun, “never knew it could be like this.”

Her eyes watered unexpectedly, and she blinked the moisture back. Baelfire was the last person she wanted to think about right now, but he rose up in her memory nonetheless. He had never taken his time to kiss her body the way Killian had last night. He had certainly never pleasured her without thought to himself. Come to think of it, he had never pleasured her, not fully. That had become obvious last night when Emma cried out Killian’s name as his scruff rubbed the inside of her thighs. It was like a million fireworks had gone off inside her, terrifying and rapturous all at once.

“Whatever you’re imagining right now must be good,” Tinkerbell teased. She rose from the table and gave Emma a wink before she left the room.

Emma smiled to herself as she bit into her cinnamon bun. The sticky icing dripped down her fingers, and she caught it with her tongue. Her smile turned to a smirk.

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Emma had absolutely no interest in talking tonight. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy her long conversations with her husband, it was just that she had been wound tight all day, and she couldn’t wait much longer for release. She was glad that Ariel was still off with her prince because when it came time for bed, Emma merely discarded her pale pink dress and all of its accompanying undergarments and slid beneath the cool sheets of her bed - their bed - wearing nothing at all. She had doused all the lights, pulled all the tapestries closed, and when she pulled the blankets up to her chin, she curled in on her side and closed her eyes. She tried to regulate her breathing despite her racing heart. There had been a night here or there when Emma had drifted off before Killian arrived, usually when he had been traveling to distant realms. Each time, he had slipped under the covers as he whispered her name, then gathered her sleeping form into his arms. Usually, Emma awakened at his touch and the feel of his solid form pressed against her back.

She hoped tonight he would do the same. She bit her lip thinking of the surprise that awaited him beneath the sheets, then reprimanded herself to relax.

The tapestries rustled, and cool night hair tickled Emma’s nose. She squeezed her eyes tight, her body trembling pleasantly in anticipation. The bed dipped and Killian’s hand touched the blanket covering her shoulder gently.

“Emma?’ he whispered.

She pressed her lips together as a giggle tried to escape. She swallowed, heart thumping as Killian pulled the covers back. Just as she had anticipated, he reached for her, pulling her back flush against his chest, his arm encircling her waist.

“Why Swan,” he said huskily, burying his nose in the riot of her hair, “you seem to have forgotten your nightgown.”

Emma turned in his arms, lining her body up with his. The half toga he always wore about his waist couldn’t hide his length as it pressed against her.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” she teased, running her fingers up and down the hard planes of his chest. “It’s a shame really that I can’t see you.”

“You can feel me,” he growled as he pressed her back into the mattress. Emma squealed with laughter as he nibbled at her ear and ran his hand up and down the side of her body. He grabbed her hip, hard enough to leave a mark, and she yelped. At the sound, he yanked back.

“I’m sorry, love,” he apologized, collapsing against her and resting his head between her breasts, “I got carried away.”

Emma ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. “You didn’t hurt me,” she assured him, “you just surprised me.”

Killian lifted his head and then shifted so he was lying alongside her instead of on top of her. He caressed her face, his lips hovering close.

“But I remember what you told me. You wanted tenderness and something precious. I plan to give you that, my Swan.”

Emma trembled at the sincerity of his words as he kissed her gently, his thumbs lightly stroking her cheeks.

“Now,” he said, rubbing her nose with his, “the first order of business is for me to appreciate this exquisite beauty.”

Emma giggled as he yanked down the sheets. He lay on his side, her body completely exposed to him. The cool air sent goosebumps skittering over her skin, but that was nothing compared to what Killian’s hands did as he explored her body. He paid particular attention to her breasts, slowly tracing them with the tip of his finger, then tracing the same path with his tongue. He kissed every inch of her body, but it was different from the night before. He was taking his time, agonizingly so, until Emma was writhing beneath his touch. She was arching her back and panting, her hands fisted in the sheets, but he wasn’t finished with her yet.

“Do you want me Emma?” he asked her as he lay down atop her again.

“Yes, yes, gods, yes!” she cried, yanking at the tiny scrap of clothing encircling his waist.

He took hold of both her wrists and pinned them beside her head. “Not quite yet, love.”

There was something incredibly arousing about the way he stilled her arms as he worshiped her body once again.

“Killian,” she whimpered, “please, please.”

She heard him chuckle as he released her hands and she made quick work of discarding what little clothes he was wearing. This was the part that wasn’t new to her, and she thought she knew what to expect. A few quick thrusts accompanied by a few grunts, and Baelfire had been finished with her.

Killian, however, was a different kind of lover, and he was far from finished lavishing his attention on Emma. The pleasure she had experienced the night before was nothing like the waves of ecstasy that washed over her now. Killian had worried earlier when he had dug his fingers into her hip, but Emma was worried she might draw blood on his back, and if she tugged any harder on his hair she might end up pulling it out.

When he collapsed against her, both of them spent and slick with sweat, Emma wasn’t sure she ever wanted to leave this bed again. Her thighs shook, her breaths came raggedly, and her arms felt limp. Killian’s head found its favorite spot between her breasts, and Emma ran her fingers through his damp hair. Tears welled in her eyes, surprising her.

“I . . . I love you,” she whispered.

Killian stilled completely in her arms, and her heart almost stopped. Surely this didn’t come as a shock to him? He shifted, and Emma squinted to try to see his face in the dark. When she couldn’t, she reached out and traced his jaw with her fingertips. When he turned and pressed a kiss to her palm, she let out a shuddering breath of relief.

“I love you so much, Emma,” he told her, voice thick with emotion, “it’s difficult to put into words. You’re . . . my soul, Emma.”

He kissed her then, an almost sloppy thing, and Emma found herself laughing as she peppered his face with awkward kisses of her own, her lips never landing where she meant them too.

“And you’re my heart,” she whispered into his ear.

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Several nights later, Emma was wrapped up in Killian’s arms, her back to his front. She was content and slightly drowsy after making love, and she was trying to motivate herself to ask Killian to find her nightgown for her. He was the one who had tossed it over his shoulder, after all. They had both laughed when they heard it hit the tapestry.

“What are you laughing about, Swan?” Killian’s voice sounded just as content as hers. His thumb rubbed lazy circles on her bare stomach and his nose nuzzled in her hair.

Emma turned in his arms and gave him a little push so he was lying on his back. She pillowed her head against his chest almost purring in her serenity. “You threw my nightgown,” she mumbled against his collarbone, “and I can’t see a damn thing.”

His hand drifted up over her hip then trailed along her spine. “You don’t seem particularly eager to get dressed,” he observed.

Emma just murmured blissfully against his skin and relished the feel of his fingers in her hair. “I need a washcloth too.”

“When I leave, I can light the candles.”

“But I might be asleep by then,” Emma whined.

“Then perhaps I should take my leave -”

“No!” Emma squealed, grabbing his shoulders to keep him from rising.

He chuckled as settled back down into the pillows, holding her tight. “I”m increasingly confused by you, love.”

“I know I’m not making sense, it’s just . . . I wish you could stay all night. I wish I could wake up in your arms, just like this.”

Killian kissed the top of her head. “I know, and so do I. Soon, hopefully, we can have that.”

They fell silent again. Killian ran his fingers up and down her bare arm, and Emma splayed her hand over his heart. It thumped beneath her palm, steady and comforting.

“Are you happy, Emma?” he whispered.

Emma hesitated, the pitch dark around them contrasting more than usual with the heart beating beneath her cheek. “Yes,” she finally said.

“You hesitated.” His voice was quiet, slightly hurt, but patient. “What is it, my love? How can I help you be happy here?”

Emma sighed and rolled away from him. He followed her, pushing her hair out of the way to trail kisses across her neck.

“I love you,” she told him, “but I also miss my family and my friends. If I could only see them and let them know that I’m alive and safe . . . “

Emma trailed off as Killian’s breath came out in a sigh against her skin. She worried she had angered him until he gathered her in his arms again.

“Everyone has to believe you are dead, Emma, but I could arrange a visit from your friends - “

“Really?” Emma squealed, turning back around so rapidly, her forehead collided with his chin.

“Bloody hell,” Killian muttered. “Oh gods, I’m so sorry!” Emma cried and tried to reach out to pat his cheek only to poke him in the eye instead.

Killian yelped in pain again, but it quickly turned to laughter. “Calm down, love, before you damage me permanently.”

“Sorry,” Emma whispered, pressing both hands to her mouth. “Can you really let me see them?”

“Your friends, yes, but your family isn’t possible.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll have to erase their memory before they leave here, but it would be impossible to do so with a bond between parent and child.”

Emma deflated for a moment, but then gave a firm nod of her head. Killian loved her, he cherished her, he listened to her. The fairies all adored him and trusted him, surely so could she. He was protecting her from something, but he was trying to make a way for them to really be together. Once he accomplished that, her parents could come stay with them for awhile. He didn’t have to make a way for her to visit with her friends, but he was willing to do it just to make her happy, despite the risks.

“I understand,” she told him, “and I trust you.”

Killian grabbed her suddenly in a searing kiss that was brief yet intense. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to hers. Oh, how she wished she could see his eyes!

“You don’t know how much it means to hear you say that,” he told her.

She smiled and kissed him chastely in response, grinning when she didn’t miss.

“You’re getting better at kissing in the dark,” he teased her.

“But I still poked you in the eye,” she laughed. She rubbed her fingers through his chest hair, then frowned. “But how will you get my friends here?”

“No worries, Swan,” he said, brushing a kiss to her temple, “I have my ways. Be ready for tea tomorrow afternoon?”

Emma was glad he could see her beaming smile in response.

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Just as Killian promised, the bell at the front door rang at precisely three pm the next day. Emma had already told Tiger Lily that she would get the door herself in order to put her friends at ease, so she rushed to answer. She flung the door wide eagerly, her smile bright as she saw her three closest friends standing on the castle’s marble landing. Three pairs of eyes widened in shock when they saw her, and soon the four young women were embracing one another in an awkward group hug. There were tears and shocked exclamations as well.

“We thought you were dead!” Elsa choked out, her blue eyes shimmering with tears.

Emma shook her head, joy spilling into her countenance. “I’m fine, as you can see.”

“But how?” Lily asked, her brow furrowed.

“There was a burst of magic from the mountaintop,” Ruby explained, “then those sick from the plague suddenly rose from their beds, perfectly fine. We all thought . . . “

Tears were rolling down Elsa’s fair cheeks now. “We assumed that was the moment of your death. It’s been so difficult. Everyone is joyous that the plague is past, but your parents are in mourning and -”

The duchess clapped her hands to her mouth, choking back a sob. Emma frowned in sympathy as she reached out to place her hands gently on Elsa’s arms. She pulled her friend over the threshold as she gestured to the other two women.

“I’ll tell you all, but please, come in. Tinkerbell has prepared tea for us in the salon.”

“You were expecting us?” Lily asked in confusion as Emma ushered them through the marble halls.

“Of course,” Emma answered merrily, “Killilan promised me he would get you here in time for tea.”

“Who’s Killian?” Ruby asked.

Emma ushered them into the salon where Tinkerbell had outdone herself with the tea service. She made sure her guests were seated first, and only then, after sinking into her own place at the table, did she answer.

“Killian is my husband.”

Silence descended at the table as her friends gaped at her in astonishment. Emma couldn’t help the tiny smirk that lifted the corner of her mouth. “Tea?’ she asked as she lifted the pot.

Wordlessly, her friends accepted the offered beverage. They added cream and sugar, stirred, and sipped, until finally one of them spoke. Emma wasn’t surprised in the least that it was Ruby.

“So what’s he like?”

“Rich, obviously,” Lily snorted as she swiped a few teacakes. Emma’s lady-in-waiting had the least refined manners of Emma’s friends, having been raised in the village by a single mother until being hired by Queen Snow to work at the castle at thirteen. Snow chose her personally to be her daughter’s maid, and the queen’s instincts as usual were spot on. Lily had been more like a friend over for a sleepover than a servant from the very beginning, just as Snow had hoped.

Emma smiled, feeling a blush stain her cheeks as she spread jelly on a biscuit. “He’s wonderful; kind, tender, funny. He really listens, you know?”

Ruby leaned over the table. “But is he handsome? I’m guessing he is based on how you’re blushing.”

Emma bit her lip and then stalled by taking a bite of biscuit. After swallowing, she answered honestly. “I actually . . . haven’t seen him.”

All three of her friends furrowed their brows in confusion.

“But you just said . . . “ Elsa stuttered.

“What do you mean you haven’t seen him?” Ruby cried.

“We’ve spent time together - “ Emma started to explain.

“So you have seen him?” Lily asked.

“No,” Emma answered slowly, “you see, he only comes to me at night, and it’s dark -”

“Emma!” Elsa cried. “You can’t be serious! You mean to tell me this man . . . has relations with you,” the proper duchess’s voice dropped to a whisper, “but he won’t let you see him?”

Emma’s face turned so red she had to press her fingertips to her cheeks to cool them down.

“And he’s obviously rather good at those relations,” Ruby quipped.

“Ruby!” Elsa admonished.

“What? Look at Emma’s face! And did you not hear the way she said he’s wonderful?” Ruby gave an exaggerated imitation of Emma. “She was practically swooning.” The brunette turned to Emma and grabbed her arm eagerly. “You have to tell me everything. How does he kiss? Did he make love to you the very first night? Was that the burst of magic we saw? Was he better than Baelfire?” Ruby laughed and waved her hand dismissively. “Of course he’s better than Baelfire -”

“Ruby!” Elsa repeated, louder this time. “Stop acting like a silly schoolgirl. Emma could be in a dangerous situation here.”

“Killian isn’t dangerous,” Emma argued.

“How do you know that, Emma?”

“Because I know him, Elsa!” Her voice was rising with an edge of defensiveness, which she knew wasn’t helping her case.

“How well can you know him, really?” Lily demanded. “He won’t even let you see him!”

Elsa placed her hand gently on Emma’s. “I’m worried about you. You seem happy, but I just want to make sure this man is trustworthy. It all just seems a little suspicious.”

“And the oracle said you’d be sacrificed on the mountaintop,” Lily pointed out.

Ruby rolled her eyes as she finished chewing on a petit four. “Would you two stop? It’s obvious Emma is happy, and look at this place!” Ruby grabbed Emma’s other hand and smiled broadly. “This is a celebration! Our friend is safe, and she’s married!”

“Ruby’s right,” Emma insisted as she lifted the platter of petit fours, each one decorated with a tiny frosted rose. She offered the plate to each of her friends, and each young woman selected a bite-size cake. “I really am happy. Can we talk of other things? I want to know what the three of you are up to!”

“To Emma and a happy marriage!” Ruby cried as she lifted her cup of tea. She glared at Lily and Elsa to follow suit. Reluctantly, they imitated Ruby’s posture.

“To Emma and a happy marriage!”

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The rest of the tea went well as her friends told her what they and their families had been doing over the past month. Elsa wept as she relayed how Anna had recovered from the plague, and Lily blushed as she talked of stealing a kiss from a handsome knight in the halls of the castle. Ruby told her that Granny was doing well, but kept fishing for information about Emma’s mysterious husband. Once the tea pot was empty, Emma rose from the table and invited her guests to take a tour of the castle.

“Look at this library!” Elsa gushed.

“How did your husband get all these books?” Lily asked, her tone almost accusatory. “And all the artwork? I’ve never heard of anyone rich enough to acquire treasures from so many realms.”

“He travels,” Emma said with a shrug, “speaking of, how did the three of you get here?”

“It was the strangest thing,” Ruby told her, “one minute, we were chatting in your mother’s flower garden, and the next, we were suddenly standing at your front door.”

Emma smiled as she traced her fingertips over the bindings of several books. “That sounds like Killian.”

“He has magic?” Elsa asked.

Emma sighed. “Don’t ask it in that tone, okay? It’s light magic.” At least, she’d always assumed it was, especially since fairies lived on the property. Before her friends could ask any more questions, she ushered them out. “Speaking of gardens, the ones here are lovely . . . “

Emma felt a headache coming on, even though the sweet scent of roses filled the air. Even here, in this beautiful garden, her friends were each acting as they had since they first arrived. Ruby was exclaiming in delight over everything, Elsa was suspicious, and Lily seemed increasingly irritated.

“It’s all a bit . . . pretentious,” Lily deadpanned.

Emma blinked rapidly. “Excuse me?”

“Did your husband have to show off by planting every rose known to mankind?”

Emma wasn’t sure if Lily’s eye roll was for the word “husband” or “have”, but either way,

her irritation was growing.

“The roses are gorgeous,” Ruby put in quickly.

“Enough about the roses!” Elsa declared, yanking on Emma’s arm. “We have to talk about Emma’s situation.”

“My situation?” Emma pulled her arm from Elsa’s grasp.

“Yes, Emma,” Lily added coming close to her side, “think about it. The oracle said you needed to sacrifice yourself on the mountaintop in order to save the kingdom. Now you find yourself here with a husband who only comes to you at night? In the dark?”

“This place is thick with magic,” Elsa put in.

Lily nodded. “Can’t you see? Your husband is the monster.”

“No!” Emma exclaimed. “I may not have seen Killian, but I know him. We’ve been intimate in ways I never was with Baelfire. There’s no way he’s a monster.”

“Exactly,” Ruby said, “don’t listen to these two, Emma.” She came alongside Emma, threading her arm with hers.

“Ruby,” Lily snapped, “you have read way too many romance novels. Whoever this . . . husband is he can’t be hiding in the darkness for anything but nefarious reasons.”

“Lily, I think you’re just jealous.”

“Jealous!”

“Yes! You’ve been jealous of Emma for years now. You come here, you see her with all this wealth and gushing about her wonderful husband, so of course you’re trying to spin it in a negative light.”

Ruby’s words infused Emma with encouragement, but then Elsa’s words rushed over her like a cold rain.

“If he were really trustworthy, Emma, he wouldn’t hide from you.”

“He’s the monster,” Lily repeated, “and he’s been toying with you like a cat with a mouse.”

Emma’s heart beat erratically as she remembered herself thinking that very same thing the first night in the castle.

Elsa spoke again. “Don’t let his seductions blind you. Something isn’t right here, and I get sick to my stomach thinking of anyone - man or beast - taking advantage of you.”

“Maybe he’s just embarrassed for Emma to see him,” Ruby argued. “He could have scars or be deformed in some way.”

Lily wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, think of what you might have been sleeping with this

whole time! If anything, he has to look hideous.”

Emma tilted her chin. “I don’t care what he looks like. He could be missing limbs for all I care. I love him!”

All three of her friends fell silent at her declaration. Ruby dropped her head to Emma’s shoulder. “Oh, darling,” she whispered.

“You know what they say,” Elsa said gently, “love is blind. Which is exactly why I want you to be careful. If he won’t let you see him, wait until he’s asleep, then light a candle and see him for yourself. Please?”

Elsa kissed Emma on the cheek, and all Emma could do was nod. “I think it’s time you all headed home,” Emma said wearily, “you’ll be expected soon for the evening meal.”

She wasn’t sure how Killian would get her friends home, but after Ruby clutched her tight, whispering in her ear to ignore the other two women, the brunette simply disappeared on a wisp of wind. Elsa embraced her next with whispers of endearments, then she too was suddenly gone. Emma turned last to Lily. Her former lady-in-waiting gave her a hesitant smile as she clutched both her hands in hers.

“Don’t be a fool, Emma. One night as you lie in his arms, he’ll kill you, maybe even devour you like the monster that he is.” She leaned in close, intensity in her eyes, and steel in her voice. “If it were me, I would hide a dagger under my pillow. I would seduce him, and then while he slept, I would plunge the dagger into his heart. I would kill him before he could kill me.”

Lily had already begun to fade away as her final words drifted Emma’s way. Alone in the garden, it suddenly felt to Emma like there was a chill in the air.

#cs ff #cssns #cssns 2019 #captain swan supernatural summer #enchanted forest au #slow burn #cupid and psyche au #myth

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artycreaty · 5 years ago

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Emogust 14.08 - In which character A protects character B from danger

Hello there! So sorry this is late, this thing took forever to write! Also it’s longer than the two fics I wrote, so sorry if you don’t like longer one-shots, but I really hope you like this one as well! Note: please read my previous prompt because there will be a OC in here, and I think you can read this one without having read the previous one, but it may be hella confusing... Anyways! Words: 3451. I really hope I did these characters justice! @mintchocolateleaves @sup-poki Please enjoy!

We should have gone the other way…

Is what Ayumi thinks as she stands amongst her classmates and longtime friends Genta and Mitsuhiko in what looks like an abandoned living room. She can see an old TV (she has seen something similar in her mother’s old photographs from long before Ayumi was born), a brown loveseat and a matching armchair which seem like they’ve been worn by years of use, and recently torn by a knife (she can’t tell what kind), and the same can be said for the walls (she can see the wallpapers peeling off), plus the smell of dust (and something else) in the atmosphere is strong. This room looks like it hasn’t been released into the sun or fresh air for long, but now she has to stop observing the room in detail because her mind is too occupied by fear for her and the boys’ safety.

They had only meant to check out what looked to them like an abandoned and therefore haunted building after seeing it in passing in their exploration of the road opposite where they were meant to take after school hours. Conan had decided to go to Agasa-hakase’s house with Haibara to discuss something important (all secretive again). The kids wanted to go as well, but being children they had decided to explore their town without telling Conan and Haibara. After wandering around the abandoned building they found a closed door leading downstairs and because they were curious and excited at the thought of a treasure, so there they went. It was poorly lit but the thought of shining gold gave them courage to continue forward regardless. But what treasure they found was in fact a person. A young lady, in fact, trapped in what looks like a dungeon they saw in action games. From what they could see in the poorly-lit area, she had long brown hair down to her hips, though disheveled from what they could only guess have not been treated properly in days, same with her clothes. She wore dark undervest under red loose off-shoulder long-sleeve shirt and knee-length denim trousers, only they were torn and dirty here and there, and her feet were bare, no hint of shoes anywhere.

She was standing with her arms high, hanging a few feet off the ground by the chains holding her wrists to the ceiling. They could see red wounds under the chains, mostly through iron rubbings and the gravity. But that didn’t end there. She was bloodied, metaphorically and literally. She had blood trailing down her head, mouth, arms and legs, plus many bruises even on her cheek, and her lips were torn. Basically, it looked like she was tortured. The children were scared for her. For a moment they thought she was dead, but she suddenly moved her head and looked at them through bloodied eyes and they gasped. Her sky-blue eyes looked lifeless, as if she had been through everything life has thrown at her but it became too much so she had given up on everything. However, the moment her eyes shifted to their direction sky-blue orbs became determined, as though despite all the abuse she had suffered, she still had the will to live. When they actually shifted into focused though, her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a ‘o’ shape. As the kids were about to ask if she was okay, she quickly shook her head and started to open and close her mouth, but no voice came out, only a wheeze. Her mouth seemed to be repeating in a certain pattern, after a second the kids were able to discern the words: ‘Run, run, run away now’.

They didn’t know why she reacted like that, but that moment footsteps sounded through the air, they immediately went to hide behind a pillar in the far corner before the footsteps reached the bottom of the stairs and went directly to the female’s prison. The unknown person said nothing for a moment, then...

“So you still won’t tell me anything. Oh well, too bad. You know, we don’t need you anymore. Words from above has given me an order to get rid of you, so I will. It’s a shame, though. If you had said something they would have been merciful enough to give you a more peaceful end… But this is for the best, I suppose. This way, you may become the fire creature you love so much. See you in hell.”

Heavy footsteps retreated upstairs. From hearing the words the unknown person just said, Mitsuhiko guessed they might set the place on fire, and judging the new scent that waved through the air, he was apparently right. The kids immediately ran upstairs, only stopping for a moment to glance at the lady but she still exclaimed silently RunRunRUNAWAYNOW! so they went, while apologising to her in their head.

Now here they are in the living room. It is currently nighttime but it is full moon tonight, giving the room moonlight that is bright enough to see clearly, added by something even brighter and orange-red which is getting closer and closer. If this were any ordinary night Ayumi would normally have taken her time to look outside her bedroom window (or the window of wherever she’s sleeping over at any time) and stare at the full moon. She could almost hear the moon singing merrily to her, as if it is happy to finally get the recognition it so wanted for a long time. Her mother knows Ayumi loves full moon watching so she sometimes allows Ayumi a few minutes past bedtime in order to admire the beauty of the moonlight a little longer, and more often than not she falls asleep to the soft radiance and the soothing melody it bestows upon her.

Tonight however, it seems to draw in the colour of flames that is currently blazing hot in front of them, turning the moon crimson while enhancing its frenzy upon the children. The crimson moon is as beautiful as it is terrifying in its own right. The smoke trapped by the roof is getting lower and they know it is dangerous to breathe it in so they head to the only available window but the locker is rusty and therefore stuck, plus they are too short to get onto the shelf anyways. There is another small and open window which lets the smoke out but it is too high to the ceiling. The little would-be detectives try to stay calm (remembering Conan’s instructions in case of situations like this) but it is getting impossible not to; they are only children. They need to find a way to get out now.

Or we should have called Takagi-keiji the moment we saw that lady!

Except it has already happened, and besides they have more important things to occupy their mind right now. Ayumi is only glad they managed to call Conan-kun using the detective badge before the fire started, and was assured in the thought that Conan would definitely come to save them. She has not seen the culprit who had set the small building on fire, their footsteps were scary enough. Thankfully Conan made it a point to teach the children how to be silent whenever necessary after a few incidents where even the slightest sound alarmed anyone to their attention, therefore the culprit hadn’t discovered them. The kids and the lady are trapped, they have no choice but to wait - they can only believe in Conan. Please hurry, Conan-kun!

“Ayumi, Genta, Mitsuhiko! Can you hear me? Respond now!” As if in response to their plea, a masculine voice suddenly sounds through the air. The children look down at their detective badge - it is not Conan or Haibara and they were told to not talk to strangers without the two but they are too focused on getting to safety, so they would take the help they could get.

“Yes, we hear you! Please help us, the fire is getting close!” Mitsuhiko answers for the three.

“Tell me, where are you at the moment?” the man’s voice sounds breathy, as if he’s run all day.

“In the living room, just by the window! But it’s stuck, it’s impossible to open with just our strength!”

“Then you three step to the side quickly, just hold on!”

The children immediately comply, stepping to the left side of the window. Suddenly it is smashed inward by what looks like a soccer ball. A shadow comes into view and a hand comes out of the window.

“Guys! Hold onto my hand, I’ll get you outside!”

They step to just across the window and see a young man obstructed by the moonlight, but they immediately recognise him.

“Shinichi-oniisan!” Ayumi blurts out.

Indeed, it is Kudou Shinichi standing onto the window sill, with one hand holding on the frames, and another holding out to them. He seems to be wearing casual clothes, with a blue striped short-sleeve shirt, a pair of denim pants and a sports shoes which is similar to Conan’s favourite ones. However, he seems to be sweating a lot, his breathing heavy. They could also see a blue-green jumper rolled horizontally on the sill.

“It’s okay, I’ve taken out the broken glass on the bottom and my jumper is covering the remains so nothing would scratch you. Now come on, just take my hand!”

That seems to spur them out of their trance-like stance and they allow Ayumi to take Shinichi’s hand first, him pulling up and propelling her to the other side. Once she lands safely on the ground outside he holds his hand out again and Mitsuhiko is next. Then finally Genta though Shinichi has to hold onto his armpits to get him out safely.

Once all of them are safely outside the building and no longer on the threat of breathing in the fire smoke, Shinichi turn to them and kneel to be at the same level.

“Are you okay, guys? You didn’t breathe in any smoke, did you?”

Mitsuhiko takes the lead, “No, we didn’t! Conan-kun taught us what to do in a situation like this, so we’re okay!” Then in a small voice he continues, “We’re sorry, Shinichi-san. We were in that situation in the first place. We should have gone home instead of exploring…”

Shinichi cuts him off, “Don’t be sorry. You wouldn’t have known that the fire happened by accident. I’ve called Takagi-keiji on the way here, so he and the ambulance should be here shortly. I’m just glad you’re safe…”

Suddenly the kids remembered something crucial, as they were too occupied with worrying about their own lives. Ayumi exclaims, “Shinichi-oniisan! That fire wasn’t an accident, someone started it!”

Blue eyes suddenly focuses on her and turns to Genta when he proclaims, “That’s right! Someone wanted to get rid of that young lady in the basement!”

Mitsuhiko takes over, “That lady was trapped in a dungeon! I don’t think she can get out because some chains are restraining her wrists a few feet up to the ceiling! Please, save her!”

Determination takes over Shinichi’s eyes and he stands up after receiving directions to the basement from the kids and in return, instructs them to get to the gate where Hakase and Haibara are, and then runs to the broken window (ignoring the calls to his name), jumps over it to the other side. On the way to the basement he spots in the corner of his eye a stool and a large bolt cutter in the kitchen and thanks to every kami he can think of that he does not have to waste time looking for something he can use and goes to retrieve them before sprinting to the door leading to the basement. Once he gets there he actually sees the lady the kids were talking about, but they had forgotten about the barrier separating himself and the lady. He clicks his teeth, rummaging in his pocket for the swiss army knife (Agasa-hakase has taken it apart and recreated so that it included other useful tools, for situations like this), takes it out and pick locks the door until it unlocks before dashing to the lady, palming her cheeks so as to try to wake her up.

There is a brief second until she opens her sky-blue eyes and Shinichi stills in shock. He actually recognises this person, he could never forget her. They had met about eight months ago, and this female was one who he was looking for all this time, ever since his brief epiphany nearly three weeks previous. He could not find this person, no matter how hard he searched. It was like she disappeared off the surface of the earth the day she went out on her usual grocery shopping exactly a month ago. The one who left an impression on him on that certain incident, whose words were ingrained deep into his mind he could not forget them, even in his sleep. The one and only Chinen Aina, an outstanding deaf individual who had a keen talent in observational skills, and in the back of his mind, one he wouldn’t have minded having as a partner. One who was now awake and staring bewildering at him. Just for this one moment, Shinichi smiles softly.

“Hi.”

She doesn’t answer, and that’s fine, he thinks. She shouldn’t be speaking in her condition at this moment. And he knows, he has taken in all the injuries she had endured and he is so furious someone had tortured her and she must have screamed to the point her vocal cords is sore or possibly damaged, resulting in laryngitis. And it is dark enough to be unable to read his own lips (and besides, she might not have enough energy to concentrate) but not too dark that she can’t see his hands, so he signs.

“Everything will be okay, I will get you out of here. And I am going to cut the handcuffs. Can you try to gather your strength long enough to brace your legs?”

After a second she nods, so Shinichi proceeds to do just that. He stands up onto the stool and prepares to cut the handcuffs, slowly putting the bolt cutter through the handcuffs besides her hands so to give her time to prepare, and when he is mostly assured that she won’t sprain her ankles or something, he cuts.

It is immediate. Once her feet touches the floor she crouches so to absorb the impact before stumbling to her knees, her upper body falling forwards. Shinichi catches her before her head could meet the ground, also kneeling himself, the bolt cutter thrown to the side. She does not seem to have any more strength, her arms limp by her sides. Shit, he thinks, I should have realised this earlier! Judging by her condition, her arms have been raised for a few days - there’s barely any blood circulating through them. They could be damaged for all I know, she needs the hospital now!

He rips the bottom part of his shirt with his knife and then ties it around her head, covering her mouth so to prevent her breathing in the smoke. He then prepares to carry her in his arms bride style (no piggy backs, her arms are useless at this point), raises up from his crouch and walks hurriedly upstairs while thinking oh god she’s so light, symptoms of malnutrition and dehydration and he’s pissed she endured it for god knows how long I’m definitely gonna make sure she’s healthy but to get out of the building is his first priority. Once upstairs, he has to tread carefully to the living room through the flames steadily rising (he does not want to waste time trying to unlock what might be a locked front door, and he had ignored the fire when he initially came in), coming up to the same window. He has to be extra careful to get outside with the bundle in his arms.

He instinctively knows there’s no time so he speed walks to Hakase, far away from the burning house and apparently that was a quick thinking on his part because not long after the building explodes (due to the gas in the kitchen, he thinks) and he shields Aina with his whole body to the scattered remains. After it’s done, he looks down at her. She had gone unconscious the moment he set her free, however the handcuffs are still on her wrists, even if the chains are broken. He does not like it, she needs to be free right now. Thankfully the police and ambulance, and in essence, fire brigade have arrived while he was still in the building. One of the firemen came and, to Shinichi's relief, freed her from those damn shackles. The ambulance crew put her onto the stretcher before wheeling her to one vehicle, with Shinichi following. In the corner of his eye he notices the kids are being treated and he takes a short breath.

He hears his name being called and looks to the side, seeing Agasa-hakase coming up to him.

“Shinichi-kun! Are you alright?”

“Hakase. Yes, I’m alright, if not a little winded. Don’t worry, I didn’t take in that much smoke, so if I just breathe in the oxygen mask I’ll be just fine. I’m more worried about the kids and that person.”

Hakase glances at him, and then to one of the ambulance vehicles where she is held at.

“Who is she, Shinichi-kun?”

He hesitates, just for a moment. “That doesn’t matter right now. Getting the treatment is what she needs right now. She’s been in the basement for too long, possibly weeks. That’s no good, and she—”

A small noise attracts his attention. To be like his idol Holmes, ever since he was a kid he trained himself to detect any kind of noise, even small ones, and so he hears it. From a certain direction. He quickly goes over to the vehicle and sees one of the crew pinning down a struggling Aina. She looks so scared and oh no they shouldn’t be doing that, she’s experiencing some kind of flashback! He shoves the staff away while yelling something to him, he has no idea what he said because Aina needs him right now. And so he palms her right cheek while holding up a hand. She opens her eyes, terror and anxiety in those sky-blue eyes but they’re not what he wanted to see and so his calm and reassuring eyes connects with hers. He waits for a moment while she gathers herself while concentrating on him and her own breathing. Once he knows she is more calm he signs, knowing she doesn’t have the mindset to focus on his lips at this moment.

“It’s me, Kudo Shinichi. Do you remember me? We met a while ago.” He also knows she doesn’t have the strength to lift one of her arms to sign back, and so he is looking for recognition in her eyes and when he finds it he continues, “You are currently lying on a stretcher in an ambulance, and you aren’t in your best condition, therefore one of the guys is going to treat you so that you can get better. Is that acceptable for you?” He waits a few seconds longer and when her eyes soften he takes that as a yes. He looks up to one of the crew members. “This one had experienced a traumatic incident, so treat her as gentle as possible. Is that understood?” he instructs. The staff nods his head and goes to do just that, and just as Shinichi is about to stand up and leave he feels a tug on his shirt and looks over his shoulder. Aina is clutching at his shirt, trembling and a look of anxiety in her eyes and so he sits down beside the bed. The gesture is clear; I’m not going anywhere and she relaxes, assured in the knowledge that she is finally safe closes her eyes and her breath even, with help from an oxygen mask over her face.

With the promise to not leave, Shinichi closes his hand over hers and stays in the vehicle with her up until the hospital, and still he does not leave her side for too long until she would wake up. He is so pleased that he finally found one Chinen Aina after having searched for so long. When she gets better, they are going to have a long talk, he knows, even if he has to speak with her as Conan. He owes her that much.

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wrckhvck · 6 years ago

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In PORTLAND, ME I found JAX COYNE, a child with the ability of BLOOD MANIPULATION. At first HE came off as IMPETUOUS but they also seemed GREGARIOUS. I was unable to procure the child, as an adult, they should resemble GRANT GUSTIN. ( c, she/her )

hey hi hello everyone! i thought my rping days were behind me but i loved TUA and decided to give this a go. we’ll see how it works out shshshss. i love yelling about riverdale ( so bad its kinda good ), shadowhunters, broadway, and love cats more than people and i’m super hyped to be here. for a little more about jax, you can keep reading ~ also this is important !!! there are a lot of trigger warnings re: his past / life so i’m going to list them all here instead of in the tags at the bottom. you have been warned.

trigger warnings: minor child abuse, child abandonment, domestic violence, negative self-talk, lack of self-esteem, suicidal ideation, self harm, self mutilation in the name of science, lack of self-worth, lack of self-preservation, unintentional suicide attempts, warped self image, bloodplay(ish), mentions of violence / self-violence.

TLDR: jax has a fucked up sense of self and likes to experiment on himself. proceed with caution i guess ???

&. basics

full name: jackson ‘jax’ edward coyne

nicknames: jax, jaxxy, jack

age: 29

sexuality: pansexual

relationship status: single

date of birth: october 1

place of birth: portland, me

gender & species: cismale, enhanced humanoid(?)

current location: unknown.

&. more basic info

languages: english, spanish, french.

religion: n/a - he’s an atheist.

education: BS degree in human biology concentration from the university of southern maine & MD from uConn school of medicine. 3 years studying to be a forensic scientist and now completing a one year residency/fellowship before getting board certified.

occupation: forensic pathologist

drinks, smokes, & drugs: yes, no, yes.

&. personality

zodiac sign: ( references: one, two ) libra

mbti: ( reference link ) istj

likes: emo music, pasta dishes, cats, supernatural (tv), black nail polish, coffee, true crime podcasts, greek yoghurt.

dislikes: socialization, herbal tea, vaping, people who don’t use their turn signals when driving, one way streets, mustard, taylor swift music, and reality tv.

bad habits: bites his nails, picks scabs when you’re not supposed to, obsesses over getting song lyrics right, poor posture, obsessing over things that can’t be changed.

secret talent: tattooing. he’s not licensed to do any work on anyone else, but he’s done a lot of the work on his sleeves himself. he had his in love and death tattoo done when he was 16 and he’s been addicted ever since. he was too broke to be able to afford constant work so he had to learn how to do it himself with a lot of trial and error.

hobbies: listening to true crime podcasts, research, drawing/sketching, watching wrestling, boxing, studying, etc.

fears: isolation, decision making, the future, responsibility, the truth about his origins.

five positive traits: determined, altruistic, loyal, competitive & vulnerable

five negative traits: impetuous, cowardly, stubborn, blunt, & prone to self-harm in the name of science.

other mentionable details: jax has done some Questionable Shit TM in the name of science. as he can control / manipulate blood, he’s frequently injured himself to test the extent of his abilities. he’s also caused some health issues by increasing his blood pressure / fucking with the way blood is supposed to work that has landed him in the hospital a few times. he’s also tried playing operation with himself and has been studying his genetics obsessively to try to figure what the hell is he / who he is. he grew up thinking he was a monster (bc thats what they told him he was) so he sometimes considers himself more of a science experiment than a person.

&. appearance

tattoos: he has full sleeves up and down his arms. i can’t really find anything that suits it but i think the left side would be venom / symbiotes and maybe some nightmare before christmas elements??? idk. the other one would be like a graveyard kind of theme with like tombstones, skulls, some wild looking shapes and black roses.. he also has the album artwork from in love and death by the used on the side of his ribcage (x) he also has the tattoo from supernatural (x) bc he’s a fucking dork and its his favorite show.

piercings: nipple, septum, tongue.

faceclaim: grant gustin.

&. family information

parent names: helen & n/a.

parent relationship: he doesn’t have a relationship with his parents. his mother gave birth to him at 17 - after having not been pregnant until she went into labor - and always considered him an abomination. helen’s boyfriend broke up with her thinking she’d been unfaithful and wouldn’t believe that she hadn’t broken their agreement. they’d been saving themselves for marriage and were planning to get married the summer after they graduated. betrayed by her love and judged by her extremely conservative, religious, family, helen found herself looking for love in all of the wrong places. this love was never shared with her son. when she abandoned him at a local orphanage, he was only 5 years old. he never saw her again.

sibling names: n/a. he doesn’t consider himself having any siblings. he bounced out of foster home after foster home and never made any lasting connections.

sibling relationship: n/a

other relevant relative: none. he had a maternal uncle but he passed away when he was a baby. he never knew him.

children: n/a

significant other / spouse: n/a

pets: he has a pet snaked named anguis. it means snake in latin. he thinks he’s clever. he’s not. sdkjgsds.

&. biography

it was a blustery october day when helen coyne doubled over in the park across the street from her house. she was meeting her boyfriend, edward lovington, and they had plans to get milkshakes and go to the movies. instead she was rushed to the hospital under suspicion of a burst appendix, only to give birth to a healthy baby boy some minutes later. this phenomenon would later be known to be the moment that 43 women around the world delivered babies without ever having been pregnant. each child would have abilities beyond comprehension and some would go on to become students at the umbrella academy. jax would not enjoy such a fate.

helen’s parents were extremely religious. she and her boyfriend had pledged their chastity under the belief that they would be married come the summer and he believed her to have broken that vow. he ended things with her and her family turned their backs on her. only her brother kept in contact, allowing her and the baby to move into his guest house until they could get back onto their feet. he was named jackson edward, after his maternal grandfather and his mother’s former love. jax never met either man but had heard the story from his mother as he grew up. to this day he doesn’t know why helen decided to keep him; why he wasn’t given up for adoption as a baby, or abandoned at the hospital on the day he was born.

desperate for love and looking in the wrong places, helen suffered a string of abusive and controlling men. it was a circle of abuse that she seemed caught in, believing to her core that she deserved it because god had punished her. this continued until jax was five, when her latest boyfriend scratched her face. the cuts welled up - the first time a boyfriend had drawn blood in jax’s presence - but to everyone��s dismay, the wound coagulated and the blood disappeared, back where it came from. her boyfriend would have killed them both - afraid of what he’d seen when jax yelled at him to stop - but his eyes ran red as the blood inside his body boiled and cooked him from the inside out. the sound of his body hitting the floor was drowned out by helen’s screams. jax was abandoned at a local orphanage days later, his mother unable to look at him as she believed he was a monster.

maine isn’t a big city. the area they were in was extremely small, so whispers of what had happened to helen’s boyfriend ran rampant. jax was branded a freak, kept in isolation at the orphanage in fear of what he’d do to the other children. he didn’t understand his powers yet and believed what his mother said was true; that he was a monster and that he deserved whatever happened to him as a consequence of it. he withdrew into himself and was selectively mute until his teen years, bouncing from foster home to foster home as he grew. it was only when he was 13, now exploring his powers with a morbid curiosity he would later attribute to scientific hypothesis, that he started speaking again.

jax grew up very isolated and socially awkward. he doesn’t always know how to talk to people or how to appropriately react in certain situations. he’s very morbid, has a dark sense of humor, and has a lot of questionable interests. his music taste is skewed towards screamo / emo music and heavy metal. he prefers horror movies to essentially every other genre and spends hours listening to true crime podcasts and lives on CSI / Criminal Minds / SVU etc. his favorite bands are my chemical romance, the used, saosin, underoath, black veil brides, and disturbed.

academically, jax is kind of a genius. he didn’t really have friends so he spent a lot of time studying. he finds biology interesting because his own biology fascinates him. he can control blood; can make it coagulate, raise his own blood pressure, and even create it from his own cells. it doesn’t make sense. it doesn’t fit into what he knows about the human condition and that fascinates him. experimenting on himself has become second nature and he covered up the majority of the scarring with tattoos. the only friend he ever had showed him how to do some of it himself as a teenager and he’s kept up with the hobby - buying cheap supplies online or cutting corners to keep up with the artwork decorating his body.

with two degrees under his bet, jax is swimming in debt. honestly his checking account is a terrifying place to live. he’s been low-key indulging in credit card scams for years to keep his head above water. he has a ledger where he’s written down every card, every loan, and every payment he needs to pay back. it’s locked in a safe so no one can ever find it. as a forensic pathologist he’ll make good money and hopefully be able to pay it all back before the cops come knocking down his door.

#all43intro

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ruby-grapefruit · 5 years ago

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Blue or Green? | Part Three

Summary: Sakura joined ANBU to get away. With her partner at her back she felt stronger than ever, ready to take on anything. If only she wasn’t slightly obsessed with him and knew who he really was.

Rating: Explicit

AO3 & FF.Net

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The smell of formaldehyde stung her eyes and irritated her nose. Sakura stared down at the dead woman, her body naked and covered in knife wounds. Examining a particularly deep cut that spread across the woman’s abdomen, Sakura gritted her teeth.

“What is it?” Reo asked taking a step forward to stand beside her as she stared down at the body, her arms crossed in concentration.

“Well at first glance this woman died of blood loss, given the sheer number of cuts all over her body. Same with all the others.” Sakura said, gesturing to the five other dead bodies that lay on metal tables in the bright fluorescently lit room. “But…”

“But what?” Reo pressed glancing down himself at the woman they stood in front of.

“I don’t think they died of blood loss.” Sakura continued, using her gloved hand to open up the woman’s mouth to show Reo, “See how inflamed the tissue is, it’s all red, like she had an allergic reaction. The others all have the same thing as well.”

Sakura closed the woman’s mouth and gestured to her throat where she had 8 vertical cuts from chin to collar bone. “And see these cuts here?”

At Reo’s nod she continued, “I think they are self-inflicted.”

She reached down and grabbed the woman’s hand and gestured for Reo to come closer, “It’s hard to tell with all the blood, but under her nails there’s some of her own skin.”

“So, you’re suggesting she scratched herself hard enough to make those cuts?”

“Exactly, and the others did as well.”

“Why would anyone do that?” He asked look looking around at the other dead bodies in the room.

“I have a couple of theories, but nothing concrete. I’d help if we could catch the next victim before they died, or right after. I’ll be able to know more with fresh tissue.”

She fingered the gloves pulling them off her hands and into the waste-bin as she turned to exit the room, Reo following closely behind.

“All of the attacks so far have been 2 days apart. If that keeps up, you should be getting your wish soon.”

Sakura laughed as they strode down the hall and back up the stairs to the main foyer of the local hospital, “You make me sound so cynical! I’ll do my best to save them too, you know.”

“I know,” he grinned and winked at her, “You’re the best, aren’t you?”

“Oh no!” She laughed, “I wouldn’t want to take that title away from Lady Tsunade! Can you imagine what she would do to me?"

He smiled sheepishly, “Oh yes, I’ve heard lots of stories about her rage. Some even about when she’s been angry with you”

“Ahhh…” Sakura blushed lightly, “Yeah, she can be really scary.”

Sakura fell silent after that, and Reo did the same with a hint of a smile on his face as he led her out the building.

They’d been in Keishi for three days now and during that time she’d really hit it off with Reo. He was nice, genuine and he didn’t treat her like a massive celebrity, although Sara and Touma had toned that down since the mission started. Sakura was pleased to find that her teammates were actually extremely friendly people that she could see herself becoming good friends with. It was a plus that the mission was relatively fast paced, with new clues popping up all the time, which helped keep her thoughts off a certain someone.

She also admitted it was nice to have a relatively relaxing mission, compared to her most recent ones with ANBU. This time she was aiming to save lives instead of taking them and it soothed a part of Sakura’s turbulent soul.

She followed absent-mindedly beside Reo as they made their way back to their inn, to confer with Sara and Touma about what she had discovered from examining the bodies.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sakura sat at the bar, beside Sara, at one of Keishi’s many questionable establishments, though this one seemed rather well cleaned and beautifully decorated. Even if her drink was a bit watered down, Sakura admitted that Sara hadn’t chosen that bad of a place.

“Why did you want to come here again?” Sakura mumbled through her straw.

Sara gave her a side glance, “This is one of the best parts of going on out-of-town missions.” She said, as she brought her drink up to her lips and took a nice long sip. “You get a whole new set of men to play with.” She laughed, looking back at Sakura with a twinkle in her eye.

Sakura chuckled heartedly, what it must be like to be free like this. It sounded like something Ino would say.

“In the village you might see them again, but here it’s like a free pass.” Sara continued, “As you can tell I’m single and taking full advantage of it. The life of a shinobi shouldn’t be spent holding back. I want to experience all there is to experience, because we both know death could come knocking any day.”

Sakura found herself nodding along, she knew more than most how dangerous their lives were. For a split second she considered having a bit of fun herself, but her wounds were still too fresh. Not yet, she wasn’t ready to move on from him… Maybe not ever.

Instead she turned on her seat and decided to help Sara out a bit, that would still be fun. Like going shopping, she snickered internally.

It was then that she spotted a man in the back corner. His back was turned to hers, but his presence demanded attention. Shoulder length hair, an almost white silver, wavy, falling nicely just above his broad shoulders. She could see the muscle definition beneath his shirt marking him as a shinobi.

She nudged Sara.

Following her gaze and a smile appeared on Sara’s face, “Ohh, he looks like he’s probably hot.” she said, assessing the same silver-haired man.

“Why’d you need me to come if you were planning on going home with a guy anyways.” Sakura asked still sipping on her straw, casually leaning against the bar.

“I don’t like going alone to bars in cities I don’t know. Touma hates that I do this, he thinks its demeaning.” Sara groaned, “In the past I’ve taken Reo with me, but he usually gets side-tracked by a girl, which is no fun for me. You seemed like you wouldn’t mind and might even help me.” Sara smiled knowingly.

“Good guess.” Sakura laughed, “and don’t worry I got your back.”

When they looked back, the man had turned around and was staring straight at them. Not surprising since Sara was beautiful, and Sakura had pink hair, which always seemed to grab people’s attentions.

He is handsome, Sakura thought, good for Sara.

His skin was pale and mostly unflawed, except for the small scar in the shape of a crescent moon on his chin. Yet the scar was not his defining feature, that title was given to his piercing yellow eyes that sent shivers down her spine.

The man smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the dim bar as he started to make his way across the room towards them.

“Looks like you caught his eye,” Sakura teased, “He’s making his way over.”

“Yeah,” Sara replied, looking over at Sakura she winked, “He’s really hot too. I’m going to feel him out, but I think he might be the lucky winner tonight.”

“Guess I can get going?” Sakura hedged unsure of what more Sara wanted her to do.

“Can you stay a bit longer, I like a second opinion. You know, to make sure he’s not a dangerous missing-nin or anything. If you sense something wrong just say, ‘I wish they served food here.’”

“Okay got it.” Sakura smiled.

It was nice to know that Sara was being careful, and that she knew it was dangerous to attract the attention of an unknown male shinobi outside the village. There were no guarantees he wasn’t extremely dangerous.

As the man reached them Sara turned to face him fully. “I saw you girls staring at me, and I had to know why.” His voice was smooth, a nice baritone, it ran over her body and sent more shivers down her spine.

“Your eyes caught my attention,” Sara murmured, “They’re breathtaking.”

The man grinned again and leaned forwards to whisper in Sara’s ear, “My best feature. Can I get you ladies a drink?”

Sakura shock her head and showed the man she was still finishing her own, before turning to the side to let Sara get all the attention. Sara on the other hand nodded eagerly and gestured for him to take the empty seat next to her. He did.

Sakura kept half an ear on their conversation for the next half hour. He seemed okay, a little intense if Sakura was honest but she wasn’t the one going home with him tonight. There were no warning bells ringing in her head and so she nursed her drink while she waited for Sara to make the final decision to take him home.

She peaked up as Sara spoke, “Alright, I’ve got to freshen up in the washroom then we can go.”

Sara got up off the chair and gave Sakura a wink before making her way to the washroom. Sakura smiled shyly at the man and then resumed sipping on her almost empty drink. A shuffling to her side told her he’d taken Sara’s seat beside her.

“Your hair is so interesting.” He whispered hoarsely. His deep voice reverberating through her.

He was awfully close, and she shot him a wary look.

Fast as lightning he reached forwards and pulled some strands up to his face. Inhaling deeply, he smelled her hair, letting it slowly slide back out between his fingers.

Sakura smiled awkwardly and leaned away from the man.

That was really creepy, why did he just smell my hair?

The man only grinned widely at her.

Sara didn’t need her anymore, so Sakura got up off the chair and made to leave but the man grabbed her arm and a tingling sensation swept through her body. That’s when all the alarm bells went off. All. At. Once.

Run, a voice said, run NOW!

But before she could leap away from the man his huge body pushed her back against the bar. His one hand gripped both her wrist tightly, locking them in place in front of her chest, and try as she might she could not get out of his grip.

She went to summon her chakra enhanced strength and push him off her, but nothing happened. Her strength failed her. Her chakra failed her; it was not responding. She pulled and pulled trying to tear it out of her coils. Will it to do something. Anything.

Nothing happened. It just flowed on, coursing through her body, unaware of the danger she was in.

“Hello there,” The man whispered roughly into her ear. “I’ve been looking for you.” He inhaled deeply again, letting his nose run up the side of her face, lightly, tenderly.

Sakura pleaded for Sara to come back, to see this and go get help. If this man had been able to neutralize her then only Reo stood a chance.

“You’ve changed your appearance.” The man murmured, his lips just beside her ear. “I almost missed you.”

What was he talking about? Sakura wondered frantically.

“I-I- think you have the wrong girl,” she stammered.

Realizing he’d let her speak she was about to shout for Sara before he placed a hand roughly against her mouth.

“Speak again and I’ll slit your friends throat.” Somehow, she didn’t doubt that he’d be able to do it.

Sakura was scared for the first time in a long time. Her chakra had failed her, and she didn’t know what to do.

Her mind spun, trying to think of some way out of the situation without the use of her chakra. He was stronger than her without her enhanced strength and easily kept her in place as she struggled against his grip. Maybe she could get a leg up between his legs? Or if she could just get one of her hands free, she could hit a pressure point in his neck.

She’d been a shinobi before getting her superhuman strength. She could do this without her chakra. She was Sakura god-damned Haruno, she didn’t need chakra to save her. She still had her most powerful ability, her mind.

A plan finally in place, she prepared herself to act…And froze completely. Terror filled her as she beheld what he had taken out of his pocket.

A blue silk robe.

Her blue silk robe.

With his one hand still gripping both her wrists together he brought the fabric up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Smiling maniacally, he leaned down again and pressed his nose into her hair.

“Nope,” he laughed, low and brutal, “I’ve got the right girl.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

This time her mind was racing frantically. Disbelief was the prominent emotion. How had this happened? Jun must have figured out that his son’s death was not an accident. But for this man to actually be able to find her! There was no way. This was pure luck on his part. And on top of that, how had he been able to neutralize her chakra?

Distantly she felt a small pain in her stomach and realized that he’d injected her with something. The only part of her mind still able to process anything tried frantically to get her chakra to help burn away the sedative, but there was no response and she fell deeper into despair.

She was afraid and lost, yet she clung onto the small hope that at least he hadn’t recognized her and her village would be safe. Those thoughts soon came to a blinding halt as the man continued with an even greater smile on his face. His teeth, blindingly white, the only thing she could focus on as her vision blurred.

“Who would have guessed that Sakura Haruno moonlighted as a prostitute from Keishi.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Reo ran down the dark street, Touma on his heals as they rushed to where they’d felt Sara’s chakra flair. He hoped that nothing was wrong, but he felt uneasy. There had been no other chakra flairs, from Sara or from Sakura who was with her. Maybe they’d found another victim. Yet Reo had a feeling that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

As they came to a halt in front of the building, he noticed that the area was deserted. No one lingered in the streets, not even the homeless that you could usually find everywhere.

“Alright.” He told Touma, “I don’t know what’s inside but be prepared in case there’s a fight.”

“Yes, sir.”

Reo pushed open the door of the empty bar and his stomach dropped as a pit formed in his throat.

Sara lay across the floor, her neck slit open, a kunai clenched tightly in her hand. Her eyes were still open in disbelief, but she was unseeing, dead.

Behind him Touma sobbed as he beheld the scene.

Her shirt had been torn open revealing her lean stomach, now marred with a bloody message carved out of her skin.

“Beware Konoha, Lord Jun will come for you next.”

The words were dried, the blood already crusty and turning brown. Reo approached hesitantly, first he inspected the entire room, every inch, making sure there were no hidden traps. Then he summoned Chie, a coyote.

“Where is Sakura?” Reo demanded, “Find her!”

Chie began to search, nose pressed to the ground. When the coyote was finished, she came back, sat in front of Reo and whined sadly.

“What did she say?” Touma asked his voice rough from holding back tears.

“He took her,” Reo growled, “The same man who did this to Sara, took Sakura. Chie said she smelled a sedative, so Sakura’s probably still alive.”

Touma swore, and leaned down to close Sara’s eyes, “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know.” Reo closed his eyes and pressed his hand to his forehead in concentration before he began to speak his thoughts, “This is definitely unrelated to our current mission. Jun is one of the five major Crime Lords in the Elemental Nations. How Sakura got involved with him, I have no idea. What I do know is that we can’t go after her just the two of us. That said, the fastest way to get a message back to the village would be for us to go back. It’s only a couple of hours by run, but that would also mean abandoning the current mission.” Reo looked over at Touma who was still leaning down beside Sara his face grim. “What do you want to do?”

“We go back.” Touma stared, unblinking, at Sara’s slit throat, “We don’t abandon our teammates. I know Sara didn’t abandon Sakura. If she had time to send up a chakra flair, then she had time to run. But she didn’t, and we can’t either.”

They carefully placed Sara into a scroll, covering up the message with a shirt. While Touma went back to the inn to pack up everyone’s stuff Reo went to the village leader and told him of the situation, promising that Konoha would send another team who would likely be here by tomorrow afternoon. The man was not too happy but seemed to understand the urgency.

They ran as fast as they could knowing the longer they took the more likely the trail would run cold. It took them the rest of the night and they arrived outside the gate of Konoha as the sky began to loosen its grip on the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Naruto slowly trudged up the stairs, he had taken to waking up shortly before dawn and getting started on the mountain of paper work that Lady Tsunade had started piling onto his desk. It was all part of her ‘plan’, as she said, to teach him how to be Hokage. Naruto was 100% convinced she was just lazy and was adding her own paperwork to his. Though he would much rather be spending his time training or going on missions, he knew that that part of his life was over.

If he was honest, he was starting to enjoy this routine, in the morning he would work on the paperwork at his desk in the Hokage’s office. Tsunade would come in sometime around noon and they would go over various things together. By the afternoon he was usually free to go to the training field with Sasuke or Sai, if they were around.

He was in the office when two rugged shinobi came rushing in. They looked exhausted and haunted. He finished signing a paper and looked up from the desk.

The younger man strode across the room to stand in front of him. His face was tense, his eyes strained, “Is the Hokage in?” He asked, voice rough.

Naruto put down his pen and crossed his arms, “No it’s just me right now.”

The man looked back at his companion hesitantly. Annoyed, Naruto stood up and tried to sound as demanding as possible, “What happened?”

When the man hesitated again, Naruto groaned. “Panda, get the Hokage,” He said and sat back down in the chair running a hand through his thick hair.

Until he was sworn into office, it wasn’t all that surprising that the shinobi wanted to wait for the Hokage if this was something important.

Minutes later Tsunade strode into the office her face tired and haggard after being woken up early in the morning by the hidden ANBU he’d sent to get her.

“What is it?” She demanded coming to stand beside the desk her arms crossed, her face scrunched up in anger.

The shinobi and his companion bowed low, “Hokage. We’ve brought unfortunate news.”

Tsunade didn’t answer, instead she only raised an eyebrow and waited for them to continue. Naruto watched dumbfound at the authority she managed to convey in the simple action.

The older shinobi came forwards from the back and took out a large scroll from his pack. Gently he unrolled it and placed a palm in the middle of the paper.

“Release”

Out of the smoke a body appeared, a young woman. Her throat had been slit but other than that she remained unharmed. Or so he thought. Then the bottom of her shirt was lifted, and Naruto beheld what had been carved into the skin of her abdomen.

Tsunade frowned, “Explain.” When they hesitated, she shouted, her patience gone, “NOW!”

“Yes, Lady Tsunade.” The younger one bowed again, “We were on a mission in Keishi when two of my subordinates went to a bar for a drink. I was at our inn when I felt her chakra flair.” –he gestured to the dead woman– “when we got to the scene there was no-one there. We found her like this on the ground, and my other subordinate taken.”

He hesitated once more, discreetly glancing at Naruto before he continued quietly, “It was Sakura. The man took Sakura.”

Naruto’s hands clenched, fingernails digging into palms. He was furious, someone had kidnapped Sakura. His eyes flashed, flickering from blue to red as he tried to reign in his anger.

“Naruto” Tsunade spoke quietly. She looked at him, her eyes pleading, relax they seemed to say.

So, he turned and went to the back of the room to look out the window. He crossed his arms and grabbed at the skin of his upper arm, tightly, in hope of distraction as he stared out into the slowly brightening day. The sun shone bright just above the tree lines casting the village in a golden glow. He watched as Konoha slowly began to awaken, only half paying attention to the conversation behind him.

“We want to go after her.” The young man exclaimed, “We came back because we can’t do it alone.”

“It’s a good thing you came back.” Tsunade snapped. “If you’d gone after them, you’d likely be dead now too. At least you had some sense there. If someone was able to capture Sakura, you are way out of your league and be that as it may, even with help you are in no shape to go on a rescue mission. I’m sorry but I can’t allow it."

She paced the room, arms crossed tightly against her body, all signs of the earlier drowsiness gone. “I’ll send a replacement team for your mission in Keishi but for now you’re dismissed. Go home. Get some sleep. Mourn your teammate. I’ll take care of Sakura.” With a wave of her hand she dismissed them.

When they were alone once again Naruto turned back towards Tsunade and asked the question that had been burning inside him since the body had been revealed, “Why would Jun be after Sakura?”

He was frantic, worried for his best friend and confused, deeply confused. Running his hands through his hair he looked to Tsunade once more, eyes pleading for an explanation.

Tsunade only sighed and gestured for him to sit. “There’s something you need to know.”

Naruto was afraid he already knew, but he did as told.

Tsunade took a deep breath and slowly took a seat in the chair beside him. “You were both deceived, but it’s time you knew… When you were in ANBU we put you with Sakura."

Silence.

The shock of those words seared him to his soul. He didn’t know what to think let alone string a coherent sentence.

When he didn’t answer Tsunade continued her voice distant as he fell deeper into the realm of his subconscious, “Sakura was Falcon, Naruto.”

His mind was spinning, and pieces were beginning to click in his brain. It made so much sense, and yet he couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t believed it until Tsunade had said it.

Like an explosion he couldn’t contain it anymore.

His eyes flickered to red, the pupils elongating into a black slit, his nails sharped to lethal points and broke the skin in his palm as his hands clenched tightly into fists. Along his mouth, his canines grew, and deep scars appeared on his cheeks. He stood up off the chair and he roared.

His cry echoed across the village. Aguish and rage, his howl awoke the world.

Tsunade stood to the side, her eyes damp with tears as she witnessed Naruto fall to his knees his head bowed down and his hands fisted into his hair. She was missing something. Naruto had never acted like this, not for anyone. He didn’t cry, he shook from the rage that threatened to tear free of him.

Sakura was Falcon.

The thought was like a never-ending wheel constantly turning over in his head, only interrupted by that fact that she had been taken. He loved her for god’s sake, he was supposed to protect her, and now she’d been taken. Taken from him.

He tried to focus on his breathing.

One breath in, one breath out.

He couldn’t lose it now. Not when she could still be saved.

Moments later he looked up at Tsunade, his eyes now back to their brilliant bright blue.

“I love her,” he confessed.

Tsunade dropped to her knees beside him, “I know. I love her too.”

“No” Naruto protested, he looked Tsunade in the eyes. His gaze burning into her, filled with… filled with… a desperate anguish.

“I love her.” The words tore free from him, bursting with unchecked emotion.

Tsunade sobbed as she understood. Oh god, oh god. She was struck the realization that they would go to war over her.

Tsunade’s head whirled as she dissected the implications of this situation. If Jun knew that Konoha had been involved he was going to demand retribution. Sakura’s head in exchange for his son that they’d killed. Everyone knew that Sakura was like a daughter to her. But Tsunade couldn’t do it. Even if she knew Sakura would want to be sacrificed for the good of the village, Naruto would go to the ends of the earth for that girl. Jun might then call upon the might of all five crime lords and god knows how terrifying that war would be. The entirety of the underground crime world against one village.

But it wasn’t over yet, they could get Sakura back before she was delivered to Jun, before he knew about Konoha’s involvement.

Composing herself she got up and hauled Naruto up off the ground. Just in time too as Kakashi burst through the door not a second later, with Sasuke on his heels.

“What’s going on?!” He demanded, his voice tight with uncertainty as he glanced over at Naruto who now sat, staring at the wall, unseeing.

Kakashi glanced down a second later to take in the dead woman who lay on the ground, her stomach still exposing the bloody message.

When no one answered right away it was Sasuke who spoke, “What happened?”

Tsunade didn’t answer, instead she strode to her desk and sat down behind it. Reaching into her drawer she pulled out a bottle of sake and took a nice long drink. Slamming it down on the table, she finally spoke, “Who’s in the village right now that’s capable of a high-level rescue mission.” She looked to Kakashi knowing he’d have the answer.

“Sasuke, Sai, Shikamaru, Yamato, Kiba, Fumio, Daiki, Hiroki, and myself.”

Placing her hands down in front of her on the desk she took a moment to think. No one spoke while Tsunade made up a plan in her mind. Then Naruto mumbled something to quietly for anyone to hear.

“What?” Sasuke said turning to look at Naruto.

Naruto stood up off the chair his hands healed but still smeared with blood from when he’d pierced them earlier.

“I’m going.” He stated. Looking Tsunade dead in the eyes begging her to challenge him, “I’m going.”

Naruto was eerily calm. His brain had stopped running so rampantly, now only focused on the one thing that mattered, getting Sakura back.

It was Sasuke that broke the stare down between the Hokage and the future-Hokage. “Naruto you can’t go on a rescue mission, you’re about the become Hokage.”

Naruto turned to look at Sasuke and his eyes softened before he whispered almost inaudibly, “It’s Sakura."

Shocked, Sasuke and Kakashi’s faces flew to look at Tsunade who nodded. Her eyes now strained and sad. But before either of them began their bombardment of questions, she put up her hand gesturing for them to be quiet. “I’ll explain everything at the briefing in ten minutes, get your stuff, you’ll be leaving right after.”

Looking to an empty wall where an ANBU hid Tsunade added, “Cat, get Sai he’ll be going too.” She glanced over at Naruto whose clenched jaw was the only sign of his inner turmoil, “Do you have everything you need?”

He nodded, and she turned back to her drink.

Exactly seven minutes later all four men stood in front of her desk. The dead women had been moved to the hospital, and Naruto had shifted back to the window and now stared out into the distance, his brow furrowed and his fingers twitching ever so slightly. He was likely listening, but it wasn’t to him that Tsunade addressed.

“What I’m about to tell you is highly classified,” Tsunade began taking the time took look each one in the eye. Kakashi’s lone eye was emotionless, lazy looking, but Tsunade had known the man a long time and the small twitch she noticed indicated he was just as anxious as Naruto to get going. Sasuke’s face was hard, the small ridges that donned his forehead indicating his anger and frustration. Sai face was neutral, look as she might, she could see no outward signs of emotions.

“For the past two years Sakura has been a member of ANBU.” Assessing each of them she was surprised to find that it was Kakashi who took the news hardest. His posture changed from impatience, to confusion, then to one of anger. Though he didn’t say anything she could see the disapproval on his face that she had allowed Sakura to take up such a dangerous position, nonetheless she continued, “About three weeks ago Sakura underwent a mission to eliminate Jun’s son, she was successful. Yet for reasons unknown we believe Jun figured out that the death wasn’t accidental.”

She paused and took another long sip from her sake, this day was turning out to be a long one, “Just a couple of minutes ago two shinobi who had been on a mission with Sakura brought back the news that she has been kidnapped. Whoever took her knows that Konoha was involved with Jun’s son’s death. This mission is classified, no one can know that Sakura was taken, or why she was taken. You are to bring her back here before she’s delivered to Jun, otherwise things will get complicated and we might not be able to get her back. You must understand the village will sacrifice her for the sake of avoiding another war” –Naruto growled lowly and Tsunade shot him a look– “and there will be nothing Naruto nor I can do stop it.”

“Like hell there won’t be!” Naruto hissed, “I’ll kill them all if I have too!”

Kakashi and Sasuke exchanged looks in the face of Naruto’s outburst. Tsunade inclined her head slightly staring them each in the eyes, giving them a silent permission. Though she couldn’t say it out-loud, she wanted them to do everything they could to get Sakura back, even if that meant killing the whole compound so that no one talked again.

Tsunade gently place a hand on his tense back, “Naruto.”

He shook it off whipping around to face the room, “Are you done? Can we get going?” his face showed signs of the fox, small scars still graced his cheeks and eyes were a dark shade of brown, half-way between blue and red, the pupil slightly elongated.

Sighing sadly, Tsunade nodded, “Be careful all of you. This man was able to capture Sakura and easily kill one of our Chunins with a slit throat. We know nothing of his abilities.” She leaned forwards and handed a small slip of paper to Kakashi, “You’re in charge.”

Looking down and reading the name of the bar at which Sakura had been taken Kakashi nodded and then burned the paper. Letting the ashes slowly crumple to the floor, he kept his fist clenched tightly a second longer than necessary before he lifted his headband exposing his sharingan eye.

Lips pressed together tightly, Kakashi spoke, “Lets go.”

A blink of an eye later the five figures in the Hokage’s office flickered out of existence. Tsunade leaned back, the bottle in hand and downed the rest of it. She swivelled in her chair and stared out at the rising sun, the lump in her stomach tightening.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The world passed around her, blurry and unfocused. Distantly, she felt a deep pain in her stomach where something continually pressed against her abdomen. Her cloudy gaze caught on a brown object, but…then it was green… and then brown?

It confused her.

Her head felt heavy and wrong. The world had started to get brighter, but she didn’t understand how it worked. Things were moving fast and every time she tried to focus on anything it refused to stay still long enough for her to make out what it was.

Sakura knew something was wrong with her. Yet she couldn’t make herself care. Her senses were dull, and she didn’t mind. Even after what she now realized was a shoulder suddenly jabbed hard into her stomach, eliciting a pained moan from the back of her throat.

Suddenly the world stopped moving and she could see that the green she stared at was the small bunches of grass, and the accompanying brown was a dirt road.

She cried out in pain, the sensation suddenly vivid, as the ground unexpectedly collided with her body. The grass tickled her nose, causing her to sneeze and she cried out again in surprise as the action pinched her tender stomach.

Moving her arms, she tried to get into a more comfortable position but found them to be bound together across her back, why was that? Her legs were also similarly bound based on the sensation. A set of brown boots appeared at the edge of her vision and she strained her head to look up at the figure.

Backgrounded by the rising sun, he appeared dark and wholly threatening as he stared down at her.

“Looks like you’re awake,” the man mused, and her brain tried desperately to identify why the voice was familiar.

When he leaned down to analyze her his vivid yellow eyes were like a punch in the gut. All at once everything came bursting back, her memory and her mind fully intact.

She scrambled to get away. Ignoring the pain in her stomach, she rolled until she was on her bottom. Then, using her core strength, she got into a sitting position before using her legs to push herself away from the man.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He didn’t bother looking worried that she might be able to escape.

Sakura tested her chakra and found it still unreachable. Glancing around quickly she realized there was nowhere for her to go.

“Who are you?” She prodded, “What have you done to me?”

“The name’s Riichi… You shinobi rely too much on chakra and are quite easy to kill once it’s taken away.” He taunted, taking a step closer to where she huddled against a tree. “What I want to know is why you’ve woken up so quickly. That sedative was supposed to last for three days and you’re awake not even six hours later. I know you still don’t have your chakra because otherwise you wouldn’t still be here curled in a ball like a scared little rabbit.” He laughed horribly, the sound disgusting in Sakura’s ears.

Sakura didn’t want to answer, but it hardly seemed important now, what was more important was to keep him talking so she could figure a way out of this situation.

“I’m Sakura Haruno,” She answered like that was an answer in itself, which it kind of was. “I’m Lady Tsunade’s apprentice, she’s a Queen of poisons. I’ve been building up my resistance to poisons and sedatives since I was 13, and I’ve built up quite the tolerance.” She smirked up at him, “You’d have to use at least 10x the normal amount to get me.” She laughed and spat in his face when he reached down to grab her.

She tried to twist her body away from him, but he grabbed her by the waist and plucked her back over his shoulder.

“I only have one sedative left,” He ground out as she struggled against his grip, “I’m happy to use it right now,” he threatened, “Or you can behave, and I’ll let you stay awake the rest of the way.”

She stilled in his arms and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”

“Because I’m bored.” He retorted, “and it’s not like you can escape anyways.”

Her mind ran, either he was very, very arrogant, or he was actually powerful enough not to be worried about her. She still hadn’t figured out how he’d taken away her ability to mold chakra. She huffed and didn’t give him an answer.

“I’ll take your silence as acceptance then.” He turned and started to walk down the path.

Inside Sakura sighed in relief. She eyed the small piece of fabric she’d left on the ground beside the tree. While she’d been playing the scared little girl, she’d actually been ripping up a piece of her shirt to leave behind. With her legs up, the view had been blocked from Riichi. A rescue team would hopefully be sent after her, and she was counting on them to notice it.

Suddenly she froze, and one clear thought permeated her body.

Was Sara still alive?

She was afraid to ask Riichi. She was afraid of the answer, because she felt she already knew it. She dearly hoped that the girl had had the right sense to run back to Reo once she’d noticed that Sakura had been taken. Yet in the brief time that Sakura had gotten to know the girl she knew that it was likely not the case. Did she really want to know? Did she want to be the cause of more death? As a medic this was the one thing that hurt.

Every. Single. Time.

There had been a time when she’d told herself that she would grow out of it, and that eventually she would see enough death that it wouldn’t hurt anymore. She’d stopped telling herself that a long time ago.

Steeling her stomach, she finally decided not to ask. Better to live in delusion for a bit longer.

As though hearing her internal dilemma Riichi spoke once more, “You haven’t asked about your little kunoichi friend.”

She didn’t deign him a response. The silence stretched out between them, and Sakura allowed it, revelled in it. She wasn’t going to play this game with him.

He smacked her hard on her bottom. Scaring the shit out of her and causing her stomach to again brush up against his shoulder. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to keep in her groan. When had she gotten this injury? She couldn’t remember.

“I’m not letting you stay awake so that can ignore me.” Riichi groaned, “Don’t you want to know what happened to your friend?”

“No.” Her reply was instantaneous and her tone hard.

He spanked her butt again, hard, leaving her with a painful tingling sensation.

“Don’t touch me.” She snarled through her teeth.

“You have no power here.” His voice was angry, and she sensed that he was wholly serious. “I can do whatever I want.”

She was instantly glad that she was tossed over his shoulder like bag of potatoes and she didn’t have to stare into his yellow eyes.

“If I want to rape you, torture you, or do anything, anything at all to you, I can.” His hands gripped the sides of her legs and she struggled to keep a pained moan from escaping her throat. His grip was tight, he was so unbelievably strong.

“So, if I say talk, you fucking talk bitch.”

She nodded absentmindedly, no matter that it hurt her pride. That didn’t matter right now. Her only goal at the moment was to survive. Stay awake, and maybe she could figure out a way to escape.

Though she had left that piece of fabric on the ground, she refused to allow herself to luxury of waiting for someone to rescue her. She could damn well rescue herself. Well she truly hoped she could, because there might not even be anyone coming.

“I don’t want to know what you did to her.” Sakura’s voice was small, and she fought with herself for every word.

“Too bad! I’m going to tell you anyways.” He laughed cruely, revelling in her discomfort and terror.

“She was a cute little thing and honestly I wish I’d had the luxury to really enjoy her pain, but we were in a bit of a rush you and I.”

Sakura felt herself fall deeper and deeper into despair as Riichi described how he’d tied Sara up and carved a message into her very skin. She’d been awake the entire time and Sakura’s heart twisted at the thought of how unimaginably excruciating that would have been for the young woman.

Riichi laughed maniacally as he told her he’d slit Sara’s throat and had let her drown in her own blood. She tuned him out when he began to talk passionately about how beautiful her pain had sounded and how sweetly her blood had smelled. This man was disgusting, thoroughly revolting. She wanted to puke. He took his pleasure from the pain of others and she could only imagine what other unspeakable things he’s done.

Slowly she began to plan his death.

Glancing around she noticed that they were likely a third of the way between Keishi and Jun’s Compound. She was suddenly glad that this was all happening in Fire Country because she knew the land very well. Based on her estimate they would be there either early tomorrow morning, if they travelled through the night, or mid-day tomorrow, if they didn’t.

“That damned bitch did get a little signal out though. Maybe someone will be dumb enough to come after you and I’ll get a new subject to play with.”

His words turned her blood to ice. She suddenly decided she really didn’t want anyone coming to rescue her. They wouldn’t be prepared, and he’d kill them. He’d kill them brutally and without remorse. Maybe if she could get a message to anyone who might be following, she could warn them away.

She didn’t understand how this man had gotten so totally under her skin that she feared for her rescuer’s success. Kakashi, if he was sent because of his tracking abilities, was unbelievably powerful. She knew that.

She knew that.

Yet, she also knew that getting taken by surprise in a life or death battle could very easily spell death. She’d been taken by surprise and look at her now. She’d become too arrogant and she feared her friends had also.

She had to get out of this situation on her own. Figure out how he managed to block her chakra. That was the key. If she could get her chakra back, she would have a chance at killing him, and she had to kill him.

There was no choice.

Even without her, if he managed to bring back the news that Sakura Haruno had been the prostitute with Yasuo when he died then village would become implicated and that could cause a war.

There had already been so much war and so much loss, Neji, Ino’s dad, and so many others. She would do everything she could to prevent another war, to prevent further deaths.

As the day rolled by Sakura’s mind whirled. After a while, Riichi stopped talking about blood, torture and death and he engaged her in conversation. She answered his questions half-heartedly, only enough to save herself from his wrath. She spent the majority of her concentration on analyzing the last 12 hours. She even made a point to ask him some questions, subtly of course, to try and figure him out.

When they stopped for the night, Sakura had a theory for his how his technique might work. As she settled against a tree as far from him as she could get, she hoped, and pleaded with the universe that she was right.

She feigned sleep. Closing her eyes, even if all her instincts screamed at her not to. She evened her breath gradually and allowed her figure to slowly slump over, as one naturally would when falling asleep. She listened closely as Riichi slowly rustled about, before finally settling down himself. She estimated it took a whole hour before his breath evened out, and she was fully convinced he was asleep. She waited another half an hour before risking opening her eyes.

They had no fire, only the light of the moon illuminated the small clearing that they had set up in. Thankfully, it was a full moon. Her eyes adjusted to the light quickly and she scanned the area, letting out a silent breath when she saw that he was indeed asleep.

As silently as she could, she twisted her body and after a small struggle managed to bring her bound hands to her front. Now that she could see the knots, she tested them again and found them to be snug, but not impossible. Slowly she worked her hands, careful to be as quiet as possible. After what seemed like an eternity the rope fell limp to the ground. Her bound legs were quick work afterwards and before long she was silently creeping away from the clearing.

She’d decided that the first step was to get away from Riichi. She would regroup a safe distance from the man and organize a plan of attack to kill him.

She climbed a tree a short distance from the clearing and settled on a high branch that had a view into the clearing. Once seated against the trunk she allowed herself to take a breath. She watched Riichi from her viewport high in the trees for a good while to see if he noticed her absence. When nothing happened for over half an hour, she turned her thoughts inwards.

Internally, she prodded at her chakra coils and sighed in relief when she felt a small flicker of response. She’d realized earlier in the day that it was Riichi himself that was blocking her access to her chakra.

It was the only thing that made sense.

She’d lost her chakra before he’d injected her with the sedative, so that had been easily ruled out. He hadn’t made any hand signs that normally indicated the beginning of a justu. She’d decided that the most likely cause was through skin contact with Riichi, some kind of bloodline.

It was the only thing that made sense.

Whatever this was, his ability, it was unique to him, she was sure. The scientific part of her yearned to dissect him slowly to figure out how exactly he was able to completely bar her of her chakra. Based on his misestimate of her ability to metabolize the sedative she’d also made the assumption that she would recover much faster than he likely expected. That had been the biggest risk in her plan, that his ability was not wholly separate from the body’s metabolism. She sent out a thanks to Lady Tsunade for turning her body into a machine. Though her chakra coils weren’t fully open to her yet, she could feel her access to them growing by the minute, if her estimates were correct, she’d have full contact in an hour.

She spent the next hour fighting sleep while she stared down at the sleeping figure in the clearing. Her muscles groaned and twitched as she forced them to hold the position high in the trees. Afraid that any movement would wake the dangerous man, she gritted her teeth as she felt her muscles cramp up. Fighting the discomfort, she continued to hold vigil over the clearing until she felt her was chakra fully respond.

Slowly and quietly, she jumped down from the tree and crept silently across the forest floor. While she ambled through the forest, she lost sight of the clearing and the sleeping figure within it. As she approached the camp, she ducked behind a cluster of ferns to make sure her target still lay in the spot she’d left him.

She’d easily decided on engaging with him from a distance, least he neutralize her chakra again. She’d start with a thrown kunai to the head, and if that didn’t work, she had a small collection of long range jutsus she could use.

Pulling down a large leaf she strained her eyes to peer into the camp. Silently stepping out of the fern bush she pressed her hand against one of her hidden seal compartments that she’d gotten sown into her uniform. With a light puff, that sounded as loud a gunshot in the silent dark night, a kunai fell into her hand. Her heart started to speed up and she began to sweat. One shot. She extended her arm and with a flick of her wrist threw the weapon towards the slumped sleeping man.

A loud ‘thunk’ resonated across the forest and in a blast of air white smoke appeared.

Where did he go? SHIT!

She stepped further away from the ferns and began to take a wider look at the clearing when she froze in her step.

“Looking for me sweetheart?”

His breath was slimy against her neck and his bare hand on her arm burned her. His grip tightened on her arm, nails digging into her skin, and blood began to spill down the length of her arm. He pulled her arm up and back.

Sakura did nothing, could do nothing, as he lightly licked the pooling blood.

“What sort of punishment should you get for escaping then trying to kill me?” He paused savoring her terror, “I wonder if your screams sound as good as your blood tastes?”

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